#but bet your ass i did will and always gonna be crawling out of my depression-hole

[trashmouth-richie]

Eddie x Fem! Reader [vol ii]

Summary: you were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.

W.C 3.8k

Trigger warning: enemies to lovers trope, eventual smut, language, crude behavior, Eddie is a fucking menace 🖤 this will be a series 💋

{a/n} I probably should have added this when I originally posted it. But I’m a little dumb— anyway, this is my submission for @newlips ’s milestone of love hope you all enjoy it 💋 I truly enjoy writing and I wouldn’t be here without the support you all as readers/ fellow writers bring to me every single day! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart ♥️

He wasn’t your first option for a roommate, in fact he was so far off your radar for a potential housemate, you damn near shrieked when you saw him. But when nobody had showed up besides him to view the small two bedroom house that you were forced to sublease after your roommate got married— you didn’t have a fucking choice. It was too expensive to run another ad in the Hawkins Post and summer was coming to a close. You were fucked.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” you snarl as you throw open the door to see his stupid grin. Always too toothy, too goddamn endearing. Made your stomach bind up. “No, no way.”

Standing in all his sadistic leather glory was Eddie fucking Munson. He’s taller than he used to be, still a long haired asshole, reeking of weed and cheap deodorant. What kind of sick twisted joke is this? Did you really piss off mother karma that bad that you have to live in a separate, more fucked up layer of hell? Fuck you Dante, and your inferno. There’s not a single other person in this town who needs somewhere to stay?!

He pushes his way into your home, leaning forward with a shit eating grin, eyes hooded and winking as your lips curl in disgust. “Nice to see you too sweetheart.” He taunted. Licking his lips as he stalked past you, his filthy work boots tracking dirt onto the carpet.

“Yuck — do not— call me that,” you hissed, you stand with your hand still on the knob, not fully committing to wanting to shut the door— praying that he was some sort of a hallucination.

“You gonna show me around, or should I raid your panty drawer while you sulk?” A dimple dips into his cheeks as his stupid grin grows wider on his face.

You slam the door with a thud, “kitchen, living room, my bedroom, the other bedroom, bathroom, garage, laundry in the basement.” You’re practically shouting, as you stomp around the small space, pointing to the direction of each room, taking a grand total of twenty seconds to point everything out, not giving a fat rats ass if he was following you or not. His laugh echoes off the walls, taunting you, making your skin crawl and your ears itch. You turn around to find him quick on your heels, your face almost smashing into his grease covered work shirt.

He doesn’t move, or make any attempt to step away from you, forcing you to put the space between you both, stepping back and smoothing down your hair. His eyes kill to yours, dark swirls of muddy browns searching your own, he asks, “Why do you get the bigger room?”

The fucking audacity of this man. You could wring his neck right now and nobody would even know.

“Excuse me?” You question, peering into his chocolate eyes, waving a finger in his face, “maybe because It’s my fucking house, you’re lucky if you’ll get a room at all.”

He leans his head back with a laugh, letting it slam forward as he deadpans, creeping forward and stepping around you, waiting til he’s behind you to whisper in your ear, “I’m lucky? That ad was in the paper for over a week,” he seethes, “I bet I’m the only one who showed up to view the place, so nice try, Tooty— but you’re desperate for the cash.” He wasn’t wrong, you were desperate, the salon paid okay but Josie just upped the price on your rental chair, making your mortgage almost impossible for you to pay on your own.

“…I’m doing you a favor. So, if you want me to pay rent and utilities, then I’ll, so graciously, be taking the bigger room.” His breath fans across the back of your neck, making the hairs stand up, and goosebumps riddle your skin. You turn to face him, hands on your hips trying to show how serious you are.

“I know it took you like four times longer to graduate than anyone in United States history, but you can’t possibly be this damn dumb.” It was a cheap shot and you know it, but who does he think he is? Barging in here with demands like a fucking A list celebrity. Not today, mother fucker.

A comment that would have normally made anyone else burst into tears, or at least leave hollering ‘bitch!’ as they stomped out to their car, only fuels Eddie’s perverted fire, “Ooo, an insult and a scolding, what’s next a spankin’?”

Your hard-ass facade drops, your face faltering to one of disgust instead of stern, don’t-fuck-with-me, boss lady, “Get out, Munson.”

“Nah, I think I’ll stay.” He saunters towards the kitchen table and pulls out his wallet, of course its a chain wallet, you roll your eyes as he starts forking over an impressive amount of bills and sets them down, one by one.

“Here’s my first month, last month and deposit.”

The total is way more than what you’d even told him but you're still tongue tied from his comments, he lives for this shit and you had fallen for it—rookie mistake.

“I’ll be back in a few hours to start moving stuff in.” He smiles widely, moving towards the door, “See you then, roomie.”

His figure haunts you for the next few hours you have left of peace. His smell lingers around the house, you shove open every window you can, including the one that was painted shut by the previous owners. He was so fucking annoying. Is that supposed to be charm he was throwing at you? Fucking barf. The only thing you were feeling was rage, and that you needed to shower after feeling his breath on your skin. Lighting every scented candle you can find, Sugar cookie and beach sands will do— the smell slowly wafts out of the windows. You shower quickly, figuring better do it now than after he arrives, the dreaded walk in a towel from the bathroom to your room was something you hadn’t thought of until this second. Hot water sprays against your skin, assaultingly hot, almost blistering the skin on your back.

You are seething, raging mad. If you were a cartoon, smoke would be funneling out of your ears. Mocking him, you think of better comebacks than you had thought up earlier. Scrubbing your skin until you resembled a lobster, and angrily scratching your scalp. “What’s next a spankin?” GOD he’s so nasty, the sheer nerve of him makes you want to throw a toaster into the shower with you. Nothing a few volts can’t fix. You towel off, looking at your reflection in the mirror as you wipe away the condensation. The stress of the day slowly melted off as it was rinsed down the drain.

You’re applying your eye cream when a—loud as fuck— knock on the door shakes the walls.

“Honey, I’m home!” Eddie hollers as you peek through the glass. He’s carrying a duffle bag and a 30 pack of Busch Light. 3 smiling idiots are behind him, two passing a joint back and forth while balancing a very worn mattress, the other swaying on the sidewalk holding a guitar, most likely already drunk.

Tucking the tail end of the towel wrapped around your head into itself, you fling open the door, “Jesus Christ Eddie, will you shut up! I have neighbors you know!”

“Oooo— first fight!” One of the idiots with shaggy blonde hair preens.

Your glare could compete with lasers against his skin, prying through his epidermis and burning the vessels.

Eddie lets out a laugh, “aww sweetheart, I didn’t know you were planning a slumber party!” he says gesturing to your towel and pink robe. “Give me about 30 minutes and I’ll be braiding your hair and you can paint my nails, give me all the hot gossip!”

You turn with a huff half closing the door behind you. The gaggle of idiots roaring with laughter at Eddie’s joke.

He pushes through the door into the house, tossing his bag onto the table, knocking over the napkin holder and the stack of mail, letting out a loud sigh. He rips the thirty pack open on the side, making the beers crash to the floor. You still your eyes and cross your arms, unamused by his stupid antics. He cracks one open, slurping up the spray of suds as it puddles around his hand and down onto the carpet. He kicks a beer towards you and raises his up in triumph. “Here’s to you roomie, Home Sweet Home!”

You’re so fucked.

-

“Robin, I’m seriously going to kill him. I don’t care if I have to go to jail—anything would be better than this!” you whisper-yell into the phone, you watched Eddie and his band of misfits bring in box after box, most of his stuff was in black plastic garbage bags. They formed a line throwing the bags to one another and the last one haphazardly tossing them into his room.

“Oh relax! A hunk like him moving in and you don’t even have to pay him? You just hit the jackpot!” She giggles on the other end of the phone, smacking through her licorice.

“More like jackass with all the shit he’s moving in.”

You’re hunkered in your room, between the wall and your bed, twirling your bedroom phone cord through your fingers, “Seriously the place smells like weed so bad I’m probably getting a contact high as we speak.”

Robin lets out a throaty laugh, “Might do you some good, you’re so fucking tense all the time.”

“Sorry—” you say, twiddling the blue carpet fibers through your fingers, “I’m just stressed after Nancy moved out is all.” It wasn’t a lie, Nancy moving in was a huge relief to you, she took care of almost everything. Organizing bills, scheduling pest control when needed, she even wrote the garbage pick up days and hung it on the garage door. With her gone, this all falls on you. “What if he steals my stuff in the middle of the night and bails?”

She curses your full name, “He may be a lot of things, but a thief is not one of them—seriously you have nothing to worry about, calm your boobies!”

“Boobies!” Steve yells, joining the room Robin was in, “it’s Eddie, he’s a total nerd, you’ll be fine.”

“If he’s so great Then you can live with him Steve!”

“Nope, no can do,” he says around a mouthful of food,

“I gotta keep this clumsy oaf on a short chain”

“Oh, you’re dead Harrington.” The phone drops and all you hear is squealing and thudding of feet running around.

“Robin! Not my shampoo! ”

“Steve? Robin?” You wait in silence as the line goes dead, “Uhh!” Slamming the phone into the receiver you hear Eddie and his leather clad Barbarians holler goodbye to one another. One too many “see ya later man” ’s and you’re practically puking. You open the door to your room and poke your head out. Watching closely as Eddie tears through garbage bags, unloading heaps and heaps of clothing, an entire bag dedicated to just band shirts, another revealed bedding that was quite literally rolled up and thrown into the bag. A quick sniff test has him turning up his nose.

The kitchen is taken over by Eddie’s stuff, more bags, more boxes, a cookbook titled: The Dungeonmeister Cookbook is sitting on the stove. A stack of Burger King collectible Disney cups is cluttered around the microwave. Along with an impressive amount of neon twisty straws and a bowl with a straw connected to drink the milk.

It’s like a small child moved into your home instead of a grown ass man.

Opening the fridge to get an apple, you can’t help but notice Eddie also moved some refrigerator items with him as well. Two big bottles of hot sauce, more beer than the local bar probably holds, a half drank carton of orange juice, and a giant jar of pickles, without a lid. Huffing with annoyance you step over Eddie’s bags of shit and get a knife from the drawer to slice the apple. The loud shrill screeching of 80’s metal almost makes you cut your finger. Stomping into Eddie’s room with your fuzzy slippers you don’t bother on knocking before you look for the plug to his cassette player, unhooking it from the outlet and pointing the knife in his direction, you all but scream in his face, “I almost cut my fucking finger off! Turn it down or I’ll cut the goddamn cord!”

He’s sitting crossed legged on the floor, cassettes littering his lap, his eyes almost bored, “aww Tooty I’ll play with you in a little bit, daddy just has to get some things done first, ‘kay?”

You roll your eyes in disgust, did he seriously just refer to himself as ‘daddy’?

“God you are foul,” you retort, throwing the cord down onto the carpet and placing the knife on a nearby box, “wouldn’t surprise me if you were a dad.”

Eddie throws his head back with a chuckle, “why? You into dad bods? Listen sweetheart, my metabolism will slow down eventually, gimme three—four years max and I’ll be all gut.” He flashes his pearly whites towards you and winks.

Ignoring him completely, your nose scrunches. “Stop calling me that!” your heart is pounding in your chest fury on high, “what the hell is that?”

“That,” Eddie says batting his eyelashes, “would be my masculinity wafting from my aura to yours, why does it turn you on?”

You fold your arms over your chest, and shift your slippered feet beneath you, “Do you have a certain amount of disgusting phrases you have to get out throughout the day or are you just naturally this nauseating to be around?”

“No idea, anyway,” Eddie continues, standing to his full height and shucking off his jacket and tossing it to the ground, “I’m gonna order a pizza you want in?”

