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drunk conversations (hockey!h x ballerina!yn)

another hockey!h x ballerina!yn blurb bc im a wh*re for them and they're so fun to write!!! kind of sort of builds on this blurb from monday if u missed it !

word count: 1.5k

content warnings: alcohol, harry being a bit possessive, brief unwanted touching (not sexual, not done by harry)

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Harry’s drunk, but he’s not drunk enough to ignore the fact that Y/N is uncomfortable.

He doesn’t mean to stare. He didn’t even notice that they were at the same bar until about an hour ago, when his eyes were scanning over the crowds of people and he accidentally zeroed in on her. At the time, she had been with her friends, chatting and laughing. In her natural state, she looked happy. Glowing. Pretty.

But the friends she came with have scattered since then, and now she’s pinned beneath the glare of some guy Harry’s seen a few times on campus. They’ve never spoken, but he sees him out every now and then, and he’s always doing the same thing — talking up girls, staring at them like they’re pieces of meat. It made him feel sick then, but it makes him feel insane knowing that he’s doing it to Y/N.

Gripping his drink in his hand, he can’t help but narrow his eyes at the man. Her body language is blatantly uncomfortable — she’s nearly carrowing underneath his intense gaze, smiling tightly as she nods her head when it seems appropriate. Every few minutes, she’ll glance away from him, as if she’s looking for a friend to rescue her.

Harry doesn’t believe in the whole prince charming, knight in shining armor thing. He’ll never come running unless a friend signals that they need him. But when he watches him grab her face and redirect it back towards him, making her eyes startle widely, he’s on his feet before he can even think about what he’s doing.

“Hey!” he shouts, ambling towards the duo. Y/N’s head snaps towards him, her lips parted slightly, and the man’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Harry—”

“What do you mean?” he sneers, standing from his bar stool.

“She’s clearly not interested,” Harry growls, standing beside Y/N protectively. “Fuck off, yeah? Don’t fucking touch her unless she asks you to.”

“How do you know she’s not interested?”

“Harry—”

He glances down at her, and his heart nearly shatters in his chest when he sees her watery eyes. She’s giving him a silent plea to stop so he presses his lips into a thin line, reality hitting him square in the face. He didn’t have a reason to do this. Y/N isn’t his, and she doesn’t need him to stand up for her.

Embarrassed, Harry stumbles away. He can hear his friends calling after him, but he needs air. When he makes his way out of the crowded bar and the chilly winter climate hits him, he slides down against the brick exterior of the bar, letting out a shaky breath.

What is he doing?

With his eyes shut tightly, he doesn’t even notice when Y/N sits down next to him. It takes him a few moments to bat his eyelashes open, swallowing as he takes in her bundled up form. She has a puffer jacket wrapped around her, her breath creating thick clouds every time she exhales.

“You alright?” she asks softly. Harry nods, leaning his head back.

“Sorry about that,” he mutters, “I don’t know what got into me.”

She shrugs her shoulders. “To be fair, I was uncomfortable, and I didn’t like that he touched me.”

That makes Harry feel a tad bit better, but he’s still overwhelmed with humiliation. He can’t stop playing the interaction in his head, replaying how ridiculous he must’ve looked.

“Are you okay, then?” Harry asks a few moments later.

She hums, picking at a loose thread from the hem of her sweater. “I’m drunk.” she admits with a soft peel of laughter.

“Me too.”

They both chuckle lightly. Y/N glances at Harry in her peripheral vision. Maybe it’s the wine goggles, or maybe it’s because she, admittedly so, is thankful he stepped in the way he did, but she thinks he looks cute. Drunk and flushed, a dimple popping out on his right cheek every time he smiles or laughs, Y/N wishes she could memorize the way he looks right now.

It would be easier to get along with him if he always acted this way.

“Why are we so mean to each other?” she blurts out. Harry leans his cheek on his knee, bunching his sweater up over his hands. With a wrinkle between his brows, he contemplates her question.

“You don’t like me,” he answers slowly. “I guess that’s not a reason, but… that’s how it happened, isn’t it?”

“I only started acting this way because you tease me all the time.”

Harry shrugs. “I don’t mean it.”

She scoffs, “You sure act like you do.”

His throat goes dry. He supposes she doesn’t have a reason to think otherwise, given the childish, mocking nature of most of their interactions. If he’s being truthful, though, he hates that.

“It’s just… it’s stupid, isn’t it?” he asks, not entirely sure if he’s being rhetorical. “That we’re so rude to one another for no reason.”

“Well, I don’t like the way you speak to me,” Y/N says with a straightened spine. Harry glances at her, his eyes dipping to the long sleeve black shirt she’s wearing. The back of it exposes her spine, all the way down to just above where her hips begin. He swallows, willing his drunk brain to pay attention.

“I’m sorry.” he rasps. He means it, or at least Drunk Harry does.

She hums, pulling her jacket tighter around her body.

“Do you have a cigarette I can bum?” he asks. He doesn’t actually want one and he only ever smokes them when he’s drinking — they’re bad for the lungs and all, and Coach would kill him for it anyway — but he’s willing to say anything to change the subject. When he looks at her, she’s nibbling on her bottom lip, lost in thought, but shakes her head.

“No, sorry. I don’t smoke,” she swallows. “How much do you think we’ll regret this conversation tomorrow?”

“What d’you mean?”

“I’m always embarrassed by the shit I say when I’m fucked,” Y/N admits. “Spend most of my hangover anxious about whatever came out of my mouth.”

Harry chuckles, swaying a bit as he stands up from his seat on the sidewalk. He looks down at her expectedly, reaching his hand out to help her up.

“C’mon then. Walk me home. We’re this far, we may as well really embarrass ourselves.”

Y/N laughs, crinkles forming in the creases of her eyes. She stands across from him, looking as if she’s actually contemplating it for a moment — but then she bites her lip, shaking her head.

“What, you don’t wanna come smoke out the window at Casa de Harry?”

That really makes her giggle and Harry can’t help but grin, his chest warming at the feeling of making her laugh.

“No, I should get back to my friends.” she says. She rolls her lips into her mouth and bounces on her feet, the cold clearly getting to her. “Are you really going home?”

He nods. “Change your mind?”

“No, I’ve never smoked a cigarette and I don’t plan on tonight being the night.”

“I’ll get you there eventually.”

She rolls her eyes, though the small smile on her lips tells him that he’s done something right tonight.

“If you’re heading back alone, can you just text me so I know you make it home safe?” she asks, twisting her body to face the entrance of the bar. She turns to see his surprised expression, but he nods, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

“Sure,” he replies, “I can do that.”

“Okay. Thanks, Harry.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.”

She blinks, standing there for a beat longer. She looks like she’s thinking about something again, but instead she flashes him a tight smile and walks back inside.

When Harry’s hustled home safely, he brings up their text thread. It’s a recent one in his history, since she sent him some stretches to do to help with his achy hips a few days ago. He nibbles on his bottom lip as he quickly writes out a message — the cold sobered him up a fair amount, but he’s still tipsy enough to not be embarrassed by this tonight. Tomorrow will be a different story.

At the bar, Y/N’s smiling to herself as she reads his text: Made it home. I hope we can start being nice to each other.

“Y/NNNNN,” a drunken peel of laughter from Lea drags her attention from her phone, “Who are you texting?!”

She laughs and stuffs her phone back in her pocket. “No one, nosy!”

“‘s Harry,” Rena slurs, eyes widening playfully as she lifts her drink to her lips, “You two just really need to hate fuck and get it out of your systems already!”

Y/N rolls her eyes, waving them off as they begin to chatter about something else — but her mind is elsewhere, her eyes mentally scanning over Harry’s biceps bulging beneath the tee-shirt he wore tonight, or his toned abs shaking just a bit in their yoga class earlier this week.

And the more she contemplates it, the more she wonders if an alcohol-fueled hate fuck is exactly what they need.

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linos-luna · 6 months

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what do you think about yandere chan and changbin? will they kidnap the reader together or will they be against each other?

Pleaseeee, i want this so much!

Also, I love your work. You,re my favourite author (?)!!!🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

I think they would definitely kidnap together! But there would also be a slight rivalry among them. Either way, I can see Yandere Chan taking control of the situation most.

Thank you! 🤍🤍🤍

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Our Doll 🔪

Yandere!Chan x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Changbin

(Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3)

Warnings: kidnapping, Yandere, nonconsensual kissing!, implied choking, stalking

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Friends to the end right? Even when there’s a girl in the picture. How about a girl to mutually obsess over? Perhaps even better!

Everyday they’d watch. And everyday they’d wait. Changbin wants to touch you so bad but Chan knew better.

Chan was the sweet talker while his friend followed along. The older man was better at hiding his desperation for you while Changbin’s admiration wasn’t as well hidden.

Nonetheless, you thought of them as friends. You had to admit that changbin looks pretty good with his muscles and maybe Chan a little more with his flirtatious comments but still just friends right?

It all happened so fast. Your freedom gone in an instant.

After a lunch date with some friends, you were heading back to your car. You were the last to leave as you had to use the restroom but it was the middle of the day in a fairly populated area.

As you walked, you looked down at your phone, about to reply to your friend’s text when you feel someone come next to you.

“Hey, y/n.”

You jumped a little but laughed it off when realizing that it’s just your friend Chan.

