#the perfect play doesn’t exi-

[cordspaghetti]

there is a play called hurricane diane that is about dionysus as a butch landscaper coming to the new jersey suburbs and seducing housewives into agreeing to biodiverse lawns. the theater i work at is putting it on this year its nuts. not sure if someone has already told you about this

oh my god ❓❓❓❤️❓

#THIS IS INCREDIBLE #in the new jersey suburbs no less #the perfect play doesn’t exi-

[shironezuninja]

I’ll let you know what I can dig up after my Adulting and Home Decor Rearrangement Anxiety ends. The 2nd Sonic movie was very symbolic of what I had feared for my future when I was 4 years old in the 90’s.

#unfinished #meme #sonic the hedgehog #movie verse sonic #movie sonic #plush doll #the perfect #doesn’t exi- #unfinished meme #currently adulting #home decor #rearranging #anxiety #too busy to play #wants to play 4ever and ever

[brittle-doughie]

That reblog has me thinking about something...

Imagine a Y/N Cookie that entered a pact with one of the beasts for their power. Could be any of the five - sort of like a Warlock from DND situation.

It has taken up my brain space fr...

-🌋🐉

The Perfect Vessel Doesn’t Exi-

It can’t be all that bad that your pure soul is mixed with the Beast of your choosing, right?

Shadow Milk + Y/N Cookie

Shadow Milk wins out in the appearance department, with your appearances taking on many aspects of his jester attire, one of your eyes resembling his.

Cookies would be more willing to turn into deceitful clowns thanks to Y/N Cookie’s charming capabilities

Will now be able to wield Shadow Milk’s pyrokinesis power, using blue flames in your attacks

Telepathy allows you to get into cookie’s heads easily…

Eternal Sugar + Y/N Cookie

You win out in the appearance department, looking mostly yourself with the ability to spring out Eternal Sugar’s demon wings and tail, her angel wings. Other aspect as well like her halo, and one of your pupils being that of hers.

Eternal Sugar’s Sloth aspect makes you a little slow to act, but it’s because you know you could destroy your opponents if you tried.

Cookies are now charmed way more easily if you simply whisper their name and say nothing but sweet words. So cookies should NOT give their names in your presence!

Playing the harp has charmed cookies following your tune flawlessly..

Burning Spice + Y/N Cookie

You win in appearance, having Burning Spice’s weapon and shoulder guards, one eye pupil being that of Spice’s.

Destruction is your main tool of attack, the fires around you listen to your movements, resulting in hell on Earthbread all the time.

Increased strength, that weapon isn’t exactly lightweight. Cookies who try to attack you head on will have a rough time!

Your attitude might get a little more battle ready, you’re just itching to get ready to cause havoc!

Mystic Flour + Y/N Cookie

Mystic Flour wins in your appearance, getting most of her attire, it’s unknown if your pupils have changed since your eyes are always closed.

Probably one of the more deadlier Beasts that you can agree to be let inside in exchange for her power. One wave of your hand is enough to wipe out the area all around you.

Cookies now mean exceptionally less to you due to Mystic’s Apathy. You still regard Cookies, but you don’t care whether they get hurt or not when you use your power.

Levitation is also inherited from Mystic Flour, you won’t need to touch the ground that might inconvenience you.

Silent Salt + Y/N Cookie

Silent Salt wins in appearance, with you literally wearing their armor and wielding their sword, one of your eyes being theirs.

You’re a Cookie of little words, you’d instead let your sword do the talking, and by that, you mean cutting them down right away.

Companionship is a no-go for you, isolation is something you welcomed and any Cookie interfering with that are not going to get a polite warning.

Similarly to Spice, your strength is increased in order to wield your sword. Cookies should also avoid close quarters fighting with a silent you as well.

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom x reader #cr kingdom #burning spice cookie x reader #silent salt cookie x reader #mystic flour cookie x reader #shadow milk cookie x reader #eternal sugar cookie x reader #beast cookies x reader #beast cookies

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - 38

PREV

If it weren’t for the fact that he and Riko had stumbled across a truly traumatizing video of his birth that they had watched secretly in Tetsuji’s office when he was away on a business trip one weekend Kevin would believe that he was born with an Exy racquet in his hand. But the image that is seared into his retinas to this day has proven that he came into this world empty handed.

That doesn’t change the fact that Kevin has spent the majority of his life utterly and completely submersed in Exy. He was trained as a Raven, he was court, he was a champion as both a Raven as a Fox and if he had his way he’d leave college with more Championships under the orange and white than the black and red.

Exy was everything in the world to him.

He could overlook many personality defects if someone brought something to the Court.

Apathetic five foot nothing who was more likely to stab him than shake his hand? Well, he’s the best goalie that Kevin had ever seen in his entire life (and that was saying something).

Tight ass who has anger management issues and will not shut the fuck up about his girlfriend now that he’s not even allowed to have? Well, he is a very solid backliner who has excellent ball handling skills (even if Aaron keeps telling him to stop saying it like that or why he keeps yelling that he’s straight).

Overly touchy, too emotional, will not shut the fuck up about his fiancé in Germany? Well, he is a very solid backliner who is great at rebounds (Kevin doesn’t get why Nicky gets mad when he says that or why he brings up Erik).

Guy who actively dislikes him and is dying for any chance to punch him and also being overly attached to his friends? He’s a great enforcer on the court and had the stamina to play far longer than the other two backliners (Why Dan always said “yeah he does” whenever Kevin commented on Matt’s stamina he will never understand, and he also doesn’t want to.)

Suspicious kid from Millport with a mouth that could strip paint and a past so shrouded in mystery that it even had Andrew perking up in interest? Well, he’s the fastest Striker in the game and the only person that has ever kept up with Kevin’s obsession with the sport. (There was the minor downside that he was the son of the Butcher and almost died before the championships, but Neil pulled through.)

He tolerated all of them and now they’re his best friends.

There are some who he does find personally objectionable but so long as Jack and Sheena manage to continue to be good on the court he doesn’t care about the many many faults in their personalities. They’re his teammates, they aren’t his friends.

He accepted that he might not like any of the others that came onto the team. For the most part he had never given a shit about before the Foxes, content with his brotherhood with Riko even if it wasn’t…perfect. Then he became friends with FF and FF had done him a truly large favor and Kevin wanted to pay that back the best way he knew how. Through his truly infallible health advice and through perfectly crafted smoothies.

Then Daniel appeared with the truth that FF truly met all requirements to be a Fox and Kevin tasted his own smoothie for the first time.

He considered both revelations to be equally upsetting.

Still…

FF was one of the best dealers Kevin had ever had the pleasure to be on Court with. The man knew his position well and interrupted offensives with an enviable ease that made Kevin wish to possibly strap some sort of device onto him and figure out how he did certain things.

It wasn’t that far off to believe that a man raised in the same environment as FF could possibly have similar talents and since Lisa fucked off back to some small town cult they really did need a good sub. Sheena was a good offensive dealer but they had games coming up where defense would be imperative and FF did not have the stamina for a full game and likely would not for quite some time considering he’d be recovering from being stabbed.

So, he’d defended Daniel’s right to try out.

At first, he had felt vindicated. Daniel kept up quite well during the initial warm-ups. Kept pace with Jack, Sheena, Aaron, Andrew, and Nicky. Kevin had been bringing up the rear mostly to make sure that Andrew didn’t stab the guy during warm-ups.

Then it was time for the first precision drill.

The other thing about how Kevin was raised is that he was raised surrounded only by the best of the best. The Ravens were at the top of the Collegiate hierarchy. The National Court used their stadium for practice.

The worst Exy that Kevin had ever seen in his entire life up until the moment that Daniel took hold of an Exy racquet was still only the worst team in Collegiate Division 1 Exy.

Then Kevin watched the ball go so wide that the entire court went silent.

All of the drills that followed were as bad, if not worse.

Kevin felt himself start to vibrate with anger the longer it went on. He started to shout corrections at Daniel but the younger man merely rolled his eyes, “I think I know what I’m doing.” He would say before pointedly proving that he did not.

Kevin only realized nearly an hour in that he had wasted his entire practice shouting himself hoarse at the actual waste of human life that was Daniel Stanton.

Kevin could accept being bad at Exy and having an inoffensive personality. Kevin could accept being good at Exy and having a bad personality.

Kevin could not accept being bad at Exy and having a bad personality.

Coach Wymack called the practice to an end and Kevin thought that he’d manage to keep his anger mostly inside (he is ignoring the near hour of practice he spent screaming directions) when Daniel decided to deliver the Coup de Grace.

Sweat soaking his bangs, panting, and without a single thing done correctly (even the way he was currently holding his borrowed Exy racquet set Kevin’s teeth on edge) the man had the gall, the gumption, and the absolute AUDACITY to come up to the coach.

“So, where do I sign?” he asks.

Kevin sees red and unleashes hell.

***

This was the most fun Andrew has had at a practice since he started having to come to them.

The look of embarrassment on Daniel’s face as Kevin accurately tore into everything he did wrong on the Court and every personal failing that Kevin could home in on. His attention shifted away to FF sitting in the stands near the University official who was shaking her head at the obvious poor showing. The University may have wanted Daniel around to spruce up the Fox’s marketability but even they couldn’t let someone so obviously awful onto one of their few Division 1 teams.

FF was sat sipping one of Kevin’s god awful smoothies looking completely unshocked by Daniel’s showing.

Kevin turned his attention to FF, “You said he was good!” Kevin points at the freshman as he continues to sip the drink.

Andrew interrupts, “He never said he was good.” He remembers the conversation so exactly and there are few things he loves more than having the opportunity to rub it in Kevin’s face when the man is wrong, “He said ‘Daniel has always been athletic’ never anything about him being good.” Andrew reminds.

Kevin whips back around to Daniel, “Have you ever even played Exy?” Kevin demands.

“I didn’t think it’d be hard to pick up.” Daniel argues crossing his arms defensively.

It sets Kevin off on another furious rant.

Andrew had thought that FF didn’t have a mean bone in his body and he’s quite pleased to have been proven wrong. The thought that FF had let Daniel get all the way into embarrassing himself in such a way?

Andrew had to give him props.

“How does it feel getting to watch this idiot crash and burn?” he asks coming to the glass.

“Really thought he could manage it if I could.” FF says with a shrug that has Aaron bark out a laugh.

“You really figured?” Aaron asks coming to stand next to Andrew.

FF just shrugs again, “I mean I also started not knowing how to play and now I’m on a pretty good team.” He says as if FF starting as a child not knowing how to play is the same as someone walking in demanding a spot on a college team.

Nicky lets out a laugh.

“Oh, Smithy I could kiss you.” Nicky laughs and makes his way towards the Court entrance to likely do exactly that moving past a Daniel who was so red in the face with embarrassment and anger that he looked as if he was about to turn purple.

Andrew tuned in.

“…small pond. The only reason you ever felt like you were worth anything is that Smiths was too nice to put you in your place before now!” Kevin was probably talking about medium-sized fish in a small pond but Andrew didn’t really care to know.

“Are you going to let him talk to me like this?!” Daniel finally turned to Wymack.

“Kevin, you shouldn’t talk to the public like that.” Wymack says without a hint of chastisement in his voice.

Kevin still straightened at the reminder, “You’re right. Sorry coach.” Kevin sneered at Daniel, “Get off the court before you taint it.” He hisses.

“You’re really not going to sign me?!” Daniel demands.

“Why would I?” Wymack asks with a raised brow.

“You took a chance on John!” Daniel points towards FF.

Andrew watches as Wymack’s face does something he’d rarely seen it do, it goes utterly and completely cold. “I don’t take chances with my kids.” He spat, “I give my kids a second chance. Get the hell off of my court.” He hisses.

Daniel’s face purples further before he stomped off of the Court.

“Don’t you dare walk off with that racquet! It’s worth more than you!” Kevin shouts after him and Andrew in that moment realizes that Daniel is going to do something stupid.

And FF is on the other side of the Plexiglass with only Nicky at his side.

It’s like watching a train crash.

Daniel might say something, but Andrew doesn’t know. He sees Neil rushing as well, his sense of danger always well-honed but Neil had been in Captain mode in the moments before walking some of the sophomore and freshmen through what they had done wrong.

Neither of them will make it in time.

Daniel throws his racquet, and he throws it right at FF barely 5 feet away in the stands.

The Racquet blows past FF’s head and Andrew lets out a breath.

Then before it could crash into the seats behind him and break FF’s hand wrapped around the shaft of the stick and stopped it’s trajectory.

“Your aim really isn’t getting any better by not listening to Kevin’s advice.” Smith says as he twirls the racquet in his hand so that the net was on the ground. “Also, don’t break the equipment, like Kevin said it’s pretty expensive.” He says.

Daniel let out a primal scream but where Andrew had stalled out to watch the miraculous catch Matt Boyd had not. Daniel was tackled to the ground by the backliner, “Absolutely not.” Matt said with a scowl.

“Smithy are you okay?” Andrew hears Nicky ask.

“Yeah, why?” FF asks as if he hadn’t just been attacked but considering everything that Andrew had seen it wouldn’t shock him if Daniel’s attacks were just par for the course back home for FF. “The racquet looks okay too.” He adds.

“Coach Wymack,” The University representative made their way down looking flustered at the outburst of violence.

Obviously not someone who regularly watched Exy or paid attention to their team.

“This is why I wanted absolute control over who does and who doesn’t get a shot here.” Wymack hisses pointing at Daniel as he struggled under Matt.

“You have our sincere apologies for this.” She says looking at Daniel, “He didn’t… we thought he’d be good for the team’s culture but it seems like we may have misjudged-“

“That guy just tried to take Smithy out!” Nicky interrupts.

“I told you he was dangerous.” Neil adds.

“Can someone call campus security?” Matt asks from the ground, “This jackass keeps aiming for kidney punches and I would like to not be pissing blood during winter break.” Matt requests.

“O-of course!” the University representative says fumbling for her cell phone.

Andrew looked at Matt and figured that the backliner had a handle on that particular mess at the moment.

He made his way over to FF and Nicky who was checking over the freshman.

“Nice catch.” He says.

FF shrugs, “It’s my racquet he was borrowing.” He says, “I didn’t want to get a new one.” He adds.

***

FF watches as campus security took custody of Daniel as he continued to spit and scream. There are talks about pressing charges, but FF just wants Daniel off of the campus and away from him. It’s Jack of all people who says that getting a restraining order is a great way to make sure Daniel stays the hell away from him and FF nods consideringly.

Honestly, he’s still mostly in shock he managed to catch his racquet the way he had. His reflexes weren’t quite up to snuff since he’d been trying to catch the netting, but his hand only closed around the shaft.

Embarrassing.

He really hopes no one teases him about his slower reflexes.

“He needs to be charged for assault at least.” Kevin hisses as they watch the security officers take Daniel away.

“It’d be attempted assault.” Aaron corrects.

“He assaulted my eyes with his Exy.” Kevin insists.

“If that counted as assault, don’t you think I would have pressed charges for all the times I have had to see you dance at Eden’s?” Neil asks. “Also, you’re the one that insisted he try-out.” He reminds.

“Smiths told me he was good!” Kevin screeches.

“No, we’ve been over this Day. Smithy said he was athletic.” Nicky reminds. “Are you going to do what Jack suggested?” he asks turning to FF.

“I’d like to see significantly less of Daniel.” FF admits.

