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hachyxd-blog · 24 days

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Ray´s B-day fanfic <3

"Today, years ago, my favorite yandere was born from all the visual novels I've had the fortune to see or play. I can separate fiction from reality, but I don't think I'm the only one who would like to be there to hug Ray and give him a little peace. As a small gift, I wanted to make a short fanfic of my coffee addict alongside a little drawing to complement it. I apologize in advance if it's not understood well, English is not my language and I'm using a translator."

@concreteparasite Gracias por crear tal maravilla.

Happy birthday.

Who would have thought it would be possible to keep a secret from the great Binary star. Mc laughed happily in the kitchen as she finished washing the dishes. It had been just over a year since she moved into Ray's home. At first, it wasn't easy; it seemed like the option to leave was given, or rather, it was never up for discussion. After much talking, they managed to make it work together: Mc wouldn't be confined to her new home, but she would always stay in touch with Ray when she went out.

Truth be told, it's not like she could keep a secret from him; after all, he possessed the incredible ability to read minds, but she trusted him not to read hers all the time. Mc really believed it was impossible to turn on her mind... until she discovered it. On her maternal side, she spoke Spanish, and unconsciously she had been thinking in that language, discovering a weakness to Ray's ability. He seemed annoyed that he couldn't fully understand, but there was nothing he could do.

Today, in particular, he seemed very upset. I concentrated as best I could so that the only language I thought in was Spanish and not to ruin the surprise.

"Tell me what you're thinking..." Ray's voice appeared behind me, his hands wrapped around my hips as he rested his chin on my shoulder. The height difference between us was cute.

"I'm not thinking anything important," I said playfully.

"Stop," he said seriously.

"What?"

"You've been thinking in Spanish all day," His voice sounded annoyed, while I tried to contain my laughter.

"Really? I didn't realize."

"It's annoying."

"Well, darling. It's not the end of the world if you don't know everything that's going on in my mind."

Without responding, Ray left me alone in the kitchen and headed to our room, then came out in his superhero suit. Before me was Binary Star in all his glory, the only difference being that he didn't show that fake smile but still looked upset.

Unknowingly, due to my practice, I had been thinking in Spanish again.

Normally, he would give me a kiss goodbye and go to his vigil shift. But today, he flew off the balcony without looking at me. I won't deny that it hurt me. But it meant I was on the right track to keep the surprise.

Ray came back around 5 in the morning. Half-asleep, I felt him walking around the room before lying down on the other side of our bed. It seems he's still upset because he didn't hug me as he always does.

The next morning, I let him sleep, it helped that we slept separately, so I got out of bed easily. After putting on my robe, I went downstairs and asked the neighbor for my package. I had gotten a chocolate cake with coffee to celebrate Ray's birthday. But if I kept it in our house, he would realize I was planning in Spanish. The neighbor agreed to keep the cake at his house along with my gift.

I went back home, made coffee, and took the cake out of its box, and my gift was already on the tray.

In our room, Ray was still asleep. I cleared my throat and started singing "Happy Birthday."

Ray looked for a moment and then covered his face with his pillow. I could see that lovely smile; he was embarrassed.

I left things on the bedside table and threw myself to hug and kiss Ray; I knew I should have let him sleep more, but I couldn't contain myself after all these days preparing the surprise.

In no time, I was caught in his arms.

"Everything... was for this," His voice sounded deeper from just waking up, but he seemed happy.

"Yes, did you forget your own birthday?" I joked, stroking his soft hair, and running my hand over his cheek. "Ignoring them doesn't mean you stop aging, old man."

"No, I just don't usually celebrate it." He ignored my joke and just passed his hand over his face, somewhat frustrated.

"Well, get used to it. This might be the only birthday I manage to keep a surprise. Next year, you'll know what to expect." I exclaimed proudly.

Ray smiled, keeping his eyes closed; maybe it was the fact that he now had someone to be with him for the following birthdays that made him take this even more joyfully.

"If you don't want cake now, we can save it for later." I gave a glance to the table with his cake and gift, along with his essential morning coffee.

"How about the gift?" He pointed to the purple box. "Can I have it now?"

It was at this moment that nerves increased from zero to a hundred. Everything would be decided at this moment.

"Of course," I handed over the gift, watching as he slowly unwrapped it.

Ray's eyes widened as he looked at the contents of the box and then at me, pulling out two handmade dolls of them and a pregnancy test. After a moment of silence, Mc cleared her throat.

"D-don't think I'll give you a gift like this every year." I laughed nervously.

"Since when—" maybe it was shock, but his voice sounded distant, as if he didn't completely believe what was happening.

"I-it's still early, I haven't been to the doctor yet." Ray looked at me as if I had committed a crime. "I-it would have ruined the surprise."

Ray went from surprise to anger to simply accepting the inevitable: the love of his life was forgetful.

"I swear I feel fine. But you're happy, I mean, we talked about this in the past, but maybe you were thinking of another time in the future... I..."

Ray's hands took me by my cheeks, cradling my face, to give me a tender kiss.

"I am, I mean, I'm so happy that I'd like to hold you so tight in my arms and show you how excited I am about this." He gave me a subdued smile.

"Ray, what's wrong?"

"What if I don't do it right, being a good father?"

"Well, no father is prepared for this. We'll learn together..."

I could see Ray's face relax at my touch and my words. His hands surrounded my back, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Happy birthday..."

"Thank you..." His whisper was weak, but I felt genuine gratitude.

"Next year, we won't be alone on your next birthday, Mr. Dad."

We stayed hugged for a while. I didn't know what was going through Ray's mind, but whatever it was, I would be with him.

When I set out to eat the cake, I was interrupted by Ray, who carried me to the shower to get ready to go to the hospital. It was funny how from one moment to the next, our small bathroom became a dangerous area in Ray's eyes: slippery floor, sharp-cornered furniture, and a bathtub where I could drown, among many other dangerous things. He took out his phone and started calling to have our entire home redesigned to make it safe for me and our upcoming baby. And may God have mercy on the people in charge if I ever got hurt, no matter how insignificant it was.

If this was going to be my life from now on, it would be a long nine months.

"Your father has gone crazy," I said as I stroked my still flat belly. "But that's how I love him."

#binary star hero #binary star hero vn #binarystarhero #bshvn

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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Robb Stark*NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: talks of sex, kinks etc

Word count: 1441

Masterlist Here

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He really wants to hold you after sex. He’s always a bit scared he went to far so he just wants to wrap you in his arms and make sure you’re alright. This results in many head kisses and if you ask a massage or foot rub. Pretty much whatever you want you can get if it will help your body feel better after some of the…interesting positions you were in.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your hips. He wants to grab them, dig his fingers into them, turn you around by them. He’s obsessed with the way you move them. He also loves your mouth. Not just because how it feels when its wrapped around his cock but also he loves to trace it with his fingers.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Robb prefers to cum inside of you but also loves to mix it up sometimes when he sees it covering your face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Robb is a freak in the sheets. In public he is a very affectionate man, hugs, kisses, hand holding. Everything. Everyone praises how he treats you like a queen. However in the bedroom he is one of the kinkiest people you have met.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s defiantly not a virgin but he hasn’t slept with so many people. He knows what he’s doing though because once he found someone he trusts, aka you, he wanted to explore all his fantasies and you were happy to oblige. He’s also a communication king so after its all done and you feel good he will ask you about what you liked and keep it noted for next time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Robb leans towards doggy style but will also fuck you in any position he can. However he also adores being in between your legs and getting you off with his tongue. Robb also likes when youre kneeling in front of him. It just turns him on to see you submissive.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Majority of the time he is more serious in bed but he is still up for some casual giggly sex especially in the morning or after a long day. Sometimes he likes the casual vibes of it all

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Robb prefers to keep himself pretty well trimmed. He doesn’t care how his partner keeps themselves as long as everything is clean but prefers how his cock looks when its trimmed back.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Robb admits he can sometimes forget about the romantic side of sex. He does try and it does still happen. Your wedding night was a very passionate romantic one for example. Its just when robb thinks of sex he doesn’t think so much about flowers than fucking you with his tongue.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He will use his hand if his partner isn’t in the mood but he much prefers the real thing. He will however be thinking of you the whole time (modern Robb would love if you let him keep a couple of your nudes for such occasions). He also finds the idea of you masturbating weirdly hot and if he catches you doing it he’ll get himself off to the sight.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

You cannot tell me he does not have a breeding kink. He also defiantly loves to be called ‘my king’ (or ‘Sir’ in a modern au). He likes to be dominant with a more submissive sub. The control aspect gets him off. If youre okay with it he also likes to praise and degrade. Phrases like ‘pretty little slut’ and’ such a good little whore for me’ are used a lot. He also just loves to praise you in general though as he tells you how good you are and how good you feel.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Robb will rush you off to your chambers or tent to fuck you but rarely if ever will he do it outside of the bedroom. He’s adventurious in many ways but he defeintly does not want to get caught

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Teasing gets him. If you tease him outside of the bedroom or wear a particularly low cut outfit he will not be long away from dragging you away to fuck you. Robb can get a bit jealous, even possessive, at times which will result in him practically dragging you away. he also gets turned on by your mouth. Robb will find himself staring at your lips as the perfectly wrap around your food or graze your cup. The sight of your lips is sometimes all it takes to get him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Robb wouldn’t do it somewhere where he could get caught or want to have anyone watching. He’s open to try majority of kinks but he wants that to remain private.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves to receive it but he is desperate to give it. robb loves to watch you cum from his tongue, its like a internal brag to himself. He loves the way your body tesnes when your close and it’s a good way to be able to feel your legs clamping.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Its normally fast and rough with Robb but sometimes he’ll surprise you by going painfully slow if you’ve teased him too far

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his favourite thing in the world but if he’s horny and on a time limit he wont say no

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)

He’s willing to take risks but will spend a solid week researching before actually doing anything out of fear of hurting you

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

The young wolf can go until the sun sets then rises the next day. Sex seems to give robb even more energy. Even the times he doesn’t last as long he wont be soon off getting hard again or using his mouth on you instead.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Modern Robb would have things like handcuffs and maybe blindfolds but not any vibrators or that. However if you brought one over he would soon come to love it when he relaised he could tease you with it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves a bit of teasing but rarely has the patients to do it for very long

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Robb will grunt and groan during sex but isn’t that loud. However he takes it as a personal challenge to make sure his partner is

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Robb didn’t notice it at first but when you would be making out you would either be grinding into his thigh or crotch however once he did notice he began to have you sit on his thigh and ride it as you made out. He used it as a perfect opportunity for his hands to explore your body and to leave dark hickeys on your collarbones.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s defeintly well sized. He’s pretty long but kinda thick as well. It can be a bit intimidating at time so Robb makes sure to at least start gentle and always prepare you first with his fingers or mouth.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Its pretty high. If he could you would be fucking every morning and night but he’s not obsessed with sex to the point this is a must.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

For a moment after he cums robb will feel tired but a switch suddenly snaps and he’s energized again. It wakes him up more than it puts him to sleep

Taglist: @clairacassidy @nyotamalfoy

#robb stark x reader #robb stark #robb stark imagine #robb stark smut #game of thrones smut #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagine #asoiaf smut #asoiaf #modern robb stark #modern robb stark smut #modern robb stark imagine #modern robb stark x reader

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kiss-theggoat · 11 months

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Can we have the after math of finding out it’s Billy? I’m fricken hooked on your writing.

A/N: You’re so sweet I’m flustered🥹 I’m in love with Billy Loomis so ask and you shall receive! This one’s a little short but I wasn’t too sure what direction to take it. Please leave more requests, I love them!

Familiar Pt. 2

Billy Loomis x F!Reader

Word Count: 800

Summary: Billy knows he has to kill you. He just can’t bring himself to do it.

TW: Thoughts of violence, suggestive, Billy is a murderer, Knives and Blood

Billy watched your face go from ecstasy to pure shock, horror, disbelief. You lay on your bed, vulnerable and spread for him, willingly giving your body to a serial killer, eyes wide and lips trembling as you whisper his name.

“…B-Billy?” You stuttered out, pretty cheeks turning a deeper shade of red, if that was even possible. A slap echoed throughout the room because of how hard you slapped your legs together, sitting up and covering your body completely, shaky hands searching for clothes or a blanket to cover yourself with. Billy was amused by this.

“You’re okay with fucking a faceless stranger but not a friend?” He teased, lips still flush and slick from your past activity. Your heart was beating a million miles an hour, stomach doing backflips. Billy was who you’d been sleeping with all this time? You felt betrayed, but at the same time you thought it was the hottest thing ever that he had been keeping it a secret. On the other hand…this meant that your best friend, your Billy, was a killer.

“I…I don’t…” words wouldn’t form. Your brain was moving way too fast for your mouth.

With a sneaky hand he reached down to his black boot, yanking the Bowie knife from its side. “Thought I told you to keep your eyes shut, pretty girl.”

Hearing his voice instead of the modulator made your heart flutter. You’d yearned for years for Billy to call you his, be able to kiss him, hang on his arm during lunch like Sydney did. You found it hard to be scared of the knife in a moment like this, your feelings for Billy blocking your fear.

“I’m sorry Billy, I…you sounded so familiar I-I…I just needed to see you.”

Billy froze. Usually, killing people was no big deal for him. Slice and dice, go home, maybe get a snack and watch a movie, go to bed. He stood still, knife pointed towards you threateningly, but as he stared into your puppy dog eyes and heard you say his name so sweetly, he was reminded of why he kept coming to see you.

You were his escape from everything. The plan. Pretending to be in love with Sydney was exhausting, he hated her. She looked just like her mother, and he couldn’t wait to kill her, but you. He liked spending time with you, and the fact that you willingly slept with Ghostface, not knowing it was him, could make him cum on the spot.

You were just as fucked up as he was.

He stepped forward, pressing the knife gently against your cheek and pushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear with it. “Such a shame.” He said softly, trying to hype himself up somehow. Convince himself to get rid of you, like he knew he had to.

You didn’t know where to look. You stayed still, frozen, scared that any move would cost you your life. Finally, you stared up at him. “Please. I’m not going to tell anyone.” You whispered, hand creeping up towards Billy’s.

He didn’t move. He let you touch his hand, gently grasping his wrist. You didn’t push the knife away from his face like he expected, instead, you held it still and pushed your cheek into it slightly. A bead of blood welled at the surface of your skin, trailing warmth down your face. Before the blood could reach your jawline, Billy lowered the knife in shock.

He could trust you. He knew he could. Stu would be pissed off. Should he tell you that Stu’s in on it too? Maybe not yet.

He dropped the knife onto the bed, watching it bounce off your plush comforter, making him think about everyone who’s died at its blade. “I believe you. But I’m gonna need some collateral.” He said, a mischievous smirk on his face.

You were confused, eyebrows furrowed and head shaking slightly. “What do you mean?” Your voice was still timid. Billy’s large hand moved past you, grabbing the knife again and with the other hand, he grabbed yours. The handle of his knife was cold, haunting in your innocent hand.

“Stu’s party on Friday.” He said, stroking the dull side of the blade as it sat heavy in your palm. “You…help me.”

Your stomach dropped in horror. He wanted you to kill someone. “Who?” You asked, wide eyes staring at the shining steel. He grinned his perfect grin at you, enticing you with his good looks that you’d admired for years.

