#god these hot dudes shoulda just fucked

[spookitapes]

jschlatt nsfw visuals part l

summary | porn i associate with jschlatt bc i’m a whore for him

pairing | jschlatt x fem!reader (kinda ft. chuckle sandwich & friends)

warnings/cw | porn, smut, choking, slapping, spanking, daddy kink, getting caught by your friends, rough sex, edging, public sex, fucking in someone else’s bed, degradation, praise, humiliation, orgasm ban, anal, overstimulation, drunk/high sex (with consent), car sex

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

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not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!

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quickies

❧ “such a slut for me, aren’tcha sweetheart? yeah, you’re so goddamn easy for me.”

❧ fucks you like he HATES you during quickies…especially if you were being a brat or teasing him beforehand

❧ he’s going all out for the short amount of time given..give him 5 minutes or 5 hours he’s gonna have your legs shaking by the end of it.

❧ that man is gonna choke you, slap you, spit in your mouth, and still have time to fuck your throat with his dick that’s covered in your cum.

in an unlocked room of a nye party

❧ you did not see yourself ending up here…on some dude’s bed at a nye streamer party your boyfriend invited you to

❧ but schlatt doesn’t tolerate disrespect well. so when the host’s roommate started flirting with you as soon as he disappeared to get you two drinks…you knew he ur pussy was done

❧ he watched in amusement as you tried to let him down easy at first, but when he started calling you a bitch and grabbing at you it took schlatt all of three seconds to be between you two

❧ his fist clenched the man’s collar as you tried to calm him down

❧ “baby it’s okay- i’m okay!”

❧ “he’s not worth it, jonny!”

❧ “b-baby please just let it go!”

❧ he dropped eye contact with the man when he felt your nails digging into his shoulder

❧ he knew he had to push him away when he saw the worried look on your face— tears threatening your waterline

❧ but big guy’s gotta get his frustrations out somehow, and he knows the perfect way to get revenge and make you feel better

❧ so with a sigh, he releases the douchebag’s shirt with a shove and grabs your hand to lead you upstairs

❧ “yeah i bet you like gettin fucked on this prick’s bed knowing he could walk in at anytime, huh? like knowing the closest that bastard’s ever gonna get to this pussy is the fucking stain on his sheets.”

❧ you’re praying to the almighty man himself that jonny doesn’t notice the way your stomach twists up with the flames of an orgasm building..

❧ but god’s not listening and he’s laughing along with your boyfriend..who’s grinning down at you as he leans in to your ear

❧ “oh i felt that, sweetheart. felt this slutty pussy tighten up on me when i said that. knew you were nasty— but fuuuuuccck.”

❧ he’s g r o w l i n g his words out at this points

❧ teeth pulling on your earlobe followed by his hot breath fanning against it

❧ “m’gonna make you squirt all over this fucking comforter, doll. leave him a gift to push his face into as he jerks his sorry excuse of a dick off.”

❧ safe to say you two left a wet spot the size of russia and a lasting impression on twitter.

(bonus)

❧ “and to think you kept whining about some dumb kiss…shoulda known i always go above and beyond for my girl.”

giving you a punishment one two three

❧ “count or im startin over, understand?”

❧ don’t even think out nodding your head..

❧ cause he’ll put his fingers in your hair and yank your head back to meet his eyes as his other hand lands the first smack on your ass

❧ “use your goddamn words..you know better than that, angel.”

❧ “y-yes sir!! i understand! i’m sorry won’t happen again..i’ll listen— promise !!” comes tumbling out in a high pitched whine

❧ “ya better or you’re not cumming at all. gonna bruise this ass and leave ya all messy and unsatisfied like a whore. you want that, y/n ?”

❧ as hot as that sounds you definitely don’t want that..too horny and too pent up to be able to breathe without cumming

❧ so you fall into submission easily, counting out each spank he gives you

❧ thanking him profusely after he’s satisfied enough to slide his big fingers into your cunt

❧ “don’t thank me yet, i still haven’t decided to let you cum.”

❧ he can sense the frown spreading across your face at the whine you let out, so he picks up the pace of finger fucking you

❧ his unoccupied hand returning to giving you more harsh slaps across the ass

❧ “drop the attitude, toots or m’not gonna let you cum. just gotta keep being a good girl for me, can ya do that? can ya reach back here and give daddy a kiss?”

❧ so you gather all your strength as you strain your upper half to face him, tears falling down your cheeks as you reach for his lips

❧ it’s anything but what you’re expecting— slow and passionate. full of the love and softness as he batters your pussy and let’s you moan into his mouth

❧ “such a fucking good girl for me, knew you were in there somewhere. my pretty doll just needed to be reminded of her place, huh? fuck your self back on— thaaaat’s it.”

❧ but every time you’re about to cum he’s pulling his fingers out and spanking your pussy

❧ the frustration builds as you thrash around

❧ whining that “s’not fuckin fair!”

❧ “keep strugglin and i’ll really give you something to cry about.”

❧ his harsh tone makes you come to a halt, eyes red & legs shaking from being pulled back from the edge so many times

❧ and as soon as you still and meet his gaze he’s bullying his digits back into your sore pussy again

(bonus)

❧ “go ahead and cum for me, baby. been so good— yeah, cream all over my fingers…goooood fuckin girl.”

❧ sometimes instead of edging you jonny gives you exactly what you want…he’ll let you cum and he’s not gonna stop till you can’t cum anymore.

❧ “keep on fucking whining like you didn’t ask for this, y/n.”

❧ your chest is pressed against his and he’s got a death grip on your waist

❧ the only sound in the room is your loud cries and the sloppy fucking of his fingers into you

❧ your ass high in the air as he drills your pussy, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your tired body

❧ “keep still-stop goddamn squirmin!”

❧ it’s barked into your ear, chops scratching your skin as he roughly grabs your jaw and forces your eyes to meet

❧ “i swear to god if keep moving i’ll strap the hitachi to your clit and leave you here all night.”

❧ before you can respond he’s setting a lightening quick pace, pussy spasming round him once again

❧ “fuuuck give it to me, darlin. you can keep going, come on and show me how good this pussy cums for me.”

❧ he only does it as an end to an orgasm ban (when you break a rule so he doesn’t let you cum for a certain amount of time..not even by yourself)

❧ you have to seriously piss schlatt off for him to ban you (he loves your pussy too much)

❧ but when he does…

❧ he’s not touching your pussy at all

❧ not gonna let you touch it either

❧ not even allowed to have your clit played with when it’s a punishment fuck

❧ you have to get off from the anal alone and if you don’t…that’s not his problem lmao

❧ maybe next time you’ll listen and behave for him…

❧ till then he’s using your ass as a fleshlight and lettin your week-long neglected pussy leak out so much it covers your thighs & all of his lower half

(bonus)

❧ “oh goddamn it, babydoll. didn’t know i could get you to squirt without even touching your pussy..imma have to do it again.”

late night car shenanigans one two

❧ it started off so innocent 🥲

❧ jonny asking if you wanted to ride around and listen to music with him at 3 am

❧ it’s a usual thing you two do together when you couldn’t sleep so you didn’t think much of it

❧ so you slipped on a tank top & a cardigan with a cute new mini skirt to match

❧ little did you know that skirt is your boyfriend’s new found kryptonite

❧ so now the skirt’s bunched around your waist

❧ your back’s pressed half against the door half against the passenger seat with your boyfriend’s fingers deep inside your pussy as he speeds down the interstate

❧ the loud bass that’s usually filled the car is silent

❧ schlatt wants to be sure he can hear his favorite symphony— your noises accompanied by the sounds of your wet pussy

(bonus)

❧ “whatcha want to eat, love? i know cumming like that had to make you work up an appetite.”

❧ “don’t worry about me i’ll eat my favorite meal at home. it’s hot and ready whenever i want.” (yes he’d make a little caesar’s joke about ur coochie tell me i’m wrong)

❧ camping with chuckle sandwich seemed like a good idea

❧ till you were drunk in the woods and only 10 feet away from your friends in tents

❧ “j-jonny we can’t..not with them right there.”

❧ “come on doll, they won’t even notice.”

❧ “you and i both know i can’t stay quiet enough for that..baby please.”

❧ as tipsy as he is he knows you’re right..so he sneaks you two out of the tent

❧ he grabs two new beers and leads you back to the parking lot of the forrest

❧ once you’re in the car it’s game over

❧ you’re both insatiable as you make out on his lap

❧ in your drunken kiss you knock the sun visor down and a pre-rolled blunt falls between you two on your laps

❧ you bite your lip as you look between the blunt and your boyfriend..hoping he catches your drift

❧ he catches that shit.

❧ so now your getting railed in the passenger seat as schlatt leans over you and shotguns the smoke into your mouth

❧ the feeling of being cross faded adds so much to being fucked

❧ you’re so sensitive it’s insane

❧ schlatt swears he’s never heard you making these types of noises before

❧ doesn’t even care about the carpet burn that’s starting to form on his knees

❧ the feeling of being crossed and inside of you is enough to make him speed up is thrusts

❧ you’re so lost in each other you don’t realize the sun starting to rise

❧ so lost in the sauce jonny just turns his phone off to stop it from ringing (he doesn’t even check to see who it is RIP)

❧ or hear the footsteps and calls of your names nearing the parking lot

❧ or when your friends finally knock on the car door they’re met with a porn star level performance from you both

❧ you’ll blame it on the substances later because right now nothing is gonna stop you both from covering the seat in another load of your almost future children

(bonus)

❧ “do you think they know?”

❧ schlatt gives you a small smile and kiss to the forehead

❧ “of course not, doll”

❧ you settle at the news, anxiety leaving your body

❧ “we DEFINITELY know.”

#jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt hcs #jschlatt smut #jschlatt.cass #jschlatt #jschlatt oneshot #jschlatt fic #jschlatt fanfiction #cass.lair #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich smut #chuckles sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich x y/n

[actualfarless]

Star Crossed Lovers

You are a Hero summoned to deal with the Demon King. After fighting your way through hordes of the Demon King's minions, you find yourself face-to-face with the Demon King. They're from the planet you were summoned from, and your most fond person.

Story below or read on Wattpad.

Paladin climbed the steps to the Demon King’s castle, his knuckles white on the hilt of his blade. Once the mightiest sea in Decipere, the desert stretched for miles far below, beyond where the black sky met the barren earth. Twisted trees stripped of green filled what had been a forest on the cliff. Every minute in the Demon King’s wasteland a reminder of all the hurt he caused. Every second was a reminder of Paladin’s duty. 

Every step was one closer to home.

His lone heartbeat in this desolate place urged him onward. Three years ago, the desperate citizens of Decipere summoned Paladin to their aid. The Demon King unleashed hordes on the land, conquering nations, turning them into wastes, and slaughtering thousands. Those who survived ran, but the Demon King’s reach expanded to the globe. In the end, they hid in camps in sacred places where even the most vile creatures of hell dare not tread. The people of Decipere prayed and wished and hoped upon the final star in the night sky.

Paladin was their last hope.

He reminded himself of that every night when the cold set in his bones. He reminded himself every time he fought a demon. And when his mentor, Logan, fell to the horde. And when Kyrie lost herself to darkness. When an entire village burned because of his mistake.

Paladin was their last hope. If he wished to free the people of Decipere from tyranny, if he wished to see home again, he would need to kill the Demon King.

He paused at the door to the keep, a large stone thing of ancient Leogere construction. Few buildings like it existed anymore, either fallen to time or the tyrant, but those that stood were places of great power. If Paladin were to kill the Demon King, it would be here, where his power was greatest.

Paladin pointed his sword to Hearth, to home, charging the runeblade with the star’s magic.

Then he stepped inside.

The room was dark. No surprise. Legends said the dark magic claimed his eyes long ago. Even if they were wrong, shadow sight was minor magic. Paladin could perform the trick himself, if he so wished, but there was no need. He trained with the monks of Ludere. Were he deaf and blind, he could fight as well as any soldier.

Paladin made note of the shadowy details of the great room, not that there were many. The room was almost as barren as the wasteland outside, save for the few banners covering any possible window and the sconces placed on buttresses. At the far end, on his throne of skulls, sat the Demon King.

“So, you have come at last,” said the Demon King, his tone almost bored. His voice echoed off the stone walls.  Paladin pointed his sword at the Demon King. “Am I to meet my end, Paladin?”

Paladin hesitated. The Demon King had spoken the exact words he’d thought. There were rumors that the tyrant could read minds, but few survived the Demon King and fewer were in a state of coherency. Paladin had taken precautions against this power just in case. He doubted there was any real threat to his mind, so long as he stood and breathed.

Paladin had another concern. His voice was familiar.

“I am their final hope,” Paladin told himself. Feeling the resolve, he tightened his grip on his blade and took a step toward the Demon King. The charged magic hummed beneath his fingertips. “Your curse upon this world has gone on long enough. It ends today.”

“No, my dear Paladin, it doesn’t.”

Paladin saw his adversary twitch and managed to call upon his magic before the impact hit. It would be too weak to cause any real damage, but hopefully it would prevent the Demon King from following up his attack before Paladin could recover. A wave of force knocked Paladin backwards, flinging him through the air with the ease of a man tossing a ball. Starlight filled the room as a thin beam followed Paladin’s blade as he tumbled through the air. The stone cracked on the floor, wall, and ceiling and the arm of the Demon King’s throne fell to the ground. The tyrant himself lay on the floor where he had flung himself out of the magic’s path.

Both recovered at the same time, standing on opposite ends of the hall. A rune had dimmed on Paladin’s sword, reminding him of his limit. Once the power was gone, he would have nothing more than his martial skills and the few spells he memorized.

It wouldn’t be enough to kill the Demon King.

Once again, the Demon King fired another wave of force at Paladin, but he was ready this time, planting his feet firmly on the ground and bracing himself with magic. The force loosened his helmet and flare his cloak, but nothing more. The Demon King followed his magic with a heavy strike from his axe, closing the distance too quickly for a human. The dust had barely cleared, and Paladin was on the defensive.

He deflected the Demon King’s axe with his blade. He attempted to retaliate but noticed the Demon King’s clenched fist in time to dodge back. Fire filled the space between them, where Paladin’s head once was. The heat cascaded over his body.

Calling on his training, Paladin fixed his footing, deflecting the Demon King’s strikes and dodging magic. Each attack started before the last was complete, leaving no gaps for Paladin to use. Each was too close and too well placed. The pair found a rhythm, turning the fight into a dance. 

A single mistake would cost Paladin his life. He bided his time. To say they were evenly matched was generous to Paladin, but he held his own. Then, as the Demon King, recoiled from a particularly well timed block, Paladin saw his chance. He closed the distance, ramming his shoulder into the Demon King’s masked face. Knowing this would likely be his last chance, that if he didn’t make this blow lethal, he would die, Paladin called all the remaining magic into his runeblade brought the charged blade down.

He saw the smile beneath the crack too late.

The Demon King released a wave of force. Unlike his earlier attacks, this was directionless, expanding in all directions with explosive force. Paladin couldn’t counter it quickly enough. The runeblade went flying, tearing the room apart with his starlight beam, narrowly missing the two combatants. Paladin landed on his back hard. He grunted in pain as all the air left his body. His helmet and pauldrons and every loosely strapped piece of armor flew off.

He knew he was defeated.

The final blow never came. Paladin slowly rose to his feet, trying his best to ignore the throbbing in his head. His vision slowly cleared and he saw the Demon King standing there, exposed lips trembling. The Demon King’s axe law on the ground. For a moment, Paladin thought he’d won. Somehow, his sword’s magic had cut through the Demon King, vanquishing his foe once and for all.

But no, he wouldn’t be so lucky.

“Bailey,” the Demon King said in a whisper, carried to Paladin’s ears on a soft whisper.

Paladin felt his heart skip a beat. He was beaten, bruised, and disarmed, but hearing that word - that voice - defeated him. He dropped his arms to his side, staring at the Demon King with tears in his eyes. The Demon King lifted his mask, but Paladin didn’t need to see his face. He already knew.