“You know he did actually commit assault, if I pee blood I’m making Kevin go buy me pads.” Matt says.

“Whatever.” Kevin says as they continued to make their way back to the dorm to get ready for the day.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

NEXT

#Fluent Freshman AU #Up next is the Winter banquet and Winter break #looking forward to that as well #I'd like to thank Snow for their help with some decisions made in this chap #and declunkifying some of my phrasing #I would also like to thank the new Jujutsu Kaisen OP for being a banger #also Unfathomed Force from Trails to Azure OST for continuing to be a banger #Grandma Smith is heading home in the next part which makes me sad even if she hasn't featured a lot in the drafts since the hospital #Daniel absolutely ends up punching a security guard #And ending up in like a holding cell at a real police station #He has one call #And he calls Smith's number demanding he come and help him get out #too bad the only number he has is a phone sitting in Wymack's desk #Guess someone else is gonna have to come and pay bail and help Daniel outta there #also my apologies for putting Daniel on u Elle Woods but it's for the meme #Also also I would like to give a shoutout to Matt Boyd who made the 'save of the day' #Its an award usually for goalies but u da real MVP today #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #FF - 38

[exy-shmexy]

HC that one day while he’s on his way back from Abby’s house, Wymack finds an abandoned puppy in the middle of the road.

It’s late and he looks hurt so Wymack rushes back to Abby’s so she can look at him. He has an injury on his back leg, probably from getting hit by a car and he is full of fleas. They give him a thorough bath, the water running brown from mud and dead fleas. Despite that, the puppy doesn’t seem bothered by the water in the slightest and even ends up splashing water all around Abby’s bathroom, which makes her laugh.

She treats his wound and the puppy falls asleep in Wymack’s arms as she wraps a bandage around his leg. She smiles fondly at them but he gruffly tells her he’s not keeping him. He’ll go to the vet the next day and leave the puppy there, so don’t get attached Abby dammit.

She takes a photo when he isn’t watching.

They end up spending the night at Abby’s, not really sleeping considering the puppy decided to claim Abby’s bed as his own too and stretched its entire length over the blanket the entire night.

Wymack takes the dog to the vet in the first hours of the morning, telling the Foxes through their group chat that Dan will lead practice for the day as he won’t be able to come. He tells Abby to say goodbye to the puppy before they go, but he’s holding him in his arms and Abby laughs when he pulls up in front of her house an hour later with the puppy happily prancing behind him as best as he can with a thick bandage around his injured leg, a brand new collar around his neck as Wymack carries a puppy bed and toys inside. He grumbles at Abby and she just pats his shoulder. As it turns out, the puppy is a two months old belgian malinois, he is in very good health except for the wound on his leg but it will heal just fine. Abby asks if he picked a name yet and Wymack says no. He wasn’t even supposed to keep him. She rubs the dog between both ears and helps Wymack carry a bag of dog food inside.

She doesn’t comment on it but her heart suddenly feels very warm at the prospect of them visiting often enough to leave stuff at her own place.

The next day, Wymack shows up to practice with the puppy following behind and trying to murder his leash. When the Foxes see him, they all melt. Dan asks for his name and Wymack says he doesn’t have one. Neil immediately suggests calling him Exy, but then gets an exasperated look from everyone except Kevin who is too busy greeting him and getting his hand licked. Neil thinks it would be a great name but then throws his hands up in the air when the Foxes and Wymack firmly say no again.

Wymack tells everyone now is not the time to coo around a puppy so he starts practice for the day but it is very quickly interrupted by the puppy chasing after the balls and running around after everyone.

Practice that day is catastrophically unproductive until the puppy is too tired to keep up so he goes lay down next to Wymack for a much deserved nap.

It’s the middle of the week, but everyone goes to Abby’s after their classes to play with the puppy and try to find him a name. Neil grumbles Exy would be perfect and only gets a smile from Renee.

No one can decide on a name yet but they all agree this is now the official team dog.

#I'm picturing Kevin slamming the ball at Andrew and before Andrew can intercept it the dog just jumps out of nowhere to snatch it #poor Neil will never get to call the dog Exy because everyone is against him #all for the game #aftg #aftg headcannon #david wymack #abby winfield

[francesderwent]

Jonathan starts out the story with a very close-knit family unit, a mother and a brother who all love each other deeply but who have already faced a lot of hardship. this leads to him having a very batten-down-the-hatches, circle-the-wagons kind of approach to life. his circle expands (minutely) as the story progresses, to include Nancy and Argyle, but he always has a limited list of people he cares for, and his goal is to protect them. he’ll make sacrifices for them, he’ll shape his life with them in mind. his whole universe shrinks to fit the few people who matter, and everything else fades away—including the possibility that those people could find happiness in the wider world. the world is a threat, something to be guarded against. you can’t take on the world and win, it’s not going to change for the better no matter what you do, you just have to keep your head down and deal with the tragedy of it. he’s seen monsters, he’s known loss. he knows all too well that the picture-perfect happy family is an illusion painted over resentment and cruelty, or even just an illusion painted over the complications that come with loving flawed people. any other outlook is naivety—this is why Jonathan has so little patience for Bob Newby, who is decent but simple, buying into all the things that Jonathan has already seen aren’t unbreakable. and this is why Jonathan walks away from Steve and Nancy kissing in the high school halls in season 2, not out of jealousy, just out of impatience with how juvenile and unrealistic it seems to him. they’re playing into the image of what teenagers are supposed to be and do, the path they’re all meant to be on, and Jonathan doesn’t have any time for that. the image is a lie. the path where you try to fit into the world and put down roots there can only destroy you. when Will feels bombarded, Jonathan doesn’t tell him that he’s going to be happy and people will come to understand him; Jonathan tells Will that he understands him. Jonathan will do absolutely anything to be there for the people he loves; the world will do nothing for them but break them. their happiness, if they find it, is going to have the quality of escape: stepping outside the stifling boundaries of what’s expected and hiding out in a Castle Byers, somewhere they can be safe with the people they love, away from everything that wants to hurt them.

Steve starts out with a couple of merely surface-level friendships and no close family; he’s an only child, he has nowhere to direct his love and devotion, and no one giving that unconditional love to him. he’s already won everything small town high school life has to offer him, reputation and good looks and unsupervised freedom. when all of that is revealed to be vanity of vanities, useless trappings laid on top of an empty cynical life, he too sees monsters and comes to know loss. but his reaction to it is different. in season two, Steve still sees some value in going to a party and wearing the costumes he and Nancy worked hard on. he sincerely misses his girlfriend after an hour, without any cynicism, without needing to appear cool. he’s thinking about getting a job with benefits, so he can be someone to rely on. and as soon as anyone steps into his peripheral vision, Steve loves them. he loves Dustin who orders him around, he loves Robin who makes fun of him, he loves the kids who don’t listen to him, he loves Nancy who broke his heart. his perfect popular ordinary life was empty—so he fills it up with real things, that are still very much real ordinary things. he gives ice cream to the kids and watches movies with Robin, he remembers the song that the carousel horse plays, and through it all he keeps on looking for love and believing in love. the more darkness Steve sees, the more fully he throws himself into the world. it’s after he’s come very near to dying that he tells Nancy his deepest wish is to have a big family and see the world with them—he wants to bring MORE little people into existence and then he wants to introduce them to the whole of the world. he wants to have adventures with them, ordinary people in an extraordinary world, forging through it all together. and then, it’s in the oppressive hell of the upside down, where darkness is literally all around him, that he confesses that the dream is still tied up with her—not some picture-perfect fantasy, but a grounded hope, rooted in his real and abiding love for her, as he really sees her. the world is dark, and wilder and more complicated than it appears. but Steve finds his hope in the most ordinary thing there is: a husband and wife and their children. he is the sane man in a mad world that G.K. Chesteron talks about: the normal boy who becomes the fairy tale hero. 

so what about Nancy? Nancy’s outlook on darkness and the world is very much “ride out and meet them”. she sees evil in the world, and chooses to face it head on, and then, as much as possible, she tries to shoot it in the face. not for nothing does she tell Jonathan in season one when he asks what they should do about the demogorgon, “I want to kill it.” she’s not just being dramatic. she means it. what Nancy most wants, from the moment she discovers the tragedy and violence of life, is to eliminate evil in the world. she wants to kill the demogorgon, she wants to root out the unprincipled men who let it loose and see them punished for the harm they caused, she wants to banish the mind flayer even if she has to chase him out with a hot poker, she wants to set vecna on fire and then pump him full of hot lead.

and so, initially, Jonathan’s perspective seems attractive to her, because he too is aware of precisely the evil that she wants to fight, whereas Steve seems to still be appreciating the shiny surface, the veneer of normalcy and happiness that has ugliness underneath it. “it’s all bullshit,” she tells him. she can’t play the role anymore, she can’t pretend everything is fine when everything that she once knew was poisoned by death. and not only is Jonathan aware of the darkness lurking under reality, his rejection of it is so total that he’s willing to reject the entire world along with it. he so hates the evil that Nancy wants to fight that he will turn away from everything else to hide away with just her and Will. that’s romantic. it is! eros loves to say “you and me against the world”, and the romanticism of that does win out in season two. Nancy picks Jonathan and the escape he offers, picks him because he sees the same world she does. but as the story progresses, we see that their worldviews don’t align perfectly. they’re not in agreement about how to deal with the world. Jonathan wants to get through his internship with a minimum of conflict and go home to his family; Nancy wants to prove herself, change people’s minds, make a lasting difference. Nancy is starting to imagine a life she can build with him, Jonathan can only see what he already has and wants to preserve.

so what we see starting to happen in season four is Steve’s perspective is becoming more and more appealing to Nancy. she’s surprised by that, and I think confused by it. it doesn’t make any sense to her, but suddenly his hopes and dreams don’t sound like bullshit anymore. the picture he paints for her of the life he wants sounds nice, especially because he knows what he’s talking about; he’s been quietly practicing for it, taking care of others younger and weaker than himself, attracting no attention and asking for no reward. it’s not bullshit, it’s not naive—it’s the dream she had before everything fell apart, and now it could be real. and why does Steve’s hope become steadily more and more attractive than Jonathan’s escape? because Jonathan can only retreat, into the safety and solitude of the Byers homestead or into a cloud of smoke. Steve can enter into the world and transform it, light it up from within. Steve can act, and Nancy is a woman of action.

#meta whine and rant #tagging for spoilers: #stranger things s4 #me writing this like: i don't think i have anything to say about nancy except that she wants to fight #which - in fact - IS all I said about nancy #I DO not understand her like I feel I understand the boys #but I think I am correct on that one point #also. do not ask me to explain what jonathan's deal is vis a vis college in s4 #because I do not remember #also catch me putting the g.k. chesterton reference in the body of the post instead of in the tags where it belongs #can't stop won't stop babyyyy #also. like. look at this. #steve is a chesterton hero for SURE #but jonathan IS a taylor swift leading man!!! #I'm sitting here writing meta for a fantasy show!! obviously I am ALL ABOUT escape!! #but I do think nancy is gonna go the other way! #also. just. #'high school is fake but marriage is real' is my favorite love triangle take of all time #yeah! reject the ruling forms of teenagerhood!! it's so stupid!!!!! #but then get married and have six little nuggets #stranger things

[ashiemochi]

pussidon - ACT II | xxi

✠ Pussidon ↳ sounds like trouble ↳↳ can we eat it?

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, angst, gore, smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

♰ Content includes: soft dirty talk, nipple play (if you squint), foreplay (f receiving, m receiving), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, mentions of masturbation, +11.6k words of pure 'ily' filth.

Also, I tried not to use So Ah’s name much to keep this as self-indulgent as I possibly can. Have fun! but not too much👀

prev -> ✠

It was a quarter past eleven when she found herself in her studio. Leon had gone to their bedroom, suggesting to catch some sleep and that they can catch up in the morning when they’re both well-rested. 

Leon even did the dishes despite her wanting to, saying how she needs to relax. 

Jetlag is a bitch.

Canvases of different sizes and shapes were hung up on the walls. Her art desk always looked like such a mess, clutters of papers and pens scattered around like she was speed-painting in real life. She does remember being in a rush to get ready and leave for the speech at Tall Oaks University after having lost track of time painting away. 

A half-finished covered canvas sat on her easel and she tilted her head at it, not really remembering this one. She kind of recalls the thought process of sketching it out but putting down colours was delayed due to the event. She resorted to throwing a blanket over it and then dipped to get ready for the speech. 

With curiosity itching at her fingertips, she carefully tugged the hem of the fabric down. As it draped and pooled around the legs of the easel, her breath was taken away at the sight. 

The colour blocking was rough but the shapes were well placed. The red paint on the canvas matched her cheeks as she took in the undone sketch. She had the habit of jumping straight to colours, using a soft red-tinted brown to place down the anatomy and the idea of the sketch. Half of the canvas was done, leaving the rest fading out into separated lines and mixed hues. 

She could vaguely make out the two bodies – male and female. The man had the woman close to him, arms holding onto her waist. The familiar sharp jawline was drawn perfectly but the upper half of his face was smudged out, not complete. He was close to the woman’s cleavage, perfect nose nudging her neck as his rose-red lips were parted, either breathing out, breathing her in, or moaning. 

Spots of purple galaxies along with red bruises painted her body, face curtained by her smooth hair as the woman’s face was out of the canvas, leaving only her neck, torso, and a glimpse of her bent up thighs. Her arms were on his shoulders, fingers tangled in his roughed-up hair as if she had done it a million times prior.

It oozed with love and neediness. Longing. 

Her petite fingers let go of the blanket, speechless as all her emotions started crashing in one by one. Her starvation for a loving touch from a certain man, the hunger for his way of handling her body and putting her in positions he wants – something she doesn’t mind because she’d do anything to hear her name being drawled by him – and god –

His way around words, making them dirty and sultry than ever. 

She needed him. 

That was what her body’s been craving for the past month – and over. Their love-making was put on hold ever since that outbreak had happened, forcing her desire to be concealed in a jar for hours. The implanted chip made her feel worse; as if her body never belonged to her. From one mad scientist to a corrupted agency, she yearned for a loving touch.

For Leon.

She thirsts for him. 

“So Ah, where are you?” 

In a daze, the Han girl turned off the lights in her studio and walked toward his deepdeep voice. Having reached their bedroom, Leon emerged from the bathroom. His hands were rubbing against one another as if lathering something – then the scent of the sweet aloe vera rushed to her nose. 

The same lotion Leon always owned. 

Leon irked a puzzled brow at her uncharacteristic self. Her cheeks were flushed soft red, hands clenching and relaxing by her side as she gazed at him in such–

“What’s wrong?”

“... Leon…”

His mind instantly picked up on her quiet tone. It was close to a whisper.

A whimper.

Assuming something was actually up, Leon shut the bathroom door behind him and made his way to her. Concern was written all over his face with his brows knitted together subtly.

The girl couldn’t handle it, his whole fresh-scented aroma clouding up her senses like a drug. She never did drugs, but she can only guess how they feel. 

As Leon opened his mouth to talk and coax her to open up, a pair of petite hands were quick to hold his cheeks and tug him down. Leon’s eyes widened for a moment but closed once her lips were on his. The kiss was needy, being led by her entirely as Leon’s hands went to her hips, trying to keep up. 