“Tatum.”

#slasher x reader #slashers #horror movies #horror fanfiction #slasher x y/n #ghostface #ghostface fanfiction #billy loomis x y/n #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader

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syddsatyrn · 4 months

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Chapter 1⛤Chapter 2 ⛤ Chapter 3 ⛤Chapter 4 ⛤ Chapter 5 Masterlist

⛤Pairing: - Eddie Munson x FemReader

⛤Warnings: Swearing, drinking / smoking, drugs, fluff, friends to lovers, kissing, a little angst if you squint.

⛤Words: 2.7k

⛤Song: "Photograph" By Def Leppard

⛤Summary: Moving away from Hawkins was the biggest mistake of your life. You left your best friends and forgot to stay in touch. Years later, you decide to hit up your good friend Steve. Its time to make a plan and make amends. The one thing you didn't expect was feelings to resurface when you saw your old high school crush.

⛤Notes: This series is 18+ Minors scram. I've got a super extra long chapter for you guys today! @hellfiremunsonn is my faithful beta reader and assists me so much. Thank you guys for making my come-back series a fun one. My next chapter will be the end of this series.

⛤Chapter: 4 "Subtle" Chemistry Star court mall is always at least a little crowded. The lively hum of conversations, laughter, and distant music formed a vibrant backdrop. Storefronts beckoned with their displays of trendy fashion, electronics, and enticing sales. Shoppers meandered through the wide walkways, their bags filled with many treasures. Neon signs buzzing, the occasional sounds of a cash register, and the scent of cinnamon drifting through the air. It was just like you remembered it. You had a blast hanging out with Robin. She picked out a brand new pair of ankle length combat boots. You both decided to get ice cream and take a break from walking around. The food court wasn’t super crowded, it was the perfect place to chat. “Can I tell you something? It’s a secret so dont go telling Steve.” “Ohhhh is it secret time?” I won't tell Stevie boy, I promise.” Robin raises her right hand, “Scouts honor.” “Okay. Uhhh…well…I slept in Eddie’s bed last night. He came home from tour in the middle of the night.” Your face turns redder with every word. “Oh shit. Wow Y/N, I didn't think you had it in yah.” She chuckles and puts another spoonful of strawberry ice cream in her mouth. “We didn't do anything!” You affirm your tone a little on the defensive side. “What!? I’m just saying you guys have been madly in love with each other since sophomore year and neither of you have had the audacity to tell each other for some unspoken reason…until now.” She's not wrong, Robin has always been one to spell it out for you loud and clear. She never holds back, it's something you’ve always appreciated about her. Robin has been telling you to come clean for ages now.

“Look, I’m not saying you’re wrong, but I don't want to screw up my friendship with Eddie. Also, he's like a big rockstar now, I doubt he has any time for stuff like that.” You explain as you sink into your chair. "He probably has some cool metalhead girlfriend I don't know about.” You take a bite of your vanilla ice cream. It's so fitting for this conversation, vanilla ice cream for a vanilla person.

“God it's been years and I still can’t wrap my head around your stupid self doubt.” Robin says, shaking her head. “Eddie doesn't have a girlfriend. When you left he moped around his trailer for weeks. No one could get him to come out, not even Dustin. One time I went over to his place to check on him and he was sloshed out of his mind. He told me, "The songs he sings don't mean a thing if you’re not there to hear it.”

“He didn't say that.” You scoff.

“Oh but he did, and he keeps a photo of you in his wallet.” Robin says teasingly.

“You know about that too?!” It's becoming apparent that everyone knows this except you.

“Of course I do. It's me, I know everything.” Robin says with a cocky tone.

You and Robin decide to float around the mall a little longer. A small department store was calling your name. The story had low lighting and they were playing some classic rock on the radio. Robin's goal was a pair of shoes, your goal however, was a hot outfit for tonight's party at the hideout. It honestly didn't take you long to find the cutest black skirt with chain embellishments, you picked out some new stockings too. —-------------- After the girls left Eddie felt like he could finally breathe. He finishes his coffee and breakfast, then falls backwards onto his bed. He stares at his ceiling as he finds himself lost in the intricate dance of thoughts that revolve around you. Images of you smiling genuine and heartwarming, flashed like snapshots in his imagination. Casual conversations, stolen glances, and the subtle chemistry that lingered in the air when you were near. The anticipation of his next encounter with you and the sweet nervousness that comes with it. The soft glow of the afternoon sun is casting a warm hue across his room. Steve and Dustin went grocery shopping, the apartment was silent. Eddie pulls himself out of his thoughts and shakes them off. He grabs a pre-rolled joint and lights it, Eddie is nervous and he knows it. All these years and he still can't tell you the truth. His life has changed so drastically for the better ever since he signed that record deal. But there was always something missing, something he was holding out for. Of course many girls are interested in him, but he's not interested in many girls. He promised himself after you left that next time he sees you, he is gonna tell you. If he misses this opportunity, he might lose you entirely. He almost completely gave up on you after a year of no contact. But every time he opened his wallet, he saw a glimpse of your face, he couldn't bring himself to get rid of you or the photo. Eddie puffs on his joint, each inhale making him a little less anxious. He tries to think about something else. It will be nice to hang out at the hideout again. That was where he played his very first gigs when the band was just starting out. They barely had any attendees and the band definitely sounded rough. Then Eddie recalls you being there for every single show. Your smiling face in the crowd, cheering him on after every song. “Uhgg, get it together, man.” He says under his breath. He finishes his joint and decides to get dressed. —--------------- When you returned with Robin, Steve was putting away the last of the groceries. “We’re back!” Robin announces. Dustin is reading on the couch, when you look down the hall, Eddie’s bedroom door is open. “Welcome back, we will head to the bar when I finish this. I also need to get dressed. Eddie is out, said something about dropping off some equipment with Gareth. He’s gonna meet us there.” Steve says. Honestly, you were a little bummed. You were hoping he’d be around when you got back. But you shrug it off and take your stuff to his room. Robin follows you and shuts the door behind her. You both change into something a bit more stylish. You had a cropped Def Leppard shirt that you paired with the new skirt. This outfit would go well with boots and stockings. Robin didn't change anything really, just her shirt and shoes. You put on a couple of layered chain necklaces, a few rings, and a pair of small silver hoop earrings. “I am astonished really.” Robin says with a smile as she looks you up and down. You tilt your head in response and she laughs. “Eddie is gonna have a full on heart attack when he sees you.” Your face feels a little hot and you laugh nervously. “Do you think so?” “Oh yeah. No doubt.” She smirks. “Someones lookin’ to get lucky.” “Shut up!” You place your hand over her mouth. She does the unthinkable licks the palm of your hand. You give her this horrified face followed by both of you hysterically laughing like a couple of hyenas. ---------------

The sun was setting and the sky grew darker with every passing minute. There is a chill in the air, which makes you shiver when you open the door. Steve drove to the hideout, it wasn’t far, maybe ten minutes away. When Steve pulled into the parking lot, you looked out the window and saw Eddie’s van. He’s already here, and you start to feel a bit anxious. The Hideout had not changed a bit. The neon signs in the window buzzed as you walked inside. Posters, fliers, and rustic decor filled the walls. You hear the low hum of chatter and the clinking of glasses, the place has a warm glow to it. You used to watch Eddie play here all the time. It felt like your heart was swelling, it's that bittersweet feeling again. You turn the corner and see Eddie and Gareth sitting in a booth. Eddie waves and one by one you all walk over and pile into the same booth. You sit across from Eddie, you can see his face getting a little red. “You uh…look really good, Y/N.” Eddie says with a half smile. He reaches over and adjusts one of your chain necklaces. Robin sees this and covers her mouth, trying not to laugh at how embarrassed you are. But you had to pull all that on hold for now. Nancy and Johnathan walk up and greet the group. You practically climb over Robin and wrap Nancy in a tight hug. “Oh! Y/N? You’re here?! When did you get into town?!” She hugs you back just as hard. “The other day! It's so good to see you, Nance.” Nancy smiles and fights back tears, she didn't expect any kind of reunion. The thing is, You both grew up together. Your mom was friends with Mrs. Wheeler. You spent a lot of your childhood with Nancy and her brother Mike. When you left, Nancy thought she lost you to the city for good. “Don’t cry! I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long.” “They are happy tears, it’s fine. I’m just so happy to see you.” Everyone in the group is touched to see two best friends reunite. Robin looks like she might start crying too. You give Jonathan a hug as well, It's nice to see him doing well. He wasn't always full of smiles and you’ve wondered how he's been over the years. You remember Jonathan used to take photos of the gang, half of the polaroids you have were probably taken by him. A bartender comes by and takes our order. Eddie ordered whiskey and so did you. Vodka soda for Nancy and Robin, Steve and Jonathan order beers. The clinking of glasses, the occasional burst of laughter, and the subtle hum of the other patrons deep in conversation created a soundtrack to this shared experience. You updated your friends on your new life, and once again apologized for being an awful friend. Everyone was so happy to see you that it didn't matter anymore. “You better not leave and go back to ignoring us.” Robin says. --------------------

The sun was setting and the sky grew darker with every passing minute. There is a chill in the air, which makes you shiver when you open the door. Steve drove to the hideout, it wasn’t far, maybe ten minutes away. When Steve pulled into the parking lot, you looked out the window and saw Eddie’s van. He’s already here, and you start to feel a bit anxious. The Hideout had not changed a bit. The neon signs in the window buzzed as you walked inside. Posters, fliers, and rustic decor filled the walls. You hear the low hum of chatter and the clinking of glasses, the place has a warm glow to it. You used to watch Eddie play here all the time. It felt like your heart was swelling, it's that bittersweet feeling again. You turn the corner and see Eddie and Gareth sitting in a booth. Eddie waves and one by one you all walk over and pile into the same booth. You sit across from Eddie, you can see his face getting a little red. “You uh…look really good, Y/N.” Eddie says with a half smile. He reaches over and adjusts one of your chain necklaces. Robin sees this and covers her mouth, trying not to laugh at how embarrassed you are. But you had to pull all that on hold for now. Nancy and Johnathan walk up and greet the group. You practically climb over Robin and wrap Nancy in a tight hug. “Oh! Y/N? You’re here?! When did you get into town?!” She asks and hugs you back just as hard. “The other day! It's so good to see you, Nance.” Nancy smiles and fights back tears, she didn't expect any kind of reunion. The thing is, You both grew up together. Your mom was friends with Mrs. Wheeler. You spent a lot of your childhood with Nancy and her brother Mike. When you left, Nancy thought she lost you to the city for good. “Don’t cry! I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long.” “They are happy tears, it’s fine. I’m just so happy to see you.” Nancy says between sobs. Everyone in the group is touched to see two best friends reunite. Robin looks like she might start crying too. You give Jonathan a hug as well, It's nice to see him doing well. He wasn't always full of smiles and you’ve wondered how he's been over the years. You remember Jonathan used to take photos of the gang, half of the polaroids you have were probably taken by him. A bartender comes by and takes our order. Eddie ordered whiskey and so did you. Vodka soda for Nancy and Robin, Steve and Jonathan order beers. The clinking of glasses, the occasional burst of laughter, and the subtle hum of the other patrons deep in conversation created a soundtrack to this shared experience. You updated your friends on your new life, and once again apologized for being an awful friend. Everyone was so happy to see you that it didn't matter anymore. “You better not leave and go back to ignoring us.” Robin says.

“I wouldn’t even dream of it.” You reply.Hours slipped away unnoticed as the night unfolded, a mosaic of laughter, camaraderie, and the shared appreciation of the moment. Eddie could help but sneak glances at you, it was hard not to. He’s been trying to keep his cool all night, he had several shots of whiskey to build up some liquid courage. The world outside the café window dimmed as everyone delved into stories and life updates.

Eddie hands you his pack of cigarettes, silently asking if you’d like to go outside with him. You take one and place it between your lips. You and Eddie excuse yourselves from the group and head outside, the cold air sent a shiver up your spine.

“Brr! I forgot how cold it is when the sun goes down. I should have brought a coat.” You offhandedly say as Eddie lights your cigarette for you. Eddie removes his leather jacket, leaving him with a thick black hoodie. He drapes it around your shoulders and you are immediately much more comfortable. Your face gets a little red, he’s always been such a gentleman. You both lean up against Eddie's van. His thoughts are a symphony of emotions, dancing between hope and uncertainty. The evening was filled with a serene ambiance, and even in the quiet moments, you still felt comfort in his presence. “Y/N…” Eddie finally pipes up. “Yeah?” “I think we should talk. Y’know…about where we stand with each other.” Eddie admits. Your eyes widen, this is finally happening. The anxiety sets in and you try to swallow your nerves. Eddie stands in front of you, looking at his feet. “Do you remember, right before you left, that time we got high in my van next to lovers lake?” “Yeah. I do.” You answer quietly. “Do you remember me telling you that no one could ever replace you in my life?” He asks and you nod. You remember it like it was yesterday. It was a sunny day, the light glistening along the top of the water. You and Eddie passed a joint back and forth. You gave him a small wallet sized photo from picture day. “I still have that photo, I keep it in my wallet. You told me to keep it as a reminder, so I don't forget you. The thing is, meeting you was like finding my favorite song in a world full of noise, and I can't stop hitting replay no matter how many times I hear it.” Eddie takes a deep breath. It's like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. You were stunned, absolutely speechless. In that moment, the unspoken became words, there was no going back now. Eddie moves a few inches closer, pinning you between himself and van. Under the glow from a nearby streetlamp, the air was charged with tension. You met his gaze with a gentle smile. Without another word, Eddie cupped your face in his hands. Time seemed to slow down as Eddie leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You kiss him back, It spoke volumes with no words at all. Eddie presses his body against yours and you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer. You can't stop shaking, your nerves combined with the cold air made it impossible to be completely still. Eddie finally breaks away from you and opens the back doors to his van. “Hop in, you’re freezing to death.” Eddie says, you take his hand as he helps you into the van then he climbs in after you and shuts the door. You take a seat on an upside down milk crate while Eddie starts the car and cranks the heat. You still can't believe what just happened, you’ve only ever dreamed of this moment. Eddie grabs his acoustic guitar and sits on top of a large amp. He took a deep breath, fingers gently caressing the strings of the guitar, and he started to strum. “I feel so stupid for leaving you alone out here.” You say while looking down at your hands. “If anyone deserves an apology it’s you. I just assumed you moved on and didn’t need any reminders.” “Don’t worry your pretty little head, I forgive you.” He chuckles. “Besides, they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?” You recognize the tune he's playing, you’ve heard it before. “What song is this?” You ask, it's so familiar. “Photograph by Def Leppard.” He answers with a half smile and you smile back at him, your eyes widen as you recall the lyrics. He played this song for you before, but you ant remember how long ago.

“Y’know, I still haven't figured out how to sit across from you and not be madly in love with everything you do.” You reply, hearing him play was actually really calming, you’ve missed this side of him. The guitar became an extension of his feelings, his voice carrying a sweetness to it, like warm honey. ♫“I see your face every time I dream

On every page, every magazine

So wild and free,

So far from me

You're all I want, my fantasy

Oh, look what you've done to this rock 'n' roll clown

Oh-oh, look what you've done

Photograph~

I don't want your photograph

I don't need your photograph

All I've got is a photograph

But it's not enough”♫ As the last chord resonated. Eddie sets the guitar against the wall of the van. You spring into his arms, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. You bury your face in his shoulder, you didn't expect to get so emotional. You’re so happy but you still feel so guilty, you question why anyone would leave this feeling behind.

