#Darlin and Angel are ride or die

[tumbletaker]

Darlin: This is a crazy idea. Insane. Stupid. It doesn’t make any sense Angel: …so you’ll do it? Darlin: For you? Of course

#Darlin and Angel are ride or die #redacted #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fanfic #redacted headcanons #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted angel #redacted shaw pack #incorrect redacted quotes

[redeyerhaenyra]

Steven's been bad...

Summary: Steven's been a bad boy. You punish him. And then take care of him afterwards :)

Warnings: Smut, fem reader, mommy/mummy kink, sub/bratty Steven, reader doesn't cum, meandom!reader, cbt, spanking with a riding crop, usage of the words "manwhore" "slut", Steven gets his balls spanked, yeah reader is very mean in this one, but dw there is some BOMB aftercare, subspace Steven, separation anxiety Steven, no beta we die like harrow, let me know if I've missed anything!

Notes: I really needed to get some anger off my chest can you tell? Lmao.

Wc: 2.5k

Steven’s eyes were wide. "Darlin' 'm sorry, shouldn't have said that I know, please love-" A glare from you cut him off, and he whimpered. You were fuming.

He had been such a fucking brat, you were through with it. The fire in your eyes was clear that begging for mercy would not work this time...

Seething was your gaze, it forced Steven to stare at the floor. "Oh you're sorry? You're sorry??" You brought your hand forward, and dug your nails into Steven's cheeks;

"Get on your knees and open your fucking mouth."

His eyes go wide, and you can see the fear pool in his pupils. The feeling of your nails digging into his cheeks stings almost delightfully. A part of him wants to do as he's told.

And so he does. Steven does as he's told, lowers himself to his knees in front of you and obediently opens his mouth. Patiently he waits, for whatever punishment you have in store for him.

You gather up saliva in your mouth, roughly spitting into Steven's open one, in a show of possession and dominance.

"Swallow it all."

Steven does as he's told and swallows immediately. He's trembling slightly, and moans as he feel it go down his throat. He's not used to you being this dominant, but then again... he's never been this much of a brat before. He likes it. He feels his jeans become a little too tight.

You hum at the sight, somewhat satisfied by Steven's obedience.

"I would call you a good boy, but you're not very good, are you?"

Suddenly, you push one of your stiletto heels into Steven's groin He gasps in pain when the stiletto heel is pushed into his groin. It hurts, but there's something about it that's pleasing, and Steven finds himself grinding up into the pressure of it. "No...I'm not...momma." He whimpers, but he's still being brave and not crying.

"Ohohoh, you think you'll impress me by not crying? Huh? Want me to think your mummy's brave boy?"

You cruelly press your heel down further. "Cry for me, come on, fucking cry, filthy little boy."

He cries out, and sniffles. Tears fill in his eyes so cutely, but he bit his lip in an effort to halt himself from breaking down into tears. "M...momma...your heel hurts...so good," he whimpers. Steven's body is trembling, and his dick twitches in his pants, you feel the heat of it through your shoe. "I-I'm...I don' wanna cry...I'm not a baby...I'm your man," he says, scared, but it feels so good.

You laugh in his face. "Oh really? Men don't argue with their girlfriends like that. You really hurt my feelings, yeah? Only baby boy's do that. And mummy is going to treat you like her baby boy until you learn to behave."

You finally withdraw your heel from his crotch, he sighs in relief, but also whines pathetically from the loss of pressure.

"S-sorry, 'm sorry," he whimpers. Steven would never have considered you dominating him in such a way would feel so good. Being treated like a naughty boy, who needs to be disciplined by momma.. it drove him wild.

You sigh, looking down upon the mess of which you've made of your boyfriend. As Steven looks back up at you, he thinks to himself how angelic you look. In a soft show of affection, letting him know he was still safe and loved, you extend your hand and help Steven up to his feet, walking him to the nearest table.

"Bend over for me."

He whimpers and does as he's told, bending over the nearest table and waiting, not knowing what's coming. But he'll do anything for you. He's your baby boy.

"Stay." You command, exiting the room to fetch something Steven can't see, and even though you return soon enough, with Steven falling deeper into subspace, he feels a sense of anxiousness of you not being with him. He doesn't disobey, staying right where you left him, but he finds himself whining quietly for your return.

Once you do, you quickly pull down Steven's jeans and boxers down his legs in one go, exposing his cute bum to the cold air. A lithe, leather thing was ran slowly up his skin. A riding crop. "How many do you think you deserve, hm?"

He's shaking. His body is ecstatic and his mind is filled with thoughts of you and the pleasure that he knows he's about to feel. Steven’s cock is already leaking in anticipation, dribbling pre onto the floor. You were right, he was not a good boy. He looks back at you, eyes big and shiny; "I deserve everything, momma...please hurt me...I've been awful," he whimpers, but he's smiling at you. Little fucking brat. He wants it to hurt? He wants pain? He'll get it.

You hum, disguising your annoyance. Once, you spank him with riding crop.

"That's true... how about I spank you until I feel better, yes?"

Steven shivers and whines when you spank him. The pain is harsh, and hot, but it feels just so good. He wants more. "Y-yes! Please...just as much as you want to give me," he moans. He bites his lip, as pain-filled as the spankings are, they twist inside him, transforming into pleasure that runs deep to his cock, throbbing with every hit. You free hand rests on the small of his back, a small comfort as you continue to spank him, making sure none of his rear end was spared. You even spanked his tight rim, and his balls. You really were pissed.

He moans loud with each, swift stroke. Each one pushes him further and further toward climax. It hurts, so much, but it's just so damn good. He begs for more hits, each one feeling just as spine-tingling as the last. "More...please, mummy', more."

"You fucking manwhore- it's not supposed to he enjoyable." You hit his balls harder with the riding crop, only now noticing how hard Steven's cock had gotten.

"Slut. Is this supposed to make mummy feel that you're taking your punishment? Huh? Getting hard? Your little tiny dick all red and leaky, huh?"

Steven isn't sure what to feel. Half of him is full of shame, hoping you wouldn't have noticed. The other half is just so bubbly with pleasure, that he doesn't even care. The brattiness in him wants to smirk and piss you off, so that you'll spank him even harder. Instead, he choses the route he thinks will sate your lusting anger. Steven is nothing if not a people pleaser. "I...mumma, I'm sorry...I really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, 'm sorry-" He just keeps whimpering, poor thing. It's so embarrassing to be turned on by this. But he loves it at the same time.

You growl. But, you become more willing to forgive him. Finishing your spanks, Steven's rear now red and raw, as well as his hole, and his balls. You leans forward to kiss each of his buttcheeks, wrapping your arms around him from behind, teasingly inching your hands closer to his leaking member.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

Steven whimpers and moans as you kiss him. He can never escape your love, and he doesn't want to. His eyes roll back and he lets out a little shriek of excitement when your hands draw near to his now painfully hard dick.

"M...mummy',felt so good. I've learned, I promise I've learned," he says, trembling uncontrollably, but he's still smiling.

You hum, once again, still not yet gracing him by touching his cock.

"And what lesson was that? What did you learn not to do?"

"I'm...sorry for what I said. I hurt your feelings...I won't ever do it again," he mumbles. He's happy to apologize for anything if it means that you will keep holding him in your arms. He feels so lucky.

You nod slowly. Finally grasping his length, thumbing the sensitive tip and dragging your hand up and down to create pleasurable friction. Steven keened, leaning into your hand, revelling in the feeling of your thumb teasing his length. You're so gentle now, so sweet with him. His tears flow freely this time, and you lean around him to kiss them away, secure in knowing that they are tears of finally having his sensitive cock touched properly. You kissed his cheek, and your grip got tighter and faster, and due to already being so sensitive, Steven reached his climax quickly, spurting himself all over the floor, simpering and moaning, knees almost bucking underneath him. It took a few moments longer for him to finish cumming, and there was so much of it! Shining wetly on the floor. What a messy little boy. You gently coax him through it though, knowing that at this point he'd be too far gone into subspace to look after himself properly.

Your voice was soft now, your eyes weren't firey anymore, only warm and soothing. "Let's get you into bed baby boy, yeah?"

His face is soaked with tears. You're right, he's deep in subspace. But he's never felt so loved, and so thankful to be loved.

He nods up at you. "Yes mama.." Poor steven can barely even stand on his own two feet. He's so exhausted and worn out now.

"Please, take me," he whimpers. "I need you, mama.."

You can't help smiling at him. "Come on baby, you did so well. Mummy's so proud of you." Gently, you lead Steven to your shared bed, laying him down. Quickly, you grab some wet wipes and rash cream from the bathroom, trying your hardest to not drop everything and return to him when you hear his pained whines for you to come back. You do come back as fast as you can, cleaning up his messy cock, and apologising for how cold it the wet wipe was, then turning him over, and rubbing a thin layer of sudocrem onto his sore bum, to sooth the pain the riding crop had inflicted. Soon you'd removed Steven's sweat covered shirt aswell, and replaced it with some comfy pajamas for him to wear. Finally, you tucked him into bed, kissing his forehead.

He had moaned when the cold wet wipe ran across his length, but your touch felt so nice, he's able to overlook the coldness. You make sure he's comfortable, that he's clean and safe. And when you tuck him in and kiss his forehead, a whimper of relief exits his body. You're going to take care of him and love him forever, and that just makes him so happy.

You sit on the bed next to him, and he looks up you softly, his eyes filled with adoration. "Baby, I need to go clean the kitchen for a moment, okay? But mumma's gonna be right back, okay honey?"

He whimpers out a positive response... but then his mind races.. what if you just disappeared? What if you never come back? Afterall, he's just a little baby, who needs his mumma.

"W-Will you come right back, mummy?" He mumbles quietly, his voice filled with desperation and anxiousness.

"Of course baby boy, in fact-" You reach under the bed, "I got my baby boy a little something for just such an occasion."

In your hands you now hold a cute, fluffy Teddy bear. "He's for you, baby. You can name him whatever you like, and whenever you need mummy, and she's not there, you can hold him instead, ok baby?"

Steven's sparkly eyes go wide. You got him a teddy bear? Just for him? He's such a lucky little boy! He's wants to say "thank you so much," but all that comes out is a happy whine. You've given him the best gift. He's going to be okay. Even when you're not here, he'll be okay. Because he's got his teddy bear.

You kiss Steven's head again. "Good boy baby, I'll be right back."

Before you go, you hear a soft noise from Steven. He cuddles his new teddy bear tightly, trying very hard to stay calm and not cry for you to stay. He's still in subspace, but he's trying. As he waits patiently for you return, steven stares up at the ceiling. He wonders where you are... but he still doesn't leave the bed. He wants to stay where you put him. That's what a good little boy does. He waits, and he's patient. And he's so very, very happy to have his teddy bear.

It's hard for you to leave him, but you do, letting Steven snuggle up with his new toy. It only took a couple minutes to wipe up Steven's spend from the floor- but you had another thing planned, inadvertently leaving Steven alone for longer than you intended.

Luckily you weren't gone for too many minutes more. You returned, bearing a tray of soothing warm tea and biscuits, and you set it on the bedside table. "Come here baby, you don't have to drink it all but have a little sip of tea for Mummy, ok?"

Steven sits up, and he takes the smallest sips of his tea. His teddy bear sits next to him, and he pets it as he drinks. He makes sure to obey you and drink his tea. He doesn't want to be a bad boy, not now at least.

You didn't expect him to, but finishes all of his tea, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "I-I drank the tea for you. Was that good, mummy?"

You stroke his dark curls. "Yes, good boy. I'll leave the biscuits here on the side, you can some whenever you like okay? But if you want to have a little nap now, that's ok too."

Finally, you climb into bed next to him, Steven noting how tired you looked aswell. Domming could be tiring too.

He nods happily at you, and he looks to the tray of biscuits. He'd like some, but not right now. He lays back down, and gets comfortable, cuddling his teddy bear.