Like it was mentioned before, she was not being herself. She was never the one to take the initiative but she does throw subtle hints.

Yet this was not subtle in the slightest.

Her lips were softer than ever, pressing up against his and moving sensually. Her body moved to his on its own as if being pulled by a magnet, not getting enough of him. Leon stumbled slightly backwards and his back met the wall with a muffled huff. As Leon kissed her back, he could tell the night was going to end differently. Not to mention her audible hums and her roaming hands.

Leon parted from her lips with a soft pop, eyes trying to catch hers but her lips only went to the spot under his jawline, receiving a hitched hiss from him. His hands tightened on her hips in an attempt to get her attention. He wasn’t going to lie that this new character of hers was evoking something wild inside of him; a need to ravish and give. 

He was a giver after all. 

“So Ah, wait–” Leon tried to speak again as she nipped at his neck, receiving yet another hiss – especially when her cold hand had slipped under his shirt, tracing his ab lines fluently as if trying to remember every inch of him again. 

Something was off – not entirely wrong, but Leon could only assume she wasn’t thinking straight. 

His hand shot down to her wrist, stopping her enticing ministrations on his abdomen and his ears perked up at the small whine from her. Fuck, it was getting hard.

Both figuratively and literally.

His erection was becoming apparent by the second yet he refused to acknowledge it. She was up on her tiptoes again with her free hand tangling her fingers with the subtle mullet of his, kissing him again and an involuntary groan came from him. Jesus Christ, the hunger was off the charts for her.

And for him too – all those lonely nights with nothing but erotic porn on his screen and a right hand in his pants. He preferred to have the faces of the pornstars cut out, letting his mind reimagine them as if it was him and his girl in that sensual video. The neediness for her was catching up to him, making his skin feel hot and bothered.

But not like this–

In a firm grip, Leon held the side of her face and pushed her away. Quick pants were leaving her swollen lips, matching his as she tried to get back to his addicting lips but Leon kept his hold on her. 

"What's gotten into you?" Leon questioned lowly, aware of her other hand trying to slip away. Her eyes refused to meet his, knowing she'd end up crumbling onto her knees – not like she'd mind.

Leon stared intensely into her avoidant needy cinnamons as her body pressed up against him and he brought her face back to him with a small frustrated huff. He needed her to use her words.

"Talk to – shit," Leon's head tilted low at the sudden sensation of her hand brushing against his bulge and he snarled, returning his eyes to her with a glare.

In one swift movement, Leon twisted them around so that she was pressed up against the wall. Her wrist was pressed against the wall next to her head. In a last feeble attempt to feel him up, his leg positioned itself in between hers, pinning her to the wall.

A hitched gasp came from her at the unexpected roughness and Leon turned her head up so she could finally meet his lust-blown intimidating azuls, his hand gripping her jaw to force the eye contact.

"So Ah, what the hell is up with you?" Leon snapped, clearly growing sexually frustrated.

"Please." She finally whispered, no longer trying to hide her need for him and Leon's eyes widened a bit at the tears in her eyes.

"I want you – I…" She took in a shuddering breath, trying to pry away her right hand from his, the other gripping the side of his sweatpants to tug him closer to her core, "I missed you so bad."

"Please, Leon," Her voice dropped to a whimper, desperation more apparent than ever, "You – didn't you… Miss me too?"

Leon pressed his lips together, almost feeling bad for having been far away from her for a long while, "Of course, I did, sweetheart. But you're still griev–"

She shook her head quickly like a little kid refusing to eat veggies, "I'm begging you," She cut him off, pleading teary orbs staring right up at him.

Her head dropped to his chest as she murmured, admitting defeat, "I lied, okay? So many horrible things happened in that past month and–"

Tell him.

"My family's still mourning about her–"

He won't be mad.

"Everything's been so overwhelming and I don't feel okay. A–And I…"

The tracker.

Her voice ended up in a hitch, hand reaching up from his sweatpants all the way up to his shirt's collar, holding it as if to cradle her bearings. Her shoulders shook visibly, voice coming out soft and pleading, "I just need to feel like myself again, Leon…”

“So Ah…” Leon released a sigh with a frown, dropping his hand from her cheek to the space between her shoulder and neck to gently massage her sore muscles, “Things like this take time. You just lost your sister and–”

“No, no – I know that.” She interrupted, shaking her head as the grip on his shirt’s collar tightened, “But I need… I want to move on and forget. I – I… Want to feel like I’m alive…”

Leon met her teary, soulful ambers when she lifted her head up. Her hand reached up to the side of his neck, thumb caressing his jawline timidly. Leon was still unsure, darting his eyes to the side to try and think. 

His fiancee had gone through a traumatizing night where she ended up losing her own sister, she stayed with her family for over a month to deal with the grief and now that she’s back, she’s desperate – completely and utterly submitting herself to him.

Something still felt a bit off like a missing piece of a puzzle but he didn’t know what it was. Not to mention, they never had the chance to really talk and for him to figure out what was truly the reason behind her neediness to have his hands on her. 

And he’d be cast as a deceiver by God himself if he were to lie and say that her seduction wasn’t working. After all, Leon needed her too.

To the girl, she was out of space. Her body was thrown from plastic gloved hands to another and it felt like her body truly wasn’t her own. In her mind, she believed a loving and intimate night with her future-to-be husband would revive her senses. She’d feel one again. 

No tracker.

No BSAA’s medics on her ass, watching every single step. 

Not a single corrupted mastermind aiming for world domination.

 

In a sense, she needed to unwind and forget everything even for just a moment. It’d allow her true thoughts to come through and allow her to think clearly – or clear enough. And if she knew any better from all those restless nights she had had with Leon, she knew it would be a wake-up call. 

“Leon…” She mumbled softly with the faintest of smiles, similar to the one she gave him on a certain hot day in August, “I want you to…” Her breath shuddered, forcing her voice to trail away. 

Adam’s apple bopped visibly when he swallowed thickly, and Leon’s eyes narrowed down darkly at her words. The hold on her wrist stiffened as his body subconsciously leaned forward when he inquired.

“Want me to what?”

Her ambers lightened up noticeably, cheeks turning redder than ever and she gulped down air to answer. Her brows curled up in the middle – the word ‘please’ never seemed more clear and submissive. His lips were inches apart from hers yet he was so so close that she could pick up the scent of the minty mouthwash he used. 

“I want you to fuck me,” Then her voice hitched to a whine when his left brow twitched at that word, “Like you. Need. Me.”

And just like that, the erotic heavy tension in the room reached its peak. Everything within Leon snapped at that, the chains of restraint dissipating into thin air. The craving welled-up tears in her eyes, the pleading glow within her dilated pupils, the redness of her nose and cheeks matching that of her slightly swollen lips, and the utter desperation in her voice.

Leon kissed her hard.

Nose bumping against hers along the way, he received a soft muffled sound, a little squeak in surprise. His lips met hers in a bruising way, teeth nearly crashing into one another but she didn’t mind, accepting it with greed. His fingers curled behind the nape of her neck, holding onto her face with a similar need and tilting her head to the side to deepen the liplock. 

Her breath was knocked out of her when his tongue slipped in without permission – not like she’d refuse it – and a whimper was swallowed by him, muffled by his own faint moan. It marked its not-so-new territory like it was the first time. Fire ignited within him at her hips trying to move against his thigh and he released her hand only to place his on her hip, pushing her down against him. 

A single tense from his thigh was all it took to receive an audible mewl from her. Leon seriously was about to lose his mind – adoring how responsive she was and they barely even started. Days and days of not seeing one another and hours upon hours of dealing with a viral outbreak – the desire for one another was skyrocketing through the roof. 

The need to be inside of her soaking cunt, the hunger for her soft petite hand wrapped around his aching cock with his mouth latched onto her bosoms; it was getting too much. 

Like an aphrodisiac, if you will.

She pulled away reluctantly from the kiss for some stupid air, panting heavily and Leon interrupted her by dipping his head to plant wet kisses along with butterfly ones, his long lashes and the stubble tickling her skin. A choked-up whine came from her throat, hand shooting down to hold his wrist when he tugged her hips closer, rubbing her clothed heat against his glorious thigh. 

“Le - ah,” She couldn’t even speak, drunk in his love as her free hand went to wrap around his neck, fingers residing in the back of his head. 

“Fuck, I’ve–” Leon groaned audibly, pressing up against her even more till there was little to no space left between them, “You got no god damn clue how long I’ve waited for this – couldn’t even jack off without thinking about you.”

Another whine emitted from her when the tension felt suffocating but in a good way – in a way she always dreamed of every night whilst touching herself, wishing it was his fingers. His hand slipped from her jaw to her back, pushing her close to him to place his kisses lower to her collarbones. 

“Don’t – don’t hold back,” She stammered, head tilting back against the wall followed by a high-pitched plea, “Please.”

Leon's lips connected with the collar of her button-up sweater, brows furrowing in annoyance. Releasing her back, he gripped the centre of her sweater and practically tore it open, the buttons now hanging limply by a knitted thread. 

Her chest heaved for air when her bra was out for show. It was a simple cute blue lacy bra with a small adorable bow in the middle. It hugged her breasts beautifully and Leon couldn’t help but tenderly yet firmly hold one. A moan came from her when he kneaded her breast, lips trailing up her neck to connect with hers after finishing its painting session. 

She whimpered against his sensual and loving lips, parting hers for their tongues to meet once again. The moist sounds along with his pleased hums made her head feel dizzy with lust. The uncomfortable wetness in between her thighs was becoming apparent, making her grow frustrated as she pushed his thigh away and he let her, completely taken away by her softsoft lips and the supple bosom of hers. 

She used one hand to slide up her skirt, blindly finding her underwear to push them low – or as low as she could reach.

“Please…” She parted to whimper, reaching for his hand to guide him where she needed him the most, “Touch me…”

Leon bit on his bottom lip, letting his fingers trail across her slit and he muffled a groan at the lewd sound she made when her arousal soaked his index finger. He dragged it all the way up to her clit then back down, deeply surprised with how wet she was – how ready. 

“F – shit, Leon-mh~” The Han girl whined, hips twitching forward for his touch and a low huff came from him in amusement. 

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.” Leon hummed, briefly kissing her as his other hand released her chest to hold her hip, “So responsive.”

With lithe but thick fingers, Leon dragged two in her folds right next to her clit, clearly entranced with how easily his fingers were moving – so slick. The room was barely lit by the two nightlights on each side of their king-sized bed but he could still see the glistening surface on his digits. It led her to yelp softly when a middle and an index finger smoothly went inside of her wet pussy. 

A rumbled chuckle vibrated against her chest from his as Leon tilted his head down to nudge her nose with his, a subtle smile plastered on his face. He was enjoying this; probably a bit too much but he deserved it just like she did. 

Choked moans escaped through her lips when he began pumping his fingers in and out, slowly but reaching deep with each thrust. She could feel herself growing wetter and hotter, her gummy walls squeezing around him as a silent ‘speed up.’

Leon chose not to listen to that. He had another plan in mind regarding getting her gushing. 

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” Leon whispered right next to her ear, planting an innocent kiss on her cheekbone. 

“Leo – n, please.” She heaved, her hand reaching for his forearm for something to hold onto yet it only made her more aroused as his arm was moving back and forth. Just like his hand and fingers. 

A deep snicker emitted from the man behind it all, the squelching sounds of her wetness along with his thrusts going amorously well with his voice. Like a perfect note to classical music. Leon leaned forward and kissed her brow sweetly but she knew it was anything but such. It was a taunt – a seductive one. It was an indication that said; patience.

So Ah waited months for this. She had no patience or willpower left in her anymore. 

But Leon had the upper hand, wrapped around his fingers – literally. 

The heavenly growing feeling started becoming more apparent with every thrust, making her lips part open for her whines and mewls. Legs were beginning to shake pathetically, unable to keep her standing for too long with Leon finger-fucking her deep and sl–

Oh, he upped the ante. 

“Leon, Leon – mh.” She gasped, the knot twisting and coiling in the lowest part of her abdomen. In an attempt to keep herself up, her hand shot out to hold onto her vanity’s table, nails scratching uselessly against the well-painted white surface. 

With a simple glance to the side, Leon removed his fingers. She could only stare in surprise as he brought his two fingers up to his lips. He held eye contact as he set his fingers on his tongue, lips pursing around them as he licked them clean. Those same fingers that were once in her. 

Fuck, he was going to be the death of her. 

Leon sighed out audibly when he pulled his fingers out, licking his lips then he nudged her chin up with the side of his index and a dark look. 

“I want to taste you,” Leon deeply murmured, lips brushing against hers just a little but enough to make her feel dizzy, “Can I?”

Who in their right god damn mind would say no to such a request?

She could only nod, whimpering out a small ‘mhm’ before closing the distance between their lips. Leon let her, moaning against her lips and he pushed his tongue inside – not like he needed to since her plumplum lips were parted for him anyway. His hands trailed down the small of her back, grabbing a handful of her ass to tug her close. 

A small sound came from her as she slid off her shirt, letting it fall to the ground then she wrapped her arms around his neck. His wandering hands went lower to the back of her thighs, slipping her panties to let them fall down to her ankles. He barely released her lips, a raspy whisper made her feel way more drenched.

“Jump.”

Like a trained puppy, she did and Leon held her, picking her up with ease as her underwear was left discarded next to the shirt. She fully expected to be tossed onto the bed by now – but what did she not expect was being set on something cold. She gasped faintly, pulling away from the kiss to find herself on her vanity table. Leon spared her a small sultry smile before lowering himself down to a low lunge. 

Her hands shot down to hold onto the edge of the desk for some balance and her scattered bearings, strands of hair slipping to curtain her face angelically. Wide cinnamons watched him as he tugged her hips forward so that her cunt was all for him, his sharp blues feasting on the sight of it. 

“Stay still. Okay, princess?” 

Princess. 

That was new. 

Pushing her leg up so her foot was set next to her hand, Leon planted a small kiss on her inner thigh. His other hand hiked her skirt up so it pooled over her abdomen. The moment his tongue slid all the way up from her core to her clit, her back arched and a sharp gasp emitted from her. A hum of amusement vibrated against her, making her whimper when Leon dove in. 

Licking and kissing all the way, sending her squirming for him to stop teasing her. He latched his mouth onto her little pearl – right where she needed him the most – and steadily rubbed his tongue against and over it. It moved sensually, easily finding that pattern to repeat to bring her closer and closer to cloud nine. 

“Leon~” She whimpered, trembling hand reaching for his locks of ash-blond hair, running her fingers through them. A certain suck made her eyes widen and lips part for a hitched gasp, fingers tangling with his hair in a near rough way. 

Leon hissed against her clit and trailed his hand to her upper thigh from the side, grabbing a handful of her supple flesh before pulling her mush to his face. He couldn’t get enough of her sweetness with a hint of bitterness – the perfect combination for his taste buds. He may not have a thing for desserts but if her sugary cunt was a choice in a buffet; then that’s all he’ll be having. 

His groan vibrated her bundle of nerves, sending her mind reeling and his azuls to roll to the back of his head briefly when her delicious-sounding moans returned along with her nails scratching his scalp. The slurping sounds were beginning to get louder as he pursed his lips around her clit, sucking it into his mouth with his tongue relentlessly rubbing that sensitive spot. 