“Almost gave me a heart attack.” You chuckled while slowing down. “What are you doing here?”

“I just happened to be around.” He smiled while lightly stroking your hair. “Thought I’d see my pretty girl.”

You blushed as he got in front of you, he was practically in between you and your car and you felt your heart thumping as he rubbed his thumb over your lips, only staring at you, as if deep in thought.

“Chan?”

“Do you l want to come over?” He asked suddenly.

“Oh. Id love to but… I’m going to a friends house in like an hour…” you replied nervously. “Next time maybe?”

“An hour? You have plenty of time!” He said cheerfully while getting close to you.

“Well no—”

“Right Binnie? An hour is perfect!” Chan interrupted as he looked behind you. Your body tensed up as you felt the muscular man behind you. Your back practically pressed to his chest.

“Aw hyung, I wanna bring her home for longer.” Changbin pouted while holding your waist. “She’s so cute! I wanna keep her forever!”

Before you could react, Changbin grabbed the keys from your hand and held you as Chan gave you a forced kiss so that you couldn’t scream. The parking lot didn’t have many people there but someone must’ve saw something. Right??

Last thing you remember is being shoved into the backseat of your own car before a feeling of breathlessness and everything going dark. You didn’t even have the chance to struggle.

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You had no idea how long you’d been out. All you knew was that you’re on a stranger’s bed in a room you’ve never seen.

You opened your mouth to call out but your voice came out very coarse. Looking to the mirror near the bed, you notice the bruising around your neck, almost as if you’d been strangled.

“I thought I may have killed you…”

You turned to see Changbin at the door. He let out a big sigh of relief before approaching you.

“S-stop-!” You said in a loudish raspy whisper while holding your hand out. “W-what did you—?! Wh-where—?!”

“Don’t be scared.” Changbin said casually as Chan came into the room.

“Hi baby. How are you doing?” Chan asked sweetly.

“Baby?” You looked at him with a raised brow. “W-what’s going on?!”

“Hyung, can I kiss her now?!”

“Hold on, Bin.” Chan replied while getting close to to you.

The man stroked your hair and grabbed a handful before suddenly pulling it back.

“Baby, you’re home now!” He laughed as Changbin took a seat next to you.

You winced at the pain and tears formed as Changbin made some desperate whines next to you.

“Pleeeeeease hyuuuungg!”

“Go ahead. She’s our doll now.” Chan replied with a devious smile as the other man grabbed your cheeks and started desperately making out with you.

You were practically frozen, Unable to move as he left his sloppy kisses. There was no way to get out of this…

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twola · 1 year

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Two words: messy blowjob.

Teehee, let’s go.

Also, s/o to @revolversandlace, who mentioned writing a possible 1k+ scene literally describing a blowjob, so obviously, I had to give it a try myself. 😉

Convalescence

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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Feelings are realized as you nurse Arthur back to health after his run-in with the O’Driscolls. Actions, however, are a bit limited during his convalescence.

Everything hurts. From the searing pain in his shoulder to the overall ache of his muscles, this definitely ranks as one of the most painful experiences of his life.

Regards sent to Colm O’Driscoll, of course.

He opens his eyes and a shadowed figure slowly comes into focus, a small, feminine frame seated on a stool next to his cot.

It’s you, but your normally tressed hair hangs limply in a ponytail, your eyes bloodshot and puffy, and it was obvious that you’ve been crying as his vision clears up.

“Wh- why are you cryin’ there, sweetheart?” He hoarsely whispers, voice rough from disuse.

You rub at your eyes, but it is mostly in vain as you can’t stem the flow of tears tracking down your cheeks. “When y-you fell off your horse when you came back, I-I thought you were d-dyin’.”

Your voice cracks on the last word.

Arthur frowns, “Sweet girl, I ain’t worth them tears. Save ‘em for a good man.”

“You - you’re such a fool,” You grit out, teeth clenching, “You - you are a good man. The best of them, Arthur Morgan.”

“C’mon now, darlin’. Stop your lyin’.”

“I’m not lying.” You move to sit on the side of the cot, hovering over him, “Why can’t you see what a good man you are? Why are you so blind to it?”

He remains silent. Silly girl. You haven’t seen what he can do - what he does - to other men. The blood on his hands. You’d be far less likely to be praising him, far less likely to be…

…leaning in closer to him.

A pang sears through Arthur’s chest, sharp as a whip, when he realizes you aren’t pulling away from him.

“You’re by far the best man I’ve ever known.”

“Reckon you haven’t known many men then, little miss.”

“Shut up.” You mumble, and in that moment, you lean completely over him and press your lips against his, a move he’s not completely surprised by.

His good arm, unburdened with the wound on his shoulder, winds around your shoulders as you press against his chest gently, still hovering so as not to put too much weight on him.

Arthur allows it all, from the first timid press of your lips on his to the far less timid pressing of your tongue, demanding entry into his mouth. He groans in response as he lets you in, and a mewl works its way up your throat.

It's only then, with you hovering inches above his chest, lips, and tongue working against his own, that he realizes that this is quickly turning into a predicament. Of course, it is, considering the view he’s gotten down the front of your blouse.

Someone, god, hopefully not you, stripped him of his bloody union suit, which probably did need to be burned, but failed to re-dress him. He was nude as the day he was born underneath the blankets, and it became increasingly clear as he felt his blood rushing toward his groin.

Of all the times to act like a damn teenage boy-

He cannot help the groan that wells up in him as you shift, the curve of your waist at the flare of your hip pressing against his own - pressing against his hardening member.

He internally curses when you slowly pull away.

But your eyes are lust-blown, a red blush settling on your cheeks.

“Darl-”

“Let me take care of you.” You say, slowly sitting up and reaching for the edge of the blanket with your small, thin fingers.

He wants to tell you to stop, that you don’t have to do this, that you don’t have to do anything, that he’s been smitten with you since you rode in half-starved and doe-eyed on the back of Davey’s horse all those months ago.

But silent he remains as you slowly draw the blanket down his body. Your nose crinkles as your lips turn downwards as inch by inch of his chest is revealed to you - bruises and lash marks and signs of the torture he received at Colm’s hand.

“Oh, Arthur.” You sigh sadly, eyes watering over again.

“ ‘m gonna be fine, sweetheart. Just a little uglier than usual.” He tries to lighten the mood with self-depreciation, but the deepening of your frown tells him that’s not working. You blink the tears collecting away and continue to pull the blanket downward, revealing his navel and the trail of dark, wiry hair leading downwards.

He sucks in a breath as the collecting fabric brushes against his ramrod-hard cock.

Finally, finally, your hand slowly pulls the blanket over his hips, first over the curls at the bottom of his pelvis, to expose his cock, leaking from the tip and laying heavily over his thigh.

You look back at him, and he’s wide-eyed, biting his lower lip, looking down at you hovering over his hips. You can see his chest expanding with his breathing, speeding up as he stares at you.

You lean down and Arthur’s good arm swings over his head to block his vision, because if he sees this, he’s sure to make embarrassing noises loud enough for the whole damn camp to hear.

He feels your small hand wrap around his cock, and he bites his lip not to make a sound as you gently pull it upright.

But he is not able to stifle the noise he makes when his cock is enveloped in something wet and warm - his arm flies upward and he cranes his head to watch you take him into your mouth. An embarrassingly needy whine escapes his mouth, but that’s better than the shout he wants to let out as you suck gently at the head, your tongue pressing against the weeping slit of his cock.

“Jesus Christ.”

You let go of the head of his cock with a pop, and he bucks up slightly, as if to follow your warmth as you look up at him.

“You alright? Need me to stop?” You ask, one hand still wrapped around his length.

“Oh, darlin’, please, please don’t ask me that.” His forearm slides across his eyes again as his other hand.

“So you want me to keep goin’?”

“Jesus fuck, of course.” He replies incredulously, flabbergasted that you could doubt this felt amazing.

You smile for a moment before turning back to his length, enveloping him once again in the velvet warmth of your mouth. His head hits the pillow as he loudly sucks in a breath.

You slowly, deliberately, work your way down his length, bobbing up and down, sucking on his skin gently as you take more and more of him into your mouth.

It feels like years you’re doing this, inch by inch of velvety skin warmed by your wet cavern.

Finally, you gag slightly as your nose touches the chestnut curls at the base of his cock, saliva dripping down from your lips and slowly running down toward his heavy, full testicles, and he has to actively clench the sides of the cot to stop himself from bucking upward.

“Oh, oh god, woman.” He mutters as you slide back up, fingers once again grasping the base of his length as you suck in a breath, looking up at him with a hint of a smile, your lips and chin shimmering with your spittle. His cock shines against the oil lamp’s yellowed light, absolutely dripping wet from your mouth.

You lean back down again, but instead of taking his length into your mouth, you run your tongue down its side, all the way down where you nuzzle against the globes at the base of his cock, gently sucking one into your mouth. He whines, whines, this gunslinger, this outlaw, this hardened mountain of muscle beneath you. All being torn apart as you suckle on him.

After several moments, you pull back, and he’s panting, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat developing over his clavicles, and the bandages wrapped tightly across his pectorals and shoulder.

Your thumb presses gently on the underside of his cock, and he closes his eyes and lets out a low, long moan. You smile, rubbing at his hip affectionately.

“Christ alive, woman, you’re killin’ me.”

