#god my stomach is pale compared to my face

[drfrankendyke]

HEY CHECK OUT THIS SICK JACKET I THRIFTED

[asa-do-your-thing]

Jack of all Trades, Master of None

Cregan Stark x F!Reader x Jacaerys Targaryen

18+ MINORS DNI

WC: 3,7k

Warnings / tags: pool sex, tag teaming, light anal, deflowering, p in v sex, fingering, porn without plot, no beta reads no nothing.

Anxious beads of sweat formed on your forehead as you shifted uncomfortably under the watchful gaze of Lord Cregan and Prince Jacaerys. Their eyes seemed to bore into your very soul as you floated in the warm, bubbling waters of the hot spring. Tall and handsome, both men held crystal bottles filled with deep red wine in their hands, a sharp contrast to the rough towels draped over their elegant clothing.

Their grins were almost mischievous as they looked down at you, a sight that surely surprised them - after all, you were just the sixth daughter of Lord Reed and the humble nanny to Lord Cregan's son Rickon.

"It seems like we've caught ourselves a mermaid here," Lord Cregan said and let his eyes wander over your womanly frame. He threw his towel next to the stone steps and began unbuttoning his doublet, glancing over at Prince Jacaerys. "That's the Reed girl I told you about."

With a quick flick of your hair and a graceful stroke, you swam towards the steps, your arms modestly covering yourself from the prying eyes of the men. "My apologies, Your Highness, my Lord, I must take my leave," you murmured as you avoided their gazes, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

But your escape was halted by Lord Cregan, who had slyly removed his garments. You couldn't understand his intentions - to trap you like this in front of the Crown Prince, an honored guest...

Quickly swimming back with a bright flush on your face, you looked away as Prince Jacaerys disrobed as well and followed Lord Cregan into the hot water, groaning at the soothing temperature. This was wrong, oh so wrong, you thought to yourself as you swam up to a small ledge, tucking your legs under yourself and using your hair to shield yourself from their interested looks.

"So, my Lady Reed... whatever brings you to these hot springs so late in the evening? Should you not be in bed?", Prince Jacaerys asked you, letting his eyes wander over your wet, pale body. You knew that he was a Prince the second he opened his mouth - all of his words, his manner of speech, and gods, even his voice were regal and commanding, making you blush heavily.

Just as you wanted to defend your virtue, Lord Cregan stepped in for you as he gently, but firmly laid one of his big hands on the naked small of your back as he pushed you off of the ledge, closer to the shallower area where the Prince was standing. "Show some courtesy to your future King, my Lady, and answer his question," he mumbled quietly into your ear, his beard gently tickling your pale, soft cheek making you shiver and blush even more.

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, Queen Rhaenyra's eldest son, was undeniably attractive. As he rested his arms on the edge of the pool and looked at you, it was hard not to be captivated by his beauty. He had a slimmer build compared to Lord Cregan, but the way his veins popped against his skin and the small trail of black hair down his toned stomach made your mouth go dry as you struggled to curtsy without dipping your head into the water. "Please forgive me, your Highness. I should be resting in bed. Keeping up with the future Lord Stark has been exhausting lately... And it was so chilly tonight, please excuse my forwardness, your Highness and my Lord. I simply wanted to feel some warmth."

You fought your hardest to suppress a shriek as he pushed himself and swam up to you, quickly turning you around and pressing himself against your well-rounded buttocks. He smelled incredible and you could feel him chuckling silently as he ran his surprisingly soft hand over your naked form over and under the water, as if to taunt Lord Cregan.

"Oh, dear Cregan, she is very cold..." He noted with a smirk as you shivered against his gentle touch, especially as he traced his thumb over your sore nipple, making you sharply inhale the damp air in the grotto. "It does seem like small Rickon is taking his toll on her. Tsk-tsk, Cregan, is that how you treat Lady Reed?"

Making sure you didn't look away, Lord Cregan came closer to you and tightly held your chin in his hand, giving you an almost challenging look. "Do you wish to tell you that I do not treat you well, my Lady Reed?"

Gods, gods, gods, you muttered over and over in your mind as you could feel the Prince's cock hardening against your asscheeks and at the way Lord Cregan's eyes seemed to burn into yours. "N-no, not at all my Lord, you are very generous and kind," you pressed out as he stepped even closer and gave Prince Jacaerys a look over your shoulder.

"Indeed I am, my Lady," he mumbled and moved to pinch one of your sore nipples, but was gently pushed back by Prince Jacaerys.

"Lord Stark, I believe the Lady has wished for warmth and relaxation. Is it not in your duty to provide for your subject's needs?", Prince Jacaerys whispered lowly against your ear, nibbling on it, making you scrunch up your face so as not to moan or follow your body's instinctive need to rub yourself against one of the men's hardening members.

Beads of sweat formed on your forehead as you shifted uncomfortably under the watchful gaze of Lord Cregan and Prince Jacaerys. Their eyes seemed to bore into your very soul as you bobbed in the warm, steaming waters of the hot spring, your hair gently swaying around your curvy form.

The sound of their voices echoed off the rocky walls, making your heart race even faster with each word they spoke. Their grins were almost mischievous as they looked down at you; it felt like they were sharing a secret joke that you weren't part of.

You couldn't help but notice the way Lord Cregan's eyes traced your every curve and how he licked his lips unconsciously. It was clear that he found you desirable - he had let you know that for a long while, but to be found desireable by the Queen's heir? That was another thing, by far.

Lord Cregan gently released your chin as he stepped back, allowing Prince Jacaerys to take over with a wide smirk on his face, his strong, broad arms crossing on his muscular chest. You couldn't help but whimper softly as the Crown Prince held you even tighter and lifted your hair over his shoulder so Cregan had a full view of your nakedness.

With a soft smirk, he pressed his hard length against your entrance, rubbing it teasingly against you as he leaned down and kissed the nape of your neck, sucking it gently with just the right amount of force to make you gasp and arch your back. The double sensation of both water and his warm mouth on your skin made you shiver. He pulled back with a satisfied hum, looking up at Lord Cregan who seemed equally amused.

"You see, little mermaid? What do you think happens when two strong men like us want what we desire?" he asked, his voice rumbling as he traced his fingers down your stomach and onto the mound between your legs. You were slick from excitement, making it easy for him to tease you further.

His finger dipped inside, finding your entrance already hot and wet for him. "You are tight," he whispered huskily, making you tremble as another finger entered you slowly. You moaned in pleasure mixed with discomfort, feeling stretched but wanting more of this wicked delight. "Do you like it when we share you?"

"I-I would not know my Lord," you managed to squeak out between moans as Prince Jacaerys' long finger pushed further inside you, making another moan escape your shivering lips.

Lord Cregan came closer to you and kissed you hungrily, his rough hands playing with your supple breasts. You held tightly onto him as Prince Jacaerys continued to bully your inexperienced cunny, your nails digging into his broad back. "Mh, I think she'll come undone in an instant if you continue like that, your Highness," Cregan mumbled and slid his hand down as well, rubbing your hot pearl, making you shriek in pleasure.

"Too much... I... please!", you hiccuped, tightening yourself around the Prince's fingers, your face flushing uncomfortably hot. "Please, I've never... 'm a maiden..."

Prince Jacaerys chuckled as he pinched your nipple gently, making you gasp and arch your back as he thrust his fingers deeper into your tight sheath, finding your sweet spot with ease. "Such a delicate little flower," he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. Lord Cregan let out a low growl, leaning down to tease your other nipple with his lips before closing them around it, sucking gently.

You let out a high-pitched moan as they took turns teasing and pleasuring you, their hands roaming freely over your wet skin. You felt overwhelmed by the sensations as they claimed you like this, their bodies looming over yours in a dominating manner that made your heart race. With each thrust of their fingers inside you, you could feel yourself growing wetter and needier for more.

Lord Cregan groaned in approval as he slid two fingers into your tight passage, stretching you further than you ever thought possible. You moaned incoherently as they began to move in unison, their hands tracing every curve and hollow on your body. They smelled of sweat and saltwater mixed with expensive cologne from the south that made the air thick with desire. The taste of him was different from Prince Jacaerys - more musky and masculine - but it only added to the thrill of being taken by not one, but two men at once, neither of them your betrothed.

"Oh, but you are no longer a maiden, are you?" Prince Jacaerys teased, his fingers finding your weak spot once more, making you gasp as he pressed and rubbed against it. "I think you've been well taken care of, my dear." He smirked down at you, his lips brushing your earlobe. "Now, we can decide on how to break you in together."

You felt Lord Cregan chuckle darkly against your lips, his beard grazing your skin as he nipped at your bottom lip playfully. "Indeed," he agreed, his own fingers joining in the assault on your sensitive flesh, rubbing circles around your clit as his fingers plunged deep inside you with each thrust.

The water lap against your body and the roughened walls all around created a symphony of sensations that heightened the experience even more. You couldn't help but whimper and moan into Lord Cregan's mouth, overwhelmed by pleasure and fear of what was happening.

Prince Jacaerys pulled his fingers out of you with a pop, leaving you aching for more, tightening around Lord Cregan's. "Don't worry, little one," he murmured, leaning down to lift your hips up to Lord Stark's. "We'll take good care of you." He guided Lord Cregan's member to your entrance once he retracted his fingers and watched as it slowly slipped inside you. The burn was not as bad as you'd anticipated, yet you blushed just the same when you saw a tiny cloud of blood leave your cunny.

"The Lady did not lie, she truly is a virgin," Prince Jacaerys said and kissed you hungrily, pushing you down against Lord Stark's thrusts. "Such a good girl, aren't you? Taking us with no complaints, moaning and squeezing us tighter than any other."

His words sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but cry out as Prince Jacaerys' fingers found their way into your mouth, massaging your cheeks, and teasing your tongue as his ally began to move inside you. The stretch was intense, but the pleasure that came with it was beyond what you could have imagined.

It felt like a mix of pain and ecstasy, as if you were both being ripped open and filled up at the same time. You groaned into Prince Jacaerys' taste, savoring the saltiness of his skin and the muskiness of his sweat mixed with the hot water that surrounded you.

You could feel Lord Cregan's hips move faster with each passing moment, his strong arms pinning your shoulders to the side as he plunged deeper into you. You clung onto him tightly, feeling his rough skin against your breasts as they swayed with every thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the water around you, creating a melody that only increased the arousal coursing through your veins.

Prince Jacaerys let out a husky chuckle before snaking one of his hands to your asscheek, whick he squeezed unimaginbly tight. you loudly cried out as your felt one of his fingers, which was still slick with your drool, gently swirl against the entrance of your bottom. The sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure through your core, causing you to writhe against Lord Cregan's member buried inside you. You couldn't believe how good this felt.

Just as Lord Cregan quickly pulled out of you and took a deep breath, Prince Jacaerys very gently shushed you and carried you over to the ledge, where he placed you onto your knees and slipped his longer cock in, giving you very slow, sensual thrusts. "You're so good to us, little one," Lord Cregan muttered as he joined you as well, giving you a sloppy kiss and sitting up in front of you, his cock just above the water in front of your puckered mouth.

"You'll get everything you want and more as long as you continue taking us so well, you little slut," he mumbled, gently sticking his large thumb into your mouth, almost making you gag. "Your future King loves your tight little cunny, you're making it hard for us to not just fill you with our seed."

You felt yourself torn between pleasure and pain, but the Lord's thumb in your mouth ground you back to reality. Your hips rocked with every thrust, matching the Princes rhythm as he took your cunt from behind. You could taste both of their salty skin on your tongue, their musky scent filling your nostrils.

