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starzioo · 3 months

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𝐁.𝐙 ❦ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍.

This is a Blaise Zabini x Y/n one-shot. No warning just fluff. ^.^ This is one of the first one-shots I ever actually wrote and tbh I still rlly like it. pls don’t judge all the typos if there is any lol. I converted all the galleons to USD because it was confusing for me lol. T.T

Word count: 2622

You're a Pure Blood, Slytherin in your 5th year at Hogwarts. Growing up you always had a fancy for card games. You were a natural at card games, you were always able to tell if someone was bluffing. At first, you started gambling with food. Then that led to you gambling on bigger things. Money, Homework, but the thing you never gambled was yourself. You didn't want your fate being held in a card game. The odds were just too risky. During your 4th year at Hogwarts Draco had come to you with a proposal.

~FLASHBACK TO YOUR 4TH YEAR~

You had just finished your notes for Snape during potions. You had felt a paper ball hit the back of your head. You turn around seeing Draco gesturing for you to look at the paper ball on the ground. Looking around making sure Snape wasn't looking you carefully reached for the paper.

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝟏𝟏:𝟎𝟎 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭...

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨.

You turn back around to see him looking at you straight in the eyes, he nodded then went back to his notes. You brushed it off, seeing potions was your last class of the day when you got back to your dorm you took a nap.

~TIME SKIP~

When you woke up you hadn't realized how long you were sleeping. Looking at your watch it was already 10p.m you hurried and put on some sweatpants and a Slytherin sweater. You put your wand in your pocket incase Malfoy tried anything. You and the other Slytherins weren't close but everyone knows you well enough. Heading up to the tower you realized you were 20 minutes early. You sat there for awhile until you heard footsteps coming up the tower.

"Hey, so I have a proposal for you."

"Hm?"

"You know how you like cards?"

"Yeah..."

"What if we started a club..."

"What kinda club"

"One where we play cards of course." Draco says with a smirk.

"Hm...sure I'm down. Wait isn't gambling against the rules?"

"Well no shit. That's exactly why the club is secret. Only Slytherins will be allowed in. Me and you will be the owners of the club. 25% of all the money bet on the games will be profit for us. I just need a couple hundred from you to get the stuff we need."

"A couple hundred? I have some cash stashed in my dorm let's go."

*Back at your dorm you gave him the money*

"Ight this better be good Malfoy, if you don't make this cash back ima be pissed."

"Damn don't worry bout' it I got you."

"Get outa here before someone sees you."

~BACK TO PRESENT TIME~

"How are you so good at this Y/n!" Flint said getting mad you won the previous 4 games. "I'm just a natural" you said shrugging. Winning games against people like him were easy. They don't know how to keep a poker face. Even when they try they are easy to read. The only person in the club who was even close to being as good as you was Blaise. You've never played against him, but from hearing around the club you knew he had a fair chance of winning against you. You weren't about to let him win either breaking your perfect streak of 456-0 you've won every game you ever played in the club. "Well anyone else wanna play?" You said smirking shuffling a deck.

After playing a few games of Poker and Speed with Crabbe, Goyle, and Adrian. You started to feel bored. These games were too easy to win. You wanted to play a game that would make you actually work for a win. 'Eh I can work on that later' you thought. You decide to go look around the common room and see how the other games we going. Most people who even were in the club came from wealthy families making you and Draco's earnings very profitable, so it was only courtesy you saw how much everyone was betting. You happened to stumble upon a game of Poker between Draco and Blaise over by the fireplace. You had a view of Blaise's cards. He had a Royale flush, your eyes widened a little you noticed Draco was looking at you; so you decided to help Blaise out a bit and you made an iffy face. Draco saw and smirked, shuffling and placing his cards in different places. Other spectators from around the game can bet on who's going to win too, you decided to throw in 90 on Blaise's account just to make things a little interesting. Pansy who was the dealer told them to show their hands. Blaise won of course considering he had the best possible hand. He took his cash and gave a light smile to you. In return, you winked back. "Well shit. That makes his score 456-21 now." Draco said defeated "I can't wait for you and Blaise to finally play each other Pansy said. "Well what'ya know I'm in a good mood tonight why not." You said with confidence. As you approached Blaise you saw people staring Blaise was the only person you have never played a game against. "Hey, Blaise?" You said looking slightly up, he was taller than you by a few inches which did make you intimidated at first. "Hm?" He said eyeing you up and down slightly. "Would you care for a game?" His eyes lighted up a bit, "Sure..." he smirked.

Now sitting at the round table surrounded by people, Pansy was shuffling a deck. "Tonight we will be playing 5 card poker, aces wild, five rounds. Sound good?" You said lightly to Blaise as you played with a betting chip. "What are we betting?" He asked, his voice was deep, cold, it could make you melt. "Hm...I'm feeling bold tonight how about 200 a chip? Sound good?" You said with a smile. Blaise's eyebrows furrowed a bit. "Yes...but just what are you playing at Y/n?" He said. "Just feeling good tonight, nothing more." You said with you head resting on your hand. "How many chips would you like to start out with?" Pansy asked. "I'll take 50 please" you said. "And 40 for me." Blaise said sternly. Pansy then started dealing out ten cards, five for each of us. You look up at Blaise to see him already studying your face. You pick up your cards and study them for awhile. "Everyone please place your bets on the game, Draco will be coming around with a bag please put the money in there. Blaise, Y/n, you can either fold or place your bets. Starting with Y/n." Pansy said. You took a moment to think 'I have a pig. None of my cards line up maybe I should take the high road, make him fold.' You take all 50 of your chips and put them in the middle of the table. "All in." You say staring directly into Blaise's eyes. Pansy pauses for a second, you hear whispers around you. Talking about 'who just has that much money to throw around?' You couldn't care less about the amount of money you have. Most of it was earned from the club. Pansy clears her throat, "Blaise, Y/n currently has $10,000 in the pot. You can either bet or fold." Pansy says lightly. "I'll fold." He says, throwing his cards down. "I had a pig anyways." You say smirking, taking all your chips back.

The next three rounds were tedious. Blaise had won 2 and you had won 2. "We are now heading into the final round that will determine who will win the game overall. Everyone please-" "Pansy? I have a rather special request..." Blaise says looking at you in the eye. "If I win I get to have a date with Y/n."

Your eyes widened at the suggestion. "That will only be in place if the other player accepts. Y/n do you accept this offer?" Pansy says with a questioning face. "Hm...I will only accept on the terms if I win; he has to pay me double what's been betted during the game." You say trying to figure out what he was thinking. "Blaise, do you accept these terms?" "I do." You hear people whispering and gossiping about the new conditions of the game. After Pansy dealer our cards she said "Everyone can now place their bets on who will win this game..." You see there are more people around you than when you first started the game. More and more people started betting. Knowing no matter what you would get your money back you felt good. You didn't care about the money though. You cared that Blaise wanted a date with you and not money? It confused you, but you were intrigued. Intrigued to know the reasoning behind why he was wanting a date with you. "It is now time for the showdown. Y/n how much would you like to start off the betting with?" Pansy asked. You looked at your cards again you knew no matter what you were going to win but you didn't show it. You placed 20 of your chips in the middle of the table. "Y/n has put $4,000 in the pot. What do you wish to bet Blaise?" Everyone was watching intensely. "Call." Blaise then puts up 20 of his chips too. "Y/n you can raise or fold. The pot is now $8,000" "Raise." You put up your last 30 chips. "Blaise, the pot is now $14,000. What do you wish to do" "Call." He says putting up 30 chips, smirking seeing you have no more chips left. "Y/n the pot is at $20,000. You have no more chips left, you can buy more or stop the betting, and go on with the game." "Pansy if it wasn't too much trouble could you get me 100 chips please?" You said nonchalantly. Everyone went silent. "O-Ofcourse" she said giving you 10 stacks of chips. "So where we're we at?" You said. "Continue betting or fold." "Raise, all in." You said pushing every last chip infront of you. Looking straight at Blaise from around all the chips. "Blaise the pot is now at $40,000 what do you wish to do?" "Fold." He said looking at you with a poker face. When you both dropped your cards everyone was shocked to see your royale flush, while as Blaise had a straight flush. "Y/n is the victor of this game; please go to Draco for the money." Said Pansy. Both you and Blaise stood from your chairs and shook hands. Before he could pull away from the handshake, you put your other hand on top of the handshake and said "Thank you for that game...it's been a while since I had a truly fun time playing cards." You said with a smile. He stays silent but instead of walking away he takes your hand a lightly kisses it. "It was my pleasure." He says looking at you.

Walking over to Draco for the money he looks at you like you're crazy. "Y/n do you know how much money you just got us?!" "Yeah" you said innocently "now if you don't mind I would like my cut wired to my account"

"I mean okay then." He says taking out a check book. You tried looking around for Blaise you wanted to ask him why he wanted a date with you. After minutes of walking around the common room looking for him, you went to Pansy. "Pansy have you seen Blaise?" "Oh yeah. He said he was tired and needed some sleep. He should be up in his dorm." "Thank you" you said with a smile. Heading up to the boys dorms and look for Blaise you never knew exactly what dorm he stayed in but you knew he shared with Draco. You keep walking till you see a dorm with its door slightly open. You enter to see Blaise unbuttoning his white under shirt. "Oh, I'm sorry.." you said immediately exiting the room. "No, it's okay come in..." You slowly entered the room again. This time he was sitting on a chair infront of the fire place. (This time with a shirt on ;)) "So..why are you here?" He asked lightly. "Uhh I guess I just wanted to talk to you about tonight." "What do you mean?" "You know why did you wanna go on a date with me instead of getting the money I bet. You could've won if you wanted to, I hope you know that." "Well Y/n I don't know if you know this but usually when someone wants a date with you, they usually like you more than a friend." He said fixing the cuffs of his shirt. "I-I mean I know that but-" "But I like you more than a friend and I just never knew how to tell you, so I thought instead of asking I could win a date with you. Also no I couldn't have won I had the worst hands and I could never beat you at a card game." He laughs a little. "Well I just wanted to let you know you don't have to pay me that money from the game...although I would still like that date." "Really?" He asks. "Yeah..." you said looking into his eyes.

After awhile of talking about where and when. About just random stuff you realized how much you actually had in common with Blaise. "I never knew that you and me took the same classes in first year." You said smiling. "Yeah I guess that's when I first started to want to know you..." Blaise said slightly embarrassed. You hear the door to the dorm open. "Woah hope I didn't intrude on anything. I can uh leave if you want me to." Draco said with his hands in the air like he was surrendering. "Uh no it's okay I'm getting tired anyways, and I'm guessing Pansy is wondering where I am." You look back to Blaise to see him glaring daggers at Draco then looking back to you with a softened expression. "Lemme walk you back to your dorms at least." Blaise said as you were walking towards the door. "Yeah that would be great" you said with a smile. As you two are walking in a comfortable silence Blaise says "I'll somehow get the money to you soon. I don't know how-" "it's okay..Really I don't need it I was really just trying to get you to fold." "You're Crazy" you slightly hit Blaise in the arm, then you realize you are now at the door to your dorm. "Well I guess I should go to sleep now" you said to Blaise "Do you have to?" "Duh I'm tired" you say slightly laughing. "Okay, goodnight...make sure you're ready by 1 to go to hogsmeade." Blaise said waving his finger at you. He turns around to walk back to the boys dorm, you grab his hand and pull him into a hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck slightly pulling him down. "Thank for everything tonight.." you whisper to him. You kiss his cheek and walk into your dorm.

'Did Y/n just kiss me?' Blaise thought as he stood there holding his cheek.

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Pls lmk if you liked this chapter! Idkkk it’s kinda cornballish if u ask me but regardless I still like it. Sorry for any mistakes in the one-shot. Also lmk if you want more Blaise content because I have way more stories I’ve wrote. ^.^

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candyredmusings · 2 months

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Bioshock Splicer Starters

Assortment of dialogue taken from the a from two types of Splicers in the first Bioshock game; Baby Jane and the Breadwinner

Other Bioshock Splicer starters: TBA [Dr. Grossman & Lady Smith] [Pigskin & Rosebud] [Toasty & Waders]

Baby Jane

Get away from my face! Not on my face!"

"Oh! Oh, God damn it!"

"Look at yourself! And you would do it too!"

"Talentless?! BORING?!"

"You don't deserve this!"

"I'm a star, not you!"

"You're jealous, jealous!"

"Why did you cut me?! Why?!"

"You did this to me! You!"

"I deserve it, you fuck!"

"Give me the part, you bastard!"

"Off. My. Stage! GET OFF!"

"Stop ogling me!"

"You're making me lose my place! STOP IT!"

"No, it's not perfect, AGAIN!"

"He's standing in the wrong place!"

"Get your FAT. HANDS. AWAY FROM ME!"

"Just say something, goddammit!"

"What's that? Is it him?!"

"I smell something nasty."

"Is that someone naughty?"

"Honey? Is that you…?"

"I heard that!"

"It hurts, it hurts…"

"Why did you…?"

"I'm sorry… We can do it together!"

"DARLING! I'M HOME EARLY!"

"I don't- I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear this… I- [Whimpering] I don't want to hear this…"

"Pretend you're not interested. They like that."

"Have it your way, you sleaze!"

"Well, that was good drama."

"Get a girl all bothered… for NOTHIN'!"

"That gets a girl's blood flowing."

"I'll be better next time! Please?! Don't go!"

"When we do meet, it's gonna be so nasty!"

"He's gone! They always leave…"

"When I murder you I'm gonna put your body in a dress!"

"My god, there's so much blood!"

"Aw, Jesus, what did you do to me?!"

"I'm NOT. DEALING WITH THIS!"

"No… No No No. Wha- What's- What's that? Oh, no no, no…"

"In the theater, a woman gets used to attention."

"She was up for the part as well, but then they found her in a salt pond."

"I was gonna be famous… now look at this dump!"

"Who needs to make it on Broadway? When you can make it here."

"What's the matter with me…? I'm pretty enough!"

"Hey fella'! Don't 'cha wanna take a walk with me?"

"Come on, baby! You told me you was gonna take care of me! Were you lying…?"

"I used to be beautiful. What happened to me?!"

"Why are you making this so hard for me?!"

"C'mere and say that to my face, you slimey bastard!"

"You wanna play with me?"

"Hello? Did you come to talk to me?"

"I can be nice if I want to…"

"Next time, work on your timing."

"Oh, and we were just getting to the best bit!"

"Tell me you love me! Go on, say it!"

"Just pretend, you imbecile!"

"You ruined me!"

"No one touches me! No one!"

"You won't touch me again!"

"Someone shou- should do this for me, someone should be doing this for me!"

Breadwinner

"Get out of my territory!"

"Amateur! Fuckin' amateur!"

"I'm top dog, you shit!"

"GET OUTA MY FUCKIN' OFFICE!"

"You come to my town?! To MY TOWN?!"

"You're a nobody! Nobody!"

"Who the hell is that?"

"Yeah? Well, you're fired! Ya got that?"

"I was right, I tell ya. I was right, god damn it."

"Come on. Gimme a break!"

"Come on. Just let me explain, will ya?"

"I'm too busy for this shit."

"Waste of my goddamn time."

"This isn't makin' me time OR money!"

"Goddammit, I'm bleeding!"

"Ahh. Ahh yeah, finally some service! Woo!"

"What happened to this thing?"

"Ha, it's my lucky day!"

"She should not have come here."

"Ah, a man can start a business down here, yeah. Now now, it's- it's not too late. I'll get to it."

