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do you see us getting scraped up off the pavement?
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#twedit#twladies#twladiesedit#teenwolfedit#teen wolf ladies#ok tagging these is so terrible. theyre so fun to make and so terrible to post. anyway for my tags#tw#you know. im not even gonna tag anyone. its. jesus#anyway this was fun#i got almost every dead girl i had to cut one of the kanima victims. sorry lady who gets suffocated post birth. rly hard day 4 u#meredith and kira r in the dead girl section cause they KINDA ARE.#meredith is stuck in her own head and kira is in the PHYSICAL GROUND. im holding teen wolf ACCOUNTABLE
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Mag 81 A Guest for Mr Spider
FUCK FORMER HEAD ARCHIVIST
Wait I need to check the timelines - this was 2 days after leitner's death
New spooky music???
My man is so fucking dramatic I love him so much "grand of sand behind my eye" love the way he speaks
Yeah FUCK JURGEN LEITNER
Omg the greying hair is canon??
Child in the 90s makes him at most 27 GOD DAMN. I was imagining like mid 30s...can you imagine a fucking 27 yr old using words like "ilk" when talking to you
Oh shit he's an orphan poor guy
Yeah ok a lot of his personality seems to make sense if you realise he was raised by his grandma
You know those memes that are like people raised by their grandparents are exceptionally polite but in a brisk way, talk fancy and are super posh? Yeah that's him.
Getting such neurodivergent vibes
Yeah he sounds like a main character from the start Jesus Christ he's such a kid who got traumatised and then grows up to be a horror protagonist vibes
My First Leitner lol like kids had to be introduced to them at a young age like those my first toys
He's so funny I can just imagine him as an 8 yr old getting super like affronted at this like how dare my grandma think I am of subpar intelligence he's such a little bitch from the start
"The eponymous Mr spider" even talking about his childhood trauma he's busting out the vocabulary
Fuck that story actually kinda rattled me I had my hand over my mouth in shock for most of it
I think it was the bit where the horsefly brought his son and they were both crying that got me, I could definitely imagine it scaring an 8 yr old
The way it drags out as well, with the pages of the same scene it really heightens the suspense
Is his childhood bully someone we should keep track of?? Love how he says Michael probably cause he sees him as a bully lol
It's interesting how despite him bullying him (quite badly seeing as though he beat him up) he's still like yeah but he saved my life and that means he deserves to be remembered
My bro didn't save your life on purpose, he was just trying to make it worse and happened to come to a terrible fate cause of that
I guess underneath it all he was still a kid who watched someone die, knowing they'd get eaten by a fucking spider, he still held him in some regard
The way he specified the guy was his bully even after he was being eaten though lol
He was desperate to get the book back? That's a leitner thing I guess, the book makes you want to keep it so it can finish whatever it wanted to do to you
On my relisten (which I will do once I've finished the series I'm sure of it), I'll have to look out for any reaction of leitners name
I wonder why Jon didn't react more to Carlos vittery's statement, like it must've terrified him? I saw a post a while back explaining Jon's thoughts and IT WAS GENIUS it was like of course he doesn't react, he must be terrified that someone knew about his experience and somehow did this to mess with him or it was a joke and he can't let anyone know that the Head Archivist is not Good at This ugh it's so good I'll tag it if I can find it
AHHHHH HE REGRETS DISMISSING THE OTHER STATEMENTS AHHHHHH
HE FINALLY ADMITS THAT HE NEEDS HELP WE LOVE THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YES YOU FUCKING DO BITCH.
yeah at least he's right about Elias killing leitner
GEORGIE THE EX GIRLFIEND
ITS SO WEIRD TO SEE HIM ACTUALLY NICE TO SOMEONE WOW HIS VOICE CHANGES SLIGHTLY AS WELL HES LESS ACADEMIC
THE ADMIRAL
Awwww he's so cute with georgie
GHOST PODCAST GHOST PODCAST
THE WHAT THE GHOST T SHIRT IS CANON???? AHH THATS SO CUTE
Can he not go back to his own flat?? Did he bring all his clothes to the archive and then subsequently leave them there? Does he even have a flat??
God Georgie is so nice I would kill for her
It's so funny that an apparent supernatural cynic dated a ghost podcaster
WOW SEASON 3 OFF TO AN AMAZING START I CANT WAIT TO KEEP LISTENING IM GONNA TELL MY THERAPIST ABOUT THIS TOMORROW!!!
#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#jarchivist#a guest for mr spider#the web#tma season 3#georgie barker#tma georgie#jurgen leitner#what the ghost#the admiral
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I 10000% need some fluff and smut for Ryan Dunn!!!
RYAN DUNN X GN!READER HCS
okok more ryan dunn content bc lord im so whipped for him its not funny anymore, i also think there NEEDS more content of him on here i’ve scrolled to the bottom of the ryan dunn tags and im in need of content tbh, so might as well make my own for other ryan lover like me out there !
WARNINGS: nsfw elements towards the end
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SFW:
oh this man is crazy for u
we’ve seen and heard of stories of ryans past relationships
we all know he would literally bend over backwards for u
i feel like hes not to big on romantic things though
like fancy flashy type romantic stuff
date wise he would probably take u either somewhere public like the movies or an icecream shop or like somewhere u genuinely really wanna go
in public though he always had one arm wrapped around u
either around ur waist or ur shoulder or even just holding ur hand
he wants everyone in that mf to know ur his
LOVES TO SHOW U OFF
keep a little photo of u in his wallet
“yah my girlfriend is super hot.”
the guys totally dog on him for it though
everyones just praying ur not like his past relationships
he just has a habit of letting people step over him bc he care abt them too much
but ur not like le that, ur different (hopefully LMAO)
when he started growing his hair out he definitely let u brush it and style it when u could
that man barely knows how to shower on a regular basis hes definitely not brushing his own hair regularly
SPEAKING OF SHOWERS
oh lord jesus christ ur gonna have to make him shower
hes gonna be smelling like a whole can of bounce that ass sometimes
u will probably have to make a deal with him to shower
or just lock his ass up in there and tell him hes not coming out untill he does shower
but honestly if u just ask him politely and nicely he will start trying to smell better and shower more often
anything for u
he loves to kiss u
like all the time, no matter where
in public, in front of the guys, in front of a old persons home, u name it and he’s probably gonna kiss u there
also he loves kissing ur nose, forehead, cheek and ofc ur lips
he also doesnt mind kisses back (lord please kiss his nose he secretly loves it when u do that)
any joke u make will make him do his little goofy laugh
oh and he will do anything to see u laugh or smile
he adore ur smile
he could just admire it for hours on end
i feel like his mom would love u too
ur just his perfect match !
NSFW:
hmm where should i start
i feel like hes a switch but hes more on the dom side
but not like rough and mean
he’s definitely a soft dom
he loves to take it slow, gentle and calm
he wants to enjoy every minute you guys spend together
slow pace but just right yk?
but he also loves it when ur dominant
seeing u above him and seeing u have all the power when it comes to the bedroom just does something for him
he don’t discriminate
LOVESSS when u give him hickeys
he will also give them to you yes ofc but only if hes feeling a bit jealous
he does not like sharing his sex life with anyone
maybe bam but thats a bog MAYBE
ik hes stated before he likes to keep things private
so no risky public sex or threesomes
maybeathreesomewithbambutthatsnot100%
oh he loves to give u head
and hes damn well good at it
he wont stop till u at least have came twice
SPEAKING OF CUM (hehe cum)
his favorite place for him to cum is either on ur thighs or in ur mouth
SHOWER SEX!
probably one of the only ways u can get him to shower
he likes using handcuffs on u though
thats on super rare occurrences
kink wise i think hes not into a lot
maybe hair pulling, spanking but not much else
hes always down to try some stuff though if u really wanted too
just nothing that involves him hurting u or u hurting him
i also feel like hes not one to joke during the deed
unless u both are in a silly mood then maybe theres some giggling and jokes
but otherwise he wants it to be more intimate and loving
PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE ALL DAY
“ah yes ur doing so good for me baby.” “u look so good with my cock inside u darling”
i feel like hes into being called a title
like sir or master (maybe)
i feel like he would be icked out by daddy though
his after care is amazing though
you want him to run u a bath? get u food, drinks? a magically gay unicorn? hes getting it for u no matter how tired he is
LOVES TO CUDDLE AFTERWARDS
he thinks its so cute when u fall asleep in his arms first
he just loves u so much and wants to see u happy
if ur happy and satisfied hes happy and satisfied
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hope u enjoyed!! i kinda just did a bunch of cute and spicy headcanons for this bc i just wrote another ryan fic abt a similar topic sooooo yea!
#HEHHEHE I LOVE HIMMM#RYAN BABYYYY#SCREAMING#jackass#cky crew#cky x reader#cky4#cky2k#cky clip#cky3#ryan dunn x reader#ryan dunn x reader smut#ryan dunn#ryan is so cutie
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benefits of being yomi kin:
makes me twice as cool and sexy and automatically makes me the objectively correct authority on Yomi's character it is impossible for me to be wrong and if u tell me im wrong ill start scream crying on the floor
won kin lottery and is capable of distinguishing between Yomi Hellsmile the character and Yomi Hellsmile The Character allowing me to both quite literally be that guy and keep another version of him as my blorbo. Manifesting in the ability of fantasizing bout yomi suffering iykwim AND getting past the masochist allegations <3 Also yeah the Yomi fic is currently in works no I will not answer questions on it
this yaoihellsmile shit is sooo easy someone asks me "ouuuyy honey unwrangle my dingle in ur boioioiong and by sproingle well heh lets jsut say. my peanits. any thoughts on that mr yaoi?" and i just answer honestly straight from the heart no bullshit no rp skillz required
woaghhhhhh......... Former director of the peacekeepers homunculus clone Yomi Hellsmile from Master Detective Archives: Rain Code by Spike Chunsoft........ holy shshshit. He's Real......
