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callie-the-creator · 4 months

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being bigby wolf’s mate would include… (sfw and nsfw)

nsfw below the cut. mdni. warnings: tried to make the reader as gender-neutral as possible, mentions of jealous, creampie, heat cycles, aggressive smut, biting, etc.

author’s note: i cannot wait for the second game to be released. i’m so excited! 💗

sfw:

• you are one of bluebeard’s ex-partners, having escaped him and avoided decapitation in the old days. sadly though, you didn’t get to meet bigby when he was in his prime— only heard stories and legends about him— until you along with all the other fables moved from the homelands to the mundy world.

— more specifically, you were brought into questioning since you knew a thing or two about brutality against women (which is exactly what was happening with the working girls at the pudding & pie, like faith) and you helped snow and bigby’s investigation at times…

• that’s how you two acquainted yourselves.

• it should also go without saying that you are filthy rich and since you’ve grown an attachment to sheriff bigby, you came to find out that he lives in the smallest apartment in the woodlands, you’ve invited him over to your place countless times at the beginning of your relationship so he can get out of that crowded space and sleep in an actual bed.

— that and colin can be a real pain in the ass. it’s good for bigby to be away from him, even if it is for a few days.

• bigby always found you to be attractive. it was a bit part of your fairytale back in the homelands, but he tried not to show his attraction toward you…but it was hard for others not to pick on the big bad wolf after they see him tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, helping you out of cars, holding doors for you, having a special soft spot for you, all sorts of chivalrous shit.

• you two ended up being a thing a few days after the investigation about faith and the crooked man came to an end. more specifically, you were outside with bigby when all of a sudden you were pushed by a mundy and you lost your footing. luckily, bigby was able to catch you and pull you close to him, cursing the blatant rudeness of the mundy, under his breath before checking up on you to see if you were okay.

— then, what followed was you two looking deeply into one another’s eyes before you wrapped a hand around bigby’s tie and pulled him closer, kissing the sheriff.

nsfw:

• i want to say that bigby’s libido is average. nothing too unbearable, but as soon as spring rolls around, it does a complete 180° and bigby becomes the epitome of needy.

— during this time, he can be a bit rough, he gets way more animalistic than usual and there are times when bigby takes a brief vacation from work just so he can pound you all day, leaving you unable to walk on your own.

— his favorite thing to do is to put you into a mating press, so he can penetrate you deeper as he fills your hole with his cum. the alternative, of course, is him mounting you.

• he always wants to be able to mark you, in some way, whether that be by leaving bite/scratch marks all over your body or hickeys. it’s bigby’s way of telling the world that you’re already taken and satisfied sexually.

• it’s hard to hide whenever you’re in the mood from bigby because of how strong his sense of smell is. once he catches a whiff of your arousal, he almost loses all strength in his body, his mouth watering, but if he’s in a public setting, it takes every fiber of his being to go against of his instincts and you know the power you hold over him at times like this because of the way bigby stares at you, raptured with barely contained lust.

• it’s only when bigby regains his senses, he apologizes for being so rough on you (he is scared that because of how rough he can be, he’s a terrible mate and you’ll want to leave him for someone better). soooo…he tries his hardest to make it up to you by doing whatever you want him to, amping up his arm, and overall being super gentle and sweet.

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neonknightjaey · 5 days

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What if Chihiro Fushimi Joined SEES (Part 2)

Had to rewatch the P3 ending to amp myself up to do this. Don’t mind the tears…or the river of em flowing through the post. That’s normal. Anyway. This part will be covering some misc stuff like School life, minor changes, and right up to the June full moon operation. With that being said. Lets get into it.

TW//Bullying

“SOTERIA!!!”

Soteria is Chihiro Fushimis persona. The goddess of safety and salvation, deliverance, and preservation from harm…funny that she will exactly USE harm to protect others from it.

While Soteria does learn spells like Tetrakarn and Makarakarn and some defensive increasing skills. That’s not all her Persona can do.

This persona is well known for its high magic stat, but more importantly…she’s the teams nuke button.

Her most upgraded move besides the Agi skill line is the Megi skill line. For those who don’t remember. Megi moves are pure almighty damage, a damage type that can’t be blocked.

Why did I decide to give the terrified nervous wreck a nuke? Cause I thought it would be funny. Don’t worry, it drains her magic fast so you can’t go spamming it. You’re gonna have to actually use her fire skills until much later on when she gets an sp cost reduction skill.

Soteria is best described appearance wise as a graceful looking woman with angelic wings yet in her hands are a giant shield and a crackling hand mixed with agi and megi effects. She’d have some unique patterns on her arms and would have her eyes covered by a flower crown.

Now enough about Chihiros Persona, lets see how this girl is with the rest of the teammates and what she does outside of battle.

Of course she’s still the student council treasurer so she’s in there with Mitsuru from time to time but really, it’s more of a “friendly business partners” relationship rather than a true genuine sisterly friendship for right now.

Now on the other end of things are her dorm-mates. Yukari is often really close with Chihiro. She talks to her quite often about her mangas and how club meetings go while Yukari just listens or at least tries to act engaged at the very least.

Yukari can be a bit protective of her but not often. Just helping at times when she gets too nervous around Akihiko. Other times though, despite Chihiros protests, she throws the girl to the wolves with one particular man to help her overcome her fears. That one man is…

Junpei….is…an interesting case with Chihiro. They both like manga and nerdy things at times so besides the male fear thing, you’d think they’d be the best of friends. Well, kinda. She’s too nervous right now to fully hang out with him and watches from a corner usually. Often wondering how he has so much time to slack on his studies when she’s seen his exam scores. She’d reprimand him if she had the courage to…

Yukari is definitely gonna help this girl slightly tolerate this man if it kills her.

Or at least have her join the “Stupei, Ace Defective” roasting club.

Both options work too.

Chihiro doesn’t have much to talk about with Akihiko. If Junpei was a bit much for her at this level, then a guy who talks about getting stronger and fighting with, to her, not much in common is gonna put her off a bit more…but then again, she seems fine with Hidetoshi so who knows? Maybe they’ll be better friends in the near future.

Insert Makoto Yukis/Door Doors social link here.

What? You thought I was gonna write something for Makoto now? It’s basically going the same as her SL. They’re friends and she likes being around him.

…

Okay fine, maybe I’m planning something but you’ll have to wait until later in the story. For now. They’re friends. Like…rank 4 at best.

In the overworld, Chihiro can often be seen staring at Bookworms, thinking of going in. Heck maybe even considering asking for a part time job, this girl surrounded by books would think it’s a dream job.

She can also be spotted around the mall, checking out the CD shops or wondering if maybe someday Makoto will take her into Club Escapade…but she’s gotta get her own courage in check so we’ll check in on this subplot later.

At night, there is a rare chance that you won’t be able to use the computer there because Chihiro’s on it.

She’s either gonna be studying or looking at this weird new webcomic. It’s apparently about a boy and his three friends playing a video game? You aren’t sure yet because all you see is a boy kissing his poster goodbye while his friend plays the violin. It’s weird but hey, nobody said she can’t have weird interests.

Now that the current dorm life is out of the way, lets get into the story this time.

A reason Yukari may be a bit protectivr if Chihiro is because she’s been hearing about this currently being bullied by three girls.

It’s really starting to piss her off actually. But she bites her tongue for right now.

Most of May and such plays out as normal but instead of the ghost hunting team being just you, Yukari and Junpei, this girl gets in on it too…she wishes she wasn’t because she didn’t know wether to be afraid of ghosts or Junpei in the dark, or confused by how laughable his missing girl story was.

Nevertheless she joins their investigation with some reluctance…mainly Yukari saying it’ll help her.

For once though when they decide to go to the sketchy alleys of Port Island Station at night, she’s siding with Junpei in possibly wanting to back out.

Dear lord the girl was not only not made for scared, but for seeing Junpei get headbutted by a terrifying guy while being harassed by others.

And then there’s Shinji…

Poor girl just about fainted when she saw him. He’s downright terrifying. He seems nice but the poor gi-oh…she passed out. Poor thing.