“Isaac.”

The two men approached cautiously, in disbelief of the sight before their eyes. Bailey took Isaac into his arms, wrapping the man into a tight embrace, ignoring his pained grunts and suppressing his own body’s screams as Isaac returned the hug. His body ached, but it was nothing compared to the ache that he carried in his heart for five years. Though they both looked different, older and more muscular, Isaac looked the same to Bailey. Bailey looked the same to Isaac.

They stared into each other’s eyes for too long. With too many questions and too complex answers, they settled for silent admiration. Isaac ran his hand along Bailey’s chin, appreciating the rough feel of his stubble. Bailey held Isaac. Finally, unable to resist any longer, they kissed for the first time in almost half a decade. It wasn’t the answer to their questions, but it was enough for now. For the first time in years, Bailey’s heart was light.

He knew he would be going home.

Isaac knew he wouldn’t.

#short story #star crossed lovers #now im starting to get into 2020 #god these hot dudes shoulda just fucked #also shout out to my 2020 doc that actually has links and titles on it #too bad I got busy and plagued halfway through the year

[uniformbravo]

ARE UYOU FUCKING KIDDING ME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#HE ALREADY ONLY GETS TO SEE THEM AT TOURNAMENTS AND NOW HES LITERALLY NOT EVEN ALLOWED TO DO THAT AAAAAAAAAA #WHY DID U TELL HIM THE TRUTH U SHOULDA LIED U SHOULDA SAID U CAME HERE TO EAT HOT CHIP AND LIE OR SOMETHING I DONT KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #WHY IS THIS HAPPENING I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH #why does this show want ME to suffer SPECIFICALLY #im so mad!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im mad!!!!!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAA #retag later #ani blogging #chf blogging #AND THEN they made him write an apology essay ANYWAY??? BRO WHY didnt u just make THAT the punishment #u were all so ready to just let him off w a warning earlier??????? now u gotta say he's not allowed to support his friends W H AT #literally WHAT does that have to do w illegally substituting for another player I'LL WAIT #fuc dude this is absurd oh my god oooooo this show gets me STEAMED like a vegetable #i kno its for narrative purposes n shit like realistically but the wolf inside me who cares about this ot3 so so much is HOWLING AT THE MOON #Let! Arata! Hang! Out! With! His! Friends!!!!!!!!!!!! #fuckign hELL

[kingkatsuki]

ajskskak omg totally!! they have to make an agreement not to say anything if they find someone cute bc they know baku will plough them like it’s his job!! maybe even take some vids or pics and tease the boys in gc ya know what I’m sayin’ 👀 I can just imagine one of them letting it slip like ‘god she’s so fucking fit! but don’t tell bakugo!’ ‘don’t tell bakugo what?’ like goddamn it kami!! It’s not his fault he thinks you’re hot and the others are too pussy.

oh my days wjwkw imagine one day kiri’s like ‘bro it’s killing me, I’ve got to tell you, there’s this girl in my psych class and she’s so fucking hot dude!! just please promise me you aren’t gonna fuck her?’ before he can even breathe kiri’s like ‘promise bro like please promise!! promise your best friend since high school that you aren’t gonna fuck the love of his life’ like ‘chill dude you’re safe!’ Then later at a house party after baku’s railed the fuck outta you and going to smoke, kiri’s like ‘oh hey did you see y/n??’ ‘y/n… y/n?? are you sure there’s only one y/n at this party?’ Kiri’s face is displaying even more panic like ‘YEAH, oh god what if some creep’s got her??!’ ‘She’ll be fine ha, I’m sure’.

Question is, does he tell Kiri?? does he let him worry?? I mean, she’s been desperate for that redheads dick and he has not gotten the hint?? is he like ‘this y/n??’ And it’s your fucked out expression?? d-does he let him and kiri share you one day bc he’s knows how desperate you both are for each other ?? hnngg the possibilities!!

Hahaha oh my gosh I love it!

The worst thing about is is he vaguely remembers you talking about trying to find a guy at the party but obviously the moment he stepped in he has your full attention.

I think he’d probably be straight up with Kiri. Like Bakugou is no liar, but it ain’t his fault that it happened. You were the hottest girl at the party of course he was gonna go to you, Kiri shoulda shown him a photo or some shit if he didn’t want it happening. And really, Bakugou did him a favour, especially with the other guys that were sniffing around you at the party, surely he’d rather it be Bakugou over one of those losers.

It definitely, definitely opens it up for poly/threesome potential👀

I can just imagine Kirishima being so upset, but then the moment Bakugou tells him that you fancy him he’s like “s-she likes me?” And it’s almost forgotten 😭😂

#not mine

[cosmicbash]

You wanted a prompt?

“I think I just ripped my pants.” This is perfect in all the ways 😈

"What the fuck?" Marshall's voice shoots up suprisingly high, to that almost squeak of a sound Colson has heard the rapper make in a few interviews or silly behind the scenes clips. It's more than enough to immediately grab the blonde's attention away from his notebook. (Not that Em ever had to work to get his attention anyway, Colson honestly was forcing himself to avoid looking at his idol more often than not, lest his leering got caught and their already tense relationship grew worse. He could hardly believe they'd mostly squashed their beef as it was, let alone the current prospect of a song together.)

All those pentative thoughts go right out the window though when his eyes finally settle back onto the now standing, and now TWISTING older man. His expression tight and cheeks a new color of light pink that Colson thinks he'd only seen once before the first night they sat down to talk it all out. He's just about to force his eyes a little lower and appreicate whatever weird arch Marshall's giving his back when he see's it.

"I think I just ripped my pants-"

Oh. Yeah. Holy shit. He totally did.

Colson's tongue feels tied up in his mouth now, pen tight in his fingers while his own face warms. Ripped feels like an understatement, the large tear down the other rapper's pants is huge, splitting the fabric open to expose the lower half of his ass that actually manages to stay inside his ever sagging pants. But not just that, Colson can see pale white too, a color which, as soon as his brain processes, DEFINITELY CAN'T be the basic tight back briefs he's always stealing glimpses of on the downlow.

Whatever Marshall caught on ripped it's way clean through both fabrics.

"Whoa."

He can feel the immediate glare, even if his eyes refuse to move up to meet it. They're locked in, focusing and anaylzing like some shitty cartoon robots might on the prominent crease of his idols ass crack and the little red slash directly to the left of it.

"I think it cut you too-" how did the dude pull that off?

"For real? What the fuck-" That high distressed tone is sticking around it seems, one of Marshall's hands blindly feeling around the area ans only arching his back harder. "This can't be seriously happening,"

"W-wait, just-" Colson's ears feel hot as his fumbles his stuff over onto the open couch next to him. "Let me- let me check you out-"

To make sure he's not hurt of course.

Marshall doesn't argue with him, but also straight up ignores him altogether it seems while his focus jerks back down to the chair that evidently commited such treason.

"Is that a fucking knife? Why the hell do you have an open knife just chilling on a chair?" Now Colson can see it too, one of his own random pocket knifes tucked in the fold of the studio chair, blade shiny and sharp. Obvioulsy having caught the other mans clothes when he sat back and shifted around to get comfortable. (Thank god it wasn't sticking straight out, stabbing your idol in the ass before you even finish your first studio session can't be a good way to start a collab)

"Shit, it, it's probably one of the guys, sorry, fuck-" Gotta save face somehow. "Rook's always leaving them laying around, that's on me, I shoulda cleaned up more-"

"You think?"

There's that bitter tone Colson thought he finally escaped.

"I'm so sorrrrrry-" the blonde almost wants to whine like a child for forgiveness. How can his life be so fucking cruel to him? Yeah he's been begging the universe for an excuse to see Eminem's ass in person since he was like 15 but did it have to be like this? Feels like one of those bad genie wishes.

"Fuck." Marshall's sigh and quick rub of hands over his face cuts his pity party a bit short. Attention snapping away from the blade to follow said slender bits almost reflexively when they drop back down to touch the loose fabric. "I can't believe it sliced through it all so cleanly-" the brunette's tone is still full of annoyance. "How bad is it?"

"Huh?"

"The cut. How bad did it cut me, fucking stings-" Colson needs to blink and process for a moment on that soft hiss the other man gives before he arches his back a little more, free hand settling down on the sound board for support.

"You want me to... look?"

Colson swears he hears angels singing. Probably just the laced weed he smoked earlier on in the night, but if Em-i-fucking-nem bending over his soundboard and grabbing one of his aas cheeks while peering back at him basked in holy studio lights above him isn't a sign from god to shoot his shot he doesn't know what is-

"Well I'm not gonna fucking have you take a picture of it for me."

No of course not, that much luck would seriously be pushing into the "i'm totally having an acid trip right now and ems freaked out about me drooling on the couch" side of reality.

"Okay!" And Colson drops to his knees, completely on instinct. He totally didn't have to, bending down a little to peer closer probably would have been fine. But he'll be damned if he doesn't seize the day or ass presented before him.

Marshall's back tenses up and though he can't see his face as much from this angle the blonde defonitely sees the older man's ear turn red when his palms settle down on the back of those thick thighs.

"F-fuck! What're you doing all that for?"

"I wanna get a close look-" and commit every little freckle he's spotting to memory.

Cute freckles and Marshall's tempting pink tinged crack and peek of balls a tiny bit lower if he squints aside- "oh yeah, it did knick ya bit. Not like, enough to draw blood. But theres a red line right across here." One Colson traces with his finger just to watch the older man shiver.

"Okay, alright, yeah-" he's never heard Marshall sound so flustered before, paired with the sight before him Colson can't help but drink in his fill. Palms cautiously adjusting their grip in what he hopes is a subtle enough way not to immediately alert the other rapper how it spreads his cheeks, just enough to- "well kiss it better or get the fuck up alright? This is so fucking weird-"

Gladly.

"C-Colson!" The swift kick of a foot back into his stomach to steal his breathe is totally worth the long flat lick of tongue he gets in and squeak of his idol finally calling him by first name.

Hey, he was only doing what Marshall asked him to afterall. 😪

#emgk #my asks #asks #just for u jan #cuz i love ya #mwah #and then kells totally eats em out in the studio and DOESNT get slapped with a restraining order from paul

[magniloquent-raven]

more trans billy fic! read my first two here and here (not necessary for context, but they are technically a series)

(cw: talk of past suicidal thoughts/suicide attempt)

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billy's never been with anyone who didn't ask about his scars.

if it wasn't their opening line—fake concerned bullshit, trying to get in his pants by pretending to care, it only worked on the days he was feeling especially low—it would always come up later. some people's idea of good pillow talk. like the fact that they'd stuck their dick in him meant they were entitled to his life story or something.

once, a guy made it a whole three weeks before he asked. he'd picked the dude up at a bar and kept around because he was good with his hands. then kicked him to the curb because he was shit at minding his own business.

everyone seems to think him wearing low-cut shirts that leave the twisting ropes of scar tissue over his heart on full display means they're allowed to pry.

everyone except steve.

they knew each other for months before they started dating, and he never brought it up. and now. he's seen all of billy's scars and he hasn't asked about a single one.

and billy's starting to wonder if he wants him to.

they're laying in bed together one morning, the sun streaming in through half-drawn blinds, dappled on the bedspread and lighting up the honey coloured highlights in steve's hair.

hair that's tickling billy's nose, but he can't bring himself to move. not when steve is so comfortably draped across his chest, breath warm against his collarbone, fingertips absently trailing up and down, caressing his side.

another first for billy, truth be told. he didn't date much before steve—wasn't really the boyfriend type—and the people he did date never did this. never wanted to just...exist together in an easy silence, sharing soft touches with no intent.

it should make him antsy, the stillness, the quiet, but he's found himself enjoying the lie-ins just as much as the mornings he coaxes steve awake with lazy kisses and a thigh pressed between his legs.

on really good days he gets both.

but today...today steve's lips trail down billy's chest, following the sunburst lines of scar tissue, and. billy stops him. with a hesitant hand on steve's shoulder. and steve looks up at him, a question in his wide brown eyes.

"you've never asked," he says after a moment, holding steve's gaze but shifting nervously.

"asked?...if you want to—oh god, did you not want me to—shit, billy, if you aren't in the mood you can just say so, i—" steve starts to pull away, scrambling, looking absolutely mortified, but billy shakes his head immediately and pulls steve back to his side wrapping his arms around his waist.

"not about that, jesus."

a relieved sigh ruffles his curls, and steve relaxes into his embrace, "alright, then...what?"

billy chews the inside of his cheek. "the scars, steve. you're not even a little curious?"

there's a pause. "what? i mean, i thought, uh...guys like you usually get, like, surgery right?"

"...you thought—" billy chokes on a strangled noise that's almost a laugh. "what, that i got my tits hacked off with a chainsaw or something?"

steve snorts against his shoulder, smushing his face further into the crook of billy's neck with a groan, "maybe? shut up. i dunno how it works, okay. didn't figure it was polite to ask." he shifts his weight around, wriggling into a position that lets him look at billy's face without detangling their limbs.

"ahh, country club etiquette, shoulda known." billy smirks at steve's eyeroll. "next time just ask, baby."

"okay." he worries at his bottom lip, brow furrowed, gaze darting between billy's face and his chest. he puts a hand over the worst of the scarring, palm flat over billy's sternum. "so..." his voice is soft, suddenly, hesitant, "what happened?"

he expects regret. irritation at himself. shame. he expects to feel himself closing off, second guessing his decision to invite the questions. but.

he covers steve's hand with his own. lets out a breath. lays there and feels nothing but the warmth of steve's body next to his, and a slight twist of trepidation in his gut.

"i was kind of. a fucked up teenager," he starts, and grimaces. "used to jump into any fight i could find. and when i was eighteen...i stumbled across...something. all i know is there was some little girl about to get kidnapped or worse, and i. well. i blacked out most of it, but. she got away. and i woke up in a hospital a few days later all..." he pauses, and gestures vaguely at his chest. "and there were all these people tellin' me it was a fuckin' miracle i survived, but..."

his blinks away the tears threatening to fall, turning from steve's wide-eyed concern, but steve puts a gentle hand on his cheek and guides him back. "but what?" he murmurs, brushing curls away from billy's face.

but he never wanted to wake up in the first place.

but every time someone told him what he did was brave he just got a little angrier, a little more bitter.

but no matter how much better staying at the hospital was, away from neil, away from max, always trying to be his sister, no matter how many times he told himself his life was better now, he still felt hollow and lonely and...

he's never talked about it. any of it. not with the shitty hospital-mandated therapist they assigned him when he was still bedridden. not with the psychiatrist he went to a few years later when he was trying to get prescribed testosterone. not with any of the friends he's made here.

he doesn't know why the hell he decided digging up this particular skeleton was a good idea now, but he can't exactly rebury it at this point.

steve's hand is warm and solid and his thumb keeps softly rubbing his cheekbone and making his heart flutter. and he supposes that's the why of it. love has made him an idiot.

he sighs. leans into steve's touch. "i hated it. all of it. there was this article in the local fucking paper and everything, about what i did, calling it heroic. and people constantly telling me i should be grateful to be alive but i didn't want to be." his breath catches in this throat, voice breaking, "i didn't save that kid to be a hero, i did it because i wanted to die."

steve makes a wounded noise, low in his throat. "billy..."

"i don't anymore," he says quietly. "i—it hasn't been that bad in a long time."

there's a moment. a pause. a silence that has billy holding his breath as steve watches him with a pinched frown, his eyes shining with unshed tears. and then he shifts, slips a leg over billy's and rolls on top of him, rustling the sheets and knocking the air from billy's lungs.

it takes billy a second to realize what's happening, that steve's buried his face in the crook of his neck again, but this time hugging him with his whole damn body.

"...steve?"