You whimpered into Cregans' cock as he removed his thumb and replaced it with his thick cock, his hand gripping your wet hair tightly to hold your head in place as he fucked your mouth slowly, making sure you take him all the way down. His length slid against your tongue with each stroke, sending shivers down your spine.

The water echoed with slapping skin and men's grunts of pleasure. The waves crashed against the cliffs, drowning out the sounds of the night around you as Jacaerys gently teased your puckered back entrance with his thumb. Your mind went blank in ecstasy as his cock found the spot that made you see stars every time he rammed against it, feeling him fucking it over and over again.

His fingers dug into your hips, leaving bruises that only added to the ache between your legs as you wanted beg for more from him only to be met with the response thrust from Cregan into your throat, saliva dripping down your reddened lips. Lord Stark growled lowly, grabbing onto your hair and pulling slightly as he pushed deeper inside you. He grunted in approval at the noises you made you you felt that if you wanted to take a breath he'd always take the pressure away from your hair to reassure you that he wasn't forcing you.

Your body couldn't help but respond to the dual stimulation. You were being brutally taken by two men, one fucking your throat and the other pounding your pussy, but you couldn't deny the unparalleled pleasure it brought you. The water lapped against your skin, cooling you off from the heat between your thighs as Prince Jacaerys slammed into you from behind. A soft moan escaped your lips each time his hips met with yours, sending shockwaves through your core.

The taste of salt and musk filled your mouth as Lord Cregan's cock slid in and out, stretching it to its limits. As he picked up speed, his heavy breathing mixed with the sound of slapping skin and splashing water created a symphony of passion in the air.

Prince Jacaerys, meanwhile, moved slower inside you, teasing your sweet spot mercilessly as he pressed his lips against your neck. His hand found its way to your breast once more, squeezing it roughly before pinching your nipple between his fingers, sending tingling sensations down your shaking body. You cried out into Lord Cregan's cock, unable to contain yourself any longer.

"That's it," he growled into your ear, "take our cocks like the good little whore you are."

You moaned into Cregan's cock, tasting him deeply as you felt Jacaerys' rough hands on your body, possessing and demanding, his cock twitching against your tightening walls.

"You belong to us," Cregan murmured reverently against as he looked down on you, "and we're going to make sure you know that."

You whimpered as the men pulled out slowly and as the Prince slapped his cum onto your back, hot and sticky. You arched forward, unable to help yourself as Cregan pushed back in once more. "Mine," he growled lingeringly before leaning down to snake his arms under yours and to pull you onto his lap.

Jacaerys groaned behind you, his hand tousling his shaggy mop of dark hair as he sat back and tried catching his breath. "You're so fucking magnificent," he breathed and grinned as he watched you grining and bobbing up and down on Cregan's cock.

As you rode your Lord, you felt like you were floating up in the heavens, especially as he held you so softly, kissed you so reverently, it was as if he wanted to reward you for letting him fuck you so roughly, you immediately felt yourself coming apart as his thick finger bullied your overstimulated clit by rubbing it steadily. "Come for your Lord, my precious, take my cock and milk it," he mumbled senselessly as your nails drew sharp lines over his broad chest.

As the wave of pleasure washed over you, your body shuddered and jerked as if it had a mind of its own, as did Cregan's. Your walls clamped down around his cock, milking him dry while his fingers dug deep into your ass cheeks, holding you open for Jacaerys to see how your cunt was spasming around the cock and leaking his hot spend.

The men's roughness and demanding actions left you breathless, yet strangely satisfied. You were also pleasantly surprised at the way how Lord Cregan had released you ever-so-gently and continued holding you in a tight hug so that you didn't need to keep yourself afloat in the hot water.

Feeling the sturdy chest of Lord Cregan pressing against your heaving chest, you looked up to see him smiling at you, his eyes filled with an affectionate glow. "You were magnificent, my Lady," he praised, his voice a deep, soothing purr that vibrated through your body. He pulled you closer against him, one hand lazily tracing down your spine to rest on the curve of your hip. His other hand intertwined with yours and you found yourself nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

Feeling emboldened by the warm affection radiating from him, you whispered back, "And what reward do I get for being so?" A breathy chuckle echoed through his chest as he gave your hip a firm squeeze.

"Name your reward and it shall be yours," he murmured into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you could answer, Prince Jacaerys waded towards the two of you through the steamy water, his eyes filled with mirth and admiration. "Indeed," he chimed in with a sly grin. "Your performance was nothing short of spectacular. Name any desire of yours and we will ensure it is granted."

With their noble praise echoing in the steamy chamber, their gazes expectantly on you, you took a deep breath and let it out slowly. You had made up your mind about what you wanted even before they made their offer.

"I would like to become Lord Stark's wife and to... repeat whatever this was at another point," you announced breezily. You felt Cregan's intake of breath against your back and heard Jacaerys' surprised laughter ringing out in the chamber.

"Oh, a bold request," Jacaerys laughed again, his eyes twinkling with both amusement and admiration. "You aim for the stars, my lady."

A soft rumble echoed from Cregan’s chest as he tightened his grip around your waist. There was an uncanny silence stretching out between the three of you; the only sounds filling the room were the gentle lapping of water against the stone walls and your own pounding heartbeat.

"Wife," Cregan repeated softly, running his rough fingers down your arm. His dark eyes met yours with a silent question, a spark of something undefined glowing in their depths.

"You are sure?" he asked gently, though there was anticipation beneath his calm facade. He looked at you intently, his grip on you tightening as if he was afraid you would slip away from him.

You nodded, looking straight into his eyes - your gaze unwavering. "Yes," you murmured, your voice firm despite the wonderment that was flowing inside you. "But on one condition."

Cautious curiosity reflected in Cregan's eyes as he nodded for you to continue. "And what would be that?" he questioned with a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips.

"That Jacaerys doesn't fade into the shadows," you said pointedly looking back at the prince who seemed taken aback by your statement. "I want him to continue being a part of... whatever this is."

Jacaerys blinked at you several times before letting out a surprised chuckle. "Well, my Lady," he drawled lazily, running a hand through your wet hair and hugged you from behind, kissing your cheek chastely, "who am I to deny us all such passion. Though next time a bed would be more comfortable, don't you think?""

Tags: @fairysluna @aemondtarqaryens

[burningflamescurse]

48 Stitches

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: after being in a Brutal Fight with a Shifter and Rolling down a Steep Hill a Couple Miles, [Name] is left with a Severe Stomach Injury.

TW: Stitches, Painful Injuries, mentions of a Shape shifter, crying, Infections, fevers, soft and Fluffy Dean.

A/N: trying my shot at my first Dean x reader one shot, first time Writing for Dean so Please tell me what you all think!

This Particular Shifter had been Playing games with you and the boys for a while now, four days To be Exact, leaving Dead bodies in its wake as the person it was Impersonating at the moment. Being the Excellent tracker you were known to be, you and the boys had tracked the shifter down to a mountain above a small town. You had all flashed out your weapons out prepared to take out the Supernatural creature. You had Produced your trusty silver blade, while Dean and Sam drew out their guns which were filled with Silver Bullets.

What you weren’t expecting though was that the Shifter would launch itself at you, causing you both to roll and tumble Down the steep hill of the Mountain going down into the woods, the shifters claws Sunk deep into your belly as you did, practically Shredding the flesh allowing blood to just Pour out. You heard Dean’s worried voice call out for you. “[Name]!”

You grunted as you Struggled with your blade against the shifter’s Brute Strength, the Shifter knocked its Elbow into your jaw Sending you back a few feet into a Tree along with your blade. You narrowly managed to grab your blade and dodge it's claws as it tried to attack you again. You managed to dislocate it’s shoulder but it Pinned you to the ground on your back trying to stab you with your own blade as you tried to push his arm away.

It had managed to Push the Blade slightly into your chest as a Moan of Pain Escaped you before a Single Bullet ran out sending the shifter rolling a few feet away from you as you laid on the Ground fighting for breath as your wounds bled. Dean quickly made his way over to you, Extremely worried. “[Name], oh God.. are you okay?” he asked quietly afraid to even touch your wounds, in fear of hurting you more.

You whimpered Quietly lifting up your shirt slightly, Showing the Cuts and Tears all along your Abdomen, Sam’s Eyes Scrunched up in worry. “That’s not good [Name], you’ll probably need a good amount of Stitches.” he voiced his Concerns. You almost whined at that, both of the boys knew how much you hated stitches. Fortunately you passed out when Sam said that, only hearing Dean’s girlish Scream as you did.

You stirred awake in the Infirmary of the bunker, feeling the soft mattress underneath your back, You had been redressed in one of Dean’s black shirts and a pair of black shorts as to not bother your newly stitched up Stomach. You felt groggy, Sam probably injected you with morphine. You could feel the fuzzy feeling of the drug in your head, it felt good compared to the pain you felt initially.

You heard the door open and your favorite people walked in, Dean, Sam, Castiel and Jack. They all seemed happy to see you awake and alive. A loopy smile made it’s way onto your Pale face you weakly beckoned them in with your hand, barely being able to wave them over.

“[Name], are you alright?” Castiel asked in the same monotone Voice he used for everybody; You smiled slightly, Despite being weakened and Bedridden you were able to pat his hand that had made it’s way onto your Shoulder comfortingly. “I’m okay Cas.” You whispered, letting your hand fall back down to your side.

Dean let a Scoff leave his mouth even as Sam gave him a Scolding look, “Dean.” he scolded, his hand Whacking Dean On his shoulder harshly. “No, Sam. she needs to hear this.” Dean Retorted, Pushing Sam away from him before Roughly Addressing you. “You had to have 48 Stitches just in your Abdomen. Not to mention the seven stitches across the wound on your throat, [Name.]”

Your eyes slightly Narrowed at Dean’s accusing tone, was he really saying that this was all your fault, that you were the reason that you had gotten injured, it was the monster who lunged at you first. “Seriously, you’re blaming me?” You shouted, raising up in the bed as you did. Sam Tried to calm both of you down, before someone got hurt that someone preferably being you.

Jack only stared at you, his eyes conveying such concern and worry for you in this state. “Dean, you must be stupid because I didn’t just attack the Thing Like a Reckless kid! It attacked me!” Your hands gripped the sheets as you spoke, showing every emotion that was Spiraling up inside you. “and let’s not forget, you were the one so convinced that it was a demon so we didn’t come Prepared!” You added, giving him a Reality check.

The room was silent for a moment, now Dean just looked Guilty as he could be for Scolding you. Suddenly Jack spoke up, “You Guys defeated the monster though, right?” Dean nodded as Jack’s smile appeared on his face. “then everything’s okay, because you killed it and now all those innocent people are safe.” he finished.

With Jack being the voice of Reason calming everything and Everyone down you were able to lay back down and Rest a bit. You noticed that Dean was still Looking as Guilty as ever, so you grabbed onto his hand with Such affection. “Hey Dean, I’m okay now. I’m here and i’m not ever leaving you anytime soon.” you soothed.

Dean nodded, lifting your hand up to lay a kiss upon it. “okay. Okay, thanks [Name.]. I love you.” he whispered in such a soft Voice, you returned his loving words with a Kiss to his inner wrist.

And for now you knew that everything was going to be alright as long as you had Dean, and Dean had you.

[cupidssorbet]

COD CHARACTER DICK ANALYSIS.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ COD Characters x Reader.

Characters Included: John Price, Ghost “Simon” Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, and John “Soap” Mactavish.

Summary: Title says it all!

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Note: This is part 1 of not sure how many but I saw these kinds of things for other characters so I’m doing it for these guys! just know more prompts will be coming as well as other things! :)

Content/Includes: In the title! PS remember that this is just what I think and everyone has different opinions!

NOT PROOFED, MAJOR MAJOR INSPO TO @arachine because their dick series is my biggest inspo for this cod one so PLEASE PLEASE go check out their blog!!