“Maybe you should finish unpacking,” you say taking a quick glance around the clothes strewn everywhere around the room, “it’s a fucking mess in here.”

Eddie leans in close eyes ghosting over your features as they gawk over your lips, “well, sweetheart, maybe if you had given me the bigger room— like I had asked for— I would have enough space to put my stuff, besides,” he says, standing up and leaning backwards to crack his back, a small trail of hair peeking out from his waistband makes your breath hitch in your throat, “I bought dressers and they’ll be delivered on Monday, so my clothes don’t have a place to go right now, unless you wanna split your closet?”

“I’d rather drop dead.”

“Aww don’t do that, far too pretty to be dead, and what would the neighbors think?” He strips off his shirt and throws it in the corner of his room, your eyes dart away but not before catching a glimpse of his pale skin.

The small tattoos he had in high school are slightly faded with time, new ones are inked down his arms, across his chest and down his side. You can’t help but notice the silver hoops pierced through his nipples as they reflect light and draw you in towards his chest. He’s lean but built, no defining abs but the muscles in his arms could be carved from a sculptor, replicating a greek statue. Surely minutes have gone by but in reality it has only been seconds, you don’t even realize he’s still talking.

“…don’t need to give the cops more of a reason to watch me more than they already do.” He drops his eyes to your face, seeing you peek at his body. A grin is plastered to his lips as they curve upwards, he stretches his arms out wide, the veins in his arms protruding further out, oh what you’d give to just touch it with your hands, your tongue— wait what?—“Shit,” he says, drifting forward, your body pulling away from him, “looks like you aren’t into dad bods after all.”

Your cheeks flare red as you stomp out of his room, his joker laugh vibrates the walls as you slam your door. Throwing yourself on the smooth purple cotton of your comforter, and screaming into your pillow.

Nobody ever got under your skin the way he is. Why are you allowing him to frustrate you this much? He’s a boob. A pimple on your ass. That annoying twitch that your eye sometimes does when you don't have enough sleep. Yes, the festering wound, the bad rash that kept coming back, the burn in your belly, the thorn in your side— is now your roommate. Fuck.

A knock on your bedroom door, brings you back to your current state of throwing a hissy fit. You launch your cup of pens that adorns your nightstand at the door.

“Does that mean you don’t like pineapple on your pizza?”

-

Thank God you showered before Eddie started unloading his stuff, because he has been in the bathroom for at least a half hour. You’re sitting on the couch, the same rough, itchy upholstery that used to take up way too much space in the Wheeler’s basement. But a $20 bill and Nancy promising her dad that she would mow the lawn for the entire summer of ‘91, and it was now yours. Karen would sigh with relief that the ugly furniture was leaving, meaning her living room would get an upgrade as their now living room furniture would find solace in the basement. No longer stinking of cheesy pizza farts and bad B.O., or screaming threats from middle school boys about the inner demons of DnD, Mrs. Wheeler would come to miss the yelling, and the rotten stench of boys running amuck in her house. Nancy parted with the under stuffed, well loved, hideous piece of furniture when she moved in with Jonathan. So now, the outdated, wagon wheel patterned couch, was all yours.

The smell of finger nail polish fills the living room as you attempt at painting your toenails a shimmery blue that you had gotten at the mall with Robin. A fuzzy navel wine cooler tucked between your legs, you’re trying hard to get it finished before a new episode of “The Nanny” comes on. Eddie is singing in the shower, loudly. You recognize the tune as “Come As You Are” by Nirvana. Not that you were admiring the way his voice sounded. You were just surprised that a twenty six year old weirdo actually knew good music. The doorbell rings, snapping you out of, yet again, another strange spiral of thinking about Eddie Munson.

“Eddie!” You holler from the living room, “door.”

“Money’s in my wallet, just pay the dude quick and I’ll be out in a minute.” He yells back from the shower.

“Eddie, I’m busy— get the fuck out here and do it yourself.” There is no way you are walking around with wet toenails, what the hell was he thinking?

“I’m in the middle of washing my ba— “

“Alright! Fine!” You walk on your heels to the door, opening it quick to find a Hawkins High student in a red hat with the pizza logo on it.

“That’ll be $19.50,” he says with a less than enthused remark.

“Hang on,” walking back to the bathroom on heeled feet you knock on the door, “where’s your wallet?” you ask in a hurry through the door.

“Uh, my jeans I think,” Eddie yells back. You cross into Eddie’s room, looking around the mess he made, realizing the only thing he managed to make an attempt at organizing was his never ending cassettes, a few records, and an old record player. Posters decorated every wall. Metallica, Nirvana, Judas Priest, Black Sabbath, and White Zombie. The clothes were piled high in a mountain of leather, flannel and white cotton socks. Not a single pair of jeans that you could see. His bed sat on the ground, cluttered with notebook papers, dice, and tightly rolled joints.

“Eddie!” You yell from his room, “where the hell are your jeans?”

A chuckle echoes in the bathroom, muffled slightly by the spray of the shower head, “they’re in here, sweetheart.” His voice dripped with smugness and sweet notes of laughter.

Fuck it, we don’t need pizza. I can eat cereal. I’ll just tell the pizza kid to leave and Eddie can fend for himself. Fuck this.

“Tooty?” He calls from the shower, enunciating every syllable. “Come on,” he sings, laughing to himself, “I promise I’ll stay behind the curtain. You won’t see a thing— unless of course— you want to.”

You barge through the door, fumbling through Eddie’s jeans pockets, finding the black leather of his chain wallet and yanking out $25. An idea crosses your mind and you can’t help but go through with it. A flick of the lights had Eddie cursing every word imaginable as he was cast into darkness.

Thrusting cash into pimple head’s hand and shutting the door, you walk into the kitchen to get some plates. Eddie emerges from the bathroom. His hair is dripping in long strands, and your robe is wrapped right around his body, barely covering his southern region. The pink terry cloth material lined with lace looking absolutely ridiculous on his tattoo covered body.

Oh— this mother fucker.

“Are you seriously wearing my robe?” You ask, hands on your hips, nails digging into the cotton pajama shorts you’re wearing.

Eddie does a spin and swings his hips in a circular motion, his dick swinging like a helicopter.

“Well sweetheart, when you so rudely turned the lights off on me, I was forced to find the first thing I could to dry off with, and besides— you can’t deny how good I look,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, smiling the widest smile you had ever seen from him.

A lump of anger and sheer rage catches in your throat, “you’re repulsive,” you say, turning away from him and tossing pizza onto plates.

“And you,” Eddie says sliding beside you, his breath fanning your cheek, the cold drops of water from his curls pressing into your shoulder as he grabs a greasy slice of pizza straight from the box, “are extremely uptight.” The whites of his teeth bite into the cheesy triangle and chew loudly as he smacks his lips, licking the orange grease from his lips.

Anger boils in your belly, filling your veins with agitation so thick they’re bound to clog up. “I. Am. Not. Uptight,” you seethe through clenched teeth, and closed eyes.

“Yeah, sure sure,” Eddie says, mouth full of pizza, and his eyebrows raised, “whatever you say.”

You weren’t always this high strung. But having everything ripped away from you, would make anyone pretty goddamn bitter to the lemonade life had to offer.

vol ii

volume ii

A/N: thank you to everyone for reading this and continuing to support my crazy ideas. Thank you to everyone I had beta this story—@agentmarvel @pinkrelish + @sweetsweetjellybean you all push me to be a better writer and I am forever grateful for that ♥️♥️🖤💋

Taglist: @luna-munson83 @tlclick73 @idkidknemore @joejoequinnquinn @newlips (omg, they were roommates)

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Late Nights

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary : You are super tired but your boyfriend has other ideas.

CW : SMUT, 18+ Characters, f!reader, somnophilia, degrading, breeding kink, needy & very horny seb

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Sebastian was insatiable. You didn’t know where he stored the energy even throughout such a cumbersome day. 

Both of you had spent the day doing chores and getting the house ready for Anne. She would be visiting soon and Merlin forbid she sees a speck of dust in the house. You had been deathly tired after and went to bed early.. or so you had planned. It hadn’t even been thirty minutes before you felt the bed dip and Sebastian sigh. You ignored his hands that trailed up your form and continued to rest.

“Y/N are you awake?” Sebastian’s breath fanned against your ear and you scrunched up. You knew what kind of mood he was in and could tell what was coming.

“No.” You responded and tried to keep in a laugh. 

“Oh what a shame.” Sebastian snorted and you felt his hand crawl under your gown. His fingers played against the flesh of your thighs and his lips nipped at your ear.

“Y/N..” He pleaded again and you sighed.

“If you want me that bad then take me. I’m worn out Sebastian.” You whispered and kicked your nightgown off. Something had awakened in your boyfriend from the comment as he gripped you harshly.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you while you sleep?” He rasped and you felt your core throb. So that’s what he was thinking of. You couldn’t deny that the thought of him using you to pleasure himself even while you were asleep was deeply arousing. 

“Yes. You can use me.” You whisper out and shut your eyes again as you relish in his touch. His hands automatically began tweaking at your chest with a rapid pace. His teeth bit circles into your neck which were sure to leave bruises by the morning. 

“Fuck.” Sebastian groaned as he rutted his erection against your ass. You could only let a small moan as you felt his hand travel down to your mound. His fingers worked fast circles around your nub, desperation clawing away at his mind. He was more akin to an animal than man, leaving not even a second to waste. His large digit pressed into your needy hole, your body shaking at the new pressure.

“Fuck that’s right. Look at you swallowing my finger. Greedy fucking girl even when you’re half asleep.” 

His pace was erratic and you felt him insert another finger. Your body contorted with pleasure as he hit the right spot. A low chuckle filled the silence as he continued.

“Gonna fucking cum on my fingers and then I’m gonna plug you with my cock. You’re gonna take it all like the whore you are.” 

His vulgar words only sent you higher, your hand gripping at the sheet below. Your core spasmed as you came, drenching your boyfriends hand in the process.

“Oh fuck. Look at the mess you’ve made. Can’t even help yourself huh?” Sebastian bit at your neck and you groaned a bit.

“Gonna fuck your poor little pussy now. Fill you up and let you wake up to a mess.” 

Sebastian’s cock rubbed through your folds, teasing you as he positioned himself. It didn’t take long at all for him to plunge into your sensitive hole. You clenched and moaned at the intrusion, adjusting to his size.

“Oh fuck. You always feel so fucking good! So tight for me. Built to take my cock.” 

He began to piston into you, his grip on your hips brutal. The room felt like a sauna and your body flopped with each thrust to your core. Lewd slapping noises and Sebastian’s grunts were the only thing you could hear as your mind fluttered in and out of consciousness. You could feel yourself getting closer and evidently Sebastian was too.

“I can feel you clenching me princess. Why don’t you cum on my cock so I can fill this pussy up like it deserves?” His hand trailed down to rub at your bundle of nerves and your body jolted. 

“Mmm…” you moaned out in a sleepy stupor and he just laughed.

“Yeah I bet you like it slut. Cum for me.” 

Your body did as it was told, hitting that euphoric high for the second time. It wasn’t even seconds later that you felt his pace go slack and his warmth fill you up. His hips jutted a few more times before he finally stopped, an arm pulling you flush against his chest. 

“Thanks darling. You’re the best.” He murmured as he kissed the nape of your neck. You ran your hand along his toned thigh that laid behind you and hummed.

“Night you beast.” You whispered and he snorted.

“Goodnight princess.”

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PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ೃ⁀➷ pairing: sub stalker charlie x fem dom reader

ೃ⁀➷ warnings: stalking, masturbation, fingering, pre mature ejaculation, dacryphilia, overstimulation, humiliation kink, mean (ish) reader.