disadvantages of being yomi kin:
the regular bullshittery that comes free with being fictionkin of any kind cut my wife into pieces this is my last divorce
everybody and their mom hates Yomi and even if the tag here is way less outright aggressive and I can just easily block anyone who makes me uncomfortable in any capacity, youtube is just unusable. Just. AuUUUghhhh. I know one of my fave dr youtubers is gonna play mdarc this year and I also know he's gonna absolutely hate Yomi with a passion and frequently pause the game to talk about how terrible he his yes we get it you are allowed to have opinions on fictional characters and aren't doing anything wrong by it whatever im gonns look up yomi softcore on pixiv fuka u
overly complicates my already fucked sense of self
Blood cravings got even worse😔 bad BAD this isn't sustenance it's toxic as hell christ dude STOP❗❗
not extremely likely but still very possible nightmare scenario where the precipitation cipher gets Big attracting those people and getting bombarded with kinnie jokes and annoying Ironic Kin For Fun crowd finding its way here. And that is the at best scenario, the worst one is 2015 kin drama reignited in 2020s you can't "kin" this character unless you're x or x, you can absolutely control who you're kin with and if i don't like your very voluntary choice you should stop (just stop man <3 i won't tell you how the fuck 😊) being fictionkin with a sinful evil abuser linux user makes you a bad person that deserves to be ostracized and harassed until you unlearn your problematic ways oh my god do any of you remember 2015 warrior cat kin drama what the fuck was that. i wasn't around in danganronpa fandom during that time but im pretty sure it may have been even worse there which is insane to even think about. but i mean like hey at least fictionkin were taken (mostly.) seriously back then (albeit considered deeply cringe by the masses) and not reduced to a cheap komaeda kinnies amiright joke
i suffered more than jesus actually. the demotion and arrest was SUPER unfair and cringe guys i promise im not gonna torture people from now on you can trust me in a position of power please please please no one did it like i did it
EJ MARTINA DZIE MIE KURWA WYWIEŹLI CO TO ZA ZADUPIE MARTINA. MARTINA NIE WYTRZYMAM JUŻ WEŹ HELIKOPTER I MIE KURWA ZABIERZ Z TEGO CHLEWU MAM DOŚĆ POMOCY <- wygnany do Rzeczypospolitej za swoje zbrodnie😔
Yomi is Real (threatening)
#fictionkin coming out post#mom... dad... I'm Yomi He-[GETS IMMEDATELLY TRANSPORTED VIA A POLICE VAN TO THE NEAREST PRISON COMPLEX]#Would youy still lobe me if I. martina cube incident yakouver incident blank week murder spree incident meatbun incident former ceo incide-#mine#rain code#yomi hellsmile
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So i stop flooding peoples dash im gonna just make this a group, the tag is #livechatter
Im rambling about my life because i feel like it
mean in all reality they have saved me from a lot of bad people and bad things i just i dunno if i can belive that every single person i meet is some kind of malicous creature or person with bad intentions...its been years and im outgoing i like people but ive had to cut off most people because the gods told me some shit about them that was scary or my divination read something was up
I just dont know but i dont want to risk it...
But like, how many demons can one person come across and how many just so happen to be bad news for me
3 confirmed and funny thing is one of them actually scarred me both physically and astrally /wild/ one was my childhood friend who had a crush on me and also decided to get into a pact with a demon for ...funzies... but i cant recall if she had the bloodline or not because the last one who was actually super chill was following a family tradition
so yeah when the gods say "hey psst beckys a demon" im gonna be like "well golly gee 3 out of 3 demons the gods told me about were demons i wonder if this person is in a pact with a demon
and typically /usually/ me and demons dont get along, they find my energy tasty ig. Like demons are fine they are but like they just want to eat me usually or theyr mad at me on sight :")
But in any case im gonna belive it, its just...really?? I know im a beacon but seriously? Every person i meet is some mischievous or negative entity. I get out here fae are more common but /everyone?/ really? I dunno man i cant just be running into every non human on the planet both online and irl or if theyr normal theyr just the most shit person you can be to an almost cartoonish extent.
/idk man/
But i stare at my pendulum the one i warded clensed banished shit on and used rituals to invoke a gods name and boom its just "yup this ones no good"
Like...OK??? THEN WHO IS??? And theyll set me up with people and it never goes well like it always falls through because the people i click with just arent good enough??? Or they just all want me dead?
Am i the problem? Like its me or its them and theyr gods like idk idk man im lost im so lost, how can nobody be ok how can so many people just want to hurt me on sight am i seriously that pathetic looking?? Or are they playing some kind of protective roll? Thats kind assuming a lot about them
What are the fucking odds theyd just be over protective
Im kinda whirlling right now because i think i figured it out, Apollo always expressed guilt over the whole imprisonment thing even though that was literally my fault for directly disobeying his very clear instructions for some guy, yeah thats an embaressment ill never live down
Im wondering if Apollo felt bad and now hes just being really harsh on anyone who comes near me, i only wonder this because he had been around for a really long time before he helped me escape my home/cult
But like ive asked others too
In the same pantheon
That was responsible for a lot of fucking trauma
Who like most of them have a reason to be harsh on people
I just wonder what would happen if i asked maybe Zeus instead of literally anyone else besides maybe some of the goddesses.
Oh godsssss i think ive just deadass been asking the wrong people because everyone else is bias and angry at people
Jesus christ i knew it was my fault if i had just thought about it for a second and got my head out of the ground i wouldve seen it
But still i could be wrong so i need to go ask Zeus with my pendulum and see whats going on before i go removing anything...im also wondering what other people have to say about this because im honestly so tired of shutting up about my weird ass life
Pendulum with Zeus:
Is the reason i keep getting a no on my friends because everyone else is bias and angry at people
Yes
Will you give me non bias direct answers if i contact you?
Yes
I get so specific with my questions because if it can only say yes no or maybe i want to narrow it down as much as possible, questions are phrased intuitively or auto written but some times intentional, more gently guided though.
So i figured it out by live journaling basically...nice, ok so this is weird...but when is it ever not hhh
Thats sweet honestly, if it weren't so suffocating...i cant belive this this has taken me literally 3 and a half years to figure out and i just had to talk to Lord Zeus??? Hhhhhhh oh my gods
Going to him more often now honestly
I wouldve never guessed that i think i think too lowly of myself if it took 3 and a half years to realize they care enough to be mad at people who caused me like, irreparable damadge hahaaaa
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Answer all of them, if you skip, there will be a punishment.
Do not skip even ONE.
-🎀✨️
RDTFCGVHBJNK
Imma just copy and paste the responses for some questions- Hope you dont mind
What's your favorite tickle tool?
Its gotta be... probably claws. Those are so bad for me
2. Favorite Ler? (Tag them if you dare~)
Jesus christ, im gonna get clowned by them TwT
@flufflover7
@sweetvanillalolita
@xxxmonterodapunk
@amandatheartlover
@ashwasfound
3. Favorite Lee? (Tag them if you dare~)
Oh ho ho~ I have quite a few
@flufflover7
@amandatheartlover
@xxxmonterodapunk
@yourlocalzayzay
@ashwasfound
@peachie-cottage
4. Opinions on blindfolds/restraints? Who or why not?
Hmm.. I gotta say no for this. It kinda feels like actual torture for me if I am blindfolded or restrained while being tickled
5. A spot that gets you squealing?
Istg if ANYONE attacks me here, your dead.
Its my stomach
6. How long do you estimate you could last before calling mercy?
Id say... a good few minutes. I mean.. If i REALLY enjoy it, it could last for like.. 5 minutes.
7. Every have tickle fantasies?
... Yes TwT
8. Why did you make your tickle blog?
Tbh, i never intended to make one, but I just feel like theres a whole lot to share about this community (Since I am only SFW)
9. Does anyone irl know of your interests?
Nope. Nor will i ever tell them
10. Can you say the t-word?
Nope. I get too embarassed
11. Verbal teases, yes or no and why?
Yes because they always make the tickle sensations worse
12. Upper body tickles or lower body tickles?
If i had to pick one, it would be upper body
13. Neck or ear tickles?
Neck
14. Pinned on your back, or your stomach?
Back, since my belly is a weak point
15. What do you love about the Lees you know?
I love how all of 'em have unique reactions to being tickled. They all are equally adorable
16. What do you love about the Lers you know?
I love how they all have different ways to tickle and tease me. Hate to admit it, but they all know how to get me flustered TwT
17. Feathers or Paint Brushes?
... Brushes
18. How long have you known about your interests in the community?
A long ass while-
19. What's your favorite way to be tickled? (As in provoked, teased into asking, etc.)
Me personally, I like when anticipation is played into the tickle session. Makes it more interesting
20. Are you/Do you like Polite Lees or Bratty Lees? (Asking for tickles vs Pissing someone off for tickles)
Imma just say the truth, im a bratty lee TwT I also like it when people are bratty to me.
THERE I ANSWERED ALL OF EM
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Of Course I'm Here
Characters: Come on you know by now how this goes (Loki x you) (Team x you, platonic)
Warnings: None. And really if you ever see anything that I might need to able as a warning please let me know... I'm the person who forgets there are people out there that get offened by the word F*** if that is an exapmle of anything.
Summary: Mid battle and the avengers keep looking for an answer as to why the God of Lies hasnt showed up yet. Of course you have no idea but at least he proves them all wrong.
ANNOUNCEMENT TIME: hey guys Im back, I know it hasnt been long but I also know I havent been posting every single day like I was, i got into a weird little funk where I didnt want to do anything, I was just feeling completly drained, and I felt bad because I have my little and I didnt even want to play with her because I have just been so TIRED, but I'm feeling better. Work has been kicking my ass here lately and ive been working over 50 hours a week so ive literally been coming in, eatting / feeding the little, getting us ready for bed, and crashing as soon as she falls asleep. But im here now. I will probably be more active on weekends than during the week because I have more time to spend working on stuff but I will be posting also during the week just not daily. At least until after state comes. Thank you so much for the reblogs, likes, comments, follows, and messages please keep them coming! If you would like to be tagged please ask or message, and requests are open. Love you guys so much! 💚💚💚💚💚
Loki Masterlist
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"Y/N, BACK UP I NEED BACK UP! EYES IN THE SKY!" Tony yelled from above, you and Clint stood back to back on a roof top shooting as many bad guys as you could. Clint took aim at another carrier, shooting at the engine causing the entire thing to blow up raining debris and hot metal around you.
"Damnit Clint! Farther away make sure they are farther away!" You yelled popping him on the head with an arrow before aiming it at the thing that was chasing Tony.
"Where is lover boy at? You.sent him the location right?" Nat asked into the com.
"Yes I sent him the location, no I dont know where hes at." You mocked.
"Did you send him the right location?" Sam asked.
"One time, one dam-"
"Language!" Steve chimed in causing everyone to groan. Gun shots where ringing all around you and you could here metal on metal paired with Hulk screams coming from another building over.
"Language." You mocked muting your com son that no one but Clint heard you. "I am a 26 year old woman, I think I'm old enough to cuss if I want." You drew back your bow and sent another arrow flying into another goon that had Nat trapped aginst a wall. She shot you a thumbs up before running off. You hit unmute on your com.
"Jesus, 26? Baby, you sure you don't need to be at a babysitter instead of on a building killing things?" He laughed.
"Dont worry Hawk, when we get done here I've already booked you a nice nursing home to be put into." You put your bow around you and stood on the edge of the building. "I need a better view." You looked round, the top of a taller building caught you eye. "There Hawk, we can cover a better radius from up there, get closer to the action."
"DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN THE GODS ARE GOING TO BE HERE? WE NEED MORE HELP WERE GETTING TIRED AND OUT NUMBERED!" Tony came over the coms screaming.
"How do we get up there? Or do I even wanna know?" Hawk came to examin where you were talking about.
"Im jumping, you cant tell me that someone wont catch me." You shrug.
"GODS WHERE ARE TH- Y/N DONT YOU DARE JUMP!" Tony stopped and hovered right were you was standing.