"m'sorry," he whispers, muffled and quiet, breath hot against billy's skin. "sorry i wasn't there."

billy's heart clenches. painfully, bittersweet, swooping like he's been dropped from a great height. he tightens his hold on steve's waist. "you're here now. and i'm okay." he pauses, and turns his face to rest his cheek against steve's dishevelled head. "better than okay."

steve hums. kisses his collarbone. slips his hands more securely under billy, wiggling til his palms are squished between billy's shoulder-blades and the rumpled sheets. "you're sure?"

"yeah, pretty boy. i'm good."

"...good enough to make me pancakes?"

billy snorts. "i can't when you're laying on top of me, steve."

"lies. i know you can lift me."

he snorts again, dissolving into helpless giggles that entirely ruin his ability to respond with a clever retort. steve lifts his head and meets his eye, smiling softly. he presses that smile to billy's mouth.

and they have their pancakes. later. much later.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #trans billy hargrove #a raven's writing desk #just to be extra clear yall there was no mind flayer in this universe but he still has the big yeah-that-shoulda-killed-you scars

[peralta-guaranteed]

Oh god loved so so much the best friend siblign AU and I wonder if, when u got time and u feel like it, would you write how the story goes, i imagine all the family quite happy bc the really get close to Jake they like him and love how happy makes Amy and the fact now he is one more of the family but a super mad and angry Jorge who doesnt like them so they fight for their love IM SORRY I JUST GOT SO EXCITED IT WAS AMAZING

aw don't apologise for being excited!!! That's always the best reaction to a fic or hc!! - in true Peraltiago fashion Jake + Amy decide to keep their... thing a secret for a while until they really figure it out, because they sure as heck did NOT go on three dates before that smooch fest at the diner, and tbh only the knowledge that Charles+Gina+Rosa are still snoring at the apartment back there keeps them from racing back and uh, making it official 😏 - (Jake thinks about his empty dorm room for a hot second but then realises that Charles might come back in the morning and there is NO WAY he's making Amy go through that) - they never manage to go on an actual date though because Amy is always busy with school (double major yooo), so mostly Jake just hangs out at Amy+Rosa's place... the same way he did before... except for when Rosa leaves and he can finally cuddle his non-girlfriend-girlfriend (titles have not yet been chosen) - they only go officially bf / gf when Amy gets hit on at a party (by Teddy) and immediately realises she actually has a NO THANK YOU response ready now as Jake rounds the corner with their drinks! "Sorry, I'm here with my boyfriend actually" she says and gives him a quick kiss and he's dumbstruck for a second but then immediately joins in - their friends find out before the family does, though, simply because they are shit at hiding so the trio ends up stumbling in on various moments. Charles sees them holding hands somewhere on campus and thank god he got the mildest reveal because even that almost makes him faint. Gina does not believe for one second that the hickeys on Jake's neck are 'bruises' from some sort of 'ultimate frisbee' mistake and basically pins him down until he tells her the truth. Rosa, rather unceremoniously, simply runs into Jake in her hallway. At 3am. Both in their underwear. Good thing they lived together before and were actually kind of used to that. - when Jorge finds out, he's not really angry,mostly just... confused. Like, what? Jake? And his sis? Aren't they.. friends? When did this happen? Also kind of not cool, dude, you shoulda asked your friend, her brother, before you- "Oh so now you get to have a say in what I do and don't with my life? Like we're back in the 50s?" No Amy that's obviously not what I mean I just-.... fine okay you can do whatever you want - Matteo is absolutely overjoyed when Amy tells him. Like YES, you go girl, get you some nice college slice of beef cake, if you hadn't I probably woulda tried my turn next Thanksgiving (this is all shouted into speaker phone when she calls him just to make Jake feel extra awkward... the not-twins are little troublemakers if they want to) - and, well, once Matteo knows, the whole family knows. The brothers are mostly happy about it (except for David but who gives a fuck about that), because yeah Jake is a great guy and they already involuntary tested him for all Santiago-related situations, but they're definitely going to test him a bit more the next time he visits (he's been re-invited to Thanksgiving before all of this anyway, and Camila was considering Nochebuena too because he told them how his family didn't ever really do Christmas so he'd probably stay at college during winter break... which is an absolute no-go in the eyes of the family matriarch) - to be honest, it's mostly Camila (and Victor) who have a bit of a problem with it. Yes, Jake was a wonderful guest, as chaotic as he was, and yes, he's become somewhat part of their family already, but that was as Jorge's friend. Being their only daughter's boyfriend, of which so far she has had only two before him, is a whole different ballgame. And what got overlooked as 'quirks' of his is now harshly judged as 'possible problems'. - so when Thanksgiving 2 : family harder with a vengeance comes around, Jake is absolutely terrified of making a bad impression. Even if he's already made an impression on all of them, several times, over the past two years. But still. He tries to be on his best behaviour (and is immediately teased and taunted for it by

the Santiabros) and at the same time tries to keep a friendly distance from Amy to be inappropriate (and is immediately rebuked by his girlfriend basically hanging off of him like a koala the entire time). - Victor takes him aside for the Shovel Talk after dinner, when the rest of the family is gathering on the porch like usual. Jake expects about 7 more Shovel Talks to come the next two days they're there, but this one is obviously the worst, because Camila joins in. He's pretty much this close to signing some sort of contract promising he will never even bend one hair on their daughter's head when Amy barges in and saves him by dragging him off to the porch swing. - And then Jake gets his Thanksgiving dream of Amy cuddling into him under the blankets while having a beer with the Santiabros, and the way he holds onto her to make sure she doesn't fall off the swing, and the way she falls asleep so quickly and so deeply in a way she never has when anyone else of the family shared the swing with her, makes the Santiabros realise that their Shovel Talks are absolutely not needed.

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #headcanons #AU

[thevioletjones]

I’d love to see you tackle 5 or 44! Congrats on the Kudos!

Thank you! 5 was included previously, so just 44. 🙂 This one is explicit, FYI.

Prompt 5: “I still remember the way you taste.”

Cell Date

Getting smart about how he acted behind bars was really starting to pay off for Mickey. Not only was he staying out of trouble so that he’d have a chance of making early parole, he was also forging advantageous relationships, mostly with the guards and the old-timers that liked to do good deeds like helping other inmates get an education or decent legal representation.

Little things like that, plus abstaining from shanking for pay or cold-cocking bitches who got mouthy, were making this Mickey’s most pleasant and drama-free stint in prison since his unceremonious induction into juvie ten years previous.

Along with his cooperation and best behavior came some quality perks: first pick of audiobooks from the dude he helped in the library; extra jello, pudding, and french fries from that dude’s kitchen husband; extended yard and gym time when the guard he had people doing favors for on the outside was on duty; and the holy grail, his very own recently acquired smartphone, which he could keep with him in his cell whenever the right people were working, and otherwise stow with a friend when sweep checks were imminent. All he had to do to get safekeeping was provide phone privilege favors. Gave him an extra source of income too, when he sold video call time to inmates on the side.

Tonight, though, he was finally gonna have the damn cell to himself all night long. His bunkmate had just been released, no one else had been assigned to his bed yet, and the overnight guard was a friendly. That meant that at long last, he’d be able to have some kind of sexual escapade with his boyfriend for the first time since he’d gotten locked up nine months ago. As a bonus, they could maybe stay up shooting the shit too. But really, Mickey was horny as hell, and he imagined that Ian was too.

They had a kind of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy when it came to banging other people while they were apart, but as a rule, they weren’t allowed to do it more than once a month, or with the same guy twice, blowjobs included. That meant a lot of lonely masturbation sessions on both sides of the prison walls.

It was cruel that the only relief they could get from each other was by proxy of their own hands anyway, but at least now they’d be able to watch each other and egg each other on. It wasn’t the most ideal situation ever, but it was way better than having to stick to innocuous topics on the prison landlines that ran out at the ten minute mark.

This was going to be a treat.

He waited ’til 30 minutes past lights out just to be sure the coast was clear, counting down the minutes like a fucking schoolgirl waiting to make an illicit phone call after her parents fell asleep. As soon as the digital display hit 9:30, he was eagerly punching in the memorized number, smirking as he selected the video option.

He actually felt nervous as it rang, irrationally worried that Ian would be indisposed despite their agreed upon time and date. It took almost four whole rings before the display lit up, and a buffering vision of Ian appeared.

Mickey’s smile couldn’t help but mirror the cheerful redhead’s, and it only widened when he heard his deep, familiar voice.

“Hey, Mick.”

“Gallagher,” he replied softly and full of affection.

“I can barely see you,” Ian said with a chuckle. “That's not really fair.”

“Oh, shit, yeah. Forgot. Hang on.”

He’d managed to get his hands on a clip-on reading light through the library contraband network, so it would have to do. He dug it out from the hole in his thin-ass mattress pad and clipped it to the bar of the lower bunk, angling it toward his face and flipping it on. It wasn’t exactly super-bright, but it was good enough.

“Happy now? This is the best I could do on the after-hours lighting.”

“Yeah, I am. You look good.”

“Shut the fuck up. You look way better. Like a free man.”

Ian ran a hand through his hair, and Mickey wished it were his hand. “It is a nifty advantage, but it’d be a lot better if you were next to me.”

“Yeah, no shit. I’m getting the rawer deal here.”

“Who’s fault is that?” Ian challenged with a raised brow.

Mickey licked his lips, humming. “Didn’t realize the purpose of this call was to get on my ass about gettin’ locked up. Thought we already did that fun routine.”

Ian sighed. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I just miss you.”

“I’m doin’ what I can, gingerbread. Might get lucky in the next few months. Been playin’ the game all nice like. No demerits on my scorecard.”

“I appreciate that. You know I’ll be waiting.”

“Mm.”

“So… what’s new?”

Mickey laughed. “You want me to recount the thrilling tales of the jailbird jerk-offs? How would that be interesting or entertaining?”

“I’m pretty sure you witness more random acts of weirdness than I do everyday. You want me to talk about my job and coworkers, or my niece and nephew? I’m sure you’re dying to know on all counts.”

“Yeah, you got me figured out, Gallagher. That’s exactly why I wanted this dimly lit video call with your pale ass.”

Ian snickered. “Is this the part where we jump straight to the sex?”

Mickey shrugged and scratched his balls. “I mean, if we were in person without that fuckin’ glass between us, we woulda already been bangin’ by now.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“So?”

“What?”

“Show me your dick.”

Ian snorted, and it was nice to see him laugh unrestrainedly. They usually didn’t do too much laughing during his visits.

“It’s not hard yet.”

“Well, what the fuck you waitin’ for? Shoulda started before I called.”

“God, Mick, you really know how to romance a guy on his first date in nearly a year.”

“If this is a date, you got a really low bar, man.”

“Haven’t I always?”

“‘Ey! Fuck you.”

Ian laughed again and it made Mickey smile wide. He was gonna get addicted to these phone interludes, he could tell.

“Which reminds me… I expect you to take me out a few times when you get sprung, Milkovich. Restaurants, clubs, movies, the works.”

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Exactly how many acts of penance are on your little atonement list?”

“As many as I want. You got a problem with that?”

“You know I didn’t get locked up on purpose, right? Cuz I think you maybe don’t know that.”

“I think that I want you to stop putting yourself in situations where one of the possible outcomes is getting locked up. Cuz then we’re forced to resort to one sad long-distance video wank every nine months, which kinda fuckin’ blows, and not in the good way.”

“First of all, as long as I don’t get this shit confiscated by one of the asshole guards, we can keep doin’ this pretty regularly. Secondly, we haven’t even gotten to the wank part yet, so don’t call it sad. Also, is sex all that matters to you?”

“Says the guy who just told me to shut up and get my dick out.”

“Like you said, it’s been a long time.”

“And I’ve already told you that I miss you and want you beside me. I thought you wanted your dick stroked, not your ego.”

“Good one,” said Mickey, reaching down to fondle himself. “So how we gonna do this?”

“The only way we can, I guess.”

“Fine. Do I get to ask you to start touching yourself now?”

Ian giggled. “Yeah, yeah, let’s get it over with.”

“What kind of attitude is that? Get the hell on board or this ain’t gonna work.”

“Calm down and get your cock hard, convict boy.”

Mickey didn’t need to be told twice. He slipped his hand under the waistband of his boxers, rubbing and squeezing gently.

“You gonna give me somethin’ to look at or what?”

“Gimme a minute, fool. It’s not gonna be very pretty in its current state.”

They both went non-verbal for a while as their arms started working, the only sounds being stray gasps, rustling noises, and slick skin against skin.

“‘Kay,” urged Mickey, “lemme see it.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Fine, just flip the camera.”

Mickey pressed around and activated the rear camera with flash, licking his lips when the screen filled with Ian’s lower half, hand jerking his big dick in that perfect rhythm he remembered so well. It forced out a moan before he could catch himself.

“Mick,” Ian whispered, and he suddenly missed the feel of his boyfriend’s breath blowing hot against his skin as they fucked. And that just reminded him of the way he’d nip and lick at Mickey’s neck, or pinch his nipples at just the right time.

“Ian,” he groaned, his strokes getting faster and more deliberate now that he was fully hard. “Miss you.”

And that was definitely the lamest shit to say when you were supposed to be talking dirty for the purposes of video sex, but it’s what came out of his mouth on account of all the memories surfacing, coupled with the regret of not being able to put his hands on Ian or have Ian’s hands put on him.

Mickey had never wanted to suck a dick so badly in his entire life, simply because he was being denied the opportunity. He’d almost forgotten how delicious Ian’s cock really was. It could wreck him all night long, or Mickey could worship it a little on his hands and knees when the urge overcame him. He wanted it in him one way or the other. Keeping him away from it was cruel and unusual punishment.

“Wanna fuck you, Mick.” Ian was still using this soft, breathy voice that was making him crazy. “Wanna see your ass.”

Mickey’s hand faltered for a moment as he snickered. “How the fuck am I supposed to get you that camera angle right now, genius?”

“You really didn’t think this through enough first,” chided Ian.

“Suck my dick, Gallagher.”

“Mmm, I’d love to get my mouth on you right now. I still remember the way you taste.”

“Oh, shit.”

Mickey’s jerks got tighter with that fantasy egging him on, and silkier with the ease of the pre-cum oozing from his slit.

“You got something to stick up your ass?”

Mickey whined. “Fuckin’ wish. Don’t exactly got a dildo permit, and that’s the kinda contraband no one tries to smuggle or sell.”

“A finger or two will do, right?” asked Ian, pausing for a moment to squirt some lube into his hand.

“‘Ey! What the fuck? No fair! You want me to try and prop this thing somewhere so you can watch me finger myself without lube, and you’re gonna casually use some to jack off with right in front of me? Read the room, fuckhead.”

Ian chuckled. “Sorry, Mick. What happened to the mayo packets?”

Mickey grimaced, regretting ever having told Ian about sometimes using that condiment as lube when he wanted to spice up a solo sesh. “Shut the fuck up and just help me get a damn orgasm.”

“What else am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know! What am I, the video sex expert?”

“You’re not a sexpert?”

“Now is not the time for your lame jokes, okay?”

“Yeah, okay, but I’ve never done this before either, jackass. I already made my request and you’re ignoring it. You do that for me, I’ll do something for you.”

“Fine, but if I do this for you, I won’t be able to see shit while it’s happenin’, so you have to fuckin’ wait to blow your load, or I’ll never do this with you again.”

“So is that your request? To see me blow my load?”

“Bitch, do I need to explain how porn works to you? You know how at the end of the video, you get to see everybody come? Jizz flyin’ everywhere?”

“Oh, believe me, next time we’re actually together in bed, I will cover you in jizz from head to toe.”

“That’s a lofty goal. Could take a while.”

“I’m willing to put in the hours. Now… get to it.”

Mickey sighed and let his cock fall out of his grip, glancing around to try and figure out how he could set the camera up in a decent place to where it would actually get what Ian wanted in frame.

“You’re gonna have to tell me if I need to adjust it, but I don’t have a lot of options, so just tell me when it’s good enough. Don’t need to get all Scorcese with the precision.”