ೃ⁀➷ notes: this wasn’t supposed to be this long but enjoy…

you had just gotten in bed, with your hands in between your legs, right above your underwear as you heard loud rustling from outside your window. you knew it was charlie. you knew he would come to your window, watch you change, watch you touch yourself.

he wasn’t aware that you knew about his perversions, how he’d cum in his pants by just watching you squirm under your own touch. was it bad that you found it hot? the way he stalked you, the way he was completely and utterly obsessed with you. you’d leave your blinds open every night, just incase he wanted a show.

you and charlie had a couple of classes together and would talk every now and then. you had always found him attractive but you knew he was infatuated with you. you saw the way he looked at you, spoke to you, about you. you’d have to be dumb not to realize.

knowing charlie was right outside your window, you hand wasn’t enough. so you decided to ‘catch’ him.

you got out of bed, walking over to your window, you could hear charlie trying to climb off the ledge of your roof. you opened the glass to it see just who you thought it was, a guilty look painted on his face.

“what are you doing here char?” you questioned, playing dumb. charlie’s eyes scanned over you, you wore pyjama shorts that fell just under your ass and a tight tank top that he could see your hard nipples through.

“i-i can, i can explain myself.” he stuttered, panicking.

“go on then.” you told him. you crossed your arms over your chest, making your tits press together which drove him mad.

“i—”he muttered, he couldn’t even think of an excuse right now.

“were you watching me touch myself?“ you teased, your lips turned up into a soft smirk. poor charlie was so confused, he thought you would file a restraining order on him but it almost seemed like you enjoyed it.

“no- no i wasn’t i swear.” his tone was meek, begging to be believed, he even put his hands up, as if you were a cop.

“i’m not stupid charlie, you can tell me the truth. you’re not in trouble.”

“okay… i was.” he couldn’t look at you while admitting this.

“why don’t you come in my room char, it’s kinda chilly out hm?” you bit back a smile.

“uh, okay.” he crawled through your window, you closed it behind him. charlie examined every inch of your room, obviously he had seen it many times but never up close. charlie took in every detail of your room. he surveyed photos of you and your friends you had hung on your wall, little trinkets you kept, the products on your dresser.

you laid back down on your bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. you motioned for charlie to sit at the end of your bed, he obeyed.

“charlie?” you called, disturbing his train of thought.

“yeah.” he replied almost immediately.

“were you touching yourself while watching me?” you were driving him insane, but he deserved it.

“mhm.” he nodded, unable to meet your eyes. he felt so bad, so guilty, so pathetic.

“okay, well since you interrupted me, why don’t you watch me and try not to.”

“i dunno if i can.” he looked down at the his boner, poking through his sweatpants.

“kinda owe it to me char. i mean, i did just catch you stalking me, the least you can do is do what i say. plus i wanna hear you beg to touch yourself.”

“fuck.” he groaned. you giggled at him before pulling your tank top off, making sure charlie’s eyes were on you. the sight of your boobs right in front of him only made him harder, he wanted to touch them or suck on them, anything would be enough.

“bet you wanna feel my tits so bad huh? i mean you’ve been watching me change, jerking yourself off while looking at them. this isn’t the first time you’ve been outside my window.” you taunted. “gonna have to earn it.”

“how-how do i earn it?” he wasn’t even concerned with how you knew that he had been watching you for a while, just desperate to feel you.

“already told you char, watch me touch myself without touching yourself.” you pulled down your shorts to reveal the lacy thong you wore. charlie couldn’t help but notice the huge wet spot on your underwear.

‘you did like this.’ charlie thought to himself. he stared at you as you rubbed your clit over your soaked thong, teasing yourself with one hand, playing with your tits with the other.

“you’re so… wet.” charlie said in a breathy voice.

“mhmm was thinking about you char.” you told him. his eyes went wide,

“r-really? you were?” he smiled at you. charlie sounded so pathetic, you loved it.

“mhmm.” you nodded, slowly removing your thong. the sight of your body entirely exposed forced charlie to whimper.

“i-i think about you, like that, a lot.” he was struggling so hard not to touch himself, it almost hurt. at this point, your cunt was throbbing, desperate for stimulation.

“i know you have.” you replied before rubbing your clit in circular motions, humming in pleasure.

“can i um, can i touch you instead…like finger you? i won’t touch you anywhere else if i’m not allowed to yet.” charlie couldn’t bare just watching you. if he couldn’t touch himself, he wanted to touch you. “please?”

“not yet, be patient.” you spread your legs further apart, pumping two fingers from your free hand into your entrance slowly. “feels so fucking good, don’t touch yourself yet charlie.” you groaned.

“t’so hard not to.” he whined, putting his hands behind his back to retrain himself.

“i know, you’re so needy char. fuck!” you panted. both of your hands sped up, making your moans louder. you were squirming so much. charlie watched you closely, taking in every one of your sounds, movements, and expressions. he whispered compliments as you brought yourself closer to your climax.

after you came, you sat yourself back up on your elbows to see that charlie’s pants were wet. “did you cum in your pants? that needy huh, can’t even wait ten minutes?”

“i know, m’sorry.” charlie said shyly, he looked away

“i didn’t even touch you…you didn’t even touch yourself and you came, holy shit… you don’t get to touch my tits yet, couldn’t even hold off.” you let out a short scoff which was followed by silence. charlie was so embarrassed, not daring to look you in the eyes. he wished he could’ve just disappeared at that moment. “lay beside me char, i wanna see your cock charlie.” you purred. charlie followed your order, moving from the edge of your bed, next to you. “now show me, take off your shirt too.”

charlie nodded before swiftly removing his shirt. he then pulled down his sweat pants, exposing his cum filled boxers. finally, he took off his boxers to reveal his dick. he looked over at you, your eyes remained on his body.

“so perfect char, bet it’s really sensitive right now though hm?” you asked. charlie’s cheeks turned red at your compliment.

“thank you and yeah m’sensitive.” charlie responded.

you shifted your body so you were on your side, facing charlie. you tucked his hair behind his ear, bringing your mouth to charlie’s it you whispered, “i wanna make you cum again”.

charlie’s breath hitched, he couldn’t believe you were finally going to touch him. after countless nights of imagining that his hand was your warm, tight pussy wrapped around him or your soft hand pumping his cock, he was finally getting to feel you. “please make me cum again, please.” he begged.

“so needy.” you giggled, crawling downward until your lips met charlie’s sensitive tip. you placed short, gentle kisses on it, holding his shaft in your hand.

“oh my god, fuck.” he huffed, his breath heavy.

“i haven’t even started yet.” you nagged, taking your soft lips off his tip. while still giggling, you began slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft.

“mmm thank you.” a stupid smirk was plastered on his face as he watched you speed up your movements. after a few minutes, his chest began to rise and fall rapidly as his mouth hung open, high pitched and draw out whimpers leaving his lips. you felt his dick twitch in your hand before he came for the second time.

you took a second to think of a real punishment for him. as the idea crossed your mind, you immediately wrapped your mouth around his soft cock, feeling it grow in your mouth.

“wah- what are you doing? i, fuck, i can’t go again.” he babbled. you rolled your eyes in annoyance, taking your mouth off his dick.

“too bad isn’t it, didn’t i tell you that you owe me? charlie, you’ve been watching me, stalking me for weeks now. can’t you just do what i say?” your tone was weirdly calm.

“okay…m’sorry” he answered. you placed your mouth back on his now, painfully hard cock, hollowing your cheeks. “ahhh! it’s too much.” he moaned. unable to stay till, charlie began squirm and bucking his hips into your mouth.

“ohmygoddd please i’m sorry, fuck aughhh! i’m sorry for stalking you, it’s too much please!” his words were slurred, charlie didn’t even know what he was pleading for. tears began streaming down his face from overstimulation. you bobbed your head up and down on his cock at an increasingly fast pace, the room filled with charlie’s loud sobs and whimpers. you then felt that same twitch as before and as you suspected, shortly after, charlie’s warm cum filled your mouth, you swallowed every drop.

you returned back to where you laid before, watching tears flood from his blue eyes. “you look so pretty when you cry charlie”.

he turned towards you. “thank you.” he sniffed as you wiped his tears from his cheek. holding charlie’s jaw in your hand, you traced his cheek with your thumb. “you’re always pretty.” he spoke. the two of your faces were so close together, charlie brought his lips to yours, you kissed back passionately, feeling charlie grin against your lips. one of his hands found its way too the bare skin right under your boob. “can i um- can i?” he questioned after pulling away from your lips.

“go ahead.” you responded before attaching your lips to his once again. charlie cupped your tit in his hand, squeezing and kneading it.

“so fucking perfect.” he groaned before shortly pecking your lips.

“charlie.” you said, staring at him.

“mhm?” he mumbled, looking away from your tits and up at you.

“next time you’re outside my window, you can just come in.” you purred. your words forced charlie to whimper. he could do this again? touch you? maybe even be inside you? god he felt lucky.

“actually?” he looked at you with that pathetic smile.

“yeah, maybe you’ll get to touch more than just my tits next time.” you smirked at him, kissing him once more before he cleaned himself up, climbing back out of your window.

the next night, you heard tree taps at your window. knowing it was charlie, you opened the window to let him in. almost immediately, you began undressing each other between staggered sloppy kisses. the night ended in him sobbing after you rode him, making him cum five times, which left his cock red. he knew he deserved it.

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[lipglossanon]

Dressed Up to the Nines Again (And Anything Really Could Happen)

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Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

(stand alone one shot)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, stuckage (this one I had fun with 😜), oral (m receiving), dirty talk, brief mention of water sports but none actually taking place (Leon just being mean as usual), lipstick kink kinda 🤔

not proofread! this doesn’t really have a specific time frame it takes place, just pretty much smut 🤣 ending is also abrupt 😅

Title from Saturday Night by We Are Robots!

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You’re only half listening as your stepdad tells Leon to work on the kitchen sink that afternoon while you head out with a couple of friends. 

“Have fun!” your stepdad calls to you as you head out the door. 

“Will do!” you smile at him and then at Leon, blowing them a kiss but being mindful to not smudge your lipstick. 

But it all comes rushing back when you walk into the kitchen hours later and see Leon sprawled across the floor, his head and upper shoulders tucked under the cabinet so he can work on the busted pipe. 

“Hey!”  

“Hey yourself,” you say, kneeling to look at him but can’t really make eye contact since his arm’s twisted in the way. 

“Thank god someone’s here, listen I tried to fix this wrench in place and it got stuck to the wall and trapped my arm like this,” he’s talking fast, “it hurts like a bitch so help pull me out.”

“Okay,” you shrug, and grab his legs to pull him back but his body doesn’t budge.

“Fuck! Okay maybe let’s try a gentler approach,” his voice echoes from the cabinet, “grab my hips and pull, maybe it’ll jar me loose.”

You kneel between his legs to grab his hips, “You sure this isn’t going to hurt you?”

“I’m hurt either way,” he sighs, “okay, I’m ready.”

You pull him hard but he only bites out a low groan of pain. 

“Alright maybe, um, maybe do short tugs instead of one long pull,” he offers up. 

You listen and do just that but again he only groans in pain. 

“Alright, it seems like that loosened something so let’s try pulling hard one last time,” his legs shift restlessly. 

For the last time, you grab his hips and really put your back into pulling. You fall back on your ass thinking you tugged Leon free… but the only thing you’ve actually done is tug down the sweats he was wearing, showcasing the fact Leon decided to not wear briefs that day. 

“What the fuck?” he yells at you. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you quickly raise up, “I fell down, not like I did it on purpose!”

“I bet!” he snorts at you. 