When she gets back to the dorm she’s out for the whole night, cuddling with a pillow from fear…yeah Yukari may need to apologize later to her for doing that.

Weirdly enough though, the fact she felt like she “survived” something like that feels a bit relieving in her. Like she CAN do scary stuff and will be braver…eventually. For now though. Fuukas case takes high priority.

Hearing this Fuuka girl was getting bullied by Natsuki was bad enough, learning she could be dead is slightly pissing her off…then she learns Mr. Ekoda hid this information from everyone…someone hold this girl back she’s gonna take her paper fan and jam it down his throat.

Thankfully she heard Mitsuru got to him but she’s still pissed. Who knew this sweetheart could have a tipping point that deep.

It doesn’t make her fear into a hatred thankfully, I mean…seeing Junpei get knocked down at the station made her feel scared sure but like she wanted to help and just felt powerless…maybe that’s why when he heard this girl was being bullied and her missing status was hidden was what caused her to lose her cool for a little.

Come the time to save them, she begs Makoto to please go with him to save Fuuka. She feels like she needs to meet this girl.

He doesn’t care

But she’s in the party with Aki and Junpei.

In retrospect, not a good idea for her but she’s holding back her fear to save this woman.

Authors realization: OH SHIT, I FORGOT HOW SHE FEELS ABOUT NATSUKI!!!!

So with Natsuki she feels, understandably, upset that she would bully this girl and locked her up. Though she does promise she’ll help find Fuuka.

Now back in Tartar Sauce, she’s slightly relieved yet worried to be split from the all guys party. When she finds Makoto though, she’s much calmer. When they find Fuuka though…dear lord this girl is so glad she’s alive.

Then she sees Mitsuru and Yukari are down for the count and hey, she can actually do damage to them…it’s weak damage though. If only there were some persona user who could read enemies weaknesses an- oh Fuuka did it.

The rest of the story here mainly plays out as normal.

Now with Fuuka on the team, how are she and Chihiro gonna get along?

Dear lordy, these two are like sisters. Scared, timid, shy, other similar words can best describe them to a T.

Fuuka looks up to Chihiro as her Senpai while Chihiro looks up to her as someone much smarter than her.

These two have a lot of study sessions together and it’s sort of the opposite of Yukari so far.

Instead of having Chihiro try and work past things asap, she’s more into having her take her time and do things at her own speed.

They even suggest starting a manga/book club too.

Fuuka isn’t fully into Mangas? Well by golly Fuuka will try for her new friends sake

And this is where we end for this part. Sorry it’s a bit sloppy and has so much run offs, it’s unorganized and all over the place. Okay a lot more work is needed but there was a lot to go over and I set my ambitions a bit high. I’ll try and organize things a bit better next time and make things more coherent.

Special thanks to my co-author @maze-of-my-design for the relationships list for this gal and helping with ideas for this series.

Hope you enjoyed reading it y’all.

#persona 3 #au idea #persona series #persona what if #chihiro fushimi #sees #SEES Chihiro #fuuka yamagishi #persona 3 reload

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katmoonz · 2 years

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Marauders Band AU Headcanons

Notes: I wrote this all within an hour. I couldn’t decide on whether Sirius would be the guitarist or the singer so I’ve written for him as both.

Tw: Most of these are sexual in one way or another

-Bassist!Remus would get you to sit on the edge of the amp whilst the band practices so that you can feel the vibrations in your clit. He’d smirk every so often seeing you try to keep your noises in so as not to alert the others how stimulated you were getting

-Drummer!James doing tricks with his drumsticks because he loves to see the admiration on your face whenever he does a new one

-Guitarist!Sirius would spend hours practicing the intricate new riff he came up with by using your clit to work out the timing. It feels like torture feeling his fingers work the right spot several times before moving away and leaving you on the edge

-Singer!Sirius getting frustrated at not being able to get the vibrato right on a new song he’s working on so decides to practice by eating you out, humming the tune into your clit until he feels that he can get the perfect vibrato for a particular verse or chorus

-Drummer!James pulling you into his lap on his break whilst he’s all sweaty to ask if you’d enjoyed the new beat he came up with

-Bassist!Remus taking off his sweater and giving it to you during an outdoor concert because he doesn’t want you to get cold, the top he wears underneath shows the definition of his biceps and you can’t wait until later when you can finally jump him

-Guitarist!Sirius telling you about this cool new guitar pick that he found and hypes it up asking if you would like to experience it. The pick vibrates, the vibration is music reactive and is the perfect size to put into your underwear so that you can experience Sirius’ band practice in a whole new stimulating way

-Drummer!James sits you on his lap, gives you some drumsticks and tells you to copy him whenever he sees you looking bored

-Singer!Sirius pulling you in for a kiss every time there’s a break in the song, as his band mates keep playing. He’ll get you all riled up from a passionate kiss before suddenly pulling away to sing the next lines of the song

-Bassist!Remus refuses to let you hear his latest new riff until your panties are in his pocket, then he casually checks your pussy afterwards to see how wet it’s gotten, if it’s sopping then he keeps the riff, if it’s not as wet as usual then he’ll change it or come up with a new one curious as to which notes and tempos make you the most aroused

-Singer!Sirius winking at you whilst he’s singing particularly dirty lines knowing how it makes you ache

-Drummer!James would get you to christen every new set of drumsticks he bought by fucking yourself with them until you get yourself off

-Guitarist!Sirius getting you to wear his rings whilst he plays because he doesn’t want to lose them. He promises a reward later if you manage not to drop them which can be difficult given the amount that he tends to have on him

Taglist: @sprucewoodlover @heartbeats-wildly @pottahishotasf @padf00ts-l0ver @divanca2006 @themarauderswhore @mrskatpotter @lovesanimals0000 @bunnyweasley23 @psamathegoesrawr

#band au #marauders band au #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius black headcanon #remus lupin headcanon #james potter headcanon #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #bassist!remus #singer!sirius #guitarist!sirius #drummer!james #marauders au

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groupiewhoreee · 1 year

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heyy i absolutely love your fics<33 maybe you could write something smutty with Lars again

hii! tyank you sm appreciate it! <33 omg yes, i could! thx for u req :)

Starry Eyes

Lars Ulrich x Fem!Reader

Warnings:Smut, heavy smut. (Minors dni! 18+ people onlyy. sorry kiddos, don't need you reading smut! although i can't force you, it's highly recommended you don't read this.)

Summary/Plot: In Request <3

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It was after a concert, the crowd cheered while the 4 band mates walked off stage into the backstage area. They dripped in sweat, practically drenched in it. it was like someone dumped a bucket of water on them. You greeted them. "That was an awesome show!" You cheered eagerly. "Thank you, Y/N." James said, with a chuckle. Kirk nodded. Lars and Cliff came walking in after them. They walked into the dressing room.

You stayed out, and you heard the showers running, meaning one or two of them hit the showers. You sat somewhere somewhat comfortable. You looked around, seeing the amps, and guitars. You thought all that shit was cool. Seeing people work with their hands switching from one chord to another. Seeing the drummer play was cool as well. You sighed, ur breath hitched. James and Kirk walked out of the dressing room. "So, what'd you think of the songs? This was our first time playing 'Ride The Lighting' live, y'know?" Kirk said, a smile peered across his lips.

"You guys did really well. The songs were great!" You exclaimed. "Well, I'm glad you like it. We still have another show in New York somewhere." James said. "Wonder how that's gonna go. The line to get in would be long as hell. Considering New York streets are crowded. Never clear." Kirk joked. "I agree. New York is never empty. Even if theres 10 inches of snow. They'd be walking thru the snow like it's nothing." You laughed. James pulled out a cigarette, lighting the tip. He smoked it. "Still haven't figured out what we should do for our next album." James said. "Maybe it could have something to do with justice?" You said. "I don't know. But that'd be cool. Liberty and justice for all." Kirk smiled.