PS IM FINALLY BACK AFTER BEING BUSY FOR SO LONG AND I DO PLAN ON BETTING TO ASKS AND OTHER PROMPTS!!

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Price:

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Length: 8 inches flaccid and 9 erect, NOW HERE ME OUT, he’s 6’0 from what I learned on Google and I mean, do you see and HEAR this man? He’s a captain, he’s got those mutton chops, he’s absolutely got something that slaps his thigh when he walks.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Width: He’s not skinny, and he’s not split you open girthy, it’s that good median some where between that gives you that good stretch but isn’t painful.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Color: Price isn’t PALE pale so down south he’s got a little tan to it, his tip is just a bit darker compared to his dick, like if I have to give a hexcode AND I WILL, it’s #D29A7C.

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ Grooming/Styling: Do you see those mutton chops?? He is neat and tidy, his carpet matches the drapes in a sense of being not messy or anything just neat and all put together.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Are they curved? Any veins?: VEINS, UGH, you can’t look me in the eyes and tell me he doesn’t got a few veins along the bottom and on the side. A few thick ones that rub just right when riding him, he’s also got not majorly noticeable curve but a slight curve to it.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Favorite way to use it: He’s a giver, I saw someone say this I wholeheartedly agree, he’s a giver, he likes you riding him and taking it as you please his hands on your hips as you set your pace.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Prompt:

“There ya go, slow— Oohh— Steady there love.” He breathed out with a slight chuckle, hands finding purchase right on your hips occasionally rubbing down your thighs. “Fuck— Doesn’t matter how many times I ride you I still can’t get over the stretch.” you laughed out as you slowly sank down with his help as he breathed all kinds of praises with that smile on his face.

Eventually you were buried to the hilt deep within him, your velvet heat clutching him, “God knew you could do it— Never fail to impress darling.” Price chuckled before you redirected his hand from your hips to your stomach the slight bulge in your lower catching him off guard, the groan that emitted from his throat was down right dirty. “God damn you know just how to rile me up, I suggest you hold on huh?” He chuckled deeply.

Ghost:

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Length: 7 flaccid, 8.5 hard, he is big but he’s not BIG, you feel me? He’s got that good even, and you best believe he knows how to use it. I mean hello?? Look at him? Anyways I stand by it, 7 flaccid, 8.5 hard.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Width: He’s a buff lad because we’re taking mw2/3 ghost with those man tits and big ass arms, he’s definitely thick, split you open thick in a sense.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Color: With his mask and such I would like to say he’s pale so his dick might be slightly pale as well his tip color though would be slightly darker like, #FAC3B3 & #D69786.

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ Grooming/Styling: See I like to believe his hair is shorttt beneath his mask so he would also keep it kinda clipped and short not exactly long or like out there, he’d had it pretty maintained like a little scruff maybe.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Are they curved? Any veins?: Two words, God yes. Curved up just slightly with veins on the underside and one on the front side.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Favorite way to use it: He seems like the rough types and if he’s busy but needs you so and he’ll face fuck you while your head under his desk.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Prompt:

His grip was tight on your hair as you allowed him to move your head back and fourth as you braced your hands on his thighs. The obscenely wet sounds of your spit & precum shined lips gliding and wrapped around his cock.

“Look at you— *fuck* — such a mess around my cock huh? Little fuckin’ cocksleeve practically.” Ghost chuckled deeply in his chest as he lowered your mouth fully down onto his length causing a little gag from you as you gripped his thighs and he relished in this groaning at the sight and sound of you gagging around him as more drool spilled from your lips.

Gaz:

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Length: 6 flaccid but 7.5 erect, he’s got that good even ground not split you open or good lord how is it gonna fit big but enough that he makes you feel that full feeling you can’t get enough of.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Width: I don’t have a specific like width length in terms of measurements but I’d like to say he’s a good neutral, gives you that good feeling when fucking you.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Color: #C98767 & #AB6F4F , it’s got a little fade to the mushroom tip, the tip just being a bit darker towards the end.

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ Grooming/Styling: He’s groomed, his hair is short like short so I’d think he’d keep it pretty much tamed with a little curl to it.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Are they curved? Any veins?: OOOO, yeah he got veins, more like one up from the bottoms and one on the top that goes into a fork. He’s just a litttleee curved.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Favorite way to use it: I feel like he likes to take you from the back, he’s a bit of an ass man, maybe some tummy and thighs honestly.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Prompt:

“God..” Gaz huffed out as his grip on your hips tightened, his gaze trailing down to your ass and the way it bounced everywhere time he thrusted in and out of your velvet heat. He couldn’t help but land a smack to it earning a, ‘Oh!’ From you and a groan from him. “You like that huh? Go on and tell me.” Gaz managed out punctuating the words with thrusts.

Soap:

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Length: 7 flaccid, maybe 7.5 ish not too big not too small, just the right ish amount for most. Because let’s be honest Soap isn’t big or small, right smack dab in the middle.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Width: I wanna say, he’s a bit girthy though, not twig thin but maybe the same width of a banana which is usually 1.5 to 2 inches, so take that how you will.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Color: I feel he’s pale around the base and a little darker to the tip, I don’t have exact set colors for soap because I can’t pin point exactly what colors but think pale to tanner.

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ Grooming/Styling: I feel like, just by looking at his Mohawk and facial hair look it’s like messy but it’s not overly dramatic or grown out but it isn’t quite buzzed either so like a tamed bush in a sense.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Are they curved? Any veins?: CURVED AND VEINS, he’s got a vein on the under side curved to the tip and over to the top side slightly, as for curved it curves to the left just slightly and up a teeny bit.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Favorite way to use it: He’s a thigh & tit guy in my opinion, so, I feel he looovess thigh fucking.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Prompt:

You HAD been finishing up cleaning the dishes in your favorite PJ’s right before bed until your boyfriend came meandering out…then you found yourself on the bed, on your back, panting softly as you looked at where his cock tip poked out from between your thighs that just couldn’t keep his hands off.

“So..Fucking…Good.” Soap punctuated his words with deep thrusts, pearls of precums catching on your thighs as he thrusted.

[choke-me-joey]

Can I get prompt 49 with Eddie?

Friends to lovers, reader and Eddie are stoned and she casually asks him “wanna fuck?”

My fave stoner metalhead fucks like a champ and we all know it 🥰

49. Wanna fuck?

Eddie Munson x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, drug use (only weed it's chill), friends to lovers, bareback piv, oral (f receiving), Eddie talks too much, creampie, the usual filth

Hoe-vember masterlist

This was the definition of happiness. Sat in Eddie's living room on a Friday night, a large pizza devoured between you both, beers sipped, spliff smoked and Halloween playing on the Munson's tiny TV. Wayne was working a double tonight, and your parents were out of town for their anniversary, so you had moved in with your best friend for the weekend.

You were curled up in a ball on the couch, the high from the weed hitting you nicely. Eddie snickers from the other end of the couch.

"As if a butcher knife can hold up a body like that, man, I love this movie but that's fuckin' stupid." He rambles to himself before taking another sip of beer. You watch him from your end of the couch.

Eddie was your best friend in the entire world, the two of you having been inseparable since you were 7. Over the years you'd developed a crush on the long haired boy, which now, as you were both in your 20s, was running rampant 24/7. It didn't help that as you'd gotten older and hormones had reared their heads your friendship had become one of flirtatious jokes and banter, leading pretty much everyone to question why the fuck hadn't you gotten together yet?

You watch Eddie tilt his head back further to get the remaining dregs of his beer out of the bottle, and your eyes drag over that beautiful, beautiful neck of his, with that prominent vein and milky skin just begging to be marked up. Your mouth went dry and your head went all fuzzy. Your thighs squeezed together involuntarily to try and quell the throbbing between your legs. Fuck, why did you have to get so horny when you were high?!

Eddie stands up and stretches, his shirt riding up to expose a sliver of pale skin with a dark trail of hair leading into his pants and you swear you almost choked. God, you wanted to lick his stomach- was that weird? To kiss and lick that area below his belly button and follow the trail of hair down, down to his-

"Another beer, babe?" Eddie's slightly slurred voice cut you off and you quickly look away, acting as if you were studying the edge of blanket draped over your legs instead.

"S-sure." You squeaked clearing your throat. Eddie guffaws.

"Good stuff tonight, right? Rick really set me up good. Been impressed with my sales so let me have some of the finer grass."

You shoot him a sleepy eyed smile and nod, watching as he walks to the fridge and retrieves 2 more beers, cracking them open and returning back to the couch.

"Wanna fuck?" The words leave your mouth before your brain can even catch up and tell you what a stupid fucking idea it is.

Eddie eyes widen, and he dramatically spits out the mouthful of beer he'd just taken, coughing.

"W-what?!" He gasps, regaining his composure slightly, and a grin creeping across his stupid, dumbe, dorky, perfect face. "Seriously?!"

"Forget it." You mumble, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "You're laughing at me."

"Y/N, I'm not laughing at you, I'm just...surprised, I guess? Shit, I've had a crush on you since forever, I mean, Jesus, how could I not? You're so...so fucking beautiful and smart and funny and I'm the town freak, y'know? Never thought you'd like me that way-" he cuts himself off. "-do you...like me that way? Or are you just bored and horny? Wait, fuck it, I don't care."

He scrambles over to your side of the couch and smashes his mouth to yours, kissing you with an energy you could only compare to that of when he is DM'ing, or playing on stage. You moan happily and wrap your arms around his neck, allowing you both to sink into the couch, Eddie's body moving completely on top of yours.

Eddie licks along your bottom lip and you open your mouth allowing his tongue to find yours. As the kiss grows more heated and sensual, you lift up your hips to grind against Eddie, and the friction from the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans has you moaning into his mouth.

"Shit, fuck, you're really fucking sexy, ya know that?" Eddie huffs out a laugh as you reach between you and palm him through his jeans. "Fuck, this is a dream, this can't be real-"

"Eddie, shut up," you giggle, pressing kisses to his cheek and jaw, ghosting over his neck. You lock eyes with him and flick open his belt and button on his jeans, dragging the zipper down and dipping your hand into his underwear, hand enclosing around his cock. Your pussy clenches at how thick he feels in your hand. "Shit, freak, you never told me you were packing."

"You never asked." Eddie smirks, and you stroke his cock slowly, making him groan loudly and drop his head to your shoulder. You smear the precum gathering on his head around with your thumb, and you swear you hear him whine against your neck. Your hand moves up and down his length slowly, making his hips buck into your hand. "Fuck, sweetheart, this is embarrassing but I won't last long if you carry on, been thinking about this for years-"

"Yeah? Been thinking about me jerking you off, Eds? About cumming all over my hand, or in my mouth?"

"Shit, babe, don't say shit like that, gonna make me blow my load way too early," Eddie pants, his face flushed. "Can I eat your pussy? Wanna taste you so bad."

"Fuck, yes, please." You nod and Eddie practically rips your pants and underwear off. He started transfixed and you feel yourself blushing. "Eddie..." You mumble, trying to scoot away. He grabs your hips and holds you in place.

"Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart, I'm committing this to memory, you're so fucking perfect." He spreads your legs, and practically salivates at the sight of your glistening pussy. "Shit, babe, look, she's fucking soaked. This all because of me?" He slowly runs a finger through your slick, circling your clit teasingly. Your back arches.

"Eddie! Shit, yes, always because of you, think about you all the time-" you whimper out, and your admission makes him blanch.

"Y-you do?" He asks quietly, and you nod.

"I'm not just bored, or high, or horny, Eds, always wanted you, always."

"Shit, we're a real pair of fucking idiots," Eddie chuckles, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. "You mean we could have been doing this for months, years even?!"