You glare at him, “Just for that you can sit here bare assed til someone else comes home.”

“Wait, no c’mon, don’t be like that,” he pleads, “I’m just stressed from being trapped under a fucking sink.”

You hum but let your eyes drag up his legs to his thick thighs, all the way up to stare at his honestly pretty cock. Biting your lip, you crawl a little closer until you’re right at the apex of his thighs. 

“What’s going on?” you can hear the strain in his voice. 

“You said you were stressed right?” an idea quickly forming in your head, “that’s something I can probably help with, big brother.”

His thighs spread as he groans; you watch as his cock stiffens against his thigh, quickly filling out at what you’re suggesting. 

“You’re really..” he groans when he feels your fingers grab his dick and stroke it a few times, “fuck, so hot.”

You laugh at him, “For once, I get to do what I want.”

“You always get what you want,” he snarks at you but it loses its edge when you spit on his cock, “fucking hell.”

“Uh uh,” you chide, “now I’m gonna tease you and show you what it’s like.”

“Yeah?” he moans, “then show me little sis, teach me a lesson.”

You whine and lean down to kitten lick the fat, drippy head. Tugging down his foreskin, you bath his tip with your tongue tasting the salty, clean skin. Humming, you lick your way down until you reach his balls. 

“Fuck, they’re sensitive, princess,” he pants, “go easy.”

“Easy, huh,” your lips brush against the skin of his balls making his legs twitch. 

You kiss his sac all over, smearing your lipstick and leaving lip prints behind, “Aww there goes my makeup,” you pout. 

“Makeup?” 

“Mmhmm,” tongue slipping out, you lick and suck the soft skin making Leon lose his mind, “got my lipstick all over you.”

“God damn,” he groans, hips pushing up in the air, “fuck that’s so, ungh!“

You grin, kissing his balls softly, “Like that?”

“So much,” he pants, “s’fucking hot, always wanted a girl to leave lipstick stains all over my dick.”

You widen your lips and press as much of his balls into your mouth as possible, running your tongue all over until he’s dripping in spit. You pull away to lap at all the spots you missed, getting him nice and wet everywhere. He can’t stop the low grunts and moans as you tease his balls. 

You glance up and see that he’s weeping precum everywhere. His dick is coated in the sticky strands. Your hole clenches down, slick quickly filling your panties making your thighs feel sticky. 

“You must really like this,” you laugh at him, kissing the seam of his sac before running your tongue along it. 

“God yes,” he growls, “my little sister giving me the sloppiest head I’ve ever had? Fuck, princess, I’m gonna bust early.”

You moan, nipples tightening in your bra,  and move your mouth away from his balls to lick up all that bitter precum leaking from the head of his dick. Your clit throbs with want but you ignore it for now. His cock is soaked with spit once you’re finished and gently sucking on the tip.  

“Yeah that’s it, suck me off, show me what you can do,” he groans low in his chest, “what a fucking wet dream this turned out to be.”

“Mmm,” you mouth against his cock making it jump and smear precum across your cheek, “big brother’s got such a big cock, don’t know if it’ll fit in my mouth.”

“Fucking hell,” he gasps, “it’ll fit baby, c’mon ya gotta at least try. And it’ll feel so good once you put it in your mouth, make you feel so nice and full.”

You moan and suck the first couple of inches eagerly into your mouth, lips stretching and jaw open wide from how thick he is in your mouth. Your clit pulsing with your heartbeat makes you rub your thighs together, but it doesn’t really alleviate any of the tension building in your core. 

“That’s it, princess, fuck, s’good, you’re doing so good,” his thighs jump in an effort to keep still, “that tongue, god.” 

Eyelashes fluttering from the praise, you mewl and sink your mouth further down his cock. You suck softly around the throbbing length, tongue twisting around the head as you bob your head up. Your thighs are getting wet as the slick leaks from your panties. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Leon chants under his breath, rolling his hips to bury his cock deeper into your mouth. 

You press your hands down on his hips to hold him still so you can suck him off at your own pace. 

“S’good,” he slurs, “perfect little mouth.”

You drop your mouth down as far as you can, the tip kissing your throat and making you gag. Pulling away, you cough, thick strings of saliva connect between your lips to his dick making you dizzy with arousal at the sight. 

“You’re just too big,” you rasp, voice rough, moving one hand to jerk his wet cock, “guess you’ll have to train my little throat to take you, huh big brother.”

“Yeah, train you til you can deep throat me like the slut you are,” he rumbles, throbbing in your hand. 

“Mean,” you pout at him, kissing his cockhead and letting your tongue dip into the slit. 

“‘M close, princess,” he bucks up into your slick fist, “y’gonna swallow it?”

“Of course,” you moan, “want big brother’s hot sticky cum all over my tongue.”

“Goddamn,” he makes a punched out noise as you go back down on him. 

All of a sudden, you feel a pair of hands tangling in your hair. You jerk back but they hold you steady as Leon rolls his hips up into your drooling mouth. 

“You said you wanted it, so be a good girl and let me fuck that needy mouth,”he chuckles, “guess I should thank you, got me so hot and sweaty that I was able to twist my arm out.”

You whine, eyes watering as Leon continues to tease the back of your throat with his cock, precum dripping all over your tongue. Your cunt aches as your walls clench down on nothing. 

“Look at the fucking lipstick rings on my dick,” he groans, eyes greedily watching you cough and choke on his cock as he presses deep into your throat , “gonna need to buy you different colors, try’em all out.”

Pulling off with a wet moan, he gives you a second to catch your breath before bullying his hard cock back into your swollen mouth. You squirm trying to squeeze your thighs together but your pussy’s sticking to your panties making it hard to get any friction. 

“Gonna cum,” he grits out, hips stuttering up into your mouth, “gonna cream your throat, little sis. Make sure to drink it all up.”

Whining high in your throat must help him along because you feel his cock kick and throb as he spurts rope after rope of hot jizz into your mouth. You quickly swallow before the cum sticks to the roof of your mouth and tongue. 

Leon holds your head still while he finishes in your mouth. He brushes a thumb underneath your eyes, wiping away the tears building up on your lash line. 

He grins down at your dazed expression as you continue to suckle his cock, “Good thing I didn’t need to piss, could just hold you in place and make you drink that all down too.”

You push his hips away, letting his dick slip from your mouth all spit shiny and slick. 

“You’re so gross,” you cough out, voice even more raspy than before, cunt pulsing with ignore arousal. 

He grabs you arm and pulls you to his chest; he tilts your chin back as he looks over your face. 

“Wanna mess up your lipstick every time, princess,” he murmurs to you, “y’look so hot and slutty.” 

He kisses you hard, tongue lapping at your lips til he slips into your mouth and sucks you tongue. Pulling away, he pats your cheek then slips on his sweats. 

“Let’s go upstairs,” he grabs your wrist and pulls you up from the kitchen floor. 

“What?” you’re still dizzy from his kiss and the arousal thrumming in your body.

“Gotta return the favor right?” he smirks at you. 

You squeal when he grabs you, swinging your legs up til he can carry you bridal style. 

“Your bedroom,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his neck. 

“No arguments from me, princess.”

Lucky for you both, no one else is home for the rest of the afternoon.

#stepcest #stepbro leon s kennedy/you #stepbro!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #stepbro!leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #fem!reader #leon s kennedy #lipglossanon #resident evil smut

[freedomfireflies]

Harry in Your Highlight Reel

Thought I'd try my hand at this trend (trope? style?)! No idea if I'm doing it right, but he's cute so...it doesn't matter

July 17, 2019

The day we thought we'd give the zoo a try. He was convinced the orangutan was staring at him.

It was not.

He was also convinced that it wanted to crawl through the bars and start combing through his hair to eat it.

He then spent the rest of the day asking me if his hair looked "edible," and I spent the rest of the day wishing the orangutan had eaten me instead.

August 03, 2021

"Let's go out to dinner!" he said. "It'll be fun!" he said.

Last time I let this beautiful, British bastard convince to do anything, I swear to God.

First of all, we got a flat tire on the way to the restaurant. And then realized very quickly that neither one of us actually knew how to change a tire.

So, we took an Uber (even though he has enough money to just...buy a brand new car, but whatever), and it smelled like pickles. So...you know, great start.

The restaurant was packed, and apparently it was bring your horny ass to dinner and stare at my boyfriend night. You know, just another great perk. I believe we got a solid five seconds where someone wasn't trying to sit on his lap.

The couple next to us was in the middle of breaking up, and honestly...it was kind of fun to listen to. We made bets, which was terrible of us, but long story short, Harry owes me 10 bucks.

They got our order wrong, which wasn't a big deal except for the fact that Harry has an "allergy" to tomatoes (he just doesn't like them, and always ends up shoving them onto my plate) (which he did) (and I loved them)

Then, we went to the bar to get a drink before we left and he choked on an olive.

So...overall, just an average date night for us.

10/10 will probably let him convince me to do it again and I hate myself for it.

September 29, 2022

Found this throwback in my camera roll the other day, and sent it to Harry while he was in a meeting. Made a joke about wanting to sit on his lap and bite all over his thighs (as one does, of course), and then asked what the fuck was up with his toes. Mostly just to make him squirm during his appointment.

Uh, turns out I didn't send it to Harry.

I sent it to Anne.

And because she's Anne, she completely ignored what I said and made some comment about how little he was, how precious, and how he's all grown up.

Anyway, long story short, I won't be going home for Christmas this year, and will immediately be throwing myself under a car (shoutout to my hero, Mr. Jason Sudeikis, love ya buddy)

Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers.

June 04, 2020

He's gonna look so sexy in adult diapers 😍😍😍

March 11, 2023

Maybe she's born with it, maybe it's Maybelline 🥰

No, but why was his hair so flowy? Fuck Prince Eric, this is Ariel. Or Ariel's daughter, from the second one. Oh, he'd crush that. Hold up, lemme call his agent

Edit: After showing this to Harry, he has demanded I retract my statement and amend it to clarify that he feels like more of a Belle type? And then suggested I play The Beast, so...he'll be sleeping on the couch for the next few weeks.

Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers.

#harry #harry edward styles #harry styles #harry styles fan #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles highlight reel #harry styles boyfriend

[dairy-farmer]

Did you know~? Dreams are how the mind subconsciously processes information and our emotions ABOUT the information for us while we are asleep?

:Dc

Gotham Sure Does Have Cults! Don't it? Bet some of them get the bright idea to Capture God(tm). Which ALWAYS ends well, and TOTALLY doesn't lend to them fighting back! Getting the attention of Local Bats!

What with the Lethal, Diving People Too Insanity Nightmares going around.

They're gonna go out on a limb and guess Dream God. Sleep Deity, perhaps. The track the Cult down. Burst in and kick ass. As a Family~

And? The God can admit... they were kinda losing. Humans cheat and these fuckers were VERY prepared. They were gonna Curse this city to unending torment with their dying breathe... BUT! They don't need to do that now! Good for you!

They should probably...reward you or something.

Protocol, you know.

Uuuuuuh, hold on. *look around* Got it! Here. Take these handfull of shiny rocks. Yes, I'm stealing them from the Cultists. They were decorating anyway. Anyway! HERE. I give you A Blessing(tm).

THESE will give you Good Sleep.

One for each of you.

To make up for, you know, tormenting you into intense sleep deprivation, when that is the opposite of my Job. And then you saved me and all. Thanks~☆ *poof!*

It's? A fuckin weird day in Gotham. So basically, just Tuesday. They each take a rock and split, dispite Bruce's paranoid "wait, no! We should lock these up and stare at them suspiciously! Unknown magic! I have anxiety!" Twitching. They're gonna go pass out know. Someone call the commissioner and tell him it's safe now.