“Ain’t done yet, Arthur.”

And with that, you resume, leaning down and retaking him, sucking harder than you have before, leaving him squirming beneath you.

You suck, and bob, you squeeze his balls and rub at his thighs. Lord almighty, he must have died at Colm’s hand - this had to be heaven.

The burning in his gut reaches a fever pitch, and he knows he’s not long to last.

He tries to sit up, but can’t with his shoulder bound, and finds that he just has to make enough noise to tell you to get off of him.

“Darl- darlin’, I’m gonna come- you- you need to move-”

His sentence goes unfinished as you look up at him, mouth full of his cock, and slowly, deliberately, slide all the way down, saliva dribbling out of your mouth again as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat.

Arthur’s eyes go as wide as saucers, and he audibly swallows before his head hits the pillow once again. You slide up and down, sucking, tongue working around his length, the gentle suction of your mouth causing him to whimper.

He grunts, hands clenched around the wooden sides of the cot, hips moving despite his attempts not to. He is completely at your mercy - each lick and suck of his cock sends him further down that road of unabashed pleasure.

“Sweet- oh god, oh - fuck - I’m -” Arthur cannot finish his sentence before he trails off into a groan, his hips bucking up as you press down, and he shoots his spend down your throat, you pull back, gagging slightly, and as you sit up, Arthur can barely believe his eyes as he watches a dribble of his white, milky spend drip from the corner of your mouth. Christ, it makes him want to come again.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, clearing your throat, and pull the blanket up to Arthur’s chest once again, where he just looks at you, stupefied.

You cock an eyebrow at him as you slide up the side of the cot, sitting next to his chest. “You alright? That wasn-” You frown, “God, I hope that wasn’t bad.”

Arthur’s good hand grabs the collar of your shirt and yanks you down, where he presses his mouth to yours desperately, not caring at all that he can taste the bitter tang of himself on your tongue. You draw away after a moment, and Arthur tucks a strand of your hair that escaped its braid behind your ear.

“Woman, you’re the only one takin’ care of me from now on.”

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runnning-outof-time · 6 months

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Congrats on 2k, Reb @peakyswritings !! I’m so thankful for the ideas you shared with me. I hope I did this one justice and that it’s spooky enough for your celebration!! Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

The Devil’s Voice

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: mentions of religion, re-working of a season 3 plotline, indirect mention of murder

Word Count: 739

Summary: Tommy meets a woman at a crossroads who agrees to help him execute his business.

“Polly said you’d come.”

Tommy heard the woman before he saw her properly. Only her outline was visible as he approached her on the desolate road, the wind making the fog roll over the fields that boardered it on both sides.

“Polly has a tendency to talk,” he responded as he stopped in front of her. He couldn’t help but give her a once over. Her appearance was the exact opposite what he was expecting when Polly spoke about her.

“But yet you’re in front of me,” she quipped, running her eyes up and down his body as she clasped her hands behind her back.

“She said you’d be able to help me,” he got right into business.

“Depends on what you’re looking for help with.” The response was vague, but her quirked eyebrow told him that she was interested in hearing his proposition.

“His name is Father Hughes…”

“Ahh, a priest,” she interjected, nodding slowly at the information.

“Only in the title,” he remarked, “he’s done things that rival the worst…uses the cloth he wears to cover it up.”

“And he’s who you’re up against?” she asked.

Tommy nodded. “He works as a member Section D. Has me out doing his bidding for him while he’s playing both sides and reporting information back to the opposition. I’ve been tasked to kill him. My latest attempt didn’t come out as expected. So…”

“That’s where I come in?” she took the words from him mouth, watching with raised eyebrows to see how he’d respond. He only nodded. She nodded back and took a moment to think over the information she was just given; weighing it all out in her mind. “Striking down a man of god won’t be the easiest thing I’ve done, but I’ll certainly take pleasure in doing it,” she finally gave her answer.

“So you’re agreeing?” Tommy checked to make sure.

“He’ll be dead by sunrise,” she answered, a sinister grin forming on her face as she said the morbid sentence.

“Good,” he nodded once, making to turn and head back to his car.

“But I should tell you, Mr. Shelby,” her voice made him stop in his tracks and he slowly turned back to face her again. She waited until she had his full attention to continue: “if I do this for you, you’re mine forever.” Her words came out in a slow manner, as if she was making sure he heard every word.

Usually a statement such as this would make a look of surprise, or even fear, flash across the face of the person it was being said to. (Y/N) had seen it time and time again from the people who’d made deals with her in the past. If she was honest, it was her favorite part of these meetings. But Tommy Shelby looked completely different when she uttered these words. His lips were slightly parted and he nodded his head ever-so slightly before what seemed to be a look of intrigue flashed across his face. She wondered if she would have even caught it if she wasn’t watching him so closely.

He simply looked her over once more before finally saying: “just make sure it’s done.” With that he turned and began walking back to his vehicle.

(Y/N) grinned as she watched him walk away, biting on her bottom lip as she restrained herself from going and propositioning him right there. He is going to be a fun one, she thought to herself, her grin growing.

“So you’ve done it?” Polly questioned her nephew as she entered his office the following afternoon.

“I have,” Tommy answered without looking up from his papers. “Father Hughes has been killed, all is well.”

“Except it’s not,” she was quick to respond, a weariness present in her words.

Hearing them finally made Tommy look up. “What do you mean, Pol?” he asked her.

“You didn’t listen to me fully,” she started, a grave seriousness present in her voice. Tommy only tipped his head slightly to show he was listening, “I told you to hold caution when meet with her; that she’d take something in return. The devil’s voice is sweet to hear, but that sweetness will fade fast. She’s going to ruin your life, Thomas.”

Tommy only nodded after hearing his aunt’s foreboding words. If the devil’s voice was sweet to hear, at least he’d have something ‘sweet’ in his life from now on.

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f4ll-for-you · 6 months

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Sick Day | Rafe Cameron

I am ridiculously obsessed with Drew and the characters he plays so here is a little random (unedited) Rafe fluff🫶

Luckily, because of Rafes job, and money, you were able to do what you wanted. Meaning you worked in a small bookstore, something that had always been your dream, but never seemed like a feasible career until you started dating Rafe.

It took a lot of convincing on his part for you to take the job, the guilt of not bringing in enough money eating away at you.

However, in truth, if Rafe had it his way, you wouldn’t work at all. He adored being the man of the house, the one to take care of you and his future family.

As usual, you got up, kissed Rafe goodbye and headed off to the small bookstore in town, but today, your head was pounding.

You don’t know where it came from, but you could feel yourself getting sick, feeling dizzy and exhausted for no apparent reason.

After an hour at work that morning, your boss had sent you home, insisting that you rest and let Rafe take care of you.

“Sally, I’m fine, besides Rafe is busy, he can’t take time off for just a stupid cold” you argued.

“Home!” She insisted, pointing at the door.

Sally was your mother’s age, kind and caring, but also blunt when she needed to be.

You made your way back to your car as your headache worsened, luckily the drive to your house wasn’t far.

As you arrived to your house, exhaustion overtook your body, you dropped your things by the door and made your way to the large sofa, snuggling up in blankets.

A couple of hours passed before you awoke, pain and dizziness circling in your head as you opened your eyes.

You knew you should call Rafe, he’d want to know, you were always his priority, but he’d been so busy this week you didn’t want to worry him, knowing he’d come home instantly to look after you.

After several deep breaths, you managed to sit up slowly, letting your eyes adjust to the light.

It had been hours since you’d eaten anything, your stomach reminded you, the emptiness making you feel sick.

Step by step you made your way to the kitchen, finding the easiest meal you could make. You opted for some biscuits, hoping they would give you enough energy to make a proper meal once you felt up to it.

However, halfway to the kitchen your vision started to go blurry, black spots dotted your view and before you knew it, you’d passed out.

Rafe had been incredibly busy at work recently, excited to finally close the deal on this job, he’d decided to go home early and surprise you by being the first one home for once.

It had got to early afternoon and he’d had enough, knowing everyone around him was perfectly capable of wrapping things up, he was just there watching over his team, which he decided probably wasn’t helping.

On his way home he stopped to grab your favourite flowers and snacks, smiling as he paid the cashier.

“She’s a lucky girl” the cashier commented, noting Rafes beaming smile.

“She deserves it.”

He made his way back to his car and drove back towards the house. His stomach filled with confusion as he saw your car in the driveway.

Usually you’d tell him if you got off work early so he instantly knew something was wrong.

It had only been minutes since you’d fainted, you came to hearing the front door open, feeling the light prick your eyelids painfully.

“Baby!” You heard Rafe shout with worry, hearing the thud as he dropped whatever he was carrying.

“Baby, oh my god, what’s happened?”

You could only grumble in response.

Rafe quickly scooped you up, gently re wrapping the blanket around you as he carried you up to your shared room.

He noticed how pale you were as he realised you must have been sent home sick. Guilt filled his stomach, you hadn’t told him, probably because you didn’t want to disturb him when he’d been so busy. It was all his fault. You could’ve been seriously hurt, or left there for hours.

Rafe placed you down gently, taking off his jacket and shoes before cuddling up to you. He knew all you wanted when you were sick was cuddles.

After a few minutes, you began to feel normal again and Rafe insisted on getting you a glass of water and something sugary. Although he was terrified to leave your side, he knew you needed food and water to recover.