"M'sorry," you pout. "Didn't think you liked me that way."

"Oh baby, you don't have to worry about that anymore. M'not letting you go anywhere now, never make you doubt me again, okay?"

You nod and Eddie pecks your lips before trailing kisses down your stomach and then your thighs, deliberately avoiding your pussy. You whine, bucking your hips slightly and Eddie chuckles, pinning your hips down with his arm.

"Be patient, princess, hmm? Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Eddie, promise, I'll be so good for y-OU!" The last syllable comes out as a shout as Eddie licks from your hole to your clit, flicking it with with tongue.

"Shh, sweetheart, the whole trailer park is gonna hear you." Eddie smirks as he slips a finger into your pussy and you moan out his name. "Oh? You like that? You like the idea of everyone hearing what a naughty girl you're being, huh?"

"Eddieee!"

"Alright, alright, baby, can't wait any longer to taste you anyway." He nips your inner thigh, making your leg jerk. He snickers, the little shit, before making it up to you by placing a kiss on your clit, swiping his tongue over it. Your hands fly to his hair, tangling in his curls as he continues to work his tongue over your swollen clit, licking and sucking and moaning appreciatively as you tug on his hair. He slides another finger into you and curls them to find that spongy spot, and his fingers work in tandem with his tongue.

You swore the weed was making this more intense but maybe Eddie was just that good. Nobody had ever eaten your pussy like this before, not even close. Eddie had you on the edge within minutes, the coil in your belly ready to snap at any moment. Your legs were shaking and your head was spinning, the high from both pleasure and weed was making you feel as if you were floating.

"Fuck, Eddie, don't stop, don't stop baby, please, m'so close, gonna cum, y'gonna make me cum so hard!" You cry, and Eddie moves his fingers faster, not letting up on the incredible rhythm he had set with his tongue. Your orgasm hits you like a fucking freight train, your back sharply arching and your thighs clamping around his head as you cry out his name in a broken moan, your release gushing over his tongue and fingers, even his chin. Your vision goes white and you almost forget how to breathe normally.

"Holy shit, princess, that was a big one, huh? You still with me?" Eddie is grinning as he comes up to face you, your juices shining on his goofy face. You nod, pulling him in for a kiss, not minding the taste of yourself. His cock brushes over your pussy, making the both of you moan into the kiss. He breaks away, sitting up. "Condom."

"M'on the pill, Eds," you smile coyly at him and he closes his eyes, groaning.

"Fucking hell sweetheart, you want me to fuck you bareback? Fill you up with my cum?"

You nod eagerly and he climbs back on top of you, sitting back on his heels to take his shirt off. He then tugs at the bottom of your shirt and you sit up, allowing him to peel it off you and throw it to join his somewhere in the room. He groans at your simple black bra, and you grin at him as you reach behind you and unclasp it, letting your tits spill out.

"Jesus H Christ, I always knew you had a perfect rack but...shit, they're even better out the bra than in," Eddie practically growls, cupping your boobs in his hands and experimentally pinching your nipples. When you jolt and whine, he chuckles darkly. "Oh fuck, sensitive, huh?"

"Eddie, come on..." You buck your hips against him, his cock sliding perfectly against your wetness.

"Shit, alright, alright, I got you baby, lie back for me okay? You're not a virgin, right?"

"Eddie!" You snap. He already knows the answer.

He shushes you with another kiss as the head of his cock pushes in to your tight hole, the warm and wet of you making his brain feel like it was buzzing. A few more inches push in and you already feel so fucking stretched out. By the time he's got his entire length in you, you're wondering how the hell he's even going to move; you'd never been this full before.

"Shit, Eds, you're fucking huge, can feel you in my fucking stomach," you gasp and he snorts, placing a hand on your lower belly.

"Yeah? Can you feel me right-" he pulls out and pushes back in. "-here, yeah? Ooh fuck, I know you can, I can fucking see my cock, princess, so fucking deep in this perfect little pussy. You good? Want me to keep going?"

"Yes, yes, fuck, Eddie, fuck me till I can't fucking walk," you hiss. He plants his hands either side of your body on the couch and starts building up a rhythm, the trailer filled with the slap of skin against skin and squelches of your arousal. You bring your hands up onto his back, your nails digging into the skin, which only seems to spur him on.

"God, Y/N, this pussy was fucking made for my cock. Taking it so well, sweetheart, letting me fuck you so good-" Eddie grunts out as he fucks into you, shivering when your muscles clamp down on him. "Shit, baby, you keep doing that and this is gonna be over way too fast."

You're just about to open your mouth for a witty response when Eddie suddenly hikes up your legs over his shoulders. Your mouth drops open and your brows furrow. "Oh, shit, that's better isn't it, huh princess? Can see it on that beautiful face, you gonna cum for me again angel? Wanna feel you cum on my cock."

"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, fuck, right there, right there!" You moan, clawing at the couch beneath you as your orgasm starts to build again. Eddie brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing at it harshly. The stimulation from his cock and his thumb is too much, deliciously so, and you cum, screaming his name as your pussy clamps down on his cock. He fucks you through it, cooing at you as you come down from your high.

"Look so fucking pretty when you cum, baby. Feels so good around my cock, shit, I'm getting close, you sure you want it inside?"

You lock your legs around his waist in response, and he lets out a breathless chuckle.

"You're gonna kill me, sweetheart."

"I hope not, I didn't get to blow you yet. Cum for me Eds, wanna feel you fill me up." You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for another kiss, moaning against his mouth as his thrusts speed up, chasing his high.

"Fuck, gonna cum baby, gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Eddie slams his cock into you as deep as he possibly could once more, releasing rope after rope of cum inside you. He cums so much you feel it dripping out of you before he's even pulled out. The noise he lets out is beautiful; a broken moan paired with your name. Eddie drops down on top of you, his face buried in your neck. "Holy shit, I don't think I've ever cum so hard. This is it now, babe, your pussy is way too fuckin' good, you're stuck with me."

"I was kinda hoping that was the case anyway," you giggle as he lifts his face from your shoulder to look down at you, grinning like a fool.

"Yeah? You wanna be my girl?"

"I thought that was obvious."

"Babe, I'm high and also coming down from the best orgasm I've had in my life, you gotta be clear with me now." Eddie brushes his nose against yours, pecking your lips. "It's cool if you wanna keep this as a one time thing, or a fuck buddies thing-"

"Eddie, shut up." You grin, once more pulling him into a kiss.

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

The Morning After

Because we all need a little AM fluff sometimes lmao xx

A sharp sun ray hits his eyes, forcing him to squint before opening them again. He smiles. Everything hurts. Travis closes his eyes once more, exhaustion taking over his body and mind. There's a sharp contrast in the air: the cold breeze of the bedroom AC in this Vegas hotel, compared to the warm sun ray filtering through the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He hears a drawer opening and closing, a little spoon rustling. He realizes in that moment that he's alone in bed. The worst way to wake up today.

A strong and exhausted arm moves across the bed, almost as if reaching for the ghost of her. He sighs, having lost all sense of time and place. He won the Super Bowl. He did it. He did it all because of her.

Travis sighs again, feels himself get emotional again. Emotional, and.. drunk. He's forcing himself to pull the expensive blanket from his torso. Fully naked from the night before, he leaves the bedroom of the presidential suite. His entire body aches, yet the view before him makes him smile for the first time this morning. At the end of the room, he sees a tall blonde, wearing nothing but his shirt, fumbling with the coffee machine. She steps on her tiptoes for a second, reaching for one of the coffee pads from the shelf above the little coffee station. She's still not wearing any underwear, clearly having thrown his shirt over her body when she got up. He smiles and keeps on walking barefoot towards her, not hesitating for a moment before wrapping his big, strong arms around her.

She startles for a second, her cold hands and the little familiar giggle he loves so much in his ear. Travis sniffs into her neck, pressing his face as close as possible. Inaudible kisses reach her skin and a few strands of hair from her neck in between. This is where he always wants to be. Nuzzled into her skin.

"Oh my god, I literally didn’t hear you get up," she murmurs, both her hands now on his that are right on her stomach. She sounds tired and exhausted, just like he is. After a moment, Travis lets go of her neck, helping her turn around in his arms. The view makes him smile even more. Her eyes are puffy, puffier than she probably likes them to be in front of him, and her hair from last night is all over the place. But he adores seeing her like this. He adores climbing onto this next stage of their relationship together. She’s probably as hungover as he is. No question. This isn't the best version of herself. And he loves that he gets to experience it. He loves that he gets to love it, with every fiber of his being. Just the way she deserves.

"Good morning, sweetie." he murmurs, and she smiles tiredly, placing both her hands on his cheeks before giving him a proper good morning kiss on the lips. He pulls back and laughs quietly, his forehead meeting hers.

"Are you okay?" he asks gently, feeling clearly that she's exhausted, more than usual. This is a next-stage tired Taylor he hasn’t encountered yet. Her eyes small, her face is pale and her hands cold. She seems off to him, seems a little more quiet than she usually is.

"Yeah, great…" She mumbles with a hint of sarcasm in her voice that makes him smile. "Woke up with a sore throat and my head exploding. I think the jet lag and alcohol just got the best of me."

Travis nods, his lips immediately finding her forehead again. He kisses her right over her bangs, both his arms rubbing her bare arms, almost as if this could make her hangover go away.

"Last week was a lot, baby."

She nods, her hands now on his chest while he holds her securely in his arms. She doesn’t even notice that he's naked. It's all about being close to him.

"Advil?"

"Yeah, I just feel like I need to eat first. How are you feeling?" She asks, looking up at her tall boyfriend. His eyes are tiny and he's a lot paler than usual. But she's not really surprised. He really went hard last night.

"I’m okay. I feel great. Might still be a bit drunk actually, but…"

She laughs. He nuzzles his face into her neck again, almost embarrassed.

"I'm sorry if it was a lot last night. I mean… from my side."

"What do you mean?"

"I was… drunk. In another sphere."

Taylor looks at him and laughs, her hands now gently caressing his face.

"I know. Me too. Trav, you are on top of the world right now. You were allowed to have fun last night,"

Travis looks into her eyes and nods slowly. Sometimes he looks at her and can’t believe she's here, can't believe she's his, through and through.

"Hey, I love you."

She smiles slowly, her fingers on his cheek. The unspeakable things he makes her feel. Things she thought she could never feel again.

"I love you, babe."

He kisses her again. She sighs into the kiss this time. The little counter with the coffee machine still against her lower back. But she doesn’t care. His kisses just make her forget that what she needed so badly a few moments ago was coffee.

Just as they pull back, Taylor takes a good look at him, then giggles again.

"What?"

"I love you, but that beard has to go."

He grins.

"Okay, deal. But first, how about I get you some breakfast and a proper coffee, hmm? And some Advil."

She nods, cuddling herself into his arms again. She loves his smell, and she loves feeling so loved up by his big arms. It's been a while since home was a person. It's been a while since she's felt so safe and seen in someone’s presence.

"Please. I need a large coffee. A large, iced latte with almond milk and vanilla syrup. Please. And a breakfast burrito," she mumbles into his chest, making him laugh a little louder. His voice is still rusty from last night, and he knows why. There's been a lot of singing, screaming, and smoking involved.

"Okay, my love. Coming through. Go lay down for a bit now," he says gently and kisses her cheek a few times. She smiles, nods, then steals another kiss. He closes his eyes, pressing her a little closer. He doesn’t want this kiss to end. He doesn’t want to let go of her either. Her smell, her lips, her little hands on his cheeks. He loves this woman more than anything he's ever loved. It's scary, it's beautiful. It's life.