They get home, crawl out of their uniforms, into their various beds (even Bruce, as bullied and enforced by Alfred) and give no real thought to their new, divinely gifted, Dream Rock. Probably should have. The magic users would have Lost Their SHIT over those rocks. But, Bats? Telling people things? Voluntarily???

LOL.

And? Of too the first genuinely peaceful, guilt free, nightmare free, night of sleep they've had in A WHILE. As the Rocks get a feel for them. What they WANT out of a Good Sleep experience. Is it walking on the beach? Beating up bad guys and saving the day? A night at home? The Dream Stones shuffling through Pleasant Memories and Happy Thoughts looking for material to work off of.

And... huh. They wake up feeling FANTASTIC.

Turns out? When you actually DO get a good night's rest? No tossing or turning, no night terrors or full body clenching of muscles? Your body heals up. You feel better.

Wild.

These rocks are fantastic.

The give it now more thought. Oh sure, they discuss it. Trial period etc. But? It's all just peaceful meadows and seeing loved ones happy. The classics. Expected, really. So they move on. All while the stones are still finishing their Refining.

Eventually? Ding! They're done! They've gotten a full read of their owner! Know EXACTLY what they want. What would make them happy. So, when the Bat's finally hit the hay? They run their REFINED Dream sequence. Dreaming PLUS, if you will.

It's a school night. So Damian, unfairly in his mind, must go to bed first. Though sleep is not the unpleasant thing it once was. Usually filled with fluffy animals. This time? It's different.

He dreams of entering the Batcave. Taller, stronger. The height and frame he is destined to inherit from his father, finally his. The black armor of The Bat adorning him. Timothy is there. Captured, arms bound behind his back, gagged and on his knees, face pressed to the floor. His armor almost artfully destroyed by battle.

He has cat ears and a tail.

Yet this, like every other jarring detail, seems so perfectly natural. Of course he does. Of course Damian is. Nothing is strange to Damian, as he observes the ears pressed back. The whipping, furious defiance of that tail. The low growl that goes with it. Timothy's eyes catching the light. Beautiful and unbreakable.

Damian strides forward.

They back and forth. Word play sharp and cutting. But Damian has WON and they both know it. Timothy fights now only to save face. Enough is enough. Timothy is haughty. Every bit, beautiful and feline.

Damian has his mouth and DARES him to bite him.

Tear apart the ruins of his armor and claims him on the floor. Is he little NOW, Timothy? Can you ignore him still? The game is over. Admit you've lost! Admit it! The pleasure is too much. His Rival thrashing, biting his lip. Trying to hold back. Unable too in the end. Damian wins. Timothy begs. More, more. Please, it is good. More!

Damian...was NOT aware of the root of his need to fight with Tim. Will not know how to face him come morning.

In his Apartment, Dick drags his aching body into bed. It was a shit day. At least his dreams will be nice. He falls asleep. Blinks "awake" with an OOF! As Tim lands on him with a laugh. Is confused but pleased to see him.

Tim clings. Dotes on him. Bringing breakfast, activities just for them, initiating more casual touch then he has in YEARS. Then? When they get back from what feels like the perfect day out? Dick finds himself doing something he would never DARE. Coming up behind that trusting, warm, cute little body. As Tim chatters and puts things away. And slipping his arms around him. Holding him.

Kissing his neck. Slipping his hand down the front of those cute shorts, to start rubbing him through his panties. Get him wet.

Picking him up and bending him over the back of a couch, so he can tug those bottoms down. Eat him out. Make filthy promises to treat his virgin hole just right. Keep him forever. Listen to him whine and feel him squirm, having never been touched like this before.

Dick wouldn't... wouldn't...

But the dream feels so good. Carrying his Timmy to his room, like a lover. Promising to take such good care of him. Fucking him open on his fingers, then his cock. Kissing his face and neck and perfect little tits. Grinding his clit with his thumb as he finds that perfect angle and pounds til Tim has nothing left to give.

Just the two of them against the world. As pretty little family.

Which will make things awkward with Babs, if she wasn't having her own dreams.

Sitting at her computer. Watching Tim writhing and coming apart at the touch of her keystrokes. Making him wear remote controlled toys. Matching them on herself. Lazy days at the Clockwork, with Tim beneath her desk, a fucking machine in him, his desperate mouth on her.

Flashes and scenarios of what she and Dick could DO to him. Watching Dick fuck her boy sloppy. Not letting EITHER of her boys stop until she was satisfied.

Jason getting a classic. Boyfriend shirt and pizza. Railed on his shitty couch as the movie plays. Like lovers. Newlyweds. Coming home and trying to put a baby in Timmers on his fancy ass mattress in a cheap ass frame. Full on mating press, legs basicly to his ears. Timbers begging for it, needy. Taking it like a champion.

And Bruce? Oh he gets silks and his mothers pearls. The suits he wishes he could get Tim to wear, with stockings hidden underneath. Dinner and dancing. Gotham at peace. Tim looking at him with adoration.

Like a Classy Romance from the movies of his youth. Everything rose petals and candle light. Tim TAKING it, dispite how difficult it is for partners to handle him. Everything being tight and slick and hot. Bruce being ruinous in how good he is. No one will ever be able to compare. Tim is his. Just his.

Waking up and nearly yeeting the Dram Stone through the nearest wall.

Tim of course... dream fucks several teammates, a couple Hot Celebrities, and that one GORGEOUS Alien Prince from that one mission when he was like 14. *siiiiiips morning coffee* was an interesting night. Given everyone's thousand yard stare, good to see it wasn't just him who Learned Some Stuff About Themselves last night.

He'll agree not to ask if they don't?

DEAL.

-🐼🐼🐼

everyone but tim grappling with their own existence, morality, and guilt at the breakfast table 😭😭😭

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[leclerced]

Maneater au where oscar is just like her little trophy boyfriend.

Theres an even she was invited to? Oscar is on her arm. Theres an annoying ass photoshoot at six am? Oscar is sitting there with an energy drink watching her get all her pretty pictures. She wins a race? Oscar is waiting and watching her from under/is on the podium with her.

He’d honestly just be so happy to be there for her. She can do literally no wrong in his eyes. She shunts into someone in turn one knocking both cars out because they said something bad about him? He’s instantly like “Oh baby, you did so good and im so proud of you. Lets get takeout and watch your favorite movie” and if they happen to have dirty nasty sex on the couch while the movies still playing he’d never complain.

-🥰

(lmao yeah the 😍 emoji is lowkey scary)

he’s her trophy boyfriend!!! he goes everywhere with her and you bet she’s the one dressing him for any event they go to. i can imagine lewis noticing he’s dressing well and complimenting him and he’s like haha yeah my gf dresses me! kinda sheepish because he feels silly when he tells people but she deserves all the credit. she loves doing it and he knows he looks good bc of everyones compliments, so he doesn’t really mind. then suddenly his girlfriend is besties with lewis hamilton bc they bond over fashion. the three of them go to fashion shows that lewis and his gf get invited to and he’s tagging along, mostly clueless, while they chat up designers and models and even though he’s surrounded by gorgeous people, he’s just in awe of his girlfriend and how good she looks in the vintage or custom designer. there are memes, like gigi hadid is on the runway and gf and lewis are watching gigi, but oscar’s watching his gf like she’s the one on the runway.

them getting a podium is everyone’s favorite thing bc they shower each other with champagne and its always weirdly erotic plus there’s one time they make out after she gets her first win. he pours his champagne into her mouth and momentarily forgets they’re on live tv and have a massive crowd watching them. he's taken aback by how hot she looks as she swallows the champagne and then licks her lips and he pulls her down for a kiss on their podium steps. everyone is screaming and cheering, the third person on the podium is still spraying them with champagne and it’s like a vmas best kiss. iconic.

he’s so obsessed with her she can do no wrong. and she’s so protective over him when she sees a mclaren on the side of the track she’s radioing in like “did someone hit my bf??” as if she’s gonna take them out in revenge if someone did. if someone really did, then as soon as she’s out of her car she’s seeking oscar out to make sure he’s okay, holding back her anger until she knows he’s safe. after the first time he learns to hold her in place after she hugs him because her second stop after checking on him is whoever crashed him out, to yell at them and ask them what the fuck is wrong with them. he thinks its cute how protective she is over him, but not everyone finds it so endearing. he’d calm her down and convince her to just leave with him after their media duties and she promises she won’t do anything.

but then she sees them during her interview and she’s calling them out like, “hey! did you apologize to my boyfriend yet? no? go fucking apologize!” they immediately find him and apologize and then tweet an apology publicly bc she scares them. once they’re back in their hotel room and cozied up for a movie, she’d crawl onto his lap and start telling him how glad she is that he wasn’t hurt at all, but she needs to double check and make sure the doctors didn’t miss any bruises. he thinks she’s serious until she takes his shirt off and starts kissing his chest.

#ask #maneater au #🥰 anon

[starter-library]

THE GUY WHO DIDN'T LIKE MUSICALS LYRIC STARTERS feel free to change phrasing/pronouns as you see fit

“Musicals tell the impossible (impossible) They evoke the philosophical”

“Should we kill him?”

“What an ass! What a bitch! What a cuck!”

“The apotheosis is upon us”

“Where the fuck is he?”

“You gotta believe in something, [name], you piece of shit”

“[Name] you piece of shit”

“Sometimes I just wanna shout on top of roof and mountain tops”

“Yesterday is retroactive Got myself a new perspective”

“What the fuck was that?”

“I may not have a home but that's way okay”

“The world is my house, The dogs are my food”

“Uh, what's going on here?! I'm very confused and concerned by all this”

“Do you wanna save the planet?”

“What do you want, [name]? Tell me what you desire to see”

“So, what do you want, Paul? What's that one concrete goal that motivates all your actions?”

“I don't know, I want what anyone wants? Money, a partner? Kids, someday, maybe?”

“A man so vague just can't be trusted”

“D'you know what I want for myself? I've waited for so long to tell somebody else.”

“You're my muse, my source of light”

“[name] my love. I want you to choke me out at night”

“I want you to choke me while I jerk off”

“I'm gonna go get some coffee, do you want anything?”

“Get your cup of roasted coffee”

“Get your cup of poisoned coffee”

“You better empty out all of them pockets but don't empty out all of them pockets”

“Check your mirror, you'll find hell has arrived”

“Do the things I say, I'm a cop”

“Put in your mouth and suck it!”

“Oh, [name], please stop! I'm your wife, just talk to me, baby!”

“God, we were young once. Innocent and fun once and free”

“You tied up my heart, You tied me down”

“Now break me open with your love and mercy”

“[name], baby! Apple of my eye! Don't you trust me?”

“I've effed up, [name], effed up with you”

“Will you ever forgive me? I'll crawl on my hands and knees”

“Oh fuck, I'm fading fast, I think you better come quick”

“I really don't wanna die alone in here. Time to say our goodbyes at the end of the road”

“This body's not gonna last, the air is cold and thick”

“You brought me back from the dead, [name]!”

“The time for chaos is long past overdue”

“Death isn't optional in fact it’s optimal”

“Join us and die”

“We're gonna kick your ass and then we're gonna Fucking kick your ass”

“I'm not your girl anymore”

“You left me out of your sight for one second and look what happens, nightmare time”

“No matter what you believe The apple's fallen far from the tree”

“It's not my fault anymore”

“Did you know that I wanted to live with you?

“Why does it hurt to love you? Why am I in pain?”

“If I turned my insides out, would you even know that I was there?”

“A show stoppin' number is something you die for”

“This song's pretty good, huh? I bet you didn't know I was also a composer”

“I've also been writing my own musical…Do you mind if I give you the pitch?”