Eddie pulls you into his lap. “Are you crying?! Oh shit, no don’t cry…”Eddie squeezes you a little tighter. “Shhh…it's okay, sweetheart.”

You took a deep breath, “I love you, Eddie.” The words spilled out. “I love you too. I’ve always loved you.” Eddie says, when you look back at him he smiles and brushes a few strands of hair away from your face. “Do you want to go back to mine?” He asks, it's like he read your mind. You nod in response and Eddie chuckles. “Let's get out of here.”

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creative-caramel-coffee · 10 months

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i know you've already done a couple period fics. but would you be open to doing a period fic, while reader has a cold or stomach bug?

currently i have both- while also being on my period-

so we love the passing out while standing, fever showers, throwing up AND bloody sheets. great combo-

Periods plus puking

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.9K

Summary: your period and the stomach flu. Could life get any worse?

TW: fever, Flu, non-sexual nudity, period, blood, slight angst, vomit, fainting

A/n I think I covered everything you wanted plus I threw in a few more. :) hope you like it.

When you woke up with a wetness between your legs and the sheets felt damp you almost cried. You had been awake half the night with your head in the toilet. A mix of a stomach bug and your period the cramps were unending. Your girlfriends were out on a mission and were suppose to be home early this morning but they must have slept elsewhere so they didn’t wake you. Jokes on them you had barely slept.

It was two am when you finally shut your eyes and your body seemed to take over and sleep.

It took all the strength you had to pull back the sheet and get up. Feeling the uncomfortable ache or nausea return you knew you had mere seconds before you were sick again. On shaky legs you pulled yourself along by the wall. Falling to your knees as you gagged and retched. More stringy puke came up and the sour smell assaulted your senses. Tears welled in your eyes before slipping down your cheeks. You choked back a sob and ducked your head again to be sick. After you felt the urge pass you didn’t have the energy to flush so you simply starfishes on the cool tiled floor. The room seemed both too hot and too cold somehow. Your blood soaked Pj shorts would have to wait until the rooms stopped spinning to be dealt with.

So here you were, laid on the bathroom floor, life couldn’t seem to get any worse. You closed your eyes and sighed. Hoping they would be back soon.

Wanda had made breakfast, they wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed when they returned, as a sorry for being pulled away last minute for a mission. Wanda had just kicked open your bedroom door with Nat following close behind when she almost dropped the plates. A huge bloodstain marked the crisp blue sheets and she stifled a gasp. She immediately felt bad she hadn’t been there to help you out on your period. Looking around she saw the light on in the bathroom and set down the food on the bedside table.

“I’ll get started on the sheets.” Nat frowned.

“Don’t worry about it.” Wanda waved her hands and the sheets were fresh and clean again.

“Neat trick.” Nat grinned

“Comes in handy from time to time.” She smiled

“Let’s go find our girl.” Nat shot back

“Y/n/n?” Wanda called, knocking on the closed door. When all she heard was a groan in response she tried the handle, frowning it was open. Carefully she stepped into the bathroom.

A hand came to her mouth at the sight of you soaked from the waist down in blood and laid on the floor. Your cheeks were flushed and she saw puke in the toilet. Carefully she came and sat by your side.

“Oh love. Why didn’t you call us baby.” She cooed, running a hand through your hair.

Nat walked in and frowned. Walking over to the toilet she grimaced and flushed the evidence of your earlier activities.

“Baby you feel a bit warm, can I check your temperature love?” Wanda asked placing the back of her hand to your sweaty forehead.

“I’ll get it” nat said and began rummaging in the cupboard.

“Poor baby, you’ve really been through it huh my love. And without natty and i here to help you. Its ok my sweet we’re here now and we’re not going anywhere.” She continued to brush the sweaty hair from your face.

“Got it.” Nat said, coming over to hand Wanda the thermometer.

“Open up my sweetness.” Wanda said tapping your chin with her thumb.

You opened your mouth and Wanda chuckled, slipping the metal under your tongue. Quickly you sat up as the feeling in your mouth brought on another bout of gagging. Wanda quickly removed the thermometer and nat guided your shaking form over the toilet as you were sick again. Wanda drew slow circles on your back with her hand and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Nat held your hair back and neither girl shied away when they heard the sick splash into the bowl.

“Aww baby. Its ok. We’re here. Get it all up.” Wanda cooed, when the feeling passed you flopped against Wanda eyes half closed.

Nat slipped into the room, you hadn’t even noticed her leave, too busy being sick.

“I got this from Bruce. This way we wont have to stick anything in her mouth.” Nat explained handing Wanda the fancy thermometer.

Wanda ran the tip over your forehead and it beeped straight away.

She showed the number to Nat who let out a low whistle. Your hands quickly came to your ears as the noise made the headache worse.

“Sorry love.” Nat said pulling your hands from your ears. “You have a high fever my sweet. I was just worried is all.”

“How high?” You croaked throat raw from being sick. It was the first words you had said to them in days and you sounded like you were half frog.

“Oh love, try not to speak.” Wanda cooed, when the couple words had brought on a harsh fit of coughing which descended into gagging and Wanda held you in her arms over the toilet. Nat pulled your hair into a bun and tied it up with the wristband she always had on her.

You gagged fruitlessly, your body having ejected everything already. Tears burned your eyes and you finally stopped.

“Nothing left.” You coughed pitifully.

“Shh.” Wanda pressed a cold finger to your lips.

“Your fever is 102.9 my love, and you know what that means.” Nat sighed running a hand through her own fiery red locks.

“No shower.” You whined like a toddler.

“Aww bubs it’ll be over soon, plus we need to clean you up down there.” Wanda cooed motioning to your lower half. You had honestly forgotten about your period. Which made itself known once more with another harsh cramp. You whined and curled into a ball in Wanda’s arms which wrapped around you protectively. Her fingers glowing a soft red over your back as she used her magic to force your muscles to relax. You make a choked noise somewhere between a sob and a sigh at the feeling and you relaxed in her arms.

“Do you think your done, can we get you in the shower my sweet.” Nat cooed, crouching down beside Wanda. You nodded weakly and tried to stand. Too fast as your vision swam and dipped and everything went black.

“Y/N!” Nat cried as she grabbed your unconscious form before you could hit your head on the bathtub behind you. She carefully laid you in the recovery position like Bruce had shown her in case you threw up again. Wanda stroked the hair from your flushed cheeks and softly tapped your cheek.

“Y/n/n, sweetness, my love. Come back to us baby girl.” Wanda said softly.

Your eyes fluttered open and Wanda heaved a sigh of relief.

“Aww bubs, stood up too fast. Come let us help you.” Wanda turned on the bath and nat took her position beside you.

“Slowly now.” Nat said as you tried to sit up as you felt a hand on your lower back guide you into a sitting position.

“You body only reacted like that because its been under too much stress lately but it you pass out again I’m taking you to see Bruce. No ifs or buts.” She said firmly but sweetly. Nat put her armed a under you, scooping you up and putting you on the counter. Wanda carefully with the help of her magic to hold you up, took off your shirt, putting your shorts and undies in the sink to be washed later and scooped you up and stepped into the tub. Passing you to Nat she sat down in the cool water. Nat passed you to her. You shivered when your body came into contact with the water, squirming and whining until Wanda’s arms wrapped around you.

“Im gonna go deal with this.” Nat said holding up your bloodied clothes.

“Ok love I’ve got her for now.” Wanda agreed. Your eyes were glazed over as you slipped them shut. Dozing in Wanda’s lap as she used her magic to clean you off and keep your blood from staining the bath water red.

When your temp was lower and she heard soft snores coming from you she relaxed. Slightly. There was still a long way for you to go to get better but it was looking up slightly. She held you still in her arms when your eyes shot open and you sat up quickly. Panicking Wanda summoned a sick bag and thrust it under your chin as you brought up stringy bile. She rubbed your back and whispered in your ear.

“Its ok. Its ok my sweet. Your ok. Im here” she said over and over again until you had stopped.

You simply deflated, exhausted in her arms. Wanda threw away the sickbag and carefully stood with you in her arms shushing you as you whined. Using her magic she dressed you after drying you off and avoiding getting blood on the towel. She made sure there was a pad in your undies for you as she slipped them onto your hips. All your weight was lent against her as you stood with the help of her magic. After you were both dressed Wanda scooped you up again and carried you into the bedroom. Depositing you carefully on the bed she pulled up the sheets and slipped in beside you. Running a hand through your hair she took your temperature again the lower number giving her hope. She summoned a sickbag and put it on the bedside incase you were sick again and she wasn’t awake.

You were snoring softly as the door cracked open and nat came back.

“How’s she doing?” Nat asked concerned.

“Better but not good, she was sick again in the bath.”

“With you in it?” Nat asked wrinkling her nose slightly.

“No i summoned sickbag before she threw up on us both and in the water.” Wanda said. “Her temp has lowered slightly which is a good sign and I’ve put a sickbag by the bed if she needs it. But right now she needs sleep, i asked Jarvis and apparently she barely got three hours last night. Poor thing was up all night with her head in the toilet.” Wanda sighed looking down at you while you slept, and running her hands through your hair.

“Well we’re here now and thats what counts the most i guess.” Nat sighed and slipped in on your other side sandwiching you between both girls.

And thats how you slept for the next few days, under the watchful eyes of your girlfriends and there were careful to always have one of them with you to hold your hand as you were sick and change the sheets when you bled on them. You couldn’t have asked for better girlfriends and frankly the rings in your bedside draw was on your mind the whole time only solidifying your plans with their love.

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alittlebitofloveliness · 2 months

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5, 14, 15, 17

More outsiders asks? Heck yeah!

5. What are your favourite ships?

a) Curly Shepard x Ponyboy Curtis- idk why other than the fact that fanon Curly seems to balance out Ponyboy perfectly, and that I read a Curly fit on ffn when I was like fifteen that fundamentally changed my brain chemistry

b) Steve Randle x Sodapop Curtis- I don’t like any other within gang ship but Soda and Steve make sense to me and ngl my closeted ass clocked them as gay when I was reading the book because of the ‘pillow fight’ scene. I genuinely answered a comprehension question in class like ‘Ponyboy’s naïveté is shown through the fact he believes soda never drinks and that Soda and Steve were having a pillow fight when they slept together’ and my teacher had to be like oh sweetie no….

c) Marcia x Two-bit Matthews- Not a HUGE fan but they had such chemistry and I wish that could’ve been explored. I’m actually working on a fit about them rn, just because I wanna explore Marcia’s psyche. She was fun :)

14. Five headcanons I basically see as canon

a) Steve is secretly SUPER protective of Ponyboy, partially because he knows Sodapop would never be ok if something ever happened to Pony and he couldn’t stand it if Soda’s spark ever went out, but also because he wants Ponyboy to have the happy childhood he never had.

b) Darry absolutely dotes on Ponyboy, even though he’s strict, he’s lenient about letting Pony go places and works overtime to make sure he can afford to get Ponyboy everything he needs (and some stuff he simply wants), especially after Windrixville.

c) Johnny Cade is scary looking. Full stop. The gang just doesn’t see him that way so it doesn’t show in Ponyboy’s narration

d) Dallas Winston had a good mom and a happy childhood and her death was the catalyst that made him into the hoodlum he was.

e) Sodapop Curtis absolutely drinks, Ponyboy just doesn’t believe he does and Soda is not anxious to correct him because he doesn’t want Ponyboy to see him differently

15. Five headcanons that are entirely self-indulgent

a) Angela Shepard and Curly Shepard have to share a room because Tim refuses to share with anyone. Neither of them actually hates it half as much as they pretend they do.

b) Part of why Curly and Ponyboy became close was because Ponyboy was struggling with getting over his concussion, and the side effects were really stressful for him (dizzy spells, blurry vision, absentmindedness) and Curly kinda helped him with it because Curly spent 90% of his childhood concussed so he knew what Pony was going through

c) Tim Shepard and Sylvia are best friends and would kill for each other but not die for each other. However, they would avenge each other’s deaths.

d) Steve Randle wishes more than anything in the world that Darry Curtis was actually his irl older brother

e) Two-bit’s little sister HATES Ponyboy Curtis because her older brother spends more time playing older brother to him than he spends actually being an older brother to her.

17. Are there any criticisms or salt you have with the book?

My criticisms with the book lie with the author. SE Hinton has proven to be homophobic and racist, and its written into the book, which is my biggest issue. I love the story of The Outsiders but do not want to support Hinton or her harmful, bigoted ideology under any circumstances. (For anyone out there who wants a copy of the book but doesn’t want to support Hinton, you can find a free pdf online, all you gotta do is google it)

On a slightly lighter note, I would have loved to have seen more of the female characters in the book. Marcia in particular had so much potential, and I wish we’d seen one actual scene with Sandy or Sylvia.

Thanks for the ask!!!!!

#the outsiders #angela shepard #curly shepard #tim shepard #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #headcanon #two bit mathews #marcia the outsiders #marcia x two bit #purly #steve randle #stevepop

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Todays rip: 17/05/2024

Athletic Doctor

Season 1 Featured on: GilvaSunner's Highest Quality Video Game Rips: Volume 1 Also on: SiIvaGunner: Starter Kit & Essentials

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ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL!!

I haven't slept in so long...I forgot what dreams were like.

Honestly - what better way could there be for me to celebrate the 365th main post on the blog, than to be fashionably late by a whole weekend? It's unfortunate, but...oddly befitting, really. Back when I was first starting out with the blog, I actually forgot about posting daily for a solid two weeks - and so, some old-ass posts like Chillin’ Like A Villain and (YTPMV) Bob-Omb Battlesources were made in quite a hurry retroactively. Nevertheless, it was on May 17th 2023, over on my main blog @melblur, that I suddenly decided that I wanted to write about one SiIvaGunner rip a day just for fun. After File Select Fusion Collab, I realized that it made more sense just to put these on their own blog, and with Snowball Park - Super Mario 3D World I moved everything onto here. It's all been a bit of a bumpy ride, is my point. But today, I've reached the big milestone that I was originally aiming for all the way back with Running Through Cookie Country - a year's worth of almost-always-daily posts on the weird and wonderful world of SiIvaGunner. And what better rip to discuss alongside this milestone than the channel's biggest hit, the milestone rip to stand above all others: Season 1's Athletic Doctor.

Now, I've been following SiIvaGunner since some of the earliest moments of Season 1, following along with the initial GiIvaSunner termination, the entire Reboot saga discussed in I Saw a Brainwasher Today, the Mashup Crusaders arc of Mr. Rental [B Side] ~ Out of Options, the channel ending of Epic Flintstones... Basically, I was there for just about the entire initial 9-month run, and have with but one Season's worth of an exception (Season 5) been following the channel damn near obsessively since. The point is that, through this, I have been able to follow the channel's most popular videos chart up and down with each passing month: I recall, for instance, how Nintendo GameCube Startup - Console/BIOS Music soared past all other rips back in the day and stayed on top for five month's time. That was, of course, before finally being surpassed by we are number one but with outdated memes over it and subsequently helping kickstart the entire We Are Number One meme trend (funny enough - you can actually find a youtube comment left by me on the rip in late December 2016/early 2017 expressing mild annoyance over the rip's popularity...). Athletic Doctor in comparison was of course always popular, but it took a while to truly climb its way up there - it was in the top ten, then top five, always rising, bubbling in the background. Eventually, starting with Season 3's premiere, the team decided to just make the rip the trailer for the channel for new viewers - where it still sits today, now as the far-and-away most popular rip on the channel.