"Mmm...mummy, can I keep my teddy bear in bed with me? You know...so I don't get lonely or anythin'," he murmurs, his voice soft. Poor baby doesn't want to be difficult, but a teddy bear is a very important thing for a little boy.

You chuckle. "Of course you can baby boy," you say, wrapping your arms around Steven as he nuzzled himself into your breasts.

"Mumma's so proud of you baby boy."

"Thank you, mummy," he says, nuzzling in to you further, his face buried in your chest. " 'm glad you're proud of me..."

Steven makes himself as comfortable as possible, and as he does, he relaxes. He's exhausted. All of the spanking, and the tea, and the comfort...it's finally starting to catch up with him. "I'm so..." He starts to drift off. "So...tired."

"Go to sleep then, baby." You smile, and kiss his head.

"Mummy loves you."

He's too tired to fully grasp what you say, but he hears the words "mummy loves you," and that makes him feel so warm and fuzzy, so loved. And subsequently the thought of being so loved by you, makes him a little emotional. He looks up at you, and for a second, you can see the glimmer of tears in his eyes. But then, he drifts off, softly snoring in your arms...

#smut #moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader smut #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader

[anexistingexistence]

First week of my vacation is over, so here are Redacted characters and listeners as things that have been said/things I've thought:

David: I've bought you the ice cream you wanted.

Asher: Ooh, thanks!

David: But they didn't have lemon nor did they have cookie, so I just got you three scoops of chocolate.

Asher: What kind of bullshit ice cream store is that?!

Darlin: I want to go home.

Sweetheart: I haven't had a warm meal in six days.

Milo: Sweetheart, we've been here for a week.

Sweetheart: Exactly.

Asher: I want to go on a hike!

Baabe: Don't.

David: Please don't.

Asher: Why not?

David: You'll get lost.

Asher: It's fine! I'll take Tank with me!

Tank: I would rather die.

Darlin: I can't find the light switch!

Sam: It's around the corner.

Darlin: There's nothing here!

Sam: On the left to the bathroom door?

Darlin: ... I knew that.

Baabe: Why did I pack pens but no paper?

Darlin: David?

David: Yes?

Darlin: When you book the tickets for the train ride back home, please seat us the same way as on the ride here.

David: But there was a booking error and you had to sit two carts away from us.

Darlin: E x a c t l y .

Baabe: T-T

Asher: Baabe, what's the matter? Why are you crying?

Baabe: I can't fit my entire bookshelf into this backpack T-T

David: I'm going shopping, do you want anything?

Angel: Soda!

Asher: Chips!

Baabe: More paper, please!

Milo: I wouldn't mind some more soda.

David: How about you, Sweetheart?

Sweetheart: Nah, I'm good.

David: How are you like this?-

Darlin: I want more crushed ice!

David: Thank you for being like this, actually.

Sweetheart: No problem.

Darlin: You've got wet hair. Took a shower last night?

Sam: I'll have you know that I waited until five in the morning so I wouldn't wake anyone.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted incorrect quotes #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted darlin #redacted sweetheart #redacted milo #redacted sam #redacted babe #redacted angel

[scmoobly]

REDACTED CHARACTERS BUT THEY'RE 'DUMB WAYS TO DIE' LYRICS

Set fire to your hair : Freelancer. Gavin teased them for it for a full week

Poke a stick at a grizzly bear : Huxley. Yes he respects nature but sometimes bro gets a little too inquisitive for his own good

Eat medicine that's out of date : babe. THEY'RE TIRED- STOP. functioning on 2 hours of sleep and a protein bar

Use your private parts as piranha bait : Xavier. The sacrificial lamb in every universe

Get your toast out with a fork : Angel. Self-explanatory

Do your own electrical work : Lovely. Vincent has to watch them like a hawk

Teach yourself how to fly : Vincent. Just making sure he actually can't shift into a bat-

Eat a two-week-old un-refrigerated pie : Asher. Again, Self-explanatory

Invite a psycho-killer inside : Darlin. Everyone is surprised this mfer is still alive

Scratch a drug dealer's brand new ride : guy. No one saw so he didn't do it-

Take your helmet off in outer space : Avior. Give this man a manual on what not to do in a different dimension I beg you please-

Use a clothes dryer as a hiding place : Sweetheart. I-

Keep a rattlesnake as a pet : Erik. Said rattlesnake: Echo

Sell both your kidneys on the Internet : Blake. He's stupid like that.

Eat a tube of superglue : Caelum. Sweety no that's not mayonnaise-

"I wonder, what's this red button do?" : Starlight. 😃

Dress up like a moose during hunting season : Aaron. This mfer is DEPRESSED- borderline suicidal-

Disturb a nest of wasps for no good reason : Kody.

Stand on the edge of a train station platform : Elliott. Accident prone-

Drive around the boom gates at a level crossing : Gabe 💀

Run across the tracks between the platforms : James. I can't decide whether this guy has the patience of a 100 saints or non at all.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted headcanons #headcanons #redacted darlin #redactedverse #redacted sam #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted asher #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #redacted elliot #redacted blake #redacted bright eyes #redacted lovely #redacted avior #redacted huxley #redacted vincent #redacted guy #redacted sweetheart #redacted starlight #redacted james #redacted babe

[sebsxphia]

it’s a few minutes before rhetts time to go on at the rodeo. You’re pushed up against a trailer, your hand in his pants, jerking him off, sort of as a good luck. Or at least that’s what you told him. You got into a fight earlier that day, so right when he’s about to cum, you pull away from him. “Time to go, cowboy.” You say, patting his cheek lightly before walking away.

YOU’D FUCKING DIE

but oh my god, the image of being pushed up against a trailer and hidden behind the bright lights. rhett’s palm is pressed against the wall of the trailer and he’s standing in front of you, caging you in with his tall frame towering over you.

he’s wearing his hat and due to the low lighting, you can barely make out his face. there’s only subtle shadows falling on the crease of his brow and the tight muscle in his jaw as he grits his teeth and focuses on the feeling of your hand.

his cock is still partly in his pants but hanging out enough of his boxers that you can jerk him off hard and fast. he grunts and follows by moaning your name, “feels s’ good, baby. shit-” and you can tell he’s close. the adrenaline of the ride is coursing through his veins and it never takes rhett long to come before or after a ride.

you bite down on your bottom lip tightly to brace yourself for the cruel move you’re about to pull. but he deserves it. rhett got on your last nerve earlier today and this was his punishment.

“i’m gon’ come, keep going, darlin’, fuck.”

at rhett’s last groan of need for you, you pull away. he lets out a frustrated groan in response and his eyes fly open to look at you with an expression that mirrors a deer in headlights.

“shit, what the fuck, darlin’? don’t stop, please-” rhett pleads with you and goes to take your hand to shove it back into his pants but you pat his cheek lightly with a coy smile.

“time to go, cowboy.”

you saunter away and you can feel rhett’s gaze burning into you from behind. you think your skimpy little sundress could catch on fire. you hear him let out a low and animalistic snarl and walk away when his name is called.

to your surprise, rhett rides the best he has all season. you catch him after and smother him in your congratulations and praising kisses, but he gives you no reaction.

“truck, now.”

“but, baby, don’t you want-”

“truck. now.” rhett grits through his teeth and grabs you by your arm, with you giggling quietly in anticipation next to him.

rhett laughs in your face when you’re in the truck and you ask him if there’s going to be celebratory sex tonight.

“oh, no, no. not for you, angel face. i’m gon’ tie you up, coat you in my cum as much as i want and leave you for the night.”

giggles in brat!!! omg thank you so, so much for this insane thot my dear anon!! your mind is too powerful!! 💌💖

#💌you’ve got mail #rhett abbott #sebs masterlist #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott drabble #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott fanfiction

[bruciemilf]

#like - ill be very transparent. sometimes i write fem bruce solely for harvey or clark eating pussy content KSKSKS #but thats very much achievable with trans bruce so

!!!!! ohhhh pleasepleaseplease give us a few headcanons/some content!! there's not enough trans!bruce out there esp. with harv and clark!

OH MANNN. MAN. MAN. so!! I don't know If you had a set preference between nsfw or sfw and/or harv an clark hcs,, so I think it'll be a mix for both!

Warnings/tags: Degradation, housewife kink, dirty talk, name calling, breeding kink, daddy kink mention, size kink

Transitioned early; Martha, Thomas, and Alfred were as discreet as a star family gets in Gotham City, where the media's eyes never shuts. Which is never enough.

They couldn't pay rich people, media people to ignore the Bruce before the Real Bruce. But if you cared about your life even a little bit, and you didn't want to die under Thomas' scalpel, you kept your mouth shut.

Bruce got in a stage where he was cis passing enough that people didn't think twice to call him a man; I feel like he grew up around healthy examples of masculinity, but when you're in college? You try to make up for your lacks.

There's a subgenre of sexism among men tbh, that its like, specifically To them; It's like, misogyny in the open, but they victimise eachother about it.

Bruce can't quite understand why drinking and hooking up and getting blasted without even worrying there's a pill in your drink is necessarily masculine. It's certainly a privilege, thought, and he's a bit (a lot) bitter abt it

Also most def carries testosterone shots on his batman belt that he accidentally injects instead of adrenaline like, all the time.

Oh, and testosterone and estrogen? Free in Gotham. Courtesy to Wayne Enterprises

Bruce not giving a wet fuck about gender norms in the slightest bit; He'll rock a coral pink tennis skirt and shiny, peach perfumed lip gloss.

He'll rock divine silk dresses. He'll look angelic with motor oil smudged on his cheek from breaking into the autoshop.

And he doesn't really care who has what to say about it, because Harvey Dent? Can't peel his eyes off of him, and that's enough of an achievement for Bruce.

(Nsfw HCs ahead!!!)

Harvey always always worries he might say the wrong thing; the wrong name, (they have a very soft spot for Princess and Baby)

Harvey calls him Baby Girl while Bruce worked him hard with his hand and mouth, dragging holy noises out of him with just a few tugs, and Harvey apologizes profusely

" My masculinity won't shrivel up and die because of a name, Harv. Even I'm not that fragile. "

Bruce is a big time virgin but no surprise there; Have you seen that man. He falls apart at a few words and gets wet so easily it's ridiculous.

Batman riding Harvey's thigh while he's supposed to interrogate him? It's more likely than you think

That being said, he's big on degradation; Harvey calls him a perfect little slut and Bruce's brain goes fuzzy and dim. I'm sorry, but Battinson has huge " pls just break me and take care of me after" energy I am PROFITING

With Clark it's almost the same, because personally? Mean Clark. Mean Clark who'll grip Bruce's diamond sharp jaw and make those strawberry lips pucker. Just to watch those pretty eyes roll back. " Aww. Are you that needy, darlin '?"

HARVEY AND CLARK AND BRUCE? biggest housewife kinks. I'm sorry, don't shoot the messenger, they SPECIFICALLY told me to tell YOU that they love Bruce in a pink apron, legs spread open on the kitchen counter while they're " having dinner"

THE BREEDING KINK???? Bruce rides the hell out Harvey/Clark, making an absolute mess on their laps, whining, squirming, sobbing up a storm because he DEF cries during sex, and he's begging so sweetly

" please-- please, can - can I have a baby? Please? Pretty please? For me, daddy? For daddy's little wife?"

He's very persuasive when he wants to be

And as the tags mentioned; Bruce has his legs spread open wide more often than not.

If he's not laying on his back, getting the soul slurped and licked and milked out of him, he's most definetly riding Clark's or Harvey's faces and I'll die on that hill.

Harvey/Clark love how fucking Big they are compared to him. They love Bruce is small enough to move around, but big amd strong enough to grope and manhandle. Praise kink is on Heavily. " That's a good boy. "

This man's pussy makes Harvey/Clark CRY. They're completely addicted to him. Bruce is all day everyday getting spread on princess pink sheets, lingerie shredded, heels digging in his partner's back and getting SERVICED like he deserves

Pillow princess 100%%%

He likes hard stuff, but he's Very fragile in the after-care process. He's ashamed of ask for it because he's affectionate, or starves for it anyway, and doesn't expect to receive it because he didn't until Then

But it's all so soft, after. Gentle kisses. Harvey/Clark carrying him around everywhere, not minding clingy arms or sharp nails squeezing their shoulders. They're happy to hold that big baby for hours

Gets the baby he wants but like. Of course it's conceived in the dirtiest baby making sex you'll ever hear of. RIP Harvey's old DA office/car and Clark's family barn

That's all folks!!!