Cliff walked out. "Whats up?" Cliff asked. "Dunno, talking about our show in New York and shit." You said. "Oh yeah? Well I think New York would be somewhat cool? But walking the street's going to bars and stuff would be crazy. People swarming you for autographs. Too chaotic for me." Cliff said. "I agree." You nodded ur head in agreement with Cliff. "Whats Lars doing?" You asked. "Dunno. Maybe go check on him?" Kirk would say. "Alright, be right back." You said. You walked in, Lars was peeling the tape off his fingers. "Hey, Y/N." Lars smiled cockily. "No need for the cocky look Lars. I was just checking in on you." You rolled ur eye's playfully.

"I still haven't jumped in the shower yet." Lars explained. "I think I might need too, theres like no air conditioning up in here. I'm sweating. I feel drenched." You explained. "Okay, you go do that. I'll be in here." He said. You walked off. Your clothes were fine, so you would rewear them. You hopped in the shower, ur body fully exposed. You close the shower curtain and door. You heard footsteps though. You grabbed one of the clean non-used loofas. You cleaned urself, rinsing everything off. You started cleaning ur hair. You soon washed everything,. The shower shut off. You peeked out. You quickly grabbed the towel, drying urself off before wrapping urself in the towel. The towel was kinda short. Lars came by. "Holy crap." He muttered to himself. You looked around for ur clothes. "Where the hell did I put my clothes?" You asked, bending over and looking down to see if you left it there.

You turned around, looking at Lars. You looked down, seeing his rock hard dick poking thru his pants. "Shit-" He looked at you. You just froze. "Need help- uhm, with that?" You asked. Lars nodded, mesmerized. You walked over to Lars, getting down on ur your knees. You pulled Lars pants down, and his boxers. You kissed the tip, your wet lips teasing Lars. He held his hands up, throwing his head back slightly. You put your warm mouth onto his dick. You started sucking, gagging slightly. Muffled noises escaped you. "Fuckk," Lars groaned. He moved his hands to ur hair, his fingers intangled into your hair. He rocked his hips.

Cum drizzled into your throat. You gagged, taking ur mouth off his dick. You swallowed, biting ur lip. Lars moved you against the wall. He tore ur towel off. He slowly entered you. "Lars!" You moaned out, your heart pounding. He gripped ur hips, leaning into the crook of ur neck, kissing and leaving love bites across ur shoulder and up ur neck. "So tight," Lars whispered. He moved his hands to your hair. tugging at it slightly. "Please.." You whined. "Please what? Use your words baby." He cockily said. "Please go faster.." You whimpered. He nodded, going faster at the moment.

Cum leaked between ur legs. You panted. Lars pulled out of you, cumming on ur ass. He grunted, putting his clothes on, and helping you especially. You two walked out, acting like nothing happened.

The boys snickered.

You both looked at each other. "What?"

"Nothing." James laughed.

"Whatever." You and Lars went to sit down next to them. Cliff just laughed.

"Oh shut up!" You said. "Okay okay." Kirk said, chuckling.

#request #metallica #lars ulrich #kirk hammett #james hetfield #cliff burton #jason newsted #robert trujillo #metallica smut #smut #smutty

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 17 days

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The Dating Game [Part Three]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauders Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, James Potter x Original Female Character, James Potter x Lily Evans

Characters: James Potter, Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Dorcas Meadow, Original Female Character, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Sabrina Lovegood

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3461

Summary: James and Sabrina decide to play the dating game.

Tags/Warnings: Fake Dating, Fake Couple, Kissing, Jealousy, Quidditch, Arguing, Angst, Fluff, Sabrina's outfit inspo

Notes: finally done!

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

Though James had assured Sabrina not to worry about Sirius he couldn’t help but fret as time drew on without an appearance from his best mate. He didn’t return to the dormitory until well after curfew and when he did he rushed in, climbing into his bed without a word or chance for James to bob his head out of the curtains to check on him.

Not that he knew what he was going to say. So far his and Sabrina’s little ploy had not garnered the attention either of them wanted but now it was as if they were all playing a game of chicken, the train speeding towards them until one of them gave up the ghost and jumped out the way. That was why James made a resolution, if neither Sirius nor Lily had admitted anything by the end of the week he and Sabrina would have to knock this whole debacle on the head. Not that he got a chance to lay this decision on her though as he had to spend the following morning preparing for the Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw match. As he walked into the great hall he was met with a sea of red and gold from banners and flags to each house member's jumpers and scarves. Even Sabrina had opted to adorn her house colours, though he doubted she’d be watching most of the game.

She offered him a smile as he sat down, and a cheery ‘good luck’ though she looked about as happy as he felt, the worry from last night still on his mind. Sirius didn’t appear until the end of breakfast, only scarfing down a piece of toast before he rose, already in his quidditch uniform, and headed to the door forcing James to finish up quickly so that they could walk down together. And despite neither of them speaking, other than to Peter who had hurried along to head down to the pitch with them though he’d be in the spectator stands, they managed to cinch a win. It was a tough game, with the Ravenclaw beaters intent on scuppering James solely though that was no surprise given how spectacularly he’d played. And he wasn’t too proud to admit that without his best friend he might not have been on such good form because even though he was barely speaking to him Sirius was still there blocking every player and bludger that came for his best pal.

Sabrina had watched the entire thing, nerves bubbling in her stomach as she watched the boys fly about like ants far above them. She’d fretted all night about Sirius, about the look on his face when he’d seen her kissing James. It looked wounded.

She hadn’t been sure about the reciprocation of his feelings before which was why she’d thought simply baiting him would work. But she should’ve known. Outside of the suave, debonair, painstakingly handsome teen was a sweet, sensitive man who cared deeply even if he pretended he didn’t. That was one of the things she adored in the first place. She’d bashed him for not being honest when she was just as guilty. So as Gryffindor claimed victory over the Ravenclaw she decided she’d end it, once the celebrations were done.

And of course Gryffindor went all out on the celebrations. After an outpouring of cheering and merriment on the pitch the students had been shepherded back to their common room, the Gryffindor’s wild with excitement, which was only amped as they found the common room now transformed for a party. Gold and red banners hung from the ceiling, music blared from a record player and food and drink gathered on every free table. There was a lot of recapping, a lot of congratulating from various students who came up to James beaming with house pride, and a lot of drinking which had Sabrina feeling merry even if she was thankful not to be noticed, the attention on her ‘beau’. Even Sirius had consented to cheering up, unable to shake the infectious joy of his team mates, though he stayed by the record player, using the role of DJ as means of avoiding his friends. That being said he had hugged James fiercely as they hit the ground of the pitch, congratulating one another before they were swept up in the crowd.

He was standing there now, beer in hand, chatting to Remus though admittedly he wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation, offering indifferent words or grunts where needed. Instead his eyes kept flicking to where James was sitting on the sofa, his mop of dark hair visible above the back of the couch where he was relaxed, a blonde sitting to his left, her head dangerously close to his friend as she kept leaning in to speak. With every glance his smile chipped away. Fortunately his attention was diverted as a very merry seventh year drifted over to him, throwing his arms around his shoulders as he said, ‘you’re on the music right?’

‘Yeah,’ Sirius said, fighting the urge to shrug him off.

‘Taking requests?’ he asked, ‘it’s gettin’ a bit morbid in here.’

‘Go on then,’ Sirius said, hoping that would shirk him off.

‘Whack on We Are The Champions,’ he said, before strutting off back to his friends gathered in the corner watching them with anticipation. Sirius rolled his eyes but moved to flick through his stack of LPs anyway until he found the one he wanted, waving off the grumble of the crowd as the music died before being reignited again.

It was a slow melodic build that was harshened by the seventh year and his friends who immediately jumped in on the chorus as they realised their request had been heard. Soon enough every student in the room was joining in, revelling in their victory as they called out.

We are the champions We are the champions No time for losers 'Cause we are the champions of the World.

James was singing from his seat, his hand in Sabrina’s as the whole couch swayed to the music until they were suddenly pulled up by Marlene and Mary to dance beside the fireplace, huddled in a group of people. James was smiling so hard his cheeks were hurting until Mary smacked him on the arm and said, ‘you should make a speech!’