"Then take us over there. We need higher ground, we cant cover everyone from down here." You crossed your arms.
"Where are the gods at y/n?" He asked again
"I. Dont. Know. Jesus you guys act like I'm suppose to be there keeper!" A simultaneous you are came from everone through the com causing you to roll your eyes. "Hes gonna be here I swear it! Now take me to the building or I jump. 1.....2....-" Tony grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and flew you to the building.
God these things were everywhere and you were starting to run out of arrows. After shooting another ship and causing it to blow you heard what was unmistakably pounding on the roof top door leading to where you currently was at.
"I have some univited guests about to join my party. Anyone available for some assistance?" You yanked out the two emerald green and silver daggars that your boyfriend had given you not long after you had started dating after throwing your bow around you.
"Buy some time kid, I'm on ground level right now but I can try to get up there as fast as possible." Bucky called over the com.
"Buy some time? Ok. I can do this. I work better from afar but a little hand to hand never hurt anyone, just easier to get stabbed this way." The first of the things busted through the door running straight at you. You jerked out of the way missing his staff by just a few inches. Quickly turning you flipped the dagger like Loki had showed you and stabbed him in his side causing him to fall to the ground before the next one tried to impale you.
"I have two daggers and they have freaking staffs! Back up! WHERE THE HELL AR-" you were interupted by static in the air and a bright light. The bitfrost had just opened up leaving to gods standing in front of you and taking out the remainder ofnthe bad guys. "HES HERE! I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WERE COMING AND THEY'RE HERE." You pulled two extra coms from you pocket and gave them to Thor and Loki.
"Always a pleasure to battle beside you Lady y/n." Thor smiled takkng the com and putting it in his ear before taking off again.
Loki sauntered over to you and put his arm around you waist, you put the com in his ear as he rolled his eyes. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.
"You got a new outfit." You smiled at him. God the way he looked in his battle clothe always did something to you, the horned helment was a plus.
"You like it." He smirked down at you pulling you closer.
"Your wearing your horns to." You reached up and brushed a peice if hair behind his ear.
"STOP. STOP NOW. WE CAN HEAR EVERYTHING AND ITS GROSS." Tony yelled causing you both to roll your eyes.
"Quick run down, bad guys everywhere, no end in sight, and I'm out of arrows pretty sure Hawk is too." Loki waved his hand over your quiver making more arrows appear.
"I see you had to use your daggers. I am sorry for not being here. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked stepping away from you to examin you.
"Small cut on the side, nothing I havent dealt with before, Ill be fine. You go make sure Hawk is fully stocked up and help the others. I got a birds eye view of you right here." I leaned in kissing him one more time before smiling at him and pushing him away. He kissed his two finger before placimg them over his heart and you did the same, "always." You both said before he disappered.
You could hear Thor laughing at the chaos going on and Steve trying to direct the god of thunder on what to do. You had learned earlier to just let him do his own thing and he would be fine. Tony was still trying to micromanage everything when you heard Loki mumble something in an old language and his com cut out. You had figured it wouldnt have stayed on to long though but at least you had tried. It had calmed down up on your end so you decided to finally go back down to where Clint was at shooting an arrow with heavy duty rope you glided back down next to him to watch what was going on.
"Hello, earth to y/n." He snapped his fingers in front of your face. You had been to busy staring at Loki and that damn helmet. "I dont even understand why were friends." He rolled his eyes propping up on the ledge watching as the rest of the team secured the last of the bad guys.
"Because we both shoot arrows, because we are both the best in the team, or because we both know we are the best looking one on the team so we have to stick together." You laughed jumping up so you could sit on the ledge.
"The birds can come out of their nest now." Bucky called over the coms causing you both to sigh.
When you and Clint had reached the bottom you walked over to Thor theowing your arms around the big goof ball.
"You are amazing during battle as always." He beemed patting you on the shoulder.
"As always? Thor youve only fought with her twice." Steve said beside you.
"I had a week off. Went to Asguard, spent time with the boys. Someone had to keep them in line." You shrugged like it was no big deal.
"She was amazing!" Thor went on telling the story of the fight you had all gotten into.
"Mothers been asking about you by the way dear. Wants to know if you've decided to come stay for a while." Loki leaned down and whispered in your ear.
"I think I'm leaning toward a yes. I can't stand being away from you, you had been gone forever this time." You reached for his hand as you both walked to the quinjet.
"I was making arrangements to have our room redone. I figured you would come with me." He gave you a knowing smirk as he reached up to take off his helmet.
"Leave the horns on. I have a suprise for you when we get home." You pulled his hand away from his head and smacked his butt.
"You are a little minx." He laughed chasing you into the jet while the rest of the team groaned and rolled their eyes.
"Even if you wasnt moving i would be kicking your ass out! I am so sick of the PDA between you two." Tony hollared after you.
"Leave them alone Tony, they are courting. Im just glad my brother is happy and not trying to stab me." Thor clapped Tony on the back.
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@sophlubbwriting
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@high-functioning-lokipath
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Cloud 9 <3
Prompt-reader is a famous singer and performs her first live performance with David Bowie, doing a duet of Under Pressure on Live Aid
David Bowie x Reader Platonic Pairing @laneofpennies @a-none-bee @angelofhell323
Warnings: none unless you count descriptions of nervousness. And a lengthy fic
Okay, let’s do it.
Was the first thing you said to yourself. At eight am. On a Saturday. In the middle of July. You usually be sleeping until 2pm on weekends since you were usually so busy on the weekdays. Being Englands new up- and- coming musician is all.
“Ow!” you said as your foot slipped on something and stubbed your toe on the edge of the dresser. You bit back a mirad of curses as you picked up the foul weapon.
Oh.
Sky Heavens- Head in the Clouds. Your first album. Of course. You were lucky enough to get one from the store. Nearly all of the record shops were sold out. You should be happy, I mean sales were doing great, and as for the royalties-
Oh my gosh how has it ben 25 minutes already?!.
It was a very important day for you.. you were preforming for your first crowd ever. So of course you were excited. but more nervous because, it was your first time. And you had terrible stage fright. And you were doing a duet with David Bowie. Oh you almost forgot.
Your first performance was gonna be Live Aid.
As you tucked in your fancy bell-sleeved bloused you asked yourself a string of questions. For example:
How in the hell did you get into live aid?
What song were you gonna sing with David, er Mr.Bowie?
Were there gonna be high notes? Could you even hit them?
Am i dressing too casual?
Oh my gosh, were going after Queen.
Your final though was punctuated with a hailing of a cab. You felt dizzy after you entered the car so you focused on the horizon, which made your eyes get heavier and heavier until...
“Ma’am this is a cab not a daycare” the driver grunted.
Your head snapped up, wiping the drool off off your chin. You have got to stop making this a habit. You scolded to yourself.
Every time your legs hit the ground of Wembely Stadium, you could feel the muscles in your leg turn into jelly. Your heartbeat is playing the percussion. And your pretty sure that your haven’t taken a breath since coming out of the cab.
You finally taken a breather when you hear commotion coming from the nearest hallway. You saw so many stars you could’ve swore you were in space. You saw Elton John, Freddie Mercury, Roger Taylor, Brian May, (you couldn’t find John Deacon) Adam Ant was sitting on a couch reading a magazine. Next to him was Elvis Costello sticking straws down his hair, you were about to laugh when-
“Boo!”
“Jesus!”
“No this is David.” joked a lanky man with blond hair, and a pastel blue suit, matching your all white outfit (with a pale blue headband) making you too look like the color of the sky.
“Mr.Bow- David, hi!” you exclaimed, trying to sound as cheery as possible.
He hesitated for a moment looking in your eyes as if searching for something only for a moment. “Come into my trailer, i need to talk to you.” he says softly.
You followed him into what looked like a portal to the personification of serenity. There were books piled on top of a small table. A kettle burning on low. With not surprisingly, a pile of teacups littered on top of the counter. You also noticed (on nosier inspection) small annotations scribbled in the corners.
“Y/N!!”
“YES” you exclaimed, jumping slightly. You have got to start paying more attention to your surroundings.
“Tell me whats on your mind, and be honest” his voice was filled with concern, but somehow still comforting.
You took a breath- seventh one today. And started:
“ I feel like everyone will be disappointed, when they see me. All I ever wanted to do was make music that someone will relate to and find comfort in. And now that I have that, which I am very grateful for, I have to handle the price of fame as well. People put celebrities on pedestals and if they make one mistake in the public eye the pedestal crumbles. And don’t even get me started on the media. And today one of the biggest days in history, and if I do bad, then i will not only disappoint myself but the families in Africa who are relying on me to succeed. And-”
“Y/N” David said sternly “Calm down, you will be fine.” He took a breather and said.” You remind me of myself when I was younger, a shy little Capricorn boy, I just wanted to make music, and the fame tagged along. Its what happens eventually. I just used theatrics to cover up the stage fright.” “Now I just focus on the crowd as if they were one person and give them ll the light I have.”
“As for you when singing Under Pressure with me- while singing Freddie’s part- I want you to take all of the audience’s energy, make it into light and give it towards the sky.” “Give everybody hope.”
Just then you heard.a knock at the trailer. it was time for you to get ready.
You watched as Queen rocked the show. This was gonna be hard for you to follow up. You felt like this performance was gonna be talked about for decades. You felt pity for the future generations that wont get to see this.
You watched with butterflies in your stomach, as you saw David perform TVC 15 which bleed into Rebel Rebel. You smiled with fondness, as the corners of your mouth twitched,(which happened often when you’re nervous). When you were turned around.
Moustace, Freddie Mercury.
“Hello, Darling. You’re going up next with Under Pressure, right?”
“Y-Yes ” you were shaking
“ Well don’t fuck it up darling. And make everyone proud.” He said with a smile (that was also in his eyes)
You nodded, and he turned you back around. Just in time for you to be handed a microphone and introduced by David.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the stage-for the first time ever- Sky Heavens!!!”
You heard more applause than you expected. But then again it was your very first time ;)
You heard the beginning of the song, and you knew you had no time to be nervous as you started:
Mmm num ba de
Dum bum ba be
Doo buh dum ba beh beh
Then together-
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da- that's okay
So far you have just been looking at the horizon, seeing the sun begin its descent, little by little.
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
This is for peace and hope in Africa.
Chipping around, kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
People on streets
Ee da de da de
People on streets
This is for anyone who has felt stress for being themselves
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming, 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow gets me higher, high
Pressure on people, people on streets
The sun was setting now, making the crowd look like angels and your outfit dipped in the sun. David was looking at you with the biggest grin on his face as if seeing his child gain confidence. The high note was coming, and you were ready.
Take all the Audiences Energy
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Make it into light
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Give it towards the sky
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Give everybody hope
Why, why, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!
That was the highest note you had ever hit. The energy that the crowd was giving you was electric. You felt unstoppable.
Insanity laughs under pressure we're breaking
David was practically yelling into the mic, as he felt unstoppable with you too.
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love
Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?