Heavy incoherent pants came from above, her begs and warnings coming out choppy and high-pitched as her hips ground against his lips. Leon hummed, pleased as he gave her what she wanted. Tugging her close one last time, she had her back leaning against her mirror, gasping and whining at the building pleasure. 

Her hips were hanging off the edge, completely at Leon’s mercy. Her foot had slipped, sliding down his broad back to settle the back of her knee on his shoulder. The other had bent up to join, shyly caging his head in between her thighs where he ate her up like no one has ever done before. Her pussy was gushing and twitching, clit throbbing with need.

“Leon~! I’m – oh, god – ah~!” 

A loud moan of his name drawled out of her wet lips, practically going cross-eyed for a moment as a white-hot pleasure washed over her like an epiphany. Her hips stuttered as her cry of pleasure rang throughout the bedroom. Leon moaned against her cunt, lapping up all her cum to not leave anything behind. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy. Mmh~” Leon cursed, words coming out slurred against her pussy, mouth still sucking to urge her for more, “That’s it, keep cumming.”

Her legs felt like jello, shaking visibly around him as her eyes screwed shut when overstimulation kicked in. She shrieked at the high pleasure, weak hand trying to push his head away from her sensitive pearl. His grip on her thighs tightened, nails digging into her skin as he drank her up like a ravaged hungry man. 

Instinctively, her thighs clamped shut and tears began brimming from the corner of her eyes.

“Leon, wa – wait! Stop!” The Han girl cried out, hips writhing to escape his tongue assault and as if waking up from hypnotism, Leon released her swollen clit. She collapsed against the mirror, breathing heavily for air as her heart pounded erratically against her chest.

Leon chuckled in a hum, amused by her sensitivity as he nosed the tip of her clit, watching with half-lidded azures as it was visibly pumping. Lifting himself back up to his feet, her legs slipped down to the table and she nearly lost her balance if it weren’t for Leon to hold her. He chuckled once again as he got her to sit comfortably on the surface. 

“You did good.” Leon praised lowly, caressing her cheek as her eyes fluttered open to see him but they snapped down to her arousal glistening his mouth and chin, making his lips shine and look moremore kissable, “You still taste fucking amazing.”

She whimpered at his words, hands coming up to his collar. She pulled him close enough to connect their lips into an open-mouthed kiss. Leon’s nose scrunched up, groaning into the kiss and he tilted her head to the side, diving his tongue in to share her taste. Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt but managed to untuck them. 

Leon let her strip him, his free hand going up to grope her clothed breast, applying more pressure at the centre of it where her hard nipple hid. Parting lips for just a second to breathe, Leon kissed her again, not having enough of her plumplum lips. Their tongues rubbed and nudged and Leon appreciated her still trying to keep up the feigned dominance. 

It stirred him on more, blood rushing straight to his throbbing cock. As if sensing his frustration when his hips subconsciously gyrated against the edge of the table for attention, she trailed her hands down his shredded abdomen and tugged onto his waistband. 

This time, she pulled away from his needy lips, a faint giggle coming from her when he chased her lips. A small smile made its way to his lips at her happy sound, opening his eyes to gaze into hers lovingly. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” Leon asked gently, trailing his kisses to the corner of her lips and down her jaw, “You up for another round already?”

She let out a small hum at his enticing kisses, relishing in his touches and she whispered, “I… Can I touch you?”

Leon’s kisses stilled in surprise at her request, coming up to look at her with a raised brow. 

His sweetheart was never the type to top – she was probably the most submissive person he had ever met and he had met lots of people before her. The first time he let her jerk him off, he had to teach her the basics, holding her hand that held his erected dick to ease her up and down. She was quick to pick up the pace that he likes, sending him gripping onto the edge of the seat to hold back his release.

She’d stop to check up on him, innocently worried about him and he’d only assure her she was doing great. Amazing even. 

Must've sucked for her ex – Ji Dae – to lose such an art masterpiece; carved by God himself for the lucky man.

He won’t lie and say it wasn’t one of the best handjobs he had ever gotten. Besides, after that, she cleaned him up with her tongue. She looked so sweet, so timid and shy as she had done so, sliding her tongue all over his pelvis and dick. Her little innocence was what made him snap, picking her up to have her back pressed against his chest and three fingers in too deep.

 

A little recharge before he makes her forget her own name. 

“You want to–”

“Make you cum.” She spoke quickly then her eyes darted away, growing flustered when his eyes widened at her forwardness, “If… You let me – it’s just I enjoyed it last time and I… I loved your voice.”

Leon stifled a snort, blueblue orbs glowing in adoration as he repeated, “You loved my voice?”

“Yeah…” The girl whispered, shrugging slightly as her cheeks reddened under his intense gaze – not to mention his hand still shamelessly kneading her breast, “You sound…”

“I sound?”

“Pretty.”

God have mercy.

The floor beneath him suddenly felt like quicksand at her proclamation. Red rushed up the sides of his neck and to his ears, pinking due to her compliment. Leon wasn’t embarrassed when it came to moaning – he was pretty audible in making his partner know that he was enjoying the intimacy with them. He did get told that he needs to be on the quieter side – which never resulted in a second night. 

But as if God bestowed upon him an angel to make up for all the shit he had gone through with the cannibalistic zombies, he had met this little artist who only praised his deep moans. It was one of her many turn-ons. 

“I never thought I’d hear you say that,” Leon murmured, a smile spreading across his face. 

Her cinnamons glinted in a shy glow, “Does that mean…?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. You can make me cum.” Leon laughed lightly at her blush deepening before kissing her, smiling against the liplock. He brought his hips closer to the edge, giving her a silent indication that she has permission to take his sweatpants off.

With timid hands, she pushed it down, letting it pool around his ankles and he kicked them off. She broke the kiss to gaze up at him, “Can we move to the bed? The table’s kind of uncomfortable.”

Fuck, did she look so flustered as if this was her first time since she had sex with him. Mind you, they’ve been together for close to seven years. Yet to her, it’s always like the first time. 

First time falling in love with him – and he falls in love with her deeper each day. 

“Say no more.” Leon winked at her, receiving a fit of squeals when he picked her up with ease. She kissed him sweetly as he walked them to their bed, sitting down at the edge and he let his fingers graze down her back lightly. 

With slight shuffles, Leon rested his back against the headboard and the mountains of fluffed-up pillows; all whilst attempting to keep her lips on his. Few scattered playful giggles and chuckles emitted from both of them as they settled down – the Han girl on his thighs and Leon laid back. 

“Hold on.” Leon leaned forward for a moment, sliding off his shirt completely before tossing it to the ground. As if this was the first time, his fiancee marvelled at the sight of his toned body.

His body had become buffer and stronger since the day she met him. More permanent scars adorned his frame, showing years and years of battle wounds and strength training. It allowed his body to be fit and strong for any mission. Like a Greek God carved by Adonis himself to bring up any sexual desire or attraction. 

Symbolically enough, Leon was her Adonis and she was his Aphrodite. In lesser words though, the girl was damn near drooling.

Leon’s lip irked up to a tilted grin at her lovestruck face, hands coming up her sides and caressing her skin along the way till he reached for the bra clasps behind her back. 

“Like what you see?” Leon teased, pecking one of the many galaxies in her collarbone and she shuddered when his hot breath brought on her goosebumps. 

A faint trickle made itself known in her nape which promptly went ignored. She had more important matters at hand – like making her fiance beg and cum for her all over his washboard abdomen.

Maybe that’d be a good enough excuse to lick those abs. 

Her bra straps slipped down her arms and Leon ran his hands low, ushering the straps down before tossing the clothing to join his shirt. Similarly, Leon gazed fondly at her bosoms. Her rosy buds were on the hard side, albeit still soft. He – as always – noticed the cute mole under her breast along with the small potted leaves tattoo that she had gotten weeks after the ordeal with Frederic.

It was situated under her right bosom on the side. A small reminder of her lovable plant – Minty.

“Like what you see?” His buttercup referenced him lightly with a toothy bashful grin, earning a chuckle from him.

Leon brought her close with his head tilted up and planted a not-so-chaste kiss on her lips, “I’m loving what I’m seeing – you’re so god damn gorgeous, you know that, right?” Leon hummed as she shifted to lay on her side next to him, one strong arm of his wrapped loosely around her waist and then he rested his hand on her hip for his fingers to caress her skin there. 

“... Maybe…” She avoided his admiration-filled eyes, feeling flustered. 

Leon huffed playfully, bringing up his other hand to get her to look at him, thumb stroking her jaw, “I’m serious. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

Seriously, can one fall in love even more? Was that a possible thing?

“I love you, Leon.” The girl whispered softly, running her hand down his chest to his abdomen and then back up, feeling his body shiver beneath her light touches. She moved her other arm to rest behind his head, indirectly keeping him closer to her nipples. 

Leon smiled up at her, bringing his other hand to caress her side, thumb grazing the side of her boob, “I love you too, princess.”

His perceptive eyes watched her hand trail lower to his clothed bulge. The boxer-briefs wasn’t doing squat against his hardened erection, clearly straining to keep his cock tucked in. Her hand brushed over it, gently squeezing him and a hummed sigh left through his lips. 

“Wow…” She muttered in light surprise as she kept her hand to feel him up, “You’re so hard.”

Leon gritted through his teeth briefly, glancing up at her as he lied his head against her upper arm, lips brushing against the skin of her tender flesh as he spoke, “Well, when someone is as responsive to getting eaten out like you, then I doubt any man in their right minds wouldn’t be as turned on.” 

She blushed, looking down at him as her hand froze, thumb barely rubbing where his tip lay, “You mean it?”

“Of course, I do, So Ah. I don’t say things I don’t mean,” Leon breathed out, internally speechless at how worked she got him so fast and then cringed involuntarily, “And to be quite honest with you – it’s fucking painful.”

Her cinnamons widened in concern and he continued before she could ask if he was okay.

“I’ll be fine as long as you get to it.” Leon said, voice dropping an octave. A warning.

“Unless you changed your mind because I really want to be inside you right now.”

She was quick to shake her head, biting back a shy smile at his words, “Okay, I’ll ease away the pain.”

She slipped her hand under his garment to usher him out, cold fingers gently holding him. Leon muffled his sound, staring sharply as she slipped his dick out. It stood tall and red at the tip – she blinked in surprise. Tilting her head to the side in erotic curiosity, she trailed her hand down to his heavy sack, earning a hiss from him. 

“You done staring?” Leon raised a brow, clearly holding onto thin strings to not switch them around and drill his cock mercilessly into her cunt. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” She gave him a genuine apologetic smile, “You just look so pretty.”

That simple compliment made his cock twitch on its own and he hoped to all Gods she didn’t notice it. Fortunately, she didn’t and she pushed his last garment down with the help of him raising his hips. Nestling back down onto the bed, Leon propped up his leg as her hand got to work. 

She started out slow as she always does. Leon had noticed that whenever she’d offer to touch him, she’d always start with gazing at his cock as she stroked him in that perfect slow pace with her hand keeping a gentle squeeze. Another hummed sigh emitted from him, eyes fluttering shut despite him wanting to watch her jerk him off. 

“Fuck…” Leon drawled, ducking his head to the space between her neck and shoulder as his hand trailed up to cup her bosom. 

She held a soft innocent smile on her face as she rubbed his dick up and down, pecking the crown of his head as she whispered, “Does that feel good? Am I doing okay?”

Leon wished he knew better about her feigned innocence.

“Oh, you’re doing fucking fantastic, baby.” Leon mumbled, grinding his hips a bit into her hand, a silent ‘faster’ as he kissed her bosom and pinched the other. 

A small whimper came from her and this time, she noticed the twitch in his cock. Leon didn’t stop though, pulling her nipple into his mouth to twiddle it with his tongue and keeping his other hand busy with kneading her supple flesh – sometimes clasping his index and middle finger to squeeze her bud in between them. 

And she nearly crumbled, threading her fingers through his hair to pull him close with a louder whimper and consequently, the hand on his cock sped up. 

His moans’ vibration ran through her nerves as she twisted her hand downward, running her fingers against his heavy sack before back up to the tip. She paid special attention to his balls and the tip, knowing that was where he was most sensitive. 

His pants became heavier and heavier with her touches, using his other hand to push her chest closer to his mouth, teething her nipple. A faint squelching sound started becoming audible when his precum made its presence known. A glint appeared in her eyes at the sight of the barely clear wetness emitting from the tip. She scooped it and then lathered it up down his cock, earning a hiss from him when she slowed down. 

Ever so gently with a tightened squeeze, she fondled his sack, spreading his precum all over it. With her nails, she ran them down his inner thigh and Leon cursed, brows furrowed deeply in the middle as he opened his eyes to glare up at her. 

“You’re such a tease.” Leon hissed out, hips bucking once to get her to hold him again but she only removed her hand, giggling. 

“Learned from the best.” She replied back with a toothy smile. 

Her hand held him once again, wrapping her glistening fingers around him to pump him. Steadily, she picked up the pace to a normal one, enjoying his huffs and moans as the hand on her hip tightened its grip. His cock, if possible, grew harder in her hand and Leon panted, head falling back and releasing her rosy hardened bud.

“Keep going… Fuck, don’t stop.”

A familiar uncomfortable sensation began growing in between her legs, making her whimper uneasily at the feeling as she rubbed her thighs together for some friction. She should’ve learned better that Leon being vocal was a turn-on for her. Not to mention his other hand was still twiddling and twisting her poor nipple, sending electrifying surges of pleasure straight to her clit.

But she pushed on, trailing her hand back down to his sack then back up, stroking the tip directly and Leon’s propped leg twitched. A loud groan came from him, feeling her fingers trace the bulging veins on the side as she twisted her hand over the angry red blunt tip.

“Shit! That feels so damn – oh, baby – so good.” Leon moaned, his hand releasing her bosom to hold her hand over his cock. His fiancee blushed heavily at his ministration as he fucked her hand, even his hips were grinding up.

“Just like this, mmh~” Leon urged her to speed up to the pace that he likes, hand guiding hers and she followed, “Keep touching me like this.”

Without thinking too much about it, she hooked her leg over his thigh for more space.

“You look so pretty with my hand wrapped around you like this, Leon.” She whispered, kissing his forehead sweetly as his half-lidded eyes watched her hand, releasing it to grip the sheets next to him. 

With the way she was working him, his climax was nearing explosively and slowly. She grew so much as a person but mostly with how to make his orgasms stronger and send his thighs tensing. Wait till you find out how she offered head to release some tension when he was doing paperwork.

“You want to what?” Leon had asked, surprised as his fingers froze over his keyboard. 

“...I don't want to repeat it – it’s embarrassing.” She had replied, avoiding his perceptive eyes.

“You just asked if you could suck me off while I was working.” Leon had raised an eyebrow, a smirk teasing his lips.

“Ugh, I knew this was a mistake – Cho said her boyfriend likes it when she does it to him and–”

“And you thought I’d like it too…”

“Maybe… I mean… It was just a suggestion…” She was flustered, hands squeezing one another, “I’ll just leave – I’m sorry–”

“Come back here, sweetheart.” Leon had laughed, waving her over, “I didn’t say no.”

She stared in shock, heat rushing to her cheeks, “... Are you serious?”

“How can I refuse such an offer?” Leon had chuckled, glancing over at his screen, “I’ve got about an hour worth of reports and I do need to release some tension.”

“I’ll make it worth your time, I promise!”