It took a couple of minutes to figure out something that worked, his erection flagging to half-mast as he concentrated on the task Ian had given him. He was pretty sure that Ian should be the one going out of his way to give Mickey a nice show, but he figured if he let Ian have one first, he could make requests for their next long-distance fuck date.

Once Ian said it was good, Mickey kneeled and sat on his haunches, body remaining upright. He could only imagine what his asshole looked like through that badly lit phone camera, but whatever. At least he didn’t have to look at it. Ian could go crazy for it if he wanted to, and apparently he was if the renewed moaning was any indication.

“Get it wet,” Ian directed.

Mickey licked his palm and gave his cock a few tugs to get it back into the game, then spit in his hand and did what he could to work it around his hole. He was crouched with the damn top bunk rubbing against his bent head, with no view other than stiff white sheets and his own thighs and dick.

Yes, Ian was going to owe him a nice fucking show for this crap.

“Well?” the cocky little prick demanded. “Play with it.”

“Hold your damn horses, I ain’t a cam boy,” retorted Mickey.

With a deep sigh, he emptied his mind of the discomfort of his position and the embarrassment of his actions, and just went for it, wetting his finger with his mouth, then shoving it in as far as he could get it on initial entry. It wasn’t very far, but he wiggled and shimmied it as he slid it in and out, until eventually it was in as far as it could go from the angle he was in. He could faintly hear Ian going to town on himself, and he once again longed to be the one doing it to him. Pressing his ass back onto Ian’s cock instead of his own measly finger. Getting Ian’s big hand around his own dick while he did it.

As it were, he had to use his left hand to get some action on his dick, and as soon as he got back into the swing of things on that score, he set about trying to hit his prostate with his right hand.

“Add another one,” rasped Ian.

“You’re gettin’ real mouthy, ain’t you,” Mickey complained, wetting his hand again before sliding in two fingers to the knuckles.

“Oh, sorry, am I supposed to just remain quiet during this phone sex?”

“Stop sassin' me while I try to hit the spot. Some of us don’t got long-ass E.T. fingers.”

Ian chortled. “Jesus, Mick. Can you not bring my favorite childhood movie into this? Plus, you don’t need to go that deep. Just flip your hand over and crook your fingers. You’ll find it.”

“You think you know my ass better than I do?”

“Probably.”

Mickey did as suggested, even though it was the weirdest combination of body angles. It didn’t do anything at first, then all of a sudden, “Oh.”

Both hands got fast and furious as he felt that familiar tingly throb building up inside. He let himself get lost in it for a few minutes, then came to just enough to realize that he wanted a visual of Ian to orgasm to. It’s what he'd been looking forward to all week.

All at once, he stopped, flipping onto his back and grabbing the phone. All he could see on screen now was the damn ceiling, which was annoying, but also hilarious, since it meant that Ian was probably holding the stupid phone a few inches from his stupid face.

“Why’d you stop?” asked Ian breathily.

“Cuz I wanna see you, numbnuts. As fascinating as your ceiling is, it'd be great if you got the main attraction back onscreen. Please and thank you.”

Ian tittered and angled the camera back down, pushing it past his sternum. “‘Kay, where’s yours?”

Mickey pointed his phone back toward his crotch, eyes extremely focused on Ian’s impossibly hard red dick and large pale hand, sighing when he touched himself again. He needed a finger or two back in his ass, though. He always came harder with something up his ass, and it reminded him more of Ian too.

But there was no way to film himself and still get a view of Ian, plus use both hands to get himself off. He had to choose one type of orgasm to have, and since he wasn’t entirely sure he could pop from anal only, he stuck with the jerking off.

Maybe Ian was right. He hadn’t thought this through enough. But he knew exactly what his daydreams would be scheming up until their next interlude.

“You gonna come all over yourself like I asked?” said Mickey.

“Just a sec,” Ian replied with a grunt.

Mickey’s hand synced up with Ian’s, flying up and down his length on the phone screen. “Wanna see it on your stomach and in your pubes.”

Ian’s moans and groans got louder and closer together, building Mickey’s excitement up to the edge.

And then of course his gay-ass boyfriend had to go and say some gay-ass shit like, “I love you!”

And then he was shooting jizz out the tip of his dick, letting it get everywhere.

And the effect was the same as a quality porno scene in that it made Mickey come too, eyes squinting shut as the sensations overwhelmed him. He wanted to throw the phone across the room, but he somehow managed to keep it resting against his chest and filming everything.

As soon as the last of it gushed out, he did let the phone drop next to him for a short time, and Ian must’ve been recovering too, because he didn’t hear any complaints. He reached for the toilet paper roll and wiped himself down as best he could, not bothering to put his shorts back on when he was done.

He flipped onto his stomach, picked up the phone and went back to the front camera, leaning it up against the wall as he burrowed a pillow under his chin.

“That was halfway decent, Gallagher.” He grinned in relaxed satisfaction.

Ian flipped his camera back too, lying on his side, and propping the phone up against what was probably the empty pillow next to him that Mickey should be on.

“You’ll get the real thing soon enough,” Ian replied with a sleepy smile.

“Fuckin’ hope so…” he trailed off in thought. “Sorry I can’t be there. It is my fault.”

“Nah, just forget about all that, okay? All we can do now is get through the time that’s left. But if you think I’m not gonna ride your ass the non-sexy way when you get out, you’re dead wrong. Not gonna let this shit happen again.”

“You want me workin’ some minimum wage bullshit legit job?”

“Yep. We know how to be poor, Mick. Tired of getting the shitty end of all the risk.”

“Your pillow talk could use some work, Red.”

“I know. Thanks for showing me your asshole earlier.”

Mickey laughed. “No sweat. Well, probly some sweat.”

Ian snorted and shook his head. “Shut up. I’m glad we get to do this. It’s nice being with you at bedtime.”

“Be nicer if it included your dick in my ass, but I guess it’s alright.”

“Want me to tell you about the boring shit now?”

“Might as well.”

“As long as you don’t fall asleep before you tell me you love me, bitch.”

Mickey frowned. “Normal people don’t shout that shit as they’re coming, you freak.”

“I don’t care when you say it, just fit it in.”

It wasn’t really something they could comfortably say to one another on their regular taped prison calls and visits. It was better for Mickey's orientation not to be common knowledge to the wrong people around the joint.

“I love you, you silly bastard, now tell me about your dumbass day.”

Ian smiled brightly. “Franny did the cutest shit…”

Mickey half-listened, content to be in the distant presence of Ian’s face, voice, and manner; imagining a day soon to come when they would be reunited for good in the great wide open.

#ian x mickey #fanfic #gallavich #fanfiction #asks #answers

[misterbitches]

i live in a universe where if i were to walk down the street i could get murdered willy nilly cos im black but men are out here going around being like “my boyfriend and i met when he was a junior in high school” i don’t believe in jail and i try not to make jail jokes but HOW IS THAT FAIR? JAIL!!! GUILLOTINE!!!! GET THIS MAN A RETIREMENT FUND AND A THERAPIST

that dialogue was fucking embarrassing. he shoulda just said “im 12 yrs older than him” no one needs to know u were 30 dating a 17 year old u insecure freak. retire bitch and get away from her

 i wanted muren so badly to be like “LMAO SRY didnt mean to seem surprised i just like men my own age i guess?” i wouldnt have even apologized if i was surprised. my friend was dating someone ten yrs younger than him and i made fun of him for it and he was like “i know” bc he does know.

just a tip: i don’t like getting hit on by men way older than me, a lot of people don’t. i’ve had men who are 36 interested in me when i was 23, and i reciprocated, but now as i am 29 and older i realize how much it confused me and how i didn’t like it.

age gaps are what they are. ther’es many times i do not like it especially if it is a pattern (this is what happens in tv shows and movies and the opposite of that isn’t gay age gaps or power imbalances or women much older than a younger man ok that’s not progress it’s just peopl ewanting to be like cis men and no one wants that) and esp if the person’s peers are all their ages. people seem to forget that we travel in the same social circles on purpose due to our environments and also our world experiences. the only way to meet an older man is outside of school and yet adults can’t seem to control themselves?

i saw this person who was one of the editors of sexual hegemony (a book on capitalism and homophobic laws and sex basically idk google it it’s interesting) and he was trying to have a foucultian outlook (i hate focault btw doesn’t mean what he says wasnt interesting but it does mean i am not okay with psychosexual philosophers who take advantage of people. the only testament against him having reltaions with younger people is a bunch of young people i nfucking tunisia and there’s an excuse that he wasn’t a fucking pedophile he was those ebebebbeopopopo people and it doesnt matter when ur in fucking tunisia as a white french algerian fucking preying on children) how age of consent laws desexualize younger people. they were passed for  abunch of reasons like any law but here is the thing

we have no business in being in spaces to determine children’s sexual identity and teenagers in their own realm. THEY need to figure it out. our job as adults is to PROTECT THEM full stop. not intrude on their lfe and not give them the tools to decide for themselves. age of consent laws are meant to protect not to facilitate children against some boogeyman of sex. the issue is the way our society views it but young people are sexual AS YOUNG PEOPLE. it has NOTHING to do with adults and it shouldn’t. that’s why it is extra fucking intrusive when you are literally wedged into someone’s life who you have no business being around. it’s only by fucking circumstance. it’s abysmal and not cute. 

what this tells me is that the age gap is salacious. not in the way that i was 23 and a man was 36. in the way that he was 17 and this dude was 29. that’s interesting right? it’s “oooh” and it means we shouldn’t balk at it. saying 12 years would have sufficed, raises some eyebrows, and we can figure out the dynamics after but you just had to put that in BECAUSE YOU FUCKING LIKE IT but the thing is there’s no part of it that was fun. i’m just going to assume you like fucking teenagers bc that’s what it’s telling me lmao

i rarely talk about this couple but to put them in my eyeballs and then have that stupid conversation it was insulting lmao god please get a fucking script supervisor fuck but none of them care about sotry or any of what i fucking laid out. how stupid and careless and just unfun. i don’t like it. also ew at the idea of 2 tops and 2 bottoms talking oh my god i am gonna give myself a heart attack i’m already so fucking anxious i have to see my family lemme chill

im 29 and feel bad having a crush on a 23 year old CELEBRITY ok and i SHOULD feel ashamed and it’s not even a big deal that’s how everyone should approach life tbqh u walk around like ur 100 yrs old to avoid children. oh what’s that this korean cebrity learned english and moved to america to start a family with me and i find him very hot and i like his voice but we’re 6 years apart i’m not sure if i would work (how fun of a drama would that be. pointless and ridiculous. i love it.)

oh there’s a great review on CMBYN and its history and how the isolation and seeclusion was so fuckign capitalist bougie patriarchy and yea idk if anyone is interested. i think it’s ironic the ending for the people in CMBYN irl bc it’s just. so indicative of this shit. i dont like guadignino (idk is that how u spell his name) and think he’s not a great....person or director (i love the look of suspiria tho likke visually and edited. the DP was thai btw! he did an amazing job!!!) but it critiques this film from a perspective of someone who clearly at least cares about artistry, no matter how poorly i think he executes it, and just how hollow it is. the thing about “escapism” is that it relies on the harsh realities of the world to make it opposite, everything has context, nothing is apolitical. to make something that exists in a vacuum is negligent and it doesn’t help you escape it makes you even more tied to this world and its flaws because it doesn’t do anything to mitigate it.

people view it as like “we can put something stupid on screen and people have to accept it in this world” but that isn’t how IT WORKS. you hvae to build up the stakes of the world. but i can’t see introducing some “taboo” (see: stupid) elements and pretending the escapism is seeing this and allowing it. how could it be when the problem is the nature of the rship itself? what world are you taking us to? and why does this world ignore the pressing realities? and i wouldnt say either of these are explicit escapism (i think i hate that word now) becuase um they arent. this fantastical generally rich people escapism isn’t about bending things that don’t work to mold it into our society because WE DO THAT ALREADY it’s about taking those things and twisting them to something we can accept and like or something that has real consequences for people. it’s so funny how marketing and the idea of pc culture and shit and conservative ideology seeps into these. they have  an explicit interest in holding the status quou of taking advantage of people and using their power; age is a huge structure to do so. in this society when we struggle why would its existence not be challenged? because rape, ridiculous rships, abusive rships, torture etc is a power move, conservatives rest on it and people who gain power. what about that is appealing? making it gay? well, no. especially because men DO have power. 

every fucking thing in BL is a reflection of of patriarchy honestly. i can admit that and i’m not okay with it but it’s consumption. there’s a way to make this decent or entertaining without it being so fucking poorly done. and atp i dont even want to call things bl it’s a tv show just bc it’s for a certain audience doesnt mean anything do better idiots

#i am soooooo #history 4 #history 4: close to you #history 3 #history 3: make our days count

[tigerdrop]

Something in me tells me I shouldn't enable you to write horny shit, but let's be honest, we want to see it. I'm rather curious of how you're gonna process that scene and make it horny, literally been wondering since I first saw it. I feel you're gonna give me another disease and I don't know how to feel about it.

god ok this is like string of consciousness shit b/c my brain is spinning at 5000 rpm and you know whats gonna be under this readmore so dont bitch at me about it. dont look at this dont read this im sorry

like not to be a freak or anything but also the bit where benreys keeping him stuck in the stall. that had horny energies to me

makes it so that benrey shows up just like half a minute earlier and gordons bladder-shy so he cant actually fuckin finish the job while benreys in there........dudes been waiting for a month okay hes gonna have a hard time 

i really do want this bitch to call gordon a dirty lil boy and make fun of him for the mess he made but for . you know. that reason. THE reason

want him to be like "clumsy, arentcha" when gordons struggling to undo his HEV suit b/c his hands are shaking so bad from the desperation.......pressing gordon up against a stall to do it for him while hes begging benrey to hurry up, its his fucking fault that gordons like this 

utterly obsessed with his suit starting to suck him off when hes in situations like this b/c it detects the elevated adrenaline and heartbeat and him getting a little hard from being pushed around like this and it kicks in automatically

especially b/c it makes it that much harder for a dude to relieve himself......its agonizing

"some kinda science......genius.......you are. cant even get this thing off yourself.......maybe you shoulda gone to........piss school. for idiots" 

cue high pitched, nervous, horny laughter like what the fuck is he saying. IM GOING INSANE THINKING ABOUT ALL THE NERVOUS GIDDY LAUGHTER IN THIS SCENE

telling gordon not to look and making him go stand in the corner but hes too fucking stupid to just go into the stall and take care of business

doesnt even think about it b/c his hearts pounding so much from benrey showing up for the first time in ages just to bully him in a fucking theatre bathroom.......and he likes it whats his problem

gordon just like "okay, fine! ill just, take care of business in here" once benrey bullies him to go into the stall........and benreys like, haha, what? and opens the door just to fuck with him.....and when gordon is like "oh my GOD fine fine fine ill get out" benrey shuts the door on him again and hes so caught up in playfighting with benrey by trying to open the door and having it be shut in his face again he forgets that he can just take a piss now if benreys trying to hold the door closed