Taylor slowly lets go of him, smiling at him one last time before stepping back into bed. He looks after her, about to search for his phone in the hotel suite, when she turns around again.

"Hey, Trav."

"Mhm?"

"I’m so proud of you. Did I tell you that today already?"

Travis smiles slowly, a gentleness in his eyes he’s not used to himself.

"You did."

"Good," she answers, grabbing the sheets on the bed and letting herself fall into the soft mattress.

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

Little 8 year old Bruce must be so fucking traumatized because listen people don't get how HORRIFYING bullet wounds our, especially if their on the face, like full blown out flesh,blood,muscles, especially if it's a exit wound. And I'm pretty sure Thomas died trying to protect Bruce and so did Martha so there is a good chance that the bullet went through the front and out the back, and that they might have fallen at an angle that might make the bullet wounds visible,

An example for what this would look like is this person on tik tok who draws accurate wounds, here name is @rabbits.foots, I don't have tik tok and I found it on Pinterest so here is the link:-

⚠️⚠️‼️‼️GORE/TRIGGER WARNING BTW, IT MIGHT TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE SO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE DRAWING ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ⚠️⚠️

‼️ https://pin.it/1tCHn5xhl ‼️

Another point is that we don't know how long exactly Bruce was there, it could hours for god's sake till the police found him, since they were in a alleyway which was known for being dangerous, also most people probably thought it was a kidnapped/random situation too, so it must have taken atleast some time where Bruce was alone with the bodies

And btw when someone dies At the moment of death, all of the muscles in the body relax (primary flaccidity). The eyelids lose their tension, the pupils dilate, the jaw may fall open, and the joints and limbs are flexible.

With the loss of tension in the muscles, the skin will sag, which can cause prominent joints and bones in the body, such as the jaw or hips, to stick out more. As muscles relax, sphincters release and allow urine and feces to pass. Within minutes of the heart ceasing to beat, the body will become pale as blood drains from the smaller veins in the skin (pallor mortis). This process can be more visible in people with light skin compared to darker skin and since Bruce is pale as a ghost you know he must have gotten it from somewhere

And you can not tell me that a dead body doesn't make noises after they die, cause they do, since all the air in the body is exiting they are cases where the body makes long groaning and moans after deaths, there are so many possibilities

So there he was, 8 year old Bruce wayne witnessing absolute NIGHTMARE and I know since even some adults are not able to stomach that AT ALL

LIKE IMAGINE IT, ITS GORE PEOPLE, DEATH IS GOREY , STOP MAKING THE DEATH SCENES LOOK AND LIKE THEY'RE JUST SLEEPING, MY BOY IS TRAUMATIZED

[sillyromance]

I feel you heart pounding heavily against your ribs as you lie in my arms, looking me right in the eyes. My stomach rumbles beside you, politely announcing of its emptiness, but don't get tricked. It's almost painful, evil sensation which clenched my insides firmly like vice, turning them inside out while they are struggling with hunger. However, I just smile. You're here not to satisfy me, but yourself. You're small, and sad, and scared. That's OK. There is no shame in that...

I bring you up closer to my face - your skin gets pale as instinctive fear kicks in your veins. I don't hurry; your tiny palms run over my cheeks and lips; I force back the wish to taste your adorable little fingers - they have such a good smell... I ask if you still want me to send you there. After a moment, you nod, still worried but sure about your decision. I smile gently and rub your head in attempt to comfort you, although I know it's not enough. I'm a switch after all; no need to tell me how hard it is to go through this for the first time.

Finally, I open my mouth wide and lift you up to put your feet right on my awaiting tongue. The flavour is... Beautiful; I can't help but exhale with pleasure savouring your skinny, cool ankles. Meanwhile, you're trembling. God, I feel so pity for you! My mind is spinning of misunderstanding, trying to process this controversial information of joy and grief combined together. Regardless, it doesn't take long for me to focus. I lock my attentive gaze on your figure; icy sweat covers your hot, pulsing neck, you're staring down at me with mix of doubt and terror. However, you don't ask me to stop. I play with your legs a little bit more, giving you a chance to get used to the situation, then go for the next level, pushing you in just slightly and making you knees disappear in my maw. You gasp as my teeth accidentally touch your vulnerable skin; I rapidly part them to ease the tension. Your toes wiggle in my pharynx, I have to grant you a pleading look to say it disturbs me, so you hold still. I feel bad for making barriers everywhere for you; I'm aware of horror growing in your chest with every passing moment, but it will be better for both of us if you don't squirm. I promise, I won't hurt you. It'll be over soon.

Well, the point of no return is near. I push you just a bit deeper, like this... Yeah. Now I can catch your limbs with my throat muscles. My grip weakens; I swallow. You faintly shriek. I fondle your back, relaxing your body which has suddenly become hard and solid like a rock, being paralysed with shock. I wait; after some seconds your powerless hand pat on my upper lip, permitting me to continue. Oh, you can't imagine how difficult it is to breathe in this position, to hold my instincts sleeping while even so miserable part of you has been already embraced by my throat... No. Don't think about it. It's fine. I swallow once more, your hips and belly entering my esophagus. My neck pleasantly stretches; my mouth shamelessly waters as I get more of your spicy taste, invisible molecules bursting soundlessly on the surface of my craving tongue. You sense this and shiver, your poor clothes getting instantly soaked in my sticky saliva. But I won't make you uncomfortable for long; glancing at your pretty muzzle one last time, I title my head back and let you simply slide inside, contracting my throat again, tracing you slowly passing every centimetre of it: down, down, down...

At last, I can gift my chest with fresh air. You slipped inside so smoothly that it startles me...

My waist is heavy; cute little lumps are walking around underneath my clothes. You're in my stomach now.

The organ whines with pleasure as abundant meal comes in. You are moving around, trying to find a suitable position in the limited space. I sigh, forgetting about the pangs of starvation at last - the fact I haven't eaten since morning to do this to you is nothing comparing to the heavenly sensation of you being inside my core. Now I'm shaking too. It's impossible to stay straight; I lie down cautiously, putting my hands on the expanded middle, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

You. Are. In. There.

I devoured an alive person. It's so good that it hurts...

You are still nervous; I murmur kind, calming words and caress you within my full belly gurgling gladly at your presence. It's safe within me. I won't digest you. Just look around and see that there is no acid to burn you. You won't get suffocated 'cause you're breathing with me. I won't jostle you with harsh movements. I won't laugh at your helplessness. I'm here to hold you, to listen to your cries, to fight your demons with you side by side.

It's so good that you hear me and settle in. Your warm weight feels unreal and... Perfect. I don't let my arms go away from my abdomen, making them cover the bulge you have created as if I have committed a crime which I should hide now.

You don't need to feel anxious anymore. I have you.

I love you.

[littlerat2]

Style Swap

This story is for @prinxietyweek

Prinxiety Week Day 1

Prompt: Style Swap/Sun and Moon

Warnings: Swearing, Food Mention. I think that’s it but if you think I should add others, please let me know <3

Words: 1351 

AO3

Virgil searched his room. Under the bed, in the hamper, even behind the bookshelf. His hoodie was nowhere to be seen.

He was halfway through searching his closet when Roman’s voice startled him half to death.

“Hey babe-”

“Fuck!” He yelped, placing a hand over his chest. He took a few deep breaths, and turned around to see Roman’s apologetic smile. Not only that, but he was clad in Virgil’s hoodie.

“Sorry for startling you,” He said with a soft chuckle. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. “You going back in the closet?” He teased.

“I was looking for that, actually,” Virgil growled, but without any real heat behind it.

“Oh… sorry. Again.”

“It's okay. Can I have it back?’

“Yeah.” Roman went to take it off, but stopped. “Later.”

“Wha- Princey, I'm cold!” He shot a glare Roman’s way, but smiled. It did look good on him.

Roman stuck his tongue out at him, but then his expression softened. “You can use mine.”

“Why are you using mine if you have your own?!” Virgil sputtered.

“It smells like you,” Roman mumbled, burying himself in the soft fleece of Virgil’s hoodie. Who was Virgil to deny him that? “Besides, you’re already wearing one of my shirts!”

Virgil sighed, rolling his eyes affectionately and walking up to Roman, pulling his face down to his level.

“If you insist on cosplaying me, at least let me do your makeup.”

“And look like a Hot Topic threw up on me? No thanks,” Roman teased.

“I’ll let you do mine-”

“Deal!” Roman said, running at Virgil and tackling him onto his bed.

“I gotta get the makeup first, get off!” He laughed. By god, he was smitten.

. . .

A few hours later, Virgil and Roman both had full faces of makeup. After giving Roman his signature eyeshadow, Virgil decided to go a little overboard, adding little crescent moons on the sides of Roman’s eyes. The moons themselves were erased from the shimmery purple eyeshadow Virgil had used on Roman’s top lids and blended out to the sides, and a little of the bottom. He was rather proud of the look, and may even try it out on himself sometime. He also let Roman wear his favorite matte black lipstick. The man looked stunning by the time he was done. He leaned more towards a galaxy goth vibe than Virgil’s usual scene aesthetic, but he did dabble with goth makeup and clothing from time to time.

And Roman had seemed to like it! Even claiming he wouldn’t mind if Virgil wanted to do his makeup more often. It made his heart swell with pride. Plus, he wouldn’t mind doing his boyfriend’s makeup again. The idea sent excited little spiders skittering in his stomach.

Roman was just finishing Virgil’s makeup now. Virgil was content watching him work, just mere inches from his face. Roman had this cute little concentrated expression, like when he was working on a story or an art piece. It took everything for him not to kiss him every time he got close.

Pulling away, Roman’s jade eyes examined Virgil’s face. 

“Done!” He announced, summoning a hand mirror. Virgil was pleasantly surprised that Princey didn’t go over the top. It was still extravagant compared to his usual tastes, but Virgil found that he didn’t mind.

Roman had applied a generous dusting of blush on his cheekbones, and some on his nose. He had golden graphic liner in the shape of a sun, and little golden stars littering his cheeks and nose like freckles. To top it off, he had a pale red lipliner on the corners of his mouth, blended toward the middle and finished with a transparent, pink tinted gloss. It definitely wasn’t his style, but he didn’t hate it. He dare say he might like it, though he’d definitely try it with a different color pallet on his own. He’d love to see it on Roman.

“This would be so fucking cute on your face,” he mumbled as he continued to admire the makeup.

“You think so?” Roman asked, a little smile creeping its way onto his lips. “It looks pretty gorgeous on you.” 

Virgil could feel his face warm up at the compliment, and Roman chuckled. He pulled Virgil into a hug.

“Come on, take a few photos with me.” He pulled out his phone and snapped a selfie with the both of them. Virgil gave a small smile. Roman took a few more. One where they both smiled. One where they were kissing. And one where Virgil laid against Roman’s chest.

Then Roman started taking dozens of photos of Virgil. Photos from every angle. Virgil even found himself posing in a couple of them, only to give in to the light giggles that attacked his chest a few moments after.

“I won’t show them to anyone, I promise,” he reassured. “I’ll put them in the locked folder of my phone, if it makes you feel better.”

“That’s really considerate of you, Princey,” Virgil said with a soft smile. Roman snapped another photo.

“Well, yeah. Wouldn’t want my boyfriend to be uncomfortable,” Roman said casually, taking another photo.

“Thanks,” Virgil smiled widely. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Roman snapped another photo, then gave Virgil a peck on the cheek. When he pulled back, he snickered.

“What?” 

Instead of explaining, Roman snapped another photo and showed it to Virgil. He had a big, black imprint of Roman’s lips on his cheek. Virgil found himself laughing brightly.