"It's just a bad quarter. Naw, that's all. Yeah, market'll come back, huh? Yeah! Everything'll be fine. Yeah, it'll all be fine… Augh."

"I just gotta wait out the down cycle. I'm a success… I'm a fuckin' success!"

"I ain't afraid of failure… cause I ain'ts gonna fail!"

"These assholes don't get it. I'm a winner!"

"Came here to get rich… ain't gonna leave 'till I do!"

"Came down here with a dream… That dream's gonna happen."

"Aw, come on… they're gonna kill me if I lose you!"

"That's it? We're done?"

"You think that I'm dumb? Sure, sure, why not? You keep on thinkin' that."

"You think I wouldn't notice if you just waltzed in here? Huh?"

"I'll tell you what: I'll pay you to stay alive next time. How's that for a deal, you shit head."

"I earned this! Me!"

"You give it to me, you hear?"

"Just open your mouth."

"Ah, whose fault is this?"

"Look at this dump! Nothing left but nothing!"

#txt #ask prompts #sentence starters #rp memes #rp prompts #inbox memes #roleplay memes #rp meme #inbox prompts #roleplay prompts #source: bioshock

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f33der · 1 year

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The hike

Christian gets into his old ford pickup and exits the gates of the military base where he works. “Shit that was a long day” he says. “I CANNOT believe my leave finally starts, 2 whole weeks off!”

The year is 1993 and Christian is an officer in the Army stationed in Virginia. He’s been in ever since his family disowned him after he revealed he is attracted to men. Hoping to find a partner in the military, he applies to be an officer and possibly meet someone. After 3 years with the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy, he can’t help but feel a bit hopeless as he can’t really meet anyone openly. With no family and no prospects of finding love he is just going through the motions, day by day.

It wasn’t just the lack of options that prevented Christian from getting him a date, in the last year or so his trim physique had started to soften up into a little beer belly. Late nights drowning his sorrows with beer and binge eating until he passed out started to take its toll on Christians waist line. Luckily the strict weight standards and forced exercise his job required kept him from plumping up too big.

Standing at 5’11”, Christian had an adorably cute face. Quick growing dark thick beard a military style hair cut with bright blue eyes. Very much an ex jock when he looked in the mirror with strong arms and a thick chest but still not body builder buff accompanied by a little patch of chest hair that ran down over his recently rounded out belly to his crotch. Thicker hairy legs and calves and an olive skin tone. Not ugly to say the least but definitely needed to get some cardio in to be “attractive.”

“Fuck, I have got to start getting in shape or my commands gonna have my ass.” “ I wonder if I can still fit into my combat uniform?” He says, as he slaps his gut and watches it bounce back to its round shape. “Maybe I should check out some of these nearby hiking trails and get some exercise.” Not having really any friends he decides to go it alone. The following day he maps out a moderate trail, gets his gear ready and his uniform on and drives about an hour into the country to meet the trail head. Without a parking lot he decides to drop the truck off at a nearby shopping center where he knows no one will bother towing it and walks the rest of the way to the trail.

He starts off eager to sweat and see some nature as the dirt path winds him deeper and deeper into the wooded Forrest. “Damn it is hot today” he says as he reaches for his canteen to replenish the trail map slips out if his backpack and lands on the ground. Christian hasn’t passed a single person which he actually loves and is about an hour into hiking. He reaches a fork and decides to go left noting he’ll be able to find his way back. Another hour goes by and a few more random turns on the trail later Christian decides to trace out where he’s been on the map. “Oh no, oh no, dammit” he says as he frantically searches for the lost map. “ dammit I knew I should have brought a spare or even a satellite phone.” He starts to panic and decides to try and retrace his steps.

Hours go by and the sun is setting, Christian is lost and is getting really worried. Luckily he can start a fire and find some cover for the night in an open area by some fallen trees. He sets up camp and hears his stomach growl, “ ugh I only have a few snacks, first thing in the morning I’m headed dead East to find someone to help me outa hear.”

Morning comes and his hunger deepens. After packing up his campsite he heads toward the sun and bushwacks his way for what seems like miles. “ I’m so so stupid, how could I let this happen, I should ha...” He hears something in the distance, all he can see are trees and sky. “ are those gunshots??” He says, worried. As he gets closer to the sounds he confirms someone is definitely shooting off a rifle, “maybe they’re hunters and they can help me out” he says. He gets his brighter article if clothing out, his red boxers, and waves it in the air to signal he’s no deer or squirrel as he heads closer to the sound. “ HELP, I’ve been lost out here for awhile can you help??” He screams toward the gunfire and it stops. He continues forward to find a small parcel of land, maybe a quarter acre cleared out in the forest and a vintage cabin. “ maybe it’s a vacation cabin for hunting” he says out loud and walks his way up to the front yard, red boxer briefs in hand. “ anyone around?? I’m lost and I could use some help!” From the back of the house comes a deep voice that barks out “ Who’s on my Fuckin property?” Christian screams out in a panic as he eased his way around the corner of the cabin “ please, I’m sorry to trespass but I got lost in the woods and I need to maybe use your phone?”

From around an older shed in the backside of the yard comes a shirtless beef cake of a man. Christians jaw drops as he gawks at the man before his eyes, wielding the rifle he heard earlier. His gawk turns to terror as the business end of the rifle turns its way to Christian and the question is repeated to him, “ I said, who the fuck is on my property?” The man screams in a thick country accent. “My name is Christian and I’m in the Army that’s why I’m dressed like this. Please I got lost hiking and I really need some help. I’m so sorry for trespassing. Please don’t hurt me.” He pleads. “Christian, my name is Billy and I really don’t like company on my land” the big country hunk says as he lowers his weapon. Standing at easily 6’4” and probably 250 pounds of pure manly beef, Christian can hardly believe his eyes. Billy is dirty blonde with a thick beard that’s trimmed up nicely on the neck. Wearing a pair of aged ripped up tight Levi’s and work boots he stares unknowingly at Christian. Under his handsome face sits a big beefy upper body with a dark farmers tan. His not so hairy chest leads down to a big plump beer gut that seems to suspend itself in mid air. The brown leather belt and buckle around his waist seem to stretch as they bow under his proper gut. Standing about 30 feet apart, Christian can’t stop staring at this big meaty man until he hears “ what the hell are you fixing your eyes on me like that for boy?” Christian’s responds, “I’m so sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to see someone like you living here, or.. never mind I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to startle you.” Billy smirks and starts to walk forward as Christian finishes his sentence, fearing he’s about to be killed by this country boy. Billy gets right up to Christian, looking him up and down to examine his new “guest” and says “you look like you been rollin in mud boy. How the hell did you find me and my land all the way out here in these woods? Never mind, I guess I can fix you up with some water and comfort to talk more about what we goin do with you now.”

Christians eyes go wide as he hears those words. Billy puts his arm around Christians shoulder and slightly forces him toward the front entrance of the older cabin. It looks as though it’s been well maintained considering there’s no driveway or telephone poles in site and all Christian can see as he enters is a large field adjacent to the back yard with several different kinds of crop and a large barn in the distance beyond that. The inside if the home smells like timber and baked bread and is definitely lacking in electronics. Wood burning stove and what looks like vintage furniture all around. As Christian takes in his surroundings he hears billy say“ why don’t you strip down outa those clothes so I can give um a wash and you can refreshen in the washroom toward the back of the house?” With a big menacing smile on his handsome face. “ umm.. I ugh.. I just really need to find my way back home man I-“ Christian is interrupted as billy screams “ ITS SIR IN MY HOUSE, you got me boy?” “ yes sir, I’m so sorry I’m a little uncomfortable I’m just going to go ple-“ as Christian gets up while speaking billy pounces to the door and deadbolts it with a key. Christian gulps hard and they lock eyes as billy says “ well you must be a city boy cause you got no manners now do you? Ya won’t let me wash you up, you won’t call me sir and now you wanna leave before I fill you u- I mean get you a meal? That is just a shame” billy laughs as finishes his rant. Christian is visibly shaken as sweat drips down his neck, he slowly back up and tries to make space between himself and billy but knows that if a fight erupts, he’s not winning. He chooses to stand down and continue pleading with billy to just point him in the right direction but billy, with his fingers rubbing his broad chin just paces the kitchen/ dining room area and seems to think about his next move. Christian finally stops pleading to be released and they lock eyes. Billy’s pale blue eyes look him up and down and he blurts out “ take off that jacket shirt thing covering your mid section.”

Ughhh.. o.. okay?” Christian blurts out as he uncomfortably removes his military cover jacket to reveal his normal uniform. “ now take off the other one too dammit!” Billy demands as he jumps forward at Christian. Christian quickly unbuttons the blouse to reveal his undershirt tucked into his pants. His slightly toned chest and nipples show their outlines through the shirt and as he fully removes his arms, Christians little beer gut spills out for billy to immediately glance at. Christian just stands awkwardly with his head down contemplating the idea of making a run for it. Billy breaks the silence, still shirtless and walk over to billy once again. Almost halfway across the room he orders “ well it looks like you’ve been eating well, Christian.” Billy says in a seductive voice as he closes the gap between the two. Billy reaches out his big weathered hand and pokes Christians gut then pinches it with his thumb in Christians belly button and his index finder under his fat roll directing Christian down onto the seat nearest the stove. Christian, sits reluctantly and cant help but stare into Billy’s round tanned gut which is directly in his face. Billy grabs Christians chin and forces his eyes toward his own. Billy takes a step back and grabs ahold of the belt buckle under his beer gut and unfastens it. Slowly pulling it out through the loops of his skin tight Levi’s. Christian notices the top two buttons are undone already and stares back at billy. “ in this house, we like to eat until we’re full and we ALWAYS finish what’s given to us.” Billy says as he starts to unbutton the rest of his fly buttons one by one. Reaching the last button revealing a thick bush surrounding a throbbing meaty cock, not too big but thick and dripping with pre cum. He pulls his pants half way down, grabs his cock with one hand and slaps his stomach with the other as he arches his back. Christian is aroused but worried and blurts out “ sir, that’s a bit to big for me to swall-“ Billy grabs the back of his head and shoves the cock down his throat. Christian gags but takes it as best as he can. Billy thrusts a few times and is so worked up that after a minute or two he clenches Christians hair with his hands and cums down his throat. “ omg I’m going to drown” Christian thinks has billy won’t let up. He swallows and swallows as fast as he can and finally is able to breathe only to feel half full from what felt like half a gallon of cum being forced into his gut. Billy pulls back, smiles and pulls his pants back up. Billy says calmly “ here’s the thing little guy, I like myself and my men with a healthy appetite and a round pot belly to show it. Now what I plan on doing to you is seeing how quickly I can get you to bust outa that uniform you seem to want to keep on so badly.” As he steps closer to the fearful Christian and places a gentle hand over his plump little gut “ now, I hope you’re hungry, strip down and wash up cause I got supper in the oven and I’ll cook up some extra sides just for you.”

Christian nods agreeably and strips naked to reveal his untrimmed ex jock body to billy. Billy licks his lips and says “ throw the clothes next to the wash room, I’ll take care of them tomorrow. Sit down after you wash up.” “ with what clothes?” Christian responds angrily. “ “none fat boy, I wanna see that belly get nice and plump while you eat.” Christian walks away to wash up thinking “ holy shit, how the fuck did I get into this situation? How do I get out? Why does he want to watch me fatten up? Why did that turn me on?”

“Suppers ready, get ya ass back out here boy.” Billy screams. Christian comes back cleaner than he was and sees a full ham, mashed potatoes, collard greens and gravy along with heaps of baked muffins. “ a-all this for me?” Christian asks nervously. Billy chuckles and says “ I gotta eat too, don’t be selfish.” They sit down and and Christian reluctantly starts to eat realizing he’s actually starving.

It’s pretty much dark again and billy, still with his pants unbuttoned leans back to rub his distended stomach for Christian to see. “ damn, I’m lookin like a pig these days wouldn’t you say Christian?” Christian, still working on his mound of food nods in agreement and feels his dick start to throb at the sight of this hunky man in front of him. Billy notices his stares, gets up and approaches the back of Christian as he eats noticing his boner. He pulls Christians chair out and gets down on his knees. Christian is in awe at the moment. Billy looks at Christian and says “ ya better keeping stuffing that food in as I do this aright?” Christian responds “ yessir” and continues to stuff himself with the country feast. Billy starts at the pecs and puffy nipples, sucking and licking them. Then goes to the small crease under them to tease Christian. He moves to Christians puffy love handles to lightly bite on them and pinch the other side with his fingers. Billy moves down to Christians now distended stomach and starts to tease him. All the while Christians cock is throbbing for attention. Billy continues to tongue his way down as Christian continues to stuff himself. Billy pushes his face into Christians crotch, smelling the musk from the mans loins and wraps his lips around Christians dick eventually deep throating him. Christian exhales in ecstasy as billy works him while pinching and massaging his bloated stomach. Christians finally finishes and cums but is only half way through dinner. Christian sits there amazed and a bit confused as billy gets up, picks up a handful of mashed potatoes and shoves it into Christians mouth. Christians eyes grow wide as he realizes he’s being force fed. He tries to fight billy off and another handful enters his mouth only to feel Billy’s gigantic hands wrap around his wrists and hold them down to continue fattening Christian up. He pleads as handful after handful are forced down his throat and his belly tightens with each swallow. “Fuck, sir I can’t eat much more I’m gonna pop.” Christians belts out inbetween handfuls as the plate in front of him empties. Billy smirks and starts to laugh, “ don’t worry boy, I guarantee you’ll finish all this under my watch, unharmed.” Christians braces for another handful as food scraps tumble down his softened belly, getting stuck in his chest hair and pubes as he is forced to eat and eat until the last bite finally makes its way down into his gorged stomach and his arms are released. “Fuuu-burp, I can bar- ely breathe, I’m so tired.” Billy pats Christians taught belly, lifts him up and carry’s him to a separate room in the house with an old cot and some spare old clothes on the floor. Billy places Christian down on the cot and leaves him to rest. He locks the door behind him and Christian quickly nods off from exhaustion.

The next morning Christians wakes up and finds billy leaning in the doorway. “slept in little guy, we still eat three meals a day no matter when you wake up.” Billy says. “Your uniform is washed. Breakfast is almost ready so get ya ass dressed.” He barks. Christian washes up and arrives at the table to find another massive spread. His military uniform is actually clean considering it was hand washed but he’s FAR from hungry. “ billy, sir, I’m sorry but I’m just so confused and kind of scared. The police and military are gonna come looking for me. I won’t say a word if you just let me go I promise.” Billy turns around, smiles and says “I don’t think they’re gonna recognize you after I’m done with you fat boy. Those pants are looking tighter already.” Cristian responds “sir, I don’t understand why you’re holding me hostage to fatten me up like this?” “ like I said I like my men with some extra meat on their bones, you just happened to have a head start.” Billy says as he walks over to Christian, forces him to sit and puts a heaping plate of food in front of him. “now eat up piggie.” Christian works on the hearty breakfast of mostly carbs and meats until he drops his arms in defeat. Billy sighs and approaches the back of Christians chair again. “I guess I’ll just have to make you eat then.” Billy says as he reaches into a kitchen drawer to retrieve a long rope. Christian panics and tries to get up only to be forcefully seated by Billy’s strong arms. Billy hog toes Christian to the back of the chair, picks up a thick slab of pork and shoves it into Christians mouth. “Ain’t gonna plump you up if you can’t even finish a meal properly.” Billy announces as he continues to bring food to Christians mouth. The rope wrapped around Christians mid section between his chest and stomach grows tighter as he is forced to eat what seems like a pound or two of breakfast food. When he’s done, billy unties his captive and sends him to the small room to rest.