#bruce wayne #nsft #trans bruce wayne #bottom bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #smut #harvey dent #clark kent #bruharvey #superbat #battinson

[q-starhalo]

q!Bad songs + their lyrics ★-

-`.✎ Ver. 2

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˖◛⁺˖ | Hello and welcome to the second version/list of q!Bad songs!! Just like last time, before we get to the songs, I do want to say that some songs contain triggering content. As far as I've seen, there's nothing that I think should be tagged but do please let me know if there should!!! And another thing! There is a section for instrumentals (?) at the bottom as well!! Now with all that out of the way, remember that each list will contain 25 songs and the link to the previous version will be right after this message. If you want to ask me anything about the songs, always feel free! Now enjoy :D

★ Ver. 1 ★

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Stranger Things Mash-up - Thomas Sanders:

★ "It doesn't hurt me"

★ "Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm making?"

★ "If you're lost, you can look and you will find me. Time after time"

★ "If you fall, I will catch you"

★ "I'll be waiting, time after time."

★ "And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God. And I'd get him to swap our places"

★ "But see how deep the bullet lies"

★ "Show no fear (oh), for she may fade away"

★ "Oh, come on angel. Come on, come on darlin'. Let's exchange the experience"

Romantic Homicide - d4vd:

★ "I'm scared. It feels like you don't care."

★ "I don't mean to be complacent with the decision you made, but why?"

★ "In the back of my mind, you died"

★ "And I'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive"

★ "In the back of my mind, I killed you. And I don't even regret it. I can't believe I said it"

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn:

★ "Why do we bother to stay? // Why are you running away?"

★ "What if they find us? // They're not looking anyway"

★ "This is our birthday, so why are we weeping?"

★ "Well, I never asked for this, I never wanted this"

★ "Just get away from me, please just stop touching me. You're always trying to be somebody else"

Fire Drill - Melanie Martinez:

★ "I've never fit in any category, always deemed an outcast"

★ "It's exactly the same, they say, 'Why do you dress that way? Why do you act that way? Why aren't you just like me?'"

★ "Calling me words I'm not, paintin' a picture that's false"

★ "You must not know my heart, but I know it isn't your fault"

★ "Fire drill, if it all went up in flames one day, would you give your mom a hug before your house burned away?"

★ "If I'm honest with you, you just run and hide"

★ "I am not the government. I am not the f★cked up men. I am not part of anything that is hateful"

What If Things Get Worse - Kaden MacKay:

★ "What if things get worse long before they get better and you can't reverse all the damage you've done?"

★ "There is need to fret, though you can bet it'll get better but probably not yet or ever, so don't hold your breath"

★ "Actually, hold it as long as you need 'cause you locked your own cage, and you'll never be freed"

★ "And the only thing that is approaching with speed is your death"

★ "You're gonna die! You're gonna die! You're gonna die!! You're gonna die!"

★ "Why do I imagine events that won't happen? I deserve a badge in Creative Design"

★ "So go on, keep telling yourself that it's fine"

★ "And you'll just keep falling, no calling for help"

Rule #21 - Momento Mori - Fish in a Birdcage:

★ "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Filling up my coffee cup, one way to shake me up. I never wanted to sleep"

★ "Oh I won't forget, Momento Mori leaves a debt. You haven't paid it yet. I never wanted to sleep"

★ "Inside a timeless cage"

★ "Like a muzzled hound, I'm tied and bound. A wild beast crying for release"

★ "I never wanted to sleep"

Are You Satisfied? - MARIANA:

★ "It's not my problem if you don't see what I see. And I do not give a d★mn if you don't believe"

★ "Are you satisfied with an average life?"

★ "Baby, nothing comes for free"

★ "They say I'm a control freak"

★ "It's my problem, it's my problem, if I feel the need to hide"

★ "Are you satisfied with an easy ride?"

★ "Black, white (Are you satisfied? Are you satisfied?)

Angry Too - Lola Blanc:

★ "I buried the unseemly urges deep down in the ground with the roots. But it's all coming up to the surface, maybe it's getting ready bloom"

★ "And I don't wanna be a Monster in the making"

★ "I don't know how to be just standing by blankly, not getting angry"

★ "'And does it get your blood boiling? Does it make you see red? Do you wanna destroy it? Does it get in your head?'"

★ "'Cause it gets my blood boiling and I'm coming unglued"

★ "If you knew what I knew, you would be angry too"

★ "I'm seeing through crimson sunglasses"

★ "I don't wanna be controlled by the past"

★ "Boy, if you were me, could you really blame me?"

★ "'Calm down girl, why you so mad? Why's your heart gone rotten? Oh, good girl, why you upset?' Guess they have forgotten what they did."

Sweet Hibiscus Tea - Penelope Scott:

★ "Here's the thing, I can't do anything right"

★ "The walls are empty, it's so ugly I could burn the whole place down"

★ "And I'm so tiny and so old, and God it's never been so cold"

★ "I don't know what I need"

Finding Mr. Midnight - Random Encounters:

★ "I've seen a world unlike any you've seen"

★ "I know a pain like you wouldn't believe, one that rips me apart at the seams"

★ "I've seen the end of a number of lives and I wonder if I've caused a few"

★ "Am I a ghost?"

★ "I hear voices. All these noises. Are my choices gone?"

★ "You can taunt me, haunt me, it won't change a thing"

★ "Every memory is a mystery or lie"

★ "Just beware the shadows lies. He'll surround you, drown you, bury you alive. But you'll shake him, break him, each time you survive"

& - Tally Hall:

★ "Shame on a martyr, claiming friends from either perspective of 'and'"

★ "Weak and strong"

★ "And right and wrong"

★ "And live and die"

★ "And sane and gone"

★ "And love and not"

★ "And all the and's that we forgot"

★ "And new and old"

★ "And stop and go"

★ "And hot and cold"

★ "Dark and light"

★ "Their lies stuck beside every 'and'"

★ "Sound and silence"

★ "Stop the peace and keep the violence"

★ "No and yes"

★ "It lives with sad and happiness"

★ "It might be Heavens and it might be Hell"

★ "Oh, the things we do, the things we say"

★ "Oh, the things we wish we could wash away"

Ghost Rule - JudyPhonic (english cover):

★ "I only know how to lie, I guess I really can't dodge it this time"

★ "Things don't look better today, the mask I wear is crumbling away"

★ "I didn't see what was happening to me"

★ "I know I'm nothing more than an empty ghost"

★ "An empty shell of lies, and it haunts me so"

★ "Although 'no' is what I meant, I gave a 'yes' and lied again"

★ "Was so busy talking away, unknown to me, I was digging my grave"

★ "The guilt, it's here to stay"

★ "Since honesty is hard for me to find today"

★ "An empty shell that's nothing but a void at most"

★ "I'm greeted by a 'me' I didn't know again"

★ "When you look at me, who do you actually see?"

★ "Mayday! Tell them who I really am. Since everything I know's about to meet its end"

Arcade (acoustic version) - Duncan Laurence:

★ "A broken heart is all that's left"

★ "I'm still fixing all the cracks. "

★ "Lost a couple of pieces when I carried it, carried it, carried it home"

★ "I'm afraid of all I am"

★ "My mind feels like a foreign land"

★ "Silence ringing inside my head"

★ "Small town boy in a big arcade. I got addicted to a losing game."

★ "All I know, all I know. Loving you is a losing game"

★ "I saw the end 'fore it begun. Still I carried, I carried, I carry on"

★ "I don't like your games, game over"

Rule #5 - James Picard - Fish in a Birdcage, Hannah Epperson:

★ "With the flame he ignited, he thought I would change"

★ "As I rose from the ashes, I embraced his rage"

★ "Fear has unleashed the storm through so much pain"

★ "The fire spread throughout my bones instead"

★ "I'm aware of the storm that has stained our air"

Saline Solution - Wilbur Soot:

★ "I think this time I'm dieing"

★ "I'm not melodramatic, I'm just pragmatic beyond any reasoning for thinking I've got f★cking rabies or something"

★ "I think I've lost my mind"

★ "Blurring the fact and the fiction"

★ "Bite the tablet, elixir. Disintegrate, mouth's a mixer"

★ "If I could just break one more night. Maybe I could wake up and feel alright"

★ "I think I've made my choice. I'm a deceased playing victim. Slip the fate, slip the victory"

★ "I think I've made my choice. Sink secluded in hatred. Void the plans friends are making"

★ "I'm a leech sucking blood bags. Taste defeat, it's a sandbag"

★ "Saline solution to all your problems"

Borderline - Tame Impala:

★ "Gone a little far. Gone a little far this time with something"

★ "How was I to know? How was I to know this high came rushing?"

★ "I wonder how I managed to end up in this place"

★ "We're on the borderline, caught between the tides of pain and rapture"

★ "Then I saw the time, watched it speedin' by like a train"

★ "Will I be known and loved? Is there one that I trust?"

Rule #1 - Magic - Fish in a Birdcage:

★ "There is magic in this room, I don't know if you can see it. There is magic in this room, I don't know if you can feel it"

★ "It's called love. Some call it love."

★ "I believe in myself, I believe that we can make it. I believe in all of you, I believe that we can make this into love"

★ "I wanna speak to your soul"

★ "This is our conversation starter, for starters"

Icarus - Bastille:

★ "'Look who's digging their own grave' That is what they all say"

★ "Out on the front doorstep, drinking from a paper cup. You won't remember this"

★ "Living beyond your years"

★ "Acting out all their fears"

★ "Your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you"

★ "Look out to the future but it tells you nothing"

★ "This is how it feels to take a fall"

★ "Icarus is flying towards an early grave"

★ "You put up your defenses when you leave"

★ "You're putting up your armor when you leave. And you leave because you're certain of who you want to be"

Intrusmentals:

★ Live or Die - GL/Nathan Hanover

★ Experience - Ludovico Einaudi OR Experience - Ludovico Einaudi, Daniel Hope, I Virtuosi Italiani

★ Thundersnow! - Katie O'Hara LaBrie

★ Scherzo - TwoSet Violin

★ Going Nowhere - Creative Self

★ A Forlorn Gaze into Yesterday - Nathan Hanover Synthonic Orchestra

★ Chopin - Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 In E Flat Major - ???

#:D #I love music <3 #qsmp #q!badboyhalo #badboyhalo #stars songs

[sinnaminttoast]

Monarchal summit SPOILERS

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Yo…my brain is malfunctioning trying to understand Vampire politics. BUT LET ME TELL YA’LL, I LOVE A GOOD MESS! 🤭 this was such a messy audio.

But the HUG Milo gave sweetheart when they came back. 😭 oh he loves them. Like what I’ve gotten from the summit is that he is ride or die for them. He was so concerned for them and wanted to protect them from being accused of murder.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO ASHER!

I’ve never been like…ooo I find Asher attractive. But he is my bestie so watching him be angry for Sweetheart was so cool. Like, we finally kind of saw him be more assertive. It reminded me of Imp! Asher.

Next…Porter FUCKING Solaire! Oh and Monarch Baz!

HE WAS READY TO GO WITH HIS LITTLE COMEBACKS! There might be some Porter haters and I get it…BUT NOT ME THOUGH! He was so good

And Miss Baz was going at everyone. Like oh my god??? Her little passive aggressive comments about the wolves kind of were…like ok ma’am we didn’t need that but keep going.

Now Christopher’s death…I DONT LIKE HIM SAYING THAT CLOSEKNIT WOULD NEVER HURT DEMONS!

My man Scorpius is not suffering for nothing.