He glanced at her, finding her brown eyes wide and glinting as the idea set in. He knew it was just a drunken idea but that meant it was something she wouldn't let go of and apparently neither would others as Marlene said, ‘yeah go on Potter!’

‘Nah,’ James laughed, ‘I’m too sozzled for that.’

‘C’mon James,’ Peter encouraged from his other side.

‘Honestly I don’t know what to say,’ James said.

‘Since when do you opt out of a chance to gloat?’ Lily said scathingly from where she was still sitting, legs crossed over one another as she held her glass in hand, staring at it intently as an excuse not to look up.

James swallowed thickly and didn’t reply, his usual repertoire with her feeling empty and awkward now instead of the natural quipping it normally was.

‘Oh go on mate!’ Peter said, nudging his arm, ‘you’re the bloody reason we won.’

‘Yeah Potter!’ Mary said before calling the crowd to attention as she yelled, ‘speech!’

‘Guys,’ Sabrina said, seeing the discomfort in his eyes as all eyes turned to him, some muttering to others to get them to be quiet. James shook his head, waving her off as he knew there was no point fighting his friends.

‘Alright then,’ he said, clearing his throat and grabbing his half-empty bottle as he thought about what to say.

‘Shut it everyone!’ Mary decreed before gesturing that he had the floor. Sabrina slipped her hand into his free one and squoze it reassuringly, receiving a smile in return.

‘Well first I wanna congratulate the whole team for being on top form today,’ James said, looking around at the sea of happy faces. Sirius was standing at the back, watching him with a stony expression that separated him from the pack. Again James’ excitement dimmed but nevertheless he pressed on, unable to keep his adoring fans waiting, ‘without you lot we wouldn’t have won.’

‘Well you helped a bit,’ Peter mused, earning a laugh from everyone that made him beam with pride.

‘Yeah but it’s a team effort,’ James replied, gesturing to the wider crowd with his drink as he added, ‘same with you lot in the stands. Without you there wouldn’t be a reason to try as hard as we do.’

‘Not even to make sure Slytherin doesn’t win the cup?’ someone heckled from somewhere in the room.

‘Well I suppose that’s incentive in itself. Either way we still managed it so thanks and lets have some fun eh? Cheers,’ James said, raising his bottle as a chorus of replies rang out.

‘And let's get thoroughly rat-arsed,’ Mary shouted, earning a louder cheer as she pushed into the room, Marlene trailing behind her as they went for more drinks.

It was a move that knocked Sabrina into James, forcing him to grab onto her so that she wasn’t pulled along or spilled her own drink. She could feel his own bottle in his hand, nestled by her waist, her arm on his bicep as he’d steadied her. She smiled at him and to his disappointment he felt nothing. Nothing more than platonic happiness and looking at him Sabrina felt the same.

‘Well done,’ she said.

‘Thanks,’ James said, leaning further in so that she could hear him over the din of the next song on the record, ‘can’t believe they made me make a speech.’

‘Well at least if this quidditch thing doesn’t work out we know a public speaking career could be on the cards,’ she teased.

‘Oh yeah, next minister for magic I am,’ James grinned. Sabrina smiled back before she sighed. They were having fun but there was no point putting off the inevitable and so she said, ‘James look-’

But James wasn’t listening, he was too busy looking over her shoulder at where Lily had just slammed her drink down onto the coffee table and strode off, shoving through throngs of disgruntled students as she headed for the door. Sabrina whipped her head around and watched her go and before James could stop her she was heading out the portrait hole too, not slowing down as he called her name.

Sabrina had to give it to the girl she was fast. So quick that had she not followed her when she did she wouldn’t have seen the way she turned heading towards the courtyard. Given it was still spring and the night had drawn ever so close the air outside was cold and Lily’s shirt did nothing to protect her from the chill of it. She didn’t even know why she was out here; it wasn’t as if there was anywhere to sit down and she was liable to get cold quickly if she didn’t go back inside. All she knew was that she could no longer sit there watching Sabrina and James cosy up to one another. It made her insides spin and the room much to hot for her liking. That was why she had headed in the direction of a breeze, hoping the cool would clear her head. And it was working well until she heard her name called and turned to find Sabrina standing on the steps of the courtyard, Jamse a few steps behind him and Sirius coming into view just behind him. James glanced at his friend as he appeared but said nothing watching Sabrina and Lily instead.

‘What do you want?’ Lily said, folding her arms across her chest and holding her head high. Sabrina came a touch closer. In her Mary Janes they were almost the same height, looking at each other eye to eye as she stepped onto the cobbled stone of the courtyard.

‘Are you okay?’ Sabrina asked softly.

‘Fine,’ Lily said, glancing at James and tightening her jaw as she felt the sharp sting of tears in her eyes.

‘Are you sure? You run off pretty quickly,’ Sabrina reasoned.

‘Well sorry if I don’t want to watch you snog Potter’s face off,’ Lily said snarkily. At that Sabrina bristled, the original purpose of the prank blaring loud and clear. She had the floor now to just tell the truth and she couldn’t do it, more to the point she was angry at her because of it which was starting to get under her skin as she said, ‘well you were asking me to the other day. Why’s today any different?’

‘Why him?’ Lily shot back, taking Sabrina off guard.

‘What?’ she asked.

‘Out of all the people you could’ve picked to date you picked him,’ Lily said, sounding more upset than she intended, ‘why?’

‘Why not?’ Sabrina replied, ‘James is a good guy.’

‘Did you only just realise that? Because you could have anyone in the school and you picked him after years of being friends with him and no attraction and then boom one day you picked him!’ Lily said angrily.

‘So?’ Sabrina said.

‘It’s weird!’ Lily shouted. James and Sirius were watching on awkwardly now. It was getting more heated and though he couldn’t see Sabrina’s face he could see Lily's and she was getting more upset by the second. He was going to intervene, try and distract some attention to help them both calm down but Sirius put his hand on his arm, stopping him from moving forward. He wanted to hear this explanation.

‘Why do you care?’ Sabrina said, feeling the acceptance coming if she could just push that bit more, ‘I thought you didn't like him.’

‘Of course I bloody do!’ Lily shouted, ‘why do you think-‘

‘I know,’ Sabrina said, cutting her ranting short as her mouth fell agape though she recovered quick enough to say, ‘what?’

‘I know you like him,’ Sabrina said offering her a sympathetic smile, ‘I’ve known all along I was just hoping this would make you realise you did too. Instead of leading him on for the sake of it.’

‘I wasn’t leading him on!’ Lily protested, blushing as Sabrina raised an eyebrow, ‘besides how could you mess with me like that!’

‘It got you to admit the truth didn’t it,’ Sabrina reasoned. Lily sighed.

‘That’s not the…you shouldn’t have done that,’ Lily said sadly.

‘If it makes you feel any better it wasn’t meant to be like this. It was supposed to be a laugh,’ Sabrina said, moving forward to hug her friend loosely, ‘you were just a little more stubborn than planned. I’m sorry.’

‘It’s okay,’ Lily said, smiling sadly though she found her eyes trailing over to James who was far enough away he could no longer hear what either of them were saying as evidenced by the panicked look on his face.

‘Maybe now you can stop dancing around the fact that you actually like one another,’ Sabrina said softly, ‘he really likes you Lily.’

‘I really like him too,’ she said, gnawing on her lip nervously.

‘If it makes you feel any better he’s not as big of a prat as he makes out,’ Sabrina quipped.

‘I heard that,’ James said from somewhere close behind them. She didn’t turn but pulled her hand away from Lily to offer him the finger, giggling with Lily before she said, ‘maybe you two should go and talk about it somewhere?’

‘Good idea,’ Lily said, hugging her friend tightly before letting her go and heading up the steps into the castle before they disappeared from view.

Sirius had been watching the whole thing, trying to wrap his head around the entire charade. He barely paid attention to his friends as they left, James offering him an apologetic smile before he disappeared. He was too focused on Sabrina, on the feelings that churned in his stomach at the sight of her. Before this whole thing had started he hadn't been sure he liked her. She was a friend, a good one and considering he and the opposite sex were rarely just friends he wasn’t sure he wanted to meander into that territory and risk mucking things up for something that might be nothing. But seeing her with James had ruined him, sent him almost as mad as it had Lily though he couldn’t quite bring himself to have the same outburst.