The same routine continues for each meal, it seems Billy enjoys the feeding part so Christian is restrained for every meal and made to eat and eat until billy is satisfied. Sometimes its with clothes on but mostly without. Sometimes if its a lighter meal billy will play around and make Christian suck him off or the opposite. Christians room is small and he is only allowed to use the wash room to bathe and use the restroom when Billy is around so his physical movement is non existent. He tries to do pushups and pass the time with some small exercises but there’s no way to counter act the calories he’s being forced to consume daily. Day in and day out christian is force fed massive amounts of food with little physical activity and the weight is starting to pile on. His stomach is always being stretched bigger and bigger with every meal and it always looks packed full. He doesn’t know his weight anymore but he estimates a good 20 pounds has been added to him if not more. He can feel himself growing fatter by the day. Dinner is Christians favorite because after the stuffing he knows he will get a long break before breakfast and he can read and relax in bed with the stash of books he found in his room. As fucked up as the situation is, Christian starts to form a routine around his captivity. He asks billy if he has any more reading materials so pass the time and billy brings him a plethora of novels and readings from somewhere in the house. Christian knows his only chance of escape is if someone stumbles upon the cabin in search of him. “I should have told someone where I was going,” Christian says to himself as he wonders what will become of him. Christian sits alone most nights and the one thing he really misses is social interaction. “I need to start forming a bond with billy to win him over and maybe I can escape. He wants me to eat big and get fatter so ill just give in, I won’t fight back, ill win him over!” Christian thinks to himself.

The next morning Billy wakes unlocks the door to the small room and finds Christian awake already. He is half naked with his camo pants pulled up over his meatier thighs and looks at billy. “ You’ve really turned me into a hog sir, I’ve been wrestling with these buttons on my pants for a few minutes and I can’t seem to fasten them. My gut is too fat.” Christian says as he slaps both sides of his distended but less full stomach. His Belly giggles slightly in front of billy who’s awe stricken by the sight. “ Damn right, I have fattened you up nice” billy says. Christian can see he’s turning billy on instantly and he milks the occasion. “ so what’s for breakfast big guy?” Christian says as he rubs his belly in circles, enticing Billy. “ I like to see you so eager for a feeding pig, I cooked up a bunch of eggs and a fat slab of ham from the farm. Also got some of those muffins you seem to like so much.” Billy spits out with his southern draw. “Mhmm, well I’m ready to dig in” responds Christian slapping his belly once more for dramatic effect. The two men walk over to the table and Christian sits down with his pants still unfastened, his hairy stomach fills into his lap as he leans over to smell the food in front of him. “ smells delicious sir” Christian says. Before billy can even get the rope, Christian digs in and with force. He alternates between the eggs and the ham, taking a break every now again for milk and a bite of the muffins. “Guess you don’t need to be hog tied if your gonna eat like this, fat boy. If you keep this up your gonna be a porker in no time.” Billy says as he watches Christian devour the meal in front of him and starts to eat his own breakfast as well. Christian finishes quickly but he’s stuffed, his face is red and he’s flushed as all hell. His stomach has expanded a good few inches since he’s started and he leans back in his chair to stretch.

He slaps his round belly for Billy to see and says “ why do you want to fatten me up like this? Are you ever going to let me go?” Christians says as he continues to play with his protruding gut trying to break the ice and get some dialogue going with his captor. Billy looks at him for a moment and continues to eat. A few minutes go by and he says “ Listen fat boy, I’ve spent a lot of years here building this place for this kind of thing. You just happened to walk right on up to me. Seems like fate huh? As soon as I saw you undress me with your eyes I knew your cute ass was the one I wanted. Also I can’t have you runnin off telling anyone important that I’m back here.” Billy explains. “I’m sure you’re curious how long this is gonna go on for but I got BIG plans for you if you know what I mean.” Christian gulps hard and sits quietly. It’s not what Christian wanted to hear but now he knows this might be permanent. Maybe a case of Stockholm’s syndrome will kick in and make it more bearable he thinks. Billy finishes his own breakfast and allows Christian to wash up and use the bathroom. He is locked back in his room as billy goes back to tending the farm.

The days start to blend together as Christian is made to simply eat and get bigger. It has felt like weeks or maybe even a month or two have gone by but Christian has no idea. His once small beer belly has grown into a proper gut that pours into his lap whenever he sits upright almost covering up his cock. It’s round and firm rather then flabby because of the highly caloric, dense meals. His plump love handles wrap around his torso form a perfect ball of a gut that seems to grow wider by the day. The outline of a once relatively fit, athletic body can be seen where his hips are as the V shape is still present but now there is a big ball shaped stomach protruding outward just above. Stretch marks are forming around his armpits and waistline and even his thighs. Christians pecs have softened even more but his constant pushups and pull-ups in his small room along with his ridiculous diet have actually beefed him up around the chest and arms which billy encouraged.

Christian is allowed to shave his face with Billy’s straight razor under supervision and his now trimmed face shows off his fattened features surrounding his already handsome mug. His thighs and ass have gotten larger too as he sits around most of the day. Christian sometimes forgets what he even used to look like as he is stuffed like a pig day in and day out but his relationship with billy has started to turn into an oddly forced romantic affair. Billy refuses to get too close but he is affectionate and loving. “After all, he’s never tried to actually harm harm me” Christian says to himself.

One day as Christian is nearing the end of his room workout he hears the door slam harder than usual. Billy scrambled around outside Christians room and finally opens Christians door. “Just heard a radio message in the barn that they’re looking for a guy that matches your description.” Billy says somewhat frantically. “ I can’t have the law snooping around here and finding you all bound up in the kitchen getting stuffed so I’m going to start filling you up somewhere more secret.” He said with a dirty smirk across his face. “gonna have to fatten you up a little faster too so they don’t recognize ya if they find ya around here, huh?” Christians eyes grow wide as he hears those words. “ sir, I’ve done everything youve said. I’ve been eating on my own and obeying you. I can barely handle the food you serve me now though.” Christian pleads. Billy grabs Christian by the wrist and drags him into a room he’s never been in before. It’s the master of the house that has a huge bed in the center of the room with four big posts on each corner of the bedframe that extend to the ceiling. Billy forces Christian into the room. He goes to retrieve Christians old uniform and throws it at him. “ put it on and button it up fat boy.” Billy demands. “I want to see to it that you burst right out of that thing before I burn the evidence.” Christian stares at the uniform wondering how he’s even going to get the pants halfway up his legs and past his fattened ass. The buttons on the shirt might not even touch with how fat he’s become. “DID I STUTTER PIG? I said PUT THE DAMN UNIFORM ON!” “Ok ok I’ll try sir.” Christian responds.

He waddles his way into the pants and they look painted on. His thick backside and thighs are so much larger then they used to be that there is almost no room left in the pants. The outline of his cock can be seen clearly they’re so tight. He pulls the light green army issued undershirt over his head and yanks it down past his chest and over his round stomach. The fabric around his gut it so tight you can see Christians belly button indent perfectly. He tucks the undershirt into his unbuttoned pants and pulls the button end of the pants toward the button hole on the other end of the waistband. The gap between the two is about 2 inches from each other. Christian breaks a sweat to button the camo army trousers. “What happened to the soldier I met? Seems you put on some weight fat boy?” Billy says as he chuckles watching Christian struggle. After a few minutes Christian fastens the pants button. A sweat stain on his chest and under his pecs let’s billy know it was a endeavor. The pants look like they’re about to rip at the seams and the button is about to burst. Christian puts the button down matching army blouse over his head and wiggles his thickened arms into the holes. He tugs enough to get the shirt around him. Christians arms look beefy as they fill out the sleeves well. He looks down to start at the chest and works his way down, button by button. The first few arnt so bad but the chest is too small now. He reaches the button above the curve of belly and sucks in as hard as he can. He quickly fastens all the buttons, struggling with that second to last one but finishes the job. As Christian exhales he feels like a sausage in a casing. Billy stares in amazement has he takes in the sight. Billy’s force feedings have fattened Christian up, probably adding a good 40-50 pounds to his once ex jock frame at this point. His buttons all look like they’re about to take an eye out.

Christian feels defeated knowing this all started because he wanted to lose weight and got lost hiking in the woods only to find a man that would force feed him to look like he does now. Almost ironic. Billy exits the room sporting a massive hard on, pre cum dripping through his jeans. He returns with a few strands of rope and orders Christian face up on the bed. Christian slowly mounts the bed, trying not to tear through his skin tight uniform. Billy ties his victim up to the posts, limb by limb. He stares down at Christian who helplessly stares back wondering what will happen next. Billy smiles and says “ let’s see how much food we can fit in ya.” Christian knew there would be a feeding but as billy started to bring in plate after plate of carbs and meats and cheeses, Christians eyes grew wider. “He can’t possibly expect me to finish all of this, can he?” Christian thinks to himself. Billy finally brings in a big jug of milk and what looks like massive pumpkin pie. “Aright fat boy, where do you wanna start?” Billy says joyfully. Billy cuts some homemade bread in half and fills it with some homemade meat from the farm and cheeses. Christian gulps hard as he prepares to take the first bite of a sandwich that could feed 3 people. Billy holds the sandwich in front of Christians concerned face and forces his jaw open. “Eat up!” Billy teases as he forces Christian to chomp off a heaping first bite.

Christian swallows and another bite is waiting. Chew by chew, swallow by swallow, billy pushes the massive sandwich down Christians throat. Another sandwich follows and then another, each one getting harder to eat as the stuffing continues. Fresh rolls are shoved into Christians mouth every so often as he struggles to keep up. Billy is amped up by this feeding and Christians stomach starts to stretch but it doesn’t have much room to grow. His military blouse is stretching thin over his growing mid section as he’s forced to swallow more and more food. The holes grow wider between the buttons in the shirt revealing the undershirt he’s wearing as the last sandwich is presented to Christian. As Christians hands and feet are tied to the bed he starts to thrash around and turn his head to deny the food. Billy grabs his jaw and forces a bite into Christians mouth. He swallows a few bites and finally the 2 buttons burst off of the shirt and fly across the room. Christians distended belly surges forward as a sigh of relief escapes his mouth. “Fuckin finally, I thought I was never gonna get to see you undress for me” billy says in a teasing manner. The center or his belly is now bulging from the shirt and billy demands that Christian finish the sandwich. A few more reluctant bites go down and another 2 buttons, burst but with less dramatic effect, resting on his crotch area. “that’s a good pig, keep growing for me fat boy. I want to watch you shred these clothes.” Billy says as he slaps Christians belly and forces the rest of the sandwich into his mouth. Christian moans as he swallows the last bite. “Please sir, I can’t ... eat.. anymore. I’m gonna explode” he pleads.

Billy laughs and brings the jug of milk up to Christians lips. “Couldn’t catch what you said there piggy, drink up.” Billy demands as forces the spout of the milk jug into Christians mouth. The force of Billy pushing the container into his mouth creates a seal. Billy looks devilishly at his captive and slowing squeezes the jug, forcing the rich creamer into Christians mouth and down his throat. Christians arms reach for his face to instinctively shove the man off but again, he is bound like a hog. He thinks to himself “ fuck I’m going to drown, I need to breathe.” Billy lets off but keeps the container in place in Christians mouth. He breathes heavily out of his nostrils for a minute or two and as his breathe returns to normal, Billy slowly starts compressing the jug again. . Gulp by gulp, Christian feels his gut pushing its limits as the last bottom button bursts, revealing Christians round and fattened stomach covered by a painted on undershirt. Billy, sprouting a hard cock through his work jeans, gives Christians belly a soft rub as he examines his work. Christians gorged stomach heaves as he catches his breathe. Billy pokes and slaps his victims belly. “We’ve made some good progress I’d say” Billy says as he leans over and inspects the pants button that should give way any minute now. Christians expanding gut is nearly hanging all the way over his waistband now and the button can barely be seen. “Now we just gotta pop this last button and I think we will be alright. Ready for desert?” Billy says as he reaches for the pie. Christians wiggles and his belly does the same as he trys to free himself with no result. Billy pulls the undershirt over Christians chest to untuck it from his tight pants and waistband revealing a packed balloon. His hairy stomach is stretched tight and it’s glowing with taught skin. Christians belly button is even stretched out and less deep. Shiny red marks appear at the roundest part of his stomach showing just how wide he’s become during this stuffing. His love handles have the formations of stretch marks just from this feeding.

The waistbband of Christians pants folds under his gut as his fat mound spills over into his lap, love handle to love handle, forming a perfectly symmetrical fat boy. From above, Christian is sprawled out with a desperate look in his eyes as he feels himself expanding with no way to stop it. He wonders to himself how much more he can eat before he bursts or throws up. Billy kisses Christians soft pecs and licks the sweat thats dripping down his chest. “Fuck you taste good.” He says as he scoops a big spoonful of pie and holds it up to Christians mouth. Christian whimpers as billy forces the spoon past his lips and into his mouth. Billy puts his hand over Christians mouth and forces him to swallow with each new bite of pie. Christian holds the sweet dessert in his mouth for minutes trying to avoid a blow up. “Don’t worry fat boy, I’m patient. One way or another I’m going to pop that button of your pants,” Billy chuckles out. Christian looks down at his stretched belly and he can barely see his crotch anymore and swallows. Billy places a gentle hand on Christians stomach as he alternates between stuffing Christian with pie and forcing him to drink the fattening creamy milk. Billy feels Christians stomach gurgle and slightly expanding with each gulp or bite that he’s forcing into the helpless man.

A few minutes of this continue and the pie is not finished, a big fat spoon of pie is again presented to Christians lips as he pleads “no more, I’m gonna puke”, as his mouth opens billy shoves the spoonful in and “POP” goes the pants button holding together the two sides of his waistband. Christians belly accommodates the new space and pushes an inch or two forward. He let’s out a large moan and leans his head back. Billy, finally satisfied, stands up and takes in the full view as he chuckles. “God damn fat boy, I never thought I’d get to force feed such a handsome pig enough to burst outa their clothes!” Christian slowly chews the piece of pie as milk and sweat drip onto his meaty chest and he can’t even respond. His head lays back on the bed frame as his arms and legs are still bound. His undershirt is pulled over his pecs and his Blouse is missing every button besides the top one. His pants lay defeated as Christians big round hairy gut rises and falls with each labored breathe. Billy is impressed by his work and slowly approaches Christian’s feet to make his way onto the bed. “Now that those pants are undone I can get to your cock, I guess I’ll finish you off.” Billy whispers as he pulls Christians buttonless pants and underwear down to his thighs and start to kiss Christians hairy legs. Billy works his way up to Christians now rising cock and admires the incredible amount of food he’s forced Christian to eat. He smells Christians musk and sweat as he plays with his manhood. Billy starts off slowly, reaching his hands up to feel Christians gorged stomach and caress his body. He kisses the indent that the tight waistband of the pants has left on Christians underbelly. Billy teases Christians cock and slowly starts to insert it further down his throat until his nose is at the base of his Christians groin. Billy’s forehead rests on Christians bloated gut as he moves up and down, faster and faster. The extreme pain Christian feels in his stomach is now overshadowed by the affection Billy’s showing to his cock. He’s never had someone make him feel so good when they are sucking him off. It’s the best head he’s every felt.