I feel like the reason the rip became used as the defacto channel trailer, the reason it keeps being referenced in videos demonstrating what SiIvaGunner is all about, is pretty obvious. I've talked a lot in posts like Live and Ooooooooooooooh about how outright *effective* many of Season 1's rips were, and Athletic Doctor is the most prime example of that imaginable - it is a damn near pitch perfect joke executed shockingly well for the time of its upload in the channel's history. EVERYONE knows the music to Super Mario World, either through its usage in the game itself in the 90s, its appearances in games like Super Smash Bros. Melee in the 2000s and Super Mario Galaxy 2 in the 2010s - or just through sheer overexposure to it in just about any era of gaming YouTube. The game's soundtrack is the perfect blend of being immediately recognizable and incredibly easy to hum along to given the entire game basically only has three or so melodies, relying on its central leitmotif to a degree bordering on parody. Likewise as well, EVERYBODY knows Witch Doctor, either through excessive radio play, being a big hit with Alvin & the Chipmunks...or the 2007 Live Action Alvin & the Chipmunks movie that I myself grew up with, it's the kind of vaguely obnoxious (also arguably quite racist) nonsense novelty music that's incredibly appealing to young kids, the same way something like Crazy Frog or its ilk was in the 2000s as well.

Put simply, Athletic Doctor was a match made in heaven - and the joke is pulled off so expertly that it feels redundant to put into words. The Athletic Theme intro is iconic enough to where you're led into a false sense of security right off the bat, the melody swap is subtle enough as to not immediately be noticeable, making the moment you notice it even more noteworthy - only for the track's second loop to become a full-on mashup with the Witch Doctor track. Absolutely perfect escalation, just the right amount of buildup - but most importantly, it ends up actually sounding really good! The joke's great to be sure, very much like Live and Ooooooooooooooh - but I feel like the core reason why Athletic Doctor has continued to endure for so long on the channel, why it keeps getting remixed and referenced and paid tribute to on so many instances, is because it's just a genuinely good listen once the joke sets in. In other words, it is the purest distillation of SiIvaGunner's appeal - a joke so simple, yet pulled off with a magical appeal that remains even all these years later.

Through running this blog, it's that very specific appeal that I've wanted to try and encapsulate with the rips I cover, with what I write about them, to uncover that elusive magic of this dumb shitpost channel. Joel's big Grand Dad reaction that kicked the channel off is a good bit, to be sure, but its not a bit that could've lasted eight years and counting: In its earliest days, its easy to see how the channel could've just become naught but a novelty and fallen off the face off the earth once interest in it died. Yet through each year of the channel's life, with every Season that passes, it's evolved and adapted. Be it the spontaneous chaos of Season 1, the building storyline of Season 2, the mystery and nostalgia of Season 3, the sheer talent on display in the King for Another Day Tournament in Season 4 Episode 1 and the sheer joy of celebration found in Season 4 Episode 2, the whimsical experimentation of Season 5, the sudden introspection and moodiness of Season 6, the pure adoration and love for everything the channel stands for in Season 7, and the ongoing pure silliness of Season 8 - each period of this channel feels as if it's growing in a new direction, never content sitting in one place for too long - and yet the appeal of a rip like Athletic Doctor remains oh so core to the entire SiIvaGunner experience. The experience of which I've made my best effort to cover across all 365 posts on this blog. To show everyone the layers in which this channel goes in.

That's what I've been wanting to show you... but now, before I end this post, I want to briefly talk about what you've shown *me*. I know its a cliché thing to say, but really - it warms my heart EVERY time I receive messages about the blog. This all began as just a way for me to practice my writing ability, but suddenly I was having the actual rippers - the names that I'd admire from my MP3 player but hardly ever considered able to actually interact with - messaging me in private to express how happy my posts made them...not to mention the people in SiIvaCord discussing rips with me, digging into my writing, sharing anecdotes I'd never heard of, and everyone who requested rips genuinely eager to see what I had to write about them...like, again, its the biggest cliché on the planet, and I know this blog really isn't all *that* big in the grand scheme of things - but I never expected to even get more than five people actually engaging with what I post? To everyone, and ESPECIALLY to the silent majority reading my posts without a Tumblr account, the ones engaging from a distance - thank you SO much for validating all that I've done on here.

Now, there's still plenty of posts I have left in me, plenty of ones already in the drafts and unfulfilled requests well in the dozens. But like...tons has happened since when this all started 12 months ago. I got a summer job! I'm wrapping up what's hopefully my final three school courses! I've started listening to so much new music, expanding my music tastes, in huge part thanks to all the digging this blog has made me do! And, of course, getting to be this open about what's likely my absolute weirdest special interest has honestly made me feel more confident in myself as a person, made me a more outgoing individual in general. And so, to get all of my ducks in a row, to help straighten things out for a bit...I'm going to take a break from regular posting on here. I'm aiming for it to be no longer than a month's time - again, I have much I still wish to write about!! - but you'll of course still see me reblogging fanart and other such things on here just from using Tumblr casually. And hey - if you haven't already, I recommend you take the time to go scavenging through The Archive for daily posts that you might have missed! Having a blog with so much writing on it, so many posts, so much to discover for readers old and new...In a way, I've basically made it so that navigating the blog feels just like navigating the vast seas of the SiIvaGunner channel itself. And isn't that just the most fitting way to leave it all on - an ocean of posts, waiting for you to uncover them?

THAT SIIVAGUNNER TUMBLR BLOG WILL RETURN IN SEASON 2

#todays siivagunner #season 1 #siivagunner #siiva #Psynwav #tumblr blog #high quality rips #super mario world #witch doctor

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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okay so ive really really enjoyed your nsfw-alphabets for lords of chaos, and i was wondering if you could write one for hellhammer (the one who was played by Anthony De La Torre)? its completely okay if you wouldnt like to, considering he didnt have much screen time but it would be super cool if you did!

have a good day/night! ☆

Hello my dear @bvg-w1res first of all I'm glad you liked my nsfw-alphabets for the other characters it was fun and a little challenge to write for all of them. Also Hellhammer because like you said he has not really much screen time but I did my best. Also thank you very much for this request and I hope you like it ans everybody else too. Have fun reading :)

ps : have a good day/night too

NSFW - Alphabet - Hellhammer

warning : +18, minors don't interact, it's getting steamy under the cut

masterlist

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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A = Aftercare (how they are after sex).

°Hellhammer or Jan as he is usually only called by you when you are together is an angel when it comes to aftercare. No matter how long you slept together he will at least always tell you how good you were.

°He loves to pamper you afterwards, it's important to him not only to make it clear that you are his pretty girl but also to show you his softer side. He loves to praise you, to clean you and him and to fetch little snacks if you are hungry. He will love to take care of you.

°,,My beautiful girl".

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B = Bodypart (his favourite part of you and them)

°He loves his hands because as Mayhem's drummer he is one of the best and most dexterous. And not only he knows that. No matter if it's just foreplay or directly during sex his hands are always on your body. Whether it's massaging your breasts and watching with relish what happens when he lightly pinches your nipples. Or on your buttocks to press them lightly. But also to run through your hair, not least when you give him a blow job and he can direct you that way. Instead of the silver tongue he has the silver hands.

°He loves everything about you, you are his pretty girl. But most of all he loves two things about you. Your breasts are just the perfect shape and size for him, they fit perfectly in his hands and he loves to watch them almost fascinated during sex. It doesn't matter if you wear a bra or not, they were just perfect. He also loves your thighs, especially when you are wearing knee socks, pantyhose, tight pants or a short skirt. Whatever it is, he just loves to touch the soft skin, kiss it, bite it lightly and just touch it, especially when he palms himself between yours.

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C= Cum (anything to do with cum)

°He loves to cum on your breasts especially when you suck him and he can watch his cum moving over your breasts and dripping on your belly and thighs. It's one of the most erotic things he's ever seen.

°He also likes to come inside you and watch his cum run out of you. Only to either stuff it back inside you to watch it come out again. Or when you come to take it in with his fingers and lick it off and taste it.

°,,Sweetie you are addictive".

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D = Dirty Secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

°Something he wants to try during a concert or a fuller band rehearsal. That you should ride his thigh, follow the rhythm of his drums and give in to the excitement. He wants to see you fall apart on his lap. How you come when you hold on to him.

°Like some of the others, he would love to make a porno with you. Similar to the footage from the party video, but he's serious. As soon as he finds the right moment he'll suggest it to you and you'll go through with it, you'll have a whole collection of different genres (Hellhammer comes up with the great idea to rent out these videos in the record shop - a surprisingly good deal).

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

°He definitely has some experience, but it's more from his school days with some girl in the bathroom or behind the school. He was the good-looking outsider and has enough experience as far as that goes.

°But just because you've had a little experience here and there doesn't mean you're a sex god like Hellhammer. So the sex with him is good, more than that, but as far as teasing and all that is concerned, he still has a bit to learn. He was more just in and out and coming. Until the two of you got together and discovered the world of lust and eroticism. A more than just good journey.

°,,I am already learning new things, my love.

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F = Favourite position (without saying you know what it's about)

°69 position = A position he not only always wanted to try out and had watched in numerous porn movies. After you have reached the level of the relationship, it quickly becomes clear why he likes this position. Not only do you both orally pleasure each other, which is not only exciting for him, but being able to taste you like this is simply everything for him. Every time he is incredibly excited and can hardly wait until you finally end up in bed. He loves it too much, his hands on your hips and thighs, the warm soft skin and his tongue that he loves to use.

°,,Come on baby I want you".

°Ruler = An idea you had suggested and he was only too happy to comply, secretly wanting to try it out. Not only do you touch each other similarly to the 69 position, the fact that you are in control, set the pace and move your hips. When he can relinquish control and praise how good you are and just give himself to you instead of you to him. Something he can't get enough of when you take control.

°,,My ruler...I want you to take over".

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G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they funny? etc.)

°Even though sex isn't really serious for him, it's actually a stress reliever and just something to get off his chest, so to speak. Is it more serious with you after you've been together which is also because he has learned through you that it can be more than just the reasons mentioned.

°But just because he has learned to take sex more seriously, there will always be jokes or comments or touching. He is actually always giggling and laughing and he just can't help it. For him it is almost impossible

°,,Just one more joke promised".

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H = Hair (how shaved is it? Does the trunk match the apple? ect.)

°He doesn't shave his happy trail he likes it especially in the summer when he wears a crop top and you almost crack him up with your look as he calls it. But even otherwise he doesn't always shave, sometimes when he feels like it or sometimes not. If it bothers you, he would shave it, but he doesn't have to.

°His hair on his head is already quite dark, which is why his hair down there is almost black, so the trunk doesn't quite match the apple or the other way round, depending...

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I = Intimacy (how are they at the moment the romantic aspect)

°He is surprisingly romantic during foreplay as well as during sex and afterwards. In that respect he is definitely the sanest in the whole black circle.

°Whether he's telling you how good you are, cuddling you, massaging you, adoring you, kissing you or anything else. Hellhammer adores you, you are simply his special girl, his beautiful girl. And he will tell you that over and over again.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

°Often, especially when he comes back from band rehearsals and just needs to come down and you're not there, he passes the time himself. Mostly on his sofa or his bed. With several pictures of you, a piece of clothing or recorded videos it's just perfect.

°A thing you did once for his birthday. A strip tease for Jan where you made him touch yourself in a lovely way while you made him hard with your body and movements alone. A thing that will not only take place on his birthday.

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Kink = (one or more of the kinks)

°Mommy Kink = Maybe unexpected for both of you and for himself. In the middle of sex, his mind had been clouded with lust for too long, and it just came out of his mouth and he didn't really notice it. But when you teased him for it, it only excited him even more. Sometimes he called you ,,Mam" or ,,Mommy" as a nickname but it was always just a cute extra...at least that's what you both thought. Now it has become more of a little game of praise and dominance. Because he desperately wants your approval and you have to tell your handsome boy how good he is. While he admires and adores you at the same time.

°,,I'm going to do it good...Mommy-I-I promise really good".

°Power play = In connection with his mommy kink the thought and implementation of who will give in first. How far he can go with his teasing in the hope that you will be the first one on the bed. Or maybe it's you with words of praise, playing with one of his pretty locks of hair and saying "My good boy" that will get him on the bed faster than necessary, right? Every time it's finding out who's giving in, who's taking the lead, it excites him more than it should.

°,,You want to play, sweetie? Oh, believe me, we're just getting started."

°Hair pulling = No real kink but if you dominate him and touch him roughly whether on the arm, hand, leg, neck or even the hair he will become the submissive faster than his head realises. If you drag him by the hair onto the bed or wink at his knees, you will hear more than just whimpering and pleading from his lips.

°,,Please...harder...I'll be good".

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L = Location (favourite place to do it)

°His beloved couch in his flat. Not only was it incredibly expensive but also beautiful (in his opinion). So why not use it properly and not just to sit on it. From sitting, to cuddling and then to sex. That was the advantage as he had no flatmates he could make anything he wanted his sex place including his couch which became almost like a second bed.

°Everywhere. Really everywhere, it doesn't even have to be his flat. It didn't matter if it was the record shop, much to Euronymous' delight, or a back alley, someone's bathroom party. He didn't care, everywhere was perfect.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on)

°Clothing = Depending on what you were wearing, his range of emotions and feelings ranged from barely seen to a compliment to a drooling horny something that immediately gets on you. Especially when you're wearing something with cleavage and it's short. Then he presses himself almost demanding and yet submissive against you and wants to tear everything off your body immediately.

°,,You look...just so arousing beautiful"

°You at the drums = When he saw you sitting at his drums unnoticed, slightly lost in thought, running your fingers over the drumsticks and hitting the various drums with them. Not following any real melody but just playing in front of you. Did this trigger something in him that he thought was not possible. He wanted to stand behind you, lead you, take your hands in his and make a game out of it. A play. The teacher and his willing pupil. How he turned the swivel chair around and opened his belt. Knowing in your eyes what he wanted from you. Yep, that'll get him more than aroused.

°,,Fuck that's good"

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N = No (something they wouldn't do, dismissing)

°Boredom = What seems a little complicated at first is not. Hellhammer simply wants a certain challenge every time. A new position, a little more begging, a little more rebellion or simply a new approach. He is always on the lookout for something new and exciting. The main thing is that he doesn't get bored, because that would be death.

°Daddy kink = The opposite of his mommy kink. Whether it's you calling him that or him talking about himself that way. He doesn't quite know what it is but he either just thinks it's stupid and laughs about it or it's immediately something that turns him off and leaves him cold. It's just the way he is, he can't help it.

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O = Oral (preference whether giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

°He loves it when you give him oral he likes it even more than sex sometimes. Not only do you take him so well and are a god in his eyes when it comes to that. You also know exactly what to do. He loves to bury his hand in your hair, to set the pace, to move his hips slightly. Hearing your suppressed moans and pleas. Only to end up pulling you to your feet and kissing you not least to taste himself.