Did Christopher deserve to die? Yea. Fuck him and his propaganda. But do I think he actually murdered Alexander? 🤷‍♀️ I want to lean towards no…IN FACTI THINK IT WAS VE— *gunshots*

I’m kidding but imagine if he had something to do with it. Anyways…

Sweetheart said they were being pushed out of the room magically. So there is more to the story than what actually happened and MAYBE Porter will explain that to Vincent. He seemed to be very serious about what he needs to say.

Anyways back to some unserious shit. Tell me why I can see Babe and Angel just 🧍🧍

Some may disagree with me..BUT IM THINKING DARLIN’ WAS SIDE EYEING EVERYONE THE ENTIRE TIME! Arms crossed and just 👀

I would say Lovely too but they’re with Vincent so I think they’re too preoccupied.

Now I will lay here on the floor and think about this for the rest of next week.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted monarchal summit #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted porter #redacted sweetheart #redacted angel #redacted babe

[midnightsunnyday]

Flufftober Prompt 3: Thick as Thieves (Diavolo x MC)

A/N: somehow, someway we're still on a role! My (late) entry for day 3 of Flufftober. I hope you all enjoy it!

No warnings I can think of for this story, other than some slight cursing.

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It’d been eons since he allowed himself this feeling.

No doubt Barbatos and Lucifer would reprimand him, but that only aided to his excitement. As soon as the clock struck twelve, Diavolo was ready. From the window of his bedroom, his wings burst from behind him in a plume of dark magic. Stepping forward off the still, he plunged then glided off into the night.

On a quiet street beyond the castle walls was where they both agreed to meet. Bathed in the light of a street lamp stood his angel dressed in black, wearing all leather and boots as high as their knees.

Diavolo landed beside them, his wings fluttering. "Good evening."

"Evenin', dollface." Jingling a pair of keys, they smirked. “Your chariot awaits.” The chariot in question being a shiny red motorcycle.

“Lead me to glory, uh, hot stuff,” Diavolo said. He still wasn't quite sure on the lingo. Though not dressed as "bikerly" as his companion, Diavolo tried his best to fit the “biker babe” theme for tonight. He’d torn the sleeves off his dress shirt as well as made a few holes through an (admittedly expensive) cocktail vest. A tutorial on Deviltube showing how to distress a pair of dress slacks helped tremendously, and though he didn’t own any boots, he supposed a scuffed-up pair of dress shoes would suffice.

“I think we look like a fine pair of bikers if I do say so myself,” they said, puffing out their chest. “Also, don’t get mad but…I stole the bike.”

“Goodness.” When they said, “I’ll take you for a ride you’ll never forget,” he didn’t think they'd go through such extremes to do so.

“Don’t worry, the demon I took it from won’t even know it’s gone.”

Diavolo hummed. “I suppose it doesn’t quite count as stealing as long as we bring it back. So no harm done.”

“Hell yeah! That’s the rebel spirit.”

“Hell yes, indeed!” Honestly, he loved humans and their various expressions for his realm. “But I must ask, do you actually know how to ride a motorcycle?”

“Not a clue.”

“Oh.” Diavolo frowned. “Surely this can’t be safe.”

“Not even a little. Buuut,” they wiggled their fingers over the bike. “I figured you could use a bit of your magic to help move things along.”

“That technically is within the realm of my capabilities.” Diavolo gave the bike a look over. In theory, a motorcycle was just a faster, albeit more dangerous peddle bike. Surely using such a thing couldn’t be that complicated. “Alright. I’ll give it a shot.”

“First things first,” they handed him a matching red helmet adorably adorned with little horns. “There’s nothing more outlaw than safety.”

“Is that right?”

“Sure it is. Only losers don’t wear helmets. You think it’s cool to die from brain injury? No thanks.”

“Indeed.” Diavolo was immortal. Though he could, however, sympathize with the sentiment.

Using one leg to plant themselves, they swung the other over the side of the bike. “Hop on, darlin’.”

“How exciting.” Diavolo plopped right down behind them, only to realize…

”Oh. It seems we’re…rather close.”

“That’s um, normal,” they said. “Also, you kinda have to grab my waist. Wouldn’t want you careening down the road.”

Diavolo gulped. Very well, he'd just wrap his arms around--

“Not that tight! Not that tight!”

“Oh, pardon.” Ok, so maybe he was a bit too excited to hold them. Steadily, he loosened his grip, allowing his arms to relax despite his shoulders, which were heavy as a pair of rocks. “Motorcycles…are incredibly exotic.”

“They’re the vehicles of love, baby.”

“Now then. I’ll just need a moment to focus. Also, to do this, I’m going to need to borrow just a tiny portion of your soul.”

They shrugged. "Eh. That’s fine. I gave a bit of it last week to Solomon anyway.”

“We’ll…need to talk about that later. Otherwise, stay still. Also, you may feel a slight pinch.”

Diavolo closed his eyes, focusing his energy. Streams of gold and black swirled around them, gaining force and rising into the air as the motorcycle revved itself to life, spewing exhaust and flashing its lights.  

“I think it’s working,” they yelled over the motor.

“Now remember that it's technically sentient,” Diavolo yelled back. “So let’s try to be careful with our new friend.”

“You got it. Ok, buddy, let’s hit the road.”

Charlie—yes, that’s his name—did not appreciate being awaken in the middle of the night and stolen from his owner. However, Charlie was honored to have the chance to drive the future king of the Devildom wherever they preferred. He'd be the talk of the town! The human not so much.  

“Thank you, Charlie,” Diavolo said. “I am also honored in having the privilege to ride you.”  

“Yeah. Thanks,” said the human.

Charlie inched forward, then with a jerk sped off down the road. Diavolo roared with laughter. The wind was sweet with mirth and mischief, the castle falling further and further behind.

"Go, Charlie, go," the human cheered.

Charlie honked his horn. Such a loud mortal. Though he supposed he'd allow them their fun just this once.

As Diavolo and his "ride or die" drove further into the city, he couldn’t help but wonder if such happiness could last forever?

“Huh? Did you say something?” they screamed.

“Huh?” Diavolo screamed back. Did he say that out loud?

“I said, did you say something?”

“What?”

“Nevermind!”

Oh well. Only time would tell. Until then, Diavolo held tight (but not too tight) and promised to never let go.

**********

Something…was not right.

Such alarm became instinctual. By this point, Lucifer was no longer man nor demon, but a literal walking bag of stress, coffee, and anxiety. He sighed and looked over at the clock that sat atop his dresser. 1:35 AM, it read. He rose from his bed, convinced that eternal damnation wasn't his true punishment, but the lack of a normal sleep schedule. Dawning his warmest robe, he head from his bedroom towards each of his brother’s rooms. Beelzebub and Belphegor were accounted for, as well as Asmodeus and Satan. Leviathan was awake, yet quietly playing his game. Mammon was also still asleep. So where did this feeling of dread come from?  

Just then, his D.D.D beeped with a notification.

[Barbatos]: You wouldn’t happen to know where the Young Master ran off to, now would you?

[Lucifer]: You must be joking?

[Barbatos]: My apologies. I did not mean to make light of the situation.

[Lucifer]: That’s not what I meant.

[Lucifer]: And no, I’m not aware of where he ran off to, though I may have an idea.

[Barbatos]: Is that right?

Lucifer stormed towards the room of the biggest pain in his neck besides Mammon. Surely they weren’t…they couldn’t be…they definitely wouldn’t. Oh hell, of course they would!

“So help me if you aren’t in this room.” Lucifer flung open the exchange student's bedroom door. It was dark. Quiet. What looked to be the silhouette of a body was tucked underneath several sheets, yet upon closer inspection…

Lucifer scoffed. Really? The old “stuffing pillows under your sheets to make it seem like you’re still there” trick? Even his brother’s had come up with better diversions than this. Groaning, he began to tap against his D.D.D.

[Lucifer]: I fear our precious human is gone as well.

[Barbatos]: Oh dear. Did they also stuff their sheets with pillows?

[Lucifer]: Honestly, who do they think they’re attempting to fool?

[Barbatos]: There also seems to be news of a freak motorcycle accident. Apparently several buildings were destroyed while the demon who owns said vehicle is the prime suspect. You don’t suppose…

[Lucifer]: Something tells me this is going to be a long morning.

[Barbatos]: Something tells me you might be right.  

#flufftober2022 #day 3 #obey me shall we date #diavolo x mc #obey me diavolo #obey me mc #obey me #obey me swd #obey me fic #obey me fluff #midnightsunnyday writes

[itspdameronthings]

Never Letting You Go Snipit For ch8

Summary: Okay! needed to write a Wll fic! Has been a long time! here you go Ironhead fans! Here it is! some sadness ,and something ... Have to read to find out!! This is the scene that leads to the last part of chapter 8 Note no minors!

Glad to be home. Looking at his modern farmhouse Will finally can calm himself down. After all of these years, God awful women come back to rain on a good people's parade. Those memories of torment started coming back. Those times he heard the endless yelling. Nights he would come over to comfort Sunshine. Took her out for a bite at the diner , a movie, or even went camping. Sound from Sam's angelic voice fills the air. Cure for what he was thinking about. Opening the truck door she whispers," I know you are worried, my captain . I'm too. Hate what is doing to you right now. How about some dinner. Then a nice movie." Partial smile forms on his lips as he gets out of the truck. Pulls his wife close to him. His lifeline. His perfect lady bug. So glad to have her in his life. Sam felt a tear drop on her bare shoulder," Let it out baby . Let it out. I'm here. Get through this together." 

Once inside his home. Will plops in his comfortable, leather chair. Rubbing his bearded  chin," I never thought those memories would affect me the way it did you know. Torment , the horrible shit she said to her own flesh and blood. I'll tell ya one thing Sam. Gonna go back home to settle a score. Ease the pain my family had to endure. " Sam kneels in front of him. Holding his hands in her small ones," Will, baby. Sure it's a good idea? I mean what if she is a fugitive? Dangerous one. I know you promised Pa that you would help. Sunshine needs her family near her now. I need you. Let me help. Okay? " Rubbing his legs in an up and down motion. Never taking her eyes off of his ocean like blue ones. Hands reached upward to his waist. Sounds of his grunts caused her to smile, " I know what you need. Nice and slow sex to take the edge off. Don't move. Your wife is in the driver seat. " 

Love to hear her say that. Nods as she kisses his clothed bulge. Followed by a nibble near his belly button. Teasing him just a touch. Grunts," Shit women! Enough with the teasing! Need to touch ya so bad! Don't make me do anything I might regret later on!" Sam knows how to play hard ball. Thankfully the door is locked. Curtains closed. No onlookers to see what is going on. Hands reached inside his green Henley shirt tracing patterns near his pecks. Kisses the scar on his left side. Licking it . Saving his hardened cock for later. Got up to take his shirt off. Before straddling him. She starts to undress ever so slowly. Seeing her husband coming unglued. .rubbing her breasts together,"  like what you see? I know you do. Unzip your pants. That's an order! "

Nods as he unzips himself. Waiting for what's going to happen next. Sam straddles him. Grinding against his bulge. Hands on the chair to steady herself," now you can kiss me. No hands just yet. Eagerly kisses her sweet lips. Panting as she continues to grind against him" Darlin, stop with that teasing game. Dying here?! You know I never beg!" Kisses his lips ever so gently,and followed by a touch on his bearded face," Can't have you do that you know. Die without touching me. Like I can't be without you inside me. Come on my captain. Take back the control you desperately need." Took control Will does. Grabbing her hands, placing them behind her. Hungryly nipping on her neck. Not caring about the mark left behind. Ordered her to pull her shorts off. Eyes grew dark as he saw her pantieless," mount up naughty wife! Ride me! I know you want to! First thing first. Touch yourself for me. Then I 'll see if you are wet enough for the ride." 