Because love's such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the (People on streets) edge of the night
And love (People on streets) dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
On the final word you hugged David, he shouted in your ear so you hear him over the roaring crowd. “YOU DID IT LOVE!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU111″
You look over his shoulder to see Freddie Mercury.
Clapping.
For You.
You felt as if there was the sun poured inside of you. As if you were weightless. You found your new home; on Cloud 9.
#david bowie#freddie mercury#liveaid#live aid#80s music#icon#first look#fanfic#writerscommunity#proof#oc#david bowie x reader#freddie mercury x reader#queen#love#under pressure#vanilla ice
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No! This isn’t how you’re supposed to play the game! [Father!Corpse x Child!Reader]
Part 2 of Goddamnit kid, now they know I’m a single father!
Warnings: None
Summary: While streaming Among Us, Corpse decides to teach his kid Y/N how to play the game!
A/N: And yes my warnings have the non-warning as well, just so you know what to expect from the story. Also, Requests for Cr1tiKal and Corpse Husband are always open! Ask or message me if you have any ideas. Also, message or ask if you’d like to be tagged- just please state what kind of fics you wanna be tagged be on. I’m always open to tag people!
Request: Yes
Tag list: @save-the-sky @alilshit @whatifwedo @hughugh20 @fleurmoon @bi-andready-tocry @itsminniekat @yoongi-holland @loraleiix @hacker-ghost @fanworrior @marvelous-musicals @annshit @unknown-and-invisible @letsloveimagines @hairbrush-anon @babyhoneystvles
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“Oh by the way guys I have Y/N here for the stream today.” Corpse said to his chat as he moved his little guy around in Among Us. “Hai!” Y/N said happily. Corpse had them sitting on his lap just chilling and watching their father play. It has been a couple months since the announcement of Y/Ns existence happened and everyone fell in love. Corpse did have to tell Y/N how to deal with it and not to share his identity to anyone who asks. He was enjoying a happy life, getting so much support by his fans and his friends. Life was good, for once. But with happiness comes sadness, and of course with friendliness comes hatred. And there was hate.
People did not trust Corpse with a child, sadly. The hashtag ‘CorpseCPS’ trended on Twitter before someone came out and told everyone to fuck off. But even if that hashtag stopped, that didn’t stop the haters. People still tweeted about it, hated on Corpses kid, and just been assholes.
“Corpse Husband is not fit to be a father. He already told a majority of his fans about his mental problems, so do you really think he will raise that kid properly? #CorpseCPS”
“Wouldn’t be surprised if Y/N will grow up to not be able to sleep at night. Just like their father.”
“I stg I bet Y/N is terrified of Corpse. Have you heard his music and seen his videos? I wouldn’t trust someone like him with a child, he could emotionally abuse them. Someone call CPS!!! #CorpseCPS”
“Who the fuck is accepting single fathers? Children belong to their mothers, not their fathers. I hope @Corpse_Husband realized how he fucked up and gives that poor kid back to its mother.”
“Bet that the mother of Corpses kid fought so much for custody on that poor child on god.”
“Someone save this child. #CorpseCPS”
It really got to Corpse, making him think he wasn’t capable of raising Y/N. Was everybody right? Was he going to mess this child up? He didn’t like thinking about, but his mind always trailed back to it. It worried him, the only thing he wanted was to make his kid happy. Was he doing a bad job? Was his kid going to grow up wrong?
“Can you guys please let me live my life and raise my kid? Don’t think you’d feel good if someone said you weren’t capable of raising the kid you had. Jesus.”
Corpse Tweeted that when the anxiety and bad thoughts got too much for him, hoping this would calm them down. But one small Tweet doesn’t go a long way sometimes. He was glad most of his fanbase supported him, at least his friends did. And now he didn’t have to worry about the haters. Right now, it was streaming with Y/N time.
“Alright Y/N, you control the little astronaut like this..” Corpse put Y/Ns hand on the mouse and put his over it, moving his horned avatar through the halls on the screen. “Those red words are my gamer tag, Corpse. Red means im an imposter and white means crewmate. The goal of the game as an imposter is to kill everyone without them finding out its you. The crewmates need to find out who the imposter is an eject them.”
“Okeh!” Y/N said excitedly and laughed.
Corpse smiled fondly. He loved Y/Ns laugh, it melted his heart. “Ok, see those cameras?” Y/N nodded, “You gotta be careful killing people around those, someone could be watching.” Corpse moved to electrical, “See? This is electrical. And there's, felix. Whoop, now hes dead.”
“That was mean!” Y/N whined.
“It’s the point of the game though!” Corpse quickly vented. “Okay, to kill people, you click this.” He showed Y/N how to kill people, “And to hop into a vent to get away, you click this.” He showed Y/N how to vent. “Now, during an emergency meeting you need an alibi.”
“Whats an alibi?” Y/N asked, glancing up at their fathers face.
“If someone blames you for wiping someone out, you have to have an excuse to why you didn’t do it. That’s an alibi.” Corpse explained, heading down the hallway. “So next time after the next emergency meeting, you will play! Sound fun?” He smiled when Y/N replied with an upbeat yes. Then a body was reported, “Ok Y/N, don’t tell anyone it was us, alright?” Y/N nodded.
“Where was the body?” Poki asked.
“I found it in electrical.” Sykkuno replied.
“I did see Sean go that way.” Corpse said, making Sean instantly reply.
“I was just passing by!” Sean argued, “What about you Corpse? Didn’t you go near electrical?”
“It was you Sean I saw it wit my own 2 eyes!” Y/N called out, making everyone nearly die.
“Well you can’t really argue with that one Sean.” Charlie chuckled.
“Vote Sean the council has decided.” Sykkuno declared.
“Wha-- I- B--” Sean stuttered as everyone vote for him. Soon, they all watched him float into the abyss of space.
Corpse chuckled, “You’re my superpower Y/N. Ok, I’ll guide you along but its your turn to play.”
Y/N made a happy squeal, putting their hand over the mouse and moving the astronaut across the screen excitedly. Corpse guided them along, having his hand placed over theirs. “Ok Y/N, be careful. remember, there are cameras.”
“Okie.” Y/N said, heading down the hallway. They walked around for a bit and Corpse helped them fake tasks. “Ok, see Toast? We’re gonna kill him.” Corpse checked for cameras, “Do you remember how?” Corpse asked.
“Yah!” Y/N moved the astronaut forward, killing Toast.
“Ok now vent, vent vent vent!” Corpse said, leaning forward and moving the astronaut to hover over the vent. Y/N stalled but clicked the right button, quickly venting right when Poki walked in. A dead body was reported, and they were back at the emergency meeting.
“It was Corpse!! It was Corpse!! I saw him vent!” Poki screamed, being way too loud to Corpse, but he didn’t mind anymore.
“That wasn’t me.” Corpse lied, “Where was the body?”
“I found it it navigation! You vented!” Poki said.
“Mmm nah it wasn’t me. I was in storage.” Corpse lied again, making Y/N feel pretty damn bad. I swear, this child was so innocent. They couldn’t stand seeing lies and murders happening. So, they said “It was dad!”
“HAH! They just exposed you!” Sean laughed loudly.
“Oh my god the betrayal.” Charlie laughed as well.
“Vote Corpse!” Poki yelled, “I told you!”
“Y/N knows whats right.” Sykkuno said, voting for Corpse.
Corpse gasped, “Noo! that’s not how’re supposed to play the game!” Corpse sighed, watching as everyone voted for him. Y/N frowned, “Im sorry..” Corpse hugged Y/N, “no no it’s fine. Just don’t betray me like that.” he chuckled, watching his astronaut float through space. He sighed again, “Better luck next time. Guess I have to train you how to be a ghost.”
Y/Ns eyes lit up, “Yaaaayyyy!~”
~The End~
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MD is a trip in SO many ways lmao
HI!! So it's been a while but I was feeling sad about some minecraft boys and it finally kickstarted me enough energy to do this again. For those who haven’t seen this before everything is tagged “dream smp liveblog” if you wanna look back.
I was thinking about rewatching some of the exile vods again to get back into the right headspace but honestly I’m gonna ride this wave while I can and jump right back into it. Maybe when I catch up fully I’ll go back and watch them all in a marathon and see how much I can make myself cry, who knows
Intro out of the way here we go!
VOD: Tommy Speaks to Mexican Dream in Exile
(rp): oh man I forgot how fucked up his skin was…. And hes drowning again
He’s also lashing out at people in chat and then pulling back
“Ranboo: are you alright man” ahhh buddy YOU KNOW HES NOT
….You know. Some of the Dread HAS faded but it STILL sucks when Dream logs in.
“And Tubbo hasnt spoke to me…” :(
But hes still trying!!! Hes gonna make a path!!
Lol what is this melon monstrosity lol the youtube praise Tommy just screamed lmaoo
….Dream YOU can get out of VC 2 fuck off
….just the casual “oh yeah sorry” while he blows up the armor….
“DId anyone come to see you while I was gone” I see you, you obsessive fucker
“Weve become better friends” :/
HI MEXICAN DREAM WHAT AN INTRO THEYRE JUST STARING AT HIM LMAO
Yes BULLY HIM MD BULLY HIM
“WHICH ONES HOTTER” cursed cursed cursed
Lol the tone is so absurd Im having a good time
cc!Dream taking the time to pinpoint the particular restaurant its from lmaoo this man is funny
Lol Mexican Dream just chasing Dream away with Spanish YEAH GET EM MD
Tommys so excited to have someone who might live with him omg
“Borderline my owner” ….
…,,,look I just needed a short hand ok Mexican Dream is too long to type lol
,,,,,I dont know how to process Mamacita asdfsdfsd
SOMEHOW GOT MORE CURSED
Cant believe this is canon lore because it gets. SAD?? What is happening right now
This must have been a great tension breaker for people watching live though. A Nice break. Honestly I have mixed feelings about this being my first stream back lol
…..what are those maps huh? Old Memories huh? Tommy seems actually a bit embarrassed lmao
TUBBO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TUBBO!!!!!
Asfsdfsdfsdfsdfsdfds these fuckign pictures jesus omg
Somehow this would be more sad if Tommy wasn't blowing out his mic fake crying lmao
…..hey fuck girl Dream though
Is girl Dream canonically Dream or a different character?
“You two are the happiest couple I know” … F for the dream smp where no relationship survives lol Love is Dead
….my heart was racing while Tommy was hiding the rest of the Tubbo pictures…
“Not on my stream you better not!” afdsfdsfsdfsd
Rip Mexican Dream lol Quackity dies to mobs a lot doesn’t he
………..I just got the walls joke F F F
……hi Dream you fucker
HEY BITCH, HEY BITCH BOY!!! YEEEEE TOMMY GET HIM
….. This is why Dream kills MD isn’t it
OUCH DIRECTLY AFTER THAT
MEXICAN DREAM DID JUST JUMP IN FRONT OF TOMMY JEEZ
….. Welp this is turning serious, Tommy is literally trying to distract Dream from chasing MD
The fucking decapitation joke asdfsdfsdf
OH MD WITH THE REAL GEAR!!!