“Okay, okay, let me take a few photos of you before I mess up your makeup.” He pulled out his phone, and Roman launched into a series of poses, expressions, and ways of cradling his face with his hands. Virgil took about fifteen, which he would have deemed excessive about a year ago. But now, he loved having too many photos of his boyfriend, though his phone’s ‘Storage Space Running Out!’ notification didn’t share the same sentiment.

And, he’d seen Roman’s ‘Virgil Folder’ as he called it. He was surprised he hadn’t run out of space on his phone long ago.

When he was finished, he kissed Roman’s temple before nestling his face into the crook of Roman’s neck with a satisfied hum. As sappy as it sounded, any morning spent with his boyfriend was a good morning. 

The two spent the next thirty minutes pressing soft kisses to each other’s skin and basking in each other’s company, before a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” Virgil called. The door swung open to reveal Patton covered in flour, clad in two baby blue oven mitts. He visibly did a double take, before smiling widely.

“You two look great!” He beamed.

“Thanks,” Roman grinned. Virgil gave a sleepy hum of agreement, leaning into Roman’s side once again.

“Of course! I just came to tell you guys that breakfast was ready, but no rush to get down here,” Patton said, removing his oven mitts and fanning himself with them. Virgil guessed that he probably came straight after pulling something from the oven. 

“Thanks, Padre,” Roman beamed. “We’ll be down in a bit.”

“Alrighty!” He looked at the two of them again, before muttering, “I should have you two teach me your makeup secrets sometime.”

“Sounds like a plan, Pop-Star,” Virgil said, smiling. As Patton left, Virgil found himself pulling Roman into his arms, and resting his chin on his shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing just under where Roman’s jaw met his ear. He was promptly swept into a soft, passionate kiss from his boyfriend. One that left him a bit dazed, and grinning like a fool into the crook of Roman’s neck.

“I love you too,” Roman mumbled, voice silky smooth and soft against his ears. The two shared soft, sweet kisses for a long while before Roman’s stomach reminded them they had breakfast waiting for them downstairs.

Today was going to be a good day. After a morning like this, Virgil wasn’t sure much could bring him down. Not when he had such a sweet boyfriend like Roman beside him.

Author’s Note: If this weren’t a human AU, I think it would be hilarious if Patton was like “Oh hey Virgil” to Roman cause they have the same face, and he thought Roman was Virgil, LMAO

Happy Prinxiety Week 2024!!! <33333 I am SO excited to be taking part in this event <3333

[whore4gwen]

Our day off ♡

(Larissa weems x fem!reader)

A/N: none really, just a bunch of fluff

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A small yawn escaped from my lips as I opened my eyes, quickly glancing around the room, trying to grow accustomed to the brightness.

A smile tugged at my lips as I flipped over to see Larissa still asleep. She was laying on her stomach, with her arms stretched out underneath her head, almost like a pillow.

The sun illuminated all her features so beautifully. Her skin glowed underneath the sun, each and every freckle prominent on her pale skin.

I couldn't help but bask in her beauty, noticing every small detail.

I watched for a moment, admiring every crease and wrinkle, I couldn't think of a single thing that compares to her.

I raised my hand towards Larissa's head and carefully swept the hair from her eyes.

Larissa slowly stirred awake at the contact. Gentle blues eyes peered into mine.

"Good morning" she whispered smiling gently at me.

 "Morning Rissa" I replied, voice still a little raspy.

Larissa giggled as she planted a small kiss on my nose.

Larissa scooted closer, scooping me in her arms and closing the small gap by placing a kiss on my lips.

I tangled my hands in her hair, getting as close to her as I could.

After a small make out session I finally pulled away, gasping for air.

I retracted my hands from Larissa's hair and wrapped my arms around her neck pulling her closer to me so I could rest my head on her shoulder.

Larissa looked down, smiling at me. She wrapped her right arm around me and gently caressed my hair.

"I love you, darling" Larissa mumbled while planting a small kiss on my forehead.

"I love you too Rissa" I replied letting out a content sigh.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, Larissa's perfume lingered in the air, even a few days later, I find it to be quite comforting.

"So what do you want to do today?" Larissa asked slightly titling her head to the side, giving me a questioning look.

I thought about it for a moment before I decided to reply.

"Honestly I'd rather just stay in bed and cuddle all day, if that's okay with you?" I said more as a question, pleading for her to say yes.

Larissa smiled at me while giving me a small nod.

"Of course we can my dear." She replied giving me a peck on the lips.

I made my way back into Larissa's arms, humming at my victory.

After awhile of relaxing in each other's arms, and enjoying each other's presence Larissa pulled away slightly, grabbing my chin and holding it in front of her face with her index finger and her thumb.

"Thank you." Larissa said making eye contact with me. She let out a small hum, taking a moment before she continued.

"Thank you for today, I really needed this. Being cooped up in my office all day really takes a toll on me, so thank you for being here." She said, then pulling me in for a small kiss.

I couldn't help but smile at her. I wish I could take all her stress away, gods know she needs a break.

“Of course Rissa, I'll always be here for you. I love you so much." I said, causing a red hue to form across my face.

Larissa only smiled as she released my face and pulled me back into her warmth.

As much as I liked getting flustered around Larissa, I was glad to be back into her embrace.

[thewriterg]

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐳𝐳𝐳𝐬

pairing(s); Leon Kennedy x fem!reader, officer!leon x chief!reader

summary; there was a case that called for some of your best officers out of town and of course you had to bunk with one of your most hard headed recruits of them all leon kennedy —kinktober day; 24—

word count; 1.6k

warning(s); somnophilia, power kink?, reader is an iPad kid for like 5 min, abb riding, degrading, pet names, kisses, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @megamyceted & @eurodynamic— R4 is probably my fav game rn after Silent Hill & Mk1 🤸🏾‍♀️

“I called in for eight rooms there’s no reason there shouldn’t be eight rooms” You hissed at the Manager of the motel the officers giving the man pity from their position in the makeshift lobby travel bags in their hold or resting on your back and Leon whistled lowly to himself which his colleagues would assume was in relief that the heat was finally off himself for once in his career you were hard on him to say the least

He could admit that sometime he could be a little reckless on a case in the field and when he did instead of ripping him a new one like you did everyone else at their personal desks in front of everyone you called him into your office some said it was your way of showing mercy others say that they’d rather take the berating at their desk in front of everyone like usual then be with the ‘final boss’ alone but they all came to one thing to agree on

The blonde got it the worst

All of your officers were fairly new and inexperienced but your older ones knew better and if they fucked up god hellfire sounded like making a snow angel compared to your wrath and Leon wasn’t stupid by any means he knew you gave the rookies a little more leeway but you still didn’t shove a silver spoon up their mouths and it was appreciative disciplined care is what he would call it

“There’s been a problem with housing arrangements me and another person will have to share a room” The blonde was practically crossing his fingers at the opportunity begging mentally please please please choose him while the rest of them prayed to any god that was out there to block the offer coming their way and it was no sweat of the mans back if his competition dropped out the race god if he found your your private bereavement intimate sleeping in the same room as you would be a fucking honeymoon

“Kennedy you’re with me” You declared while he gave you a stoic nod in response even if his his face was warming up and his stomach dropping at the thought of having your attention, being in your presence something that was much more important and meaningful than the pity looks that he was getting from his coworkers was

He had an idea he was your favorite before but now it was written in stone

The ride on the elevator was stiff and foggy to say the least while you handed off room keys to each officer who got off at their assigned floor when needed until his skin was crawling as he tried not to glare at the last man other then himself standing Damon Davis

Leon cleared his throat causing the raven haired man to look at him but it wasn’t his attention he was trying to grasp attention he did not get causing him to repeat his actions causing you look up from you tablet stylus pen resides in your fingers paused from gliding over the screen

“Davis I have you your key are white blind” You questioned and the officer sighed before the responding to you that annoying smirk on his face that Leon just wanted to wipe off-

“I was thinking I would give blondie his own room, he hasn’t really had that hardship why start him now you know?” The pale blue eyed cut from ice man spoke his tone carrying sarcasm resting a toothpick in between his lips and before the blonde could open his mouth to reply you already beat him to it

“Listen Damon I know you’re a little illiterate so I’m going to break this down for you” You sighed letting out little puffs of air at a the situation before your focus goes back to your iPad your tech pen making faint thumps on the surface of the screen

“I’m chief, I’m lieutenant, I’m commanding officer, I’m boss, is that right? Right. So I make the rules I have the last word and I do remember saying Leon Kennedy you are with me tonight because there is a lack of room correct? Correct. The name Damon Davis did not come from my mouth and you’ve disrespected my orders and one of my officers! Do you think we deserve an apology Kennedy? I think we deserve a goddamn apology!”

Leon fought the smirk that tried and succeeded to etch its was on his face the way only looked up from your screen to ask him a rhetorical questioned that you answered yourself the red tinge on his face giving hold all the satisfaction he could need but the apology was definitely the icing on the cake

“I apologize LT, you too Kennedy” The arrogant asshole smell of him begins to leave so he’s finally able to drain his nostrils Damon gets off at the next floor it wasn’t his and it wasn’t yours yet he opted to take the stairs if it meant ignoring the newfound hostility of the the elevator

“Be prepared for weapons cleaning when get get back to base those guns be a good shinning” You called out his as the metal doors shut closed riding your way up higher and higher until you needed a key card to confine the best flood and Leon was surprised to say the least candles lit and rose petals spread throughout the rooms floor and just for a moment he let himself think-

“Couple canceled and it was the last room available ” you mumbled stepping over the teal candles that you were sure was a fire hazard dangerously close to the carpet your legs showing a slip of ankle after stretching

“Please take down those candles, making my head hurt” You weren’t dumb far from it, you had eyes the officer was adorable cute as a fucking button you also noted how he followed your every order and looked at you like you hind every star in the sky

Your eyes traced to the blonde while he positioned himself on his knees his navy blue khaki covered his ass positioned high in the air while he blows out the different rows of candles just like you’d asked him to you shifted your gaze as he lifted from his position on the ground headed to the bathroom with no words spoken the door shut with a ‘click’ behind you

💌💌💌💌

When you wake up in the middle of the night you expect it to be morning but the more you come to a conscious state the more you realize what the hell is actually happening there’s a continuous motion on your thigh and you tilt your head slightly shifting your eyes to see blonde strands of hair peekinginto your peripheral and you feel his face pressed into your back and his hips rotating and grinding against you leg the barricade of pillows holding none of their weight

“Please miss, oh f-fuck please” You can hear him whining and would be lying if the mutter didn’t go straight to you cunt your half asleep dazed state bringing you no luck until you rolled over quickly your bottom half pressed against Leon’s abs just above his v-line while he stared back at you with wide, sultry, eyes

“You’re more of a slut than I thought” You mutter and Leon fights himself to not buck his hips into you at the degradation yet he whines at the sight of you nothing but a cami and boy briefs protecting you from the cold while gusts of winds circulate throughout the room

“Put your hands behind your back… so god help me put your hands behind your fucking back!” You demand barking out orders when Leon pauses and he does it because he’d always do what his Lt wanted so with a slight sit up form crossing his wrist and placing them on the cold mattress before lying on them himself securing his position

“Think it’s okay to use people whore? How you’d like it if I used you hmm?” The blondes heart is pounding as you get off of him and he fights the urge to look at what you’re doing but he’s already in deep shit so he resigns against himself until suddenly you’re on top of him again but this time Leon can feel your heat pressed against his stomach and he groans at the warm embrace engulfing his upper half it’s heaven and hell all in one

“If you touch me I’ll leave you with blue balls” You hissed when he starts trying to grind into getting no where because no pressure was on his aching cock but he stops nonetheless while you begin rolling your hips against the hardness of his abs the firmness of it shooting sparks of pleasure from your belly to your shoulders which hunched while your palms spread out against his chest while the blonde angled his back to arch so his muscles were more prominent to you causing you to moan at the motion

“Oh fuck! S-shit” The look on your face had him awestruck like you created fire, sketched constellations, and sprinkled fairy dust around country’s he felt like he could cum in his pants just from listening to the sounds of pleasure slipping from you lips like honey

“Please miss, just let me help Lt plea-” The blonde whined and before he could complain more your cunt was sat on his mouth muffling his sentence until it died down on his throat while a tongue darted out hitting your bundle of nerves

It was the best way to shut him up

[sunvmars]

stars around my scars | b.b.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: none other than mentions of non-self-inflicted scars, some cussing, tons of fluff, and maybe a mention or two of smut

summary: during a day off, you and bucky reminisce about how you met and your past experiences.