Christian jolts as he climaxes and cums for what seems like an eternity. He looks down at his distended ball gut and see Billy rise, wiping his mouth with a giant smile on his face. “Fucking fat pig likes to get his dick sucked, consider that a treat for destroying your clothes.” Billy says as he gives Christians belly one last slap and walks out of the room. Christians eyes grow so heavy he immediately falls asleep and the day ends for him.

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Episode 19 liveblog take two

We made it happen!

@threeofheartscast

Because I do actually really want those notes on QC. Listening at 2.35 speed which sounds....awful. but useful! Semi from memory this may not be entirely in order

OMG HI!!!! I KNOW YOUR FROM THE TWITTERS!!!

QC elf, brown eyes and longhair In ponytail wears all black suit, gloves, book, robin-mask

Is this sir thimby person thinbleton? Sigil on card with future slanted font helmet with two crossed swords

Despite the fact that it's morally wrong I kind of ....yk maybe let him kidnap diamond a little bit? Some light kidnapping

I love how his first insibt when a fire starts is to stick to the CEILING. How are those lungs looking bestie

This music is GROOVY

IF ITS NOT GAY ITS GOT TO GO he's gonna love the agents.

For vellums kidnappings minimum 7 times depending on

-if random count extra,

-or if he wandered away and someone picked him up,

- didn't notice kidnapped,

- kidnappers forgot him and he just left,

- infodumped until the kidnappers got so annoyed they let him go

-about to walk into an open net while reading but manhole instead

The music is not as good as 2.35 speed

This entire scene was very cute and my original reaction included a lot of keysmashes. Vellum just went for it I appreciate that.

I feel like if there was a field agent hand book vellum would have at the very least edited it.

Xbala and spar having kissed us very soar behavior

Fic of them eating dinner after 2nd kiss before hotel

Vellum giving him a kiss. Draw spar half up in bed, with his face in vellums shoulder, vellum looking soft blushing (this shit is cute) muttering, petting his hair "mmmm breakfast is good, important part of the day....mmmm yup" -spar

Their argument here is the best

I FORGOT VELLUM SAID "YOURE VERY CUTE LIKE THIS" THATS A FUCKING DORABLE

I'm just gonna assume spar has a thing for suspenders

QC just Speedran becoming a coming of interest in a kidnapping (so fast the kidnapping hasn't happened yet)

HE HAS TELEKINSESIS what a little guy... He's so absurd in the best way i adore him. In my mind he is a Manlet I will die on this hill

Jack has a druid parent... Sanguinia. Stays with "g/Cladia" friend in...........city stoneloft

RADIO MOVIE NIGHTS ARE SO CUTE

I remember freaking out about greggins and Jack being qpps (just like me, fr!)

"Intense feelings and situations"

Grey just know it wasn't worth lying to vellum, he's too smart

There was a lot of freaking out about Max being the kid, but I landed on the theory that Grey both kept them seperate and wants vellums blood because Max is a werekid, and it wouldve been traumatic for both of them to raise them together but maybe vellum can help him find a cure. I can understand why there would be so many feelings messed up in all that

Vellum got SO cold in this question and I don't mean in a mean way but it's the...determination

Grey does have the best outlook on clovenheart & I think that's sus

Persuaded the FUCK outa him

Providince......don't thing I trust this. Grey's in his Gatsby era

"Fix other harms that needn't have happened"...........*squinting* return magic?

I WANT GREY TO COME BACK now that's she's less immediately evil) sus

Also I DID say I thought resurrecting vellum's parents could be a part of Grey's motivations!!!!, I did say that!

I really like joy

your sparkliness sounds very diamond

QC and the agents being at odds with eachother at this party sounds like the setup for SUCH a good time

HELL YEAH!!! Songs were groovy. Formatting still banging. I made a note herea out how juggling scenes like that is hard but Jordan did it really damn well. Kitt's so funny!!! I'm excited that they're here. QC is just a funny little guyyyyy he's just a little guyyyyy!!!

Note: hey future lushlet if you get up to wiki shit dont trust this I make hella typos

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forgottenshiloh · 1 month

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niyati

i wonder if we can defy fate. Like what even makes fate a thing, why is it made out to be something that is not changeable if it in fact is? is that some engineered fear some asshole came up with to like control the people stupid enough to believe it? It's always a fight of control why do people even want to control other people like that should be the number one sign of knock that fucker off cause they outa bounds with they psycho ass. Like someone's mind isn't a damn chess game but yet here these motherfuckers are and I'm so sick of people trying to get inside my head just let me breathe and maybe some of the shit in my head in plan on taking to the grave can i do that? I'm so sick of people trying to tell me who to be i just wanna run away but god damn where do i go? and after all this mind fucking and life fucking up i barely trust myself anymore. I need someone to help a motherfucker out and not try to fuck me over. Like i got so much to offer huh? matter of fact fuck that, i could have so much to offer and all they see is something to fuck and abuse and like why? why am i so hated motherfucker can't you see i'm busy hating myself already so could you like fuck off? like no thanks i'm good and fucked already. I'm so angry inside, i need to work out more, get this anger out like i used to.

#youmeandshiloh

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pretigurl44 · 3 months

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I gotta get this shit off my chest....

I went to jail in august 2022 till May 2023, I had a codefendants that I lost somewhere between circus court the jesters in the jail and catching new charges as I changed judges. Why is just as crazy as this story is I was charged with a dope charge .1 grams I did 11&1/2 months solid in the busiest little town jail in Mississippi, so I went to court saw my codefendants.....acted like I was someone he didn't know oddd, but ok my birthday was on Thanksgiving n I was promised to be gotten out uh didn't happen so I assumed he was still there with me nobody told me different till I desperately needed to speak to him n I was left. I got the charge plus tampering with evidence that they couldn't produce so it was dropped I went thru it in this place Which level of hell am I on ...129 today Tom it might be 125,outside, all the women hated to try n b nice to me I played art of war every day for three months,I'm alive so I played it correctly it was not for the lack of trying to off me..I consumed bleach industrial bleach twice in one week i was in 2 fights i fell three times bouncing my head on the slab went to hospital once was diagnosed with seizures schompa seizures. That was a good thing now I know what they are.

The third one I fell outa my bunk barely missing the one next to me with my head did I fall is all I remember saying but I do know I was drinking cold water n my air was cut off I fanned my face n had to sit down. N I don't recall anything till I thought did I fall, yea I had a hematoma the size of Texas on my head I got a towel n ice n called my dad bc it was pointless to ask vohnda for help. He called me a liar the girls chimed in with it too so I just hung up then here comes the fukin nurse who sawe with a orange towel on my head would not open the door vohnda said well run the camera back n see they never came back I just laid there n hoped I didn't fall asleep. Later on that day another inmate totally was a mean girl bully thumped me on the head saying stay woke in the spot I hit earlier then she n two others started throwing ice at me I ignored it I finally got up when they said we're gonna pour blue meth water down your throat...I got up to hit tje button n between me hittin it n vonda showin up i was punched 3 times in yhe facr breakin my nose rye orbiyal bloodied my lips and black eye. She came at me with a silver something she dropped what I growled n started to swing. So I got out across the street in the hole n the girl who started it lied to the lady n said I started it omg she was back in the pod n I was in trouble for noda damn thing then I was labeled combative for asking a question dat co will never do that again I told her to go tell Ricky Johnson Jessica did whatever n ull see combative...she did it hahaha she no longer works there.

This was 4 days of my stay there in March of 2023 I'll postmore later

#fight jail combative

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pumpkinthreattheelder · 6 months

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💀vent here becouse i ran out of places to cry myself out lol💀

Honestly, there are times when i just can't keep going with... Anything

Everything becomes so overwhelming, everything turns into caos that i am unable to work with... On feeling like i'm not good enough for anybody or for anything...

And the only thing i have left to hang up to is this damned ship i discovered like... 3 years ago? Or so... And it's kinda funny... Lots of ppl hate it, despise it with their whole heart and things like that, and i get it.

It's becouse people have their own mind and so... but It's still painful... And pitiful at the same time...

And at this point, i can only find peace out of my friggin mind trying to cope with them being fluff and pure and... Just... a damn happy couple... Y'know

But today... I feel like letting them go, i guess?? I don't know actually... I can't think straight right now... And it's just for a single thing that doesn't seem very important but... Feels auful actually...

I know people changes. Interests, feelings... But the fact that someone that means the world for me said that they find it... Boring? Or at least one of the characters... That they imply that they don't like it anymore... It felt... Wrong in a way i'm unable to express correctly

I know, our relationship is more than just *This* thing in particular... But at the same time i feel like i've lost a big part of that by hearing that...

It's like

*ranting over how excited i am about x or Y thing that implies that character for OVER MORE THAN 3 YEARS*

And them just being there... Unconmfortable... Just listening and pretending they like that stuff as much as i do just so it doesn't make me feel bad... It feels... Well, at least for me it feels wrong... Totally wrong...

Why didn't they tell me from the begining? I could just... You know shut up about that and don't waste their time running to them to bother everytime something new happens?

Why now...

I know it sounds like it's a child's stuff about me throwing up a tantrum... Crying becouse i found out someone i love doesn't seem to enjoy what i do so much anymore... But this has happened LOTS of times before... And i can't help but feel...

Alone...

Like many many times before...

...

Maybe it's time to grow out this... To move on and leave this dolls behind... Maybe i will...

I just needed to, well, dump this feeling somewhere outa my chest...

I have the need to feel that i can handle this without exploding... I guess...

I'm just guessing...

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xaracosmia · 11 months

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, AFTON KAZAMA. 🌕

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: mocha

age: 29

pronouns: they/them

ooc contact: @ givemeurbread on twt!

triggers: N/A

other characters in xc: primula aoki & afton aoki - original characters, Twilight Sparkle - My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: afton kazama

age: 33

pronouns: he/him

series: original

canon point: n/a

app triggers: parental death mention, child abuse, psychological abuse, alcohol mention, general violence, human experimentation, firearms, scars/burn scars, needles,

personality: Years ago, Afton would be described as stubborn, reckless, aggressive, violent, and bloodthirsty. And while all of those can still hold true, he has calmed in his age. At first glance, Afton seems intimidating - a strong, straight posture, a hardened gaze, no nonsense. Yes, there are times where he’s a little rough, a little tactless, and maybe even downright rude - but, underneath that, is simply a man who wants to do right by his family. Though he may complain, he is terribly selfless, especially to children, and often goes out of his way to help the moment he sees someone in need. His no-nonsense ways simply comes from being ‘too old to deal with this crap,’ choosing to simply go straight for a solution. Can he be impatient? Stubborn? Reckless? Yes - old dog, and all of that. Does his venomous sass outweigh his younger cousins? Most definitely. But Afton, at the end of it all, is a man trying to leave the world better than he left it.

something your muse struggles with: dealing with his trauma - his anger and aggression is from years of taking everything done to him, and putting it in front of him as a wall to make things easier, or to not think about it. afton really struggles with being open and vulnerable to almost anyone - even renji doesn’t always get to see the vulnerable sides of afton.

your muse’s greatest strength: afton has such a strong sense of justice, even if it’s a little black and white at times. do what you have to to get the job done, and always do what you gotta do to protect the little guy. he’s also incredibly loyal to those that have his heart - once afton trusts you, he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt or be hurt for you.

history / background:

“Wanna know my story? Interesting. Most people are lookin’ to hire me, or lookin’ to kill me. Thank Christ you’re neither. Two things I needa know, though.

One, do ya drink? I need a drink. And, two, gotta light?

Ah, figures. Anyway, ain’t much to tell. Was born in the heart of Kyoto, father was a proud scientist, mom stayed at home when I was a kid… Never found out why. She ended up leaving him when I was 16, anyway. I don’t blame her.

Dad taught me to fight when I was old enough. Came from a disciplined family, but I still thought a scientist knowing martial arts was weird. Held my first gun at six, and of course, I was shit with it. Dad said I took to it well though.

School was decent enough. Made a few friends, a few enemies. Never got along with everyone: who does? At any rate, when I was old enough, Dad asked me if I wanted to get into the family business. I said I didn’t know, but I guess he had the answer for me, anyway - started training to be a bounty hunter. I was young, and the only other hunter in the family was my aunt, his sister, since his parents got outa the biz a while ago. It was strange, but he said it was what was best, that I needed to be ready for anything. He said it was an honorable path, so y'know what? Damn right I signed up. I wanted to make him proud.

He began training me with a blade when I was eight. Now, like I said, I was shit with the gun when I first started, and it was a pain to become the crackshot I am now. But I’ll never forget the look on pop’s face when I began blade training. Said it was like a fish in water. He was proud of me that day. To be honest, it was weird to hear it.

I grew up, I did my training, took my classes, and earned my fair share of scars. And I never once allowed my family history to dictate my grades, or my success in school. Every grade, every achievement, and every damn accommodation I got was because I busted my ass. It’s all I knew how to do, really, since I was a kid: work hard, and you get what you give.

… But somethin’ wasn’t right. I was gettin’ older, I was questioning why mom was still with my dad, their arguments. What my dad was workin’ on, why he was gettin’ so damn hard on me. But I got nothin’. And ya know what? Somethin’ about his attitude began to send chills down my spine. It didn’t seem right.

Just as I was preparin’ to take off, my younger cousin, Renji… His father had been killed years prior, but of all the bad luck, they got his mom, too, my aunt Jun. Sucks, man. He was a good kid. A good fighter. Shit with a blade for a while, but a damn crackshot. He stayed with us a while, but my dad, he… Started him on a training regiment too. Said we needed to be ready for anything.

I couldn’t leave him. Not Renji, not with my dad. I busted my ass during the day to help him, and even took the occasional bounty to save up money to get the hell outa there.

… Shoulda been nosier when I got the chance.

Ren had really hurt himself - dad didn’t give a shit. Never did, once we were older. I was rummaging through my dad’s shit for a new first aid kit, and I… Shit, man, I shoulda known.

I couldn’t understand the papers - there were a lot of words I couldn’t understand, Ren’s the smarter one, he would’ve. But all I could make out, was that my dad was contactin’ some woman, arranging the deaths of Ren’s parents. Somethin’ about needing custody because Ren’s “DNA sequence was the most compatible.”

I couldn’t look Ren in the face. I couldn’t even say anything to him. God dammit, I wish I woulda said somethin’.

My dad, the sick bastard… Told us he had one test left for us, one final struggle. Next thing I knew, I had a bag over my head, and Ren was screamin’, shouting that it hurt, that his blood was on fire. I fought, and struggled, and panicked before I was able to get loose of the bindings.

There was some… Syringe, near Ren, not like one I’ve ever seen. It was empty, but left the nastiest mark on Ren. He was writhing, crackles of electricity sparking around his body. As I knocked the last mook that held him down, I felt the worst pain ever in the back of my neck.

I was next - my own skin felt like it was on fire, and the lights became blinding. Black… mist trailed from my skin, and I felt like I felt every particle of it.

That was the second time my father told me he was proud. Proud that I actually survived. Well… I survived. Made damn sure he barely did.

Last I saw of dear old dad, he was a bloodied mess on the floor, until I carried my cousin out.

We wiped our records, traveled the country and got as far away from him as possible. I never wanna see that damn guy again. I didn’t want Ren to. I needed to protect him.

Can’t begin to tell you how much shit Ren n’ I have been through since then. He, uh… Found out. Renji found out that I knew, and, uh… It was bad, man. He looked about ready to kill me, but instead, he just… Went out to kill the old man, instead. I told him not to go. But he pretty much told me to piss off an’ let him do his thing.