“But those glory days, they're gone for good…Or are they?”

“Business calls, I'm up to my ass in shit. What is this business?”

“Last weekend feels like ages ago”

“I can't wait to get home to my boys”

“Come on, [name] We've got some catching up to do”

“There's only room for right and wrong”

“You can't run”

“You're staring down the gun 'Cause you're easily disposed”

“Did you hear the word?”

“Is your heart so damp and bleak that you won’t give us a peek of your soul?”

“There's a voice inside of you on the edge of coming through”

“Am I dead? I’m coming apart at the seams!”

“I’ve never been happy wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Is my integrity worth anything at all?”

“Am I crazy? Maybe I’ve always been”

“What if I told you I made it and this is the life that I chose?”

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Don't you want to see me happy? Is it so tragically wrong?”

“We must go on with the show it's inevitable”

“I found my calling you can do the same now”

#roleplay meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay starter #roleplay prompts #sentence meme #sentence starter meme #sentence starters #lyric starters #rp prompt #musical starters #the hatchetfield series #starkid #the guy who didn't like musicals #if this gets enough traction I’ll do Black Friday and NPMD

[clanofjones]

Ghosts of Our Days: Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen ->

A/N: Fair warning, Casey and Raph get up to some... fun times, so if you don't want to read that, the beginning and end will be marked with red

Co-written with @theosb0rnway, as per usual!

Chapter Twelve: Assault and Amaze

Raphael found it weird that he loved laying on top of his own corpse, with his lover right beside him. Today was somehow perfect, which he never expected with the way that Casey had brutally murdered that cop. 

Sure, they'd both heard the sirens blaring almost all day, but it was... surprisingly relaxing to have the whole day to themselves, even in a building that looked like it could send them to their deaths any minute. The couple had spent practically the entire day on the icebox, Casey sleeping for the large majority while Raph kissed his face and told her loving words that he knew she would never hear. 

He'd also been working on a secret side project as he did so, hoping that Casey would be as thrilled as he was when he had finally achieved his goal. Seeing as she hadn't stopped kissing him since he made the big reveal, she loved it very much. 

Trying to be a loving boyfriend, Raph had woken him up with as many kisses as he could place on the older boy's face, then waited to see what happened next.

Casey’s POV

Casey wrapped her arms around his lover and pulled him closer, purring gently. 

WAIT. 

Pull him closer? 

The vigilante's eyes shot open as she saw his arms wrapped around Raph as if he was a solid being, then said turtle smiling at him, which was rare in itself. 

"What the!" 

"Surprise, babe! You like it? I've been practicing all morning!" 

"Holy shit, R-Raphie, I- I can't believe it!" He took his time running her hands up and down Raph's arms, then moved to his chest, still in awe. 

"I can't do it forever but for now-" 

(sex scene ahoy! Skip ahead if you like. Or don't! Just don't complain in the comments or tags :))

"Fuck me." 

This time it was Raph who was caught off guard. "W-What?" 

"I thought I lost you forever, Raph! If Casey Jones somehow has the opportunity to let you rail her again, you can bet your sweet ass he's gonna take it!" 

Raph didn't think he could blush, but if he wasn't dead, his entire body would be as red as his mask. "Oh- okay! I mean, there's nothing going on outside, you're safe somehow, so yeah." He softly gripped Casey's arms and flipped him on her back. "Can you take off your clothes for me? Wanna save up my energy." 

Casey nodded rapidly, stripping as fast as she possibly could. He didn't care where anything landed, and she was so used to the ice box that it didn't even bother his naked skin. He spread her legs, smiling in anticipation as Raph crawled on top her, his plastron pressing into Casey's chest, leaning his head down to lick and suck at her neck. 

Casey let out a loud moan, and Raph had to put a hand over his mouth. 

"Not that loud." 

"I can't help it when you do that! You're too good, Raphie, too good- oh FUCK!" 

Raph grabbed Casey's dick and started to stroke it, smirking as Casey bucked up into his transparent hand. 

"Casey, PLEASE, be quiet-" 

"Tell me to be quiet again and I'll find a way to flip you over and take you myself!" 

"What makes you think you can even try, Jones?" Raph's thumb glided over Casey's slit and the girl let out a choked moan. 

"If you keep teasing me-" 

"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" 

"Hey, that's s’posed to be my line!" 

"It will be soon if you stay patient!" 

"Fuck being patient, I want you in me!" He whined, thrusting up against Raph. The turtle rolled his eyes. Casey Jones, impatient as always. 

"Suck?" Raph put his fingers to Casey's mouth and he took them in, sucking long and slow, still trying to comprehend that idea that Raph could do this. 

When he felt like he had enough of Casey's spit, he slowly slipped a finger in Casey's ass, enjoying the muffled moans it brought. Then he slipped in another, then the final finger, asking Casey if he could start moving and getting an eager nod in return. He pushed his fingers in and out, his brain ignoring everything except for the beautiful sounds his lover was making. 

"Raphie, I'm gonna-" 

"Nope." He pulled his fingers out quickly but carefully, Casey letting out a loud whine and grabbing at Raph's hands. "Don't worry, baby girl, you'll get there soon, just hang on-" 

The hands suddenly dropped to the bed and Casey let out a filthy moan. "Fuck, say that again!" 

"Baby girl... my baby girl." 

Casey sounded like one of her own victims from the way he was screaming, loud and long and muffled. 

Raph took the opportunity to slowly stick himself into Casey's hole, watching his expression as he did so. Despite the paint all over Casey's face hiding some of her smaller expressions, Raph could easily tell he was enjoying this. 

"Tell me when I can go, babe." 

"If you don't go now, I'm gonna throw you off the ice box!" 

"Got it." He slipped in all the way and Casey saw stars, her eyes closing and Raph leaning forward to kiss her as he moved in and out. It only took another minute before Casey came, biting harshly into Raph's ghostly skin. 

"Raphie?" 

"Yeah Case?" 

"Can we do that again?" 

"Course, baby, but I haven't even come yet!" 

"Oh." Casey muttered dumbly, still trying to gain back his half of the brain cell that he lost during her orgasm. 

He was so ready to go for round two, and round three, and round four... and then Shredder. Raph may exist, but Casey's vengeance wasn't even close to being over yet. But for the time being, she could enjoy this moment. 

(Y'all are safe now! LOL, enjoy the chapter)

"Can't believe we're having sex on top of the fuckin' death box." 

"RAPHIE!" The rest of the day was just as lazy, between eating chips, target practice with more crappy photos of Shredder, and the Sudokus Casey actually bought from the Walmart. 

"I still don't get it!" Casey stared hopelessly at his latest failed Sudoku puzzle. 

"Every row and every box has to have all the numbers, no repeats."

"But how do all of them not repeat? UGH! Screw Shredder! Casey Jones's mortal enemy is math!" 

She threw the book on the ground and groaned, burying her head in his arms. He could hear Raph laughing behind her, shaking his head at the chaos. 

"It's alright Case. I'll help you out, it's not that hard." He grabbed the book off the floor and set it back on the table, sitting down next to Casey and wrapping an arm around his back. He flinched a little, but it went away when Raph kissed her painted cheek. 

"Okay. Be my hero, Raphie! Save me from this demon humans know as math!" 

"Alright. So you see this square? Look at all the numbers, which ones are you missing?" 

"1, 2, 3, and 5." 

"Okay. So can 2 go there?" Raph pointed to a column where there was already a 2. 

"No." 

"So where CAN it go?" 

Casey scanned the columns, looking for one that didn't have a 2 in it. "That one!" 

"There we go! Now do the same thing for the other numbers and then for all the other numbers in the other boxes!" 

"But that's SO much work!" 

"That's why it's a puzzle, Case. It's 'sposed to be hard." 

"Can't I just go out and beat up the rest of those pigs? That sounds like WAY more fun than number boxes." 

"And ice boxes-" 

"Hey!" 

"But no. I ain't lettin you go out there Case, not after what you just did, everyone's after you now!" 

"Raph, I've faced worse than the fuckin’ POLICE, they're like ants underneath my hockey sticks!" Raph had had enough of this conversation. 

"Casey, JUST STAY HERE, goddamnit!" Casey flinched again, her hands balling up into fists as a reflex. 

"Raphael." His voice was deadly calm, hiding all the emotions she was feeling as well as he could. "If you EVER yell at me like that again..." Her voice started to shake as he whispered out, "W-We're done." 

"Casey, fuck, I'm sorry, I just- I don't want you getting hurt." Casey looked calmer now. "I know, and I won't. Trust me." 

Casey couldn’t recall the last time he’d broken a promise to Raph. At least not in any way that had mattered. Good thing she hadn’t said ‘I promise’, Casey thought to himself. 

Then, at least she won on a technicality. But she really hoped that ghosts didn’t have telepathy or some weird shit like that. The hard part was being able to sneak out. There had always been the fail-safe of just walking through Raph, but not only was that needlessly harsh, but it also wouldn’t have stopped Raph from trying to coax Casey back to the crappy apartment. But that wasn’t exactly viable anymore.

Not only could her boyfriend probably cart him back to the apartment with a decent margin of error (Raph had said he couldn’t do it for long, after all) but he was also a ninja, so sneaking away from said ninja would be difficult. And ghosts didn’t seem to sleep, for some dumb reason. 

But it would be an unreasonable amount of stupid to try and sneak out now. So she waited. 

And waited. 

And waited a little more. 

Until, finally, Raph decided to put his newfound skills to the test and retrieve the delivery pizza he'd begrudgingly let Casey order. Only it wasn’t right outside, the pizza delivery people always seemed to get spooked at the sight of a barren and run down apartment, particularly at the one room that looked like the perfect place to be murdered in and have your body tossed into a corner. 

So, the second Raph was out of eyesight, Casey nodded with a terse grin. There wasn’t much rhyme or reason she could apply to this situation – just apply the logic for getting the fuck out of dodge. 

So, naturally, he did what he always did when faced with a rough objective that equated to ‘get the fuck outta dodge’, and slid across the irregular, torn up floor to grab a duffel bag containing most of his equipment – equipment being weapons and spray cans – and ran for the knocked in wall. 

She jumped off the ledge, and launched the grappling hook, taking a sharp turn in midair, away from the side of the building with any windows he was visible from. It wasn’t particularly either of their faults – a gal’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do, right? 

If Casey felt any sort of guilt, it was about as faint as the faint string of expletives that, if he strained his ears, she might just have been able to hear from the old, ramshackle apartment. But Casey Jones didn't have time for that. 

He had some work to do. 

Donnie’s POV 

If asked how things were going, Donnie would have replied that things weren’t going at all. He kicked over one of the cork boards, and it fell to the ground with a mighty crash. 

“DUDE! What was THAT for? There’s some valuable research in there!” Mikey screeched, scooped some haphazardly drawn theories from the board, and flicked Donnie in the forehead, though not as hard as Raph might have. 

Raph… Donnie’s face contorted itself into a deep frown. 

They needed to stop creating senseless dead ends – Leo was right, in a sense. They needed to whittle out the possibilities from the chatter, and regroup with Raph and Casey. 

Then, once they were all accounted for and in decent enough health, they could continue in what seemed like an uphill battle to take the self-proclaimed ‘Skullshot’ out of commission and finally put an end to Oroku Saki, avenging their father. 

“We need to focus right now, Mikey. Unless we want to sit through another explanation from Leo on why we have to start patrolling again, we need to pack these up,” Donnie explained, and wheeled the board into a closet.

Mikey frowned, but Donnie could tell he got it.

Mikey frowned, but Donnie could tell he got it. “Yeah, sure, dude. Do you want a hand, or…” he made an odd gesture as an explanation. 