If he was a different man, one not raised in expectation and propriety he would’ve rushed to her, told her how relieved he was that she wasn’t dating James and how it was him he wanted her to be with if she would Just let him. If he rid himself of all modesty and decorum he would’ve hit James the moment he saw them together just as he had wanted to. But no, he couldn’t do that.

In fact as she turned round, her face growing surprised as she realised he was there, he couldn’t find anything more to say than, ‘you two aren’t dating.’

‘Nope,’ Sabrina said, coming closer to him.

‘Why lie?’ he asked.

‘It made Lily see sense didn’t it?’ she shrugged. Sirius stood up off the wall he’d been leaning against and advanced towards her until they were feet apart. He wanted to believe that it was just a prank, a joke and nothing more, but he was scared. Scared that in his failure to pursue her properly he'd lost her to someone even if it was supposed to be a sham.

‘Yeah but what if she hadn't got upset. You would've been hurting her and not even know,’ Sirius said, hoping she’d say something that would make him feel better about the hurt in his own chest.

‘I wasn’t going to marry him,’ Sabrina said aggravatedly, ‘we would've fake split up.’

‘And if you fell for each other,’ he challenged, moving closer as if he could spot the lies in her gorgeous blue eyes.

‘Not a chance,’ she said.

‘That kiss looked pretty real to me,’ he challenged.

‘That was only because you were teasing us,’ Sabrina said.

‘Yeah right,’ Sirius scoffed.

‘It’s true,’ she said, earnestly placing her hand on his bicep. Even through his jumper her touch felt like lava, igniting his body on fire in a way that terrified him so he pulled away, trying to push his feelings down or find a way that he wouldn’t have to be honest with her, ‘yeah, I guess. I mean you don’t want to date anyone right? Should've known it was fake.’

‘I do want to date. I thought me going out with James would prove that,’ she said, stopping him in his tracks and making him look back at her. His grey gaze was heavy on her face now, making her shift awkwardly as she held her elbow, as if her arm across he could hold her together. That was like music to his ears and yet he was reluctant.

‘Why do you say no to everyone who asks you then?’ he asked puzzled, though her words were music to his ears.

‘Because I don’t want to date them,’ she said, she could feel him being reeled in now, dancing around the topic like James and Lily would. So she needed to be brave. If he couldn’t be honest she’d have to be.

‘But you want to date someone?’ he asked.

‘Yeah,’ she said, moving towards him so that there was barely a foot between them, her big blue eyes staring at him as she said, ‘someone who gets very irritable about me dating his best friend. Someone who was very intent on watching everyone who asks me out. Someone who doesn’t realise the reason I’m oblivious to that is because I’m too busy ogling him.’

‘What if you and this person don’t work out?’ Sirius asked quietly, his heart singing but his head very much worrying, ‘I mean what if he’s never dated a friend before.’

‘Well then if it doesn’t work out we go back to being friends,’ Sabrina said, moving to wrap her arms around his waist. Sirius sighed, ‘you make it sound so easy.’

‘Oh it's not. I'm no fan of the dating game, believe me,’ she said, leaning in, ‘but sometimes it's worth it for the right person.’

‘Yeah?’ he asked, his hand brushing past her cheek as he moved a lock of golden hair over her shoulder.

‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘so c’mon.’

‘What?’ Sirius asked.

‘Are you going to show if you’re a better kisser than Potter or not?’ she smiled.

And with that Sirius black made the final move of the game.

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@caitlin1996 @imthebadguyyy

#my writing #sirius black #marauders fic #sirius black fic #Sirius black x ofc #Sirius black x original female character #James potter x ofc #the dating game #fake dating

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angel-blue18 · 1 year

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Dominion NSFW Alphabet

Dominion is owned by @residentialrabbit who made the amazing game from which Dominion is from, please go play it and support them. Literally though they're the nicest human ever along with the rest of the Repurpose Studios Staff please check them out even if romance visual novels aren't your thing! They're so sweet and I love them so much <3 anyway back to the horny. (Also thank you Eros for confirming my dumbass questions <3)

This post WILL contain spoilers for the Repurpose game read at your own risk!

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

- Despite what people think Dominion is very sweet to his partners after sex. Make sure they feel safe and cared for before cleaning them up and setting up a bath.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

- Dominion would say his favorite part of his partner's body is everything, but that's a lie, he loves their thighs. Being able to grab them and manhandle his partners is a part of the thrill for him.

- For himself, he would say his face, not because hes selfish like that but because his appearance is important. He's a Seraphim for Utopia's sake, he cant be walking around looking like trash.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically) - Given he's an angel his cum glows, but more importantly he cums he cums A LOT. Where he cums isn't too important to him though he prefers inside you and watching it spill out, though he understands why someone would be hesitant.

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

- He wants to carve his name, or at least his initials, into your thigh. He's very possesive and wants to remind you who you belong to. Though he would make sure you were okay with it and never admit it unless you brought it up first.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

- Dominion has had one or two long time partners in the past whom he experimented with often so its safe to say he knows his way around a vagina or penis

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

- Mating press or Doggy, what can I say he loves breeding.

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

- He would be humorous if he knew you were worried or it was your first time though most of the time he's very serious.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- Dominion is very well groomed, making sure it is presentable for you to worship. He's trimmed so when you're giving him head you wont have a face full of hair to distract you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

- He is insanely romantic as long as it isn't a quicky. Kissing you and amping up the fact he's going to fuck your brains out.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

- He doesn't jack off, if he needs to come he'll get you to help alleviate his problem.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

- Breeding, Cream-pie, Marking, Bondage, Cock Warming, BDSM, Degrading, Edging, Over stim, Crying, Praise, Choking, Face Fucking, Impact play, Temperature Play, Wax play, Roleplay, Allie, Power play, Sensory deprivation, Denial, Cum play, Size Kink, Knife Play, Corruption Kink

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

- Anywhere he can get his hands on you is fair game to him. Who's going to question the Dominion Seraphim?

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

- Nun outfits for sure get him going but just seeing you bend over or playfully tease him gets him going. Hearing you call him "My lord" really gets him ready to fuck you into next week.

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

- Any bodily fluids that isn't cum. Scat, watersports, vomit. He prefers clean play unless its cum.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He is fine with either. though he understands his size is a bit of a concern he likes seeing you struggle. though if he is giving you head you'll be coming over and over. What that tongue do? overstimulate you for hours.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

- Again depends on the situation, if its a romantic day or special event he'll take his time making you unravel. if it's a normal Tuesday you're getting fucked like there's no tomorrow.

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

- All the time everyday. He will grab you and fuck you then and there if he needs to.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

- He's not apposed to trying new things as long as you're comfortable. He doesn't want to hurt his precious acolyte~

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

- He could last forever honestly, but he usually stops if he notices you're uncomfortable or he is worried for you. Usually 4 or 5 if that's the case.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

- He owns toys that's for sure, using a vibrator on you while he watches you come undone over and over again is his favorite. Though he doesn't mind letting you dom him.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

- All the time, everyday. Unless its a special event you're getting teases no matter what.

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

- If he's subbing for you he's loud, whining and whimpering for you. However when doming he's pretty quiet, saving his noises for your ears only.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

He's very sweet behind his hard exterior. Taking you on romantic dates and telling everyone how madly and stupidly in love he is with you.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) - Two words. Twelve. Inches. (and its curved and pretty thick)

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

- Sex isn't necessary for him he does enjoy it so if you want it, he is perfectly fine giving whatever your heart wants.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward) - He likes staying up and watching you sleep peacefully. He adores his acolyte and wants to make sure you're safe and sound before even thinking of resting. You are his world after all.

This game really has my whole heart, please send all of your love to Eros and the team. I love them so much. okay you're free to go now.