Oh how much she loves to do this for her husband. Before they got married. Sam told Will that she wasn't that experienced in the sexual arena. He was patient with her. Guided her into what she wanted to do. He awoke her naughty side. She loves it. Opening her legs just enough for Will to see what she was doing. Other hand glides over the hard nipple. Pinching it. Moaning looking at Will pumping himself. Licking his lower lip," Oh my lady bug. Look so good like that. Now insert two fingers inside your pussy. Think it's me. I know you do that when I'm not with you." Moaning," I do my captain. Did that when I was on my break in my office." Will sees how wreck she is getting. Motions her to mount him. Sliding ever so slowly onto his long shaft. Close her eyes," mmmm.. you fill me up so good. I'll ride you till I burst." 

Will holds onto her waist. Rubbing her back," like that darlin. Nice and slow. Don't rush it. Good girl. Got you." Leans forward to kiss her shoulder. Down to her breasts. Sam leans back panting again," Oh captain! Feels good! Don't stop!  Later Will finally cums inside her. Staying inside her. Pulls her to his chest," Thank you for that lady bug. Need to take my mind off that ordeal. You know I have to go home to help. Not alone okay?" 

Sam holds him tightly. Try not to think about what could happen. Him in Columbia still haunts her. Can't go through that again. Breathing his musky scent," I know you do. Sunshine isn't gonna like it. We know Santi would want to play the hero. " 

After both of them take a shower. Sam goes to lay down. Cooking dinner isn't in  the cards. Will goes over to the Trio's slowly going upstairs to hear the tail end of the conversation. Right on cue," I'm going with you."

#triple frontier #william ironhead miller #charlie hunnam #never letting you go

[daveysmate]

𝗠𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝘁. 𝟮

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Davey x Angel

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Based of the imperium au series specifically the “Caught by a cruel werewolf pack” video, since Davey’s death is mentioned this is basically the day of Davey’s death and Angel (along with Asher, Milo, and Darlin’s) reactions

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2312

𝗰𝘄: ‼️Spoilers for imperium au‼️mentions of guilt, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, crying, character death, dealing with grief

𝗮/𝗻: I made my best friend (who doesn’t listen to redacted) read this and she said it hurt her heart even though she didn’t really know any of the characters so I apologize in advance lol

(here’s the link on ao3 if you want to read there instead)

✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

They were in shock. They didn’t cry. Not at first. Their expression was blank and to Asher, they probably looked composed, calm even. But that’s only because, to them, It didn’t feel real. It felt as though they were just having a nightmare and part of them hoped that it was, they hoped that they would wake up and Davey would be carrying them from the couch to their bed. But when they got in the car with Asher, it began to feel real.

The car ride was silent and Angel began to have tears streaming down their face that wouldn’t stop. They started to consider the very likely possibility that he would be dead by the time they got there. They couldn’t decide if it would be worse to see him injured, knowing that he’ll die and feeling helpless about it, or getting there too late and seeing him lifeless. They tried to imagine what he would look like injured, the way Asher described it, it would’ve been severe. But nothing could’ve prepared Angel for when they walked into the house.

A sob tore through them as they saw him. Davey was on the living room couch, his head, face, and chest were covered in blood, his shirt had been torn off and there was a large gash stretching from the upper right side of his chest to the lower left side along with several other cuts and bruises littering his body, he was motionless. Were they too late? Was he gone already? “David? Wake up Davey, please. Please,” Davey’s eyes fluttered open but he still didn’t move “Angel,” he said and motioned them to come to him.

Everything seemed to feel better when they were around, he felt at home with them, safe. But part of him didn’t want them here. He didn’t want them to see him like this, but he knew that there was a possibility this would be the last time he saw them. They knelt next to the sofa and cupped his cheek, he smiled and leaned into their touch, but after a while, he moved away and tried to sit up, like he was reaching for something. “What is it, Davey? Don’t move too much you’ll hurt yourself. Just tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you” “In my pocket,” he said, his voice sounded strained, it probably hurt when he talked “Your pocket?” Angel asked, confused. Davey nodded.

Angel put their hand in the pocket of his pants and felt something small and round. It was a ring. Some of it was stained with blood but it was beautiful. Was he going to propose? They thought, “Were you going to-” and then it hit them. He was proposing to them right now. “A-Are you asking me to marry you?” “I’ve been carrying it around with me for the past couple of months trying to find the right moment. But we might not get to have that moment. You make me so fucking happy, happier than I ever thought I could be. You’ve always been by my side and I promise to be by yours. You’re everything to me and I can’t imagine a life without you. I love you, Angel. I will only ever love you. Will you marry me?” “Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Of fucking course I’ll marry you,” they said with tears rolling down their cheeks both from the happiness of the proposal and the sadness and fear that Davey might not make it and they would never have a life with him.

They tried to push those thoughts away and focus on their engagement but when they leaned in to kiss him and put their hand on his chest, he winced, they tried pulling away but he pulled them back in and kissed them as best he could. He slid the ring onto their ring finger and kissed their hand, then took off the necklace where a ring was hanging, it was his dad’s ring, and Angel repeated Davey's actions.

He shifted his position on the couch and patted the spot next to him, singling Angel to lay next to him, they felt too far away. David wanted nothing more than to hold them right now. But he knew that with his injuries, he couldn’t. So he reached out and picked up their left hand, the one with the ring, and intertwined their fingers with his. Angel smiled at the gesture, “I love you, David” “I love you too, Angel. I need you to know that no matter what happens to me, even if I’m gone, my heart will stay with you, always” “Don’t talk like that, David” “Like what?” “Like you’re going to die, because I won't let that happen. I won’t. Besides, it’s not like you to be all mushy.”

He smiled at their stubbornness, at how they believed they could prevent this, he would miss it. Miss them. He didn’t want to die, he wanted to live, to have a life with his mate. He wanted to propose to them properly the way he had been planning, wanted to have a wedding, a honeymoon. He wanted more time with them, more time to watch their face light up when they like something, to watch them smile, to hold them at night and stroke their cheek or their hair, watching them look at peace as they drift off to sleep, to see that twinkle in their eyes whenever they were passionate about something, to hear them rant about the things they're interested in at the moment, to watch them play that video game they love, to listen to them explain the plot of the movie they had just watched, listen to their laugh, their voice.

They laid next to each other in silence for a while until he spoke, “Come here, you can put your head on this side of my chest. Talk to me” “About what?” “Anything, I just want to hear your voice.” Unsure of what to say Angel started talking about their day, “I cleaned the house today, organized everything. I did laundry and I took out the trash and everything but I left the yard work for you because I hate doing and I get allergies. I, um, I made dinner. I didn’t fuck it up this time, It was actually pretty good. I remembered to measure the ingredients this time. Although it would’ve been better with you there to wrap your arms around me and teach me how to do it.”

They started thinking about all the times they had made dinner together, the countless amount of times they stayed up late because they kept messing it up, or when they would wake up in the middle of the night for a snack and Davey would find them in the kitchen. He would tell them that if they were going to eat, they could at least eat properly and they would both end up pulling an all-nighter baking something together. They thought about how many more of those nights they would have together, how they would get married and have the rest of their lives together for moments like those. They snuggled in close to him and put their head on his chest, the same way they did every night in bed when they slept, the same way Davey held them when they had a bad day, the same way they had cuddled this morning.

But every fantasy they had about spending the rest of their lives together was shattered when they didn’t hear his heartbeat, didn’t feel his chest rise and fall, didn’t feel the warmth of his skin, didn’t feel his arms wrap around them. He was gone. They held him tight and broke out into sobs “No. No, no, no. Don’t go. Don’t leave me, David. Please, please. Davey, no. I can’t lose you. Wake up Davey, please. I can’t do this without you. You’re all I have, David, I love you. Please don’t leave me” they choked out. They were crying so hard they couldn’t breathe, they felt lightheaded and their chest hurt from crying.

They screamed at Asher who was outside on the front porch with Milo's mom and the rest of the pack and he came rushing. “What? What happened? What’s wrong?” But they couldn’t answer. They didn’t need to say anything. Asher knew from the way Angel was sobbing and holding him that his best friend was dead. He fell to his knees, he hugged David’s lifeless body and let out a strangled cry. His best friend, the person he grew up with, the person who was there for him no matter what, his alpha, was gone and there was nothing that he could do about it. Soon, the rest of the pack came to the living room. Milo and Tank’s reactions were similar to Asher’s except Tank was fueled by anger, ready to find Quinn and make him pay for what he’d done. Everyone had taken their turns saying their goodbyes but Angel hadn’t let go of him. When the hearse came to take his body Angel refused to let go of him, Asher and Milo had to practically pry them off of him.

They were sitting on the front porch where they had watched the hearse drive away. Angel kept sobbing, Asher hugged them trying to comfort them but he couldn’t stop himself from crying too. When they had calmed down a little bit Angel was the first one to speak, “He proposed to me” they said holding up their left hand “That was his mom's ring. His dad had kept it, he wore it on a chain and when his dad died too, he kept both of the rings. He always wore his dad’s on a chain around his neck, just like his dad did with his moms. It was one of the only things he had left that belonged to his parents, I never thought he’d give that up but I guess that’s the same reason he gave it to you. It was special to him, something he cared about and loved, and so were you.” Asher’s words made Angel start crying again, “You know, he told me about being mates, he said that a mate wasn’t the equivalent of a boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife, or partner. It was something different, something more intense, more intimate, and that it only happened once. I was his mate, and I know that I’m human and unempowered but, to me, he was my mate too.”

They stayed in silence for a while before Asher spoke, “It’s late, I should probably take you home. If it’s too much or you feel like you can’t go back home you can stay with me and Baabe, they’ll be more than willing to have you over,” he offered. “No, it’s ok. Thanks for the offer but I just wanna go home” “Ok. Let’s go then.” The drive to Angel’s house was silent and tense. Both of them felt that if they spoke they would begin to cry. It’s not like either of them knew what to say anyway, they both lost someone who meant so much to them, and nothing they could say to each other would numb the pain or make it easier to deal with. When they got to Angel’s house, they got out of the car, “Wait,” Asher spoke and Angel stopped and turned around “You know that if you need anything you can call me and it-it doesn’t have to be me you can also call Baabe since I know both of you are close or even Milo and his mate. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to go through this alone. David said you were good at that, pretending you were ok when you weren’t” “Thanks, Asher. For what it’s worth, I’m here for you too,” they said and headed towards the house but then turned around again “Ash, don’t blame yourself. You did everything you could” they said and then walked away for good this time.

Somehow, it got harder to breathe when they walked in. It didn’t feel right to be in the house without him, it felt wrong, incomplete. They didn’t want to think, they couldn’t break down, not again. They decided to jump in the shower and a couple of tears escaped their eyes when they saw Davey’s shampoo. When they were done, they put on their pajamas and went to their bedroom but they broke down completely as soon as they walked in. His closet was open and the room smelled like him.

They put on one of his shirts and laid on his side of the bed, sobbing, while clutching his pillow, holding it close to their chest pretending that the pillow they were holding was Davey. They stayed like that for hours, crying until they had no tears left, until their head hurt from the dehydration and they were lightheaded from hyperventilating. They ended up falling asleep like that. They hoped they would dream of David or that they would wake up and this would’ve all just been a bad dream, but the pain they felt was too intense to be a dream. They went to sleep wishing they had stopped him from going to work that morning, they would’ve done anything to get him back but they knew it was too late. No matter how much they loved him and missed they would never see him again, never be with him, never get to be held by him again, and never get to have a life with him. No amount of sorrow would bring him back and all they had left now were the memories of him, his ring on their finger, and his pillow, now soaked with their tears. ✧༺✧༺✧༺✧༺✧༺✧༺✧༺✧༺ ✧༺✧༺

𝗮/𝗻: I honestly made myself sad while writing this and I was listening to love you so by the walters and I think that just made it sadder😭 I have a couple ideas and I might turn this into a series but I’m not sure yet and idk when I’ll have time bc I’m busy with finals

#redacted #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted david #redacted davey #david shaw #davey shaw #redacted angel #redacted angst #redacted asmr angst #redacted asher #redacted milo #milo greer #redacted darlin #redacted quinn #shaw pack #redacted shaw pack

[taelonsamada]

I’ve returned! Love the long chapter!