IM GOING INSANE. THE PLAYFIGHTING. IT WAS SO MUCH

JUST HAVING SOME GIGGLES WITH THE GUY I INSIST IS MY ENEMY WHILE WERE TALKING ABOUT PISS IN THE BATHROOM 

i just auggufhughfugh i cant get over all the GIGGLING.......like......both of them knowing What This Is and gordon still tittering like a fucking schoolgirl the whole time b/c hes nervous but its like a giddy nervousness. he likes being fucked with

and like......the way gordon goes along with everything benrey says so easily.......it feels like. it feels like a Kink Scene. like they Discussed it

thinking about. benrey really taking his time undoing those latches. making gordon squirm and bitch at him to go faster. "maybe you should, uh, ask nicely, huh? like a good boy?" and gordon has to wrench his eyes shut from how hot that gets him. and thats what gets him to finally say "please hurry up benrey oh my god" and when benrey finally gets him undone he just.......stands there. watching. doesnt pull off the codpiece or anything, just leaves it like that. and gordons like "uh okay can i. can i go now please" benreys just like "i dunno man......can you? you really gonna show me your meat like that? thats nasty" but hes grinning the whole time he says it

and tl;dr he gets gordon to take it off right there and show off his dick (which is, uhh, painfully hard from all the sucking-off his suits been doing) and gordons like "jesus christ ok you got to see my dick and you got to jerk me around. what more do you want" and benrey. touches it. grabs it in his hand. and just casually admits "i wanna see you piss yourself man" outright and gordon nearly passes out b/c half his blood is going to his face and half to his dick and none of its left in his brain

cue more of that high-pitched nervous laughter b/c haha, what

"im-- im not gonna do that, man, thats-- thats gross. and especially not when youre-- when youve got your hand on my dick, jesus, theres like 6 urinals in here you can just-- you can just watch if you wanna be fucking weird" and benrey just shrugs and is like "yeah i know thats kind of the point" WRT touching gordons dick right now

the struggle between "liking to do what benrey tells him to do" and "feeling humiliated at the thought of not just pissing himself in a perfectly good public restroom, but doing so while benreys grabbing his dick and calling him a nasty little boy and starting to stroke him off" making gordon fucking combust 

and eventually gordon slams his head back against the stall wall and is like, "fucking, okay, jesus, but i cant just-- i cant just do this shit on command, okay, i dont know" b/c he had never envisioned that it would come to this and the way benreys talking to him right now makes it a hell of a lot easier for him to just.......follow benreys lead and do what he says

benreys like "i got time bro. you might wanna hurry up tho, somebody could walk in here, like, whenever. you really want tommy to see you like this? kinda sick, man" and gordon makes a desperate sound b/c no he fucking does not and the humiliation is so real that its turning him beet red 

so. you know. you end up with. gordon actually trying really hard to piss himself. benreys encouraging him and bullying him at the same time and he really wants to do what benrey says right now

but hes struggling against both his boner and his bladder-shyness so its not just like he can instantly make it happen......so benrey maybe.......slides his other hand up under the HEV suit. presses down right at the base of his stomach

and gordon whimpers as thats just the impetus he needed to finally let go......and it takes so fucking long even though hes not trying to hold it in in the slightest......and thats when benrey finally calls him a dirty lil boy and tells him to look at the mess he made. stroking him off even more while he does it

i just. i really want gordon to actually be trying to piss himself for once b/c benrey asks him to,

OKAY. BYE. BYE. BYE. I HAVE TO GO

#asky #writin stuff

[cynthiaandsamus]

Custom Toonami Block Week 72 Rundown

Code Geass: Lelouch continues his plan to kidnap a little Chinese girl and Todoh gets to show off his new Zangetsu so the Black Knights enjoy having two Knightmares worth a damn for once, though as if on cue Kallen gets caught in the most bullshit way possible bringing them back down to one Ace. Xingke has home field advantage and a new Knightmare with spinny dealies and turns Zero’s bullshit tactics of fighting in the one place that basically wipes out the enemy for him against him. However the gods of the Code Geass world themselves said “You know Xingke’s way too OP, better Kimimaro him and make it so he’s terminally ill so he can’t do too much” so now the Black Knights are literally backed into a cave and instead of letting Xingke just finish the job the Chinese government swoops in with Britannian reinforcements to try and claim victory and seize power all at once. Also Lelouch is somehow back at school despite being in China and I don’t remember this part at all but I guess it answers my question from last time. I think it has something to do with Sayoko and  realistic Lupin III style mask or something.

Inuyasha: The Panther Demon filler continues as Inuyasha’s Group, Koga and his two goons and Sesshomaru/Jaken make their way into Panther Demon territory after Inuyasha breaks their barrier. Koga meets up with Royokhan and gets the low down on the Panther Demon backstory with Taiga killing their leader hundreds of years ago and then Sesshomaru beating them 50 years ago but losing a lot of men in the process. It’s kind of a neat turn seeing Jaken go try to get Inuyasha and Sesshomaru’s like “fine I guess we’ll let him help” and then getting mad when he finds out he can’t even come because he’s nailed to a tree. Like it’s a weird bit of complexity for Sesshomaru to feel betrayed by not getting help he never really wanted and now being determined to fight off the Panthers alone. Anyway all the groups square off against the Panther mini-bosses, Lightning Panther beats Miroku and Sango and gets them captured with Kagome, Wind Panther fights Koga to a draw, Ice Panther continues her beef with Sesshomaru and Fire Panther keeps teasing Inuyasha. It’s kinda nice that they give every group someone to fight and something to do but I kinda wish these fights lasted longer and Fire/Ice panther were scaled up a bit to match Inuyasha and Sesshomaru’s power because they’re firing huge sword beams at this point and it just doesn’t seem like they’d have this much trouble with them. Also Jaken and Inuyasha meet and both of them are like ‘hey you seen my group?’ which I just thought was funny.

Yu Yu Hakusho: A new arc begins and honestly this is the Yu Yu Hakusho arc I remember the least because I think I missed an episode or two in the middle of it since YYH came on right around when I got home from school back in the day. But yeah, Kuwabara suddenly decides he doesn’t wanna do demon shit anymore and Yusuke’s like “fine it wasn’t your job anyway you made me let you come last time” and then Kuwabara immediately backpedals on it because there’s a hot girl he wants to save. Also they still need to give Keiko a lame backstory about Yusuke interning with a detective that doesn’t explain all the zombies after her but Kuwabara’s sister being like “Damn who’s the spirit baby, here’s $50 for the bus” is fine apparently. Anyway we get the Toguro brothers’ introduction and it’s neat to see them effortlessly make Yukina cry to make jewels and then have Younger Toguro give her some advice about making herself cry on cue so she doesn’t have to suffer every time which is some weird tough love take it or leave it advice that says a lot about his character right away. Also Yusuke and Kuwabara fight a giant plant demon who’s all like “Yeah I’m a demon but I got bills to pay bitch” and like what bills does a demon have and why can’t they just steal from the rich human but it doesn’t matter because Yusuke and Kuwabara just blow him away.

Fate Zero: So the church is like ‘yo free Command Seal to whoever fucks up Caster’ which is strange because yeah Caster’s killing children and shit but UBW Caster killed a bunch of peeps too and no one blinked an eye and Kiritsugu blew up a fucking building and no one cares so I have no idea where the line is here. Also Iskandar gets a shirt from amazon and it’s hilarious but he forgot to order pants and Waver tells him he’s not allowed to wear pants until he murders a historical figure and Iskander’s like “you know what that’s fair” so he’s just gonna be freeballing it for a while I guess. Strategy meeting with Kiritsugu, Iris and Saber happens and Saber seems more than a little pissy that Kiritsugu doesn’t address her directly and is basically treating her like a Pokemon. They talk about the four spots the grail can appear at and since we’ve already seen UBW we know it’s gonna be in the huge residential place so it can murder everyone and also Shirou. Also Caster shows up for Tentacle Hentai time with Saber along with more child murder but Lancer’s like “Hey I am the Vegeta of this story and no one kills Saberot but me” while Kiritsugu does his Homura Akemi thing to fight off Kayneth’s T-1000 Black Clover Nozel Silva Mercury Magic which is just amazingly amusing to me that Kiritsugu’s fighting style is to just shoot all these demi-god mages in the face and end his battles in the most anticlimactic way possible.

Konosuba: So Kazuma’s dead again. Shoulda really occurred to him sooner that dying again would get him reincarned again but nah, Samurai Santa has to come off him so he can meet Eris but he actually seems to miss his friends a bit. Like he doesn’t ask to go back specifically we’re not being that cheesy here but considering Kazuma’s two purposes in this story are to complain and explain the joke it is nice that he has some lingering feelings for his party. Then Aqua’s all “Hey fucker get back here, you’re not getting rid of me that easily” and despite Eris saying they can’t just revive him because he doesn’t belong there Aqua just does it anyway, really gives the vibe of an older coworker being like “you’re not supposed to do it this way but this is the way I do it” kind of deal. But yeah Kazuma has a crush on Eris now and despite these guys saying how much they hate being in a group together they sure seem to turn down every out they have to get away from each other, idk I get the joke and jadedness but a little more sincerity would be nice.

Sailor Moon Crystal: Usagi wakes up at Mamoru’s place and he gives her his backstory about how he became Amnesiac Batman in Evening Wear. Luna knows Sailor V but for some reason is really cagey about divulging that to the rest of the group even though literally everyone has been assembled now. There’s a dated plot about Blockbuster taking over people’s minds that Usagi literally handwaves away when Zoisite comes out and punches her and defeats the whole team with one dark energy wave. Tuxedo Mask comes in and punches him in the face and then remembers he doesn’t have any powers and gets owned. The two have a sweet but ultimately cringy reunion before Sailor V saves their worthless asses.

Durarara!!:  With Mikado’s status as Founder of the Dollars revealed, Seiji goes on a stabbing rampage again and luckily keeps stabbing the only people that don’t actually get hurt by it, this time being Celty. Celty’s about to go grim reaper on Seiji’s worthless ass before Mika Harima runs in and tells everyone she isn’t really Celty’s head, weirdly enough Mikado recognizes this right before she says anything somehow, like makes sense Celty realizes it’s not her head but Mikado has no frame of reference aside from knowing she was wearing Mika’s clothes which in her cover story would be explained by Celty’s head leeching off Mika’s dead body. But yeah despite Seiji spending 18 hours a day staring at Mika he apparently couldn’t tell either which really throws a wrench in his “power of love justifies indiscriminate murder” philosophy which amuses both Izaya and me. Mikado breaks down the craziness that’s just transpired what with the stalking, murder, incest, identity theft, actual theft, and stabbing and tries to put a positive spin on it in that Seiji and Mika are both fucking crazy and deserve each other but it’s a hard sell my dude. Izaya tells Mikado that he’s going to be an excitement junkie like him soon if he keeps ramping up life in this crazy city and Celty just kinda forgives Shinra for knowing where her head is without telling her and also plastic surgerizing a yandere girl to look like her and give her her name which seems a little weird for them to just punch each other and call it a wash when Shinra was arguably as yandere as Mika here and they still get unofficially married. Seiji tells Mika he doesn’t love her but because of all the shit she went through to literally mold herself into the object of his obsession he guess she can hang around until he gets the headless sex toy of his dreams so… happy ending I guess. Everyone in this town is fucking crazy and they forgive each other way too easily but for a show that swings back and forth between how fucked up people are and saying humanity is fundamentally pretty decent I guess that’s kind of the point.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Code Geass #Inuyasha #Yu Yu Hakusho #Fate Zero #Konosuba #Sailor Moon Crystal #Durarara!!

[returnn-of-the-mac]

Hello! Sorry to bother, but could you possibly do the companions +Maxson reacting to Sosu begin almost killed by a raider in power armor because the raider stepped on Sosu (Who had been previously knocked down) and the raider just slowly keeps adding pressure. I'd greatly prefer romance, if I may. Thank you for your time! I also apologize if this is too graphic, you don't have to do this if it's too gross.

I got really into this one. I’m a sucker for the romanced companions. Please enjoy!

FO4 (❤️) Companions (+Nick, Deacon, & Maxson) React: Sole Getting Slowly Crushed By a Raider in Power Armor

Sole and their companion had spent the greater half of the day attempting to take over Outpost Zimonja from a group of Raiders, and they appeared to have the upper hand.

Just when they thought they had taken out the final Raider, Sole was roughly picked up and slammed onto the ground facedown.

The Raider boss— a man in power armor who called himself Boomer— placed a foot on Sole’s back.

Sole yelped in pain, and the Raider boss let out a sinister laugh.

He stepped on Sole harder, this time resulting in a sickening crack.

Sole’s eyes began to water, and Boomer looked menacingly at [companion].

Preston:

“Is this really necessary?” Preston pled, “How you Raiders get satisfaction from torturing others is beyond me.”

Boomer laughed thunderously.

“Because,” he said, pressing down harder on Sole, “It’s fun to watch them suffer.”

Preston clenched his teeth. He didn’t have the manpower to take down the Raider.

Or did he?

“Now are ya gonna do anything? Or is your little friend gonna be squished like a Radroach?”

Preston set off a flare.

Boomer did not take kindly to this.

“Why I oughta—“

Crack!

Preston used the butt of his musket to crack the Raider’s helmet.

Before the Raider could fight back, he was brought down by the force of about ten bodies tackling him in unison.

The Minutemen had arrived.

Preston ran over to Sole, helped them up, checked to see if they were okay, and then got right back into the heat of the battle.

The surprise ambush had severely weakened Boomer’s armor. He eventually succumbed to the relentless attacks.

“Thank you, everyone. We couldn’t have defeated him without your help.”

When the Minutemen had dispersed, Preston approached Sole and pulled them into a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispered, “I love you.”

Hancock:

“If you think I’m just gonna sit her and let ya step all over my friend here, then you’ve got another thing comin, punk,” Hancock threatened.

Boomer laughed.

“Yeah? And what’s a ghoul gonna do about it? I could probably snap ya in half between my pinky and my thumb.”

Hancock smirked before reaching into his coat and pulling out a syringe of psychobuff. He injected himself with it, and his mouth immediately contorted into a deranged grin.

“Shoulda quit while you were ahead, pal,” Hancock stated before charging at the enemy.

Boomer staggered a bit, buying Hancock enough time to whip out his knife and stab the Raider’s helmet.

His drug-induced jabs were strong enough to smash through the protective facepiece and right into the Raider’s eyeball.

“ARGH! My fuckin eye!”

Hancock didn’t stop.

He stabbed the raider in the face so frantically that his enemy had become almost unrecognizable.

Boomer fell to the ground just as the drugs began to wear off. Hancock then pulled out his shotgun and blew the man’s head off.

After he was sure Boomer was dead, he helped Sole to their feet, pulling them into a tight embrace.

“That’s what he gets for messin with us, doll,” the ghoul rasped, gently petting Sole’s hair, “I’m just glad you’re doin okay.”

Gage:

“Boomer! What the fuck,” Gage hollered, “Back off!”

“Aw, looks like Gagey’s getting soft, ey?” The raider taunted.

Gage growled.

“You n your little clique here has done nothin but cause problems. We sent ya out here to claim this turf. And ya have. But for yerselves. You lyin, greedy sacks of shit,” the raider continued, “And now yer gonna crush the fuckin overboss? The fuck’s the matter with ya? They already want you dead over in Nuka World. Why not give em another fuckin reason?”

“Do ya think I give a rat’s ass about the overboss, Gage?” he hissed, “The last one ya picked was a fuckin tool. Screwed us all over. How can we trust this one ain’t equally as shitty?”

Boomer chuckled and pressed down harder, causing Sole’s nose to spew blood.

Gage had had enough. He picked up a molotov and whipped it straight into the Raider’s head.

The force of the throw caused the fiery bottle to shatter across Boomer’s face, prompting him to roar in pain.

“Fuck you, Boomer,” Gage as he cradled a severly injured Sole in his arms. He looked at them softly, “Sorry ya had to suffer like that, babe. Ya gonna be alright?”

Sole nodded and Gage gave them a tight hug.

“Yer a real trooper, bo

Cait

Without hesitation, Cait whipped out her baseball bat.

“That’s it! I’m gonna bash yer skull in ye bastard!”

The redhead proceded to furiously whack Boomer on the arms, legs, chest, and head.

The Raider chuckled before lifting Cait off the ground and throwing her behind him like a ragdoll.

Cait hit the ground with a sickening thud before hearing Sole cry out again.

Boomer was crushing them.

Cait racked her brain for ideas when she spotted it: the fusion core.

She gripped her bat tight and bashed the core with all her might. It shattered into a million pieces.

The power armor went limp and she charged into it, effectively knocking Boomer to the ground.

She pulled out her shotgun, ripped off Boomer’s helmet, and stuffed the barrel into his mouth.

“You sure do know how to show a girl a good time,” she scoffed, pulling the trigger.