….well that was short lived. As was Mexican Dream, Rest in Pieces I guess
“That was my last friend on the server. And that was his last death” “.......”
“WELL WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO TODAY ~ :D”
“I never thought I’d see the day where Mexican Dream is canonically dead”
….. The serious tone is back for sure ….. Its staring into lava and gaslighting time
Literally just killed his friend and Dream already getting Tommy to say they’re friends…
“He died of a drug overdose” “I watched you kill him” “Noo he died of natural causes” >:(
cc!Tommy really canonizing this just to twist the knife
...hes just standing in the fire :(
………begging him for company.. “I don’t think I have very long left” …….
At least Drista will be fun?
“Its fine, its really his rules now” “After tomorrow, then I think its over”.... This is the pillar isn’t it. The pillar is happening soon
“Tommy can you stop going insane please?” - FUNDY PLS LMAO
Strange interlude with Lazar… obviously Tommy is lashing out but I also feel like there is a bit of back-handedness to his interactions as well. Maybe the only one ACTUALLY only reaching out because of pity..?
Well that was a strange and oddly sad interlude. The middle was just the wildest of rides, but the end still managed to ground it back, mostly. 13 did NOT HURT in that regard honestly lol. I feel like I’ve definitely lost some momentum by splitting things up like this -- my recommendation to anyone watching is Definitely to shotgun it if you can do so safely. Its such a well written arc, even and up to including silly streams like this, and its a shame not to have watched it all at once.
STILL! Looking forward to seeing Drista, that little chaos godling has grown on me quite a bit, not least of all BECAUSE she’s a chas godling with creative mode lol. I’ve also heard thats the other “break” exile stream, so probably a bit more lighthearted (not least of all bc idk how much Drista the person actually knows and or cares about her brother’s block game role play canon lmao)
#dream smp liveblog#dsmp season 2#dsmp exile arc#tommyinnit#mexican dream#dsmp mamacita#dream smp#abuse tw#gaslighting tw
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No Hard Feelings, Right? || Frankie Morales
Pairing: Frankie Morales x gn!reader
Summary: You and Frankie are sharing a tent on a mission. This leads to classic cuddling for warmth, and a small confession in the form of a kiss.
Warnings: swearing, typos probablu
A/N: hi i would just like to say that im in love with francisco morales. big thanks to jim for encouraging me to write this :)) the gif makes this look like its angst lol, i promise its pure fluff, I just picked that gif bc of the rain
Wordcount: 1.334
gif by @pascalplease
xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx
You've never been one for dramatics, but as you endure the last half hour of your shift on watch for the boys you're pretty sure that your fingers and toes have all frozen beyond repair. You watch the rain drip down the edge of your makeshift shelter, pulling your windbreaker tighter around you. Well, not your windbreaker. It's Frankie's, he had handed it off to you with a smile when you came to relieve him of his position on watch.
"Here," he says, stripping off his coat and handing it to you.
"No, Frankie I can't-"
"Take it," he insists, going so far as to drape it around your shoulders.
Every second that passes it gets harder for you to say no. "You'll be cold," your protest is weak, but you don't want him freezing to death in that tent with Santi before you can come join him.
"I'll be fine, Santi's a human heater." He chuckles and squeezes your arm, "you need it more than I do."
His smile was gentle and genuine, and deep down you know you could never say no to him. So you give in.
Now you're wearing Frankie's windbreaker. It smells ever so faintly of the cologne he often wears, this mission not yet having covered it up with the stink of mud and sweat. You're immensely grateful that you'll be sharing a tent with Frankie when this shift is finally over. Sure, Santi was a human heater, but with him it was sterile. You had laid back to back, huddled under the one thin blanket you had. And of course a bit of your gratitude is due to your long time crush on the sweet, scruffy pilot. You can't help it, really. Who wouldn't fall for him?
The sound of footsteps draws you attention and your hand gravitates to your gun as you listen closer. You know the boys' walking patterns by heart, a trick you've learned after months of working together. You recognize the footsteps to be Santi's and you let your guard back down with a sigh.
"You good?" he asks, eyes flitting down to where your hand has just drawn away from your gun.
You nod, scooting aside in the shelter so he can get out of the rain. "Yeah, just thought you were cartel for a second."
"Alright, you're dismissed kid," he claps you on the shoulder before sitting down on the rock the lean-to was built around. "Get some sleep, we set out at dawn."
"Aye aye, Garcia," you respond with a grin.
"Hey," he calls out after you. "And no funny business in that tent, you hear me?"
You turn bright red, grateful for the darkness to hide it. Santi knows about your feelings, you had stupidly confided in him one night a few weeks ago when you were drunk off your ass. You don't exactly regret it, though. Santi's a good listener, and he knows Frankie better than just about anyone else. You flip him the bird before turning on your heel and popping up the hood of Frankie's coat, hurrying back to the tent.
When you duck inside you see by dim light that Frankie's up, leaning back on his palms with the blanket pooled around his waist. You can just barely see the glint of his dog tags outside his shirt, resting against his sturdy chest. Fuck, the things this man does to your heart.
"Santi woke me up," he tells you, but you can't find even the slightest hint of sleep in his warm voice.
"What'd he do, step on you?" you ask with a playful smile.
He shrugs in return as you crouch down beside him, rubbing your hands together. "Yeah, something like that."
You can feel his eyes on you as you pull off your mud drenched shoes. Your hands are shaking and the laces are giving you hell. "You're shivering," he observes, his tone gentle.
"No shit, 'Cisco," you reply, no real malice in your tone. You can never be mad at Frankie, he's too sweet. Even when he's done something to legitimately puss you off like steal your sandwich, when he throws that goddamn smile your way, you melt.
You finally get your boots off with a triumphant yelp and Frankie chuckles. You hear him shuffling around as you lay down, leaving a good few inches of space between you and him. But before you can even close your eyes, Frankie protests.
"Oh hell no, we are not doing this like Santi did. Come on, scooch closer." Your stomach flips when you move closer, your hand brushing his wrist. "Jesus! Your hands are like ice!"
"Sorry," you apologize, tucking your arm up against your body. It had only been an instant, but when your fingers had brushed his skin you could have cried at how warm he was.
"No, no, c'mere," he murmurs, his hand reaching over and landing on your waist. "I can't have you freezing to death."
Before you can protest, his strong hands have flipped you over so you're laying halfway on top of him. His chest is warm and sturdy underneath you, the smell of his cologne faint but present, and intoxicating as hell. You can't help but tense up as he finishes fixing the blanket over you.
His arms wrap around your back, holding you in place. "Relax," he murmurs, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "We're professionals-" "Professionals?" you echo with a small laugh.
"Yeah, professionals." You can hear the smile in his voice. "We can cuddle for warmth without any hard feelings, right?"
"Right…" you answer, but your voice is small. You're scared of how close he is, how easy it would be to get used to this.
"Sleep well," Frankie murmurs.
As nervous as you are, exhaustion begins to tug at your eyelids. You're slipping closer and closer to sleep with every passing second. The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you is so comforting, the embrace of his arms so warm. The effort to stay awake is nearly dizzying, and finally you give in.
Then, teetering on the edge of the cliff of unconsciousness, you feel it. Frankie's lips press against your forehead, gentle but firm. "I don't know what I'm gonna do with you sweetheart." You tense, and so does Frankie. "Fuck- I thought you were asleep."
You push yourself up onto your forearms, looking into his eyes in the dim light. He looks so small underneath you, so nervous. Nothing like the Frankie you know. Those deep brown eyes are wide, unblinking. They lock with yours. Neither of you are able to look away.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" he starts, but you shush him.
"Shut up Francisco, I liked it."
"You-" he's shocked, sitting up and leaning back on his palms. "You did? I didn't fuck things up?"
You sit up too, knees on either side of his thighs. Your hands come to rest on his chest and you can feel his heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt. "Yeah, I liked it."
"And… would you want me to do it again?" he raises an eyebrow, still clearly nervous. That's what you love so much about him. He's sweet, a true gentleman. That's what sets him apart. Any of the other boys would've already gone in for the kiss, no questions asked. But Frankie… he's different. He's a little quiet, a little reserved.
You reach out to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. "Yeah, I'd like that," you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. "And do it for real this time," you add with a smile.
"As you wish."
His lips meet yours, velvet soft and warm just like the rest of him. Your eyes close instantly and you bring your hand to the back of his neck, fingers playing with the hairs at his nape. The kiss is unlike any you could have ever imagined, gentle and sweet. You feel like, to him, you are precious.
End.
Tagging: @tinyphantomsalad
#francisco morales x reader#frankie 'catfish' morales x reader#frankie morales x reader#frankie morales#triple frontier#mags writes
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dude its like 3 am i think im just gonna drop my oc thing rn because its so hard to end things so im just like...leaving it as is sjldhkajscn also im too tired to be self conscious
uh content warning is like body horror, eye trauma based horror, smoking and thats about it i think. pretty standard stuff for jojos
also this kind of requires cioccolata and secco killing sorbet and gelato to be canon, even though its anime only and it makes no sense but dont worry about it jkdafhlklf also this is like almost 2500 words so idk kdfhjsalkjdnfa idk ill add tags and like an actual summary and shit when its not 3 amdjlfahd also i rly hope i didnt make anyone out of character and like...any of this makes sense GOD ill shut up now jdflsdnjas
Dead men tell no tales, but they send messages. Risotto learned that the hard way. The 36 frames of Sorbet sat in front of him, with Gelato’s corpse already stored in the mortuary chamber to the left. Gelato’s foresight was likely the only thing stopping there from being 72 frames. Casu Marzu appreciated that, it made her job easier if nothing else. She stood to Risotto’s left, estimating the amount of work it would take to have any kind of burial for Sorbet. Risotto was silent, and she gave him a moment. They could take some time before they had to get to any unpleasant business. After a minute, Risotto picked up the bonesaw from the table beside him, the sharp slide of metal on metal breaking the silence. Risotto would start at the top and Casu Marzu would start at the bottom, meeting each other halfway for the second time today.
Risotto stared at the saw in his hands, gripping the handle tightly. It was plain to see what he was thinking for once. The same tools used to tear Sorbet apart would help put him back together. Risotto stood there as Casu Marzu moved to the bottom end of the table, to frame number one.
“Hesitating won’t help him,” Casu Marzu said, leaning over the frame.
“Did you know this was going to happen?” Risotto asked. The identity of the actual culprit hung unspoken but understood between them.
“If I did, I would have suggested another method. That man has no respect for the dead.” Casu Marzu noticed movement in her periphery vision and looked up, meeting a set of scalpels directly at eye height. “Risotto. I know that’s not what you wanted to hear, but it’s the truth. I don’t lie and I don’t go back on my word,” Casu Marzu said, a cruel smile on her lips. “I’m no traitor.”