“Don’t leave me” you whimpered, finally feeling better in his arms.

“I’ll be right back princess” he kissed your forehead and practically ran down the stairs.

He brought up a water, energy drink and the snacks he’d brought for your cozy night in. “Here, sit up for me angel” he spoke softly as helped you sit against your plush pillows, bringing the glass of water to your lips as you attempted to drink.

“You gave me a scare, why didn’t you tell me you felt sick?” He asked, stroking your head as you tried to look away. This was exactly what you didn’t want, him having to drop everything to care for you.

“I didn’t want to disturb you at work, you had so much important stuff on and I was gonna wait until you got back” you mumbled, realising how stupid it was for you not to call him.

“Oh angel, you are the most important thing, work never comes before you and your health, you know that” he reassured you, kissing your forehead gently as tears fell from your eyes.

“I know” you sniffled.

“Shhh come here” he engulfed you in a hug once more as he knelt beside your side of the bed.

“Now, eat something for me and have some medicine, do you think it’s a migraine?”

You nodded slowly as Rafe instantly got up, making sure you were okay and comfortable before getting back into bed himself.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in his arms, letting the medication kick in as you napped. You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.

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twisted-dork · 22 days

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The Adventures of Twisted Wonderland Demon Slayer (Yuu)niverse #4 Leona and Kanae!Yuu’s After The Spelldrive Tournament

Kanae!Yuu: You should be addicted to shutting the f*ck up

*Leona laughs*: You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid

Kanae!Yuu: And so what if I do you son of a Man-wh*re

*SwapGyutaro!Yuu and Ruggie burst into laughter*

Kanae!Yuu: What I’m not going to insult his mother.

Kanae!Yuu: She most likely has to deal with him.

Kanae!Yuu: And if he’s anything like his father then did I lie? Did I?

#twisted wonderland x demon slayer #twisted wonderland x kny #twst wonderland #demon slayer #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #demon slayer x reader #twst incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #leona kingsholar x reader #twst leona #leona x reader #leona x yuu #leona kingscholar #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi #swapgyutaro!yuu

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anemptypuddingcup · 10 months

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Incubus!Sanji x Female Reader

Here’s a lil something for y’all while I work on part three of ‘an angel in the camera’.

Sanji is so fucking bbg and I dunno why this mf has me in a chokehold but I need this man so bad.

Contains: Accidental drugging. Aphrodisiac-infused saliva. Incubus!Sanji. We jumping straight into smut. Reader having a slight understanding of Incubi. Oral. (Reader receiving) Face-riding. Full Nelson. Riding. Sweet praising. Reader become weak but she ain’t dying. Slight dumbification with Reader. Y’all this a bit heavy.

Again, this contains drug use, use of saliva laced with aphrodisiac.

You didn’t think Sanji would approach you and beg for you to help him. He stood there at your windowsill while the moonlight shined on his deep blue wings and tail. Glass was scattered all over your carpet as he crawls in weakly, his breathing heavy before he collapsed to the floor. Lifting his head, his blonde hair and curly brows were prominent and revealing as his facial expression contorted to slight pain.

His tone is deeply desperate as he sat there on his hands and knees pleading for some assistance. “Please! Please help me love!”

You even noticed that tears were slowly streaming down his face as he begged for your help but not specifying for what. You felt conflicted about the whole situation, you didn’t know that Sanji was someone like this. He’s never told you about his wings and tail, so you were completely confused about the entire issue.

“S-Sanji!? W-What’s wrong!?” You asked worryingly as you crouch down to him.

He shoots up to cup your face before looking you deep in the eyes, his hands trembling against your cheeks as he grew shaky. “M-May you p-please…please- u-uh-“ He stammered harshly, unable to get his words out as he felt himself falling weaker. You grip his wrists and pull him up as you notice him falling down once again.

“W-What!? What is it Sanji!?”

“I-I can’t explain it! P-Please just-“

He whines out before he fully collapses to the floor, his hands slowly falling from your face. Your heart begins to race as Sanji’s body falls limp and you begin to panic as he stiffens.

“S-SANJI!? SANJI!”

***

“Sanji? Sanji are you okay Sanji!?”

Sanji hears you call out his name before he slowly opens his eyes, his hands feeling the soft plush blankets under his body. “A-Ah…Love…” He says weakly, his body a bit stiff. “Sanji!” You hug Sanji tightly and he hugs you back, his thin and soft hands wrapped tightly around your waist. “Love, babydoll…please help me.” He begs you, his eyes looking deep into yours. You tilt your head before you set yourself down on your bed. “Wh-What is it that you need help with?” You asked.

“W-Well…I’m an incubus…” He sighs heavily before looking away from you. You snicker before cupping his face. “Sanji if you needed my help, why haven’t you been told me?” You asked. Sanji blushed before as he stares at you, his face growing hotter out of slight embarrassment.

“B-Because…I-I’m just a pervert…right?” Sanji asks before tuning over. “Sanji you gotta remember that I’m not another woman who thinks that of you.” You press half of your body over him, your breasts pressing against his arm. You grip his face with your hands and turn him to you before pressing your lips against his. His eyes widens before he struggles to peel you away from him.

“Mhh! M-Mhh~” Sanji grips your shirt tightly as he felt your tongue twirl around with his, his hands shaky against your shirt before he finally turns away from you to pull back. “N-No~ Y-You wasn’t supposed to…” Sanji lets out a little gasp as you press and trail you lips down his jaw and neck. “Y-You wanted my help right?” You asked as your body trembles against his.

Sanji’s eyes stares into your before he notices the loving lust within your pupils, his aphrodisiac-infused saliva already taking affect. “L-Love! Y-You weren’t supposed to kiss me! M-My saliva has aphrodisiac in it!” He says weakly before he shivers against you. Your eyes widens as you realized a slight mistake that you made, though that didn’t change much. “Why didn’t you say that beforehand!?” You said before giggling. Sanji blushes. “I-I didn’t know you were going to kiss me sweetheart…” He says shyly. “I’m s-sorry…” You apologized, not really able to think as your body grows hot.

Sanji pulls you closer to him before he sighs heavily. “I-It’s okay…do you feel alright?” He asks. “I-I feel really hot…” You admit shyly as you struggle to climb on top of him. He sighs and giggles before turning over and pulling you onto his hips, a groan leaving him as he slowly begins to grow hard.

“Are you still willing to help me? If not I completely understand.”

“I wanted to help you from the start Sanji, I’m okay with it if you are.”

Sanji smiles before pulling you tight into his embrace, his soft lips pressing kisses against your neck while you let out a few lewd moans and mewls. “S-Sanji~” You moan out his name shakily as you begin to unbutton his shirt and his pants. He soft smirk appears across his face before you begin to grind against him, your body already hot and craving him.

He slowly slides your lacy panties off before setting them to the side of the bed

Sanji lays back before he urges you to climb onto his face. “Up here love, come ride my face.” He says, pulling your hips. “A-Are you sure Sanji..?” You asked nervously, a heavy breath leaving your lips. “Positive honey.” He says, reassuring you. You slowly crawl over before you softly set your hips onto his face. Sanji grips your hips tightly before pulling you farther into his face.

A sudden swipe of his slobbering tongue against your cunt causes you to moan out loudly as your clit began pulsating heavily. His saliva coated your slit and you began to feel strong burning feeling deep within your core and inside of your cunt. You grip his hair as the feeling grew stronger, making you burn up immensely before you moan out.

“Oh goddd!~ Oh my godddd~” You moan out as Sanji slurped at your cunt, his tongue occasionally sliding against your pulsing clit. You feel his tongue push through your entrance before you let out a shaky whine, biting your lip tightly as you began to grip a pillow tightly. His tongue slides through your gummy walls before hitting your g-spot, making you let out a breathy moan out loudly.

“N-Nghh~ Right there Sanjii!~” You groaned before you begin to buck your hips against his face. Sanji’s fingertips pressed deep into your hips, keeping you on his face while he slurp and suckled up your juices and slick. You slowly begin to play with your breasts as Sanji worked his magic deep inside of your cunt.

A gasp leaves you as you felt your orgasm rushing up quickly inside of you. You whine out before you begin to arch your back and grind your hips against his face desperately. “Oh! O-Oh god Sanjiii!~” You whine out as you grip your shirt tightly, your orgasm right there on the edge.

You feel Sanji chuckle against your slit before his tongue slides against your clit once again, making you finally squirt out into his mouth.

“MMGH!~ S-SANJI!~” You whimper out loudly as you squirt out onto his tongue, the aphrodisiac making the orgasm more intense and difficult for you to deal with. Sanji rubs soft circles onto your hips before finally pulling them off of his lips. A string of saliva disconnects from your cunt to his lips as you lie there panting heavily and squirming.

“Delicious my sweet~” Sanji whispers to you before he sits himself up. You were still sitting there trembling against the quilt, the aphrodisiac still having a terribly strong effect on your body. Sanji slowly unbuckles his belt, trying his best to get his erection out. His pretty slender cock pops out and he hissed as the cold air hits it.

You slowly and shakily sit up before Sanji gets a soft hold of your hips, making you squeak. He pulls you against his body, your back pressing up close against his chest while he spreads your legs wide open with his hands. You blushed deeply as he kept you spread open, his hands gripping the back of your knees tightly.