She scrambled over to her lover, sitting them upright.

“Yer safe now. Please, talk to me darlin,” she pled, slightly shaking Sole. Hert companion groaned and cracked an eye open.

“Yer alive! Oh, thank god!” She exclaimed, planting a rough kiss on their cheek, “I knew ye wouldn’t let yerself die to a spineless raider!”

Piper:

“Stop! You’re hurting [him/her]!”

“You got a good set of eyes there, doll.” Boomer hissed. He applied more pressure to Sole’s back and they let out a weak cry.

“Oh god…”

“Ya gonna try tah free em, or am I gonna haveta crush em?”

Piper racked her brain for ideas, but she was so flustered she couldn’t think of any. He was frozen.

The raider applied more pressure and Sole’s nose started to bleed.

“Blue! I—” before she could finish, something caught her eye. A note.

Boomer if we fucking find out where you’ve been hiding.

We’re coming after you. And we’re going to fucking murder you.

-Shank

Piper grabbed the note and held it up.

“Look bud. I know you’re in some hot water with the raiders, and I happen to be a reporter,” Piper announced, “Let my friend go, or I will make sure every raider across the Commonwealth knows where you’re hiding. Got it?”

Boomer growled.

“Why you little— I oughta— I— argh! Fine!” He said, stepping off Sole and kicking them to the side, “This weak fucker ain’t worth sparin with any of the raider gangs.”

He turned on his heels.

“Not a fuckin peep about my whereabouts. Got it, bitch?”

Piper nodded. “You got it.”

When Shank was out of sight, Piper lifted her injured companion into her arms.

“Oh, Blue. I’m so sorry I couldn't help you sooner than I did,” she cried, “But I’m so happy you’re alive!”

The reporter proceeded to shower her lover in kisses as they weakly clung to her.

MacCready:

“What’s your problem? Let [him/her] go!”

Boomer laughed, “Yeah. I don’t think that’s gonna happen, little man.”

MacCready grit his teeth.

“How much do you want?”

Boomer stopped laughing, his face suddenly serious.

“How much you’ve got to offer?”

MacCready laughed, “Look dude. I know how this goes. I’m not going to be the first to number drop. You want the caps, you name the price.”

Boomer rolled his eyes.

“Fine. 2500.”

“A little high, dontcha think?”

Sole glared at MacCready. If looks could kill, the merc would be six feet under. He caught their gaze and winked at them.

“2300.”

“Do I look like I’m made of caps, pal,” MacCready pressed, “2000 and you got yourself a deal.”

“Fine! Fine! Just give me my fucking money.” Boomer huffed.

MacCready fished through his duster and pulled out the caps.

The Raider greedily accepted the caps and turned around to walk away.

MacCready then helped Sole to their feet and briefly assessed them to see if they had any life-threatening injuries.

They didn’t.

Before Sole had the chance to rip MacCready a new one,however, he gave them a quick peck on the forehead, equipped his sniper, and climbed onto a bluff.

Boomer was still in plain sight. MacCready smirked as he aimed for the fusion core and shot.

He saw Boomer’s armor go limp, before watching him crawl out.

“Excellent.”

The merc aimed for the Raider’s head, held his breath, and pulled the trigger. He watched his enemies head explode, creating a shower of blood and skull fragments.

He then slid down from the bluff and ran up to Sole, pulling them into a hug.

“Before you kill me! I knew the only way to get him off you was to offer caps. I didn’t want to esculate the situation,” MacCready explained. He planted a gentle kiss on the top of Sole’s head, “I didn’t want to risk him hurting you. I didn’t...I couldn’t...I wouldn’t be able to watch you suffer like that. I love you too much.”

Nick:

Ting!

Something barely noticeable hit Boomer’s armor.

“The fuck was that?” He asked, looking around, “Was that you,tin can?”

“Says the guy in the power armor.”

“Yeah, whatever. It was probably a bug or some shit.

Nick smirked and put away the syringer rifle he was holding; the Raider was completely oblivious to the hack dart he had been struck with.

“You know Boomer, I think it would be more badass to crush [name] with your fists. I mean anybody can get crushed. It happens all the time.”

Sole looked horrified, but Nick continued.

“But to crush the life out of someone with your fists, Now that. That’s nothing to scoff at.”

The raider contemplated for a moment and agreed.

“You know what, grandpa? You’re right.”

Boomer picked Sole off the ground with the intent to squeeze the life out of them.

Sole closed their eyes and grit their teeth. They couldn’t believe Valentine, of all people, was a traitor.

“This is gonna be fun” Boomer growled, “Rest in pe—“

He suddenly dropped Sole.

“Hey what the hell?”

He then started to punch himself in the face.

“What...the fuck...is...argh! Goin on!?”

“Stop hitting yourself,” Nick teased, controlling the power armor’s actions, “Why are you hitting yourself?”

“Leave me—argh! Alone!”

“Fine, fine,” Nick agreed, putting down the controls, “Run along now, Boomer.”

“Yeah, I will! And Tenpines Bluff is gonna get the blunt of my anger!”

“He just had to push it, didn’t he?”

Boomer turned on his heels and fled.

Just before he was out of sight, Nick pressed a button and the power armor exploded, instantly killing the hostile Raider.

“Yeah, he isn’t going to be messing with any settlements on my watch,” Nick stated, while walking over to his lover. He held out a hand and Sole accepted it.

“Glad to see you’re alright, dear,” Nick said, pulling Sole into a hug and giving them a kiss on the cheek, “Now. Shall we get moving?”

Curie:

“[Name]!” Curie called, “I will get you vree!”

“Like hell you will.” Boomer called, swinging at Curie. She dodged, and then pulled out a knife.

“Zir! I eenzist you stop!”

Boomer grabbed at her and tried to fling her to the side, but Curie clamped onto his arm.

“H-Hey! Get off!”

He tried shaking her off, but she wouldn’t budge.

“Eef power armor ees anyzing like human anatomy, zen— ”

She swung her knife under the crack between the helmet and the chest piece and sparks went flying. She had severed one of the most important wires in the suit.

“Aha!”

“Argh! You bitch, what the hell did you do!? My power armor ain’t workin!”

Curie took a deep breath and calmed herself before mustering a powerful voice, “Leave or eet eez you’re neck...uh...zir!”

The raider grumbled.

“Fine, whatever. This dump ain’t worth all the trouble anyway.”

When the raider had stomped out of sight, Curie giggled.

“Did I zound zcary, [Madame/Monsieur]? I’ve been practicing my inteemidating voice!”

She helped Sole up and pulled them into an embrace.

“I’m zo glad you are zafe, my love,” Curie whispered, “I was truly worried.”

Danse:

Danse didn’t hesitate— he charged directly at Boomer in his own set of power armor.

The raider was taken aback by Danse’s swift response and staggered a bit.

Danse used this moment of hesitation to deliver a powerful blow to the enemy’s fusion core.

“Shit!”

Shards of glass flew in every direction, the dead suit slumping into a useless pile of metal.

Boomer was forced to crawl out of the suit and meet his opponent face-to-face.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Danse asked, towering over the Raider.

“Fuck you,” Boomer cursed, “Why don’t ya come outta your power armor and make it an even fight?”

“I’m not fighting for entertainment purposes,” Danse explained, trying his hardest to keep his cool, “You tried to kill my friend, and I’m not standing for it.”

“Yeah? And what’s stoppin me now, huh? Just cuz I don’t have fancy armor doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna kill [him/her]!”

“You lay one finger on [him/her], you’re dead,” Danse growled, “Leave. Now.”

“Urgh. Fine. None of ya’lls are worth my time anyway. I’ll just go slaughter some stupid settlers. They’re easy pickins anyway.”

Just as Boomer turned his back, Danse picked him up and piledrived him into the concrete ground. The force of the impact made the Raider’s head splatter.

Sole looked appalled and Danse furrowed his eyebrows.

“I...I didn’t mean for his demise to be quite so...barbaric. I just couldn't stand by and let him walk free knowing he was going to murder innocent civilians,” Danse shook his head, “But enough about that. Are you okay, [name]?”

Sole nodded and Danse smiled. He planted a gentle kiss on the top of their head and opened his arms as if to embrace them, but playfully ruffled their hair instead.

“I would have given you a hug, but I’m sure you’ve exceeded your crushed-by-power-armor quota for the day.”

Maxson

“As the Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, I order you to let my partner free.”

“Big talk from a little man in a fluffy jacket.”

Maxson clenched his fist. “You’re digging your own grave, punk.”

Boomer smirked.

“Oh, really? Well, what are you going to do about it?” He hissed, pressing down on Sole’s back harder. Sole let out a yelp.

“This!” Maxson tossed a signal grenade and within seconds two Vertibirds appeared overhead.

“What is this shit?”

A storm of bullets rained down on the Raider.

“ARGH!!”

Sole got pelted by a few bullets, but the Raider absorbed most of them.

The next thing they knew, Sole was being lifted off the ground

“You’re safe now, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” Maxson reassured, carrying Sole to the nearest Vertibird, “I wasn’t going to let that scoundrel crush you.”

When Sole and Maxson made it into the aircraft, the Elder planted a kiss on their forehead.

“We’ll have Cade examine you for injuries, but you should be alright. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Deacon:

Deacon— who had managed to strip down to his underwear and throw on a brahmin skull— started clapping, prompting Boomer to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“Wha—?”

“Congrats! You’ve passed!” Deacon exclaimed.

“Passed? Passed what? Who the fuck are you?”

Deacon pretended to be surprised.

“Wha—you don’t know me? I’m Bones. From HQ? I was sent out to test the raider bosses. Yanno, see if they can hold their own against intruders.”

Boomer scoffed, “Well of course I fuckin passed then. I ain’t no pushover.”

“Right,” Deacon smirked, “Well, you’ve earned yourself a shipment of supplies. Just clean up the corpses and let my partner go.”

Boomer nodded and stepped off Sole. Sole took a few moments to recuperate before scrambling to their feet. Deacon winked at them,

“Thanks. We’ll be on our way now.”

When Sole and Deacon had gotten far enough away from the raider boss, the duo loaded up a Fat Man and sent a mini nuke his way.

“Enjoy the shipment, jackass!”

#fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 #danse #paladin danse #hancock #deacon #maccready #piper #curie #cait #gage #nick valentine #valentine #maxson #react

[beeblebrox-be-damned]

Silohuette (Part 7: Organ Formation)

Dark!Bucky x Reader TW: NONCON/DUBCON ITS HERE MY DUDES. I FIGURED I’D MADE YA’LL WAIT LONG ENOUGH.

Bucky sighed as he lowered you onto the couch. Your limp form sprawled out almost lifelessly across the cushions. Your face was expressionless, but he almost preferred that to what he knew was to come. You would be devastated when you woke up.

He’d heard your screams and cries before Steve had knocked him unconscious. He knew something had broken then, the fragile trust that was slowly building over weeks of quiet companionship was shattered. You had ran from him. He sighed angrily.

You had ran away. You hadn’t even hesitated.

He exited the basement and climbed the stairs, rubbing his temples in frustration. he emerged into the living-room where Steve sat with brows furrowed. The blond looked up at him.

“Hey,” he said softly. There was still some hesitation in his eyes, but Bucky knew he’d come all the way around eventually, just as he hoped you would. 

Bucky sat down next to him, sighing gustily. “Hey.” His voice was heavy with sadness and a tinge of hurt. After all he had done for you- was doing for you- you had tried to get away.

Steve placed his hand gently on Bucky’s shoulder. “It’s going to be okay,” he said slowly, mulling over his words as he spoke. “Listen, I- I’m sorry about before. About, y’know…”

Bucky gave a dry laugh and glanced over at his friend with a crooked smile. “I shoulda known it’d happen. America’s Golden Boy-” he elbowed Steve’r ribs “-my ass.”

Steve snorted. “Be quiet and let me apologize, jerk.” His smile faltered as reality set in again. “Look, you can’t keep her down there forever,” he stated bluntly.

Bucky glared playfully at him, eyebrow raised. “You’re not going to knock me out again, are you?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “No. I’m just saying that at some point you’re going to have to let her out, at least out into the main part of the house.”

Bucky nodded, turning his gaze back to the door. “I know. I’m just… tryin’ to figure it all out. It’s not like I really know what I’m doing.”

Steve chuckled. “I’d be worried if you did, buddy.” He paused, considering something. “You learned some… techniques when HYDRA had you, right? For getting information, I mean.”

Bucky nodded slowly. “Some. I only remember a bit of it- from previous missions- but yeah.” 

Steve nodded, looking a bit brighter. “Look, as much as I think this is… morally questionable, I do know that her being here is best. But only as long as she’s not locked up forever.” He shifted in his seat, an idea sparkling behind his eyes. “Hear me out-”

Bucky leaned forward. “I’m all ears, punk.”

Break her.

The words circled through Bucky’s head like a mantra. A sick, twisted mantra.

Break her.

Fingers trailed over your legs, one side cold and the other warm. You sighed in your sleep. The fingers danced closer and closer to the apex of your thighs, nearer and nearer to your pelvis. You gave a soft, sleepy whimper.

One hand rested on your hip. The other- the cold appendage- crawled slowly beneath your shorts. Blunt metal fingers whisked over your clothed entrance, coaxing a breathy moan from your lips as you drifted the line between wake and sleep. A hazy fog of warmth wrapped around you, holding you still.

The fingers slipped beneath the thin cloth of your panties, rubbing slow circles over your folds. You slickened immediately at the touch. One fingertip brushed over your clit. Your hips jerked softly but were held in place by the other hand. You whimpered under your breath.

A cold finger slowly sank into your tight heat, your dripping cunt ready to be filled. Your breathing grew shaky as you began to wake, your senses coming into place. The hands withdrew, taking your shorts and underwear along with them. Your eyes flew open and you looked down, watching in shock as Bucky drew your pants slowly down your legs before flinging them away into the corner of the room.

“What the fuck-” you exclaimed as you jerked your knees toward your bare chest. At least, you tried to pull them upwards. Bucky’s hands locked firmly onto your ankles before you could even get your legs halfway bent.

He looked up at you emotionlessly. You trembled where you sat, blinking wide-eyed at him. “W-what are you doing, B-Bucky,” you stammered, fear settling deep in your gut. Bucky watched you quietly for several moments.

He gave a soft sigh. It was the only betrayal of the emotion that lurked behind his eyes. Asides from that, he was steel, hard and cold. “You tried to leave. You left.”

His voice was even, but it made your anxiety spike. He didn’t sound angry, but you knew he was.

You trembled harder, trying in vain to tug your ankles out of his grip. He tightened his hands, eyes narrowing. You slowly allowed your muscles to go limp. Your tongue darted over your lips as you struggled to think of how to respond.

Bucky beat you to it. His thumbs stroked your skin softly as he spoke. “I suppose it’s understandable, given the situation.” A spark of hope lit within you. Was he going to allow you free?

Reality set in as he continued. He’d brought you back here- you weren’t going to get away. “I haven’t been clear on the rules. I’ve been too lax with you.” He ran one hand up your shin, goosebumps trailing in its wake. “You’ll learn eventually. You’re a smart girl.”

You bit your lip as you tried to process what was happening. Everything seemed to crawl along at a snail’s pace, like a movie in slow motion. Part of you felt far away- terribly far, as though you weren’t even there- as his hand continued upwards. He spread your thighs slowly. Your heart pounded in your chest, like a caged bird beating its wings against the bars of its confinements.

“Pl-ease don’t,” you managed to choke out as he leaned forward. His hot breath ghosted over your folds- shamefully slick- as he redirected his icy blue gaze to your frightened face. “Please.”

A frown twitched over his lips for a fleeting moment before the expressionless mask slipped back into place. “You’ve got to learn. This is where you should be. You’ll be happy here, if you just let yourself relax.”

His metal hand released your other ankle. Both hands now rested on your knees, keeping your leg spread as he placed a firm kiss directly over your clit. You gave a sharp gasp. He withdrew briefly, a thin string of your arousal connected to his plump lip, and then dove back in.