°,,Someone-ah should record how good you are at this. Like you were made for it.

°As far as your satisfaction is concerned, he is almost more hungry than Pelle and really wants to ask you for the best possible. He will go down on his knees as soon as you ask him to, his dark hair falling slightly into his face, a pleading submissive look reflected in his eyes. Drunk with anticipation and love, he kisses his way up your legs and ends up using more than just his tongue, that's for sure. He makes sure you have at least two orgasms. No matter how many you want, he'll give them to you. He wants to give them to you.

°,,You are so incredibly handsome-so beautiful, ma'am."

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P = Pace (are they fast and hard? slow and sensitive? etc.)

°He is in the middle between fast and slow. But it also depends a lot on his own arousal. How needy is he or you?

°But it doesn't matter if he is hard and fast or slow and sensitive. He's as good as ever at caring for you and finding the right balance in all four areas. After all, he wants to be rewarded with words.

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Q = Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often etc)

°Quickies are my third first name according to Hellhammer. He loves quickies in the form of oral satisfaction especially when you get on your knees in front of him. It's easy and fast for him, brings him satisfaction. But even when you do it, of course he does it in return. He wants to ask himself every time how fast he can bring you to orgasm. How fast or how long it takes you to be caught by one of the coven. He wants to break his records

°If there's not enough time the solution is a quickie and as luck would have it you almost always don't have much time.

°Oh no, we still have fifteen minutes...sounds like a quickie to the other room. Don't you think?"

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

°Before you got together he didn't really experiment. It was often just thoughts he had but never acted on. But with you, oh man, you have a lot to go through because, to be more precise, he has made a whole list of things he wants to try out with you.

°Trying something with new things also means taking a risk. Which is why he always loves to take risks, whether it's for him or for you. The main thing is that you have tried it out, because the proof of the pudding is in the eating.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long can they last?)

°He is not the man for the big one, which is not least due to his smoking, which he strictly denies. However, with him there are at least two rounds inside and the third if you are lucky but then you usually have to take over for which he is more than grateful.

°,,If two are not enough for my pretty girl...come here my tongue is always happy to satisfy you".

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T = Toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on their partner or themselves?)

°Drumsticks = Not necessarily a toy but just for foreplay and teasing he loves to use his drumsticks. You lying naked on the bed or relaxing? No problem, he simply lets the finely crafted spitezn wander over your body and lets your nipples become hard. Depending on what material the drumsticks are made of, you also let your tongue wander over them and he definitely has a camera with him. There was just created a new wixxvorlage that has burned into his brain.

°,,If you lick them like that again...fuck"

°Bandana = His bandana which he always carries with him is simply used for sex as a temporary restraint or gag. Also great as a blindfold when he wants to tease you with the drumsticks. Believe me, it works wonders. It's practical, soft and more than enough for the moment. And he always has it with him, which makes for a good quickie.

°,,I should have let you wear my clothes much earlier. Damn, you look hot, sweetie".

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U = Unfair (how they love to tease)

°Teasing is his middle name if you ask him. Egall where, when or how? He will as soon as he realises he needs you or just because. He'll start teasing you. A little touch with his hands on the straps of your bra down to your breasts. Knowing full well that the entire black coven is sitting at the table with you in the pinch. But he doesn't care, he's more interested in how you will react.

°,,A little challenge is fun, isn't it?"

°But if you tease him back or start it, it will either throw him off course because he is not quite prepared for it. Or he gets into it right away and gets aroused faster than he notices. At the latest, when you play with his hair and pull on it lightly, it's over and he's all yours.

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V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make, etc.)

°Hellhammer is not necessarily loud. It depends a little on the environment. If it's in your flat, it will reverberate off the walls. But if you are somewhere outside then he is quieter but still audible to the others. Well audible.

°When he does make noise, it is often praising words and jokes. But when you have him completely wrapped around your finger he is a begging something. He loves to beg you to satisfy him on his knees if he has to. He just wants to be good for you.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

°He wants to do a professional sex photoshoot with you. Not just the pictures from a disposable camera from Euronymous or a more than decent camera from his friends. No, he wants to go with you to a professional photographer and take the most erotic and dirty photos for his special album. And present them to Euronymous as album cover. Sex sells.

°He smokes no big deal himself but when you smoke a cigarette he is completely fascinated like a little boy. His gaze never leaves you and he watches you with perfect love. It's just so fascinating to watch you. You seem almost divine.

°,,Ma'm, you know how you have me".

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X = X-ray (let's look under the clothes)

°As already mentioned, he sometimes rasps his happy trail, but he also likes to let it get to him. The size 16cm/6,29921 is a triumph for him because he is a little bigger than Varg but otherwise normal. The width is not as wide as Faust's but it is still so wide that your fingers barely touch.

°But the wide grin on his lips increases when he catches you staring. You watch him as his fingers steal a little cream from Faust's birthday cake and disappear into his mud. This has to be commented on with a perverted comment. In summer he wears only pants and you don't seem to leave him. He feels like the king. Not least when he's in the shower and you just come to him.

°,,All this sexy stuff is just for you my love.

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Y = Yearning (how high is the sex drive?)

°On the high end for sure. He's not as needy as Varg in his weddings who felt fucked everything and everyone don't get me wrong.

°But at a party with maybe one or two beers he will look for his need faster than normal. Which is not surprising that you both disappear for a little while. Not that he could make it any more conspicuous with his broad grin.

°,,Sweetheart you look good...shall we just you know".

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Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

°Very quickly as far as that is concerned after the aftercare which is of course sufficient and more than just good. Both of you should feel good in his eyes, even if you are more important to him than he is to himself.

°Which is why he usually falls asleep immediately after the aftercare and has given his last strength to you. With a murmured "love you sleep well" he then turns over or snuggles up to you before you hear his quiet breathing. A cute sight.

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@mayhem-things , @beldamama

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ricky-tiki-tah · 4 months

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Glamrock Freddy Through The Ball Pit Part 1

(These aren’t particularly chapters, but each post is numbered and tagged ‘#gfttbp au fic’ so it’s easier to get to them)

“Disassemble Freddy!” Vanny screeched, her wide crazed red eyes zeroing in on the bear.

“Gregory, run!” Freddy called out, giving the boy a soft push in the direction he needed to go before taking off towards the many employee hallways to lose the staff bots. “I’ll distract them!”

Gregory gave a determined nod and continued on his way.

Freddy ran as fast as he was able, finding a nearly empty storage room to barricade himself in, tumbling staff bots as he went.

That was a mistake.

It appeared that the staff bots weren’t working alone. The spare endoskeletons had joined in the hunt and started to bang on the door Freddy had hurriedly closed. He looked around in case there was anything helpful in the room.

There, a crowbar! After a moment’s contemplation, Freddy jumped away from the door, racing towards the opposite side of the room, past the abandoned ball pit that seemed to be the only other thing in the room.

He didn’t make it. The staff bots swarmed him and the much stronger endos started tearing into his outer shell.

The bots ripped him apart, pieces flying everywhere. Freddy had barely enough time to hope Gregory would make it out of the pizzaplex safely before one of the bots tore out something he needed to function, and everything went black.

It was the housing for Freddy’s AI coding. The ending that had ripped it out, tossing the bits of metal and wires aside to continue wreaking havoc on the animatronic bear.

No one noticed that the small bit of Freddy that made him who he was landed in the ball pit.

(>*v*<)

Michael was playing hide and seek. Or more accurately, he was hiding in the Fazbear Diner’s ball pit, laying in wait for his little brother, planning to jump out and scare the nearly seven year old.

“Ouch!” Something poked his leg, and Michael put a hand down to feel around for whatever the thing was. It wasn’t safe to leave pokey things where little kids played.

After waving through the colorful plastic balls for a long moment, Mike’s hand closed around something small and slightly rubbery. Confused he surfaced and pulled the thing up to look at it.

The small object appeared to be some sort of charm, missing its chain. It was a light blue, rubbery plastic, lightning bolt. It looked cool.

Michael completely forgot his previous mission of scaring Evan and instead went searching for something to string through the small circle at the top of the pendant. He planned to wear it, declaring in his mind that it was something a cool rockstar would wear.

It wasn’t long before he found a bit of balloon ribbon and had strung the pendant around his neck. He planned to switch the ribbon out for a bit of twine when he went home later that evening.

Speaking of going home…

“Mikey, let’s go! Daddy says we’re leaving!” Elizabeth called out, running past him to join their father and little brother at the entrance.

“Comin’!”

(>*v*<)

Freddy didn’t think he would wake up. Not that the animatronics really slept, but they did rest occasionally. This felt different. Like he was under water or behind a curtain. He couldn’t quite see anything clearly yet, but he heared one voice very clearly.

“Now I look like a superstar!”

He wondered where the voice came from. It sounded excited, and Freddy realized he was excited for the voice as well, despite not knowing who it belonged to. Everyone deserved to be a superstar.

Freddy blinked and everything got a tiny bit clearer. Just enough that he could make out vague shapes around him, but not enough to understand where he was.

“Wait until I show my friends!” The voice squealed and Freddy smiled softly before everything fell dark again.

(>*v*<)

Over time, though Freddy was unsure how much time, he was able to see much clearer, and what he saw greatly shocked and confused the poor bear.

He wasn’t in any sort of machine, be it endoskeleton or computer. He actually appeared to be riding along in a young boy’s head.

He couldn’t do much about this fact, unable to actually move on his own or even speak aloud. He did learn however, over the course of a day or so after the world finally cleared up, that the boy seemed to be able to hear him, at least a small amount. Pausing as if considering Freddy’s commentary at some points.

Freddy learned that the boy’s name was Michael and that he was thirteen years old. He has shaggy brown hair, grey-blue eyes, and a bright smile that lights up his brown, freckle covered face. Michael also has two younger siblings, Elizabeth and Evan. They live with their father, and visit a diner that he owns nearly every day.

Freddy also learns that Michael has three friends. The strange part, he thinks, is that each of them have a mask depicting much older versions of his friends, and even himself.

It’s with these three friends that Freddy finds himself most vocal, quietly scolding when the four boys pick on younger children at school or even Michael’s own brother. He doesn’t know why they do so, but he intends to make Michael aware that it is unkind.

(>*v*<)

Mike is fairly certain he’s going insane.

He keeps hearing a voice at the back of his mind, asking random questions, noting something he might have missed in schoolwork, and even scolding him for his actions. He wonders if his conscience woke up and gained a voice.

It’s very strange, he thinks, to have a proud voice say ‘well done, Superstar!’ after he’s completed a task, but he smiles at the praise nonetheless.

Lizzie keeps looking at him strangely when he suddenly starts grinning like a loon after washing the dishes. He’s not sure how to explain that the voice in his head is proud of him for doing something so simple as his chores without looking like a nutcase so he stays quiet. It’s not like she needs to know anyway.

Instead, Mike plots his surprise for Evan’s birthday at the end of the week.

#gfttbp au fic #fnaf #glammike au #michael afton #glamrock freddy #glammike #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanny #evan afton #elizabeth afton #william afton

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prince-toffee · 30 days

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Green Copper Flame

"Hey what's up Marines, it's ya girl Marine The Raccoon back at it again with another video! Last time we tried Magnesium, in this video we're gonna try out Copper, and see what colour the flame is."

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The video sharply cut to the footage of Blaze asleep and snoring in her royal bed, her hair a mess, one strand even making its way into the cat's wide open mouth. Marine approached quietly, a finger against her lips, gesturing to the phone camera to be quiet as if speaking to the audience. The young racoon knew that her mentor's super-senses were unparalleled, she could hear a heart beat miles away and tell you who it belonged to. The fact that she hadn't slept for the two previous days due to mountains of paperwork helped the sly gremlin to move undetected. The fact that she managed to get this far was a miracle, opening the door to Blaze's room, sneaking in, unheard of. Mari stepped lightly on her toes. One hand holding the phone trying to hold everything in frame, the other holding a cylindrical container already unscrewed. And poured the contents of the container onto Blaze's head; a dark bronze powder, copper powder to be exact.

Just then Marine froze, a noise emanated from the cat, she was stiring up. Groggy, Blaze half opened one eye to investigate and found her easily-excitable apprentice's big ol' eyes glaring at her. "Wha-" Before the Princess could fully regain consciousness Marine enacted her contingency plan.

"Wake up sleepy head! It's-- uh-- your Birthday! Happy Birthday!!"

"...Today's not my b--"

Just then something else stirred around and up, hidden under the bed covers Marine hadn't noticed when she snuck in - The covers were pushed back and Silver's head popped out, also only half-conscious, with dark eyes bags and a bonette holding his quills. "Who's Birthday is it?" He asked still asleep.

Marine covered her mouth with her hand instinctively trying to hid her huge Chris Pratt Parks'n'Rec Pikachu face. But no such luck, she burst out cackling. Blaze suddenly became aware of the camera and the fact that she was being recorded. Her pupils dilated, oh no. If the puplic saw this. "MAH-REEN!!!" The young racoon sprinted away.

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Footage cut to later, Marine sat at dinner table with view of Blaze annoyed, rummaging through her royal handbag. "I spilled lipstick in your Valentino bag."

"YOU SPILLED--UWA!?GHWAH!?AGAW?!!HA-- LISPSTICK IN MY VALENTINO WHITE BAG!?!?!!!??!!" Blaze roared in fury, in pure rage. Right on queue, as a physical manifestation of her emotions flames burst up from Blaze's head, ponytail, and shoulders. Marine burst out laughing again, so hard that she actually fell off her chair, and began to roll on the floor. It took Blaze a second to release, she turned to look at the closest mirror and there it was; her head, burning a green copper flame.

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The shower head was on, the ponytail hairband was discarded off somewhere, Silver had emptied an entire lavender scented shampoo bottle onto Blaze's head, and was in the midst of massaging slash rubbing it into the Princess' hair. Blaze had stuck her head into the shower stream once more scrubbing it again and again.

"I think that's it." He said.

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure. I think you burned most of it off... And we're out of shampoo."

"Which one was it?"

"The ugh--" Squint, "Lavender. Ouff, I need glasses." He moved his pointing finger and a towel journeyed across the bathroom into Blaze's hands coated in green aura. Blaze dried her head best she could and hanged the towel on her shoulders. "At least you smell nice now." He remarked trying to find a 'silver' lining.

She sighed, "You always take her side." She sounded unamused.

"That's why I'm her favourite." He kissed her on the forehead.

#silvaze #marine the raccoon #blaze the cat #silver the hedgehog #It's 3am

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A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 12

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: You're haunted by this awful dream so you seek comfort from Genya and ask something huge from him.

Warnings: Blood And Death

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 17 II PART 18

W- where were you? You looked around but you couldn't see anything else than pitch-black darkness. The air felt heavy with the familiar sickening scent of iron in the air and you soon realized that it was blood. You had an extremely bad feeling about this…

"Hello?" You called as you walked around, "Is anyone there? Does someone need help?"

"…elp…"

You gasped. That was Genya's voice!

"Genya!?"

"…elp…"

"Genya, where are you!? I'm coming!" You shouted as you bolted from your spot. You kept running but nothing changed until your leg got caught on something and you fell face-first into the ground.

"Ah!" You gasped and the smell of blood was stronger than ever before.