#repurpose game #repurpose dominion

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thekittytat · 2 years

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The Green Room

Part I-The Banshee

Warnings: Part 1 is pretty pg-13 with mentions of marijuana, sexual images, smoking, and drinking. Somewhat slow build but part II will be well worth it <3

Rockstar Eddie Munson x punk Female OC

Third person but from Eddie’s perspective

SUMMARY: Eddie Munson’s passion creates a powerful stage presence when he and his band have a rare opportunity to perform at one of the busier clubs in a larger hub city close to Hawkins. Here he meets someone he’s like no one he’s seen around his small town, a girl whose striking persona throws him for a loop. Luckily he rolled high on charisma.

*Repost and slight edit bc I’m making this blog my new main*

Spotify Playlist Inspo: My WiP playlist titled ‘Dungeon Master Munson’ (Open to suggestions)

Wc: ~3.2k

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“Hooooly mother of Ozz…” Eddie said quietly, piquing the interest of his other band mates. They didn’t have to glance around long before their eyes had immediately settled on what definitely got Eddie’s attention. The most wildly gorgeous punk goddess they had ever laid eyes upon had come confidently strutting through the front doors of the generously packed bar, scanning the room in bored curiosity as she smacked a pack of cigarettes into her palm. She pulled one out with her teeth, and as she moved the hem of her leather jacket to place the pack into her back pocket, she met Eddie’s gaze for a brief moment before taking a lighter to the end of her cigarette, her heavy rings sparkling in the flame.

“Wheeere on God’s green earth did you come from, sweetheart?” he wondered aloud in an almost singsong tone. He watched transfixed as she shook her wild spiked hair from her face on the exhale. It was teased to stand up and outward, almost floating as if permanently blown away from her face during a roller coaster ride, reminding Eddie a bit of Souixie Sue or Joan Jett. The girl held her cigarette in her mouth as she slipped the leather jacket off her slender shoulders and onto the back of the chair she found available at the bar, revealing a shredded T-shirt safety pinned together laying atop a striped long sleeved tee. His eyes widened with excitement as he took in her attire: a Sex Pistols tee with the portrait of the Queen, her eyes and mouth taped over with the band’s logo. She was wearing a buckled leather choker with a chain attached to one of the safety pins at the tattered collar of the shirt. Her ripped, black skinny jeans were tight enough to sit comfortably at her waist alone, but was adorned with a Sid Vicious bondage belt anyway, hanging lopsided across her hips.

Eddie swallowed and quickly turned away as she looked his way again, not wanting to get caught staring for too long. He gaped at his band mates with wide eyes and jaw hanging open, and they similarly were also too stunned to speak. It was Eddie who broke the silence though, as he pursed his lips into a half smile and raised his eyebrows in an urgent expression.

“Dibs!” he exclaimed, to the groans and jeers of his friends.

“Dude, what!? No fucking way, I saw her first,” Gareth, the drummer of Corroded Coffin argued. All three of the other members had thrown their hands out in disbelief and resentment.

“But I,” Eddie retorted, pointing a ring clad finger in his friend’s direction, “claimed dibs first.” He grinned at them all as they scowled back at him, cursing him as they turned back to resume their sound check. His grin faded only slightly as he turned his gaze back to the bar. She had ordered a beer and was looking ahead as she sipped and finished her cigarette, putting it out in one of the ash trays.

“Ohhh you sweet punk rock angel, you will be mine,” he mumbled to himself, shrugging off his jacket and battle vest to toss on top of an amp before turning on his heel to setup his own gear. He never took his eyes off the punk babe at the bar while he placed a newly lit cigarette between his teeth to adjust his mic stand with both hands.

~~~

“Thank you, guys and dolls,” Eddie began in a bored tone, his lips meeting the microphone so his voice sounded loud and distorted. “For interrupting your shitty lives to come see some shitty music.” He gave a toothy side grin at the crowd as a couple of rednecks in the back whooped. He took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke upwards before sticking it on the headstock of his guitar. “This one is titled—”

He broke off the sentence to growl the title into the mic, a guttural bellow of the word ‘Skin.’ And at that, the deep crash of cymbals began, followed by the shattering blast of Eddie’s lead guitar along with the snare drum picking up speed. He let his first strum linger long and loud, holding his guitar outward in one hand, before beginning the intro riff at breakneck speed. The symphony of metal started up rapidly and continued its pace for the duration of the song. Many newcomers to the bar, blown away at the unexpected power this band of high school students conjured, began making their way closer to the stage. Most of the regulars were already down front, banging their heads up and down to the beat and swaying into each other, beers sloshing around the pit.

Eddie transformed onstage, his charismatic persona combined with his flair for the dramatic became the perfect amalgamation of a transcendent metal god. The song was mostly an aggressive tribute to the silky soft skin of a bare woman’s thighs and hindquarters—perhaps a bit too risqué for school sanctioned events, but loved and welcomed in the modest rock and metal scene of small town Indiana. The other lines of the song described a bit more violent scenes pertaining to that skin, portraying Eddie up there as a feral sex god, his eyes wide with lust and rage, his teeth bared and his tongue darting out of his mouth to rest at his chin in an animalistic grimace during breaks in the lyrics. It didn’t take long for sweat to bead down his forehead and shine on his bare, well toned shoulders, his white wife beater beginning to soak through along his chest and abdomen and cling to his fit torso. He shook sweat from his long hair as he embraced his role as the insane leader of their alleged cult, the dark curls now drenched and stringy across his face. Between verses, his snarls and grunts punctuated the hostile strums of his guitar, the omnipotent music reverberating around the establishment.

The song came to a halting crash with each instrument reaching its climax in tandem, before Eddie’s quick successive ending riffs coupled with the drummer’s rapid cymbal tapping sped up simultaneously to a satisfying resolution, drummer and vocalist not breaking eye contact as they bobbed their heads together to the beat. The crowd roared in applause and whistles, earning a wide grin from the frontman as he beamed around the room panting, stretching his arm up to raise his pick into the air. He gave a quick thank you nod to a bartender who had brought him a shot of tequila, courtesy of an anonymous metal head in the audience. He meandered back to the mic stand to give an out-of-breath word of gratitude.

“And to whoever is taking good care of me up here,” he breathed, raising his glass to the room and scanning the crowd. “This is for you. Salut!”

He downed the shot in one gulp, afterwards shaking his head and violently, tongue flailing along, before tossing the glass to the audience and repositioning his pick to begin the intro to the next song—a skillful and energetic cover of an Iron Maiden song.

~~~

Eddie held his plastic cup of beer between his teeth as he began to unbuckle his belt before he had even entered the men’s room. He grasped the cup again with one hand as the other snatched the door handle to swing it open. He sauntered over to the urinal and chugged a sip of his beer as his other hand freed himself from his boxers, slightly smirking to himself in a tipsy daze as he pissed and drank at the same time. Once he flushed, he gripped his cup in his teeth again so he could wash his hands, smiling to himself and winking when he caught his reflection in the mirror, his damp curls sticking to his forehead underneath a sweaty bandana.

The paper towel holder was empty, so Eddie was shaking his hands dry as he kicked open the door again. The sudden thump of his heavy boot against the wooden door caused the girl in the hallway to look up at the noise, meeting Eddie’s gaze as he stumbled out of the restroom. He stopped in his tracks, releasing his chewed up cup into his hand and setting his foot back down on the floor, looking from head to toe at the girl before him. There she was again, feral, jet black hair and striking eye liner giving her a fierce presence and a stare that Eddie immediately knew he wanted her to ruin his life. She stood there against the adjacent wall in the cramped hallway next to the ladies room door, one foot crossing the other and her arms crossed with a lit cigarette in one hand.

“Oh uh…sorry,” Eddie began, before adding, “Hey.” The girl took a drag of her cigarette, keeping her supporting arm still hugging her torso.

“Hey,” she replied, exhaling smoke to evaporate throughout the hallway. “Don’t sweat it.” Her voice was a sexy, deep rasp that sent a flutter to Eddie’s heart.

“I uh, I haven’t seen you in here before,” he croaked, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he took in her dangerous beauty.