His beard scratched against your delicate skin as his tongue dance between your folds. You yelped as he flattened out his tongue and drug it slowly upwards, pressing against your engorged pearl, before he plunged it inwards. With a sinfully wet-sounding movement, he collected every bit of your sweet nectar, drinking it in like it was water in the driest desert.

You groaned, shutting your eyes tightly. You threaded your fingers through his hair, your reservations draining out of you as pleasure crawled up your spine, fogging your mind. Bucky smirked against your core as he ate you out, hungry to please you, to show you just how happy he could make you.

His flesh fingers found their way to your cunt, diving in and out of your soaked slit as his tongue made quick work of your clit. Tautness built in your body, each nerve winding tighter and tighter, your skin abuzz with anticipation. Your lips parted in a silent cry as you tipped over the edge, body eager for climax despite the situation.

You almost sobbed when Bucky pulled away. Your orgasm ground to a halt before it could even begin, your muscles clenching in desperation. He withdrew his fingers, popping them in his mouth, sucking them clean of your sweet cream.

You whimpered, your body aching. “Pl-ease, I need to-” you cried pitifully “-need to…”

Bucky gave a gentle smile as he pulled his fingers from his mouth, swiping his tongue over his lips. “Alright, babydoll. Since you asked nicely.”

You expected him to resume his position between your legs, but instead, you found yourself flipped over. Your knees sank into the plush area rug, your torso resting on the cushion of the couch. You froze in shock as your heard the click of a belt buckle and the rustle of stiff fabric.

Bucky plunged into you without warning. You yelped loudly, the burn of stretching to take his massive cock painful but irresistible. He groaned loudly, hands kneading your hips.

“F-uck, babydoll…” His voice was strained. “So fucking tight. Oh god-” He twitched his hips forward experimentally before pulling away and slamming forward. The couch jolted with the force of his thrust. Your fingers tightened around the couch cushion, desperate for an anchor as he set a brutal pace, fucking you raw.

“God,” he grunted, “shoulda done this sooner.” He panted in your ear as he ground down on you, his pelvis rutting against your ass as he pressed his weight forward. “Fuck-”

The orgasm you’d been denied earlier spiraled closer and closer. All it took to push you over the precipice was a brief brush of your clit against the couch’s cushion. You bit down on your lip as your muscles clenched, bucking backwards and impaling yourself further on Bucky’s cock. He cried out as you tightened around him, exploding inside over your tight cunt, ropes of thick cum filling you.

He continued to thrust through your simultaneous climaxes until the last of his cum was deep inside you. He was panting loudly, as were you. You went limp against the couch as he pulled out of you. Your head rested on the cushion, your eyes closed tightly as your struggled to comprehend what you’d just done.

You heard the rustle of Bucky’s jeans and the click of his belt buckling back in place as you lay trembling. A trickle of cum worked its way down the inside of your thigh, tickling. You were too worn to care. Bucky stood, brushing your hair out of your face gently. He made his way towards the door.

“Dinner will be a bit late tonight, but there’s plenty of snacks in the fridge if you get to hungry.” He opened the door, pausing to gaze at you affectionately. You had opened your eyes and met his gaze shyly just as he walked out of the basement.

The lock clicked, the door closed, sealing you in once more. TAGLIST:

@the-soulofdevil @imaginedreamwrite@divinepurp1evoid@kennedysbrainpiece @secretsihideinside

#dark marvel #dark!bucky #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky #bucky x y/n #dark!bucky x y/n

[stusbunker]

He Is, Therefore I Am

A Supernatural Fan-fiction

Featuring: Dean and Sam Winchester

Written for: @impala-dreamer‘s Make Me Feel It Challenge

Beta’d by the amazing: @itmighthavebeenintentional​

Inspired by: Brandi Carlile’s The Story

Warnings: Show level violence and angst.

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      I am struggling here, which is kind of funny when you think about it. In one way or another, my life has been a perpetual struggle. But that’s all Chuck’s fault, isn’t it? Everything I’ve done to push back the tide has only opened another fissure somewhere else. Because that’s what he wanted, he liked to keep us dancing for him. There might be no way out of this now, but there is one thing I know for certain: it’s not going to end on his terms. Sam and I aren’t going to off each other. That’s not Chuck’s call, that one never was.

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               Dean’s tired. I feel it almost as much as I feel my own exhaustion, like a shell around him. He nods as I explain my plans for the day, but he’s not really hearing me. I can’t keep the chuckle from my voice when I tell him I’ll wake him up if I find anything. He hums a response and I raise my voice and shake him a bit to wake him enough to make it the last ten feet from the door jam to the bed. I don’t even taste the coffee once it’s finished brewing.

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               Sam’s been quiet since Eileen’s not around. Sucks; kid had that genuine lightness to him from the moment she had been brought back. And now, it’s fraying. If anybody deserves somebody, it’s Sammy. I know it’s impossible with what we do, hell I’ve proven it is. But he should get some happily ever after crap, even if it’s just happily for as long as possible. Another thing Chuck needs to be punched over, honestly, just fuck that fucking asshole.

               I’ve been tryin’ to keep him smiling, or at least out of his head when we’re on the road. Laying on the bad notes more than necessary, he doesn’t need to know I’m doing it on purpose. Some songs were made to be belted out, ‘snot my fault. I catch a glimpse of my eyes in the rearview; shit, when’d the wrinkles start sticking?

               But Sammy’s singing along now, and I forget my vanity. Because this is my happily-for-as-long-as-possible.

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               It’s so fucking dark that I close my eyes and listen, silently begging to find them first, to pull myself together, to find a way out. My gun’s in my hand, lightweight and familiar, brick wall biting into my back as I creep around into the next room. Even though I can barely see, I can feel the space expanding out in front of me, gaping with possibility. Somewhere, metal crashes and I stop being cautious.

               “DEAN?!” No one answers.

               I’m nearing some scaffolding, try to step around it without rocking it, but there’s someone else here now. I can feel their eyes in the dark, but I still can’t see them. They don’t seem to even breathe. Maybe they’re not werewolves. And suddenly I feel very exposed. I turn on the spot, anticipating the ambush. It doesn’t come. Everything goes quiet, then a shot rings out somewhere outside. I give up on quiet and bolt for the industrial sized door at the far end of the warehouse.

               Another shot is fired, but I don’t register it because there’s more than two after all.

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               Sam shoulda cleared the building already, it’s practically empty from the remodeling anyhow. The tarps in the windows rustle in the wind high above my head as I keep to the perimeter. I’m banking on it being a bust, but then I hear him scream my name and I’m running. The gravel is loose, so I gotta slow down to keep from biting it. As I round the corner, aiming for the service entrance connecting the two buildings, I spook one of them.

               He’s big but fast, and he gets me with his claws as I land a right hook. My shoulder’s screaming as I land on it. I roll and quickly get a shot off. It only slows him down. I kick away and fire again.

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               I sidestep right before reaching the crumbling pavement, throwing the one on my heels out with their own momentum. The one that had been watching me goes for my knees and, I’m already aiming, but all-too-soon missing him.

               “Sammy!” Dean’s hollering, but he’s somewhere on the other end of the building and I’m falling.

He’s okay.

It’s going to be okay; keep fighting.

               The cement floor gets me hard and I am struggling to get another shot off. But the one I dodged is on me again, and all I can see is the mass of his torso and the floor. I choke on the stench of them. The demon knife bites into my lower back as I twist to reach it. My hand crumbles beneath a heavy boot. I’m screaming in pain and then, almost in slow motion, I see him reach wide, a clawed hand ready to swipe at my throat. My eyes slam shut.

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               Sam musta found the other one because there’s matching shots seconds after I put the big one down. I call for him, but don’t hear anything back. Instantly, I’m booking it to the far end where I am hoping they are. The crunch of gravel is giving me away, but soon I reach a derelict parking lot that gets me to the bend where I can see a stocky wolf stumble back inside a delivery door.

               I hit the gas, gun tight in my sweaty hand.

               When I reach the door, I scream at the heap that is half my brother. The guy flinches enough for me to get three in his chest. But then I’m on my ass, again! Wrestling the third one Sam had insisted existed. I pin an arm behind his back, but he’s getting too close with his fangs now. I roll and try and get him in a leg lock, his free hand nearly gutting me. I hear Sam behind me, so I roll again, presenting his back for a clear shot. Like a fucking meat shield.

               I can’t help but laugh, Sam shot lefty and we still got ‘em.

               “Anymore?” I’m riding the high that only comes from almost biting it.

               “Not that I’ve seen,” Sam groans, shaking out his right hand. My victory is short lived as I internally panic over his injury. ‘What the hell happened’ screams in my head, a voice that I won’t ever completely lose berating me.

               “You alright?” I check, but don’t get all mother hen about it. He’s standing for god’s sake.

               “Think it’s broken,” Sam huffed. Fucking hospitals.

               We make it back to my baby and I try, “you think Jack could---?”

               Sam shakes his head and grimaces, it’s bad. I stop asking questions and high tail it back to town.

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               Newly minted insurance cards from the juice we got from Fortuna ended up saving us a lot of time and energy. I swear I’m the only one who gets their hands taken from them; Dean’s playing at trying not to gloat. But if he wasn’t so smug, I know he’d be internalizing it as his fault, so I shake my head at him and give him the finger behind the nurse’s back as I wait. Finally, I can dole out the information for the pharmacy closest to the bunker to the woman at the desk.

               My hand’s plastered and I dry swallow the first round of painkillers before we make it home. All I want is to pass the fuck out, but I’ve got wolf guts in my hair and I can smell my own dried sweat as I haul myself out of the Impala. This night will never end.

               Dean beat me to the shower, but he doesn’t turn on the water. I give him five minutes until I can barely stand upright and pound with the side of my cast and immediately regret it.

               “Dude! Hurry up already!”

               He pulls the door open, fully clothed with a plastic shopping bag strung through one fist.

               “Took you long enough, come here.” He beckons me in, takes my bum wrist and threads my hand through the bag until he can tie it off. Dean whips a roll of first aid tape out of his back pocket and proceeds to seal off the bag while ensuring that I lose the most amount of arm hair when unraveling it. He slaps the closure and I groan without looking at him.

               I thank him before he leaves me alone, but he just waves it off, heads to his room and gives me the first shower. Tonight could have been so much worse and I try not to overanalyze it as I let the hot water add to my wooziness. I keep afloat until I pass as clean. I fall into bed not five minutes later, safe and sound once again because my brother had my back. How the fuck can Chuck think that is going to change?

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               I gotta drag Sam’s fucking goldy locks out of the drain before I can even start my shower. Gross. But the water pressure does its magic. I almost pass out standing up, I feel so relaxed. Glad I sucked down that second coffee over dinner, it was a bitch driving in. I glance in Sammy’s room as I pass, he’s already snoring. Drugs must be workin’.

               Cas and Jack are on some trail and at this point I don’t know if I want to know. Between Billie and the hearts, it’s just another fucking ordeal. Another flaming hoop. But, at least the kid’s alive, and Cas has eyes on him this go ‘round. My shirt feels tight around the collar, so I pull it off. I bury myself in my sheets, fighting to get comfortable.

               The hunt flashes before my eyes, everything over with in the blink of an eye. Just like yesterday and tomorrow. And every miserable fucking day of my entire life. Except we pulled it off. We keep pulling it off, and with whatever Chuck’s got comin’ I’m lucky because I’ve got Sam in my corner. Because without him, I’d be dead. Without me? He’d probably hit another dog, at the very least.

               It’s quiet, I eye the light creepin’ beneath the door. Exhaustion burrows into my memories, but instead of darkness, it surfaces with only the steady echo of Sam’s heavy breathing in some motel room, every motel room. The familiar rhythm settles something inside me, finally letting me sleep.

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[ma-sulevin]

FC5 GFH Tag!

Everybody and their best friend has already done this, but @chyrstis​ is the one who tagged me! Hopefully it goes well. Heeeeere’s Mattie!

Deputy Mattie Covington

With Fangs for Hire

Boomer: “Oh who’s a beautiful boy?” “You’re doing such a good job, buddy.” “Whadja find, Boomer?”

Peaches: “Now those are some murder beans!” “You wouldn’t get stuck in a tree and wait for me to come get you down, would ya, girl?” “You got a little blood on your whiskers.”

Cheeseburger: “Holy shit that’s a bear.” “You’re too big to cuddle me, bud.” “I’ll catch you a fish soon as I can, baby.”

With other Guns for Hire

Sharky

(when he joins the party) “What are we burning down this time?”

“Hey, Shark, let me borrow your lighter for a second.” Then, indignant: “I’ll give it back!”

"Whoa, watch where you’re pointing that thing.” Laughter. “The flamethrower, babe.”

“If you’re real nice, I’ll let you buy me a beer or three after all this.”

Grace

(when she joins the party) “Oh, hell yeah. Grace is the best.” 

“You give lessons, right? How much do you charge?”

“You could clear out this whole county by yourself if we let you, huh. Goddamn.”

Hurk

(when he joins the party) “Oh, now it’s a party.”

“You know, maybe I will join Hurk’s Gate after all this is over. Sounds like a way better time.”

“Tell me more about Kyrat, Hurk.” / “Tell me something else about those islands.”

Nick

(when he joins the party) “Okay, but I’m not getting in that fuckin’ plane.”

“Air support is handy, though.”

“Does Kim know you’re doing that?”

“It’s a good thing you’re cute.”

Jess

(when she joins the party) Softly: “She could murder me and I’d say thanks.”

“You really make your own arrows, Jess? Can you show me?”

“You’re a good fuckin’ shot. Holy shit.”

Addie

(when she joins the party) “Please don’t make me get in the Tulip.”

“I’m all stocked up on, uh, coconut oil. Thanks though.”

“How many people are on your Any Hole List? Wait, don’t tell me.” “Ah, Jesus.”

“I’m not going to play FMK with you if you ask about the Seeds, Addie.”

In Combat

Seeing an enemy: “Over there, babe.”

Sneaking: “If my dad could see me now...”

Killing an enemy: “Ugh, got him.” / *if you score the hit* “Oh, nice, dude.”

Reviving: “Whoops, good thing I was an EMT.” / “I’m here. You’re okay.”

Hurt: “Ow, shit, fuck.” / “Holy Jesus.”

Downed: “Oh god, I can’t die like this.” / “Ah, fuck, they got me.”

Driving

"Grab the oh-shit handle.”

Reckless driving: “They gave you a license?”

Changing radio stations: "......peggies went off with the music, though.”

Idle

“When’s lunch?”

“You look like you could use a nap.”

“You know, this county’s the first place I’ve ever felt at home. I hate seeing it like this.”

“Shoulda grabbed some waters at that last stop.”

“You know, I found some oregano earlier...”

“I can’t believe I moved from Idaho for this.”

“Joseph Seed can catch these hands.”

Location-Specific:

Anywhere in the Henbane: “(sneeze) I need some Benadryl.” “If anything looks weird, just throw a rock at it.” 

At one of Faith’s Path Markers: “As if the cult shit isn’t bad enough as it is, they make these people walk for miles too? Jesus.”

Near Joseph’s statue: “If I was gonna get a big-ass statue made of myself, I’d get them to fix my hairline at least.”

At the Hot Springs Hotel: “I ain’t afraid of no ghosts.”

John’s ranch: “What a douchebag. Let’s steal his shit.” “I bet he’s got some fancy booze in here.”

Anywhere in Holland Valley: “This place is fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Anywhere in the Whitetails: “Feel how cold my hands are.”

Near a Wolf Beacon: “Oh my god. What a nightmare.”

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[seizethecarpe]

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mystery || Winston and Dave

Timing: Immediately after Murder They Wrote and Murder He Thought Parties: @danetobelieve & @seizethecarpe Summary: When Winston hears a murder, they come to investigate, leaving both of them a little worse for the wear. 