So i did, but… God. I was scared. I thought I lost him. I mean - who even survives that? I just… Thought he was dead, and then he just turns up, like nothin’ happened? But you can tell. You can look in a man’s eyes and tell when he’s seen things. When he’s changed.

Next couple of years went by well. Renji opened up to Vera and I more. We got into contact with Naoko and Fahy again - they had actually been lookin’ for us. They handle our jobs, now. Much more reliable than the two of us.

Even when Renji caught wind of the woman my pop hired to kill his parents, you could tell he was determined. When he came back half-dead, I knew he’d want another shot. And i was ready to tie him down to the damn bed, but the weirdest shit happened. Vera just told me to let him go.

… Renji and I have been with each other for as long as I can remember. We’ve had each other’s backs through hell and back, and I wouldn’t have anyone else watchin’ my back over that lightnin’ rod. And… I never realized that sometimes, I had him on a tight leash. I mean, alls I’ve ever wanted was to protect him. No one else would. But… She was right.

So, he left, after gettin’ his ass kicked by her - by Yukimura, the cold killer. And it was months until I ran into him again - wearin’ that damn mask again, still goin’ by the Reaper. Feh. He always was a fan of the dramatic. Anyway - Nao sent me, Vera and Fahy on a job to take out the last remnants of the whitecoats that were responsible for our gifts. But, damn, we weren’t prepared for her.

Primula Aoki. Renji’s little sister. My sick father decided to take she… well. They used her. She had… all of it, man. My shadow manipulation, Ren’s bioelectric conductivity, Fahy’s freaky omnivision. And she had some ruttin' magic. Could probably put an icicle through my damn head. But, Renji got through to her. An’ now our little circle of misfits and freaks keeps growin’. She’s a good kid. Sweet. Damn talented in music.

We began to realize that… yeah, we do a lot of bad stuff to bad people, for good people, but. Vee and I thought, ‘we can do more. We can do better.’

So we did. We made Vermilion. We still take bounties, do private security and body guard work. But we also help people with fixing, building, maintaining - anyone anyone needs, we help with.

That’s all, I’m done talkin’ to you. So, either get me that drink, or you can skedaddle. Odds are, one or two people in here are lookin’ to kill me. Best for you to not get caught in the crossfire.“

powers / abilities:

Shadow manipulation - Afton can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance. Abilities include:

Shadow walking: Afton is able to traverse through shadows and dark areas in a 100 yard radius.

Umbral dome: Afton can create a dome of dark energy that completely sucks out any natural or artificial light - it’s a double edged sword, as his own allies cannot see, as well. Only Afton is able to traverse the darkness.

Tangible wisps: Afton can create tangible wisps of shadows that can be used for blunt or bladed objects.

Enhanced vision at night: While it isn’t complete night vision, Afton does have a bit of a natural edge when traversing in the dark. Think of it as the brightness was dialed up one or two times - not total night vision.

inherent abilities:

Incredible swordsman - he is savage, ruthless, and efficient with any bladed weapon.

trained in several forms of martial arts, mixed or otherwise, including styles such as judo, daito ryu jiu jitsu, taekwando, and krav maga.

enhanced biological functions: the serum injected in afton severely altered his natural genetic makeup. his body functions are not superhuman, but much stronger than your average person, such as but not limited to:

muscle strength and density: afton’s muscles begin to repair quicker than a normal person, and the process to repair and fuse muscle fibers together are significantly thicker and stronger. he’s certainly no hercules but his strength isn’t anything to pass off as standard.

healing wounds: while afton still bleeds and heals like anyone else, his body reacts quicker and more intensely to identifying, and closing wounds. hemostasis to close the wound begins quicker, the blood cells travel quicker to create collagen and the other tissues needed to form scar tissue, and the strengthening of the tissue also happens quicker. while he doesn’t heal instantly (still far from it) a minor cut that would normally take a day or two to heal only takes hours; a broken bone that would take 3 months to heal might only take one and a half, a laceration would only take a week or two instead of several. again, he is not invincible, not even close, but his body’s cellular makeup works fast.

alcoholic consumption; the enzymes in afton’s liver begin breaking down the acetaldehyde into acetic acid much quicker, requiring afton’s body do, if desired, consume more alcohol in order to feel it’s effects.

items / weapons:

Taurus Raging Bull - An absolute hand cannon, Afton carries around an 8-cylinder Taurus raging Bull that uses .454 casul rounds. Thankfully, the only reason he carries it around is because his confidence in his accuracy actually matches his real accuracy.

Ninjato - A 24 inch short straight sword, crafted by an old family friend known for their masterful work in bladed weaponry. Afton takes care of this blade as if it were his child.

Amaya - a show of his caring side, Afton took in a chocolate lab puppy he found diving through garbage. She’s about 4 years old, but is hardly pushing ~55lbs/25 due to being the runt. Suffice to say, she’s forever puppy size.

starting ability: shadow manipulation

starting item: taurus raging bull

extra:

Paternal instincts rolled a D20 if you’re a minor he WILL politely ask if you need a homecooked meal and a supervised walk home. His nickname is Aftdad for a reason.

Goodness gracious his voice is more gravelly than sandpaper being dragged down an asphalt driveway.

body is littered with scars, most prominent being the wound over his heart, the burn mark near his neck tattoo, and a scar down the other side of his neck.

Lots of tattoos. heavily tattooed right arm, sleeved in east-asian street art from his hometown. gaelic symbol of strength on left side of his neck, under his ear.

has a pendant necklace held by a dark leather cord - half moon sigils are carved into it, an obsidian stone embedded in the middle. it was given as a 30th birthday gift from his friend, magdalena-orion hayes - he rarely ever takes it off. It’s only value is sentimental.

He is my one(1) cishet muse and even then I’m unsure about the het.

6’2 but his posture is as straight(?) as he is. Creates almost an intimidating aura with it.

discord id: .kagejin.

passcode: i love the way the bg is written

#xc application #mun: mocha #cata cosmia

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arrowflier · 3 years

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hi arrow! can i get a fic of ian being jealous on a date (maybe someone flirts with mickey??) and mickey just loves it bc it makes ian all passive aggressive and bossy and saying 'my husband' 283949 times ❤️

Of course you can! Or at least I tried lol, it got a little random.💖

That Green-Eyed Monster (is my husband)

They never had really gotten in the habit of going on dates, before. Not real dates at least, in public places where you could eat with utensils or sit side-by-side and pretend to watch the entertainment while you were really just watching each other. They had tried, but something always got in the way--the military, jail sentences, arrest warrants, pandemics, family emergencies--they just had shit luck, alright?

So when things got a little less crazy on the aforementioned fronts, they started trying a little bit harder. They had a designated date night, now. Sometimes they planned together, sometimes they took turns surprising each other with heartfelt (or sometimes comical) plans.

This time, it had been Mickey's turn.

“Where are we going?” Ian asked yet again from where he was blindfolded in the passenger seat of Tami’s car. They’d usually take the ambulance, but Mickey didn’t want to stick out too much today—not in a place where an ambulance could potentially be needed.

“I still ain’t gonna tell you,” Mickey answered, but relented enough to add, “we’re almost there though, you’ll see soon.”

Sure enough, the entrance to the parking lot came up on the right, and Mickey swung in in that ridiculous little car.

As soon as Ian felt the car stop, he was reaching for his blindfold—not one of their good ones, just an old headband they had found on Debbie’s floor—but Mickey grabbed his hand before he could slip it off.

“Hey hey hey,” Mickey chastised. “What’s the rush there, flash?”

“What, I can’t be a little eager for our date?” Ian pouted, knowing it would get Mickey to give in. No matter how many times he tried to pretend that he wasn’t soft, Mickey always gave in to the pout.

He was right. Gentle hands pushed the headband off of Ian’s eyes, which were immediately filled with the sight of Mickey’s own as the other man ran fingers through Ian’s hair in an attempt to smooth it down.

“Alright, come on then,” Mickey ordered, leaving one firm kiss at the corner of Ian’s lips before pulling back and getting out of the car. “If you’re so eager, you get to pay.”

Ian chuckled as he let himself out and met Mickey around the front of the car. “Why would I pay?” he asked jokingly. “It’s your week to woo me, asshole, you get to foot the bill.”

“Foot the bill with your money, sure,” Mickey retorted, and Ian rolled his eyes as he automatically fell into step beside him.

“Our money,” he reminded his husband, getting an arm around his waist. He was always surprised when Mickey let him do that—he said it felt awkward to walk with the jolly red giant suckered onto his side—but this time Mickey actually leaned into him.

He didn’t even notice where they were, outside a little building in the middle of nowhere. He let go of Mickey to walk through the door ahead of him, fully intending to continue their playful banter, when he stopped still.

There were a lot of guns in this place.

Paintball guns, that was.

“Mickey,” Ian said slowly as his husband came up behind him, “did you bring me here to shoot me?”

Mickey just smirked as he swanned past toward the check-in desk.

“Maybe, hotshot,” he answered. “You gonna complain?”

Ian shook his head with a shit-eating grin.

“Hell no,” he declared. “You better be ready for me.”

Mickey signed his name on a waiver with a flourish and took the gun handed to him by a worker, tossing it to Ian.

“Am I ever not?”

—

Ian was having a blast, pun intended, as he shot the shit out of everybody else on the range. Mickey wasn’t faring too badly either; despite being on the opposite team, neither one of them had managed to shoot each other yet.

It didn’t hurt that Mickey looked damn good, either. He was completely in his element out here, taking guys out left and right with perfect marksmanship and even more perfect form, his shoulders barely moving with the recoil as he shot. Half the time, Ian missed his chance because he was too busy watching him to fire—the other half, he didn’t even want to if it meant taking Mickey out of the game and losing his eye-candy.

Finally, a break was called, and everyone filed off the course while it was reset for the next round.

Ian grabbed a bottle of water from a long table near the building, guzzling half of it in one go before looking around for his husband.

He found him quickly enough, recognizing his back immediately even in unfamiliar gear with his hair all mussed from the protective helmet they had to wear.

But he did not recognize the man standing next to Mickey, raking his eyes over Mickey’s stocky build.

The stranger was saying something, Mickey tossing his head back in laughter, and then a hand was on Mickey’s arm and Ian suddenly found himself at Mickey’s back.

“Everything good here, fellas?” Ian asked casually, standing a couple feet away.

“Fine, Gallagher,” Mickey said with a smile. “Johnny here was just tellin’ me he could give me some pointers before the next round.”

Ian raised his eyebrows, glancing from Mickey’s face to the stranger’s and back.

“Pointers?” he asked, voice going a touch high at the end. Who the fuck did this guy think he was, offering shooting pointers to Mickey fucking Milkovich? He had gotten there just in time, it seemed, because there was no way in hell Mickey would let that insult slide.

“Yeah,” Mickey said. “Says I need to work on my form a little, widen my stance, you know. Thought I’d give it a shot.”

Wait. What?

“I was just telling him,” the stranger—Johnny, though how they were on a first name basis already Ian had no idea—chimed in, “that I have a lot of experience with real firearms.”

“And I was sayin’ how much I admire a military man,” Mickey interjected with a smirk, “so I might as well let him show me some moves.”

“Mickey,” Ian hissed lowly, “what are you doing?”

Mickey didn’t answer.

“You ever shot a real gun, Mick?” Johnny asked abruptly, catching on that he was missing something but determined not to lose Mickey’s attention.

“It’s like nothing else, dude, I swear. The feel of that smooth metal in your hands,” he continued as he moved closer, lifting a hand to Mickey’s arm again. “The way it moves with you, goes off when you,” he leaned in even closer, and added in a low voice, “pull the trigger.”

Alarm bells were ringing in Ian’s head at this point.

“Nah,” Mickey was answering, “my guy won’t let me play with the real stuff.”

“Sounds like you need a new guy, then,” Johnny murmured, and Ian had had enough.

“He’s taken,” he cut in gruffly, moving to stand by Mickey’s side. He couldn’t hold Mickey with the gear in the way, but he got a hand on his back, at least, curling fingers into the top of his waistband.

Johnny looked at him askance, and shrugged.

“I don’t see a ring,” he pointed out, and Ian grit his teeth. They had taken them off before starting, for safety, and he never regretting following the rules more a day in his life.

“Besides, who are you to speak for him?” Johnny asked.

“Oh, this is Ian,” Mickey introduced quickly. He was smiling, the asshole, like some guy wasn’t trying to steal him from right under Ian’s own nose. “He’s my—”

“His husband,” Ian stated firmly, and watched Johnny’s eyes go wide. “His ex-army, ex-con husband.”

“Hey man, I’m sorry,” Johnny apologized, hands up. “I didn’t know.”

Ian nodded, ready to let it go despite his urge to send the man packing, when Johnny insisted on talking again.

“You can’t blame me though, right?” he said with a little, nervous laugh. “I mean, he looks so damn—”

He didn’t finish his sentence, too busy keeling over with his hands on his groin after Ian shot a paintball right at his balls at point-blank range.

—

Two minutes later, Ian and Mickey were racing to the car as employees chased behind them, yelling. Apparently it was frowned upon to shoot someone on your own team, outside the course itself, during a break. It didn’t help that Mickey had done the same right after, just for fun.

“Hurry up, you jealous fuck,” Mickey shouted at Ian as he fumbled with the door handle. “We gotta get outa here before they realize I gave them fake names!”

Ian fell into the car, giddy with adrenaline and laughter.

“The fuck did you do that for?” he giggled as Mickey threw the car into reverse and peeled out of the lot.

“Cause I knew you would do something stupid!” Mickey said, shoving at Ian’s shoulder with one hand when Ian just laughed harder.

Ian gather himself as they drove, and felt his heart-rate start to normalize after a few minutes on the road. He held Mickey’s hand over the gearshift, finger rubbing over the spot where his ring should be—where it would be again as soon as they had a minute to breathe. Then, just as he was almost calm—

“Shit, Ian,” Mickey gasped. “We didn’t return the fucking guns.”

That set them off again, and they had to pull over halfway home until they could stop laughing and hide the paintball guns under the back seat.

Franny and Fred would love them come Christmas.

#daily speedwrite #fanfic #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #omc #jealous Ian #little shit Mickey #date night

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luimagines · 3 years

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He reacts to seeing you Sick/Wounded Part 3

Final part of the prompt below!

Masterlist

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Four

Four starts looking through Wind’s borrowed telescope at the monster below them and tries to search for weak points and guard trails. There’s a good number of them, at least two per person here but they’re closer to the town than anyone anywhere is comfortable with so they have to go.

“AHHHCHOOO!!”

Multiple monsters look in your direction.

“Will you keep it down?” Legend snapped. “Sneeze a little louder next time, I don’t the monsters in the back heard you.”

“I’m not trying to be loud.” You sniffle and furiously wipe your face. “There’s got be something in the air here. I’m not allergic period. This just isn’t like me.”

Four nods in agreement and takes his eyes away from the telescope. He hands it back to Wind, who eagerly takes his spot and makes his way toward you.

In all honesty, you look miserable. And have since that morning.

You’re constantly sneezing, your nose and eyes are red and blotchy and it goes out to cheeks. You’ve been blowing your nose on random leaves since you’ve run out of tissues earlier that day and it continuously seems to be plugged despite it all. You also seem to be shivering ever so slightly but you never made any mention of being cold.