“First time here,” she answered shortly, looking away before putting her cigarette to her lips once again. Before Eddie could reply, a handful of girls suddenly spilled out of the ladies room, forcing him to bite his question. The girl caught the door, and as Eddie turned to walk out of the hallway, disappointment wiping his smile away, she called back to him as he was heading out to the main room.

“Hey man,” she said, causing Eddie to whip back around, maybe too enthusiastically. She jerked her chin up and to the side in a motion for him to step closer, which he happily obliged. “Nice set.”

“Hey, thanks,” he grinned, walking back to face her. She held the door open with the tips of her fingers, her wine red nails tapping lightly as she studied him.

“So, you seem like the kinda person to go to when you need to purchase something specific,” she gave him a sweet side smile as she spoke, a sexy canine poking through her lips as she nodded her head to her words. She was considerably shorter than he was, and kept her head lowered so that she was eyeing him through her lashes, one eyebrow raised as she waited for his response. Eddie squinted lightly, pushing his head back a bit so he looked down his nose at her, his tight-lipped smile forming indentions in the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes.

“Could you be more specific, sweetheart?” he poked, crossing his arms and leaning against the opposite wall. She smirked, a stifled laugh escaping through her nose as she looked down at her boots. She shifted her feet to plant flat on the ground, bringing her cigarette to her mouth one last time and inhaled. Keeping her head angled down, her eyes flicked back up to his, smiling more widely now as she put the cigarette out on the door frame and flicked it to the trash behind her in the girl’s room.

“I think you know exactly what I mean,” she rasped. She put her hands in her jacket pockets and crossed her foot again as she leaned in the doorway, keeping the door ajar with her boot. Eddie nodded and looked up, smiling and squinting at the ceiling in faux contemplation.