He shivered as he felt your slick slide out onto his cock, the aphrodisiac doing heavy damage on your body and sensitivity. “Are you ready love?” He asks, his head digging into your neck. “M-Mhm~” You nodded, your body shaking from sensitivity. You feel his lips curl up into a smile against your skin as he slowly thrusts into your sopping hole, a gasp leaving you as he does.

As he begins thrusts into your, you’re already crying out from the sensitivity. Within a few thrusts he hits your g-spot, making you cry out loudly before your toes begins to curl. “Ah! A-Ahn!~ S-Sanjii!~” You moan out Sanji’s name angelically as he thrusted into you.

Though you slowly began to feel weaker the more he thrusted into you, as much as the pleasure was overwhelming you felt a bit of weakness as well. That couldn’t stop you from letting out any noise though. You hear Sanji groan and gasp behind against your ear as your cunt tightens around him.

You place your hands against his forearms as he pounds up into you while you wail out in pleasure and weakness. “You’re doing good sweetheart~ You’re doing so good for me~” You hear him whisper before he smooches your ear. “F-Feels so gooood~” You whine out to him as you felt yourself ready to cam once again.

Sanji quickens his pace as his gasps grew louder against your ear. Your warm and soaking pussy was pulling him in that he couldn’t really help but to pound into your needy cunt. “P-Please~ S-Sanji!~” You cry out Sanji’s name as you feel yourself ready to squirt once again. “Are you ready to cum for me my sweet? Cum for me~” Sanji whispers before biting your ear. Drool slips from your lips as Sanji continues to hit that sweet sugary spot, making you close your eyes tightly.

“Cum~”

“Cum for me baby~”

His deep tone mixed with his succulent honey-coated voice pulls you over the edge as you felt yourself squirting on his cock once again. “A-AH!~ N-NGH!~ I-I- I-IT’S C-COMING OUT!~” You whine out loudly as your cunt clenches tightly around him while your juices spill out of you, your toes curling as you squirt out into the bed.

“Y-Yes! C-Cum for m-me!” Sanji’s grip grows tighter as he pulls out of you before cumming on your tummy, the thick creamy substance warm against your sensitive skin. Sanji peppers kisses against your neck to soothe you before he lets go of your legs, his hands leaving red marks onto your legs from his tight grip.

You gasped heavily while he tries his best to soothe you, his hand softly trailing under your shirt and against your body to your breasts. “S’okay, It’s okay baby…” He whispers to you softly while you whimpered from overstimulation. “S-Sanjii…” You whine as you turn your head to him before reaching out to kiss him. He presses a kiss to your cheek, trying to prevent you from kiss his lips.

You whine out before he helps you sit up from his chest and you quickly turn around and press your bare hips against his cock. Sanji smiles softly before he wraps his arms around your body lovingly. You grind your cunt against him before lifting your hips, wanting more from him even though you were weak.

“A-Are you sure you want more? I-I don’t want you to get sick love..” Sanji ask, his hands propping himself up. You pepper a kiss to his lips before pouting to him. “P-Please Sanji…?” You begged before burying your face deep into his neck. His tail swayed from your pout and he sighs before holding you tightly. “A-Alright…But please tell me if I need to stop.” Sanji says before pressing another kiss to your neck.

You whine out as your arms wrapped around him tightly. Lifting your hips up, Sanji balances you on his cock before slowly sliding your hips down, a whine leaving your lips. He slowly begins to move your hips as you moan out from sensitivity.

Your hands slid along the soft skin of his back before you slowly began to move your hips in your own, bouncing on his cock. You moan out against his chest as you fuck yourself in his cock, his groans growing louder the more you sped up. “Y-Yes~ You’re doing do good~ Keep going right there~” Sanji grips your hips and pulls them down farther against his, a loud moan leaving you as his cock kisses your cervix deeply.

Sanji helps you increase the speed of your hips bouncing against his, the grip tight on your hips as you both moaned out. Sanji feels your cunt tighten around him as he continues to trust far into your cunt. You gasp as you wanted to cum again, your teeth biting deep into your lip while Sanji’s cock massaged your walls wonderfully.

“Sanjiii!~” You moan out his name wonderfully as you hugged him tightly. Sanji’s tail wraps around your ankle while he moans out prettily against your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses against it. “M-My love! O-Oh god~” He moans out as he begins to fuck up into you. Your body trembled against his as you let out mewls and moans, unable to speak words much more.

“I-I feel it coming!~ Y-You’re ready to cum baby?~” Sanji asks as he gasps into your skin, a whine falling afterwards. You nodded profusely before letting out a whine, your cunt not very able to take his pounding much more. He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek before he feels his cock twitch within your walls.

“Ah! Ah! A-AH!~ M-M’GONNA!~” Sanji moans out loudly before he pulls you in tightly, a cry leaving him as he finally cums deep inside of your pussy. His cum coats your walls and you moan from the warmth slowly filling you up. You mewl out softly as you once again squirt onto his lower abdomen before your body slowly falls limp.

Sanji keeps you tight into his embrace while you breathe softly against him. He rubs his hand along your back to soothe you as you felt weak against his body. “Are you okay baby?” Sanji asks as he studies your body. “U-Uhuh…” You say, laying softly against him. He presses a kiss to your temple before nuzzling against you. “D-Do you feel better…?” You asked. Sanji smiles softly.

“I feel much better…but are you sure you’re okay?” Sanji asks nervously. “Just weak…I’m happy you feel better…” You sighed heavily before yawning. A soft chuckle leaves him, his body settling into the mattress below you both.

“Thank you sweetheart, get some rest.” He whispers to you as you slowly close your eyes.

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sporesgalaxy · 10 months

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good morning on this fine friday at 5am my time! circe clawthorne jumpscare.

I truly think this is very very close to final, moreso than usual lol. I'm quite happy with this

I really can't tell if it would be more difficult for me to try and convert this into proper paragraphs or make it a comic...

well here it is. but wait there will be more!

•••

?: [distantly] Philip?

?: [closer] Philip!

?: Philip Wittebane!!!

P: [weirded out cuz hes in the middle of the woods] What in the–

C: [running up to him excitedly] Philip!!! It’s SO good to see you again!!!

P: [backing away] See me again? Do we know each other, Miss?

C: !

C: Come on, Philip!

C: Surely the King of the Witch Hunters can recognize the Dread Witch Beezelbella when he sees her!

—

P: …

C: [smile falters nervously] ...

[Philip bolts]

C: Wh- Philip!

[He sprints through the woods as fast as he can, but weaving between the trees slows him down.]

[Circe suddenly cuts Philip off, riding on her staff]

P: [flinches away from her so violently that he falls on his ass] GAH!!

C: What are you running away for?!

P: [shielding his face, peeking at her erratically, as if afraid to look directly at her for too long] You’re not real!! You’re some cruel illusion!!

P: Sent to– to torment me, or tempt me to forfeit my soul to the devil!

P: Well it WON’T WORK!! So– gh– [flails his hands in her general direction] BEGONE!

–

C: No no no no! No tricks, I promise!

C: [REALIZES SHE IS LEVITATING] Ah!!! Er…

[she jumps off the staff and holds it behind her conspicuously, too frantic to remember to store it as a palisman]

C: [smiling nervously] I meant to save that for later!

P: [STARING]

C: Here. :) [holds out her free hand to help him up]

P: [looks somewhere btwn angry and scandalized]

[Philip pushes himself further away from her before standing up on his own. He struggles a little because he now seems reluctant to take his eyes off her. Circe looks saddened but not entirely surprised.]

C: Really, I--

[tries to gesture, but is still holding the staff in one hand, and ends up accidentally swinging it towards Philip.]

[Philip flinches again, and stares at it like it might explode.]

[Circe quickly reduces the staff to just a bird and pockets the palisman in her cloak]

C: [smiling apologetically, holding up palms to show she’s unarmed] I’d never dream of hurting you!!

C: [looking at him and still smiling but with pleading, sad eyes] You know that, don't you Philip? No matter how we've changed, I...I'll always love you.

P: [mentally recalculating] …I...see.

C: [beams] Yes!! I pinky promise! [holds out pinky for a second, but quickly drops it]

P: [less defensive body language, but still clearly a little wary] Hm…

–

C: [a bit nervier] Ah-- before we go any further, I need to re-introduce myself!!

P: [skeptical] Re-introduce?

C: [trying to stay chipper but looking more stressed] I know I look different, but it’s…it’s still me!! [she pulls her hair back into a ponytail, looking a bit uncomfortable] See?

P: The…Dread Witch Beezelbella.

C: [frustrated] Your sis– your sibling!!! You know, the one who raised you?? Who spent all those years putting gruel on the table??

P: [frowning] The one who died seven years ago.

C: Er– well– I had to...go away for a while. But I’m here now!!

C: [trying to bulldoze through it] And really hardly anything has changed!

C: I've simply learned I’m much happier being your sister! That’s not too complicated, is it? You understand, don’t you??

P: I…suppose–

C: [bulldozing again] Spectacular!!!!

C: So, you’ll call me Ci– [seems to realize something] Er…just C.C. is fine for now! [nervy smile]

[Philip gives her a perplexed look]

C: Probably easier and, er…good for an Adjustment Period! [nods to herself]

P: [mostly just baffled] …C.C.