“I know you will.”

“S-shit! So Ah,” Leon threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as his brows furrowed deeply at the way she stroked him how he likes it, “Fuck, you’re gonna make me – ah – cum~”

“It’s okay, honey.” The girl gave him a cute loving smile, “I’ve got you.”

Leon felt his heart pound heavily against his chest, ears focusing on her steady breathing and the audible wet sounds coming from his throbbing cock. Leon trailed his blues up to her, his breaths coming out through his faintly swollen parted lips as he gazed at her adoringly. 

Though the room was barely lit, Leon could see the lustful shy glow in her eyes and the flushed skin of hers. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, side bangs partially covering her cinnamon eyes that he oh so loved. 

She truly was one of a kind. 

The Han girl slowed her hand a bit, feeling a dull ache growing. The small pause was enough to hinder his orgasm and alert him.

“D–Don’t fucking stop.” Leon snapped, voice coming out in a growl and he was vaguely aware of the aching in her dominant wrist, rephrasing his wordings, “Please don’t. You got me so close – shit…”

A whimper.

A motherfucking whimper.

To say she was speechless to hear that tone in his deep ass raspy but smooth voice was an understatement – and she wanted more of it. Angling her wrist just right, she pumped his cock up and down, thumbing his tip each time she was up then grazed his sack with her pinky when she went down.

His hips bucked at this, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with a moan, ending with a shuddered inhale. His precum made it easier and slicker for her to jerk him off. Countless emotions ran through him along with the nightmarish memories of dealing with the outbreak. 

They could’ve died. 

She could’ve died.

His lover felt his hand cup her jaw, tugging her to look at him. Leon hummed audibly, nose scrunching up for a moment as her hand was still jacking his cock off to ease him to cum.

“I’ve missed you, bad.” Leon confessed, swallowing thickly as if to hold back his moans of pleasure, “I didn’t know if we were gonna make it out of there alive but – shit.”

His head dropped back again at the growing knot and she slowed her hand down to give him room to talk. Leon replaced the lost pace by grinding his hips upwards into her hand slowly, in perfect synchronization to indulge his need for her touches. 

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if something were to happen to you,” Leon continued, thumb caressing her cheekbone with a worried frown, “This house… It didn’t feel like home when you weren’t around, So Ah. It was… Terrifying having you gone that long.”

“I can’t imagine this world without you. I missed being with you like this and god damn it, it’s scary how much I love you.” Leon took in a shaky breath, nose flaring as his fiancee stared speechlessly at his proclamation. 

The utter love and concern oozed from those lips of his. His azures never looked more beautiful and infatuated as he gazed up at her. 

“My future has you in it. Everything else is just a bonus and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

This was his most vulnerable moment. 

Her voice came out in a whisper, “Leon… Are you…”

And she didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

Leon chuckled breathlessly, nodding as he pushed a hair strand away from her face to her see cinnamons entirely, “Yeah, sweetheart – I wanna start planning our wedding.”

There were welled-up tears in those azuls, triggering her own to appear. She never felt this strongly towards anyone before and she’ll be damned if she’d let anyone take him away from her. 

Like before, the chip made itself known which she – again – ignored. Damaged or not, the BSAA can eat dirt. 

“Are you sure?” So Ah whimpered, her hand stopping completely similarly to his hips, “You really want to?”

Pacific oceans beginning to sting, Leon crinkled his nose with a subtle sniffle and a tilted smile, “Of course, I do. I put a ring on you for a reason, buttercup.”

She remembers putting the wedding plans on hold till their lives reach a more stable turn but with an occupation like this, any day could be their last. It was a mutual agreement after all.

Overwhelmed tears escaped her eyes as she nodded quickly, biting back her cries when her hand trailed to his chest, “Okay.”

Leon’s eyes lit up at her agreement, smile widening, “Okay?”

“Mhm.” She nodded again and she caught a glimpse of a sneaky tear escaping from the corner of his eye before she was pulled down. 

Their lips met passionately, kissing with utmost need and fervour. Her heart rattled against her chest at the feeling, whimpering against his lips. Leon’s fingers trailed to the back of her head, deepening the kiss with a faint groan. 

Slowly, he pushed his body up to shift their position. His hips nestled between her thighs, using his other hand to bring her beneath him. Leon unzipped the side of her skirt before tugging it down, not breaking the kiss even when she took it off completely. 

They parted briefly for air but reconnected once again, unable to have enough of each other. His fingers trailed down her navel and to her swollen clit, steadily rubbing it in circular motions. Her moan came out muffled and she was quick to return the favour, hand finding its previous spot around his throbbing cock. 

It wasn’t going to take him long to cum since he was a lot closer. Leon parted from her lips, barely grazing hers as she pumped him purposefully. His two fingers slid down to enter her cunt, settling on a similar pace to stroke that spongy spot directly whilst having the palm of his hand rubbing hard against her clit. 

Tilting her head up with a loud whine, she received a kiss on the jaw from him as Leon panted heavily. Each breath came out shorter and quicker than the other, his cock squelching audibly as he neared his climax. To him, nothing was hotter than masturbating one another – especially when this night was going to end with him inside of her sweetsweet pussy. 

“Shit, oh fuck, I’m – keep going~”

As a cherry on top, she trailed her other hand down to stroke his heavy sack, squeezing them gently. Leon cursed vocally, his face nuzzling into the crook of her neck as he finger fucked her harder, earning similar wet sounds from her wet cunt and a loud mewl from her. It was wishful thinking to want her to cum with him.

Leon’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when the hot pleasure hit him in a massive wave, moaning out loudly into her neck when his orgasm washed over him. His vision whitened for a moment, abdominals tensing as his thick cum spurted out of his cock, painting her abdomen. His sounds of pleasure mixed sinfully with her gasping ones, growing more aroused at the beautiful sight of him coming undone. 

So Ah slowed her hand to ease him down from his high, squeezing the last bit of cum out and her stomach heaved at the feeling of his hot release on her. She loved it when he came on her; made butterflies flutter in giddiness. Using her less wet hand to stroke the skin of his hip and trailing up to his waist, her other hand released him. It was understandably wet from his precum and cum. 

Leon leaned away from her neck to kiss her heavily, making her moan helplessly for a moment and he sighed audibly against her lips. Thighs still tingling, Leon pulled back with a hazy smirk, his fingers resuming their slow thrusts. 

“Your turn,” He teased when her hips writhed beneath him, “Gotta give me time to get ready again.”

Well, shit.

Gulping air thickly, the girl kept one hand on his hip and the other – the somewhat clean one – trailed up to his bicep for something to hold onto. His lips wrapped around her areola, suckling her nipple with the occasional tugging as he steadily finger fucked her, directly rubbing that spongy spot. Her chest arched up into his mouth, her yelps encouraging him for more. 

Embarrassingly enough to her, she was already panting.

“Already close, Mrs Kennedy?” Leon snickered against her tit, teeth gently biting her bud before he released it to give the other bosom the same treatment, “I can feel you squeezing around my fingers.”

Talk about duality – one moment he was emotional as he confessed his utmost feelings for her and now he was back on his teasing bullshit. 

“What if – mmh – I’ll need time to re–recover?” She whimpered, raising her hand to the back of his head, holding onto his locks as he painted yet another hickey on her bosom. 

His fingers sped up, receiving that lovable squelching in return and her moans hitched up in her throat. Her thighs tried to clamp shut to try and slow him down but his hips were still in between, semi-hard cock poking her stomach.

A dark chuckle came from him at her question; a sadistic yet fond one. 

“You’ll be fine.” Leon only reassured and she picked up on the seductive tone behind it – then she instantly was aware of his cock slowly hardening once again. 

Someone call Doja Cat because RIP that pussy. 

Deep and deep his digits went, the fleshy part of his palm rubbed her clit. The pleasure was off the charts, making her gasp and mewl uncontrollably as drool rolled down the corner of her lips. Her cinnamons grew teary, hearing the gushes from her wet cunt as he ravished her core. 

The knot began growing and coiling in her lower abdomen, sending her breathing quickening to short ones as she neared her climax. Leon trailed his eyes down to between their hips, watching like a hawk as his fingers were getting soaked. They were slipping in and out with such ease that he truly believed he could fuck her senselessly so easily. 

He trailed his other hand to her bosom, thumb and index finding refuge around her perky rosy bud. A loud hitched squeal emitted from her as he indulged in her kink with a tilted smile, twisting, pinching and tugging as he kneaded her bosom. Her arm wrapped around his neck to pull him down, pressing her lips against his.

Her pathetic moans were swallowed by him, tongue re-exploring every nook and cranny. Her hips shook as her thighs trembled with his thrusts, orgasm growing too fast and too strong. High-pitched squeaks went muffled against his sensual lips, his brows furrowing deeply at her nearing the edge. 

And just like that, his cock was good to go, painfully erect once again as it poked his abdomen for its turn in her. He could let her go only to replace his fingers with his bigbig dick – but he missed her excessively. The urge to have her shaking and crying, begging and wheezing for him was immense. Just as he was a giver, he was also a taker. 

She tried to warn him against the heavy lip-lock, her hand shooting down to hold his wrist feebly but Leon didn’t stop, hums vibrating on her lips as his thrusts sped up, shoving his fingers deep inside. 

Fireworks flashed in front of her eyes – despite them being closed for the kiss – when her orgasm washed over her. A vocal moan slipped from her swollen lips, forcing Leon to break the kiss and tower over her, sharp eyes set on her coming undone. Heavenly sounds gradually settled into small cute choppy ones, Leon removed his fingers to replace his palm’s position, toying with her clit.

Leon spread her cum all over her cunt, an audible mumble coming out in a groan, “There you go~”

Her chest heaved for air with each breath, a thin surface of sweat dampening her skin – all of this and they didn’t get down to the nitty-gritty yet. Leon planted a sweet kiss on her forehead, murmuring a small ‘good job’ and her eyes shut to relish in the lingering orgasm and his presence.

As he had mentioned before, Leon didn’t give her time to recover. The girl didn’t even have the time to notice the shuffling sounds as Leon sat back on his haunches, hands pulling her hips closer to him to drape her trembling legs around his. Leon flashed her a simple wink and she was now awfully aware of the blunt tip of his hot dick poking her cunt. 

Stars exploded in her eyes when he tugged her close, shoving his whole cock to the hilt in one single thrust. Her lips parted for a silent gasp, eyes widening as his dick nestled deep inside of her. Leon let out a grunt at the feeling of her gummy walls squeezing him already. 

“Fuck, I was right – you are soaking wet.” Leon hissed before trailing his eyes up her body, watching the way her chest was raising and lowering, bosoms decorated in galaxies that he painted. 

So Ah may be the artist in the relationship but Leon was the brush-holder in these situations. He enjoyed marking her up like a brush to a canvas, each stroke more saturated than the other. He couldn’t help but caress her sides, giving her a little bit of time to get used to his girth. He was that merciful. 

Sure, the virus would heal her up in an instant but Leon knew the feeling was still there – something the pathogen can’t touch. 

Experimentally, Leon rolled his hips back, picking up on her hitched gasps, and then back forward. A yelp came from her at the overstimulation, hands shooting down to hold onto his weakly. Her words were jumbled up, completely fucked out of her mind at the sensation of feeling so full. 

“Pleas ��� please, hah~ too sensitive.” 

But unfortunately for her, Leon doesn’t understand Korean – though he wants to one day. 

Going slow was thrown out of the window – Leon was a patient and well-collected man but not when his cock was twitching inside of her. Strong hands gripped her hips to guide her, thrusting forward mercilessly. It sent her shrieking and gasping at the over sensitivity, her voice never been more angelically pathetic. 

Leon gritted his teeth at her cunt swallowing him whole with each thrust, hungry sharp azures observing it as if it was one of the world’s seven wonders. Her body felt new, toes curling on the sheets for something to hold onto as her bosoms bounced with each harsh thrust. Sensitivity was still lingering for him but being addicted to her, Leon easily overpowered the urge to stop and catch a breath. 

Leon needed her to know how much she meant to him in every single way. The picture of seeing her in white at the start of a beautiful altar, walking slowly towards him with the softest make-up and smile as he’d watch her with a stupid grin on his face, clearly trying not to cry at having one of his dreams come true. 

He never believed he’d truly marry, much even find someone who’d want him. Yet, she proved him wrong, moving in next door on a certain day in August and changing his worldview with just a glance. 

Nonetheless, Leon was a sex God when it came to her body – he really knew his way around a woman’s body. It sent her mind reeling and body tingling as his hips met hers bruisingly. After weeks of being left unsatisfied and overly pressured to deal with her sister’s passing and the feeling of her body not belonging to her, So Ah needed this as much as he did. 

A loud whine emitted from her when Leon towered over her, his thrusts not stopping or slowing down one bit – in fact, they grew rougher and deeper. 

“Oh, god! Leon – ha~!” His future wife was in tears, begging and wanting more when the overstimulation subsided.

Shameless grunts and moans came from him as he dove his girth in deeper. Leon gripped the back of her knee, lifting it up and giving him the perfect spot to fuck her cunt relentlessly. A shriek died up in her throat, her nails digging into his back. The headboard bruised the wall like her thighs which definitely needed a repaint job. The subtle creaking of the bed only urged him to go harder, earning a cry from her. 

“Shit, you’re so fucking sexy like this, baby.” Leon praised through his heavy breathing, intensely gazing down at her when their foreheads met. 

Tears were streaming down the corner of her dilated eyes, nose and cheeks flushed deep red as her lips were left swollen and red from her failed attempts to keep her voice down. Good thing they lived in his mansion because if this was an apartment, they’d unquestionably get a noise complaint from the neighbours. 

She was always vocal in bed and Leon lovedloved that about her. He’d get off to her moans any day. 

She only moaned in return, each powerful thrust knocking away any understandable sentences in her head. The hand on her hip trailed up to her arm and he planted a quick romantic peck on her forearm before removing it from around his back. He pinned it to the mattress next to her head, intertwining their fingers, growling roughly at her walls clamping and squeezing him as he drilled his cock in her. Her other leg wrapped around his hip, needing more of it – more of him.

Her gasps turned to whimpers and wheezes from the immense pleasure and he grunted, the grip around her knee tightening. The wet sounds of his cock slamming into her were audible along with the skin slapping skin. His cock twitched and throbbed for more and he released her knee to plant his arm next to her head, veins bulging under his skin at the death grip he had on the pillow. 

The new position gave him the perfect movement to fuck her ruthlessly as if trying to make her one of the mattress. It forced a shriek at the position as a drawled moan of her name flew out of his lips. Leon’s chest was hovered up against hers, keeping his dick deep with each thrust as her perky nipples rubbed against his pecs. Their breaths mingled as one, moans and groans mixing sinfully with each other. 

The known knot started coiling, making her moans go frantic as her other hand held onto his broad back tightly. His back muscles tensed and shifted, leaning over her and bringing his knees a bit closer for his cock to hit her pussy to the hilt. Her clit would brush against his pelvis, sending electrifying shots down her spine. She didn't even try to tell him that she was close – he knew.

With the way her gummy walls squeezed around his drilling cock, Leon also knew he wasn't going to last long.

"No! Don't stop! Please!"

The Han girl nearly sobbed when his thrusts stopped and Leon shushed her gently, laying beside her. She felt uncomfortably empty. He wrapped an arm around her midsection, bringing her back flush against his chest before holding her knee up to part her thighs. 