Four frowns to himself and pokes your neck, only to startled into placing his whole hand there. You’re covered in a cold sweat but warm despite the temperature outside.

“What the heck Four?” You knock his hand away and take a step back.

“I think you’re sick.” He blurts with as much grace a bull in a china shop.

“I’m no-” You cut yourself off with a cough this time. It’s so strong that you bend over and fall to your butt on the ground with barely any time in between to catch your breath.

“Benched.” Time turns on his heel and points you back the way you came. “Go back to the town. You’re not fit to fight.”

You whimper after the cough attack and nod, getting to your feet. Four doesn’t like the idea of you going back alone but he knows his friends need the numbers to take the monsters down fast enough, so he doesn’t offer for a moment. He tries to come to a decision before they make any more moves without him but Time speaks again.

“Four. Go with them. Make sure they actually make it to the town.” Time commands and turns to the rest of the group. “We’re going to need fire power.”

Four catches Warrior and Wild grin manically. “Leave it to us!”

“You had to say something.” Four snickers at Twilight misfortune and jogs slightly to catch up with you.

You’re still trying to wipe at your face with your sleeve and it leaves a trail of snot and tears on the fabric.

It’s a bit disgusting....Ok, it’s super gross and it makes Four want to gag somewhat but he’ll let you have it.

Being sick is gross. He’s just got to make sure your clothes are washed when it passes.

“Four?” You call.

He perks up and speeds up to fall in line with your steps. “I’m here.”

You look at him for a moment and sniffle again. “ ’m sorry you got sent back with me. You looked excited to take some monsters down.”

“I’m...” Four looked to the side and tried to find the right words to talk to you. “I mean, I’ll live with it. I’m not that disappointed to be honest. I was thinking of joining you anyway. It didn’t feel right for you head out on your own.”

“But you want to support the others.” You argue. “I could see it. You had to think about it.”

“Ok well-”

“There’s a lot of them out there, isn’t there?” You press and frown to yourself. “A lot of monsters that are going to take all their hands and then some to be taken down and I get sent back and you have to come with me-”

“Ok, hold up.” Four grabs your bicep and shakes it a little. “Slow that down. It’s not like you asked to get sick. I know just as much you do that we’d both rather be up there with them. That’s a given. But you need to take care of yourself as well and I don’t mind being with you anyway.”

You push your mouth to the side and don’t look at him. “I better not get you sick.”

Four snorts ever so slightly and moves his hand from you arm to your hand, lacing your fingers together and swinging them ever so slightly. He knows you don’t want him to see the smile on your face when he does so but it’s your reaction every time.

“While I doubt it’ll happen, you’ll take care of me if I do get sick, right?”

“Always.”

Warrior

They were in a new area this time. Warrior can’t recognize the landscape or the town’s names as they pass so he’s content to let someone else take the lead for a change.

The town’s people had mentioned a sealed temple of sorts that hadn’t been used in ages. Bad things had been happening in the area so they were advised to steer clear.

Naturally they had to go check it out.

Don’t leave no stone unturned and all that jazz.

If anything, it sounds more like a dungeon at this point so he’s a bit excited to get some practice in.

Warrior walks near the front of the group and lets outa whistle when the reach their goal.

It a large dark blue building with three spiraling towers in a triangle-fecta with multiple columns around the front of it, acting as a sort of imposing gate. The columns themselves are full of grotesque monstrous faces, which are realistic enough to cause some discomfort amongst the ranks.

“Oh, we’re going to be here for hours.” Legend groans and tilts his head to the sky. “Maybe even days! Why are here again?”

“To eradicate evil before it grows beyond it’s borders.” Time take a breath and walks forward. “The people are afraid and it’s our job to put an end to it.”

Warrior can agree with that, it’s what the hero does after all. Fine print and all that.

But you make a small whimper from behind him and turns around to see you. You don’t pleased one bit with your arms crossed and your head down. “I don’t like this place.”

Right. Not a Link. This technically isn’t in your job description, unlike them.

“You could wait out here?” Wild offers. Warrior remembers that they’re alike in a away with the lack of experience with dungeons and wonders if maybe either one of them can stay back as well. Surely, they don’t all have to go in, do they?

Sky grins good naturally and punches you gently on your shoulder. “You good?”

“This whole place feels wrong.” You reply. “Do we have to go through there?”

“It’s because it feels wrong that we have to go in.” Hyrule shrugs. “We have to make it better.”

“If we find loot inside, it’s just a bonus.” Wind bounces up to you with grin.

“What’s the problem? Are you scared?” Legend taunts. “Do you need someone to hold your hand?”

“Are you offering?” You snap back.

“He may not be, but I am.” Warrior holds his hand out and smiles at you with as much charm as he can conjure up. He has no idea what possesses him to comment and he hopes that you don’t take offence to it. He wasn’t trying to mock you.

To his surprise, you look at his hand for a little moment longer than he think it’s worth and gently reach out to lace your fingers together.

Your hand is warm and you don’t look at him when he feels you give it a small squeeze. “Ok, let’s go.”

This is not a big deal. He’s not going to make it a big deal.

He just wanted to be a good friend is all. Yeah, that’s all it was.

As the group you all head into the cursed building and are immediately faced with choices.

Five hallways. No end in sight in any of them and no other options.

“Guess we split the party.” Twilight shrugged. “I’ll go with Wind.”

This was first pair off and others started to claim a partner for the journey ahead.

“I guess I already have my partner.” Warrior smiles and begins to walk away. “Should we take the far left?”

“Don’t you know, you never split the party.” You sing under your breath and tug on Warrior’s hand to the beat. “Clerics in the back, keep those fighter hale and hearty. The wizard in the middle where he can shed some light and you never let the damn thief out of sight.”

You’re not paying attention to him.

He chalks it up to your previous nervous energy and takes the lead instead.

The hallway you both travel through is dark and beginning to shrink. the two of you are now shoulder to shoulder and with more time, have to walk in a single file line.

You don’t let go of his hand.

Occasionally there is the lone torch to keep the path ahead illuminated but Warrior thinks that they’re more for decoration and peace of mind than any actual use. You know, considering the vast space of nothing in front of you.

The hallway comes to an abrupt stop and Warrior can feel you crash into his back. Before him a large room with torches on every other wall, eight walls in total, counting the one with the entryway. There’s nothing inside but a single glowing blue ball of light.

It reminds him faintly of Proxy and he steps inside the room to get a better look.

“Will o’ the wisp.” You mutter from behind and stop from entering the room any farther, stopping Warrior as well in the process.

“What?” He turns to you and can see how tense you are.

“Back home,” You begin. “They are known to be by swamps, bogs and the like. They’re supposed to mislead travelers and are used as a symbol of a goal that’s impossible to reach and are typically sinister in nature. What ever you do, don’t follow it.”

Warrior takes the warning to heart, takes a step and returns to your side.

Nothing like Proxy at all.

“What do we do then?” He asks, not taking his eyes off of it.

“I don’t know...” You gulp. “I didn’t even think they’d be here. They’re not known to be fighters... just mess with your head and lead you to your doom.”

On cue, the light shifts and begins to circle the room. Warrior makes a grab for his sword and you copy his movements. The two of you stand back to back and watch it closely.

It flies straight into a wall after a dizzying moment and a door appears where there wasn’t one before.

“That’s it?” Warrior stands down but his grip is tight, on both your hand and his weapon. “Guess that’s the way out.”

“No. What did I just say? Don’t follow it.”

“But it’s gone.”

“It went that way. Don’t go in the same direction.” You stress.

Warrior lets go of your hand and turns to stare at you head on, taking a step back and entering the rest of the room. He goes to open his mouth to reply- but his foot goes lower than he anticipates.

He’s activated something.

You jump as the entryway where you once were, shuts and the torches go out instantly, plunging the whole room into darkness.

“Link?” You call out and Warrior has no idea where you are all of a sudden.

He regrets letting go of your hand.

“Still here.” He chuckles nervous and finishes the sentence with an audible gulp.

The Will o’ wisp returns from a different direction and he hears you scream.

Warrior is quick to reach for Legend’s fire rod and he fires it into the air.

The ball of light leaves but the he’s taken gives just enough light to see what’s happened. You’ve ended up on the floor and somehow took a hit to your head that’s pouring blood all over your face, with a massive skeleton over you, poised to take another hit.

The fire from the rod dies out and the room goes black again.

But at least Warrior knows where you are.

And now he’s pissed.

He fires the rod again right at the monster and feels a vindictive sort of satisfaction when the creature catches aflame. He’s quick to launch the monster away from you and help you up. He passes you the rod, taking a full hold on his sword and stands in front of you.

“Light up the room and monsters, yeah? I’ll finish them off.” He says and drops into a defensive stance.

“Bad things happen with Wips.” You mutter and prepare to fire rod again and instead spin across the floor. Some of the torches relight but it’s clear they won’t last long.

More monsters start to appear from the doors the wisp activates now that the initial key has been set off.

“I’ll listen to you next time!” Warrior finishes the first beast and begin on the next.

“I think I’ll leave the dungeon stuff to the Links. Leave you, your puzzles and your monsters to each other.” You start talking to yourself. “This is no way to make a living.”

“Tell me about it. I didn’t even have these in my Hyrule.”

Hyrule

Hyrule has no clue what he’s was doing.

He could admit that.

He was used to having magic at his disposal and fixing the problem with it. But this? This was a little beyond his pay grade.

He wasn’t even being paid.

“ ‘Rule!” You cry from the bed. You hand is outstretched in an attempt to reach him but he’s too far away from your grasp.

He walks over to your side and grabs your hand. “I’m here. What do you need?”

“Can I have a glass of water?” You grip his hand and he’s hit with a wave of concern when he sees it’s not really that strong.

“Yeah, sure.” He says, getting up. “Give me a minute.”

You smile at him and close your eyes again. He hates how miserable you look. Flushed cheeks and forehead, raging fever, cold sweat running off you in a vain attempt to cool yourself down, you’re shaking and he catches you mumble every now and then but he can’t catch what you say.

Hyrule’s silver lining is that you’ve been mostly asleep through the day, making his job a little easier as nurse and doctor. The most he can complain about is that it’s a little boring.

He still doesn’t know what’s he’s doing.

He had thought that it was something he could handle but but was only within the first hour that he realized he was powerless to help you with anything.

He feels a little useless.

The others had gone out to survey the town they’re cooped up in and get details and equipment.

Hyrule knows himself well enough and has learned enough from the others that he’s pretty much... well, useless in a market. Money isn’t really a concept where he’s from or at least not with the bells and whistles and unwritten rules that everyone else seems to know at the drop of a hat.

On top of that, with Hyrule’s bleeding heart, he had offered to be the one to stay behind and look after you while they were gone most of the day. He figured that if he was the groups healer then he could help you with this too.

Wrong.

Again, he’s thankful you’ve mostly been sleeping.

When he’s retrieved your request and made it back to the room, he stops dead in his tracks at the door.

There’s... something over you. A shadow like blob with no discernable shape, figure or features. The revelation shocks Hyrule into stillness at the idea of you being in danger.

It’s not outwardly hurting you. Just watching.

Or so he thinks anyway.

You still look peacefully unaware of the conscious world and look to be in a deep sleep once more. Meaning, you have idea that this.. thing is here.

Hyrule doesn’t move but he looks around is immediate vicinity. His sword is barely within arms reach and he knows that the step he’s about to take is directly on a squeaky board. It would alert his presence and he doesn’t have anyway of currently fighting that thing.

He crouches down and places your cup by the door frame. He then places is hand just beyond the squeaky board and crawls those few inches to reach his sword.

As soon as it’s within his grasp, he calls on his magic and throws his astral sword in the thing’s direction.

It makes contact, but does no damage.

The shadow mass merely “stands” straighter and stills all movement.

This thing may not have a face but Hyrule is sure that it’s checking him out, assessing him, gauging what kind of threat he might be if he were to attack again.

Hyrule readies himself into a defensive stance and glares right back.

There are no words spoken.

Just as he’s about to charge, it dips down and disappears through the floor boards. The air in room ceases to be charged with unfathomable energy and he knows that it’s gone.

Hyrule is confused and on edge. He’s never seen something like before and he doubts that it’ll help your condition if he asks you or if you would know anything about it.

He straps his sword on his back, just in case, and picks up your cup.

“Link?” You call again, trying to push yourself up into a sitting position. You’re still very weak and very tired and you give up half way.

“I have your water.” He says instead, trying his best to smile for you. He holds it out to you and hopes that you don’t notice that his hands are shaking.

You grin in response and take it, seemingly none the wiser.

You sigh in relief as you sip. “You’re a good friend. Thanks for staying with me. I’m sure it’s been pretty boring when all the others are been productive.”

“I don’t mind one bit. I’ll be here for as long as you need me.” He sits on the bed.

Hyrule continuously has no idea what he’s doing.

But he certainly isn’t going to be bored from here on out.

He has to protect you now, from whatever that was, so he will.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #linkeduniverse #I started working on this as soon as the previous part was posted #Warrior's got longer than I thought it would #and I'm not too pleased with how Four's came out #but I have no idea how I was going to make it work

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lesbian-deadpool · 3 years

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Take A Slice

Part Six: WARNING! BULLSHIT INSIDE!

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1,761

Warnings: Blackmail, a bit of angst??, some self hate, talks of drugs, aftermath of violence, talks of cheating.

Summary: It just keeps getting worse and worse.

A/N: Bold and italics = Text Messages.

Ko-Fi

(Not My GIF)

***

You were out of it. Completely and entirely, out of it.

The soft feeling of the red-heads plump, strawberry and sugar flavoured lips, pressing against the side of your neck. Her hand, trailing up your sides, pushing and pulling at your shirt. With Natasha humming against you gently, it vibrating into your throat, as she ground against your hips underneath her.

And yet.

Even with all that she was gifting you with, you still weren't able to focus on any of it.

"What's up with you?" Natasha asked, her red lipstick smudged, and probably all over your neck, too.

"Hmm?"

"You're out of it. What's running through that head of yours?"

"Oh." Shit. "It's nothing. Just a little distracted, is all."

"I see that." She took your jaw between her hands, soothingly rubbing her thumbs into your skin. As she gazed down at you with soft eyes. "Anything I can help with?"

God, she was too good to you. Too good for you.

And you had to bring this bullshit into her life. Sometimes you wished that you had never stepped foot in her class, that way this, could have all been avoided. And all because of those fucking texts you got, two weeks ago.

You had to tell her.

You had too.

"Nope." You shook your head.

You suck.

"You sure?" Natasha asked, a humoured smile overtaking her face, "You still having trouble spelling, 'Nietzsche'?"

"His name sucks, okay?!" you exclaimed, making laughter bellow out of Natasha.

You watched her with soft eyes, you adored her laugh. Adored her everything, really. Her hair, falling over her shoulders, the sun shining through the windows, causing the red strands to glow. Summer had just sprung, almost as if it came to chase the girl in your arms.

You were playing a dangerous game.

But, you knew that from the start.

Now, though? Now? It was more dangerous than before.

Because now you were falling for her.

And that was not going to lead to anything good.

Not with all that is happening.

"His name is hard to spell," Natasha agreed breathlessly, with a small nod.

Dread filled you when your phone suddenly buzzed beside you.

Remember what I said.

Natasha noticed the anxiety flood into you, she was worried about you, never seeing you like this. Staring at your phone with fear-filled eyes.

Lucky for you though, she was unable to read any of the messages that had been sent to you.

Nor the next one's that came through.

You know when and where.