"Help…"

"Genya!" You looked behind you and saw that it was him, b- but he was on the ground and there was so much blood pooling around him…!

"G-Genya, what happened!?" You stuttered as you turned and saw that he was bleeding.

"Genya!" You cried out as you took your hands and pressed against the fatal-looking wound on his abdomen. Blood kept flowing through your fingers and you almost felt fear and shock paralyze you.

"I'm…" Your partner choked on blood, "I'm dying…"

"No!" You cried out as you pressed harder on his wound but it almost felt like he just bled more and grew weaker with each passing second. "Genya, no! Please… Don't die on me! I can't lose you also!"

"I… I love…"

"GENYA!"

"GENYA!" You gasped as you snapped awake all of a sudden. You quickly sat up and panted breathlessly. You could feel your heart beat out of control in your chest and tears streamed down your face.

What an awful dream you had… It felt so real! Too real…!

Fear bit into your heart and soul with its freezing cold fangs and you had to make sure it was only a dream. You had to make sure that Genya was okay, that he was alive.

You quickly threw your blanket aside before you carefully got up from your bed and made your way to the living room space where Genya slept.

The room was dark, and it took a moment for your tear-filled eyes to get used to that darkness, but once you did, you approached your partner.

"Genya…?" You whispered as you tiptoed to him. Carefully, you climbed into his makeshift bed and looked at him, but he was so still that your dreams and fears surfaced. Just like did the tears also.

"Genya…?" You tried a little louder and gently shook his shoulder. Slowly, the young man grunted and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

Thank God, he was alive.

"Hng…"

And now he was awake also.

"What the fuck…?" Genya grumbled as he slowly forced his sleep-drugged eyes open and saw you there by his side. He blinked slowly, but then he registered that it was you and he woke up a little more, "What's wrong?"

"Genya, I- I-!" You swallowed a lump in your throat and you hugged him with all you got. The young man was still half asleep, but when he felt you embrace him, he woke up for good.

"W- what happened? Is everything okay? Is it Lady?" He asked in shock and you squeezed him in your arms, "You died! I- in my dream, you died and I was there and I couldn't do anything, and the blood…!"

"A nightmare…?" He thought quietly out loud and you sobbed as you nodded against his shoulder. "It- it was so scary and so real…!"

"I'm here…" Genya murmured softly as he wrapped his arms around your shaking form and hugged you close, "I'm never leaving you like that… I'm here for you…"

"I- I know…!" You sobbed, your body shaking in his arms. You knew that he wouldn't leave you, that Genya wasn't like anyone else… He was the kindest and sweetest person you knew and you loved him so dearly for it.

"Genya?" You whispered carefully and he nodded against your shoulder, "Yes?"

"I know we agreed that we would wait until we are adults…" You swallowed a huge lump in your throat as you pulled back from the hug so you could look him in the eyes, "But I want to sleep with you…!"

"W- wait, what!?" Genya blinked in shock and you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand before you grabbed him by his shoulders and you maneuvered him to your liking.

Soon the young man found himself lying on his side with you behind him, hugging his back against your body a- and soft chest!?

"W- what…?" He was still a little confused and you snuggled your face against the back of his neck as you sighed, "Just… Let me hold you… Make sure you are really here with me…"

Slowly, Genya understood what you had meant by sleeping with him and he relaxed considerably in your embrace. Though, he had to ask, "Wait, am I the little spoon?"

"Do you not like it?" You asked and your warm breath tickled the back of his neck.

"I- it's not like that…" He blushed, "I… I like it… It's very comforting…"

And he wasn't lying. He even smiled a little as he felt you embrace him so lovingly. He had never felt that way before. Maybe once when his mother was still alive… But you weren't his mother, but a loving girlfriend who was at the moment very upset by a horrible nightmare.

"Losing you like that in my dream…" You whispered, "It made me realize just how much I like you…"

"I'm not gone…" Genya whispered as he gently grasped your hand that rested on his chest and squeezed it, "And I won't be."

"I'll protect you…" You promised from the bottom of your heart, "And I won't let anyone hurt you…!"

"I know I'm safe with you." He carefully raised your hand that he grasped, and brought it to his lips so he could gently kiss the back of your hand, "And I'll protect you… From the world and the nightmares…"

"Aww…" You smiled as you closed your eyes and relaxed against your beloved, "Thank you…"

"Now, let's get some sleep…" He smiled, "We can tomorrow get some cake from that place you like."

"You're the best Genya."

#genya shinazugawa #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu academy #reader #reader insert #fem!Reader #blood #death #writing #my writing #story #my story #ENJOY!#modern!AU

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Review #112: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, Elton John

There are a bunch of songs on this album that we probably all know and love. If you don’t, you’ve been living under a rock or something and there’s not a lot of hope for you. They’re great. But have you ever listened to Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding? The double opener of this record. Half instrumental before leading into its vocal second half. It’s intense. Gotta wonder whose funeral this was and what their wishes were in being remembered. They weren’t messing around.

Bennie and the Jets, a damn classic, recorded in the studio but sort of made to sound as if was recorded live by adding in crowd sounds from different live shows – including that of a 1970 Jimi Hendrix show on the Isle of Wight (???). This song slaps. It’s so ridiculous. The delivery of the vocals is absurd, and it’s just really made for drunk people at a bar to shriek it over and over. I’ve lost my voice a couple of times this way.

A hit, but an underrated one (since there are so many to choose from in Elton John’s repertoire), is the album’s title track, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. I’ve always been enamored with this song and how it tells a bleak tale of someone with big dreams being faced with a harsh reality. People are all too willing to take advantage of naïve, eager, people like them. You can have everything you want – at a price. It has such stark imagery in it:

“What do you think you’ll do then?

I bet they shoot down the plane

It’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonics

To set you on your feet again

Maybe you’ll get a replacement

There’s plenty like me to be found

Mongrels, who ain’t got a penny

Sniffin’ for tidbits like you

On the ground”

It’s too short and I’m always disappointed when it’s over because I think, man, I could hear that chorus a few more times. The harmonies and production of it are just really striking and really deliver feeling like, “this life isn’t for me”. It’s not sad exactly. It’s maybe like a disappointment and acceptance. A moving on. A hard lesson learned.

What I love about this record is that it’s the original material for a 2011 album that made its way into my all-time favorites, and I felt got massively overlooked by just about everyone and that’s really just to their detriment. In 2011, Elton John and Pnau released Good Morning to the Night, which was essentially Pnau (one half of Empire of the Sun) remixing Elton’s lesser-known B-sides or album tracks into new material. A lot of them came from the album tracks of Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. It. Was. Out. Standing. Pure joy to listen to. I have met approximately one other human being who gives a fuck about it. Anyway, shit was good. For example, in the title track Good Morning to the Night, they take the organ from Funeral for a Friend, and fuckin’ turn that shit into a heavenly ascent that you do not come down from. It’s no funeral. You’re alive.

My favorite track, however, is Phoenix, which lifts its lyrics exclusively from the 1973 record's Grey Seal. While the music in Phoenix is beautiful, uplifting, inspiring, and has encouraged me to run more miles than I can count – it’s the words. When I first moved to the US I spent the first few months of my time here in a very particular way. I slept a lot. A LOT. I got up every day. Made tea, in the microwave (if you know me, you know this pains me to admit), and then I ran three miles on a treadmill to get my feelings out. Then I cried. Then I watched as much Breaking Bad as one human can reasonably consume without crawling up the walls with anxiety. Rinse. Repeat. Eventually, I got a job. But this was my job for a bit while I worked out some shit in my nugget and got some rest. I had a playlist. I still have it, and I still use it when I run. It’s batshit to be honest, if anyone ever listened in on me at the gym, they’d be like what weird shit makes this girl run? Anyway. Phoenix is on there as an up-tempo feet mover, but really, as I maintain, it’s the message, which is really the verses from Grey Seal, that made me go-go-go:

“Why's it never light on my lawn

Why does it rain

And never say good-day to the new-born

On the big screen they showed us the sun

But not as bright in life as the real one

It's never quite the same as the real one

I never learned why meteors were formed

I only farmed in schools

That were so warn and torn

If anyone can cry then so can I

I read books and draw life from the eye

All my life is drawings from the eye

Your mission bells were wrought by ancient men

The roots were formed by twisted roots

Your roots were twisted then

I was re-born before all life could die

The Phoenix bird will leave this world to fly

If the Phoenix bird can fly then so can I”

This song has always made me dig deep and keep going. Whether on a stupid treadmill or in a really hard time. He asks the grey seal “How does it feel to be so wise? To see through eyes that only see what’s real?”. It makes me think of the story of The White Seal, by Rudyard Kipling. A young blue-eyed seal went against his elder's advice to seek a safe place for them all and found it, gaining a lot of wisdom on the way. Striking out on one’s own to avoid a fate that seems completely inevitable, against all the naysayers, and fucking making it happen. Anyway. One version of the song has a seal (and a phoenix) and one version of the song has a phoenix only, both versions are remarkable. Only one is on the Rolling Stones's Top 500 Albums of All Time, and that is Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.

#album review #music #music review #rolling stone top 500 #elton john #goodbye yellow brick road

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thank you to @dreamwatch for tagging me a in a little WIP Wednesday!🧡

some angsty Eddie pov, from a possible b-side to my Juno fic here.

His mama always sends him a handknitted toboggan for his birthday, or close abouts. It was November by the time it arrived this year, only two months late, wrapped up in brown paper and twine. Wayne called it handsome when Eddie pulled it over his head, the blue wool a little harsh against his dark hair but still charming in its way. He remembers her always being nimble with her fingers, whether it was knitting needles or the fine papers of rollie or the strings of that little old guitar painted silly colors.

It was a pretty thing, that guitar. A Rickenbacker acoustic with pink and blue daisies around the pick guard. It got her into a lot of trouble, that guitar.

There’s this old boozer off Main St. It’s where the plant workers go; Wayne and his buddies. Eddie only set foot inside once, twelve years old and fucking terrified cos’ he’d lost his keys, and the frozen trailer door wasn’t budging like it usually did when he shimmied the handle. Dragging his feet through the snow and biting his lip blue. Expecting the complete stranger he’d only recently been informed was his uncle, and the only living relative fit to care for him, to slap him backwards for losing the keys to the trailer Eddie’d no doubt already tarnished with his mere presence.

He remembers the shock of warmth when he walked out the cold of his first Hawkins’ winter and into the red carpeted bar. The way the glowing neons behind the counter were blocked out by the bartender towering over him, asking if he knew where he was. Eddie wasn’t one for biting his tongue, never has been, but he didn’t answer. Too distracted by the guitarist in the corner, twanging strings waving under his fat fingers. Odd music, not quite like home. Wherever that was. But it got the liquored up oldies at the bar waving their beers, cheerily mumbling along to the too-fast words.

Wayne spotted him soon enough. And cos’ he’s an old sweetheart, he barely bat an eyelid at his night ending early. Walked Eddie home and showed him the spare hidden in a knot in the punk wood under the doormat. Eddie sat up on the kitchen counter, cos’ he was small enough to do that back then, chewing on a fresh grilled cheese as Wayne pottered around the stove, making himself a black coffee to sober up before bed. With a decisive swing of his feet against the cabinets, Eddie decided the curiosity beat out the constant low-lying fear that he was impeding on Wayne’s everything, and asked after the music. It sounded like mama’s songs, he said. Back when she still played.

And Wayne sighed like a tire wheezing out the last of its air, the car crashing into the side of the highway. Made Eddie freeze his short legs, hanging perpendicular off the counter.

'Sorry,' he said.

'It’s alright,' Wayne said, putting down his coffee and helping Eddie jump down. ;Get to bed, and I’ll tell ya.'

He’d never had his own bed before. Always slept in his mama’s bed back in Virginia, and then, when he was with Teddy, it was the loveseat under the apartment window. Never any curtains, so the streetlights would bother him all night, morning sun waking him up early enough so he could dust down the living room, make Teddy a coffee, and then go about pretending he didn't exist. As was best to do when he was staying there.

But Wayne gave up the bedroom when Eddie moved in, telling Eddie to make it his own. He hasn’t got much décor to show for it; a snapshot of his mama above the bedside lamp; some rocks he’d found in the creek back home; the leather jacket Teddy had given him as way of an apology, too big for a child and falling apart at the seams.

Wayne pulled up the rickety chair to sit by the bed, like he’d be telling Eddie a fairy tale. But Wayne’s never been that fanciful, who’s got time for that, so it was a real story. More truth than Eddie had ever heard before.

A very pretty lady came rolling down the mountains to stay with her auntie and get her high school diploma. Hawkins’ High didn’t know how to comprehend her, this skinny girl with straw hair and strange words and a face that got Ted Wheeler nearly giving it all up just to take her to Prom. But Ted didn’t win her hand, cos’ the pretty lady had her eyes set on a life beyond the better-to-do suburbs. She wanted to travel to the real city, see the big wide world and where she fit into it. Poor as pieces she was, made ends meet with a job cleaning at the luxury motel off the highway, and on occasion singing a tune around town. Wayne always wondered after her, how safe she was playing her silly guitar in those smoky bars. He was ought to be graduating the same year as her, couldn’t deny he’d blush when she smiled so earnest in the hallways, like she’d never learnt the high-mindedness that Karen Childress got her kicks from. But where Wayne kept his distance, his big brother crept forwards.

Edward Munson has four years over Wayne, four years more than Eliza too.

When he’s older, Eddie will hear the odd story about Teddy around town. How he was a charmer, a crook, a cheat, but more often than not, how he was the handsomest man his dear mama ever saw. He found her playing guitar in that old boozer, watched her intently as he sipped on a whiskey he didn’t pay for, tipped her mighty with cash he won fair and square in a pool game against Lonnie Byers, or so he claimed. Teddy told that girl she had a voice made for the West, how her yellow hair would light up like golden sand under the sun.

Three months later and she was expecting, one month more and they were married, and she’d dropped out of high school. Another month after, and Teddy ran off solo to the coast, leaving Eliza on the Munson’s family’s doorstep, begging her mother-in-law to lend a helping hand. Wayne put in a good word for he, he swore he did. Told his mom that Eliza was a good girl who been screwed over by the slimiest Munson there was. But his mom had a soft spot for her eldest, and the besotted kindness didn’t extend to the witch who’d stolen him away.

So, Eliza went hitchhiking back to Virginia, her aunt having lost her wits and screeching that there was no hope for her left in Hawkins, and Edward Munson Jr. was born by a woodstove on the brick floor of his nana’s house in the mountains.

#wip wednesday #stranger things #eddie munson #wip #wayne munson #i never know who to tag in these things!#but thank you!#trying to do appalachian eddie and hoping it's not too cringy

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starcrossedjedis · 7 months

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HI! Please tell me everything about Sun/Mira, including her fave food, does she ever get sea sick, if she has a hobby and does she see any of the crew as family and if so in what roles? (like adopted brother, son, daughter, sister, etc).