"Shh," Leon murmured, planting heavy kisses on her neck and shoulder and he eased his dick back inside, "I've got you, baby. I've got you."

The unfamiliar position made her moan, his hips slamming against her from behind relentlessly. A hiss came through his gritted teeth, his arm shifting to be beneath her neck and her hand shot up to hold his desperately. Leon hammered her deeply and noisily with his cock, the blunt tip abusing her poor cervix with precision. Hooking her knee into his elbow, he was able to reach for her breast, groping it and he thumbed and pinched her nipple harshly.

A moan similar to a yelp came from her, back arching away from his chest when she came. Her body convulsed at the powerful orgasm, cum soaking his still-pounding hard-rock cock. Leon's gasp hitched up in his throat at her walls tightening to get him to cum but he was so caught up with her moans and whines to care. She felt so fucking good - it was so filthy but in a good way.

"That's right," Leon grunted, biting the skin of her neck roughly, "Keep cumming for me, baby – shit, I'm gonna –"

Releasing her tit to abuse her swollen clit, her voice went speechless at the way he was handling her body. Leon's heavy pants quickened, fingers toying her pulsating pearl firmly as he cursed. Tilting her head to him, Leon quickly met her lips in a bruising kiss that pushed him over the edge.

The world darkened for a moment when the white-hot pleasure hit him with full force as he came hard. His loud moan was muffled by her lips and she brought up her free hand to hold the back of his neck, whining against his lips at the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of her.

His hot cum shot out in creamy ropes, filling her to the brim as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, shoving his cock as deep as he can go and his toes curled up with the sheet. His thighs were left shaking at his release, fingers slowly stroking her clit as he ground into her hips gently to ease them both from cloud nine.

The room went quiet minus their heavy breathing when their lips parted. Her eyes were fluttered shut, wet lashes tickling her lower ones as her body was filled with tremors. Never had she gotten such an explosive orgasm, leaving her heart pounding and head feeling heavy with fatigue. She was vaguely aware the virus was already working to patch things up but the trickling feelings lingered. 

Leon peppered her face with small soft kisses, caressing her hip with one hand and the other stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. His sweaty strands tickled her skin as sweet nothings were whispered into her skin – something about how she did so well, how much he loved her, how beautiful she looked and so many others she couldn't pick up.

“That was amazing.” Leon murmured breathlessly, pressing a chaste kiss under her ear as his arm went around her midsection to pull her close, trailing the kisses to the corner of her lips.

His buttercup giggled tiredly at his affection, shying away from his stubble that tickled her skin and she felt him smile on her skin, “Yeah… It was…”

"You okay?" Leon asked, leaning up to look directly into her eyes.

She hummed out a small 'mhm' with a slight nod, clearly exhausted and Leon wasn't going to lie; some shut-eye sounded really good about now. Leon smiled gently at her haziness and he pecked her lips.

"I'll go run us a bath then we can sleep, alright?"

Another small agreement, now a bashful smile on her face.

✠

As always, the aftercare bath was heavenly. It left her whole body tingling and surprisingly, the tracker had been quiet the entire time. His massages on her sore muscles lingered just like her climax. Her mind was still racing with thoughts and a newfound determination to keep the corrupted side of the BSAA away from her man.

Her future husband.

Leon was knocked out cold, his fingers that were once tracing invisible designs along her back and hip had long stopped and resided on the small of her back. His other arm was underneath her pillow comfortably. 

Silently, So Ah tilted her head up to gaze at him fondly. His lips were parted for his soft breaths, the furrowing wasn't there and he looked so utterly peaceful. 

This was who she was fighting for.

All this life that she chose, willingly putting her life on the line each day to clear her family's name and to be there for him along the way. A heavy weight was set on her shoulder, pushing her to fall and succumb to her fatigue but a cheeky grin from him and a kiss were all she needed to feel strong again to take on anything.

As if its presence was implied, the tracker beeped faintly under her skin. This was danger – the danger she needed to fix and get rid of once and for all.

In utmost softness, the girl reached up her hand to hold his cheek, fingers brushing away his damp fringes. Leon shifted a bit in his sleep, arm tightening around her to tug her close as he sighed out, still in his Dreamland.

"I'll keep us safe…" She whispered a vow.

Those scientists were going to pay.

"I promise."

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The Minyard-Josten Household: An Incomplete List of Happenings (The Christmas edition)

First Christmas out of college is spent in Andrew’s Boston apartment, huddled away from the cold and wrapped up in sweaters and blankets galore.

There’s a little tree in the living room, complete with fairy lights and baubles that neither of them will admit they had fun setting up. The cats though? Different story

Messily wrapped presents find their way to the base of the tree over the course of the night. Both their gifts to one another somehow have the same wrapping paper, and neither of them chooses to mention it ever.

Neil’s perfected that art of making Andrew’s cocoa. It still hurts his teeth every time he plucks the cup from Andrew’s fingers and takes a sip, but he’s not going to stop.

Andrew can hardly ever be seen without a blanket or fuzzy socks on. Neil says he’s allergic to the cold. Andrew threatens to drop ice cubes down the back of his shirt when he’s sleeping.

They do not participate in the Fox tradition of wearing absolutely horrendous sweaters. Neil asked once, but Andrew maintains he has far too much dignity to be seen in something that ugly. Stockings hanging from his sleeves? Jingle bells playing when someone squeezes Rudolph’s nose? No thank you.

Watching stupid hallmark movies on tv with their feet tucked under blankets and making fun of the characters.

Kissing sleepily on the couch when they’ve finished the movie but don’t have the energy to get up just yet.

Andrew getting Neil the camera that Nora mentioned and Neil going a little crazy snapping pictures.

He has a whole wall of it, a dedicated space where it’s just pictures of Andrew and the cats and the Foxes. Mostly Andrew, though.

It’s the one place he doesn’t let Exy into. He says that’s everywhere else in his life. These photos don’t have Exy in them.

(Except for the couple of Andrew in his jersey. Those don’t count. Those are allowed.)

Once, just once, Andrew lets Neil twirl him around the kitchen to the music that’s playing from their speakers as he’s baking cinnamon rolls. Neil pulls him close and kisses him softly, afterward.

It’s a day of warm hands and chapped lips and kisses pressed to flushed and heated skin, of words too precarious to utter but words that are present in the air between them nonetheless.

#aftg #aftg hc #tfc #tfc hc #christmas #soft andreil #andreil christmas hc #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #my hcs #bits and pieces

[jingerhead]

CONGRATS JINGER ILYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

Fun prompt: andreil ice cream date! Do with that what you will :)

LEV I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer!!! Ily so much, you're just the sweetest and so supportive and I love seeing you around hehe. This prompt is just PERFECTION, I love the idea of them going on ice cream dates! I hope you enjoy this tiny drabble I wrote for them hehe ~

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Contrary to popular belief, Neil really likes ice cream. What he doesn’t like is piling different flavors high with toppings, until the taste is nothing but a muddled mess of sugar. Neil enjoyed a scoop or two of certain flavors, usually in a bowl rather than a cone, or an occasional milkshake if he was feeling it. 

That’s why ice cream dates happen often. Sometimes, he and Andrew would just head to a grocery store to pick out a quart for the night, and others they’d find some shop to buy something at. As their lives got busier with more challenging classes to juggle, mountains of homework and games to prepare for, some of the only dates they had the energy for were the ice cream ones. 

After this week, they really needed a break. Midterms were tough enough on their own, but adding time for exy practice on top of that made everything ten times more stressful. Everyone was already on edge, which meant that the freshmen were more hostile than usual, which only made everyone else pissed off as well. Neil’s brain was drowning in all the equations he had to memorize and the drills they hadn’t gotten to at practice that day, so when Andrew raised the keys to the Maserati in question, he was all too happy to follow.

The Maserati smelled faintly of smoke and leather as they drove aimlessly, away from Palmetto. Neil closed his eyes and leaned back in the passenger’s seat, listening to whatever song Andrew let play on the radio. Slowly, everything else in the world faded until it was just the two of them, and Neil felt content for the first time in weeks.

Andrew stopped the car outside of a familiar gas station, leading the way towards the freezers in the back. Neil kept his hands in his pockets as he watched Andrew pick out a quart of something vanilla with swirls. He decided to go with strawberry - something that Andrew made a not-face at before they paid and left, heading down another familiar road.

The spot they hung at was at the end of a dead-end road that Neil thought was probably once a make-out spot. It was right next to an old bridge and had a nice view of a small lake and forest area, but secluded enough that people on the main road wouldn’t spot the car. He and Andrew stayed in their seats with nothing but the headlights on, slowly eating their ice cream in silence, only breaking it when they resumed discussing their plans for surviving an apocalyptic world. So far, they had decided they’d live on a secluded farm and that Neil would hunt anything they’d need in a nearby forest.

“What about animals?” Neil asked.

“A barn full of mutated cows,” Andrew said.

Neil couldn’t stop the small chuckle he let out, almost choking on his bite of ice cream in the process. “Why mutated?”

“Nuclear fallout.”

“Uh-huh. Maybe we can find a cow that makes chocolate milk.”

“Mm,” Andrew hummed, sucking on his spoon.

Looking away to stir his slowly melting ice cream, Neil continued, “What about a water source? We should settle near a river of some kind - “

He cut himself off when he looked up and saw Andrew holding out his spoon, a generous scoop of ice cream held on it. Neil blinked at the offer, knowing that Andrew was holding it out for him to take, but a different idea came to mind. Leaning in, Neil opened his mouth and let Andrew feed him the ice cream on the held out spoon, closing his eyes and drawing back quickly. He could taste both vanilla and chocolate.

When Neil opened his eyes again, he saw Andrew staring at him with a hard look, eyebrows pulled gently into a frown ears tipped red. “Indirect kiss,” Neil whispered through a smug smirk, watching closely as the redness spread.

“Careful, or you’ll reach two hundred,” Andrew warned, leaning closer.

“What happens when I reach it?” Neil asked.

“I might actually kill you.”

Neil hummed in amusement. He could taste the vanilla and chocolate on Andrew’s mouth.

#aftg #aftg fanfic #tfc #tfc fanfic #all for the game #all for the game fanfic #the foxhole court #andreil #andreil fanfic #andriel #andriel fanfic #jinger's works #jinger answers

[iriswords]

Febuwhump Day 5: “That’s gonna scar”

You can also read this on ao3 and find the rest of my works for febuwhump here.

tw: torture, blood and injuries, emotional and physical whump, mention of canon sexual abuse

Fandom: All For the Game

Words: 1590

Riko will not stop until he is satisfied, until he knows for certain Jean has learned his lesson and will remember it. But when Riko purposefully leaves Jean's wounds shallow enough to need a second round of punishment, Jean asks Kevin to remedy it.

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Jean clenches his eyes and tenses when the tip of the knife first touches his chest. He is bare-chested, lying down on his bed, his wrists handcuffed to the headboard. Riko is kneeling above him, a knife firmly held in his hand. Kevin is sitting on his own bed, across the room, eyes locked on Jean’s chest because Riko will be unhappy if he looks away. 

Jean doesn’t resist as Riko traces a line on his chest, as blood wells up from the shallow cut. He doesn’t resist when Riko presses the tip at the beginning of the cut and traces it again, deepening the wound. Resisting, thrashing, fighting back never gets him anywhere. It amuses Riko, and what amuses Riko is bound to repeat itself. That, and Kevin would have to hold him if he thrashed too much.

Jean can’t do that to Kevin. It’s bad enough that he has to watch, bad enough that he blames himself for everything that happens to Jean even though the only one to blame is the fucker who thinks himself king of the world. Jean knows, though he is never there when it happens, that Riko convinces Kevin every punishment Jean endures is because of Kevin’s mistakes. No amount of reassurance from Jean can change how ingrained this belief has become in Kevin’s brain. Jean can’t make him hold him on top of everything, can’t make him believe he is not only responsible for but also complicit in the hurt Jean is inflicted. 

He grits his teeth as Riko traces the same cut a third time. Bordel de merde, it’s only the beginning. Riko likes games, likes symbols and meanings. He likes for his punishments to be not only amusing to him but to bear a certain signification. To embody something. 

Today, it is the number seven. Seven, for the number of goals that were marked against the goal Jean was supposed to defend during practice. Nevermind that he isn’t the only backliner, nevermind that the goalie too was supposed to defend the goal, nevermind that all of the Ravens are supposed to be the best players in the country. Riko wanted fun, he invented a reason to get it. 

He could just go and torture Jean, but then he would not be able to play the mind games he so loves. He would be marked as the villain, who acts without reason, instead of the master who controls his pet’s behavior. Meaningless torture would stimulate his victim’s bitterness, their rebellion. Gaslighting breaks them, makes them believe they deserve it. It makes them thrive for perfection while fearing punishment. It makes them obedient. And Riko likes nothing more than breaking people. It is the only means through which he can feel truly powerful. He is number one in nothing else. He has complete power over his victims, in a way he doesn’t over everything else in life. Even at Exy, he isn’t truly the best.

Si seulement. Ca lui ferait des vacances. (If only. It would give him a rest.)

But Jean can’t say that. That would get him killed, and as much as he longs to escape his suffering, he can’t do that to Kevin. Can’t leave him alone at the Nest. 

Riko plunges the blade into the first cut with more violence. It draws Jean from his thoughts and a cry out of his mouth. Above him, Riko chuckles with dark glee. 

“There you are,” he says. “I thought I’d lost you.”

Riko hops off the bed and flicks a hand at Kevin. “Clean this,” he orders. “I’ll come back and check if they’re deep enough to make a fitting punishment.”

 By the time Riko has finally traced and retraced the seven cuts on Jean’s chest, silent tears are streaming down Jean’s face. His chest harbors a fire that spikes with each panting breath he takes. The blood on it provides a stark, gruesome contrast against his pallid skin. It makes Riko laugh. 

Jean seizes with panic, but thankfully, Riko doesn’t notice it. The door closes behind him, and Jean shares a wide-eyed look with Kevin. 

“It won’t be deep enough,” he says as Kevin kneels beside the bed, alcohol bottle in hand. It’s the only thing he’s allowed to use to disinfect the cuts. “Kevin. Kevin, listen. Ecoute-moi.” Kevin’s attention turns to him. “It won’t be deep enough. He’ll return and he’ll hurt me again and again until he’s satisfied.” Jean is going to work himself into a panic, probably already is, but he doesn’t care. He looks down at the cuts on his chest. Blood masks them, but Jean can tell they won’t scar. It’s not a punishment Jean will bear on his body until the end of his days. Thus, it won’t be enough for Riko. 

An idea forms in his head. It is cruel and goes against his principles of involving Kevin, but he isn’t thinking straight. He just wants it all to end. He can’t bear the thought of Riko kneeling above him again, like the Ravens do when he orders them to rape Jean, of Riko grinning as he hurts Jean, of Riko, just Riko, who destroyed Jean’s life. He can’t do that again, he can’t, he just wants it to end.

Beside him, Kevin wets a cloth with the alcohol. The knife lies abandoned on the ground, dripping blood onto it. 

“Kevin,” he calls again more urgently. Tears have resumed their path on his cheeks. “Kevin, it’s not gonna scar. He’ll— He’ll do it again, you have to… Please, you—”

“No.” Kevin’s voice is strangled, his eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears. He never lets his mask down unless he’s with Jean. 