C: [nodding more] You've got it!! Same person, new gender! None of the old name and no man words, pretty please!

P: --

C: [before Philip can reply] Great!!!

C: Now, with all THAT out of the way: It’s YOUR turn! [stepping closer to him, as though she wants to hold his hands] Tell me everything! How are you?! What’s happened while I was gone? What have you been up to??

–

P: [leaning away] Oh. Er…

P: I’m…doing very well. I… [“thinks”, bringing a finger to his chin a little too theatrically]

P: …Goodness, so much has changed, I’m not even sure where to start!

P: Really, you ought to just visit the house with me and see what’s changed for yourself. [grabs her arm and gently tugs]

C: [Withdraws, very nervous] Oh, no no no, I can't go into town.

C: You and I of all people should know how–!

C: --!

C: [Squints]

P: …Is something the matter?

C: [Squints harder]

C: ...Do NOT Witch-hunt me, Philip!!!!

P: I have no idea what you’re talking about. I'm only trying to show you--

C: Oh for goodness' sake, NO!!!! I will NOT set foot in that town EVER again!!

P: ...Then you should wait here for just a moment, and I'll return shortly– [beginning to walk away]

C: [Grabs his arm to stop him leaving] [exasperated] I am not an idiot, Philip!!!

C: [sighs] Look, I know this is going to be difficult for you to accept, but magic didn't turn me evil! I'm still just ME!

P: [MAIDENLESS STARE]

–

[Circe continues holding Philip’s arm to keep him there, and for now, he lets her.]

C: As it turns out, you DON’T have to sell your soul for magic! We were completely wrong about it!

P: [EXTREMELY skeptical] Is that so?

C: [frustrated] It’s true! I could prove it to you!

C: ...Well, I guess I can’t PROVE that I still have a soul. Not that I know of. [to herself] I wonder if there’s a spell for that…

P: [extremely sarcastic] Perhaps we ought to enlighten the entire town to the existence of this fascinating *benign sorcery*.

C: [annoyed] Really, Philip?

P: Well, why not?? Since you can *prove* that it’s harmless, let's go prove it to everybody! It would make our lives *so* much easier…

C: Stop it.

—

P: Why, no one would have to do chores ever again!

C: Philip!

P: Maybe we could all be in one big witch’s coven together--

C: ENOUGH!!

C: You've been clear enough already!!!! You still don't like magic, and you don't trust me!!!

C: [takes a deep breath] ...

[Gently, Circe lets go of Philip's arm, which she had been gripping rather tightly.]

[She watches as though expecting Philip to bolt again, but he doesn't.]

[She fidgets with her sleeve as she continues.]

C: Philip, please. Just...just listen to me for a moment.

P: [Opens mouth, looking indignant]

C: [cutting Philip off] You don't have to believe me! I know that you...probably won't. I had hoped--

C: [doesnt finish that thought, looking bitterly sad]

C: ...There's something I need to tell you, but I want to know you'll listen.

P: [scoffs] Why bother if you know I won't fall for it?

C: Because...! Because I have to do something!

C: ...Philip--

[She reaches toward him, and he shrinks back.]

P: You've been gone for nearly a decade.

C: ... [confirmingly guilty face]

P: It took you that long to-- to bother telling me anything?!

P: Why in the hell would I want to believe that?!

—–

P: How could I?!

P: How could I possibly believe that you’d *vanish without a trace,*

P: and then– *reappear out of thin air,* just because-- what, the whim finally struck you???

C: No--! It-- it wasn't a whim, Philip, I would never--!

P: [pulling at his hair] AGH!! Then where have you *been??!!!* Why come back *now??!*

C: I-- it's difficult to explain--

P: I spent YEARS trying to hunt down that *witch*–!

[Circe grimacing/wincing rxn shot]

P: [gesticulating wildly] YEARS hopelessly wondering what might’ve become of you!!!!!

P: I WASTED my LIFE searching for answers!!!!

P: Of course I don't want to believe this!! That you could have come back this whole time, but-- [voice breaking]

P: ...But you chose not to.

–

C: 😟

P: [still angry, but quieter now] And what a cruel joke it would be, for you to finally be here.

P: [hand gravitating towards knife on belt] After I’d finally managed to give *up* on you.

[Circe wants to hug him. She wishes he were still small enough that she could pick him up and squeeze him with all her might. But she thinks better of it. No matter how much she loved Philip, she couldn't afford to trust him right now.]

[Philip's hand is hovering over the spot where Circe knows his knife sheath to be. She feels her heart break a little more.]

[She steadily meets his eyes and keeps her hands at her sides, ready to pull out her staff if necessary. She won't be able to hurt him the way he's apparently resolved to hurt her, but she could run away.]

[She had desperately hoped that Gravesfield's claws wouldn't be sunken so deeply into him, but she knew what it took to survive there. And he had been forced to survive it even longer than her.]

C: ...I’m sorry, Philip.

P: ...

C: I'm sorry for leaving you in Gravesfield alone.

C: I didn't think I had a choice.

[Circe shifts her weight uncomfortably. It feels wrong, measuring how she speaks to Philip, her brother, the person who knew her better than anyone not too long ago. But he isn't the only one she's protecting anymore.]

C: ...truthfully, I…

[It feels loathesome to admit after so many years of spending so much of her energy hiding it.]

C: …I thought you would be better off without me.

—

P: [genuine confusion] ...What?

C: You're a genius, Philip. I knew you could do anything you put your mind to. Make a real future for yourself.

C: But I-- I could barely even keep us fed until we--

C: [looking terribly guilty] ...started working together.

C: I thought that once you could take care of yourself...

C: You could have a normal, happy life. Without me.

P: [pissed] And how do you know that you couldn't be a part of it!? You ran away before you even tried!!

C: I tried for years!! All my trying ever did was put targets on our backs!!!

C: [bitterly] Because I couldn't hold down any job but the most dangerous in Gravesfield.

---

P: What targets?! We were heroes!

P: If you had just stayed, if you had never listened to that witch, we still would be!!

P: Did she say I'd be better off without you?! Is that how she convinced you to leave?!

C: [low, serious] No.

C: I... [ashamed] ...I made up my mind before I met Evelyn.

C: I had already decided you were better off without me.

C: [intense] She's the reason I'm still here to discuss it with you.

P: [shocked, unsettled, doesn't want to process that]

P: That...that can't be true! Everything was fine until she came along!! This was all her fault!!

P: You'd still be normal if it weren't for her!!!

C: [angry on Evelyn's behalf] No!!! I was never normal!!!!

C: And you were the only person who couldn't seem to tell!!!

C: [tearing up] It was going to get us both killed, sooner or later!!!

C: *I* was going to get us killed, because I'm like this!! Because *I* can't live a normal life!!

C: I wanted to protect you. To make your life easier than mine had been, but--

P: You were protecting me just fine before you ran away!!!

P: And what's this nonsense about us getting killed?! We were heroes! We saved the whole town from evil!

C: We were never heroes! We weren't saving anyone!

C: We punished people who didn't fit in!

P: Didn't "fit in??"

P: We punished monsters!! Demons who tortured our neighbors!!

P: Any one of those witches would have sacrificed all of Gravesfield to the Devil had we not stopped them!!

C: And what about us, Philip?!

C: Is there anyone in Gravesfield we wouldn't have sacrificed, had the court willed it?!!

C: [crying] We were such hypocrites!

C: The suspicion, the accusations-- it was exactly the way they used to treat us!! We were outsiders, too!!

P: [falters. that kinda gets to him but he wants to pretend it didnt]

C: [miserable] I justified so many awful things to myself. To you.

C: All because I was too scared to see the truth.

C: And once I finally did...I was too gutless to ask you to face it.

C: We were never any better than anyone else.

C: All of it...

C: It was just murder.

P: [not as much conviction] Don't be ridiculous--!

C: Don't be naive!!

P: ...

C: ...

C: ...I am truly sorry, Philip.

C: I'm sorry that I got us into this mess.

C: I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you like I was supposed to.

C: I was rash. And stupid. But I only ever wanted to keep you safe.

C: ...I still want you to be safe. I'd hoped you could understand, but...

C: [difficult for her to give up on him] ...if you refuse to listen...there's nothing that I can do.

P: [trying to not want it to be real] ...

[Philip looks conflicted, frustrated, trying to find his anger and righteousness again]

P: I-- rrgh!! You're impossible!!!

[He begins to walk in one direction, pulling at his hair, then suddenly turns on his heel and walks the other way again]

P: [exasperated, tring to convince himself] Literally! This is-- this is all impossible...!

[He buries his face in his hands and plops down on a log with an angry grunt]

[Circe watches him, wondering what he’s thinking now.]

[After he just sits there with his face in his hands for a moment, she slowly approaches and sits carefully next to him.]

P: [he is resting his elbows on his legs. He clasps his hands, uncovering his face, forehead against his intertwined fists.]

P: ...

[shot of Circe looking at him sadly]

–

C: …Are you happy in Gravesfield?

P: [Hands still clasped, his eyes open, looking into the woods] …

C: Philip?

P: [flatly] That doesn’t matter.

C: [Leaning forward, trying to look in his eyes] …It matters to *me*…

[Philip unclasps his hands but remains hunched over. He instead holds his elbows, which still rest on his legs. Does not look at Circe.]

P: [cold] So you say.