I had every intention to do this for both Mira and Sun, but the brainrot is real and Mira's part got sliiiightly out of hand and I had to stop myself at right around the time that her father dies (22 years prior to the show) which means there's probably a lot more to say, but this got LONG... 😅

so here is a whole lot on our favourite Mary Sue and her flaunting herself at Shanks and Buggy 😈💜

Gol D. Mira - "Beyond the Horizon"

A baby girl

actual pirate princess and the apple of the whole crew's eye

Her favourite food is kimchi ramen and things that you miss first on long sea journeys like fresh fruit (her favourite is mango). She also has a sweet tooth and loves chocolate and cakes. Same ballpark - light weight as she is, she can drink with the best of them, very probably because of her Devil Fruit that comes with a side of extra endurance

Mira doesn’t get sea sick, she's been born to be at sea - which makes it extra sad when she learns that she can't go in the water anymore because she ate a devil fruit

since she grows up on her father's ship, the crew is pretty much made up of all uncles - except for two special boys

Her mother was expecting when Roger found infants Shanks and Buggy at God Valley (a few years earlier than they did in canon, simply because I want them to be older for obvious Nora Roberts Tribute Act reasons). He thought it would be great to have other children around once his "little mate" arrived.

He also didn't think this constellation would grow to come with complications when it turned out his little mate was a girl, but oh well ^^

For the most part of their childhoods Mira, Shanks and Buggy grew up like siblings probably would in a living situation like that.

But there were plenty of things that always served as reminders that they were not, in fact, siblings / the same. While they would share a lot of the chores on the ship, there were certain things (🤢 like scrubbing the toilets 🤢) that were simply not asked of the captain's daughter (she would still be a trooper and at the very least keep her boys company though) and she also had her own cabin on the ship whereas Buggy and Shanks slept with the crew. Naturally everyone was extremely protective of the captain's daughter in a way that the boys didn’t know and that suffocated her to a point that had her look to break away and ultimately lead to her kidnapping.

Things between the three start to change when Mira comes back after her long abduction. When she was taken all of them had been slap in the middle of their awkward teenage years - Mira was all comically long, skinny legs and a changing body she tried to hide in baggy clothes, the boys' voices sounded absolutely hilarious, Shanks was all extremities and knobby knees and it seemed that no matter what, Buggy wouldn't stop sweating. But now they're all grown up. Mira is devastatingly beautiful - curtesy of good genes, but also of that Mythical Zoan she had forced on her in captivity - Shanks is all tall and dreamy and poor Buggy doesn’t sweat as much anymore, but is pretty damn aware that he has mostly grown into the third wheel in this new explosive mix.

They are also not as tight knit anymore after Mira's return. The boys had to spent a long time without her and it turned out that she used to be the glue of their little group, which results in the boys' relationship being a lot more strained when she comes back. And no one really knows what happened to Mira when she was gone - not even herself, except for some flashes and nightmares - so a lot of effort is made to find out more about her Devil Fruit and its powers and to help her deal with whatever changes this brings. And she doesn’t want her boys to know about what she is now or what she can / might be able to do with it, so this puts a distance between them that wasn't there before.

and then "tragedy strikes" for the whole sibling dynamic - Mira and Shanks fall in love. And adventurous, happy go lucky Shanks for once is too terrified to do anything about it. Being in love with your Captain's pride and joy is scary enough as it is, but what would this do to their little found family of three? What if it doesn’t work out? What if it does? Mira on the other hand feels increasingly alienated from herself ever since her change and her feelings for Shanks are a lifeline in this, because they tie her to the Mira she was before and so when she realises that he has no intention to shoot his shot, her pride and stubborness get the better of her and she begins to come up with increasingly more infuriating ways to try and make him break first.

Eventually ofc they do end up together and are very much, very sweet and very... appealingly 😏 in love.

After some initial "how do we break this to Buggy?" drama the dust settles and to their dismay and mild annoyance, Buggy developes a devilish joy in trying to get the two of them caught.

He might or might not have "accidentally" started a fire during night watch in the hope that people would catch Shanks sneaking out of Mira's cabin when the alarm went off xD

#gol d mira #shanks #red haired shanks #buggy #buggy the clown #my ocs #ask #asirensrage #THANK YOU HUN!!!❤️

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downwiththeficness · 8 months

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Shadow and Veil-Chapter Twenty Two

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction. Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed. You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen eyes. This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence, and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.

Word Count: ~5,700

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Eva woke slowly. The sun was up and shining through the terrace doors. She was warm beneath the covers and dazed from a night of deep sleep. It took a long time for her memory to come back to her and, when it did, the world shifted sharply into focus.

The side of the bed he slept on was empty, but there was still an impression of his body in the sheets and on the pillow. Eva inched closer and dropped her face into it, inhaling. It smelled like him. Her smile was hidden by the downy fluff.

She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Not even the weight of the chain could get her down as she made her way to the bathroom. After relieving herself and brushing her teeth, Eva went back to the bed and sat on the edge.

There was movement coming from the floor below. She grinned as she realized that Horacio was still there and that he hadn’t stolen away in the night. Eva could spend a little more time with him before she had to face the stark reality that her situation hadn’t changed.

Head cocked to the side, she reconsidered.

Her life had changed. Slowly. Very slowly. And then all at once. From the second she met him, everything about Eva’s world was tilting on its axis. Her relationship with Horacio was so new and yet so deeply tied to the core of who she was now that it felt as if it was always there. Eva didn’t believe in destiny, scoffed at the idea of fate. But, all along, there was this small voice that grew steadily louder the longer she knew him. That not so small voice was telling her that Horacio was meant for her.

Eva recognized the cadence of his steps as he ascended the stairs. Hands in her lap, she watched the doorway for his arrival. Horacio rounded the corner carrying two mugs. He was still wearing only his boxers and the sight of his body was fiercely competing with the wide grin he was sending her way.

“Hi,” she said as he crossed over to her.

“Hi,” he replied. Sitting, he handed her a cup, “How did you sleep?”

Eva held the warm mug to her chest, inhaling the smell of fresh coffee, “Really good. You?”

Horacio’s grin held, “Really good.”

“Thank you for the coffee,” she said, meaning it. “I haven’t had caffeine since last week and I think the withdrawals were worse than not having food.”

His smile faltered. He covered it by drinking from his mug, but Eva caught it. Not wanting to start what might turn out to be another argument about who was to blame, she said nothing further. The coffee was hot and she felt a small sense of comfort in the routine of sipping at it in the early morning.

“Does he do this a lot? Lock you up?”

So, they were going to talk about it, then.

Eva shook her head, “Not for a long time.”

“You ever try to get out?”

She huffed, “Yep.” Then, “Its a strong chain.”

Horacio hummed ambiguously. He stood and sauntered into the bathroom. She watched him open one of the counter drawers and root around in it before picking something up into his hand. Closing the drawer, Horacio returned to her and sat down.

“Give me your foot,” he said with a pat to his thigh.

Confused, but intrigued, Eva followed the directive. Horacio studied the cuff and chain carefully for a second or two before he gave a single nod.

“I’m going to show you how to get out of this.”

Eva’s brows rose in surprise.

He held up a bobby pin, “This is all you’ll need, or a tool similar to it.”

“I’m listening,” she replied, sipping at her coffee.

“Good,” he shot back, “Now, this is held closed by a lever that hooks into the ridges of the cuff. If you lift the lever, you can pull the cuff open.” He demonstrated, “See? Easy.”

She stared at the open cuff with her mouth open, “Do that again.”

Horacio smiled and pushed the cuff closed. He unlocked it. Locked it. And unlocked it again.

“That might be the best thing I’ve ever seen,” Eva said airily.

Horacio shrugged modestly, “I run the risk of being kidnapped in my line of work. Getting out of cuffs is a skill that pays off.”

Eva was pretty fucking impressed, “I bet.”

Thumb pushing the cuff closed again, Horacio handed her the bobby pin, “Your turn.”

Cautiously, Eva took it from him and pulled her foot closer. Horacio took her cup from her hand and sat it on the floor below. He was silent as he waited for her to begin, his gaze offering nothing more than focused observation.

She attempted to imitate Horacio’s movements, pushing the pin inside the mechanism and trying to capture the hook he talked about. Three minutes later, all she’d succeeded in doing was tightening the cuffs further.

Sighing in frustration, Eva grumbled, “I can’t do it.”

Horacio made a quiet sound of comfort, “It takes practice.” When she rolled her eyes, he added, “You’re not very patient, are you?”

Eva leveled a narrowed look at him, “What do you think?”

He started to say something, but didn’t. Instead, Horacio took her by the chin and pulled her forward for a kiss. Even as frustrated as Eva was, she found herself melting into it. Her shoulders relaxed and the tension in her body loosened.

Breaking the kiss far too soon, Horacio tapped her on the foot, “Try again.”

Eva worked on it for far longer than she would have liked. She could feel the hook and the way the mechanism locked into placed, but couldn’t coordinate lifting, pushing, and pulling in a way that opened the cuff. Shifting back on the bed, Eva turned her leg to ease the ache that was slowly building in her knee. She leaned towards the terrace doors, trying to get the best light. Her hands worked slowly, feeling around.

She got it.

Eva could feel the way the pin caught the hook. The bar of the cuff shifted forward and, for one frustrating second, Eva thought she’d slipped it tighter. But, a subtle lifting of the hook let the bar pull free and the cuff unlock.

Excitedly, Eva held up the chain, “I did it!”

Horacio nodded proudly, “Yes, you did. Now, do it again.”

Eva practiced until her fingertips began to lose their feeling. Push, lift, ease forward, pull free. Lock. Repeat. She must have locked and unlocked the cuff at least twenty times. Horacio even made her work at it with her eyes closed in case she was blindfolded.

When he was satisfied that she had the feeling of it memorized, Horacio kissed her lightly before throwing the cuff and its attached chain off the side of the bed, “Well done.”

Eva preened in the middle of the bed. She enjoyed sitting in the light of his approval. It made her heart flutter and her cheeks warm. Already, she was thinking of ways to encourage him to keep looking at her like that.

“Are you hungry?”

Eva reflexively glanced back at the bedside table. The tray from last night was gone. Horacio probably took it downstairs to wash.

“I could eat.”

He nodded and reached for her hand. After grabbing their coffee, Horacio tugged her along behind him out into the hall and down the stairs to the kitchen. The tray was sitting on the counter next to half a pot of coffee.

“You like pancakes?” Horacio asked as he skirted the island and made his way towards the pantry.

“Who doesn’t?”

He returned with a box of pancake mix. Eva watched him move around her kitchen with a confidence that hinted at a previous scouring of the cabinetry. He had a pan heated on the stove and the mix poured into a large bowl in less than a minute. She hid her quiet appreciation for the economy of his movements by pouring them both another serving of coffee.

Horacio took the mug from her and kiss the side of her mouth before returning to the stove, “I am hoping we have syrup.”

“We do,” Eva replied lightly.

She opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle, setting it on the counter next to him. Then, she picked out two plates from the cabinet and laid them next to the syrup. While she waited for the pancakes to be ready, she grabbed an empty trash bag from the roll and flicked it open.

Into the garbage bag went the grounds from the coffee and the uneaten food. The honey was put back into its place in the fridge and the dishes were piled onto the tray so that she could carry them to the sink.

As she got to washing the dishes, Eva noticed Horacio flip a pancake into the air, “Where did you learn to do that?”

He glanced at her, “Didn’t I tell you? I’m a five star chef.”

She laughed, “Sure you are.”

Eyes twinkling, Horacio’s shoulders lifted in a self conscious shrug, “I worked in una cafetería when I was a young. I cooked about a million arepas in there.”

Eva shifted her weight and snagged the kitchen towel hanging off the handle of the oven, “Is that the same a pancake?”

“Sort of,” he replied, “Not as sweet.”

With the dishes washed and dried, Eva moved around Horacio to put them away. She wiped down the tray and put it back under the island. Then, she rinsed and dried the coffee pot before setting it into the coffee maker.

Horacio offered her a plate, which she took. After swirling syrup over the pancake, she grabbed a fork and sidled up to the island. Hands on the top of it, Eva hopped up onto the counter so that she could watch Horacio fry up another serving.

“Did you like being a cook?”

Eyes on the pan, Horacio answered, “I did. I learned a lot in that kitchen.”

She cut into the pancake, forking the bite into her mouth. It was good. Far better than she ever made and he was using the exact same ingredients, “You ever think about getting back into it?”

The pancake flipped, “Sometimes. Especially when I’m doing surveillance.”

“Why is that?”

He smirked at her from over his shoulder, “Its boring. You sit in a car for hours hoping the suspect will do something you can arrest them for.”

“Ah,” she breathed, “that makes sense.”

“That,” he added, “and the paperwork. I’ve killed an entire forest with filling out forms three times with the exact same information.”

“Preaching to the choir, there, Padre Mendoza,” Eva drawled in sympathy.

Horacio laughed as he plated the pancake, “You want another?”

“No, thank you,” she said, “This is very good.”

He nodded in acknowledgment, “What would you do? If you didn’t work for your husband?”

Eva could honestly say that she never thought about it. Her marriage, her situation always felt like it was permanent. Inescapable.

“I don’t know,” she said, eventually, “Maybe do some legal accounting?”

Hips resting against the counter next to the oven, Horacio cut into his pancake, “You like accounting that much?”

She shrugged, “I’m good with numbers. And, I sort of already know the rules.”

“You don’t find it boring?”

Another shrug, “About as boring as your stake outs.”

“They usually lead to something more exciting.”

Eva set her empty plate aside, “Point. I guess you could say figuring out how to maximize your tax benefits could be exciting. For the right kind of person, I mean.”

He shook his head, “You’re smarter than me. I can barely look at our quarterly budget for thirty seconds before my eyes begin to cross.”

She smiled, “Yeah. I get that. A lot of people don’t know how to read a budget. If you look at it closely, you can see every little thing the business does and can track its movements throughout the quarter. People put all kinds of things into their finances that they don’t realize are clues to the company’s goals. And, its failures. I could tell you if their manager is an alcoholic, if they’re cheating on their wife, if the employees are stealing or embezzling. All the receipts, the purchase requests, anything that gets logged into the finances becomes a clue to all kinds of little sins.”

Horacio was staring at her with an unusual expression. He’d set aside his empty plate during her little speech and was just...looking at her. Eva stilled as she tried to figure out what he was thinking.

“You should be an accountant,” he asserted in a soft tone.

Surprised by the statement, Eva’s brows lifted, “Yeah?”

He hummed in confirmation, “Anyone who talks that passionately about receipts and bank statements should be an accountant.”

“Well,” she huffed, “thank you for the vote of confidence.”

Horacio stepped forward until he was standing in the space between her knees. Eva bit down on her lip as she held his stare, mesmerized by the way the light caught in his eyes. He cupped her jaw, kissing her softly.

Eva closed her eyes against the tenderness in that kiss. She could feel that there was something underneath it, something that she couldn’t name. It made her chest ache with fondness for him.

Inhaling, she braced her hands on his chest and ran her tongue over his bottom lip. He opened for her with an airless groan. Her hands ran up his chest to his shoulders in a slow caress. She could feel every flex of muscle, every subtle shiver. He was warm and solid and she never wanted to stop touching him.

He pulled back an inch, “Upstairs.”

Eva whined and tried to draw him back to her.

Horacio’s hands tightened on her jaw, “I can’t do what I want to do with you here.”

With an intrigued smile, she asked, “What do you want to do?”

“You’ll find out upstairs.”

She pouted, but slid off the counter. Her body pressed against his the whole way down. His eyes narrowed in accusation, but he didn’t say anything. Eva smiled her best smile before turning a coy shoulder and heading for the stairs. Horacio followed her closely all the way.