David and Asher just rolling up with guns, that made me laugh.

We love the darlin and David drama. What did you do David?

David missing angel in kitchen >:3

I swear Angel has a sixth sense for drama, bitch just sensed Darlin’s crush and went “oh this is going to be fun.” And being an 10 out of 10 wing man, we love that.

I’d love to see this chapter form Sam perspective, dudes like an excited puppy when seeing his Darlin.

A ranch family is ride or die, and you gotta be prepared for the “die” part if you mess with them lol

Drama, drama, 🎶 drama 🎶 X3

I actually plan on starting the next chapter a bit backed up, starting with Sam arriving at the rodeo, since it’s been a while since he showed up ❤️❤️❤️ so you will get just that lol

[lunareclipsee]

small redacted hcs just because i can

Shaw Pack

- from the moment that david introduced angel to asher they’ve been BEST FRIENDS. like little mall outings, double dates ALL the time, double date sleepovers at angel and david’s place, they even have a fucking frendiversary that they celebrate. and despite the outward reaction he has when angel and asher are being absolute menaces, in public no less, david almost cries every time he sees his best friend and his mate getting along bc they’re two of the most important ppl in his life

- i’ve already been over this one but babe, angel, and sweetheart are all chaos incarnate when they’re together for more than an hour

- throw darlin’ into the mix and david almost debates getting those little kiddie leashes (“what do you MEAN i can’t go swim with the sharks david come ON YOU LET TANK DO IT WTF” vs david “let tank do it? no i didn- HEY I SAID NO SHARKS-“)

- sam and vincent are hanging around at darlin’s and vincent goes “so when are you gonna mention that you used to bull ride” and darlin’ walks into a wall (vincent is more situationally aware than the both of them combined. he knows.)

- fight me on this and you die: asher likes opera

- milo was obsessed with marine biology when he was a kid so he has a shark jaw tattoo on his left shoulder

- asher has a star trek tattoo on his left ass cheek bc he lost a bet with milo

- david is afraid of needles. yes he is.

Elliot

- elliot has long hair and sunshine braids it a lot

- sunshine takes eli to the smithsonian air and space museum for his birthday and he cries bc he had always wanted to go as a kid but he never found the time or money and had just resigned himself to never going

- somehow eli and sunshine almost always end up getting gifts for eachother at the same time. even if eli randomly sees smth that sunshine would like in a little antique store, sunshine sees a constellation ring and is like ‘eli would love this im getting it for him’. always.

- like for their anniversary they both got tickets for the two of them. for the same band that they both love. on the same night. the seats were one row apart.

D.A.M.N.

- Gavin is afraid of snakes. Freelancer gets a pet snake (emotional support pet after the kody and vega incidents ftw) and gavin just “THERES A FUCKING SNAKE WHAT- i mean there’s a snake in there that i am NOT afraid of haha yeah”

- damien has a lop eared rabbit named zuko (it’s brown and it has a black spot around its eye) and another one named versailles

- lasko has countless pressed specimens, from algae to flowers to leaves. all of it. plant guy. he also has a lot of succulents and plants that he talks to and uses for medicinal purposes

- damien has small burns from overusing his powers

- lasko treats damien’s burns by using his aloe plant and some of his roses to make rose water and aloe gel (lasko/damien wound treating fic coming soon??????????? 🤨)

- huxley is scared of heights

- xavier is terrified of open water (lakes, ponds, ocean, etc)

- every single one of them has gone to detention for beating up a bigot bc i say so

- damien is scared of birds

- lasko, damien, and xavier are dating

- damien’s favorite color is yellow

#redacted asmr #redacted angel #redacted david #redacted darlin #redacted elliot #redacted sam #redacted lasko #redacted huxley #redacted damien #redacted gavin #redacted xavier

[fuzzy-melonlord]

So, this was just a little idea I had for Darlin and Angel's first meeting. Idk how well I pulled of the premise but it was something that was in my head. Since from how Sam described them looking at the beginning of 'Getting Closer to your Vampire Mate' they didn't really have anyone on their side during that meeting. So I wanted to give Darlin at least a little slack in the form of Angel.

Pairing: Angel + Darlin (Platonic) WC: 2.1K+ TW: Anxiety, overwhelming feelings, confrontation, mentions of death, feelings of isolation, guilt 

It was done, and they needed out.

Being around the pack...well once upon a time, it was comforting. Even if they weren’t super close with the other members, it was their home and a place where they knew people had their back. Now...all of their mental indicators were telling them to run.

As soon as the meeting was adjourned, Milo and Asher had come to question them. Milo a bit more angrily than Asher but still. It was a lot. After they decided they had laid into Tank just enough, they moved on to chat with David. Figured out what the next course of action. That meant that Tank was now free of Amanda to come chastise. Every word sent another pang of guilt into them that they wished would just go away. Everyone telling them that what they did was reckless, and thoughtless. Everyone repeating what the last person had said. They were grateful that Christian didn’t come over personally to add insult to injury but he made sure to complain loudly enough that they could hear it. Groaning about the mess they had dragged him and the pack into, something about being more careful. 

The almost nonstop onslaught of criticism was putting them into a strangle hold and It was the exact reason why they had kept the situation hidden, the reason they wanted to do this alone. It was there problem, not Christian’s, not David’s and certainly not the rest of the pack’s. They got theirself into this mess and by all thoughts of logic, it was their job to get out of it. Of course, by getting out of it, the only way being to kill Quinn, that was the only way any of this was ending. The only way to make sure he wasn’t able to hurt anyone ever again. 

For a moment, everyone seemed to be done tearing them a new one. But people still lingered in the meeting room. The noise was numbing to them, the chatter of their packmates couldn’t breach the white noise that had firmly planted itself over their ears. The meeting room was suffocating, and they needed OUT.

Feeling a hand on their shoulder caused them to tense. They knew they were in no danger here, anyone would be an idiot to attack a wolf pack on their home turf while EVERYONE is here. So glancing over they were met with the unfamiliar, yet recognizable face of David’s mate. Tank felt their stomach drop, David had mentioned them when he had come to reprimand them. They seemed nice, a kind soul, and yet as he said they were unempowered. If Quinn came after them, there was a strong chance they would die. And Tank knew it would be their fault, anyone Quinn hurt...that was on them and David made that abundantly clear. 

“Hey, David’s busy chatting with Amada. Care to keep me company while I take a breather?” It was...surprising how cheerful this person still was. A small grin on their face as they watched Tank, almost intently, for their reaction. Their eyes searched for something and Tank wasn’t quite sure of what it was. So they simply gave a silent nod, which perked up the unempowered human with a light that was almost blinding as they began to head out of the building. Tank’s legs mechanically move to follow behind them.

The elevator ride was almost completely silent, save for some small humming coming from the Alpha’s mate. Tank, honestly didn’t know what to make of them. When they had left David was still a grumbly single man, and now his life seems to have completely changed. And it wasn’t just him, Asher and Milo too, and if things went right so did Amanda and Christian. Everyone was out finding Mates, making their lives more stable and just being productive. They weren’t the little kids that Tank grew up with anymore, and they were leaving them behind. Yet another thing to confirm that...maybe they didn’t belong in the pack anymore.

Sure, it was family, and even David had confirmed as much. But being here, it felt like they were an outsider looking in on a pack that didn’t need them around. They weren’t...necessary anymore. Hell, when they were gone only David tried to contact them. No one else seemed to care while they were gone, and now that they were back they only cared because there was a possibility they could get hurt. Tank had brought nothing to the pack but danger, they couldn’t help but think of theirself as a liability and...liabilities needed to be cut loose. 

The loud ding of the elevator brought them out of their thoughts and back to reality. Once again they let their Alpha’s mate lead them out of the building and to one of the nearby benches on the sidewalk outside. The other flopping down casually onto the hard metal, Tank preferring to stay standing. Being outside helped, they didn’t feel nearly as trapped as they had been up in the meeting room. 

“So, how’re you holding up?” The question had their eyes snapping down to the bench, connecting gazes. They couldn’t help but feel like Angel was...examining them, almost waiting for a reaction they were expecting. “Definitely more air to breathe out here than up there, that meeting room was tense.”

Tank wasn’t sure how they could make light of the situation, it was...off putting. Hell, they had been one of the people David was most worried about, them and Asher’s mates being unempowered and all that. 

“I’m fine,” Tank lied, “I’ve got my focus and now I’ve got my pack to back me up if things go south.” 

Well, in theory. That would require them reaching out if they got a lead. Which they probably wouldn’t, despite David’s instructions to do so. They knew of the threat now and that left Tank free to do what needed to be done. Which in their mind was to continue their hunt for Quinn, and kill him, or die trying. 

Angel’s head tilted slightly to the side as they stared up at Tank from their seated position. 

“Do you? I mean, you definitely do have the option for them to back you up. But would you go to them?” Tank felt like an open book that Angel was playing with just for fun. It was like they were in Tank’s head and they were reading their every thought. A part of Tank even wondered if they were truly unempowered, but of course their Aura was a dead give away. 

“You gotta get a better poker face, cause I seem to have hit the nail on the head,” Their laughter was soft, almost misplaced for such a tense situation. But...it was also refreshing to Tank. “If you’re anything like David is, you’re probably going to stubbornly refuse help until someone makes you. Kinda like how David made you talk to the pack today.”

“You’re...not far off the mark.” They muttered in response, unable to keep the gaze of the...rather intimidating unempowered before them. Before now, Tank had been wondering how such a person had been able to capture David’s heart and it was starting to all make sense. They could probably read him just as easily as they were reading Tank right now. 

“Called it,” Once again their laughter caught Tank off guard. In...a good way, and Tank found theirself chuckling along with them. After their laughter subsided, Angel fixed them with a look that you would see a parent give their child when they’re concerned. 

“I know David already spoke to you privately, and I’m pretty sure he would admit he was at least concerned about you,” They began, their tone finally pulled Tank’s gaze back to them. Tank’s heart seemed to be about to pound out of their chest with the weight of their anxiety as they listened, “But, he was really really worried. And not like worried about the pack, kind of worried. But he was worried about you, the kind of worry that had him wearing down spots in the carpet with his pacing.”

The words sunk into Tank and added onto the welling of guilt sitting in their core. They had known David for ages, hell they were practically raised by Gabriel with how often they stayed over with their former Alpha and his son. But the basic emotions you got from David were limited. He was...stoic and grumbly but never worried. Especially not about Tank.

Shaking their head, they refuted the words. Unable to fully believe them. Their worth was nothing in their own mind. 

“I’m pretty sure he was more worried about you,” They retorted, crossing their arms over their chest. It was meant to give them a look of indifference but from Angel’s perspective it almost seemed like they were holding theirself. Trying to provide some comfort in a place where they felt that they could depend on no one but theirself, “You and Asher’s mate, and the rest of the pack were probably the people he worried about the most. I don’t-”

“Nope.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nope,” Angel shook their head, before gesturing for Tank to join them on the bench. Tank was hesitant to say the least, but felt compelled to join their Alpha’s mate. Once they were seated, feeling the cold of the metal even through their clothing, Angel spoke up once more. 

“Now, I’d like to think I know Davey pretty well.” The nickname had Tank raising their brow in slight confusion. The last person who had called him Davey was Gabe, and he hadn’t let anyone use the childish nickname for him in...actual ages. Even before Gabe’s passing. “I can kind of tell when he’s just generally worried about the pack, or worried about a person. Tank, he cares a lot about you. That’s why he was so harsh with you. It wasn’t just for my sake, or for the sake of the pack. It was also for you, because he sees where you’re trying to go and what you’re trying to do.” 

Their heart fell into their gut at Angel’s words, staring down at their hands that were firmly planted in their lap. A tension keeping their posture rigid and straight, unable to relax. The feeling only seemed to get worse when Angel reached over and softly placed their hand over Tank’s clenched ones. 

“He wants you to see the value in your own life, and that at the rate you’re going...Well, he doesn’t want to lose you. Honestly, I think it would break his heart if something did happen to you. He wouldn’t just see it as a failure as your Alpha, but he would see it as a failure as a member of your family.” 