“Please,” Jean begs, choking on a sob. They don’t have much time. How long, until Riko returns? He can’t find Kevin hurting Jean, or the punishment will be much worse. “Please, I can’t— Not him. Not again, I can’t do that. I’m sorry, but please. It has to be you. I can’t do it, not with my hands cuffed.” He will be ashamed, later, of what he asks of Kevin, of the way he sobs like a kid through his demand. At the moment, though, all that matters is that Riko won’t hurt him again today. He might tomorrow, but today Jean can’t take anymore. “Please.” 

“Jean.” 

Jean keeps his eyes closed. He can’t look at Kevin. “Je suis désolé. Je suis désolé, mais s’il-te-plaît. Je peux pas— Pas avec lui.” (I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but please. I can’t— Not with him.)

Silent, searing sobs wrack his chest by the time Kevin is finished, but the cuts are deep and bleeding enough to need stitches. Deep and bleeding enough to leave a scar. 

Kevin’s hands are steady as they wrap around the knife’s handle. He darts a quick, careful glance at the door before bringing it up above Jean’s chest. 

Jean throws his head back and clenches his teeth when the blade sinks into the first cut, merciless teeth tearing through his flesh. Kevin is more insistent than Riko but quicker in his work. He works as he does in everything else: methodically, painstakingly. Jean’s face is soaked with tears, and his breath caught in his throat, but he doesn’t let a single sound escape him. It’s the least he can do for Kevin. 

Kevin has not shed a single tear, and his grip on the knife is as secure as it is on an Exy racket, but his gaze is distant, and he won’t meet Jean’s eyes. Jean whimpers and sobs harder as Kevin cleans the cuts, the alcohol setting fire to them and bringing with it scorching torment.

He only realizes it is over when Kevin’s hand cards gently through his hair. Blood is already welling up again on his chest. 

Riko comes back not even a minute later, his eyes sparkling with pleasure when he takes in Jean’s face. He bends over Jean’s chest, carefully examining the cuts and trails his fingers along them, ignoring the way Jean shudders from pain at the contact. 

“They’re deeper than I thought,” he comments eventually, and Jean forgets how to breathe. 

“That’s gonna scar,” adds Riko, cutting through Jean’s thoughts. Then, unbelievably, “It will do for today.” Jean stares at him, dumbfounded. He is half certain he is dreaming, delirious from the pain. But Riko’s steely grip on his chin, forcing him to look up, is real enough. “I hope these scars will remind you not to be a failure, Jean. Take a look at them next time you forget.” He lets Jean go and turns on his heels. “I’ll send for the doctor. That’ll need stitches.” 

He fucked up. He fucked up so badly. Now, not only did he hurt Kevin, but it will also have been pointless because Jean is a fucking fool. Of course, Riko would know how deep he made those damned cuts. He kept them too shallow on purpose, so he could keep hurting Jean, so his play-toy would last some more. 

He doesn’t even want to imagine what kind of punishment Riko has in store for such a situation. He dreads to think of it, dreads to think of the consequences, of how he’ll have to keep going anyway. He won’t make it through a single practice and he’ll be punished for that, too. He might end up dying from this endless cycle. And then he’ll leave Kevin alone and guilty. 

Jean lets his head fall back against his pillow. It’s over for today. 

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[noirshadow]

I posted 1,017 times in 2022

That's 833 more posts than 2021!

105 posts created (10%)

912 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 806 of my posts in 2022

Only 21% of my posts had no tags

#aftg - 216 posts

#all for the game - 187 posts

#andreil - 93 posts

#kdrama - 61 posts

#shadow and bone - 47 posts

#acotar - 46 posts

#darklina - 41 posts

#the foxhole court - 39 posts

#neil josten - 37 posts

#ao3 - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 62 characters

#double agent but can’t do it without magic help from the enemy

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Got my friend to finally read aftg and her first words after first book are: ‘Andrew seems interesting.’ YES GIRL WE KNOW. STRAP IN.

77 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

#4

Thinking about the monsters’ personalities and their Exy positions and it’s just so fitting. Andrew plays goalie because he’s an island. He does care about his team and is the last line of defense but he prefers to go it alone, staying in goal where he fights alone and the whole team’s ultimate result rests with him. He carries that burden alone, where his actions can make or break the others.

Aaron and Nicky are backliners. They let Andrew shout commands and they act as they’re told. Equally, off the court, Andrew dictates their actions and they’re almost scared of him, letting him call the shots even with important personal decisions.

Neil is a striker but he started as a backliner, and it’s still what he knows first and foremost. He’s been on the defense his whole life with the threat of Riko and his dad always looming. With the Foxes, people he comes to care about end up getting involved and he’s forced to go on the attack. No more running, no more defending but to strike first and fight for what he loves.

Kevin is a striker but not the way Neil is. He does it as an island out front, almost in opposite of Andrew, acting completely independently of the others. He is a strategic striker, completely calculating, and Neil can’t play the same way as him. Even off court, Kevin’s attack is more subtle: what he did was to escape the Ravens and keep fighting them quietly, on the court, as a Fox.

Both strikers are incredibly focused and disciplined. However, Kevin yearns to play the perfect game and Neil’s drive is pure fiery passion. He’ll do the risky moves, the down and dirty ugly but necessary plays to win. Kevin wants to win without sacrificing the aesthetic and in a way, that hinders him.

All the Foxes are running from something. It takes Neil’s arrival to shake things up. He is constantly pushing them to all work together, both on and off the court, which worked; ultimately it was the only way they could all overcome everything.

93 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

#3

346 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

#2

So we know Andrew loves and protects his car because it’s his baby, the constant in his life that has never failed him. He fully owns it and it’s not something he has to share with siblings or owe back to a foster parent. It’s portable so it’s also his exit, in case he needs to leave.

When it gets ruined by the Ravens, he is utterly bereft, like a piece of him is missing. But when Neil gets him the new Maserati, Andrew doesn’t know what to do with himself because he now owes a guy he’s trying desperately not to open up to. And somehow, without Andrew saying anything, Neil knew that this was important to him, enough to blow his own exit fund/life savings. And just that willingness on Neil’s part to do it showed Andrew that he didn’t need the car anymore, not really, because Neil was his new safety net. Inadvertently, letting Neil buy him a new version of this most important possession and sharing his keys is the first real step that Andrew is opening up and sharing his heart.

350 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

At what point does the preliminary obsession with aftg finally slow down? Asking for a friend.

508 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #Defo had my aftg glow up #I like what I like

[don-lichterman]

New Jersey Man Hangs Motorized Mannequin From The Roof To Replicate The ‘Christmas Vacation’ Scene, Gets The Fire Department Called On Him

New Jersey Man Hangs Motorized Mannequin From The Roof To Replicate The ‘Christmas Vacation’ Scene, Gets The Fire Department Called On Him

The perfect Christmas prank doesn’t exi… December is officially here, and last night, I was scrolling through the TV channels, to find that the iconic National Lampoons Christmas Vacation movie was on. I’ll admit, the movie is arguably the most quotable Christmas comedy of all time, and Chevy Chase is an absolute star in this one, playing the legendary Clark Griswold. And one of the most iconic…

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[the-chicken-or-the-banana]

andreil and goodbye kisses (pt 1)

pls this is so soft i cant 😭(also a lot longer than i anticipated but that's FINE 👀)

part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

gang we got this ADORABLE art from @super-yellow-paris go give them aaaalll the love

so andrew and neil aren't too big on PDA, but after Baltimore, leaving the other is always followed by a lingering fear

neil notices how andrew always tenses a bit when neil leaves him, even if neil told him he was going somewhere beforehand

it could him going be to the mall, a restaurant, even just lectures

neil really doesn't like seeing andrew so tense but he can't figure out what's wrong

so one night on the roof, neil straight up asks "why do you always look so stressed whenever I go anywhere?"

andrew doesn't answer for a few moments, and neil assumes he's not going to get an answer but then—

"last time you left, you barely made it back. do you really expect me to trust you now?"

oh, neil realizes. oh, he's afraid i won't come back

andrew looks like he wants to drop the subject, so neil doesn't bring it up again, choosing to rant about his Intro to Stats teacher instead

but he doesn't forget. and he starts noticing how other couples leave one another

matt and dan kiss or hug, nicky and erik say "i love you," aaron and katelyn squeeze each other's hands and look into each other's eyes

it's all very... comforting. reassuring. and neil realizes that that's exactly what he needs to do. he needs to make sure that andrew doesn't forget that neil would never leave him again, not on purpose

so he thinks and thinks and thinks

(he quickly learns that paying attention in his Sports Medicine class is a lot less interesting than thinking about andrew)

neil knows that andrew wouldn't want showy affection with lingering kisses and they haven't really gotten to the "i love you" stage yet, so he needs to figure out a compromise

and then on a cloudy monday morning, the perfect solution hits him

he and matt study together almost every thursday, so 3 days later, they have a plan to head over the library to do some homework

so matt comes up to the monsters' room where neil and andrew are to tell neil that it's time to go

neil hops up from his place curled under andrew's arm on the sofa and goes around collecting his stuff — as usual

and andrew's shoulders begin coiling up with near-unnoticeable tension — as usual

this time though, instead of walking out the door directly, neil pauses in front of andrew and sets down his books on the coffee table near the sofa

and before andrew or matt can react, neil does it

he reaches over, gently cups andrew's face in his hands, and kisses him on the nose

it's feather-light and short, but andrew freezes, his face more expressive than he usually shows, eyes wide

neil gives him a small smile shit shit shit andrew's heart is beating so fast, come on andrew get a hold of yourself say something do something and then he picks up the books delicately and leaves with a gobsmacked matt

andrew doesn't really know what to do with himself and just sits there until kevin arrives 5 minutes later and asks why andrew is so red, if he's okay, does he has a fever, can he still play exy?

andrew shakes out of his stupor, stomps over to his room, and flops helplessly on his bed to be very gay

(this is how neil finds him 1.5 hours later. he tries (and fails) not to laugh. andrew gives him a bruising kiss to shut him up)

it becomes habit though. neil treating andrew like he's something precious, holding his face so reverently, kissing his nose softly

and andrew doesn't know what to do with himself. every single time

but it's okay, he thinks. because while goodbyes might sound permanent, kisses are a promise that the other will come back

#andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #aftg #all for the game #andreil headcanon #andreil bullet fic #this is so soft #i cant #tfc #the foxhole court #matt boyd #kevin day #the foxes #palmetto state university #much pure #andrew is a helpless gay #aren't we all though?

[aftgficlibrary]

can you guys rec some bi kevin fics please? especially if it’s like him only just realizing? i know there’s a sexuality tag but i haven’t found many in there

yes sure here are some -maz

love,pain, and exy by starryxdjh (Not Rated | 3,291 | 1/1)

kevin day was a boy who loved too much;

he loved riko, despite the torture and the pain. he loved nathaniel, the child who had managed to escape all those years ago, who played so fierce kevin was forever in awe since that first meeting. he loved jean, although he had never been brave enough to love him somewhere that wasn’t a secret. he loved thea, a more acceptable partner,a more applicable partner- but she was too tied to everything he felt trapped by. he loved jeremy, the single light emerging from an eternal blackness. if only kevin could reach close enough to have that light brush over his skin, to feel the warmth.                                                            he even loved andrew, once, for his protection and his anchor in a time of desperation and plead. he loved him more once he had neil; because then kevin had given him what he wanted- no, andrew did not want anything, but he was content with neil. neil was enough. kevin was not. kevin has never been enough, not for anyone or anything. kevin day had never been allowed to love. the only thing he was allowed to love was, is, exy.

all about the light (of awakening) by saturnizzy (M | 1,667 | 1/1)

The evolution of Kevin waking up through the years

or

Kevin finding comfort and healing over the awakenings in his life.

Fake it (‘till you make it) by foxyroxi (G | 2,966 | 1/1)

“I’m dating someone. I’m sure they would be happy to come.”

James, their goalkeeper, grinned from ear to ear, because the fucker lived on gossip and beer.

“I thought you had broken up with Thea Muldani not too long ago,” he said.

Okay, not all knew about his breakup. Or they were feigning surprise.

“It’s not Thea."

Welcome To The Land Of The Living, Kevin Day by JayJFox (M | 13,920 | 1/1)

Kevin Day, America's Exy golden boy, is a PR bliss. Impeccable reputation. No drama. The sheer epitome of perfection. Kevin lives for the day he will win the Olympics and there's nothing that can stop him on his way to the gold.

Then Jean Moreau happens and Kevin's path looks a lot less clear.

OR Another Kevin/Jean angsty, fluffy fic, because why not.

oh, you can have all of me by cryptidkidprem (T | 2,461 | 1/1)

Kevin took another step closer to him, and Neil put his hand out, shoving at Kevin’s chest. “Can you not?” He snapped. “I’m going to break my fucking neck trying to stare up at you.”

“It is not my fault you’re shorter than the average twelve-year-old,” Kevin retorted, but he didn’t try to shove any further into Neil’s space again.

Neil scoffed. “It’s not my fault you’re basically a skyscraper with legs and a shitty attitude,” Neil shot back.

this is gospel by Avengerz, wesninski (T | 1,323 | 1/1)

What Kevin doesn’t know is this: Love. Romance. A relationship built on trust and adoration and reciprocated devotion.

#aftgfl ask #teen #mrating #general #notrated #under10k #10to20k #theme:oneshot #oneshot #kevin/jean #kevineil #kevin/jeremy #theme:sexuality #sexuality #theme:kevinday #kevinday #fakedating #1stkiss #canondivergence #angst #fluff #smut #characterstudy #homophobia #povkevin #jeanmoreau #theamuldani #jeremyknox #foxes

[darlingbudsofrae]

Neil Josten Appreciation Post

Foxes Appreciation Series : 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 ||

Alright, let’s just start this by addressing the big elephant in the room: everyone loves Neil Josten. EVERYONE.

If you don’t, you’re lying. 

Okay, first up- I’m glad this is getting addressed more on AFTG tumblr but Neil is literally so much smarter than the fandom gives him credit for.

Like yes, he’s a little dumdum on the social aspect of things (you could argue he kind of has a low EQ but also not really, I would argue that later)

but that doesn’t dismiss that he is smart af and that he can kill you and make it look natural if he wants.

For example, he literally outrun and hid from the mafia for years. Like, that in itself is an obvious point but we often forget that he did this at a very young age.

Like, he was presumably what? 16?? (when Mary kicked the bucket?) And kid was already playing hide and seek pretty well with a freaking mafia.

He does not get enough credit for this.

The survival skills it takes- the mental strength to survive as a runaway and technically he’s also homeless- at freaking 16, that’s just insane.

Also, let’s not mention the fact that it takes skills to forge official papers and all that.

We also do not talk enough about Neil and how he freaking have to relearn an entirely new position just to play exy.

I don’t think most remember that he’s actually a backliner, but have to play as a striker because it was the only available position in that local high school he attended in Millport, and that was how Kevin saw him so he was recruited as a striker.

We also additionally do not talk enough about how Kevin “literal and figurative Son of Exy” Day found potential for court in Neil “I’m a backliner but I’m playing striker because it’s the only thing available and I’m an exy junkie” Josten who only played it for like a year or less. 

Like yeah, Kevin said he needs more training but it’s not even Neil’s official position. 