The second she crossed the threshold into her room, he had her by the hips. She was spun around and thoroughly kissed while he walked her backwards toward the bed. Eva plopped down on the mattress with a breathy giggle.

Here, Horacio paused and stared down at her upturned face. He reached out and grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Eva couldn’t quite parse his expression. He seemed to be trying to memorize the shape of her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. The odd expression was gone all too quickly, his focus shifting to getting her night dress off.

Rocking from side to side, she helped him gather the hem from beneath her hips. Arms up, she grinned as he tugged it free and tossed it to the side. That grin faded as he stopped her from slipping her fingers between the waistband of his boxers and his skin. Eva glanced up at him in question.

Slowly, Horacio dropped to his knees in front of her. He kissed each of her hands before setting them on either side of her hips where he held them firm.

“What?”

One side of his mouth lifted, “I didn’t get to do this last time.” He sidled closer and eased her thighs open to accommodate his body, “and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

It took an embarrassingly long time for Eva to figure out what he meant, “Oh!”

There must have been something in her face that gave her away because Horacio’s eyes narrowed, “Do you want…?”

“No! I mean yes,” she squeaked, “Yes, I want it.”

He looked dubious, “You don’t have to tell me what I want to hear, Eva.”

Eva leaned forward and cupped his face, “I’m not. I swear I’m not. I just…” God, was she actually going to say it out loud? “I haven’t, um…”

She trailed off, hoping that he would understand. His brows drew together in thought before his expression relaxed into first disbelief, then veiled contempt.

“Your husband is an idiot,” Horacio said.

“Only sometimes,” Eva allowed.

Adjusting his stance, he kissed her briefly, “Lay back.”

Holding his gaze, Eva eased onto her elbows. Then, because she wasn’t sure she could watch, lay flat. She felt him pull her hips closer to the edge of the bed, felt him lift her legs so that they rested over the curve of his shoulders. All the while, she wrestled with feeling both excited and nervous and vulnerable and any number of other things.

Her breathing was loud in her ears, louder even than the frantic pulse of her heartbeat. Eva swallowed down her nervousness. He wouldn’t hurt her. She knew when a man wanted to hurt her. Horacio was not that man. Eva reminded herself that she wanted this, had fantasized about it over and over.

His breath fanned along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She felt his hands caress the round of her hips, thumbs pushing into the hollow to tilt them upwards. A soft, slow kiss wandered lazily towards her center.

He took his time, moving from side to side. The kisses were interspersed with the swirl of his tongue and the occasional nip that kept Eva all too aware of just where he was kissing her. He paused an inch from where she needed him to be, just breathing. Eva squirmed and lifted her hips to encourage him to get on with it.

Horacio needed no further prompting.

The wide flat of his tongue laid against her and the feeling of it tore a gasp from her lungs. On the exhale, the muscles of her stomach fluttered and her hips relaxed open. Horacio made a sound of approval, his mouth too busy to form words.

It felt good, but strange to have him holding her like this. The heat of his mouth and tongue scalded her, inflamed her. And when he moved an inch upward to carefully suck on her clit, it nearly sent her careening off the bed.

His arms snaked around her waist, keeping her from arching away. Eva held onto the bedspread with clenched fists. Her eyes squeezed shut against the rise of pleasure that echoed outward in waves that built upon one another until it flowed from her mouth in a high pitched moan.

The pads of two fingers rested at her opening with a steady pressure that was absolutely not enough. Eva rocked forward onto them, her lips pulling back from her teeth when Horacio let them slide forward and sink deep.

From there Eva existence narrowed down to a cacophony of pleasure. Her body kept trying to pull away, trying to stem the flow so that her mind could wrap around what she was feeling. Horacio moved with her, refused to relent. He pushed her harder and higher until she was coming with a breathless cry.

Only then was he merciful.

Horacio’s head lifted. Eva chanced a look at him and almost wished she hadn’t. Hooded eyes stared down at her, taking in every detail of his handiwork. His mouth was open and wet and shining. He looked like he wanted to make her come again. There was a hunger on his face that told her he would gladly spend all day doing exactly that.

She needed a break. She needed five seconds to collect her thoughts before he shattered them into little pieces again.

Sitting up, Eva reached for him. He resisted her attempts to pull him onto the bed right up until she kissed him. The moment their mouths met, Horacio was moving. He pressed against her with a groan, urged her higher on the bed. It was difficult for Eva to move. Partially because her body was still processing the quick rise and fall of an orgasm and partially because Horacio seemed intent on pressing every inch of them together.

She remembered thinking about what it might feel like for him to rest his weight on her. She remembered thinking that she might enjoy it. Experiencing it first hand was so much better than imagining. Eva was barely concerned about following the urging of his hands. All she wanted was to wrap her legs around his waist let his body smother her into the mattress.

Releasing her mouth, Horacio dug his hands beneath her waist and shoved her in the direction of the pillows. Eva found herself smiling as he crawled towards her and settled between her thighs.

Another quick kiss, then, “I want to do it again.”

If he made her come a second time, Eva might end out as nothing but a puddled mass of sated woman. And, while that thought was appealing, she had a want of her own.

The evidence of his arousal was tenting the material of his boxers. Eva only got a small glimpse of it in the car and it was too dark to really see. Now, in the light of the mid-morning, Eva had an opportunity to learn Horacio’s body completely and she wasn’t going to miss that chance.

He was already making his way down, tongue flicking over one nipple while his thumb circled the other. Eva knew she had to act fast or she wouldn’t have the strength to resist.

Hands reaching, Eva lifted up and kiss him. He moaned into her mouth. It was a helpless sound that she definitely wanted to hear again. He pushed his weight into his palms so that he could lever himself forward to deepen the kiss.

Eva ran her hands over his arms, his chest, his ridiculously wide shoulders. The body beneath her fingers flexed and shuddered with her touch, as if he couldn’t quite decide what he wanted to do. She felt him roll his hips into her, felt his length twitch against her thigh.

Gently, she rolled him to his side and then to his back. The kiss broke for a moment as she climbed over him. Horacio grunted in dissatisfaction and he sat up to press his mouth to hers once again. His arms wrapped around her and tightened, holding her to him.

Beneath her, his hips moved. Slow, measured thrusts that dragged the heavy weight of his cock against her folds. He kissed down her neck, teeth catching on her clavicle. Groaned when her hands pulled gently on his hair. The pressure of his embrace stunted both of their movements, leaving no room to assuage the growing arousal between them.

“Lay back,” Eva urged between kisses.

His mouth pursed in a pout, but Horacio obeyed. Eva rested her hands on his chest and took him in. God, but he was beautiful. She traced a path up his chest to his neck, veering off to the side to brush against his gland. It was a soft touch, but the way his eyes fluttered and the breathless moan that rumbled up from his throat made her want to lean down and scrape her teeth against it.

From somewhere far away, her mind registered that Eva wanted to see if she could push him past his limits, past his formidable control. This was not the time for that, but she vowed that she find the moment very, very soon.

Shifting her weight, Eva rose up off him and tugged down his boxers. After throwing them in the same direction as her night dress, she sat down on his thighs and ran her hands down the crease of his hips. Horacio’s body bowed eagerly into her palms. Eva glanced up to catch him pulling his bottom lip through his teeth.

He had been very patient with her and Eva decided that she wasn’t going to keep him waiting. She’d done this a few times with Josh in the early days of their marriage, but she knew her experience was limited. If she paid attention to his reactions, Eva thought she might be able to learn what he liked.

Grasping the base of his cock with one hand, Eva leaned down only to have her movement stopped by a firm hand on her shoulder.

“You don’t have to do that.”

Confused, Eva replied, “But you just…”

“I know,” he replied, “but you don’t have to.”

She didn’t understand. Said as much.

Horacio swallowed hard, “I meant it when I said that we don’t put omegas on their knees where I come from.”

Eva’s mouth opened, closed, opened again, “I don’t get it. You don’t want me to…”

He made a rough sound, “Fuck yes I do. But, I won’t disrespect you like that.”

“Its disrespectful for me to give you a blow job?”

A nod.

“Why?”

Horacio took a breath, “That’s...usually something sex workers do.”

She thought about it, then, “But, you want it?”

Another nod. Eva could feel that he wanted it in the way his cock twitched in her hand. Absently, she gave it a slow stroke. His chest rose and fell unsteadily and the arm he used to prop up his body threatened to give out from underneath him.

“What if I said I wanted it?”

His brows came together in such an adorably confused frown that Eva had to kiss him. She pushed him down with one hand while the other continued to slowly work him over. His breaths were faster and she could feel the pounding of his heart beneath her hand. His attention was torn between kissing her soundly and thrusting into her firm grip.

Eva rested her forehead against his and whispered, “I want it, Horacio.”

Body shuddering, his only response was a choked moan. Horacio’s eyes were unfocused. There was sweat at his temples. The pace of her touch increased and she cupped his jaw in an attempt to get him to look at her. He turned his face to catch her thumb in his mouth. She could feel his tongue rasping over her skin.

“Can I have it?” she asked in a louder voice. “Will you let me suck your cock?”

Horacio’s eyes closed and his head tilted back. All the tendons in his neck strained as he arched towards her. Eva slipped her thumb from his mouth and murmured his name to get his attention. She wanted an answer.

Breathing hard, Horacio nodded with a throaty ‘yes’. Eva grinned and dropped a quick kiss to his lips before shimmying down his body. She got comfortable and, with one look up at him to make sure he was watching, she mirrored his opening move by sliding the flat of her tongue up his length from base to tip.

His head dropped back onto the pillow, both hands gripping it on either side. Eva preened, running her thumb over the bulbous head and smearing pre come to ease the up and down motion of her hand.

Taking him into her mouth was difficult. His girth kept her limited to just a few inches before her jaw began to protest. Horacio didn’t seem to mind. His legs trembled with the effort it took to stay still. The sweetest sounds were coming from his mouth along with a few oaths interspersed with her name.

Eva smoothed a hand down his stomach and over one hip. She eased his thighs a little further apart and gently cupped his sack. It was beginning to draw up against his body and she could feel him hardening further against her tongue. Eva forced her jaw to relax and took him a little deeper into her mouth. Head bobbing, she found a rhythm that elicited a loud, unchecked moan. It was followed by a soft plea for more and a warning that he was close.

In her periphery, his hand reached for her. It veered off at the last second, landing by his hip and clenching the sheet. A fraction of a second later, he was coming hard. Eva let up a bit so that she could swallow some and let the rest drip down over her fingers.

When the tremors faded, Eva sat back to admire him. Horacio’s face was slack and his limbs were laying limp on the bed. He still hadn’t caught his breath, chest rising and falling quickly. For the second time, Eva felt the kind of power she could have over him.

Unlike the night of the party, this kind of power didn’t feel wrong. It felt right that she could pull away all his considerable strength to reveal the softer side that he kept hidden. She liked the look of him all boneless with a pool of come on his belly.

As his breathing slowed, Horacio blinked lazily at her, “Good?”

She huffed an airy laugh, “I should ask you that.”

His lips spread into a smile, “I’m very good.”

Eva’s gaze dropped to her hands and she realized that they were quickly growing sticky. Rolling off the bed, she went to the bathroom and washed them. Then, she grabbed a hand towel and wet it with hot water before returning to the bed.

Horacio took the towel from her gratefully and wiped himself clean. Then, he set it on the bedside table and turned to her. They stared at each other for a few seconds before sharing giddy laughter.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling her into his arms.

Eva laid with him in silence, feeling his breath and the steady thrum of his heart. He tugged the sheet up and over their cooling bodies, settling further into the sheets. Warm and drowsy, Eva moved in and out of sleep. When she opened her eyes again, the sun was high above the house.

“Shit,” she cried, “what time is it?” The clock on the nightstand read twelve thirty. “You have to go. Right now.”

Horacio rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “He won’t be back until later this evening.”

“I know,” Eva replied, “and I have to get this house back to where it was before he left. I have to check the kitchen and wash the sheets and the comforter and the pillows. I have to scrub the room clean so that he won’t know you were here.”

He nodded along as she panicked. And then, when she ran out of breath, he caught her hip and pushed her over. Eva squawked indignantly and tried to get back up again only to be kissed into submission.

His hands ran along her sides, massaging tense muscle. Eva every attempt to talk to him, to reason with him, was met with a kiss or caress. She wanted to be frustrated with him, but all she ended up doing was pressing her body against his.

“I know I have to go,” he said against her mouth. His fingers trailed down the center line of her body until they rested just above her pubic bone. “But, I want another taste of this.”

Eva sucked in a breath, feeling him circle her clit lightly. The pressure wasn’t quite enough to coax her into arousal. It left her teetering on the edge and all to aware of how much she definitely wanted what he was offering.

“That okay?”

“Uh huh.”

Horacio flashed her a smile and, in a move that was far too graceful for a man of his size, settled between her thighs. He used the thumbs of either hand to spread her open so that he could look at her. Eva wilted a bit under that stare, not sure what he was seeing.

When her knees flinched in an attempt to hide from him, Horacio cut her a narrow look, “Don’t.”

Her shoulders pulled up protectively, “Sorry. I just…” she swallowed, “I’m not used to anyone looking.”

Horacio laid a distracted kiss to her hip bone, “He’s such an idiot.”

Nuzzling her skin, he breathed in deep. The exhale was a satisfied groan that preceded a bite that had Eva hissing. Horacio moved with her body, easing two fingers inside. He rubbed slow circles along her inner walls, tongue licking alongside to draw her slick into his mouth.

There was less nervousness this time, less worry about her own reactions. As a result, Eva found herself moaning loudly and rolling her hips into his mouth to get more. He encouraged her wordlessly, hands pushing her legs wider to accommodate his shoulders. She could see him shifting on the sheets, could see his hips thrusting against the mattress.

Her body was propelled towards blinding pleasure so quickly that Eva didn’t have time to question it. She didn’t think about the way her hand carded into his hair, guiding him to what felt best. She didn’t think about the desperate sounds that were coming out of her mouth. All Eva could think about was how close she was.

The orgasm was sharp and jagged. It moved through her like glass, stealing her breath. Eva’s knees pulled up and her back bowed, her whole body curling inwards on itself.

Afterwards, Eva had to slowly flex her arms and legs to work out the strain. She rolled her eyes at the grin on Horacio’s face, too tired to swat at him in annoyance. His grin widened, tongue running along his lips to lick away the wetness.

When she was relatively sure she could move, Eva reached for him, “Let me…”

He took her meaning and shook his head bashfully, “Its okay. I’m good.” A pause, “But, you are going to need to wash the sheets.”

Stunned, Eva could only nod. Eventually, they reluctantly dressed. At the terrace doors, Horacio kissed her delicately, as if he hadn’t spent the last few hours learning exactly how to make her come.

When he was gone, Eva meticulously cleaned the bed linens and the kitchen. She got rid of as much evidence of his visit as she could and prayed that the dryer would be done before Josh got home. She was too nervous to let it run the full cycle and ended out dragging the damp bedspread to the bedroom and throwing it on the bed.

Then, with nothing left to do but wait, Eva sat in the middle of the mattress and dragged the chain towards her. When the garage door opened, she locked the cuff around her ankle.

#Shadow and Veil #Narcos #Horacio carrillo #carrillo #au #maurice compte #A/B/O dynamics

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