[Circe shrinks back]

[the two sit in silence for a moment. Birds chirp, and the bare tree branches sway in the breeze above them.]

–

C: [quietly] …are the trials as bad as they used to be?

P: …

P: [even tone] Less frequent.

C: [hopeful] That’s good.

P: … [furrows his eyebrows]

C: Do you still–

P: Yes.

C: [saddened] …

P: I am protecting people.

P: I’ve prevented what happened to you from happening again a dozen times over.

[Circe pales. Philip still is not looking at her.]

P: [clearly bitter about something] I’m *careful.* [seeming more vexed than proud] I’ve done more research than *anyone.*

C: [examining his face] …Research?

P: …

C: [dawning ] Do they *understand* that’s what your doing?

P: [intensely, looking only at the ground] It doesn’t matter. I can prove it.

C: [scared] Philip, are you in danger?

P: [breaks a twig off a branch on the fallen log with his left hand] [curtly] *No.*

P: [looks annoyed at the stick momentarily. passes it to his right hand] Because *I* am not a witch.

P: [slightly hesitant] …obviously.

—-

[Philip starts doodling in the dirt with the twig]

C: [losing patience with his stubborness] Do you honestly still believe that only real witches get accused? Get *punished?*

P: [stops drawing. gives her an angry sideways glance. then glares at the dirt again] …

P: …*Yes.*

P: As long as you do it *correctly.*

C: [furrows eyebrows] ……

[Philip resumes, scratching the dirt more forcefully.]

C: But–

P: Witches die because they are born doomed.

[as he says “doomed,” Philip finishes drawing The Belos Mask with a final, forceful scratch]

C: That’s what we were *told*. That doesn’t mean it’s true.

[Circe looks at Philip, expression somewhere between grim and pleading, but he won’t look up from his sketch]

——

P: [darkly] What does that mean for you, then?

[Circe is taken off-guard]

P: Do your witch-friends know what you used to do?

P: Or are you lying to them, too?

C: I–!

C: …

C: [quieter] …Not all of them know.

P: [snidely] Hmph.

C: [with a bit more conviction] But the ones that *do* know…

C: They know that I was scared. And trying to keep us safe.

C: There are people who understand that I truly thought I was doing the right thing.

C: [guilt] That I would give anything to undo it now…

C: [focusing on Philip again] They trust me, and love me, even though I’ve made…terrible mistakes. Even though I’ll *always* make mistakes.

C: [trying REALLY hard to get through to Philip] *Gravesfield isn’t all there is.*

P: …

[Philip scratches out the doodle forcefully.]

P: [unhappily] Good for you.

—-

[a prolonged beat of silence, save Philip’s stick scraping against the ground as he scribbles slowly, randomly on the spot where the doodle used to be]

C: ...If you want–

[suddenly, Philip throws his stick to the ground and turns to Circe]

P: [frustrated noise] Would you just get this over with already?!

C: [taken aback] What?

P: For Christ's sake, I don’t care what you want anymore!! Just take it!!!

P: You win! Enough with this awful vision!!

C: [baffled] Wha–! I-I’m not–! You still don’t believe that I’m real?!

——-

P: You *can’t* be!

P: [breaking a little] I only *want* you to be real!

P: I *want* you to be *alive*!

P: I don’t *want* to be *alone* any longer!!

P: But you insist on dragging out this awful charade!!

P: [becoming more desperate than angry] Why can’t you just lie to me?!

P: Tell me that you never wanted to leave at all!! That you're back for good! That nothing’s changed!!

P: *Something*– *anything* that’s actually easy to go along with!!! Isn't that what you're supposed to do?!

[Circe looks hurt]

P: Don't I even get to die thinking that I could be reunited with– with you?!

P: [losing steam] …What could you possibly want that you haven’t had the chance to take from me already…?

[a beat. Circe’s expression has closed off considerably. Philip rubs his face for a moment, then looks up again.]

P: Please. Get it over with. Kill me, or whatever it is you came here to do.

P: Or for God’s sake leave me be.

[wide shot of them sitting in unhappy silence]

——

C: [very quietly] …Alright.

[Circe stands, brushes her skirt off. Philip remains sitting, not looking at her]

C: I suppose I’ve done all that I can, then.

P: …

C: I won’t disturb you again.

P: …….

C: I’m still thankful that I could see you one last time.

P: ………..

C: [trying to keep composed] Please…stay safe. Take care of yourself.

P: ……………..

—

C: I love you.

P: …………… … …

C: [offscreen] Goodbye, Philip.

[she walks away]

[a beat passes]

[Philips resolve breaks. As he looks up–]

P: Ca– C.C., I–

[–he realizes he is alone again.]

P: ….

P: [slowly, he stands. brushes his jacket off. walks away.]

#circe clawthorne #toh #suicide mention #<- still just implicative but closer to explicitly referenced now #ohhh they both have so many problems. yippee!!!!

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 1 year

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Daddy!January- Day 2

Brat-Taming with Daddy! Bang Chan

Content Includes: Hard!Dom Bang Chan x sub!fem reader, degradation, ‘use of sl*t and wh*re’, praise, ice-play, jealous Bang Chan, temperature play, nipple place, impact play, smacking with hands, kissing, begging (duh, it’s fucking Bang Chan), shibari! Reader is tied up with a rope, use of female anatomy, oral (f receiving), alcohol play (idk what the proper word for this is),aftercare.

Word Count: 1,285

‘You’ve been wanting my attention the entire night babygirl, well now you have it’.

The silky rope entwined around your wrists and ankles had you perfectly spread out for Chan’s liking, the wide-eyed and tense gaze staring back at him added to the tightening of his briefs.

Pliant and malleable is how he adored you the most.

And he loved to tame the fucking audacity out of his bratty girl.

He approached you slowly, his heeled boots clacking on the floor and emphasising his presence as your body instinctively went to cover yourself up, unsuccessfully of course.

A soft hand was gently placed on the middle of your bare chest, Chan heaving out quite the dramatic sigh as he slowly wandered his hand down your naval.

And I mean slowly, one finger after another.

‘I was going to ignore your behaviour at dinner tonight, ignore the ‘fuck me’ eyes and those slutty heels rubbing against me’ His tone was neutral with an edge, like he was holding back.

His hand bypassed your pubic area and started to slide down your left thigh, smirking slightly as he heard you hum in frustration.

‘I was going to be so sweet to you tonight as well, make love to you, tell you how much you mean to me.’

His hand stopped at your right thigh, his gaze trailed up to yours, the predatory glance adding to the growing burn in-between your thighs.

‘Ahh!’ Your body jolted as Chan gripped the flesh of your thigh, not enough to bruise but enough to leave prints.

‘But then you just had to ruin it didn’t you?’ He mocked you, taking a deep breath and gently massaging the area.

‘SMACK!’

The room filled the air with a harsh sound as he smacked your thigh, feeling the flesh ripple under his hand and your face squirm at the pain.

‘I come out to find my baby all giggling and flirting with the waiter?’ His voice became more gruff, his shoulders more broad.

‘SMACK!’

‘In front of me, your fucking MAN!’

‘SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!’

‘I’m sorry! I was just being nice!!’

Chan could see the honesty in your eyes but he had already gone this far and he was enjoying himself too much.

His hand trailed lightly up over your naval, his eyes following the pattern of his fingers and his tone neutral.

‘Well, I guess if you were being nice, then maybe I should show you how much of a slut Daddy’s girl really is’.

His hand lightly clasped your left thigh, you choked on your saliva as Chan’s mouth turned upwards into a smirk, his harsh demeanour back in the room.

‘SMACK!’

‘Are you Daddy’s little slut?’ Chan questioned you, his fingers gently probing over the reddening area.

The smack had surprised you slightly and didn’t hear the question, the sting throbbing throughout your thigh.

‘What?’

‘SMACK!’

‘I said!’

‘SMACK!’

‘Are you Daddy’s little slut!’ His voice was raised, his cheeks flushed red with desire and anger.

‘Yes, I’m Daddy’s little slut!’ You whined out, your ankles twisting against the rope holding you against the bed.

‘SMACK! SMACK!’

‘Good, guess I need to remind you again’.

A few soft kisses were praised against your thigh soothingly, the gentle touch caused your skin to prickle and nipples to harden.

‘I’ll be back, I need a few things for your punishment’.

The seconds increased the agitation of you plastered to the bed, ropes exposing you and your pride thrown on the fucking floor.

This felt like a punishment in itself, to have to fucking wait for him.

You’re sure he was doing it deliberately, teasing the absence while you were squirming and huffing in the empty room.

A sigh of relief left your mouth as you heard the door open to see Chan come in, bare chested and bare feet, only clothed in his black formal trousers.

He was holding two small glasses, one filled with a small amount of spirits and the other filled with ice, the sounds of the ice clinking being amplified in the room as he set them down on the bed-side table.

‘Seeing you talk to that waiter, that hurt me babygirl’ He grabbed an ice-cube from the glass and held it in his fingertips.

‘Now let’s see how much ice you can handle after that burn’.

He placed the ice cube directly on your chest, watching the ice bead around your skin.

‘Now, here are Daddy’s rules’.

He tilted your chin up with his finger so you were staring at him, his presence calm but his tone hinting for you to heed his words.