“No, it’s fine. Just grab your gear and meet Leo and April by the entrance.” As he carted two more boards into the closet, he heard Mikey’s footsteps grow further and further away. 

Weeding the decent ideas from the desperate would certainly be a piece of work, he knew that. 

Packing the cork boards up took much less time than he thought it would – the string that would have complicated things was flimsy, and probably found at the dollar store.

With his self-imposed task completed, he went and grabbed his gear. Giving his staff a test twirl, he marveled at how fast it moved for a raw millisecond, having not used it in quite a while. 

Donnie then brought it to a stop as one of the ends made a ‘thwack’ sound against the floor. He tightened the knot of his mask and strapped his right knee pad on – he’d gone without it for a solid week in a bout of the forgetfulness that came with sleep deprivation – before heading out. 

Donnie was the last to arrive at the entrance, with Leo, Mikey, and April all waiting, the leader tapping his foot to pass the time. Donnie slid in next to April, and Leo nodded at him. 

“Alright. We’re on a strict schedule this time. To make sure we’re on the same page, Mikey, what are we doing?” 

Mikey blinked, clearly unprepared. “Uh… We're gonna take out the new not-Casey?” 

“Right.” Mikey pumped a fist into the air. “I have a pretty good idea of where this self-proclaimed ‘Skullshot’,” Leo continued, making air-quotes around the title, “will strike next. Coincidentally, a gaggle of the Foot have grouped around an NYPD station. Given that the two groups that have been affected the most are the Foot and the police, it’s a safe bet that they will be in danger.” 

“Wait, but not-Casey’s fighting the Foot, so shouldn’t we just get the cops out and let not-Casey deal with the Foot? 'Cause it seems like they're on our side, bro!” 

“No, Mikey, we can’t do that.” Leo pinched the area of scales where his nose would have been. 

“If we intervene and essentially leave him or her to their business, then that sets the stage as us either being hyper-lenient or that we are on this mercenary’s side, which we aren't. Our goals involving the Foot just seem to be more or less... aligned. So here’s what we’re going to do. April, since you’re the only human here, you’ll warn the cops in advance, both of Skullshot and the Foot, no in-depth details necessary. Donnie, Mikey, we’ll be facing both groups. Since this 'Skullshot' has only been in the news once, I'm not exactly sure how this person fights, so be cautious, and remember your training. If it comes to it, we retreat. Our goal is to find out where Raph and Casey are. Whether or not it's the Foot or Skullshot who has them, we’ll figure that out on site.” Leo then looked them in the eyes, waiting for a distinct nod from all of them. “Great. Move out.”

——

Casey’s POV

Casey didn't expect to hit the jackpot this early on in the night. A group of Foot soldiers were standing loosely around a police station, making it the perfect target of one very enthusiastic Skullshot. 

"Did I pack all the bombs? Yeah, duh, of course I packed all the bombs, I'm not that dumb!" Casey muttered to herself, skating down the street to where the Foot was loitering around. "Hey sleazeballs! Look who's here!" 

One soldier barely turned their head before it was almost blown clean off by a hockey stick. They came charging towards the vigilante, but she came prepared. The taser came shooting out of her glove, successfully taking down at least three or four more goons, his baseball bat taking out another four or five. 

The soldiers outside the department were now all down for the count, but no officers came out rushing from inside the building. That was suspicious, even for Casey who usually thought everything was fine. He still continued to place bombs around the outside, detaching her skates and climbing up to the rooftop to place the rest. 

As he finished up, he could sense that he wasn't alone, dropping a knife into her ungloved hand. 

"Show yourself!" He commanded in the voice she used when she needed to conceal his identity. She pulled out his hockey stick as a familiar figure dropped out of the shadows, three more following him. Leo, followed by Mikey, Donnie, and April. Casey remembered what Raph told her about concealing his identity and laughed. 

"Aw! Nice Halloween costumes, freaks! Sorry, but the only thing I'm givin’ out tonight is pain and justice!" April rolled her eyes. 

"Okay, that's clearly not Casey. Too cheesy. WAY too cheesy." 

The vigilante growled at that. "I'll show you cheesy, bitch!" She pulled down his skates again and raced towards them, his right hand distracting them with the hockey stick while she took a jab at April with the knife. Caught off guard, the knife slashed April's shirt, drawing blood, but not nearly enough to take her out. The spike on her glove got Donnie's arm, and a good kick to the plastron knocked Leo back several feet. 

April ducked as the girl let his bullets fly, a spare one hitting Mikey in the plastron, another hitting Donnie in the leg. But when the bullets went out, Casey didn't have much left to fight with. 

The turtles had him almost surrounded, but she wasn't going to give up, even when Mikey’s nunchuck wrapped around his arm and knocked her off his feet. 

"Where's Raph and Casey, you no-good knockoff?!" April growled, motioning for Mikey to pull Casey closer as she walked toward the vigilante. Oh shit, she was going to take off her mask. 

He kept her cool, smirking. "Who and who? If you're looking for missing people, your best bet is the police- oh wait! They're not here are they?" 

The group's eyes widened as Casey let out a broken cackle, the detonator dropping directly into his right hand. 

"And neither will you." 

"RUN!" Leo screamed, Mikey releasing Skullshot as the four ran to escape the blast. 

Casey, however, stayed put for a moment before dropping down the ladder and casually walking away from the building as it blew up. Killing April and the turtles was never her goal, but knowing they were out there still made them a threat. A tap on the shoulder caused Casey to jump backwards, seeing Raph glaring directly at him. 

"AHH!" 

"Blowing up buildings and killing Foot goons without me, I see?" 

"It was nothing, Raphie, I promise! I just needed to get out of the house, that's all!" 

"Yeah, then why do I see my brothers and April walking towards us, and- is Donnie LIMPING??" 

"Stay back, Nightwatcher. Skullshot has these guys in the bag." 

"Casey, NO!" But it was too late. The group had escaped the building fine, walking around what remained of it to see Casey walking away, but the vigilante had noticed them again far too quickly. 

Casey laughed to herself as he raised his stick up and yelled: "GORGONZOLA!!" 

Raph was almost on the ground in laughter as he watched the fight unfolding before his eyes.

Raph’s POV:

Bless Casey's heart for taking Raph's warning seriously. Raph could try to fight if he wanted to, but it wasn't something he wanted to risk. Right there, fighting the woman he loved was his sister and brother, and all he could do was watch from the sidelines like his name suggested and hope nothing got serious. 

Things got serious. Fast. When Casey started throwing mini bombs at April, Raph drew the line. 

Sure, she caught them with her powers, but every one was a close call he wasn't willing to let go any closer. 

"Skullshot, retreat!" 

"What? No! Skullshot doesn't retreat!" 

"CASEY!" 

"FINE!" She threw a few more knives and bombs as a warning, skating off while the duo was distracted. 

At least she had a cold pizza to look forward to at the apartment. 

"Gorgonzola? Really? And the bombs?" 

"Hey, you told me not to be myself, so there ya go." 

"You could've killed April, Casey, you could've hurt all of them!" 

"They're way better fighters than me, Raphie. Plus, I'd never let anything happen to Red. Or maybe Mikey. The other two are totally worth scrapping though." 

Scrapping. That's what Casey thought of the people who used to be his family? 

Raph’s family?

"You’re not gonna ‘scrap’ any of ‘em! Imagine if I said that about Angel-" His eyes widened. 

"YOU THREATEN MY BABY SISTER AGAIN AND I-I'LL... I'LL PUT A LIGHTER IN THE ICE BOX!" 

"That's what I'm saying, Casey, that's how I feel right now with you saying that!" 

"Yeah, but Angel isn't after you with a goal to kill! At least, I don't think so. There's a reason you don't see her outside the house much." 

Raph shuddered. As cute as that little girl was, she was also Casey Jones' sister, and who knows what Casey had taught her to do. 

"Just don't call my brothers expendable, cause they're not." He grabbed Casey's hand and pulled up her mask, thankful they could do so in the safety of the apartment. 

"If you kill my family, Casey, we're done. Do you understand?" 

The two looked deep into each other's eyes, Casey nodding, but saying nothing else. "If anyone gets in my way, they'll face the consequences. But I guess I'll make them off limits for now." 

Raph barely bit back a frown. They should never have been on the limit in the first place! "Thank you, Casey. Ya know they don't mean any harm, right?" 

"They attacked me, that's harm. Someone hurts me, I hurt 'em back." Raph sighed. He was never going to get Casey to fully agree with him, so he stopped while he was ahead. 

“Whatever you say, Case. Now how 'bout that cold pizza you left me with?" 

"Dude, I LOVE cold pizza!" The turtle shook his head, watching as his boyfriend opened the box and shoved a whole cold piece of pepperoni and anchovy pizza down her throat in record time. 

Maybe she was born to be a Hamato, Raph thought to himself. It may have looked disgusting to anyone else, but to Raphael, all he saw was the love of his life finally happy for once, and that in itself was a victory.

#ghosts of our days #fanfiction #GoOD #TMNT 2012 #2012 rasey #2012 casey jones #2012 raph #2012 leo #2012 donnie #2012 april #2012 mikey #ao3

[phxntomsdusk]

7 summers - Softball!Wilma

note: let’s all thank Lilly for giving me this song to write about 🙏

summary: even after all these years, she still finds herself thinking about you

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, fluff at the end <3

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @haunted-headset , @vibestillaxxx , @rqvii , @lillylvjy , @ivvees-blog , @average-vibe , @toastyliltoasts41 (ask to be added!)

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It had felt like forever since Wilma saw you, she was now 25 and living by herself, down south where summer practically lasted all year round. She remembered constantly how you always wanted to move to a warmer place with her, but the more she thought about it, she questioned where you were right now.

You were probably married, with a kid or two. Living in one of those big white houses with a long ass driveway.

She wondered if when you drank you ever thought about her. Yeah, you both knew better not to think of one another. But she couldn’t help it! You guys always said you’d be together forever. Back then you loved the river, sharing drinks with her. The two of you were the definition of teenage romance.

She questioned if it ever made you sad to know; that was 7 summers ago.

She was shuffling through an old box in her crawl space, finding a picture album from highschool, finding a picture of you when you first learned to drive her truck.

“Bet your daddy’s proud about how you turned out..” She chuckled softly, running her thumb over your face in the photograph.

She remembered how your father was so protective of you when the two of you first started dating, but the second he saw you coming out of your shell and acting like the kids around you, he was over the moon.

He’d constantly thank Wilma for turning you into a ‘normal’ teenager, making you more sociable, getting you out of the house. He loved you two together.

She could feel herself getting emotion, quickly putting the pictures away and stuffing them back up into the attic.

That Friday she was back in her hometown, drinking at her favorite bar and catching up with some old friends she had met there.

“Oh, wait Wilma, did you know that they moved back?” Her friend, Crystal, spoke up and snatched her attention quickly. She immediately knew she was talking about you.

“No shit.. they move back into that beat up double wide their mom owned?” She raised a brow, taking a sip from her glass as she leaned into her chair. “Yeah, I think so. I was surprised to see they were all alone, I expected them to get married by now.” Crystal shrugged before standing up, going to get herself another drink.

This was news to Wilma. You were single and you were back. She just had to find you.

“Hey, guys, I’m gonna head out. It’s late and I gotta see my mom before I start the drive back home.” She watched as her friends tried to protest, giving them all quick hugs and waving them off as she left the bar.

Of course, she wasn’t going to get mom’s house. As she pulled up to the very familiar red light, she had made a left instead of a right, heading straight to your old house.

She could see the porch light on, and a figure out in the small yard taking down old rundown Christmas lights. She knew it was you.