The words were practically looping in their mind, echoing and repeating themselves. Tank felt their throat closing, growing hard to swallow as they fought and failed to keep their tears from falling. Angel’s hand tightened a bit around their own, and Tank found theirself releasing their own hands in favor of clenching Angel’s tightly. 

Angel said nothing, letting Tank free theirself of the emotions that they had been so used to bottling up inside of them. The overwhelming feeling of care emanating from Angel was almost too much for Tank. They honestly had no idea why this person that they just met was going so far out of their way to get them to open up, to get them to try and care about theirself. It made no sense to Tank, a person who had almost always felt alone even when surrounded by their peers. 

After a few minutes, Tank’s tears subsided and they let go of Angel’s hand quickly after. Wiping their face and hoping that their eyes weren’t as puffy as they felt. 

“You should probably get back upstairs before David notices you’re gone.” They muttered. Unable to look back at Angel, teeth sinking into their lower lip as they tried their best to not let their tears return. 

“You’re probably right, I’ll let him know you went home for the night.” They said, standing from the bench. They reached into the air, stretching out the muscles that had stiffened from the cold. Then turning to stand in front of Tank. “And, I know you probably are still hesitant about it, but if something happens please call him. Promise?”

They could see from their peripheral, the pinky finger that Angel had extended in their direction. Glancing up, they were caught off by how pure their smile was. That was probably the reason for their nickname, Tank thought. They were actually an Angel, with the patience to prove it and a smile that lit up even this gloomy day. So Tank took their pinky with their own.

“Yeah, I promise.”

#redactedasmr #redacted asmr #redacted darlin #redacted angel #redacted david #no beta we die like men

[breanime]

His Vows (with Bonus Boy)

Pure fluff ahead!

Billy Russo: Never in a million years did Billy ever think he’d be marrying someone--much less someone he actually loved. Affection, loyalty, vulnerability, those things that were required for love came hard to him. And yet, with you, he felt them. Looking at you made him feel incredibly strong and somehow especially weak, like he could take on the world, but only if you were by his side. The orphan in him wanted to spend thousands on your wedding, wanted to make a statement, a declaration for everyone to see. But the man in him knew better. The man in him--only recently discovered through your support--didn’t need to impress strangers, didn’t need the approval of his “betters”. He only needed you. So as Billy stood in front of the judge, Frank and Curtis at his side, your parents and best friend behind you, he knew this was right. You told him you didn’t want a big wedding, didn’t need the fanfare, and that alone was enough to make Billy, over 100 confirmed kills under his belt, fall to his knees in devotion. You only wanted him. He reached out then, taking your hand in his, and let the small audience around you fade into the background. “Despite what my guys at Anvil might say,” he began with a slight smirk, “I’m not really one for speeches,” he paused, hearing Frank’s scoff and Curtis’ chuckle, before going on, “so I’ll keep this brief. I never thought I’d have this. Growing up, my only goal was to become somebody, and even then, that was more about proving something to myself than anything else. But then I met you. And damn,” he shook his head, his smirk turning into a rare, genuine smile, “if you didn’t change everything. So thank you. Thank you for making me into the man I am today, and thank you for staying with me, working with me, being so patient with me. I love you, and I promise, from this day forward, I will do everything in my power to make sure you’re the happiest person on the planet,” he looked into your shining eyes, a sense of certainty going through him, an instinctual push that let him know that he was doing the right thing, “I love you, and I’m so happy to be your husband.”

Logan Delos: As soon as you and Logan had walked down the aisle, officially man and wife, Logan pulled you away. “Logan,” you laughed as he led you down a hall, “what are you doing?” “I’m having a private moment with my wife,” he answered, opening a door and pulling you into the spare room with him, “My wife. Mrs. Logan Delos,” he grinned down at you, “Fuck... How’d I get so lucky?” You laughed, and Logan reached over and held your face in his hands, staring down at the rest of his life. “I’m serious... How did I get so lucky? I mean... I’m a perpetual fuck up, the bane of my father’s existence and still, despite all of that... I got you,” he sighed sweetly, “I love you, princess. I’m gonna love you till the day I die, and maybe even after that too,” he smiled at your responding laugh, “Definitely after that. Fuck,” he let out a breath, laughing at the end of it, “I just... I just won at life, babe. I mean--look at you. Look at us! I always thought I’d spend the rest of my life in-between lovers, just waking up smothered in a sea of dicks and--” “--You realize we’re in a church, right?” You deadpanned. He laughed--Logan laughed a lot when he was with you--and he leaned down and kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you moaned against his lips. “Ah ah,” he teased, pulling back with a smirk, “you know we’re in a church, right? But seriously, babe... I never thought I’d be a one-woman guy. But you... You’re all that I want. You’re everything. You just... You just came into my life and changed everything. I was just running around, fucking around... and you just burst in and gave me... Purpose,” he sighed happily, “It wasn’t until I met you that I realized why I was put on this earth. I was born to be yours. I was born to marry you and love you and take care of you, and I will,” he leaned down and kissed you now, his kiss soft and slow, nothing but love in his touch, “I will.... So now, let’s go get drunk and dance so we can get out of here, and I can really show you how I feel.”

Jax Teller: “I promise to treat you as good as my leather,” Jax recited, that famous Teller smirk on his face. You laughed as the room erupted in cheers and applause, and Jax kissed you. He was smiling when he pulled back, those blue eyes of his twinkling with love for you and you alone. “I really lucked out when you agreed to be my Old Lady,” he said, his voice making the laughs die down, all eyes on him, “I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life... especially with love,” he admitted, “I was stubborn and ignorant and lost, but even through all that... You were there. You kept me grounded, you showed me what it meant to be a man and an outlaw, taught me how to reconcile those parts of myself, and for that... I’ll always be grateful to you, darlin’. You understand me--all the parts of me. I don’t ever have to worry about how to tell you things, or keep things from you. You get the club life. You support me. Hell,” he chuckled, “even my Mom likes you, and we all know what a tough sell she is.” The crowd laughed, and when you glanced over at Gemma, she had tears in her eyes. She gave you a small, approving nod, and that, coupled with Jax’s words, had you crying too. Jax laughed, gently reaching out and wiping your tears away with his thumb, “I love you. And I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life. No matter what life throws at us, I know we can handle it. You and me... we’re meant to be together, baby. We’ve been through enough to know that that’s true,” he smiled down at you, a soft, special smile on his face that was just for you, “I know everyday isn’t gonna be perfect. There’s gonna be times when we argue, but I promise you--here and now, in front of everyone we love, that I will never go to bed angry at you. I promise to always do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe, and happy, and protected,” he leaned a little closer to you, every inch of him devoted to you and you alone, “I promise that I will be the husband and the man you deserve. And, most importantly... I promise to ride you as much as my Harley.” The room erupted in laughter again, and you were still laughing--and crying--when your husband kissed you again. You knew, from that kiss, that he would keep his promises to you. Every single one. 

Coco Cruz: “I’m not... I’m not fucking great at this,” Coco began, his hands in yours, his eyes darting around the room, “You know, public speaking and all that shit... But, uh, I think it’s important to, uh... To speak my truth, so...” He took a breath, and you squeezed his hands in yours, and that was enough to calm his raging heart. Coco looked at you, his wife, and felt a completeness that he’d never imagined he’d feel in his life. He swallowed, willing himself to speak. “Everybody knows that, when I became a Mayan, when I joined the MC, it changed my life. I was in a bad place, you know? Just came back from Iraq, my mind was all messed up. But the MC helped me get right, you know? And then there was you, and all of a sudden, I realized... I was made for you,” he leaned forward a bit, swaying as he spoke, his hair blocking everyone but you from his sight, “I used to think my life was just some sick fucking joke. Then, when I became a Mayan, I thought it was all about being a warrior, being a brother--and it is. But there’s more to it then that. I didn’t realize until I met you, but... I was born to be with you. From the second I saw you, I knew I needed you. I need you way more than you need me,” he smiled, a soft chuckle coming from his lips, “It’s true,” he turned, addressing his brothers, “You guys remember what it was like, right? When we first started dating?” He was met with low murmurs and laughter. “I was a fucking mess,” he laughed, “I kept asking Taza and Hank how to be a good boyfriend. And somehow Angel ended up giving me advice, which was basically just ‘man up’,” he chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you, “I just... I just need to say, you’re perfect. And I know you don’t like when I say that, but it’s true. You’re perfect to me. Even when you’re a fucking raging psychopath,” he chuckled at your fake incredulous look, “you’re perfect. You help me see past the bullshit, help me see that life don’t just gotta be some fucking struggle... You make me happy, man. So happy. And I just want to make you happy, too. I want to be a good husband to you, and I’m gonna try. And even on days when shit ain’t perfect, I will still love you with all my heart, so...” He took a breath, his heart pounding as he looked down at you, his perfect person, his wife. “... Let’s fucking party!” You laughed, wiping your happy tears as the room erupted in cheers and the sounds of beer bottles clanking together. This was the first day of the rest of your life, and you couldn’t be happier for it. 

Angel Reyes: Angel sighed, his eyes welling up with tears. “This,” he began, stopping when he heard the sound of his own voice breaking. He cleared his throat, “This is... This isn’t how I imagined it. Like, when I was a kid, I mean. Like, not to be soft and everything, but... I used to think about this day, you know? Me marrying some dope girl, being in love, my family here to celebrate. So I mean... I’m happy,” he nodded, “I’m so... Man, I’m so happy. I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy, just... I feel like... Like I was incomplete before this, you know? Like this woman... she’s the other part of my soul. And I’m so happy, it’s crazy. It’s scary. I keep waiting to mess it up, keep waiting to say or do something to bring it all crumbling down, but... it won’t. I trust that it won’t,” he nodded again, meaning the words he spoke with all of his heart. Angel reached out, his fingers--adorned with no other ring but his wedding ring--brushing against his mother’s altar, “Watching you and Pop... I always wanted a love like yours, and now I got it, and I’m so happy, Ma... I am, but,” he blinked, the first tear falling, “...but I wish you were here to see it. I wish you could have met her; I wish she could have met you. You would have loved her, Ma. Pops loves her, EZ loves her--I tell her about you, but... But it’s not the same,” he wiped his tear, shaking his head a bit, “I know you’re looking down at us from Heaven, I know you see us, see her,” he sniffled, swallowing his tears, “And that’s good enough for me,” he chuckled lowly, “I know you saw when we first met, saw me pulling that machismo crap, trying to impress her. You saw it ain’t work, either,” he laughed again, “I bet it was you that gave me the idea to bring her lunch at work, wasn’t it? Yeah... That has you written all over it, Ma,” he tapped her urn, smiling warmly at the memories, “I love her so much... And I know you would have loved her, too. I just... I want to be a good husband to her... a good father---someday--to our kids,” he took a breath, “So, Ma, please... Be with me now like you were with me when I proposed, give me that same courage and certainty you gave me before, yeah? Cause in a minute, I’m about to go out there in front of all our family and friends, and I’m about to commit myself to this woman for the rest of my life, and I... I need you with me, Mami,” satisfied, he kissed two fingers and pressed them against his mother’s urn, “Thank you.” He straightened up, fixing his hair and wiping his eyes again. Nodding to himself, he walked off, murmuring, “Good chat...” all the way to the altar. 