Winston scanned the surface of the water, their thoughts frantic. They didn’t know how they knew. They weren’t really sure what these thoughts in their head were. But they felt foreign. They felt different. They definitely didn’t belong to Winston that much was sure. It was almost as if they were oil on the surface of the water, similar but not enough to be indistinguishable. “Hello?” honestly, they weren’t sure what they were doing but they knew that they had to look for something, they got up the flashlight app before immediately closing it. It was the middle of the day. Sighing, they kicked off their shoes and socks, and rolled up their jeans before gingerly stepping into the muddy lake that was Dark Score. Cringing as the dirt oozed between their toes, Winston shuddered, this had better be worth it. 

Gorged on Ahuixotl flesh, Dave was pretty happy and unself aware as he swam through bloodsoaked water. They’d finished their fight in an unobtrusive part of the lake, nowhere Dave expected to run into people. He just couldn’t stand to stay in the water much longer - fresh water itched at skin that was built to be surrounded by salt, and while being in the water was glorious, Dave had other things to do. Slowly, he exhaled, his body rearranging as his skin split open. He was sure for some it hurt, but for him it was as natural as stretching. Dave stood up in the fortunately waist high, bloody water. He didn’t hear the other person at first, nor see them as his eyes adjusted to the sunny light, but he felt them step in the water, clear as anything. Shit.  “Who’s there?”

Honestly. Winston wasn’t expecting to see Dave. Topless. For a man his age he was in pretty good shape. That wasn’t the reason for Winston’s slack jaw but honestly they couldn’t really help but try and look anywhere but at Dave. “Oh…” Winston’s mind was racing. What was Dave doing here and why was he topless. Winston guesses he could just be swimming. But swimming through water that was bloody was a weird coincidence when Winston had thought those things. Felt them in their mind. Here he was stood in water. “It’s just me, uh Winston, we met the other day at the … station.” Winston swallowed trying to decide how to play this. They really hoped Dave wasn’t a dangerous criminal or just dangerous. He seemed chill.

Dave rubbed his hand over his eyes, knowing full well that wouldn’t help them adjust. But yeah, shit, it was Winston. They were standing at the edge of the lake, jeans rolled up, their shoes abandoned on the rocky shore. In truth, they were a little far away for Dave to hear them all too great nor lipread as easily, but the kid looked slack jawed and deeply uncomfortable, for whatever reason, and Dave would try to be real respectful of that, so he was staying right where he was. In bloody water. Without even thinking about it, he scratched at his scarred up chest. “Yeah, uh, kid, why’re you here? Recreational side’a the lake’s that way.”

Frowning. Winston was vividly aware of the fact that they didn’t have a god reason to be here. They could always pull the police business card but they didn’t have their ID or any justifiable reason to be here. But it also seemed somewhat ironic that they were the one who was being questioned at this moment. Taking a deep breath. Winston took a step forward before immediately regretting it. Bloody water wasn’t going to do their jeans any good and Winston wasn’t sure what getting wet would do for them right now. “I … I was walking and I saw all this blood,” Winston replied in a half shout, “... kind of couldn’t help but wonder what went on. You don’t know why there is like … a LOT of blood… do you?”

“Really? You were walking through that thicket over there with all the trash that’s washed up for the hell of it?” Dave eyed them shrewdly. They were lying, clear as day, but Dave was about to do just the same. He wasn’t about to tell some cop associate that he’d killed an ancient species that pretended to sound like crying babies and used their hand shaped tail to drag all sortsa people to a watery grave? That he still had a bit of said species stuck between his teeth? “I’m fishing, Dane. S’all. Nothin’ for you to worry about.” 

Still unable to hear Dave all that well, Winston made the executive decision to press onwards into the lake, rolling their jeans up as far as they would go. “Sure let’s go with that,” Winston replied in agreement with a squint of their eyes, was there something weird about Dave’s teeth. Taking a few steps forward, they couldn’t help but frown. Swallowing their apprehension at the situation, Winston was about to say something when they spotted what were unmistakably not human teeth. Oh! He’s a selkie. Winston thought, it made sense really. 

Dave frowned even more deeply, stopping his idle scratch to warn Winston away with his hands. That was too late, though, as he heard them speak, calling him a selkie. His calm, if annoyed demeanor dissipated  as he surged through the water up to Winston, faster than he was sure most expected of him these days. He grabbed the front of their shirt and twisted it in his fist as he growled deeply. “What did you just call me?” He asked, his sharp canines only inches away from Winston’s face.

Winston was pretty sure that they hadn’t said anything. In fact, they were certain that they hadn’t even moved their lips. Yet within an astoundingly short amount of time, Winston was being grabbed by the collar of their shirt and dragged forward. “Hey, I didn’t say … I didn’t call you anything,” Winston did their best to protest. But Dave was clearly strong. Why was it that all Selkie’s that Winston had met could kick their ass up and down the sidewalk? Aside from Skye of course. But it would be nice to just have someone who wasn’t so much more … physical then them. It was instinctive, Winston couldn’t help it. It was like the first time they’d used magic against that Hell Hound, there was the pull in their stomach, the heat in the palm, a flash of blinding light and the smouldering smell of skin and hair burning. Winston wasn’t sure exactly what they had done. 

“Like hell you didn’t. You sai-“ Dave couldn't finished that thought, as hot air burst from Winston's hand, throwing Dave back. Kid shoulda thought that one through, Dave didn't let go in time, so as he fell in the water, so did the Spellcaster. Because of fucking course the kid's a Spellcaster. Plunging in the water was a relief for the burnt skin and chest hair, gave him a chance to let go and get some distance between them, and think. Like how he hadn't seen Winston's lips move a moment ago. Like how the last few days all he'd heard was these random thoughts about computers he knew nothing about. Dave came up from the water with his hands up - neither way was he up for fighting a Spellcaster without an ambush. "Alright, alright. You didn't say anything, but you thought it, right? Like you been thinking about rams and computers and stuff. You play with mental magic, Winston?"

“Fuck no,” Winston replied with a frown, “I mean, I have played with mental magic before, but only because this lake had a giant squid demon in it and a cult trying to end the world, but I ended up with a third eye from it,” Winston wasn’t sure why they showed Dave their third eye in their hand, they hoped that it would be enough to impress upon Dave how unwilling to fuck around with this shit they were. “I don’t know what’s going on but I’m pretty sure I’ve been hearing your thoughts too, like the fact that you just killed someone or … I guess something as a seal? I don’t know, but I promise I don’t want to hurt you and I really don’t like sharing your thoughts, it’s fucking deafening and I can’t focus on my ram and computers and stuff when you’re constantly making that hmm noise. Like I get that you’re stoic but jesus dude you don’t have to be so gruff ALL the time.” Winston hoped that they didn’t have to blast Dave again. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I know you just killed something and I’m really hoping it wasn’t something that you shouldn’t of killed.” 

“Giant squid demon? Nearly sorry I missed it,” Dave said gruffly, touching at his reddened, slightly singed chest, trying to see how bad it was. Nothing he couldn’t handle, nothing needing a doctor. “You pack one hell of a punch, kid.” He almost felt bad for pulling them into the water with him. He narrowed his eyes as Dane ranted. “Alright, alright, I get your point. I ain’t that gruff. Although why you’re always thinking about goats is beyond me.” Hmmmm. “Shit, kid, I killed exactly what I needed to. She was a feisty one. Hold on now,” He rummaged around in the water, until he felt the limb, and lifted the ahuixotl outta the water. Bloody water ran from his flesh where he’d been eaten at its muscles. “I hunt ‘em. That’s all you thought you heard. Real noble of you to run out here to try to save her, although kinda ill advised.”

“Yeah, giant squid demon from the underdark that we lovingly named Squidward, had to carry out a big magic ritual to get everything in the town to a point where we could actually deal with it. Not terrifying in anyway.” Winston bit their lip and looked at the wound on Dave’s chest. “Hey, I’m …. I’m sorry I blasted you, I guess this was just one weird coincidence marred by supernatural involvement.” Pursing their lips, Winston swallowed away the guilt that they were feeling. After all if you were going to grab people by the scruff of their neck then you had to consider that this might happen. “Oh, damn, fuck, now I feel dumb… I guess thanks for killing something else that would’ve liked to hold my head under the water and … well probably eat my bones or some shit afterwards.” Winston felt better, at least Dave was cool, but they guessed that meant that there were other things for them to contend with now. “I can keep a secret, about … the whole selkie thing, if you want. I mean, like, I won’t tell anyone and actually, I know a few selkies in town already that are pretty cool so you’re in good company.” 

“Wait, Squidward was the demon? Why were people grieve- Oh” Dave smacked his hand against his head. He’d totally been had by them girls online when he came to town. Right. Good to know. “Sounds like that was one hell of an experience.” He waved away Winston’s apology entirely, unconcerned. “I’ve had worse,” Which was a statement he could rather extensively back up, considering the long, lacerating scars running across his whole body. This’d peel like a sunburn and get it all over with. “They cry like babies so you come to the water thinking you’re about to discover Moses in a wicker basket, and drag you under. Lot’sa things like this in this town, I’m learning.”   Winston would keep Dave’s secret if he wanted? Dave huffed, standing up properly in the water now he didn’t need to worry about a spellcaster sizzling half the lake before he could get away. “Shouldn’t need to ask, kid. Keeping secrets should be the default, same as I wouldn’t tell nobody that you’re a spell caster.”

 “Oh, yeah, that was probably ironic grieving, or they were part of the angry cult that was trying to let Squidward consume all of White Crest or whatever it’s nefarious plan actually was.” Winston was glad that there weren’t any creepy eye cultists left, they were a real buzz kill. Looking Dave over, Winston was sure that they probably had had worse. There was a gruffness to him that suggested that he had plenty of experience dealing with some of the more terrifying aspects of the supernatural. “Oh, well that would’ve absolutely worked on me, I’ll remember to take any crying noises with a pinch of salt with the recognition that it is probably some awful supernatural creature that is intent on turning me into their dinner. But yeah, this town is a literal hell hole in terms of terrible creatures that want to kill you. Don’t even get me started on the mime problem because honestly fuck mimes. Though I am glad that we didn’t have a carnival that was a murder carnival, I was kind of waiting for that one to specifically break bad to be honest.” Winston nodded, that was a dumb move on their part. “Sorry, sorry, I know, I’m kind of new to all of this and sometimes forget the ‘etiquette’ and the rules that everyone else seems to know about.” 

“Mime problem?” Dave repeated, looking at Winston skeptically, wondering if they were yanking his chain. If they weren’t, he wasn’t too sure he wanted to know, either. “Not a carnival guy, but I heard some shit went down there too.” Some weird mirrors, the drowning tea cup ride, the rollercoaster that left people petrified. “That’s the big one. So, Dane, how do we get outta each other’s heads? I’m figuring it ain’t as easy as trying to be quiet. Because I really don’t need to hear all your goat and I-eight-six-b-three or whatever now.” Leaving his pelt underwater for now, not wanting to reveal it to the spellcaster, Dave walked out of the lake, to where he’d left his clothes hidden in the undergrowth, forgetting all sorts of human decency conventions as he did. 

“You probably wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, but my honest advice would just be to leave if you see a mime, or kill it. I’m not convinced that they’re actually people.” Winston had the image of themselves dressed in mime gear burned into their retinas. It was a sight that they doubted they would ever get rid of. “I mean, it certainly wasn’t the most mundane of carnivals, but I don’t think that anyone died.” At least no one that Winston had heard of. But they could not help but remember the hall of mirrors. Winston was about to start suggesting various ideas that they had to potentially cure this and all of the research that they were planning to do and all of the things that they could try when Dave just walked over to the lake shore entirely naked. “Uh………” Winston wasn’t sure that they would have blushed that hard ever again if they tried to, “I’ll just look the other way I guess.”

“Right, escape the mimes, watch out for giant squidward demons and ladies making fun of it online, and be careful at the carnivals.” Dave nodded, taking it all in. “I think I got it.” He was waiting for Winston’s reply when they panicked, and Dave remembered that not everyone needed to see his own dangly bits. “I thought you said you knew other selkies. How do you think we get into our seal skin, kid? With jorts on?” Dave rolled his eyes, entirely unashamed at he pulled his boxers and shorts on, where the fabric struggled against his damp skin. He only wore clothes nowadays that would dry fast, and considering he was hot no matter the weather, they’d dry fast too. Once he had his shirt on, he emerged from the thicket to look at Winston again. Even if they’d looked away, their skin was still flushed deeply. Dave chortled. “So the brain untangling thing. Thoughts?”

“Dude, White Crest really is fucked, hearing you say it out loud like that. I don’t know how we’re not all dead.” Winston wasn’t sure what it was. Was it the shock of everything? Maybe. It was the fact that there was an older man that was naked from head to toe in front of their very eyes. Maybe it was the fact that this naked man was actually a shape shifter that could slip into their seal skin at will and change form. Surreal didn’t seem to cover it. “I guess I just wasn’t expecting you to do it in such a blase manner, but you know your confidence is really impressive. So you’ve got that going for you.” Winston needed to disconnect their mind from this person so that they could curl up and die. Swallowing their embarrassment at their sheer awkwardness, Winston sighed. “Uh, well, mental magic is really … finicky and I don’t really know enough to be confident in using it, but I have access to a really big library of magical knowledge and then there’s also the internet, and there are tonnes of people that might be able to help. I guess we should probably try by working out what is actually causing this and then we can work out how we stop it. Did you have a weird dream a few nights ago?” 

“Confidence? Kid, I’m just too old to give a fuck,” Dave replied with a bemused snort. At least he was kind enough to not comment on their embarrassment. He looked out to the lake, where we water had grown clearer. Or rather, the blood had diluted so much it weren’t so noticeable anymore, at least not to him. The fish’d had a grand time with the remains of the ahuixiotl. “Right, right. You hit the google and I’ll hit good old fashioned paper. Not that I’d have the foggiest where to start.” He looked up at them. “I have a whole bunch’a weird dreams, constantly. Had one about them hungry sands recently, and woke up with bloody knees. Now I think about it, you were in it. That what you mean?”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” Winston replied somewhat glibly. “God I really wish we could just google a fix to this, that would be ideal.” Unfortunately something told Winston that wasn’t the way that this was going to work. It was fine. Coffee would help them through it. “Yeah, exactly. The incredibly terrifying dream where my parents were devoured by the … what did you call it … hungry sands?” Winston had to admit that as phrases for names and places went that was pretty good. “Well, yeah, that was what I meant. I remember you were in it and I also woke up with fairly bloody fingers, like they’d been rubbed raw by something even though I was just in my bed. It was incredibly disconcerting.” Winston swallowed and frowned. 

Hmmmmm. “Wonder if it’s the same shit.” Dave rubbed the back of his head, shaking the water out of his hair. That dream had held nightmares of his too. “Anyhow, Dane, I got shit to do. This spellcaster stuff is way above my paygrade. Not looking to play Nancy Drew when I got to get paid for my real job. Why don’t you head off now, and we’ll talk about this some other time.” There was something else behind his words too. No way was he showing a near stranger his pelt, but he couldn’t leave it in the water either. 

Raising an eyebrow, Winston swallowed and nodded gently. “I got it, you’ve not got time to extricate me from your head right now, gotta make that bread or whatever.” Why did Winston always have to do everything themselves? Sighing, they turned and waded to the edge of the lake. The cuffs off their jeans soaking wet despite the fact that they had been rolled up, obviously hadn’t made much of a difference. 

“If neither of us’s got an answer as to the how, then I don’t see how we can get our brains untangled right now,” Dave replied with a shrug. “And I ain’t signing up to having my head messed with until we know more.” What did Winston expect, a buddy cop movie? Dave sighed, internally and externally. Realising there was a whole chance they would hear that. He crossed his arms, looking back out to the lake as he learnt against a tree. The sooner they were gone, the better. 

As Winston turned to walk away, they couldn’t help but think that a buddy cop movie would’ve been nice, Dave might not know it yet, but Winston was now determined to make it happen. 

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