Do. Not. Be. Late.

You inhaled sharply, eyes finally finding Natasha's worried ones when you spoke.

"I'm sorry. I have to go."

"What? Why?" she asked, having to move off of you before you ended up pushing her off of you.

"Y/N? Are you sure everything's alright?"

"Yeah, fine. Just-" Quick think of a lie! "-Wade reminded me about a test we both have tomorrow. And I haven't studied for it at all."

Natasha got up with a chuckle, moving to place her hands upon your chest.

"You have always been on top of your studies, haven't you?"

You shrugged, too busy pulling on your socks and shoes, whilst trying to locate your jacket. You were going to need it tonight when it was chilly.

"Hey," Natasha soothed, "Don't worry so much. Why don't you stay here? I'll help you study. I'll even reward you every time you get a question right."

You groaned internally.

Why did she have to go and say shit like that?

"I'm sorry, babe. I'd love that. I really would," you pressed as if to make her understand how much you were telling the truth, as you pulled her in by her hip, "But I promised Wade, we would study together. He's worse at this class than I am."

She laughed breathlessly.

"You two really are the dynamic duo, aren't you?"

It was quiet for a moment, as you moved away from her. Ready to head out of her apartment, when she continued.

"You could always bring him, too."

"What?!" You span around to face her.

"Obviously the "rewards" would be off the table, then. But I would love to meet your friends. At least your best friend. I want to be in your life like people in more normal relationship's do. As long as they keep the secret."

Why was she so fucking perfect.

"But Nat, you've already met Wade, remember?"

She licked her lips with a smile. Memories of that morning, and what lead up to it, flashing through her mind.

"Of course, I remember. I meant I would like to get to know him."

"God. You are perfect." You walked up to her, pulling her into a passionate, love-filled kiss. "I'll set something up later. He'll probably want to play some video games with you."

"Fine by me. I'll kick his ass."

"I'm sure you will, honey." With a peck on her forehead, you turned, grabbing your jacket, calling over your shoulder as you left, "I'll see you soon."

"Good luck."

She didn't know how much you needed it.

***

Rumlow.

That fucker.

He was the one doing all of this to you. Blackmailing you. Forcing you to pick up and drop off drugs, like a fucking mule.

And there wasn't even a reason you could think of as to why he was doing it. Other than "he could".

The only reason you found out was, thanks to the guy you were dropping the drugs off too, was really chatty. And wouldn't keep his mouth shut about anything. That, sadly, included every intimate detail about his sex life.

But at least now, you could put a face to the messages.

And somebody to confront.

"Why?"

""Why" what?" you ask back. Hissing as the alcohol-soaked cotton wool ball pressed against the cut on your lip.

The itch for a smoke rattled throughout your body, hands almost shaking in your state. But you had told Natasha that you would try and cut down smoking for her, and God damn if you were, unbeknown to her, bringing this shit into her life, you could at least do this for her.

"Why did you get into a fight with Rumlow?" Wade clarified.

You took the few moments he gave you as he reached into the first aid kit to think over your answer. You debated on whether or not you should tell him the truth. After all, you hadn't even told Natasha as of yet.

But you just couldn't keep it to yourself anymore.

"He's blackmailing me."

Wade dropped the haemorrhoid cream for your black eye onto the floor, his shocked face snapping to face yours, that was still void of emotion.

"What? What do you mean that bastard's blackmailing you? What with?!"

"I'm a fucking idiot," you hissed at yourself, tears springing into your eyes. Elbows resting on your knees, as your head came to lay in the palms of your hands, "It was my idea."

"What was?" He placed a hand upon your shoulder, stood before where you sat on the kitchen worktop.

"I filmed up having sex. Nat agreed to it. But fuck, if I hadn't of brought it up..."

"Hey! Don't do that," he told you firmly, "It's not your fault that someone is using your private life against you."

You didn't reply to him. Your jaw only ticking, as you shook your head. Still kicking yourself for it.

"Does she know?"

"No," your voice was raw as you thought about your girlfriend. Your perfect girlfriend. Who didn't deserve any of this.

"You need to tell her."

"I know... I just- I just wanted to sort it out, before I ever had too. But now, that's not gonna happen."

"Because you kicked his ass? You did kick his ass, right?"

You smiled, wincing at the pain your split lip caused you.

"Hell yeah, I did." Flinching slightly, as Wade began rubbing the cream onto your bruised eye. "But no. It's not because I kicked his ass. Although that might be part of it now... he was never gonna let it end. He just wanted me to be his lapdog for a while, then run me outta Dodge."

"Lapdog how?"

You shuck your head. "I was basically his drug mule."

"Y/N-"

"It was only hookie weed, but still. I'm sure he's into funkier stuff. He was talking about cocaine with someone on the phone when I confronted him."

"And yet, you didn't share with me," he joked. It was the only thing he really could do before he sighed sadly, "He wanted you out of town?"

You nod.

"Why?"

"No idea. He just yelled at me after our fight, that he wants me outa here. That's all her was blackmailing me for. But, my best guess is that he thought he could "get some use" out of me, before then.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I have no idea. I can't let Natasha lose her job over this shit, man. She loves teaching. Said that it was all she's ever wanted to do."

"Talk to her."

"Yeah, I will soon. I just- Is it so bad that I wanna live in denial, and just be happy with her, for a little while longer?"

"No." Wade shook his head. "You're just in love."

You hummed in agreement. You seriously couldn't believe how fast you fell for that woman.

"Since when did you become so wise?"

"I've always been wise, fuck you for not seeing it."

You were incredibly lucky to have a friend like Wade Wilson. You just hoped you didn't have to leave the people you cared about behind.

Only time would tell.

But first.

First, you had to talk to Natasha.

A small smile was pulled upon your face, while you watched your best friend and roommate walk away with the first aid kit, to return it to its place in the bathroom.

Then something you came to dread happened.

Your phone vibrated.

Pack your bags and move out of the fucking state. Or I post your precious video onto the school's website.

Homepage, baby!

Bet she'd look real good up there.

Maybe there will be a porn future for her after she gets fired.

This will teach you for fucking my girlfriend.

Well, shit.

***

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prismatica-the-strange · 3 years

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Have I Ever Told You I Love You? | Urushihara Hanzo x Streamer!Reader (Part 1)

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and idk if you can call this angst

Word: 1270

During his short stint in the small apartment with two other guys, Lucifer managed to find his own little world in his laptop. While it wasn't capable of running the games he wanted he was able to enjoy them vicariously through various streamers.

His favorite streamer was a pink-haired girl from California. He came across her stream late day when he was scrolling through Stitch (Twitch). He knew a little English from the research he'd done for Maou and Ashiya, it was rough, but through some Foogle Translate, he managed.

The first time he made her laugh through a badly translated off-handed comment, he knew he was done for. He would do literally do anything to hear her laugh like that again.

She wasn't a super popular streamer but had a loyal following that made a tight-knit community. It wasn't hard for him to start a conversation with her, and so a friendship began.

A handful of months later, the short interactions turned into late night text sessions, and he went to as many streams of her's as he could.

"What in the world are you watching?" Ashiya asked him one day.

"None of your business!" He growled.

"I think it's that girl he likes," Maou said through a mouthful of noodles.

"What are you talking about?!" He yelled, "Why would I like some human? She's just good at gaming!"

Oh, but he liked her. He liked her a lot.

One night he got a notification that she was live, which was odd cause it was almost 3 am where she lived.

The title of the stream was "I'm drunk and wanna play games!" He chuckled to himself and opened her stream.

She was sat at her normal streaming setup, but her face was flushed and hair messy.

She had 'Golf With Your Friends' up, one of the few games his crappy laptop could play. He then got a text from her that said 'Join us' with the room password and a little purple heart.

He quickly pulled the stream up on his phone and loaded the game, wasting no time getting into the room.

With his phone propped up next to him, he saw her face break into a big grin.

"Angel boy!" She smiled, his username was FallenAngelxxx, but she thought it was cute when he got flustered when she called him 'Angel Boy'. "I'll send you the link to the Biscord server voice call."

He never even thought to make a Biscord account, so he quickly set it up, claiming the name Angel_Boyxxx.

"Angel boy, you there?" She asked when he joined the call. They hadn't voice called before and she was almost anxious to finally hear his voice.

"Yeah, I'm here." He said thankful Maou and Ashiya were out for the night. After he started watching her, he used what little magic power he had left to help him learn the monstrosity that is English.

"Hey," She breathed before someone else in the call made a vomiting noise. "Shut it, Pat!"

"You guys ready to start?" Wade laughed.

As the night went on, she kept a constant state of drunk causing giggles and stupid comments.

"Hey, Angel," She said an hour or so into their play session, as the others were AFK for a few minutes, "Have I ever told you I love you?"

He froze mid-practice shot, causing him to miss what he was aiming at completely.

"I love you so much," She giggled.

"What's with him?" A voice said behind him as a door shut. "Urushihara? Why's your face so red?"

She gasped excitedly, "Who's that, Angel?"

"He's not sick is he?" Another voice said, "Jeeze we can't afford a hospital visit right now."

"I-I-" He covered his mouth with his hand, his face bright red. "Why now?"

He moved awkwardly and his headphones came unplugged.

"Angel? You okay?" Her voice sounded almost concerned through the haze of alcohol. "Angel?"

"Who's that?" Maou asked, looking at the screen quizzically.

"Are you playing those damned video games aga-" Ashiya started.

"It's no one!" Lucifer rushed, slamming the laptop shut, cutting off another 'Angel'.

He grabbed his handheld game and sat in the corner, trying to hide his blush behind his hair.

The other two men shrugged and started talking about the next day's plans.

About five minutes later, Lucifer's phone began to ring. He managed to snatch it before Ashiya grabbed it.

"Were you about to answer my phone?!" He nearly screeched, "Can a guy get any privacy around here?!"

"As your superior, I need to know you're not talking to any undesirables," Ashiya argued.

"You mean like you old farts?" He hissed, before stepping into the hallway, slamming the door behind him.

The phone had stopped ringing when he went to finally answered and he slouched against the wall, head hung low.

~~~~~~~

He was so embarrassed that it took him two weeks to go back to another stream or even answer any of her texts. He barely even went near his precious computer and Maou and Ashiya were even slightly concerned.

She was busy in-game and missed his meek little 'hi' in chat, he sighed and cradled his head on his arms on the desk, eyes staring at the screen.

When she paused to read chat, someone told her he was there, even going as far as to ping him.

Her eyes lit up as she asked, "You still here Angel Boy?"

He put a purple heart emoji in the chat and she smiled.

"Where you been? I- we've missed you," She said as she went back to the game.

FallenAngelxxx: Who missed me?

He couldn't help but tease her about her little slip-up.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at his chat, "Shut up."

~~~~~~

For the next three weeks, they texted every day, he was so distracted he even stopped ordering stuff. Until one day she never texted him her usual 'Good Morning Angel.' In fact, she never texted him at all that day and he was beyond worried. Sure she'd missed a couple of texts before, but nothing like this. He scrolled through their last conversation, wondering if he'd said something to make her mad.

Ashiya watched him get more and more worried, "That girl you like not talking to you?"

"No, she's not," Lucifer muttered from his place in the corner, just loud enough for Ashiya to hear. He was anxiously playing his handheld to take his mind off it.

"Well, you probably did something in your own brand of stupid to upset her-" His roommate was cut off by a discord call on his computer.

Lucifer scrambled to his computer, leaving his game unpaused on the floor.

He glanced at the time as he answered the call, it was past 2 am for her.

"His Majesty will be back soon, must you take a call instead of-"

"I'll get to it later!"

She chuckled as he tried to get his roommate off his back.

"Hey Angel," She smiled, and his heart stuttered in his chest.

"H-hey, where've you been all day? I... I was almost worried." He lied.

"I-heh... Just a super busy day, I guess."

"You sound tired," He commented, "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Don't wanna," She whined sleepily, "Help me stay up?"

"Okay, you wanna play a game or something?" He scrolled through his Solar library for something to play.

"Uh-uh, too tired," She yawned and he nearly 'aww'd, "Let's just talk for a while."

"Y-yeah, okay." The other line went real quiet, "You still with me?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, I'm here," Her small sleepy voice was doing things to his heart.

"So," She yawned, "How was your day?"

"Boring," He scoffed.

"Tell me all about it," She said, "I wanna know every detail."

"Every detail?"

"Yep. What did you do? What did you eat? What stupid thing did your roommate yell at you for? Did you play anything fun? I want to know all of it."

"Heh, I uh..." He had no idea what to say, he definitely wasn't telling her he spent the whole day freaking out, "You know, I just played some stupid game on my handheld and slept. Ashiya was out most of the day, so he really only got on my case a few minutes ago."

"That's it?" She almost sounded disappointed.

"Yeah, just another boring day." He shrugged. There was a knock on her side and he could hear her adjust.

"Ah, that'd be room service," She groaned as she got up, "Be back in a mo."

"What? Roomservice?! Where in the Hell are you?"

"What's up with you?" Maou asked right next to him, causing him to jump and let to a small yell.

"What the Hell, man?! I didn't even hear you come in!" He shouted, "You can't just scare people like that!"

"Who can't scare what now?" SHe asked through a mouthful of food.

"No not you- It's just- It's nothing Maou just scared me is all." He stammered.

"Oh. HI ANGEL'S ROOMMATE!" she yelled loud enough that Maou could hear it through the headphones, making Urushihara yank them off his head.

"Uh... Hi, Urushihara's girlfriend?" Maou answered unsurely.

"Wha- She! Sh-sh-She isn't my girlfriend!" Lucifer argued, putting his headphones back on to hear her bubbly laughter.

"I'm not?" She giggled, "Well maybe I should be since everyone already thinks it."

His face flushed bright red as he stared at the screen. "W-w... Really?"

"Yeah, the guys make fun of me for it all the time. They even said that I told you I loved you on stream once, ridiculous, right?"

"A-actually..." He trailed off. "You kind of... did. I was there."

It was quiet again.

"N-no one clipped it?" She said in disbelief. Someone had actually clipped it, and he had it on his phone. Every once and a while, he would play it and his heart would do somersaults.

"Well, no taking it back now," She chuckled. "Guess the cat's outa the bag."

His jaw dropped.

"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies," Ashiya teased and Lucifer threw a magazine at him. "That was uncalled for!"

Lucifer grabbed his laptop and stormed out to the hallway.

With the door closed, he set his computer on the washer.

"You love me?" He asked, trying not to sound completely desperate, unaware of Maou and Ashiya's ears pressed against the door.

"Of course I do Angel."

"Wow..." He felt like crying he was so happy. "Me too- I mean! No, I- shit... You don't even know what I look like."

"Well... What are you doing in two days?"

"What? Uh, my roommates are dragging me to some stupid work thing, why?"

"Can you get out of it?" She asked hopefully.

"Unlikely," He frowned, "Ashiya is dead set on getting me out of the house and won't let me out of his sight."

"Oh... Ok." Great, now she was sleepy and sad.

"What was your idea? Maybe we can reschedule?" He suggested.

"I'm only in Japan for the next three days, so I don't think it'll work."

"YOU'RE IN JAPAN?!" He yelled, "Like, right now?!"

"Good Hanzo, do you mind keeping it down?" Suzino asked from her doorway, "Some of us are trying to enjoy a quiet evening."

He waved her off and went back to questioning the girl.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"Didn't know till a couple days ago myself. I thought I'd surprise you." She told him shyly. "The guys had an extra spot on their panel at some convention and invited me."