‘You may squirm and moan but no speaking, you haven’t earned the right to speak yet. If you can make it…let’s say two ice cubes? Then Daddy may you let cum. Do you understand?’

The enthusiastic response was not enough for him.

‘Words, baby’.

‘Yes, Daddy! I’ll be a good girl, I’ll promise!’ You cried out, a roll of water dripping down the side of your ribs.

Chan softly smiled at you and the softness of his lips against your forehead sent a warmth through your body.

‘That’s right, I know you’re Daddy’s good girl’.

The next 30-40- 60 minutes…who fucking knows? Time was a blur to you as all you could think about was the freezing ice against your burning skin, Chan’s nimble fingers had ran through the ice over your nipples, down your naval and over your reddened thighs, your pants and grunts were resounding through the room as Chan dripped the ice all over your sensitive thighs.

You’re sure you almost lost it when Chan settled a second melting ice cube on top of your public bone, feeling the cube melt against your mound before the water trickled down across your clit and folds.

It was enough to burn but enough to quell the pressure.

And you were close to fucking exploding.

‘Please!’ You cried out, your brow furrowed in frustration and your wrists started to hurt slightly from the rope.

‘Please Daddy, just make me cum! I need it, I need you!’ The whine and struggle in your voice and chest was real, your bottom lip all red and pouty from where you had been biting it.

Chan’s widened eyes and the shaky breath let you know you were about to get what you wanted, his face akin to a hunter having caught his prey.

‘Aww, Daddy can never tire of hearing his babygirl beg for him’. He leaned down, kissing you slowly but passionately, his lips moulding to yours.

‘One more thing’ Chan sat near you on the bed, reaching over to grab the glass of whiskey, staring at your gorgeous figure as he sipped on the whiskey lightly.

‘Open for me’ His fingers gently pried down your chin, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

He drank the final sip of whiskey, holding it in his mouth as he leaned over and kissed you, filling your mouth with the spirit to which you drank greedily, sighing as Chan’s fingers wiped your mouth clean with his thumb.

‘You did good baby, so beautiful for Daddy’. He reassured, moving down to gently undo the rope on your ankles, giving them a soft massage before undoing your wrists.

‘Let me clean you baby, make you all nice and warm’.

Your mind slipped into a soft haze as you felt Chan wipe the excess water away and dry you with a towel, you thought he was going to help you into the shower until you felt Chan’s lips press against your thighs, hands slightly nudging them open and his breath hot against your aching clit.

‘Relax for me baby and let Daddy eat’.

Everyone knows that degradation is not something I tend to write about because it’s not something I enjoy personally but the person who requested this loves the kink and so because she’s a beautiful moot of mine, I wrote it in for her.

I don’t know if it was good or fit the context but thank you @mischiefsmind and I hope you love reading it as much as I loved writing it.

Enjoy!

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judysxnd · 1 year

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I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITINGS ❤

Can I request a pedro × reader?

It's few months into the relationship and pedro , being a bad sleeper , one day woke up from a terrible nightmare . The reader is up so she calms him down and pedro hugs her and tell her ( I love you ) for the first time .

Thank you so so much❤️ it means SO much🥰 love the request, it’s going to be so intimate!! Hope you’ll like it!!

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Today has been a long day for Pedro. Waking up at 6am, driving an hour and half for the interviews to promote the last season of the Mandalorian, having lunch at almost 2pm, going to the gym after, and then an appointment with his agent. It was a pretty busy day. As for you, it was a normal work day.

He finally came back around 7:30. You were waiting for him in the living room, scrolling on social media. When you heard the door opening, you stopped what you were doing and went to see him.

“Hey baby” you said shyly, smiling

“Hi angel” his face lit up when he saw you. His movements were slow, kicking his shoes off and putting his stuff away. As he was very happy to finally be home and see you, he was extremely tired. It hit him as soon as he opened the door.

“You look tired” you said, going to hug him. His entire body relaxed as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m more than tired” he sighed, holding you tight.

“Yeah I bet you are. Are you also hungry? I was waiting for you”

“A little yeah”

“Uber?”

“Hell yeah. Too tired to cook anything”

“Okay. I’ll order, go take a shower, okay?” You slightly parted, looking at each other.

“You’re too good for me mama” he leaned down to kiss you.

So Pedro went to take his shower. He food arrived right after he joined you in the kitchen. You quietly enjoyed your food and went to bed right away, watching a movie. As you expected, five minutes into the movie and Pedro was dead asleep. You kept watching the movie, it was very interesting.

Trapped in a house. All exists are absolutely no use. The front door? Three steel bear traps. The two French windows in the back? Electric wires in front of them. The windows? Barriers blocking them. The only possible exit are the skylights, but the roof is too high, and it’s not discreet enough to escape the monster. Because yes, there is a monster chasing the man. Nonstop running, going from one hiding spot to another. Sweating, out of breath, unable to run properly, nothing to defend himself. The man goes in a roof, but the monster sees him, so he goes back inside. It’s too dangerous to jump. But there’s something missing. He wasn’t alone. He knows that his girlfriend is missing. He also feels that he is alone, no family anymore. Like they were all gone, they were not existing anymore. The pics on the wall show no face except for the man. He still remembers everything, but- but the pictures? He is alone. Faces erased. What is happening? Oh no, the monster is close. He can hear his heavy breathing. Will he see him in the closet? Oh- yes he did. He swung the door opened. The monster growls, and is about to throw his hands on the man.

Suddenly Pedro wakes up screaming, heavily breathing. It scared you. You sat up next to him, caressing his back, holding his hand

“Wh-What happened?” Pedro asks, still shocked.

“It was a nightmare Pedrito, it’s okay, it’s not real”

“It-It” he paused a second, catching his breath “it felt so real” he put his hands on his face.

“It was not”

“Everyone was-” he couldn’t even say it

“It’s okay, look at me” you put your hand in his cheek, turning his head so that he would look at you. “Look at me, you feel this?” You said touching his hand, his arm, his face. “I’m real, it’s real” you said, making him look around you. He looked at you, not saying anything. You could see his chest moving a lot has he was still out of breath. He suddenly hugged you. “See? I’m real” you added again, hands on his back.

“It was awful, I can’t even describe it”

“Then don’t. Just know that it’s not real. I’m here. I’m real, you’re real.”

“I love you so much” you heard him say. You were surprised, for sure you didn’t expect it. It was the first time either of you said it. Being only together for a few months, it is expectable. You felt butterfly in your stomach. There he was, in pure shock, and saying I love you. It was the purest moment. You let go of him, staring at him, your hands on his cheeks.

“I love you too” you kissed for some time. “Come on, let’s go back to sleep” you turned the tv off. You started to lay down on your side, but Pedro grabbed you.

“Can’t sleep without feeling you corazón, you’re the one keeping me sane” you turned to face him

“I’m not going anywhere.. cariño” he smiled. You hold his hand. “It was just a nightmare. This- This is real” you snuggled right to him, and both fell asleep.

#pedro pascal #cute #fanfic #imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #gif #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal preferences #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x female reader #oneshot

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starsandhughes · 6 months

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Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (Six)

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: five

next: seven

OCTOBER 27, 2023

i’m behind so remember that these stats mentioned are accurate for the day of the game!

shorty is john, the play by play guy for the canucks if y'all forgot/didn't know his nickname!

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liked by _quinnhughes, trevorzegras, and 18,864 others

yourusername WELCOME BACK TO MY POST GAME PENALTY BOX UPDATE SHOW: MY BEST FRIEND IS HOCKEY GOD EDITION!

he was rightfully first star of the game again tonight with his two goal game! as shorty said, "hughes loves playing the blues!" the blues are now the only team that quinny has more goals scored on than assists!

and for those who are quinn's biggest supporters, a nation run by me, you'd know that one of quinn's goals is to work on his +/-! you'll be happy to know that quinn LEADS THE LEAGUE WITH A +10! that's just another piece of evidence as to why he's a hockey god, laideez!

to quinn, my favorite big brother, and my least favorite hughes, i’m so unbelievably proud of you! you've been working on shooting the puck more and you're doing so with flying colors. congrats on your third career multi-goal game! i love you way past infinity💙

p.s. shoutout to demmer for getting his fourth career shut out in this 5-0 win tonight ! i’m so proud of you! @/tdemko30

p.s.s. QUINN GOT HIS FIRST PENALTY AND I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION IT! RIP HIS 6 GAME STREAK!!

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_quinnhughes sissy? being mostly sweet? who are you? (i love you way past beyond)

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jackhughes 🙄

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tdemko35 i love you, too😂

user57 sissy really made the "who's sissy's least favorite hughes?" game easy on us this time

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yourusername and that is his preferred title!

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user6 the blues got the blues over hughes

_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes have you gotten hit with a puck yet?

_quinnhughes nope

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yourusername somewhere, somebody is getting hit with a puck a lot more than ever before

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yourusername toques for the LOSE

_quinnhughes @/yourusername win*

jackhughes @/yourusername win*

yourusername @_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @.lhughes_06 i’m burning them all. i have keys to your homes. they'll be burning in a pit by wednesday. @/trevorzegras so help me, if you ever put one on that fine head of hair of yours, i’ll burn you, too

trevorzegras @/yourusername roger that

jackhughes @/trevorzegras if we burn, you burn with us!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes hard pass

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sorry it's short while i'm trying to play catch up! tell me what you think! <3

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