Searing pain erupted in Casu Marzu’s head as it jerked forward with the alien feeling of blood rushing to fill every vein in her face. She felt like her face was about to split open at the seams. The scalpels were less than a centimeter away now, filling up her vision. Casu Marzu quickly threw her hands up in surrender.
“Alright! I pushed my luck there, I got it! But if you want any chance of having an open casket, you want my eyes working!” Casu Marzu cried. She reached out with her Stand’s arm, gripping the scalpel in front of her left eye. It felt like she was wading against the current even doing that. “Risotto!”
“You’re provoking me. Why?”
“No reason for it.” Her head jumped half a centimeter closer. At this point, Casu Marzu was sure blinking would slice up her eyelids. “Jesus Christ!”
“Did the boss send you?”
“I sent myself.”
“You’re not lying that time. Not entirely.” Risotto lowered his arm, the right scalpel falling with it and clattering to the ground.
“Thank you. I was afraid I would have to ruin a good set of scalpels.” Casu Marzu rubbed her face, the blood flow returning back to normal. She grabbed the scalpel she had grabbed earlier and examined it before placing it back down gingerly. “So that’s your Stand? Iron? In and outside the body if what I felt was any indication. Can you try not to go for the face next time? I want to leave a prettier corpse than-”
“Was that your goal? Information?” Risotto interrupted.
“No. I told you, my goal is to help you. The only ulterior motive I have is getting the last word in and laying Sorbet and Gelato to rest. Whatever information you give up is of your own accord.” Surely you understand that, Casu Marzu thought.
“But it’ll all get back to the boss,” Risotto said solemnly.
“I report to him, so yes, if he asks I won’t lie.” Casu Marzu paused, weighing how much to give away. “But if you want me to swear something to you, we’ll be in a church tomorrow. Ask me then.”
“I never said you were invited to the funeral.”
“Would you deny me a chance to see how my handiwork is received?” Casu Marzu asked, picking up frame number one, a pair of dark translucent arms overlaying her own. Without any apparent outside force, the formalin began to decay, melting and breaking off into chunks. The scent became even sharper and more unpleasant. Casu Marzu let the tip of Sorbet’s toes fall onto the operating table in a heap. “At least he’s preserved already. Bastard did half the job for me, even if I’m gonna have to sew him up.”
“You’re showing me your Stand?” Risotto asked.
“I suppose I am.” Casu Marzu smiled slightly. “We’re even now, aren’t we? I’ll even forget that you attacked me.”
“What are you playing at?”
“I’m trying to get a job done, nothing more. Death Grips is just more precise than a bonesaw. Speaking of which, I would appreciate it if you started on your end. The more you cut off the less of a hassle it’ll be for me.”
Relieved for the break in the exhausting conversation, Risotto started earnestly sawing off chunks of formalin. He did his best to avoid Sorbet’s agonized eyes. The two of them worked up and down the frozen slabs of Sorbet’s body. Casu Marzu organized the freed pieces of Sorbet, lining them up to be sewn back together. The frames melted away one by one, and soon Sorbet’s legs were free again. Risotto was slower, methodically shaving down the frames and setting them aside. When an uneasy peace had settled between them through the steady progress they had made, Casu Marzu spoke up again.
“Tell me about them,” she said, working on the frames around Sorbet’s midsection.
“No. This is a job and nothing else. You said it yourself. Don’t pester me any more,” Risotto said quietly.
“You’re dressed for mourning, but this isn’t the wake. You don’t have to be so tight-lipped. And you could be forgiven for wanting to reminisce, you know.”
Risotto stayed silent, methodically sawing down the sides of the frames. Squares into rectangles, breaking Sorbet out more with every rotation. He spun them clockwise as he finished each side, Sorbet’s jaw twisting on an invisible neck as if he was an owl.
Casu Marzu pressed harder, moving a few frames ahead. “You know, I’d say he was alive up until about here-”
“Don’t,” Risotto said darkly. Casu Marzu kept her finger on the slab containing a slice of Sorbet’s chest, the bottom two chambers of his heart. The tools around them started to rattle, and Casu Marzu finally backed down. They worked in silence for a few minutes, Casu Marzu sneaking glances at Risotto as he glared at the frames he worked on. The sound of rhythmic sawing became unbearable, Casu Marzu opened her mouth to speak but Risotto beat her to it. “They were the first two I recruited for my team.” It was a measured response. Not emotionless, but guarded, giving up as little information as possible. Information that was easy to find and harmless enough on its own. He sounded resigned, he knew he would be forced to suffer this conversation.
“Were you friends?” Casu Marzu asked.
Risotto didn’t speak. A complete non-starter then, Casu Marzu decided. Risotto was too afraid to give an answer that would be used against him.
“How long did you work together then?” Bring emotions out of it.
“A year… year and a half on our own until we recruited Ghiaccio. I’m sure you already know this,” Risotto said.
“I’m sure I do.”
“Then you have no reason to ask,” Risotto said, gritting his teeth.
“I like to talk while I work,” Casu Marzu remarked.
“Stop lying to me. Why are you really here?”
“You’ve received the boss’ message already. Why would he send me?” Casu Marzu asked breezily.
“He wants to know what I know, that much is obvious,” Risotto said.
Casu Marzu smiled. “Perhaps.
you know anything?”
“No.”
“That was a bit too quick, Risotto. Have you been practicing your responses? You should be, make sure they don’t sound as stilted as that,” Casu Marzu prodded.
“I have nothing to
I knew nothing about this,” Risotto said, gripping the bonesaw tightly.
“Make sure they don’t sound that defensive, either,” Casu Marzu replied, smirking.
“Are you trying to
me into talking?”
“Only if it works.”
“Then you’re wasting your time,” Risotto said.
“Because it won’t work or because you know nothing?” Casu Marzu asked.
“I told you. They didn’t tell me anything,” Risotto responded, with a particularly harsh slide forward with the bonesaw.
“So Sorbet and Gelato died for nothing?”
Risotto’s eyes narrowed. “I’m giving you one chance to take that back before I kill you,” he said slowly.
“It seems like frustrating you works very well. You should keep that in mind,” Casu Marzu said smugly. Risotto scowled, slowly tightening his fist. “Wait! I respect your skills, Risotto, but you should really think through killing me. You can hide my body as well as you’d like, but it won’t matter if the boss knows you’re the last person I saw. You’ve gotta weigh that risk.”
“I can make sure you never talk again,” Risotto said. Casu Marzu felt a scratching at the back of her throat, slowly rising upwards.
“That’s twice as suspicious,” Casu Marzu coughed out, her voice hoarse. “The boss knows if I ever shut up it's because someone attacked me. Not that you would. I’m sure whatever’s happening to my throat is completely unrelated to everything you said. But if it was, I’d stop it now before anything else happens.”
“Then take back what you said.”
“You have no power to negotiate here, but…” Casu Marzu stopped smiling, letting the mask drop. “It’s true, Sorbet and Gelato didn’t die for nothing. I’m sorry. And I am genuinely here to give them the burial they deserve. I’m here to help. Because you’re vulnerable right now, Risotto. More than you realize, if you keep jumping to attack me. You’re scrambling to exert as much power as you can right now and that’s dangerous.”
“That’s the first thing you’ve said that sounded remotely genuine.”
“I know!” Casu Marzu said brightly, smiling again. “Well, I certainly need a smoke break after that. How about you, Risotto?” Casu Marzu asked, reaching into her jacket pocket and offering him the pack. Risotto refused to respond. “Suit yourself. I’m sure I can trust you to stay with the body for a few minutes,” she said, waving dismissively as she walked away. She went up the basement stairs and through the dreary grey mortuary hallways until she reached the front doors. Sunlight spilled in through the frosted windows on the double doors. Casu Marzu pushed one of them open with one hand and pulled her phone out with the other. She dialed quickly, and the person on the other end of the line picked up just as quickly.
“Doppio? Yeah, it’s me. Sorry, I know I sound different, it’s the cigarettes.” Casu Marzu said. “Yes, I know smoking will kill me.” She pulled out her compact, opening it up and glancing at her face before angling it to reflect the doors she came out of. God, Risotto did a number on me, I’m gonna have to start using more foundation, she thought. Red spider veins had spread across her face like cracks in a broken mirror. The aftermath of Risotto’s attack was going to be a bitch to hide. “Yeah, I’m still here,” Casu Marzu said, realizing she had spaced out for a second. “Risotto knows nothing. Sorbet and Gelato acted entirely on their own, and they likely didn’t find anything. But his weakness is caring too much, I told you the corpses would expose that.” She paused, listening intently. “No, I didn’t see his Stand. But I’m attending the service tomorrow, I’ll report anything I find. Yes. Goodbye.” Casu Marzu ended the call and snapped her compact shut. Bastard never even came out, she thought, thought he’d like to hear. Thought I made it obvious I wanted him to.
“So, you’re covering up information for me,” Risotto’s voice asked.
“Hm?” Casu Marzu looked around, seeing no sign of him. “When did you come out? How much did you hear?”
“Enough.”
“Wow, I can’t believe I let anything slip,” Casu Marzu said flatly, a smile on her face.
“Why risk lying like that?” Risotto asked, his voice now directly behind Casu Marzu. She whirled around to face him, hands instinctively raised to block. She lowered them when she saw Risotto casually leaning against the doorframe. Trying to recover, Casu Marzu smoothed out her suit jacket and smiled again.
"I never lied. I didn't see your Stand. And who’s to say I wasn’t covering it up because I knew you were there? Who’s to say I simply won’t tell the boss later? Don't think I'm betraying anyone on your behalf. Besides, isn't it fun to know something someone else doesn't? Maybe that's the simple reason Sorbet and Gelato acted alone. Maybe it wasn’t to protect you at all."
Risotto glared at her. "Stop speaking about them. You didn't know them."
“And there's my point. You’re provokable, Risotto, work on that. You’re going to have to face tougher questions than anything I asked you today and you have to be prepared. That’s
message to you. The hitman team is in a precarious situation right now, and if you slip up I’m the one who will have to clean you all up. And I don’t want to do that.”
“You’re lying again.”
“You’re right. I won’t be the one to clean you up,” Casu Marzu sighed bitterly. “You look surprised, if I’m not imagining things. I told you earlier I want the last word in over my… teammate.” Casu Marzu grimaced. “And I don’t get that if you fuck up again. But I have faith in you.”
“Do you want me to be thankful? To owe you some kind of favor?” Risotto spat. “You haven’t told me anything I didn’t already know.”
“The only favor you could offer me would be to stay alive, at least until the boss reins in that bastard. He’s chomping at the bit to exterminate the rest of your team. And I’m sure neither of us want him to get what he wants. Other than that? I don’t really care.”
Risotto looked up at the sky. “Aright,” was the only thing he said.
“That’s it?” Casu Marzu asked. Risotto didn’t respond. Casu Marzu looked up at the sky too. It was cloudless, the sun shining brightly over the two of them. “I hope the funeral goes well.”
“You’re not coming?”
“You didn’t invite me,” Casu marzu said, smiling. “I’ll let you lay them to rest in peace. They deserve that much.”
“They do.”