James Buchanan Barnes is the heart of everything you do, as you were for him; you were his heart.

Often Bucky stirred in his sleep, tossing and turning. That was before you. After you came around, he swears he can't remember that there even was a before you. You made him forget most of the bad he had experienced in his many years of life. At first, he was cold and closed off, but it didn't take long for him to warm up to your welcoming demeanor.

You were kind to everyone, sure, but Bucky always hit your soft spot. His blue puppy dog eyes he only ever gave to you made your heart flutter with affection. His flowy brown waves of hair always had you mesmerized, whether it was thinking about brushing it out for him on his harder days or dreaming about how your hands would feel tangled in it. His signature vibranium arm pulled at your heartstrings every time you thought of how he earned it.

Currently, the sun was peaking through the curtains of your shared apartment allowing the soft and warm rays to hit Bucky's face. You rolled over and laid your head on his chest. Bucky's arm came down from behind his head to rest on your lower back underneath the blanket.

"Good morning, doll," he muttered.

His voice was still sleep ridden and hoarse. Unbeknownst to him, his sleepy voice did things to you he would never know.

You smiled, "Morning, Buck. How did you sleep?"

He took a moment to respond before sighing, causing you to look up at him. Your eyes met his icy blues.

"...Peacefully. I always sleep best next to you.

"I'm glad."

His hand that was once delicately placed on your back now made its way to brush a strand of hair from your face. He leaned down and nuzzled his nose against yours before placing a kiss on your forehead.

"So, what's the plan today, sweetheart?"

"Feels like a stay in bed all day today," you sighed in contentment, "does that sound okay?"

"I would and could never say no to a night in with my baby, you know that."

His lips pursed together in a hearty smile, causing all your thoughts and feelings about him to rush to your stomach. You returned the smile with a giggle.

"I love you, Bucky."

"And I love you, baby."

He flipped you over quickly, now hovering above you with a hand by your head and one arm holding himself up.

"You know I adore you, hm?" He smiled again, that same smile that made you fall in love with him in the first place. "From the moment I met eyes with you and saw those beautiful eyes of yours I knew I'd want you forever. But I never could've guessed I'd get you," his free hand now traced up and down your body, "But good God am I so glad I did. You're all mine and I'm never letting you go, you're the best thing I could ask for."

Your heart swelled as he spoke. His words made it even more true that he was made for you. The Bucky Barnes was perfectly crafted for you. It was as if the universe made you and Bucky in the same body and split you in two to give you something to look forward to in life- like you were each other's other half to find to fulfill your missing pieces.

"All yours, Sargeant, I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"How could anyone before me give up something so precious," he looked you up and down, "so...enchanting, not to mention overwhelmingly titillating."

He then sat up and scooped you up into his arms, cradling you. Bucky's rough and calloused hand caressed your legs, tracing the scars you'd gotten from every clumsy childhood accident to every SHIELD mission you've ever been on. To you, you couldn't see why SHIELD wanted you in the first place. You were a mere human with no special abilities who paled compared to Bucky, Steve, and Tony.

But Bucky saw everything you were as a reason why you were better than all of them combined, all of the other agents combined, even. You had a unique skill set. Unique abilities that, even if other people had them, would be nothing compared to you.

"Where did this one come from?" Bucky questioned as he traced circles around a small, almond-shaped scar on your thigh.

"Just a burn from when I was a teenager," you smiled softly, "I used to burn candles in my room while I read. One night I wasn't paying attention, I had just lit a candle and was enamored with my book I accidentally sat the top metal part of the lighter on my leg."

"You're still just as clumsy, my love," he hummed, "and I love that about you."

A tender expression fell upon his face before he continued.

"Every single scar is a piece of you, they all have a story to tell about what made you..well..you."

"Never really saw it that way, Buck. All I ever saw was imperfection."

"Imperfect? You? Those don't even begin to overlap."

Bucky never failed to flatter you and make you feel like the only woman in the world.

He paused for a moment to admire you, "and this one?" His finger pointed to a slash mark on your upper arm.

"A mission from a while ago, before you came along. Thought we'd cleared the place out but a guy came out of quite literally nowhere and slashed my arm. Didn't hurt too bad. Nothing compared to being shot," your voice was soft as you lifted Bucky's shirt you always slept in and pointed to the circular scar wound on your abdomen. The one from the gunshot the top-notch doctors told you had been more than lucky to survive.

Seeing Bucky frown made your stomach turn in the worst way. He rubbed the scar gently as if trying to heal you even though the scar was inflicted years ago.

"I'm okay, Buck. It was a long time ago." Your eyes trailed along his body, eyes jumping from his legs to his torso to his eyes until they finally landed back on his perfectly toned stomach. You spotted a scar that looked almost like your bullet wound, "where's this from?"

His frown stayed apparent, "I have so many that I couldn't even tell you. But this one, I believe, is from when I was in the war years ago."

"I'm still amazed at how strong you are. And how you made it through everything you have."

"Well, I would be nothing without you," he finally offered another grin, "you keep me going. Give me the strength of a thousand men to be who I am. You, doll, have made me the best me. You have given me nothing but happiness. Do you remember when I first met you?"

And you did.

You had just returned from a mission with Natasha. Nothing too difficult, simple file transferring, nothing Cap would need to be there for. You walked into the kitchen almost immediately, stomach growling and threatening to make you pass out from the intense pain. The price you pay for not eating breakfast, you assumed. That's when Steve walked in with the most handsome man you swore you had ever laid eyes on. They were chatting about something you were too distracted to pay attention to.

Your eyes danced around his body, taking him in. His eyes were a piercing blue, lips a pale but rosy pink, hair was as dark as the night yet still had a brown hue, and God almighty did he have the body of an ancient God. His leather jacket hugged his muscles and torso perfectly paired with jeans that made his legs caused you to think sinful thoughts. Your heart pounded in your chest as they got closer.

"Oh! You're back? There's somebody I want you to meet," Steve beamed, he motioned to Bucky, "this is Bucky. My lifelong best friend."

Bucky glanced over at you as if he were trying to take all of you in at once, just as you did with him moments before. Then, he reached his hand out to you, "you must be that agent Steve is constantly bragging on. He's been bugging me about meeting you. I'm Bucky."

"Y/n," you chuckled and took his hand, giving it a gentle shake, "Steve talks about me, huh? I'm honored."

Steve's cheeks warmed slightly at the attention, "of course. You're one of the best agents we've got. Thought you two might get along."

"Well, I'm glad you've introduced me to someone so beautiful I might not have had the pleasure of meeting on my own," Bucky flashed a toothy smile at his friend.

Bucky himself was a bit taken aback at his forwardness. After Hydra, Bucky hadn't even thought about another woman. But you? He could already tell you could be what he wanted, all he needed. There was something about you. He was almost appalled at his cliche thoughts. He couldn't be entranced by someone he met thirty seconds ago. But he couldn't have been more wrong.

"You were practically eye fucking me," Bucky laughed.

"I was not!"

"Were too. I know because you gave me the same look I was giving you," he grinned, "and my thoughts about you were far less than Holy, baby."

You smacked his arm playfully, a giggle escaping your lips.

"Bucky!"

"Can you blame me?"

You curled up into his arms, holding his arm tight in your grip, inhaling his scent.

"Do you wanna order some takeout and watch a movie?"

"What better way is there to spend the day?"

"I'll call it in, you pick the movie," Bucky spoke and he began brushing your hair back. A smile crept up onto Bucky's face as he held you close.

He stood up slowly, careful not to drop you, though you weighed almost nothing to him. He placed you down on the bed gently and peppered kisses all over your face. If it weren't for you rushing him to order the food, he could've sat there all day doing anything to hear your sweet laugh.

He could spend an eternity with you and still never tire or find something he dislikes about you. There weren't enough words in any language to express his affection for you. But that was all okay with him because he would have an entire lifetime and, if he were lucky, even longer to show you how much he loved you. For you were his heart, and he was yours.

[luvfy0dor]

“We Still Worship This Love...♡⁠˖” Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Suggestive, maybe a little toxic, wine but it's not prominent

Description; A very short drabble about Fyodor and Reader's way of fixing problems and arguments HEAVILY based n False God. I think on the citrus scale this might be lime. (Edit like 2 months later- this is not lime I was just nervous to post anything suggestive at all 😭)

A/n; Okay, so basically the rundown on this is this was the first idea I had that I was supposed to write and post here all the way back in August omg. Obviously I haven't until now so here you guys go! I know it's not the best but I also wrote this at 5 in the morning lol. Also might rebrand to pink idk how I feel

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Though you and Fyodor had your differences through arguments here and there, you made sure to make it up to each other at one point or another. They were things you both tried pushing past, feeling as though arguing with him was comparable to an eternity in hell; he's both stubborn and you hated the feeling of guilt that would build up in the pit of your stomach if the ordeal wasn't resolved. You thought that you could patch it up pretty well with the soft kisses and caresses that were shared after the fact, the temporarily forgotten about wine glasses shimmering on the table under the dim light while the two of you got caught up in yourselves. Every encounter of this sort gave you some sort hope, although it was proven to be blind everytime the cycle repeated. You had put so much faith into your love for him that you started not caring that it was comparable to worshipping a false god. You believed that your relationship was true love, and that was all that mattered.

Fyodor loved that you felt that way, returning to him even after exchanging harsh words with eachother. Most nights the both of you would take time to calm down on your own first, gathering your thoughts and sipping on a glass of something, anything that would act as support. Sometimes it was water, sometimes it was wine. You'd try talking it out with eachother, and everytime it worked you ended up entangled in his arms within a matter of minutes; his hands on your waist and back as he softly kissed on your neck while whispering and murmuring quiet apologies to completely win you back over. As did you the second you saw an opportunity, your hands were placed on his shoulder and chest while you straddled him. Your trail of bite marks always made their way down his body throughout nights like these when you showed each other the softest love possible.

→ Fyodors hand rested on the small of your back as you stood between his knees, tilting his head up in order to plant gentle kisses to his lips, only ever pulling away in order to get air but occasionally mumbling against them. "I'm sorry, I get a little dramatic sometimes, but you know that, don't you?" You ask quietly, your eyes flickering from his pretty violet ones to his pink lips that contrasted his pale skin well. That porcelain color was now tainted with hints of pinks on his cheeks and purples on his lower neck and chest. He hummed, a small but visible smirk plastered on his face as his thumb rubbed up and down against the skin of your back underneath your top. "You're forgiven, moya lyubov." He quietly accepts your apology, his hands snaking further up your shirt, pulling you further towards him. You laugh a bit and lean further into him. "Lay with me, my dear." He asks, to which you comply with a smile. Wherever that night takes you would most likely only add to your will to stay with him, but that wasn't your biggest concern in this moment ♡⁠˖

A/n; This isn't to glorify toxic relationships at all if this could count as one. I've just wanted to write this for a couple months now and I'm finally getting to it.