"Scrw what Ashiya wants, where's the con?"

"It's at the-" There was a loud bang outside the building, the lights went out and he lost internet connection.

"No... No! NO!" he gripped the side of his computer and begged her to tell him.

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Broken Toy (Supernatural)

Characters: Dean x reader, Jo x Reader, Ellen x reader// SMUT 18+ ONLY

Summary: Y/N is a trauma riddled woman that does not have time for relationships. Sam and Dean rolled into town and couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

Y/N was relaxing at Ellen's bar while you were on your break. Ellen took you under her wing when she found out what happened to you family through a family friend. Ellen watched you grow up and to see you in pain, puts her in pain. Jo and Asher saw you as their big sister that they looked up to. They just wanted to help as much as they could.

Sam and Dean walk into the bar and you were the first thing that caught Dean's eye. He sat down next to you and said, "Hey there, beautiful." You took a sip of your lemonade before looking Dean in the eyes. Dean examines every inch of your face. "Believe me, you do not want to get involved with this," you say.

"Shouldn't that be up to me?" "Men like you view women as toys. I'm a broken toy, and no wants to play with a broken toy," you down the rest of her lemonade before leaving. "Ouch, did she just turn down the Dean Winchester?" Sam teases.

Dean watches as she walks in to the back room. Ellen walks out of the backroom and says something to Y/N. Y/N nods and Ellen puts one of her hands on Y/N's cheek. Dean watches the whole thing and doesn't say a word. "Hey boys, I didn't see you come in." Ellen greets as she hugs them.

"Hey, uh, what's her deal?" Dean says, motioning to you putting on her apron. "Boys, I know she's a looker, but she is off limits. She's lost so much so soon. And she's not ready for anything right now."

You walk passed them to take an order from someone who just sat down. The boys were helping with a case near the area and Ellen offered the boys a place to stay. In her house, there was a spare room with a couch that both of them could stay in. The both spent the night over Ellen's house.

Sam was sound asleep but Dean couldn't even shut his eyes longer than ten seconds. He got up and went downstairs for something to drink. You went downstairs for the same reason. You didn't hear or know her was there until you ran into him. You grabbed his shoulders and pushed him into the fridge before pressing your pocket knife to his throat.

"Y/N, it's me, Dean," he says, struggling to breathe against her grip. You pull away from him and tuck the knife back into your sock. "Sorry about that," you apologize. Dean couldn't help himself but to stare at your body through the oversized t-shirt and boxers. When you look at him, his eyes dart straight to your eyes.

"Couldn't sleep?" Dean asks. "I never can," you says as she reaches into the fridge to grab some orange juice. You take out two glasses and pour some juice in each. "Thank you," he mumbled. You stand in front of the window and sipped on your orange juice. "You know, Ellen and Jo are pretty protective over you."

"I'm the same way with them. They're all I have left." "Yeah, Sammy's all I have too." There was another silence and Dean watches as you look up at the moon absentmindedly. "You're not much of conversationalist, are you?" "I'm not one for small talk,"

"I can understand that." You look to him, unsure about his previous statment. You didn't buy it. "I find that hard to believe," "You know, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover," "I used to, but now, I wouldn't rather watch from a distance," "Hopefully not too far," Dean says. "The balls on you, dude," "Honey, you have no idea,"

Dean and Sam roll into Ellen's bar where Dean knows he'll face the wrath of Ellen and Jo. They made it known that you weren't in the right state of mind for a relationship or even a fling.

You had lost your close family to some deranged sicko at a gas station who decided to stab them to death. You was pregnant from a one night stand and when after five hours of labor, the baby was still born.

So yes, you were not in the right state of mind for anything. Dean respected that but still wanted to get to know you. Then he slowly started to fall for you. He knew you needed time and effort, and he put it in. He hung around for weeks and he gained your trust.

Things were going well until Dean found out about Sam drinking demon blood and was being manipulated by Ruby. And he had to leave. He didn't know how to say it because he already felt like shit about leaving you. He left in the middle of the night without a word and that shattered your world.

You cried in Ellen's arms for weeks, which fueled Ellen's anger. She warned them about your mental state and Dean went on a did this. Ellen knew that Dean would come back, and when he did, she would be ready for him.

"You have some nerve coming back here," Ellen says, crossing her arms. "I know," Dean dismissed, breaking her eye contact for a moment. "I heard what happened and I'm sorry Sam, but I'm still pissed at Dean for what he did to Y/N." "Right, thanks. And, uh, I'm sorry," Sam states.

"That's what Dean should be saying," "No matter how many times I say sorry, you're still not going to forgive me," "No, but it's a start," "You are such an asshole," Jo says once she sets eyes on him when she left the back room. "I outa smack you," she adds.

"I'm sorry, okay. I had to take care of Sammy," "Then you should have said that instead leaving her questioning what she did wrong." Jo snaps. "She was a wreck after you left, man," she adds. And speaking of the Devil, you walk in with your boyfriend.

"Who's that?" Sam asks. "That's her boyfriend, Ryan," "Hm, seems like someone moved on pretty quickly," Dean states before taking a sip of his beer. Jo brings her hand and smacks the back of his head. "What the hell!" Dean snaps. "You know what that was for," Jo spits.

You freeze in your tracks when you see Dean. Your grip on Ryan's hand tightens. "Are you okay?" Ryan asks. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just go," "What? You've been wanting Ellen's pie since last week," "I know, but I lost my appetite." You lie.

"Uh uh, we're not leaving." Ryan drags you to a table for two and wait until Jo comes over to take their order. You avoid eye contact from Dean and try your best to focus on Ryan. Y/N smiles at something Ryan says and for a split second, you let your guard down. You threw your head back and the vein on your forehead was pulsating from how hard you were laughing.

You collapsed into the crook of Ryan's arm and he rested his face ontop of your head as he laughs as well. Dean looks away and angrily clenches his jaw. "Dude, I know you don't want hear this but she's happy. Let her be happy," Sam tells him. "She was happier with me," Dean mumbles before taking a swig of his beer.

"And you messed that up by leaving her," Jo says as she cleans the back of the bar. "How many times do I have to tell you that I had to help Sam?" "Until you believe it, but clearly, I'm not," Jo snarks before leaving to give you and Ryan your food.

The night progresses and Ryan dragged you on the floor to slow dance. Dean's heart races when he sees Ryan's hands sliding a little lower than your waist. A little lower than Dean felt comfortable with. After a few slow dances, Ryan decides to go to the bathroom. Dean saw that as a perfect opportunity to talk to you.

You had your face towards the performing stage with your hands stuffed into your back pockets. "May I have this dance?" Dean asks as he holds out his hand. You turns around to face him and scoffed at him. "No, Dean," you tried to walk away from him. He grabbed your wrist and spun you until she hit his chest.

Man, it really felt good for you to be in his arms again. He thought to himself. "Dean, let me go," you say, trying to pull away from him. " Please, baby, just one dance," "Don't call me baby," you snap. "Alright, Y/N, I'm sorry. I just- please dance with me once." "If I do, will you leave me alone?"

"I will leave you alone and never ask you for anything," "Fine." You rolls her eyes and hesitantly wraps yours arms around him. One hand holds the back of your head and another trails down your back. Halfway through the dance, you think backs to the night Dean left.

You watched him pull out of the driveway after tossing his duffel bag in the passenger side. Your heart shattered to pieces and you fell apart in Ellen's arms. That night was seared into your brain. It was the first time you were emotionally hurt by someone else in a very long time.

Even after losing your child and her entire family, you'd never felt so much pain. You think that's because you felt completely absorbed by him. He engulfed you like the ocean over sand. You didn't even bother wiping away the tears that fell on your cheeks. You wanted Dean to know how much he hurt you.

You pull away from his chest and looked up at him to see Dean staring at her. "I hate you," you whimpers. "No you don't, baby," he whispers against your lips. Dean holds the side of your face and lifts your head up with his thumb. Ellen and Jo watches with both disappointment and shock.

Before you did something you'll regret, you pull away from him. You rushed towards the bathroom to get Ryan and nearly knocked him over. Ryan's hands fall to your hips and concern laced his eyes. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" You wiped away your tears and said, "I just want to go home," "Okay, we're going. Just let me get my stuff,"

Dean ran a head over his face before returning to Sam's side. "Wait, did he do this to you?" "No, Ryan, don't-" It was no use, Ryan went off on an angry tangent. "Hey!" Ryan starts. In a few strides, Ryan was in Dean's face. "Damn it," you mumbled to herself. You sprint between them and caught the punch that Ryan threw.

His eyebrows shot up with surprise as you holds his fist in your hand. You never mentioned that you could fight. Mainly because you thought of Dean whenever you did. "How did you-" "Believe me, baby. That's not a fight you would've won," you tell him before dropping his hand. You motions over to the table and said, "Go get your things,"

"She's your guardian angel, dude. 'Cause I would hav-" "Enough, Dean!" You turned around and shoved Dean into the table. "You have no right to come back here after what you did to me. None! You have no right to pretend like nothing happened, Dean!" You snaps and the entire bar went silent.

"Why are you even here?" you add. "What do you think?" "I want you to say it," "I want you. I've always wanted you," "Then why did you leave? And don't lie and say that it was because of Sam. That's just a cover up." Dean opens his mouth but no words come out of it. "Y/N," Ryan tries to touch your arm but you pulls away.

"You and I both know why you left. You left because you were scared of what you were feeling. So you ran at the first chance you got. You're a coward, Dean," you spit at him before walking out of the bar. Ryan calls after you when he follows you out. "I told you we should leave. And you and your stupid make ego got in the way."

"I know and I'm sorry, okay. I didn't know that was Dean," "Just take me home," you says as you climbs into the passenger side. You pull your knees to your chest and ignored the incessant chime of the seatbelt alarm. Looking out the window, you mentally check out and watched as the grass blurred together into masses of pine green.

Ryan leans in to kiss your cheek goodbye before leaving for work, but you pulls away from him. You decided to break up with him the night prior. He tried to convince you to take a break and not end things so abruptly. But you knew what you wanted, and you didn't want him.

You knew that Dean was parked down the street. He was trying to work up the courage to knock on the door. You bites your lip nervously as your thumb hovers over Dean's contact. You pressed the call button and brings it to your ear. He answers on the first ring.

"Hello?" "I know you're out there, Dean. You can come in." "Alright," he answers. You hang up and wait until the door creaks open and closed. "Y/N?" "Kitchen," you call out. You had your back to him and presses your warm hands on the cold surface. "I broke up with him a few days ago," you whisper.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. For everything," "You want anything? A burger? Pie? Booze? Pizza?" You turn around to see Dean a few inches from your face. He cups your cheeks and you sigh at his touch. His eyes softly scan your face in admiration. He loved everything about this woman, and scared the hell out of him.

He didn't even know if was possible to love someone so much that it physically hurt his heart. He hated feeling so vulnerable, but he realized that vulnerability and love are two sides of the same coin. You opened her eyes and leant up to attach your lips to his.

He hums lowly and trails his hands deeper into your hair. Your body fit perfectly against his and you tug him closer by his belt loops. "I fucking love it when you do that," he says against your lips. You chuckle and walk him into the counter. Without pulling away from his lips, you pull off his jean jacket and unbuttons his pants.

He picks you up and lays you on the counter top. He kicks off his pants and climbs on the counter top with you. "We're really about to do this on a counter top?" You ask. "Well it has always been a dream of mine," You roll your eyes playfully and pulls off her shirt to show that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"You're such a bad girl," he says, taking your breasts into his hands. He teases the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue and your back arches off of the counter. You're already starting to feel a knot build up in your stomach. You've always been sensitive on her boobs and Dean enjoyed that about you. You whine when he pulls away from you.

You lifts your hips off of the counter to help him take off your shorts. He inhales your scent with a soft moan. "I'll savor that in that pretty little pussy of yours, in a little bit," he grabs a hold of your breasts again and you groansl softly, making Dean hard in his boxers. He takes his knee and rubs it against your clit, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

"Oh God," you say, your eyes flutter closed. "Look at me," he commands and you comply. His hazel green orbs was slowly turning brown right before your eyes. He moves his knee a little faster and pinches your nipples. A hiss left your lips as your grip tightens when your orgasm ripped through you.

He takes off your underwear and throws them on the floor. "Come here," he says, wrap his arms around you and laying his back against the counter. "Now be a good girl and sit on my face," he whispers in your ear as he squeezes your bare ass. You shuffle yourself higher on his body. You gasp at the peach fuzz scraping your inner thighs.

He pulls your legs further apart until you are completely sitting on his face. Worrying about whether he could breathe, you try to sit up but he wraps his arms around your hips so you couldn't move. His tongue laps your folds and your body curls inward. A series of moans erupt from your chest when he flicks his tongue around your clit.

He does the twisting trick with his tongue that hits two of your g-spots at the same time. Your legs flexed and your grip on the counter was so tight that it hurt your palm. "Damn it, Dean. Please," you whimper. He sucks some of your juices as he drags his tongue along the top wall.

A yell left your mouth and your head flew back as he sucked the soul from your body. Your second orgasm took your breath away and your body slumped forward. Your hands rest a few inches away from his head. His grip loosened on your hips but he continues to lick and suck at your pussy.

Your muscles trembled at the mercy of his tongue. He dips his tongue in fast, shallow strokes and your hips move against him, begging for him to hit another g-spot. When he does, your eyes snap shut. He hits the spot over and over again until you fall apart.

You fall backwards on his legs and he sits up. He pulls your into lap and you moan when you feel the pressure of his hardened dick against your moist bundle. He pulls off his boxers and he hisses as his dick embraced it's freedom. You waste no time lowering yourself on to him.

He moans into your mouth as your walls clench around him. You softly bounce on him and he wraps his massive arms around your waist when he thrusts up into you. "I missed you, baby," he grunts. "I missed you too," you say breathlessly. You stop your movements and look him dead in the eyes. "But if you leave me like that again, I'll kill you," you add.

He slams his lips to yours and completely devoured your mouth with his tongue. He tried to pull away but you follow his lips and kiss him again. His hands covered your both of hips and you started to bounce on his a little faster than before, making sure your clench yourself around his tip.

A whiny moan left his mouth and you plant a comforting kiss against his lips. He grew impatient and carefully brings himself to his knees. He sets your back on the counter, which was still warm from his body. He plants one hand next to your head and the other rubs your clit as he thrusts into hard and deep.

Airy cries and grunts fill the room. Tears build up in your eyes as your body folds with overwhelming bliss. "Fuck, Dean!" "There you go, sweetheart." His thrusts slow down, but the continue to go deep inside of you. He bites down on the sensitive skin of your neck. His thrusts became sloppy and he releases himself but continued to buck his hips against you until you finally came.

Your eyes close and your hands cover your face because your body was absolutely exhausted. Dean's plump lips bless your check and neck when you hear the door creak open. "Y/N, you alright, sweetheart?" Ellen calls. Your eyes snap open and Dean jumps off of the counter to grab his clothes.

"D-don't come in, Ellen. We're-" "Oh my God, my eyes! I cannot unsee that," Ellen exclaims. She claps a hand over her eyes and you jump off the counter. "On the counter top too!? Jesus, you eat food on there. You guys are trifling," she scolds. "You really know how to ruin a moment, Ellen," Dean says.

"And you really know how to ruin someone's eyes , Dean," she snaps. You scramble to put on your clothes and Dean sends you a wink, making embarrassment flood your cheeks.

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