The talent on this man- I cannot, he is such an icon. 

Aside from his great survival skills and being literally great at picking things up- he’s also like freaking academically smart.

Like that also doesn’t get enough credit- I mean, he does math for fun.

Frankly, I think if you did Kumon or if you had an awesome teacher you could also do math for fun (I know I did) but this should be noted with the fact that he didn’t have proper schooling.

He went on a run at a really young age so there is no way he received formal education.

Which means he is naturally like really smart.

He’s also a polyglot. And the languages he has under his belt are all freaking difficult to learn- like, no kidding: French, German, and he can assumingly speak intermediate Spanish, and we don’t even have an idea if this is all the languages he can speak.

Also, he and Andrew learns how to speak Russian, right? Like, that’s crazy.

The brain on this man and the power that he has- my son, I am so proud.

I mean, for all we know- there’s more than that and the fact that he’s like 18 at TFC screams supremacy.

This is where I argue about his EQ but Neil is crazy perceptive.

It took him like freaking 3 seconds to figure out the team dynamics the foxes have, and how to work against it.

He later figured out how to make it all mesh together.

Like the way he do things isn’t conventional but reading him analyze his team despite his lack of empathy really makes me shudder.

Like, this kid is so freaking smart. I remember reading his thought process for the very first time and being like, okay- I definitely did not think about that.

The main problem with his EQ though is that he doesn’t know how to process positive stuff when he’s involved, but when he’s the outsider- his perspective is so amazing.

Like again, he kind of lacks empathy but the way he understands things and is just so sharp is just noteworthy.

I’d argue he doesn’t understand social cues and “modern teen things” but he isn’t so completely clueless on the social aspect in general as to not manipulate an entire team of misfits with issues to work together.

He’s literally the key to unity in AFTG. Even Dan says so.

Also, the way he puts things into play- like he’s a master manipulator, and I love that for him.

We do not talk enough about manipulative Neil, like I just really love manipulative characters in general so much- especially if they’re just owning it. 

I mean, he freaking manipulated Andrew and Aaron into therapy. Kind of evil but also wow. (just a sidenote, please don’t force people into therapy lol)

Going completely dark for a second, Neil also has a freaking high pain tolerance.

The amount of horrible things he went through in the books were just so sad and the fact that he just kind of moves on from it? That’s just completely oh my gods.

My poor summer child, even if you can kill me at any given time, let me just hug you for a second with consent.

Everyone also gives shit about Neil’s fashion choices and granted it is said he kind of bags the homeless looks but the fact that he values utility above all else-

Yes, we stan a resourceful king. 

Lowkey though, am I the only one who appreciate Neil’s average style?

Speaking of style- I love the way Neil narrates. Like, the way he doesn’t give much attention to how the character looks- it’s just so realistic?

Because if I’m talking to a person in real life, there is no way I am noting how his blue polo makes him kind of casual but clean-cut and how his brown eyes is as warm as my morning coffee. Like, who even does that?

The thing with Neil’s narration is that it’s just so authentic- like it easily engages the readers and the way he gives importance to every thing the same way, it really makes it easier for the reader to discern things objectively, y’know what I mean?

He just has that quality in a main character and narrator- he’s laidback and sarcastic but not trying too hard, and he’s just really easy to love.

Like, I normally don’t like narrators/main characters in books because I favor a side character more or just because they’re annoying, but Neil Josten is legit lovable. 

At the same time, he’s also a really well-written character. Like, for all the technicalities I point out in AFTG, Neil is an asshole. He’s not perfect and I don’t 100% love everything that he does and I love that.

He’s a flawed character but he gives you something to root for- and I just really want to appreciate his characterization for a second. Most books make their characters’ flaws not even their fault to put a check to the flawed character but at the same time still have that perfect character. Eeww, no- give me real flaws to work with.

He’s one of the realest protagonists I ever read.

Like people give him shit for wanting to hide but also choosing to play a nationwide-discerned sport on an infamous collegiate team but for me it’s kind of realistic.

Because I think we, as human beings, also do things we love too much regardless of logic. I don’t know, like it’s kind of funny the way Neil is written but I honestly didn’t see him joining Palmetto as a loophole.

Like, just think of all those successful people who hid their identities via pseudonym or other necessary means to do things they weren’t expected to do or weren’t allowed to do.

For me, his character was really just looking for excuses to play his favorite sport a second longer and if anything, that’s just kind of sad.

But also, his dedication and love to exy is really admirable- like I never understood it but the way he literally does everything to stay on the court for a second longer just makes me want to root for him.

On a random note, Neil may not have an eidetic memory like Andrew’s but the way he memorize most phone numbers by heart? 

Bruh, I don’t even have my phone number memorized and I freaking have it for two years now. 

He also memorizes every twists and turns at every trip, every exits at a room he enters, and most people’s tics upon the first meeting, and other things and that’s just crazy perceptive but also really crazy on another level.

Also, we don’t get much ace/demi representation and out of the few I’ve consumed, demi Neil Josten validates me. He’s legit my favorite character that belongs in the ace spec in books.

I just really love Neil’s character so much- he’s just so amazing.

One thing I always appreciate about Neil Josten is that while he’s not a total angel (sadly), the way he loves the foxes- like he legit tried to mend the team and make sure everyone is going to be okay before walking straight to his death- like I’m with Andrew on this one, what a fucking martyr. Why are you like this and why am I crying?

Neil Josten is by all means not soft, that much is established, but the way he’s just still as precious and must be protected at all costs-

"You know, I get it," Neil said. "Being raised as a superstar must be really, really difficult for you. Always a commodity, never a human being, not a single person in your family thinking you're worth a damn off the court—yeah, sounds rough. Kevin and I talk about your intricate and endless daddy issues all the time."

I love him, your honor- where can I file this adoption papers and do I have anything else to sign?

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Okay, y’all asked for the rest of that Mama Bee scene, so here you go! First part is still attached but now you get the whole thing ~

Bee was late coming home. She was always home by six, because she liked to be home to have dinner together and to be there if Andrew needed help with his homework. He never did, but he had gotten used to her quiet presence in the background, quietly reading or knitting as he did his work. She was always there, and now, it was closer to seven and she still wasn’t home. Andrew didn’t like it when things changed. He didn’t like it when Bee, who had her house and life so very carefully arranged, deviated from the norm.

Frowning at the clock, the second hand a steady marching beat, Andrew dug his fingers into his arms. Something hot and prickly was creeping through his chest, and he didn’t know what it was. Bee kept trying to get him to use the stupid emotion wheel she kept in the living room, telling him it would help in identifying what he was feeling. Andrew didn’t care what he was feeling, he just needed it to stop.

The minute hand ticked over.

Maybe there was more traffic than usual. Maybe she needed to grab something at the store. His fingers dug harder into his skin. They were weak excuses at best, and he knew it. A voice in the back of his mind, growing louder by the minute, said she was at the agency. Telling them to come get him, to take him away.

The feeling spiked.

Lashing out, he knocked a plate of the counter, watching it shatter on the tile floor. Shards skittered towards him, glinting in the sunlight coming in through the window. He stared at them, tiny pinpricks, their edges sharp enough to burrow into his skin. His bare toes curled, his weight shifting.

“Andrew?”

Startling at the voice, Andrew stepped back, a shard digging into his heel. Burying his reaction down deep, he stared at Bee. She was looking at the mess on the floor, brows pinched together. Andrew’s mind was moving too fast, his body feeling too much, and he couldn’t tell if she was angry. She must be, because he broke a plate, and the pieces were blue which meant it was one of her favourites. People usually got angry at Andrew for much less.

She looked up at him, and Andrew felt his shoulders start to creep up. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like standing here, waiting for her to tell him he had to leave. He didn’t like not knowing what she was thinking.

“Andrew-”

“You are late,” he said, cutting her off.

Bee blinked, face smoothing out. “I am, and I am sorry about that.” She looked down at the floor again, and Andrew braced himself. “I’m going to go grab a broom. Stay there? I don’t want you stepping on anything.”

Andrew didn’t care if he stepped on anything else. His heel was burning, and when he shifted, he could feel how the tile beneath his foot was glowing slick. When he didn’t react, Bee stepped back, sending him one last look before disappearing down the hall. Looking down at his feet, at the shattered remains of the plate, Andrew felt something hot trickle down his throat.

He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay here with Bee, where he had a lock on his door and Saturday grocery trips and someone to play cards with and where he felt warm and nice and safe. Rapidly, he ran through the last few months in his mind. There must have been something he did that was the last straw. Something that he could point to and know that that was when he had ruined his chance at a home.

Swallowing, he crouched down. He had always been awful to Bee. It was always his fault. He just wanted to fix this. Picking up the broken pieces, he planned how he would tell her how he would be better. He wouldn’t cause any more problems at school, he would keep the house clean, he would go see a stupid therapist, he would do anything if he could just stay.

The floorboards creaked, and Andrew tightened his grip on the pieces he had gathered, trying to sweep up the rest. His skin stung, tiny points of pain like constellations across his hands. He heard when Bee reached the kitchen doorway, her steps faltering. Looking up, he saw her looking at him with wide eyes, broom clutched tightly in her hands.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to. I’ll clean it up.”

“Andrew,” her voice was tight, and Andrew turned away, picking up another piece. “Andrew, stop.”

His hands were shaking. When he spoke, his voice was strained. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t-”

“Shh,” she soothed. Her toes came into his vision, and then she was kneeling in front of him. Her hand hovered over his own. “Honey, you’re hurting yourself.”

“I broke a plate.”

“That’s why I went to grab the broom.”

Something was buzzing in his ear. He shook his head rapidly. “It was one of your favourites.”

“It’s just a plate, Andrew. Plates break sometimes. They’re not worth hurting yourself over.”

He shook his head again. She didn’t get it. He needed to fix this. He needed to make it so he was worth keeping.

Bee moved away, and Andrew choked down his words. His hand twitched, and fire ran up his arm. Ruined. He always ruined everything. His chest was tight, and everything felt too hot and too close. Just as he felt as if he was about to snap, Bee reappeared, placing a trashcan beside them. Slowly, she took Andrew’s hands and guided them to the bin.

“Let them go, Andrew,” she said softly. “It’s okay.”

Still unable to meet her eyes, Andrew opened his hands. The pieces fell, creating a small music of their own as they landed. Both of his palms were covered in tiny cuts, dots of red slowly appearing. On his left hand, a jagged piece was stuck in his skin, a stain slowly moving across it. In his peripheral, he saw Bee sweeping the broom across the kitchen, gathering up everything he had missed. He wanted to tell her to stop, that he would do it, but his jaw was locked and the words inside him felt too much like a scream.

Tapping the dustpan into the trash, Bee settled in front of him again. There was the sound of a zipper, as she opened up the first aid kit. Her hands were always soft and warm, and she took Andrew’s gently. He watched silently as she methodically removed all of the slivers in his skin, each one joining the others with a final tiny sound. She dapped each cut with antibiotic cream, not missing a single one. She saved the jagged piece for last, inspecting his hand before finally removing it. Blood pooled immediately, and Bee quickly pressed gauze into his hand.

Closing his fingers around it, he stared down at his hands.

“Your foot is bleeding.”

Shuffling around to sit cross legged on the floor, Andrew accepted the tweezers from her. She knew he didn’t like his feet being touched. Carefully, he eased out the last piece from his body, dropping it into the trash. Cleaning away the blood that had gathered, he kept his eyes on what he was doing, until he pressed a bandage over it. When he had nothing else to keep busy with, he focused on the trash, where Bee was dumping all of the used medical supplies.

“I didn’t mean to cause you any stress,” Bee said as she packed away the kit. “I was late, and I should have called you.”

“Where were you?” Andrew risked a glance up at her face, a pit opening in his stomach at the pinched expression he found. He knew the answer before she even opened her mouth. “The agency.”

She blinked at him before nodding slowly. “Yes, I was.”

“Why.” Why wasn’t he good enough? Why didn’t she want him anymore? Rage and hurt and panic rushed through him, and he curled his hands into fists to hide their shaking.

“I got a call today from a friend of mine. To offer me a job with a colligate Exy team they’re starting. I think their goal is honourable, and I would like to be a part of it.” Andrew blinked at her. That didn’t explain why she had to go to the agency. Her face was calm when she said, “It’s in South Carolina.”

He sucked in a sharp breath. It wouldn’t have mattered then, even if he had been perfect. Bee was leaving, and he couldn’t follow. No matter what he did, he couldn’t keep her.

“Okay,” he said quietly, pulling his knees up to his chest. He didn’t know why it hurt so much. He should have been used to this by now. “When are they coming to get me?”

Bee blinked rapidly before her face fell, “Andrew, honey, no. No one is coming to get you!”

“You’re moving,” he said, panic slowly clawing its way up his body.

“I might be moving, yes. But only if that’s okay with you. I don’t want to uproot your whole life for a job if you don’t want to.”

He stared at her, trying desperately to grapple with confusion and fear and what might have been hope. “It doesn’t matter what I want.”

“Of course it matters,” Bee said firmly.

He shook his head. If he told her that he didn’t want her to go, that he wanted her to stay with him, she would always resent him. She already said she wanted this job. He wouldn’t get in the way of that.

Something broke across her face, and then she was cupping his cheeks, cradling his face. “Andrew Joseph,” she said. “You don’t honestly think I would move without you, do you? If I take this job, you would be coming with me.”

Something in his chest snagged and tangled. “You were at the agency.”

“I needed some information,” she said, brushing his bangs off of his forehead. “I had been looking into this for a while, and with this job offer it feels a bit like things are lining up. If you don’t want it, I understand and won’t say anything else about it again. I’ll do whatever will make you happy, Andrew.”

“I don’t understand,” he said.

Bee’s hands fell into her lap, fingers clasped tight together. “I was thinking, if you would like,” she swallowed and took a deep breath before saying very carefully, “that I could adopt you. I’ve been looking into it for a while, and of course, the decision is up to you. I spoke to the agency, and it is possible to move us without adoption, if you’d prefer that, or we don’t have to move at all-”

She was rambling now, but Andrew couldn’t focus on what she was saying. He was stuck, frozen in time. A small tendril of warmth curled around him, and he held onto it tightly. “You want to keep me?”

Bee finally stopped, her shoulders falling. A smile was on her face, a little wobbly around the edges. “I really do. You’re my family, Andrew. With or without the papers. You can take time to think it over; it’s a big decision.” He could hear the hope threading through her voice, something she was trying to hold back for his sake.

“I don’t need to think about it,” he said, and she stilled, emotions crossing in her eyes too quickly for Andrew to place. Moving along the floor, he stopped beside her and wrapped his arms around her middle, his head falling on her shoulder. She smelled like lavender and sugar, and it filled him with a warmth that he had never truly felt before. Andrew blinked, but failed to keep back the tears gathering. They rolled down to fall onto the soft cotton of Bee’s shirt. He squeezed a little tighter, and her arms came up to hold him close. “Does this mean I get to call you mom now?”

Bee hiccupped a laugh, and she pressed a kiss to his hair. They stayed on the floor, holding each other close, neither willing to let go. When Bee’s fingers tucked his hair behind his ear, her own tears falling, Andrew felt a smile break across his face. For the first time in his life, Andrew had a home.

~~

Here’s a scene from after the move

And the original post, introducing the twinyards

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