#ahhh the formatting got fucked uppppp#why does every site hate indents#uh anyway yeah take this hopefully it makes any sense#casu marzu
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I honestly think Everyone has issues in like... distinguishing c!creator, cc!creator, and then the person behind that persona. like, on the whole technocord is great (I mean I only vibe in king pig because the rest of you scare me but shhh). but I just saw someone call tommy a rat, and talk about how they can't stand him and im like 🧍🧍🧍
yall realize irl tommy isn't like that and bashing on who he is as a person isn't cool right? you can say you don't like his character but to say that he, tommy himself, makes everything worse like.... you get how fucked up that is right???
and then apply it to philza too! it's established that sbi is a dynamic that exists outside of the smp (please, please I want nonsmp sbi dynamics please, I just wanna go to the tag and see non smp stuff because the found family is there but not in the smp please-)
like, people are always like "if not family why brother," which is funny, or it was, but like... thats because the creators themselves have that dynamic, not their characters. and hell, who even knows what they're like off camera. we know Crumbs but thats it.
but those cc things impact their characters because the audience skews so young and some of them are.... I dont wanna say stupid because that's mean but I also just woke up and its 1am and im feeling bitchy because actual tommy bashing is what I woke up to so im feeling mean. they just can not seem to understand that this is rp and they are playing characters. those characters do not have the same dynamic as the creators. this is why techno rejects the family canon and im actually so happy for it.
like, I get they blur the lines themselves sometimes okay, I know. but at the same time, please, p l e a s e, if I see one more person hate on the creator for an assumption the audience made about their character, or just the characters actions, im just gonna go on another blocking spree -tiny
Tiny ur spittin fire
I absolutely do not respect anyone who digs at ths creators themselves n like. Especially in technocord but also Anywhere its Always tommy n jus
Ppl aint Required to like a person or their content. But as soon as ppl r bashing on tommy for being 'a child' or some other fuckery i jus Cant give a shit bout anythin else that person says
The smp characters n rp have Seriously taken over ppls perceptions n like. Ideas of the cc's content and Themselves sooooo much we really see it in sbi n how Adamant ppl want that whole family dynamic on the smp n shit like. Even when it Obviously dont work and Frankly Dont Need To Be There
N ya sometimes its hard to tell rp and the ccs jus Doin They Thing but like. Jesus christ. Ppl need to chill
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1, 2, 3, 5, 15, 16 c:
I hate you for this, Zaylee TwT
What's your favorite tickle tool?
Its gotta be... probably claws. Those are so bad for me
2. Favorite Ler? (Tag them if you dare~)
Jesus christ, im gonna get clowned by them TwT
@flufflover7 (YOU, SPECKLED, ARE SO TEASY AND MERCILESS)
@sweetvanillalolita (V, you know why)
@xxxmonterodapunk (Montero, your such a teasy boy)
@amandatheartlover (... I dont even need to explain for ya Angie TwT)
@ashwasfound (YOU ARE MERCILESS ISTG)
3. Favorite Lee? (Tag them if you dare~)
Oh ho ho~ I have quite a few
@flufflover7 (You, when your not a ler, are such a cute Lee)
@amandatheartlover (Those squeals of yours are so cute!)
@xxxmonterodapunk (Squealy bby boy~)
@yourlocalzayzay (Two words. Squealy Piglet)
@ashwasfound (Cute squealer~)
@peachie-cottage (Always wanting to get wrecked ^^)
5. A spot that gets you squealing?
Istg if ANYONE attacks me here, your dead.
Its my stomach
15. What do you love about the Lees you know?
I love how all of 'em have unique reactions to being tickled. They all are equally adorable
16. What do you love about the Lers you know?
I love how they all have different ways to tickle and tease me. Hate to admit it, but they all know how to get me flustered TwT
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its gonna be an oolong night
A/N: Yes, I’m still alive. This is for a character that literally nobody is familiar with, and I honestly don’t care at this point. He’s wonderful, attractive, and my god great character yes yes yes. Mat x reader.
Warnings: smut, oral sex (fem! receiving), major teasing, like more than usual for me, but somehow still soft like what the fuck
I also know that a lot is going on right now, fandom-wise, and here in the US.(i swear to god one of these days im just gonna start throwing hands at the police) (or just the world in general.) But here’s some smut to take your mind off that, at least for a few thousand words.
Tag List: @super-unpredictable98, @seanfalco, @seancekitsch, @bisexualnathanyoung, @neuroticpuppy, @misskittysmagicportal, @ghoulsbuddy, @magic-multicolored-miracle, @the-freckled-luba, @maerenee930
“Come on, it’s not that bad. It’s literally just a dosage cup full.” he said, leaning the small cup towards you. Mat was testing a new brew of coffee, one he made this time. Although you loved and trusted him, sometimes he didn’t have the best execution.
“Sir, you have no idea how much anxiety I’m gonna be having if I have like any of that.” you reply, slowly backing into the corner. You look around for any type of escape, and it seems as if the side door in the kitchen was the only option. As Mat dove forward, you spun to face the door, and placed a finger on the handle.
“One move and I’m gone sir. Not permanently of course, the dick’s too good, but you know I have places to be. Food to eat. Arson to commit.” you say, half-stern, foot inching towards the door.
“Ugh fine. At least I know that I’ve been fucking you right this entire time.” he replies, downing the coffee before throwing the small cup in the sink, walking towards you. The sun was out, and he was simply glowing in it. Especially after that work out with Craig, dear lord, that man was looking scrumdiddlyumptious.
“You always listen. I have no idea if it’s because of your anxiety, or that you drink your respect women juice every morning. But what can I say, you know your way around.” you mutter, letting him come from behind you in order to hug you.
“I don’t think I’d want it any other way. Finding the body’s secrets and enjoying them together. Are you purposely trying to get me to fuck you on the couch, because I will.” Mat whispered into your form. You could feel him press his hardness into you, and a few thoughts passed through your head.
Do I want this man to fuck my brains out? Yes/No
Am I going to have to clean the couch, bed, counter, and or kitchen table afterwards? Yes/No
Will he make/give me brownies afterwards? Yes/No
But I have work to do??? Do That First, And Let Him Tease You Through It/Ignore
“Okay, fine, I’ll let you fuck me afterwards. But you can tease me throughout, it’s always an option.” you mutter, turning around to see the half-smirk on his face.
“Oh, you’re going to struggle, mama.” he said, putting a record on, Keys of Life, as expected.
“We’ll see.”
And fucking see you did. You couldn’t get a fucking break from this man’s fucking hands. He was observing you while you folded laundry, and would purposely brush his hands with yours when you handed a new article of clothing to him. You were washing dishes practically attached at the hip. It took you a good hour to get all of the housework done. Of course, it would’ve gone much smoother if Mat wasn’t sitting on counters like a cat, mind, counters that you were trying to clean.
“Yay, you’re finally done!” Mat cheered, climbing towards you from the end of the bed, gently tugging your pants off. He kissed up your calves, and breathed in deeply once he got to your hips. He let the sigh out, and got to work on treasuring your legs and thighs.
You took a deep breath, and got distracted in thought for a moment. Mat always treated you like, well a queen. Waking up in the morning to cook before he goes down to the shop, and letting you try new recipes. He even let you go back into the kitchen to tour it once. Although, Pablo headbanging wasn’t what you intended on seeing. Nevertheless, you wouldn’t take it back for anything. Mat’s wonderful, and he made sure everything was as it should be. Well, most times at least. It gave you a warm, fuzzy feeling, and you came back to the realm of reality where Mat was finishing his rounds, fingers threading a trail to your underwear.
He also tugged those off, and without a second thought, your legs spread further, and Mat gently kissed along your slit, then using his fingers to separating your labia. Your head sat back on the pillow as his tongue made itself familiar with you once more. His hands came up to hold your hips to his face, and you had half a mind to squeeze his head with your thighs. Tiny, lewd noises filled the once-quiet space as Mat went to town on your pussy, like he hadn’t eaten in days (thats a lie, he ate you out during a work call the night before). His nose gently nudged your clit, and you gasped. He smiled against you as one of his fingers came to toy with it, rubbing gentle circles. You sighed at his touch, but then the fucker began teasing.
His tongue would get within centimeters of your clit before retreating back down. You were very tempted to reach down to hold his head where you wanted. You thought it out for 0.5 seconds before reaching down and gently pressing his head into your sex, adjusting your hips as to where they’re slightly off the bed. He looked up at you, glaring, as he let you have your way with his head...for the time being at least.
He lapped at your excretions, almost disgustingly so, but every noise that come from below further fueled the fire. The burning, aching fire in the pit of your gut that wanted nothing more than to absolutely be ruined by (or to ruin) your lover, as well as the bedsheets that you’d been occupying. For short moments of time, you focused on the feeling of his dreads on your thighs before another intrusion made you gasp out loud, making your hips stutter against Mat’s face, losing their up and down motion. Mat’s fingers were more than skilled at getting where they needed to be, and as you felt them (yes, them, he works quick) scissor into you. Your walls contracted when he moved his mouth over your clit, sucking roughly. Those fucking sounds drove you over multiple waves, but the big one was yet to arrive. You were getting extraordinarily close, and on extremely short notice. You couldn’t make head nor tail of Mat’s fingers or his tongue. All you knew was more and more pressure right where you wanted. The flat of his tongue just needed to move like an inch to the left-
oh jesus fucking christ~
Your legs squeezed around Mat’s face as you came, and you screamed to the heavens, head thrown back. Angelic, almost, except maybe God won’t let you in for this moment, right here in particular. Mat came back up with the bottom half of his face covered in slick, eyes blown with lust.
“Every time you properly give me an orgasm, I swear 5 extra years get added to my life.” you mumble, catching your breath.
“Mm, and well deserved. You taste so fucking good, I need even more time to cherish you.” he replied, shedding his shirt.
You admired him from your spot on the bed for a short moment before the sex gremlin in your brain leaned forward, urging you to kiss your partner. He reciprocated, and his arm found its way back around your body as the two of you made out. Mat’s hard-on pulsed against your thigh, even through those fucking boxers, you thought, as Mat detached from the kiss, moving his way to your neck. He nipped at a few spots, and kissed over your clavicle before finally taking off his last article of clothing, and you contracted once more upon realizing that this man, truly was yours. He wouldn’t be this tender and caring with anyone he found (on second thought, mans does have horrible anxiety, so-). But no, he usually wouldn’t eat out some stranger, then ask them what their favorite surprise flavors in cupcakes are. He wouldn’t carry them to bed after their day was too exhausting to even want to life another finger. He wouldn’t come over and smoke, and talk over records with just anyone.
“I know you’re thinking about something. Come on, my penis is a simple being, it’s not a deity.” Mat says, chuckling afterwards.
“Right... let me just call the pp doctor real quick. In reality, I was thinking about how good you are to me. But please, do feel free to stick it in, I’m waiting sir.” you reply, letting Mat line himself up before he gently sheathed himself in you, causing your head to tip back once more. Mat also let out a beautiful, guttural noise of his own, furthering your own want for him to fuck your brains out.