Miguel Galindo: “I am not a man who can easily admit he was wrong,” Miguel began, chuckling along with the rest of the church at his words, “Okay,” he admitted, shaking his head a bit, “I never admit I was wrong,” he paused, looking into your eyes, and he felt that familiar tug in his chest that he always felt when he looked at you--pure love. “But I was wrong. As many of you know, I was married once before. And I thought that I’d spend the rest of my life with that person. I was wrong,” he reached out for your hand, taking it in his, the warmth of it spreading through his entire body, all the way into his heart, “I was wrong, and I have never been happier to admit that. Because from that failure, came you. And I’m thankful for you every moment of every day,” he smiled, and your heart flipped in your chest at the sight of your soon-to-be-husband, “It isn’t easy to be with me, I know,” he nodded, giving you a silent acknowledgment, “But you... You just know me. You know how to read me, how to get me to talk when I don’t want to,” he laughed, “how to shut me up when I want to talk... I’m at your mercy. And what’s more,” he leaned forward a bit, “...I like it,” his smile widened at the sight of yours, “I remember the day that I realized that I needed you in my life for the long haul. It was when we flew to Iceland. You fell asleep against my shoulder. You were so tired... And I was too. I was frustrated and tired and irritated, but when I looked down at you... Mi amor, I felt nothing but gratefulness. Grateful to have you in my life, grateful to be able to have you by my side, to have you as mine. I’ve been blessed with many great things; a wonderful son, multiple successful businesses, a beautiful home... But it’s you, my love, you who makes me take a step back and really see how lucky I am. Because all of the money in the world would mean nothing if I didn’t have you to share it with,” he reached out and wiped your budding tears, smiling fondly at you, “I love you,” was all he said before he was kissing you, and the resulting applause blooming around you was nothing but white noise with Miguel’s lips against yours. He whispered something against your lips as the church applause your love, just a short, simple sentence that had you crying with love. “Thank you, mi amor, for proving me wrong.”

Nick Amaro: “Gil and Zara and I are so happy to welcome you into our family,” Nick said, giving a special smile to ring-bearer Gil and flower-girl Zara, both of whom grinned back at him, Zara flashing you a quick wave, “Gil keeps saying that I took too long, and Zara says I should have just married you months ago, and they’re both right,” he laughed, “But I wanted to give you this--the wedding, the reception--because I know this is important to you. It’s important to me, too,” he took a breath, looking down at your intertwined fingers before looking up again, smiling at your beautiful face, “I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, my career, but you...” He sighed happily, “I know I can get in my own head a lot, but somehow, with you... It just seems like everything falls into place. I mean... That’s your power. You just make everything seem so easy. I see you with the kids, with your job, with me,” he chuckled, “And it’s like you instinctively know what to do, how to handle me. You make it look easy, and you can ask Olivia, dealing with me, isn’t easy.” He looked over at Olivia, her eyes shining with approval as she watched you together. “But you do. For good or bad, better or worse,” he took your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to the back of it, “I love you. Completely. Totally. And I’m going to continue on loving you until the day I die,” his smile reached his eyes, and they shimmered with love for you, “And probably even after that, to be honest. Every morning when I wake up and see your face, when I hear you and the kids laughing, when I see the joy you bring into our lives... It makes me feel so... secure,” he nodded, pleased at his choice of words, “And you know better than anyone how hard that is for me: to feel secure. You just... You make everything easier, more manageable... And everything I do from here on out is for you and the kids. I love you...Mrs. Amaro.”

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny couldn’t stop smiling. His mom was there, his Graceland family was there, and most importantly--the future Mrs. Johnny Tuturro was standing in front of him, just minutes away from becoming his wife. “Alright, alright, alright,” Johnny began, “Everybody shut up, I got somethin’ to say!” Jakes groaned in the crowd, “Jesus, Johnny, then just say it!” “Don’t rush him,” you called back, giving Jakes a friendly glare. Johnny laughed, kissing your cheek, “Thank you, baby,” he stood up straight, “Look, anyone with eyes can see that my girl is fly,” he started, making everyone laugh, “But for real, the moment I saw her, I knew she was different. I mean, she’s gorgeous, yeah, but she’s also smart, brave, a certified badass--sorry for cussin’, Ma--and the love of my life,” he smiled down at you, eyes soft, “I love you, I love you, I love you. And I am so happy to be making you my wife,” he turned pointing off into the audience at Briggs, “Which by the way--ha HA! I knew she wouldn’t go for you! Best bet I ever took, seeing which one of us was gonna get your number... though I ain’t gonna lie, you had me scared for a moment there when you started getting chummy with Charlie,” he chuckled, “But I was the lucky one. That was the start of the rest of my life, and I want to make every day we have together a perfect day. No matter what life throws at us, what happens at work, what we go through as people or as a couple, we’re always gonna have each other’s backs. Me and you,” he went on, “We were meant to be, baby. Fated. And baby, I promise you, I will be the best husband I can be. Because that’s what you deserve. And as happy as I am to be here with you right now, in front of all of our friends and families... Man, I can’t wait to get out of here and just be with you,” he grinned, and you could see the dirty promise behind those sweet words, “I’m crazy about you, baby girl, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he leaned in, kissing you, his next words whispered, so only you could hear him, “can’t wait to have married sex in the limo, either...” 

Rio: When you woke up, the late morning sun painting your body in its light, the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Rio’s eyes. They were soft and warm, that deep brown peering down at you and making you feel like the most beloved person on the planet. Which, of course, you were. “So?” He asked, caressing the side of your face with two of those long, sinewy fingers. “So what?” You asked, already in a daze from the softness of his voice and the sweet smile on his face. “So what do you think? How’d the first night of matrimony go? You ready to give back my dowry yet? Sell me back to my father?” You laughed, cuddling closer to him. “Nah, I think I’ll keep you. I mean, you did come with a cow and two chickens, so I guess you’re worth it.” He wrapped his arms around you, and you closed your eyes, melting into his touch. “I love you,” he said, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the crown of your head. “Love you, too,” you said back, rubbing his back. “Hey,” he pulled back a bit, looking down at you, “Yesterday was perfect,” he began, “The wedding, the reception... I ain’t never seen Marcus so excited to talk as he was when he gave his speech.” “Oh, don’t remind me,” you sighed, smiling at the memory, “I cried so hard; it was such a good speech.” “Yeah,” he nodded, kissing your forehead, “He was so proud to be able to tell you how much he loves you,” Rio sighed, “but, here’s the thing, mama... There was one thing about yesterday that I wish I could change.” You frowned, “What?” “I kinda wish we would’ve done vows,” he admitted. “Really?” You asked, eyes wide. You and Rio had decided early on not to have vows, you’d both agreed that it was so private, you didn’t want to make a spectacle out of your love. But hearing him say that he’d wished he’d given you his vows had your heart pounding. He nodded, “Yeah. So... I was thinkin’... Maybe I could say my vows now. I mean, I ain’t write nothing down or anything, but I just wanted to say... I love you. I love what you’ve done to me, to Marcus... I love the way you brighten up my life, how you accepted my son with open arms, how you work so well with me, the way you inspire me, the way you make me want to flip my game. I love how I can tell you everything, how I never have to hide any parts of myself with you,” he titled your chin up, smiling down at you, “I love having you as my wife. I love you, Mrs. Rivera.” He kissed you then, and you kissed him back, sighing against his lips, pressing yourself against him. “So,” he grinned, “How was that? Decent vows?” You laughed, kissing his nose, “Perfect.”

Bonus Boy

Tommy Shelby: “I have something I want to say,” Tommy announced. Everyone in the church grew silent, and you couldn’t help but notice the small smile on Jeremiah’s face as he turned to you. Every eye was on you, and you turned to Tommy, curious as to what he was about to say. “I want it known,” he started, his voice booming through the church, “That this is the last time I’m ever getting married, because this is the woman I was always meant to be with,” he looked over at you, those brilliant blue eyes piercing right through your soul, “Me whole life, I’ve spent planning, thinking, rethinking. Every move I’ve made as a businessman has been a calculated one, but with you,” he said, his focus on you and you alone, “It’s all instinct. I don’t have to overthink or second guess with you, because I can feel that you’re what’s right. You’re what’s been missing. And now that I have you... Well, there’s peace. Peace in me head and me heart that I thought had left for good. And I have you to thank for that. So now, I want to make you a promise, and I want to make it in front of all of our family and friends, because if nothing else, I know Aunt Pol, Jeremiah, and our Ada will make sure I keep it,” he gave you a small smile, and just that one gesture was enough to have you nearly swooning, “So here it is. I promise, from this moment, till the day I die, to always love, honor, and respect you. I will never lie to you, I will never leave you. I am yours,” he promised, “Every part of me; even the parts I don’t like, belong to you. And everyone,” his voice got a bit louder, and he turned a bit, addressing the crowd, “will know that you are Mrs. Tommy Shelby, and they will treat you accordingly.” You smiled; his words were as much an announcement as a threat. “Now, Jeremiah,” he said, a friendly note coming back into his voice, “Let’s get on with this ceremony, eh? I want to take my bride to London.” 

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ezra hcs pt.2

hey friends! i wanted to post some more hcs since the other one had a good reception and ive just been on an ezzie kick <3 tagging some fiends who interacted with the last one: @floraandfrost @safe-teycar @tuskens-mando @pedros-mustache @cannedsoupsucks @jk7789

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nsfw!

-space cowboy

-“bunny” “brat” “pretty baby” “honey” “darlin’”

-likes when u call him ‘baby’ like he MELTS

-writes random thoughts on any free scrap of space he can find. flight manuals, scoring pamphlets, travel booklets, other novels.

-keeps tampons in his cargo pocket for cee

-reads a lot but not as obsessively as you would think. it’s more than the normal amount for sure but he’s slower because he takes time to analyze chapters/sections and do outlines and excessive shit for them. but it’s how he’s so smart so u don’t question him, especially bc he leaves notes for you when he reads a book and plans on giving it to you. he has an entire section in his analyses dedicated to parts or words or excerpts that reminded him of you <3

-cuddler. aside from words of affirmation, physical touch is his love language. he is always touching you in some way or another, at least if you’re comfortable with it. because of his past, he’s constantly on guard around you to keep you safe. he will sleep with his face buried in your neck because he can’t get close enough.

-big time fan of cockwarming. like. ultimate fan. he loves the closeness, he loves being able to feel you twitch.

-daddy kink

-ride or die bitch when he finds his people. he will kill for you. no questions asked.

-his parenting style is “watch and learn all the bad stuff from dad so you at least know how to get away with it”

-likes to sing. is he good at it? yeah, he is actually. but he’s surprisingly shy about it and it’s really cute so you don’t tease him abt it too much. he’ll hum to himself while walking or working (and then he’ll sing to your baby too)

-paints his nails when he has the polish (usually black but sometimes red or like a dark green ;))

-used to wear eyeliner for fun but he’s too broke for that shit now so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-likes to hug. sometimes people get a knife in the back. but he genuinely likes hugging. he’s a physical person, he thrives off of touch. he always rubs your back at the spot ‘where your angel wings sprout’ (alternatively he will pet your head and then rub the spot ‘where your devil horns grow’)

-he is mean and a bastard and a criminal and a tyrant, yes. but he is also very romantic and super soft when he’s in love.

-forehead kisser !

-biter (affectionate)

-a relationship has lots of laughter and joking and smiling and joy // but it also has a lot of turmoil and uncertainty bc of his lifestyle

-dirty joke master

-love letter man - then when he can’t write bc of his arm he becomes a performer of improvised poetry—for you—because you’re all he can think about and if he can’t write it then he must speak it - and he eventually forces himself to learn to write left handed because he misses leaving you little notes

-prefers to not resort to violence but he will if he has to

-will go down on you until you’re begging him to stop. loves to go above and beyond for you

-obsessive personality. aurelac. knowledge. credits. drugs at some point. pursuit of adventure. adrenaline junkie.

-yes he’s a talker but he’s also a conversationalist. he’s engaging and fun to speak with, it’s not just one sided. (he can make it one-sided tho just to piss people off. he can talk about himself all fucking day baby.)

-many enemies. but he also has many connections/friends/alliances bc he’s so sociable. for every person that wants to kill him, there’s two more that’ll help him get away by the skin of his teeth.

-sociable but really likes to have one or two instead of a crowd. he adores his chats with you and cee the most, because you’re his people. he doesn’t have to mollify you with fancy words or try to impress you with his unending knowledge; he can just be himself without worry

xx anya

#ezra prospect #anya writes #happy saturday #ezra prospect x reader #ezra prospect headcannons #my beloved <3333 #i love and cherish ezra as though he is a real person. this is a problem