“Yeah…yeah, I might have an idea,” he brought his gaze back down to hers and nodded his head in the direction of the back room of the hallway. She curled one corner of her mouth and nodded before disappearing behind the restroom door. This gave Eddie a few moments to release the breath he didn’t realize he was holding; he sighed and downed the rest of his drink, tossing it to a corner, afterwards bending over to wipe his palms on his thighs.

~~~

The “green room” was nothing more than a small changing room that doubled as an extra storage room. There was one loveseat, shelves for band gear, a makeshift vanity of a secondhand dresser with mismatched mirror, and a small bathroom with a shower towards the back. In one corner there stacked extra stage equipment that other bands had left or donated over time, almost completely blocking the small closet that carried extra hangers for the bands’ convenience. Overstock bar supplies littered various surfaces around the room: paper towels, utensils, condiments and other excess bulk items. It was the walls, though, that gave the room its charm. Every surface from wall to ceiling was plastered with band posters of all who had played there, good and bad graffiti, and signed names with words of encouragement (or insults).

Eddie led this newfound beauty to the back of the bar, kicking clutter and clothes around to form a path to his band’s gear. He knelt down to rummage around for his guitar case as the girl moved a discarded t-shirt and some scribbled on music sheets to sit down on the loveseat. He sprang up from the corner with a satisfied grin, looking admirably at a small baggie of an illegal substance.

“Here we are, love,” he beamed, shaking the bag before plopping down beside her.

“Thanks,” she chuckled, eyes transfixed on the weed. “And it’s Viv.”

“Eddie. Eddie Munson,” he replied with a smile, offering a hand that she shook softly. Her smooth, slender hand was cool to the touch and it sent chills through his spine, ending between his legs. His eyes trailed down to her shirt. “You know, I gotta say, I was a wreck when I found out Sid was dead.” She followed his gaze down.

“Oh, god. Yeah, I was a complete mess,” Viv agreed somberly. She pulled at the bottom of her shirt, smoothing it out before blinking up to meet his gaze again. Eddie became captivated by her piercing stare; he could tell her eyes were hazel by the way they sparkled more than one color, her dark eyeliner casting a dazzling contrast.

“The…the lasting legacy he made in the punk movement was…” he paused, her fierce glare derailing his train of thought. The corners of his mouth lifted in response to her raised eyebrows at his hesitation. “Legendary.”

Viv gave Eddie an appreciative smile, casting her eyes downward to stare at her boots. A few seconds passed silently before she spoke again.

“So, what're you thinking?” she asked, making eye contact again. Eddie started at this question, furrowing his brows. His previous thought was a rather raunchy scene of him finding out where the tattoo on her neck that he just noticed led. A montage of him pulling her onto his lap, placing gentle licks and kisses along the side of her neck and down to bite the ink on her skin swirled through his imagination. He shifted his weight and brought his ankle to rest atop his knee in order to hide his growing tension. His cheeks flushed slightly as he looked away, trying to quell his thoughts of her bouncing up and down across his lap, supported by his hands cupping her—

“What?” he shook the image out of his head and looked at her again.

“The price, man,” she smirked. Eddie’s eyes widened at the realization.

“Oh! Uh,” he gave an exasperated chuckle as he absentmindedly scratched his chin. “Well, I can do an ounce for $25, or uh…call it $15 and I join you.” He gave her his wide grin that defined the creases around his eyes and mouth, earning him an amused snicker in return.

“Alright, Munson. You’ve got a deal.”

At that Eddie beamed, leaping up from his seat to rifle through his guitar case again for his rolling papers. His belt chain clanged around his hip and a bandana swung from his back pocket as he dug through all of the gear. Finally he found what he was looking for and spun back around to give Viv a proud smile, tongue between his teeth and brows raised.

“The only thing, though,” he said, shoving all his paraphernalia into his jacket pockets, “is we aren’t exactly safe in here. You know, it’s still some high traffic to this room.” And it was definitely not quiet. Loud rock music was still thumping through the walls and the chatter of bar patrons got louder as the night progressed. Eventually an employee would need to come back there to restock. Viv gave him a quizzical look and rose from her seat slowly, giving her hair a tussle which didn’t even bother the hairstyle.

“Lead the way,” she rasped, flashing her pointed canine smile at him again. Eddie returned the grin before making his way to the main doorway to peer down the hall. After checking that the coast was clear, he shuffled back to the far end of the room, jumping over scattered music equipment and bags, to get to a small door in the back corner. He motioned for her to follow, apologizing for the mess, and watched as she gracefully maneuvered the maze of junk. It took a couple of shoulder slams to unstick the warped door from the frame, but once he got it open he stood back and gave her a courteous hand wave to motion her forward first.

“Step into my office,” he teased, following her through the doorway and slamming the door shut again, locking it. He turned around, wagging his eyebrows mischievously at Viv as he shook the baggie loose from his fist and emptying his pockets on the sink to get to work. She sat down across from him on the back of the toilet with her feet planted on the lid and watched as Eddie set up, catching his eye as she watched him expertly lick the blunt from side to side. He set it down on the sink so he could open up the window in the middle of the room, banging against the wood to unstick it from the window will. As he hopped up onto the sink backwards and hand-free, Viv smirked at him with an amused huff.

“Looks like my tequila shots haven’t affected your coordination much,” she grinned, a soft laugh meeting his surprised expression.

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Review: Check & Mate by Ali Hazelwood

Check & Mate Ali Hazelwood Publisher: G.P. Putnam’s Sons Books for Young Readers Publication Date: November 7, 2023 Series or Standalone: Standalone Links: Amazon – Barnes & Noble – Goodreads – StoryGraph Rating: MY REVIEW CW: Sexism; misogyny; death of a parent (off-page); chronic illness; grief; references to car accident; drunk driving, infidelity, Alzheimer’s/dementia, and forced…

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bigbrainkatrina · 8 months

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Drakken and Shego walk into a bar.

(This is an excerpt from my new Kigo story, I'm Scared Too.)

Fifteen minutes after they were supposed to meet, Doctor Drakken struts in with an eyepatch strapped to the left side of his face. Dark fissures in his skin gather around the eyepatch, scarring his face forever.

He walks with an imposing expression, his hands clenched behind his back. She has to admit, he looks quite intimidating like this—

—and he walks straight into some tattooed beast waiting at the bar. The guy whirls on Drakken, and the blue man cowers.

“Nyeh, I apologize, uh, sir—my archfoe just shot my eye out, and I’m still getting used to the eyepatch!”

Tattoo-Man’s mustache droops. He throws his hands on his hips. Sizes Drakken up, then breaks out into a big, toothy smile. He jabs his fist in the air.

“Badass, mate!” the guy cheers.

Drakken blinks stupidly and looks to Shego for help.

“Pound it!” she whisper-shouts from their booth.

Drakken arches his unibrow. Eyes the hanging fist, and with a lot of hesitance, he pounds it.

“HELL YEAH!” the guy cheers, raising his fists into the air. He tries to amp up the bar in Drakken’s honor, but only a few patrons raise a glass before resuming their nightly drinking. The guy’s hands fall to his knees. “Aw man.”

Drakken smirks and looks at the bartender. “Innkeeper! One Coco Moo please!”

Drakken slides into the seat across Shego, only for her to get up.

“I should get something…” she mutters.

“Time is of the essence, Shego,” he says. “We can go splitsies on the Coco Moo. Garçon! Two straws please!”

Shego shakes her head. “You are so embarrassing.” Drakken smirks at her playfully, practicing some self-awareness for the first time in his life. She grins and continues, “So what’s the deal, Doc? Should I hit the unemployment line?”

“Not quite,” Drakken says. “We need to lay low for a while. However, we’ll be working independently of one another.”

“Ah,” Shego says. “You hired all those new meatheads to protect you while I do all the dirty work, eh?

Drakken wags a finger smugly. “They have their own independent assignments. As do you.”

He reaches into his lab coat and pulls a manilla folder out. He lazily tosses it onto the table. Shego eyes it curiously.

“Go on,” Drakken urges.

She sighs and opens it up. She expects blueprints of museums to steal from and profiles on scientists to “outsource” from. Instead, it’s mugshots. She recognizes some of the faces. It’s all politicians and billionaires. She looks up at Drakken, mystified.

“Wait… these aren’t hit jobs are they?” she asks. “That’s kinda dark, even considering the vibe lately.”

He doesn’t skip a beat. “You’re auditioning, Shego.”

She leans back, affronted. “Okay, Drak, I don’t do auditions. You either want me or you don’t.”

Drakken crosses his arms at his chest. “It’s for the Bermuda Triangle. You’ll need to.”

“What?!” Shego blurts out. The bartender slides the frothy Coco Moo onto the table. “Doc. Those Triangle guys want us dead.”

“I doubt it,” Drakken says carelessly, taking small sips from his chocolate milk. “They have more worldly concerns than us.”

She narrows her eyes. “Are we… not taking over the world?”

Drakken shakes his head.

“Is it…” Shego discreetly looks from side-to-side. Leans into her elbows. “...is this a destroy Kim Possible thing?”

Drakken cringes. “Somewhat.”

“Somewhat,” Shego repeats tonelessly. She gives Drakken a cold, hard stare, and when that fails to penetrate, she leans over the table, aggressively grabs onto his straw, and furiously blows bubbles into the Coco Moo.

“Shego!” Drakken whines. “Please, be considerate! The splitsies was a formality!”

“Earth to Drakken!” Shego yells. “Kimmie just tried to kill you. Last time we did one of these stupid schemes, she kicked me into an electrical tower. This time, she shot you. She’s a Global Justice agent now, I think the last person we want to mess with is Kimberly Ann Possible.”

Like this excerpt? Check out Chapter 2 of I'm Scared Too on AO3!

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The Green Room

Part I-The Banshee

Summary: In 1983 (before the national legal drinking age was raised to 21) Eddie and his band score a gig at a more popular bar in one of the larger hub cities near Hawkins, on a Saturday night, no less. Just as they begin setting up, a more unique patron stands out from the crowd, catching his attention. Luckily for Eddie, he rolled a high charisma check.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Just some sexual tension and fantasy. Slow build. Marijuana, drinking, characters all over 18. Pet names. Punk character.

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“Dibs!” he exclaimed, to the groans and jeers of his friends.

“Dude, what!? No fucking way, I saw her first,” Gareth, the drummer of Corroded Coffin argued. All three of the other members had thrown their hands out in disbelief and resentment.

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“Thank you, guys and dolls,” Eddie began, his lips meeting the microphone so his voice sounded loud and distorted. “For interrupting your shitty lives to come see some shitty music.” He gave a toothy side grin at the crowd as a couple of rednecks in the back whooped. He took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke upwards before sticking it on the headstock of his guitar. “This one is titled—”

The song came to a halting crash with each instrument reaching its climax in tandem, before Eddie’s quick successive ending riffs coupled with the drummer’s rapid cymbal tapping sped up simultaneously to a satisfying resolution, drummer and lead not breaking eye contact as they bobbed their heads together to the beat. The crowd roared in applause and whistles, earning a wide grin from the frontman as he beamed around the room panting, raising his pick into the air. He gave a quick thank you nod to a bartender who had brought him a shot of tequila, courtesy of an anonymous metal head in the audience. He meandered back to the mic stand to give an out-of-breath word of gratitude.

“And to whoever is taking good care of me up here,” he breathed, raising his glass to the room and scanning the crowd. “This is for you. Salut!”

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The paper towel holder was empty, so Eddie was shaking his hands dry as he kicked open the door again. The sudden thump of his heavy boot against the wooden door caused the girl in the hallway to look up at the noise, meeting Eddie’s gaze as he stumbled out of the restroom. He stopped in his tracks, releasing his chewed up cup into his hand and setting his foot back down on the floor, looking from head to toe at the girl before him. There she was again, feral, jet black hair and striking eye liner giving her a fierce presence and a stare that Eddie immediately knew was going to ruin his life. She stood there against the adjacent wall in the cramped hallway next to the ladies room door, one foot crossing the other and her arms crossed with a lit cigarette in one hand.

“Oh uh…sorry,” Eddie began, before adding, “Hey.” The girl took a drag of her cigarette, keeping her supporting arm still hugging her torso.

“Hey,” she replied, exhaling smoke to evaporate throughout the hallway. “Don’t sweat it.” Her voice was a sexy, deep rasp that sent a flutter to Eddie’s heart.

“I uh, I haven’t seen you in here before,” he croaked, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he took in her dangerous beauty.

“Hey, thanks,” he grinned, walking back to face her. She held the door open with the tips of her fingers, her wine red nails tapping lightly as she studied him.

“You seem like the kinda person to go to when you need to purchase something specific,” she gave him a sweet side smile as she spoke, a sexy canine poking through her lips as she bobbed her head to her words. She was considerably shorter than he was, and kept her head lowered so that she was eyeing him through her lashes, one eyebrow raised as she waited for his response. Eddie squinted lightly, pushing his head back a bit so he looked down his nose at her, his tight-lipped smile forming indentions in the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes.

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“Here we are, love,” he beamed, shaking the bag before plopping down beside her.

“Thanks,” she chuckled, eyes transfixed on the weed. “And it’s Viv.”

“Eddie. Eddie Munson,” he replied with a smile, offering a hand that she shook softly. Her smooth, slender hand was cool to the touch and it sent chills through his spine, ending between his legs. His eyes trailed down to her shirt. “I gotta say, I was a wreck when I found out Sid was dead.” She followed his gaze down.

“Oh, god. Yeah, I was a complete mess,” Viv agreed. She pulled at the bottom of her shirt, smoothing it out before blinking up to meet his gaze again. Eddie became captivated by her piercing stare; he could tell her eyes were hazel by the way they sparkled more than one color, her dark eyeliner casting a dazzling contrast.

Viv gave Eddie an appreciative smile, casting her eyes downward to stare at her boots. A few seconds passed silently before she spoke again.

“What?” he shook the image out of his head and looked at her again.

“The price, man,” she smirked. Eddie’s eyes widened at the realization.

“Alright, Munson. You’ve got a deal.”

“Looks like my tequila shots haven’t affected your coordination much,” she grinned, a soft laugh meeting his surprised expression.

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