Mat gently pulled back before starting a decent pace, making sure to let you adjust where needed, and tucking his head into your neck. You looked over to his back, and stare at his ass before deciding to actually focus on the pleasure you were experiencing in that moment. Your hands rested on his back as you gently clenched and unclenched, thinking of nothing more than being absolutely wrecked and fucked out by Mat, letting your thoughts wander to the dirtiest, most filthy parts of your brain. Once you were done practically creaming at the thought of being ruined, Mat groaned against your neck. He was almost whimpering, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his muscles gleamed in the sunlight, which peeked through the blinds.
You just so happened to look down at where Mat was slamming into you, and it was such a wonderful thing to see. There was cream practically streaming out of you, and the spot underneath you was soaked, a good sized puddle of release surrounding your bottom. Mat wasn’t even fully pulling out anymore. That didn’t even matter though, he just felt so good. Too fucking good. The sound of him fucking you into the mattress was so good. So much better than the toy in the bedside drawer. It worked wonders, true, but my god, Mat did you so well. Could never hold candle to him. Mat was getting louder, and the almost full-bladder feeling built inside of you, but that was for another time. Although, the sheets can’t possibly be ruined any further. Anyway, Mat was about to fucking mating press you into the goddamn mattress.
You clenched, and gasped loudly as Mat hit that one spot. The definite, all-in spot that made you see stars when tapped correctly. Your nails dug into Mat’s back, much to his liking, and he drilled you into the mattress, legs held by his hands, and all thoughts thrown out of the window. He was openly praising you, how good and tight you felt, and how he wanted to *shudders* fill you up while he gently, but somehow so roughly made love to you. A few more loud moments passed, and you ground your hips upwards, making sure that somehow, you remained dominant in your own sense. Mat sped up impossibly, hips moving like a blur into you. He reached his end, and cried out, hips pressed directly into yours as he came. His eyes were closed, but he looked so fucking good, head thrown back, chest glistening with sweat. He collapsed next to you, breathing heavily. You contemplated getting up, but Mat always got a smidge clingy after his orgasms, so you were you wrapped your arms around him, in an odd sideways hug. Minutes passed, and you were fighting sleep, and resisting the urge.
Once you were almost out, you heard a muffled noise from besides you.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” you muttered. Mat moved his head from the pillow and said something very honest.
“I want you to sit on my face. You didn’t get a chance to orgasm again, and I want you to have as lovely of a experience as I did.” he replied, and you were a deer in headlights for a moment. A very aware deer, but like sir, I need some reference. Don’t tell me to pop, lock, and drop it on your face right after I just held my legs in one spot for like 30 minutes.
“Fucking get to it then.” you purred, hips hovering above his face
He waited only seconds to begin absolutely devouring you, nose buried in your pussy. You barely even had to move your hips, as was getting into every spot you needed him to perfectly. His tongue seemed to move a mile a minute, getting all of the best places it could find. You were afraid of what was to happen if he was too quick. Poor thing would need a good five minutes of warning. You fully let go of the tension in your body, and let Mat work his magic, hands holding onto your ass extremely tight, sure to leave bruises.
You screamed when he landed a slap to your ass, harder than usual, and you were just moments away from another wonderful climax. At this moment in time, you wished that you had a mirror on the top of your bed, so that way, you could see everything. It would be so perfect for so many tender moments in time. Or less tender, more rough and “chile, we shoulda got the roast out at 4:45, but it’s 5:25 moments”
Your brain just go happened to think about looking down, and Mat’s blissed out face, mildly flushed in comparison to other moments. You moved your hips just one touch to the right, and it caused you to orgasm on his face. Quite messily for an observer’s eye. Yeahhh, you should’ve warned him about that. Mat wiped his face off, and smiled, kissing your thigh as you fell to the opposite side of the bed. You laughed it off, and almost immediately knocked out.
“You could’ve told me about that, y’know.” Mat said, the next morning. He was brushing his teeth, and preparing to open The Coffee Spoon up for the morning.
“It would’ve ruined the fun. Who doesn’t like a bit of spice added to their coffee, hmm?” you retorted, watching as his eyes drifted over to yours in a somewhat happy, somewhat “oh my god, the fucking nerves of that pun” way.
No matter, because there would be a lot more surprises where that came from.
Mat, for reference:
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alright dudes. I’m emotional, what can i say? it’s post lady time and coming back here with all the positivity you’re giving me it’s GOD DAMN it gets to me. And guys i do NOT appreciate you all enough. so freaking watch me. b l o o d y watch me.
ready? coz this is gonna be big and probably hella annoying for all of y’all but watch me do it anyway
ALRIGHT LETS BEGIN!
@approved-by-dentists Clarissa god dammit. I freaking love you dude. You’re god damn hilarious and you brighten my day. I’m not even kidding. I LOVE YOU 😡💘 your writing is perfect, your beta reading is to die for, you are ✨ amazing ✨
@im-a-writer-right Ria i love you. You’re my affectionate drinking buddy and one day, we will be in sync. you’re so freaking supportive and i love it. Your shit posts are hilarious and gah you’re so funny. I love your writing and you’re hella goofy and i live for it.
@dreamer821 jesus did someone say the sweetest piece of pie? because good lord that is what you are! Girl i am here to remind you of how amazing you are no matter how much i gotta say it. I love you and appreciate you AND your incredible writing sweetie!
@firewhisky-kisses omg ITS YOUR NUMBER 1 FAN HYPING YOU UP! bruh, talk about an underrated blog. I can’t even like? bruh i bloody love you and the positivity you spread. your FO DAMN reblogs give me life!!!!!
@remibarnes22 hey sweetie! been a while but i love you and your chaotic energy! god damn you’re soooo sweet!!! ily girl! 🥺
@kitkatd7 boo, ily! your writing? chefs kiss. You’re so sweet and supportive and UGH you’re amazing!!!!! basically for me, you were there from the beginning and i can’t thank you enough!
@masterofthedarkness hey boo :))) you’re just the sweetest little thing with these huge bursts of chaos and i bloody love for it! you’re like that mom friend who’s hilarious and ends up in the shit with all her friends anyway. Ugh anyway, i adore you and you’re writing and you’re growing 🥺 as you should be!
@leahstypewriter omg boo, we’re new to talking but you seem freaking AWESOME! gah i can’t wait to learn more about you! and your writing is incredible you need and deserve way more credit for that!
@potterverseimagine BOO omg you’re so awesome! gah you’re like so supportive and positive and you make this community so much brighter! And your writing is so adorable like holy crap the fluff content is to die for!
@chaotic-fae-queen hey boo! gah i’ve been so flakey lately, sorry bout that! but omg i love you and how the heck you balance all your writing and original ideas and fandoms and uni is incredible! You are a m a z i n g! Ily sweets 💘
@dearspacepirates OMG my first tumblr friend. I love you honey, i’m rooting for you in the hollywood universe. SHUT IT DOWN WITH YOUR TALENT! can’t wait to see you on the big screen and walking those red carpets honey!
@harrysweasleys wth you’re so sweet and wholesome and i will never get over that. You’re writing talent is out of this world and I STAN! share the talent 🥺
@peachesandpinks HOLY GOD DAMN CRAP! this site would be darker without you. You’re just a little ray of sunshine and i can’t even 🥺 you and your writing are wonderful GAH! I LOVE YOU SWEETIE!
@lunar-nonnie to my nonnie who brightens my day with every interaction. I love you sweetie, MWAH! keep spreading that positivity!
- and i’m just gonna give some appreciation to all those that i don’t interact with as often but still appreciate.
@summer-writes you’re a god damn queen.
@summergoldenrze omg you’re so fun! i’m still waiting for us to get into Edinburgh.
@teheharrypotter you seem god damn awesome! like hella living for your energy, i love it!
@lupins-sweater omg you’re so sweet! i love talking to you, it’s so engaging and interesting!
@with1love1anu god damn nothing can bring you down and i am here. for. it. you’re amazing and i love your supportiveness.
@bl597 you just don’t get enough credit for how sweet and talented you are!
@cap-n-stuff haven’t talked a lot but you seem amazing!!! from what i’ve read of yours, it doesn’t stop there! QUEEN!
@eleven-times-lively hey :) i don’t think we’ve hardly talked apart from on the gc but hi i appreciate you <3
@kalimagik you’re so talented what the actual heck??!?!??
@fablesrose omg hey boo! you’re awesome and i love seeing you on my dash <3
@johnmurphyisbisexual hey!!! you’re so positive and i hope no one ever gives you a reason not to be! you are amazing and never forget it :)
@iliveiloveiwrite hiiii! it’s been a while but omg i love your writing! i know i’ve been behind, but i will not waste anytime catching up! QUEEN!
@lokis-amazing-fighting-skills eheheh hello!!! i love your writing and i adore talking to you! gah you’re so fun to talk to 🥺
@marauderswhisperer boo! hey girl hey! how are you hunny? been a little while! don’t ever forget that you are incredible and your writing is amazing, sweetie <3
@hufflefluff-writer omg you’re amazing wth? writing, personality, vibe, aesthetic, all of it. I love it!!!!!!
@parker-potters we don’t talk a whole lot but i appreciate you and love seeing when you’ve tagged me in some of your amazing writing!
@mischiefsemimanaged HEY SWEETIE! i love you and stay strong and positive! I hope you continue to thrive, honey!
@nebulablakemurphy again, hello! really don’t think we’ve interacted much other than the gc, but! i’ve been meaning to binge your masterlist 🥺 ugh anyway, just- i appreciate you!
@slytherinquill HEY!! i’m getting to your series, i promise. Anyway, you’re awesome! genuinely amazing.
@mysterioustruffle you’re adorable and amazing and i stan. i freaking stan!
@theweasleysredhair screamed when you followed me. You’re amazing, your writing is impeccable. I god damn STAN!
@ickle-ronniekins never met anyone who can write this twins as wonderfully as you. It’s freaking amazing. AND YOURE SO SWEET!
@thou-crusty-batch-of-nature YOIRE SO SWEET AND DESERVE SO MUCH MORE CREDIT ILY!
@willowbleedsonpaper omg sweetie! you’re amazing, you’re so awesome! i love how sweet you come across, it’s wholesome.
@slytherinwriter618 omg boo! you’re so amazing, as is your writing (which so sorry i’m behind on) and ugh keep being WONDERFUL!
@emyyjemyy god damn you’re just a bundle of joy and i love wheneve we interact! you’re such a sweetie!
@poppin-potter ugh you seem like such a sweetie and aww so squishy 🥺 you’re amazing!
sorry for the hella long post and the spam but also i’m not. Ya’ll deserve more love and appreciation and i hope i’ve given you some! MWAH TO YOU ALL!
(i know i’ve missed some, just know if you’re reading this, i love you)
#lena vents#appreciating you all#is something i need to do more#i love you#so much#its#just#yeah#MWAH#🥰🥰🥰
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