Her truck startled you as it pulled into the gravel driveway, honking her horn before she got out and looked over at you, a smile forming on her lips.

“Hey, sweetheart.” She chuckled softly, stepping up onto your porch so she could match your height on the ladder. “Oh my God, Wilma?” You smiled widely, instantly getting off the ladder to greet her.

“It’s been, what, seven years?” You hesitantly pulled her into a hug, instantly melting in her arms as she wrapped them around you, swaying your bodies from side to side.

“Seven summers, get it right.” She chuckled softly, running a hand up and down your back as she admired you. Oh, how she missed you.

You had invited her inside for a drink, putting on your favorite show on the TV as you caught up with each other's life. You found out she moved down south, adopted a dog and couched softball for a bit.

While you on the other hand had mostly been helping your mom at home, before moving back so you could be closer.

“You know, you’re still as beautiful as I remember.” She smiled slightly at you, not-so-sneakily wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I’m pretty sure I still have something for you.” She nudged your side slightly, earning a light laugh from you.

“Is that so? What makes you think that?” You quirked a brow up at her, a smirk toying at your lips.

“Didn’t stop thinking about you for seven summers.”

#phxntomsdusk #phxntoms fics #softball!wilma #wilma soot x y/n #wilma soot x you #wilma soot x reader #wilma soot fluff #wilma soot

[fangirlincorporate]

Thoughts while reading Ch 45

Of course. Always a simp for Bisha. That’s okay I am too Kazuma 👌 Bisha is my alter ego I tell you. Bad ass and ready to fight. In reality though I’m just a dork with a smart mouth.

Ohmygod Yato don’t tell Yukine that 😂 he’s such a bullshitter man. I love him though. From child to pervert (kinda) to bad ass in .2 seconds. Sounds about right when describing Yato. Any disagreements?

Good ole’ Hiyori being a sleuth. Now she gonna know it was Yato’s dad all along kissing her up on that “date” Yikes.

Imagine finding out your crushes dad not only took you on a date, but kissed you. Lord have mercy. I think I would die. I also would’ve sucker punched him right after that kiss though 🤷‍♀️ wonder what he would’ve done if sweet little Hiyori hit him with a Jungle Savate. I would’ve been rolling I kid you not. I can almost picture the look on his face. I’ll take that satisfaction with me as I read the rest of this.

Please tell me I’m not only who wishes she would’ve been able to do that. I request a drawing ✍️ I have money 🤗

I too must be a child because I laughed so hard I started choking and my boyfriend had to come save me. Deadass.

Also this isn’t going to solve the childlike curiosity Yato. Kids don’t let that shit go. They want to know everything I tell you.

I know this because I babysat this kid once and he ALWAYS had questions. He was twelve I think. Anyway my moms friend got mad at me because I was asked where babies come from and I said they get pushed out of ya know. (She did not like that) but he didn’t stop there like I thought. I expected him to be disgusted I was very wrong. He then wanted to know how it gets big enough. I was appalled. I told him to ask his mom.

Kids are wild. Side note his theory was that it inflates. He was not far off. Health class must have really been an eye opener.

Oh no no no. You better not have any bright ideas right now. Hiyori best get back to her body. I do not like this. Double nope.

Well for a second I thought he was going to try his possession thing on her, but I suppose possessing a little boy is somehow worse.

Yukine you get back home right now. My peaceful thoughts were short lived. Let the rest of this chapter be alright.

Fair question Hiyori however some things are better left unknown. Children don’t seem to understand this concept. Sigh.

When Yukine finds out because I’m sure he’s going to soon. I bet he’s gonna take it really hard. I’m not prepared.

Also I thought this was really cute. 🥺

Man I’ve seen, read, and even have written some pretty twisted and dark things but somehow looking at these kids with ears they cut off hanging above their heads has managed to make my skin crawl.

There’s just something about the slow corruption of children that really gets to me more so than anything else. 🤢

I’ve been excited to know more about Yato and learn his backstory for the better half of 6 years now, and it’s even more sad than I originally anticipated. Send help.

Ooo and Hiyori is along for the ride too. Nice. What a not so lovely trip down memory lane.

Ch 46 LETS GOOOOO

#anime #anime blog #noragami #noragami stray god #yato #yukine #iki hiyori #yatonoragami #hiyori iki #yatogami #yato god

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

April 4th (Part 2) [Start of Arc]

Oh!

*They suddenly spot the truck coming along, and press something on their screen. All of a sudden, all the lights in front of the truck suddenly turn green.

Let’s go!

HUGH! OOPH! OGH! Dammit OOOOGG!!

*The person with the phone dives into the car, but unfortunately, doesn’t have the most graceful landing, as they faceplant into the other door.

PPPFFFFTT KAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!

Oh for crying out-

GAHAHAHHAHHA!

Yeah, yeah ALRIGHT! Get it all out! GET IT ALL OUT! “OOGH! Haha! Ollie fell on his face boo hoo!”

S-Sorry I...SORRY! That was...That was just really funny!

Way to stick the landing Oliver.

Shut up man.

Ahh...Ho, that was funny. *tut* A-Anyway, this is Oliver! Oliver Feng!

Bet you can’t guess what their skill is...even though it says so in the card above me...

If you guessed hacker, then congratulations! You suck! But you’re not far off either.

They’re a prized florist and gardener, but on top of that, they’re ALSO our hi-tech wizard and super-powered hacker extraordinaire!

Landing aside, what you got for us Oliver?

*Oliver scans over his phone.

Well, their satellite coverage is censored and can’t see us, stopped any additional police dispatches or reinforces coming along, broke their air coverage, and-

Oh shit! Hey, Maya, think we could maybe take a detour? Sharp left, right here, I just remembered I left Leona to get the thing.

Huh? What thing?

Got it.

What THIIII-!

*Four huddles her equipment to prevent any of the acid chemicals spilling when Maya suddenly pulls a sharp left. The getaway truck pulls up outside what looks like a pastry store, and a stump young girl suddenly bursts out of the store, carrying a small box.

I GOT IT! I GOT IT!

Come on, let’s go!

*She jumps into the vehicle, and not wasting a moment, Maya slams down the accelerator.

And this little one here is Leona Vasquez!

She’s...uh...well...She draws comics and stuff and...She can make sort of believable forgeries? I guess?

Ok, I’m not sure WHAT she does for the group, but she’s fun to be around.

Hey! That’s mean Maya!

Whatever, did you get the package?

Yep! Paid for it and everything, but...didn’t have time to get the receipt.

Don’t tell me you-

*Leona unwraps the package and hands Four a birthday cake.

♩Happy Birthday To You~ Happy Birthday To You~ Happy Birthday Miss Grumpy~ Happy Birthday To You~♩

Well, what do you think?

I think you suck.

Oh come on, you need cakes for your birthday!

It’s NOT my birthday! Also, they’re gaining on us, so let me do this first, ok?

Maya! Look!

I see it!

*Up ahead, a large crowd of people block the roads, and Maya expertly swerves by them. The police cars chasing them however, screech to a halt and stop before they run the people over.

Whew! Nice driving!

Thanks! Sometimes I CAN be careful!

What’s with all these people?

Hm...Now that I think about it...Didn’t Hunter say he was gonna perform today?

Oh look! Here he comes!

*pant!* *pant!* WHOO!

*A largely built man with a goatee starts running towards the vehicle. Maya skids around as he jumps and hops into the open back of the truck, with several men and women chasing after him.

Phew! Fangirls, I tell ya’!

And THIS is Hunter Rosenhall!

He’s one of the world’s greatest dancers, and he always knows how to rally allies to our side when we most need it, even if they don’t know. He’s also super good at being the distraction. He’s also my best bud~

Put ‘er there!

*Hunter reaches his arm towards the window from the back of the car, and gives Maya a fist-bump.

Hunter, the next time you jump in the car, can you be a bit more careful? I think you seriously underestimate just how large you are.

Yeesh! What crawled up your ass?

You nearly knocked over my utensils! I’m trying to work here!

Aw, chill out pal. Today’s dance was in honor of you, you know? It IS your birthday~

It’s NOT my FUCKING birthday!

*Everyone starts to laugh.

Ugh...Anyway, where’s the last shmuck at? Hiding away in a hole somewhere like a coward?

Um...about that...

*Leona suddenly gestures forward once again. Approaching in the distance, she points out a manhole cover in the road that seems to be wobbling.

Did he really...?

He promised me it was gonna be great. Hold tight everyone!

*Hunter suddenly leans off the side of the car, holds out his hand as they approach the manhole, and then suddenly...!

*GASP!* BOOYAH!

*A figure jumps out of the sewers and grabs Hunters hand. Hunter pulls him onto the truck.

And rounding out our motley crew...is Kouji Ito!

Contrary to the way he appears and his seemingly low level of intelligence, he’s actually a pretty neat scientist AND our medical professional!

Speaking of which, Kouji, did you do the thing?

Oh gods, please don’t tell me you got me a birthday present or something?

I’m not wasting my cash on you! But yeah, I did it.

Then do the thing!

Alright! You got it!

*Kouji suddenly pulls a button from his pocket, looks back at the police cars giving chase, and then presses it.

...

Huh?

*Nothing happens, so he presses it over and over again.

Kouji, did you forget to place the bombs?

Bombs!?

Not real bombs! Not real bombs!

Yeah, just those stink bombs we were working on. I coulda sworn I put the right charges down in the sewer!

Um...Kouji?

Yeah?

Uh...is THIS the stink bomb you were talking about!?

!!??

!!??

!!??

!!??

OH SHIT-!

*PPPAAAAAARRPP!!*

*Too little, too late, the real stinkbomb goes off inside the truck.

GAAGH! My eyes are watering!

GAGH! IT GOT IN MY MOUTH!

YOU DUMBAAAASS!

Sorry! SORRY!

*COUGH!* *SPLUTTER!* Hey, o-on the bright side, at least we know it works! Yeah, and look!

*Maya points behind them. The cloud of gas emitted by the stink bomb drifts from the gang’s vehicle to the police cars behind them, throwing them off course and causing them to crash.

Now only if WE didn’t have to experience that trauma.

Sorry man! And on your birthday too...

I am genuinely going to kill all of you.

Heehee!

And that’s our little group rounded up. I know, we’re all completely batshit crazy, you can say it. Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve heard that. We’ve never been the most popular group of characters. Not in the world, nor in the fandom.

And yeah, maybe I would like for us to one day be recognized as classics, and that people would look past all the bullshits and archetypes and see us for who we really are. But you know what else? If the world makes you a problem, who are you to argue back?

Hah! BINGO!

*Four finishes concocting the acid, then places it in an ejection tube. She places the device against the steel wall of the safe and pulls the trigger, burning a whole through the metal, and opening the safe.

Yes!

BOOM BABY!

*SKRRRT!*

*Maya makes a sharp turn and pulls around the corner, the world seeming to go in slow motion as they drift.

We...

Are the Freedom Foundation!

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #hyper danganronpa h2o #hdrh2o #maya canzanilla #four kaiden #leona vasquez #kouji ito #oliver feng #hunter rosenhall #into the ocean arc

[liberty-spiked]

My life's going weirdly alright. I can work once a week and be around animals, I got a new plug, i got a pretty good therapist that tries to understand me (and does more than every other therapist so far) and I actually feel confident and like I can make it.

#im not good at getting my shit together #but bet your ass i did will and always gonna be crawling out of my depression-hole #you can say abt me what u want but dont call me lazy or weak #because 22 fucking years of living showed me that no matter how deep i'll go my fucking survivor-mindset will help me to get out #back when i was in the day clinic my 'caretaker' always told me that im a fucking warrior #and i do love that #i dont give up bruh #someday this live will be so fullfilling like i dreamt of #my posts