[amaranthine-enihtnarama]

It Happened Quiet (DBS Broly x Superpowered! Reader)

(I gave the reader powers because I can 😈; implied future romance, ‘I can fix him’ literature)

When she’d first discovered her way with words, Y/N had been afraid to speak. There wasn’t a way she could control it. It hurt the people she loved, and only brought bad luck. Her voice only brought her fear—so she lived in silence.

Never did the possibility of helping someone with her power occur to her. Never did she think it would save the people she loved so dearly.

***

“Y/N, you good?!”

I looked up at Bulma incredulously and shook my head, but nothing could really compare to being able to shout no, i’m not fucking okay. But I’d given up shouting, at least until it became the last resort after our Saiyans got defeated. So I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, hid behind Whis, and muscled through the horribly disorienting feeling that only comes from watching gods battle—after all, I was one of those gods’ backup plan.

I bit back a scream as a stray blast exploded next to us, flying to my feet in terror—I should be at home, cuddled up on the sofa with a couple of chocolate brownies, watching some dumb soap opera or prank show on tv! Not shitting myself surrounded by a sea of lava, feeling the literal world quaking around me, risking my fucking life just in case the weapon of mass destruction inside my throat might come in handy. They had no idea how lucky they were I physically couldn’t complain. Well, Whis aside.

Then—a scream.

“Aaaagh!”

My stomach flipped at the sound of Goku’s agonized cry and I looked out from behind the refuge of Whis to see what had happened. I almost yelped as a body flew directly past my face, and Goku’s body crashed into the rock. I looked to Vegeta on the ground next to Bulma, totally out of commission as well. My shoulders slumped. It was definitely about to be my turn. I signed, asking of Goku was okay, Bulma watched my hands, then turned to him.

“Goku, Y/N’s asking if you’re okay!”

He smiled weakly. “I’m…”

I rose my eyebrows.

“I’m gonna need a minute…”

Shit.

A gentle swoop in the air behind me made me whirl around in alarm, seeing Whis calmly evade the rabid Saiyan as he roared in frustration, throwing punches and kicks furiously. My stomach clenched into a fist. I was definitely going to die.

Focusing on what I could control, I turned to Bulma, signing again.

Tell Goku to Instant Transmission all of you, I instructed.

“What? Why?”

I’m going to talk the crazy one down, you guys need to be out of the way.

She paled visibly in the glow of the lava. “Don’t need to tell me twice. Help me with Vegeta.”

He let out a pained groan as we struggled with his weight, but ultimately managed to drag him over next to Goku.

“Goku,” Bulma said, nudging him.

“Ow.”

“Sorry,” she apologized, “Can you Instant Transmission us out of here?”

“Uh…yeah…”

I turned to check in on Whis and the Saiyan—Whis was barely even moving. With a relieved sigh, I nodded to Bulma.

Get out of here.

“We’re out! C’mon Goku.”

“Uh-huh,” he muttered, trying to lift his arm.

“Oh—do you—do—“

“I…I got it.”

“It really doesn’t look—“

His arm finally lifted and curled, and they disappeared. I stared at the empty ground for a moment, then braced myself at I turned around.

“Whis!”

The angel cooly turned his gaze to me, dodging the Saiyan’s attacks.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Bring him over here! I got this!”

Whis rose his eyebrows, considering him, then looking back to me.

“Do you?”

“Just get him over here!”

“If you insist…”

In a flash, Whis landed in front of me.

“He’s coming, shall I move—“

“Oh my god, he’s huge—“

“Y/N…”

“It’s good, I’m good, just stay close in case I need a quick escape.”

I stepped out from behind Whis, fixing my eyes on the crazed, bloodthirsty pair that shifted to meet mine. My heart jumped at the Saiyan’s devilish grin upon finding a new target, but I held my ground, swallowing. My voice would work, it always works, there was no reason to think otherwise. I looked to Whis, gesturing and jutting my head to tell him to get out of earshot. He nodded and hovered, flying away. The green-haired berserker snarled at the sight of Whis departing and flew after him until—

“Hey!”

His head immediately snapped towards me. I fixed my gaze on his and relaxed my shoulders. The thought of getting a giant, glowing, green-haired and completely nuts Saiyan to obey my words, let alone hear them seemed incredulous.

“Come here,” I commanded.

Just as I’d feared, he only stared in confusion, then shifted his attention to where Whis once was, but he’d disappeared. He growled as she searched the area, then fixed his eyes on me again. My stomach dropped. Oh, fuck.

He started to fly closer to me, clearly sizing me up. I wasn’t going to give him a good fight, but I doubt a berserk Saiyan has such epicurean tastes in who they pummel into the ground. I gulped, holding his chilling stare as he closed in.

“Stop,” I said weakly.

His ignored my voice, and my stomach flipped. Shit, I was too scared. I needed to calm down. I closed my eyes, feeling the air grow static around me as he got closer. I opened my eyes, looking up to meet his gaze.

“Stop.”

He halted, and relief flooded my body. I let out a shaky breath, then smiled.

“Calm down,” I gently told him, “You don’t need to fight anymore.”

I watched with slight amazement as the tension in his shoulders released, and his hair slowly began to turn black again. The rage that clouded his eyes started to clear.

“Come here.”

He coasted over and landed in front of me. I swallowed, feeling my legs buckle as I was dwarfed by his towering, muscular figure. I glanced up, hoping to meet his eyes, but I only got an eyeful of his chest. I craned my neck to meet his eyes behind his dark hair. He was staring at me in bewilderment, and I’m sure I was doing the same.

“No more fighting,” I said, “The fight’s over.”

He frowned, muttering to me. “…Over?”

I nodded. “It’s done.”

He didn’t seem convinced. “But…”

“But?”

He looked away, posture sinking.

“What is it,” I asked.

“My…”

He frowned, then fell silent. I lifted my hand slowly so as not to startle him.

“May I?”

After considering my for a moment, he nodded.

I reached out and gently touched his arm. He tensed in surprise but relaxed soon after. I closed my eyes, seeing a blur of images—crashing and loud roars and unbearable thirst—until it finally zeroed in on a large silhouette. It was a man. He was hunched over, leaned against the mouth of a cave. Although I couldn’t see it, I knew he was frowning deeply.

“You were meant for more than this, Broly,” he said gruffly, “That bastard—King Vegeta—he did this to us. He’s reason why we suffer like this.”

His head turned to us. I swallowed, feeling uneasy. I didn’t like the feeling of being under his gaze.

“We will avenge ourselves, son.”

I heard thunder rumbling in the sky.

“I’ll make sure we get the justice we deserve.”

Lighting struck behind the man and my ears filled with agonized screams—I was blinded by pale white light, then blasts and battle cries, and in the midst, I could see the cold, dead body of a strange bearded man in a purple skirt. Wait—I’d seen him before, he was here, not just a moment ago…was he dead? My thoughts were violently interrupted as cold sweats covered my entire body as a shock of pain snaked up my entire arm and I pulled away from him, crying out despite myself. Gripping my wrist, I watched as my hand shook uncontrollably and turned to look back at Broly. He had crouched down in concern.

“You’re hurt,” he said softly.

I shook my head, trying to reassure him. “No, no, I—“

“I’m sorry…it’s my fault.”

He kneeled down, reaching for my hands and taking them in his. I froze, watching his large hands engulf mine. Despite their gentle hold I could feel the power coursing through them—power I just witnessed.

“I…know the shaking.”

I looked up at his face with more ease. His features were rough, but his countenance gave them a delicacy and care that was mystifying. He felt my stare and looked at me, but I timidly averted my gaze.

The tremors throughout my arm and hand went away as he carefully squeezed my hand a few times. It felt strangely warm between his palms; I wonder if he was using ki. I slowly took my hand back and he easily let go.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Ah, lovely, it seems you’ve tamed him.”

The pleasant lilt of Whis’s voice made my spine go erect with inexplicable embarrassment and quickly move away from Broly. I cleared my throat.

“Anyone left”, I asked.

“All that seems to be left is Lord Frieza…although he seems to be less interested in keeping up our little skirmish.”

I moved past Whis to fix my eyes on Freiza’s small form in the distance, my stomach twisting with disgust and fear. A pang of shame always followed when I remembered I still feared him, but I had to cut myself some slack—it was Freiza, after all.

“If Freiza’s all that’s left, this fight’s over.”

If anyone knows the extent of my abilities, it’s him. Despite the fact I could feel that he was staring at me from so far away, I turned around, looking at Whis.

“We should leave.”

“And what of…I’m sorry, I never got your name,” Whis remarked, turning his attention to the Saiyan.

“Broly,” he said.

I looked towards him again, but broke my gaze when I realized he was still watching me.

“Well, Broly…where do you have to go?”

“My father,” he said quietly.

Whis nodded. “Your father died on the battlefield, am I correct?”

Broly shrunk even more. “Yes. It was…my fault.”

“Your—“

I caught myself, going back to signing again. Broly eyed my hands in confusion.

Your fault?

“Y/N is asking why it’s your fault,” Whis said.

He looked at me soulfully, his dark eyes filled with guilt and fear.

“I lost control. I always do…I hurt him…”

He fixed his eyes on the ground and his hair hid his face. I swallowed at the familiarity.

“Well, then, what are we to do,” Whis muttered to himself.

A glowing light suddenly surrounded Broly that made me jump back in alarm—was he that upset? I yelped and grabbed onto Whis as he shot up from the ground and into the sky. I watched in bewilderment until my eyes settled on Shenron and his subsequent departure. A wish?

Not too long after, a small ship flew into the darkened skies after Broly into space. Whis and I shared a look and I awkwardly let him go.

“Seems like that problem is solved; shall we reunite with Goku and the others?”

I stared quietly with a soft ache of disappointment.

“Yeah.”

[castlebyersafterdark]

ok so after that armpit anon i'm going there.... thoughts on how a more established byler do their manscaping? that word lol. but you suggested will would keep his trim and neat... mike? wild and free? dirty scraggy boi?

(Wasn't sure I was gonna post this one but I'm sure I've posted weirder at this point!)

Blesssss you for indulging me 🤭🤣 Love odd details that don't really matter, but when we imagine scenarios with these two, we’re kidding ourselves if we say we’re not conjuring a vivid image. Maybe too vivid but ehh. I'll broaden the topic a bit, too. Just about appearances in general (separate the characters from the actors)

Once he gets a little older, my vision for Mike is that he's a hairy guy. Dark chest hair on his pale skin (love that contrast), a nice happy trail, scruffy chin hair more often than not, oh my god. And he is so not manscaping, dude barely styles the hair on his head. Wild and free, baby. Au naturale. I’ve seen others' ideas that I'm co-opting in agreement with because the situation is hysterical - but maybe he shaves his pubes off once just on impulse because he really doesn't care and thought why the hell not, just to see, and Will has a meltdown hahaha.

Will loves Mike's body hair, and there's nothing better than working and working on his very not insubstantial man and the satisfying feeling of taking his dick all the way down, the heady rush of accomplishment when those coarse curls finally brush his face. He just thinks everything about Mike's body is such a turn on, that's his man, this is how his body looks. He loves that Mike, even through his insecurities, doesn't really fuss or do anything about his appearance and he still looks like that. Effortlessly sexy even when for lack of a better descriptor - he's a bit of a mess. Not mess, really, or unkempt either, it's not like he's dirty. Just natural. The unintended confidence brought on when Will looks at his same old everyday body like a feast. Fingers trailing through his chest hair, mouthing at his stomach and biting at the hair trailing up to his navel, shoving his face in his crotch before he sucks him off. It's all so good. Men, right? 🥵

And Will. He’s someone who enjoys the process of up-keeping his appearance in the specific ways he favors and feels good about himself in. He recognizes that he likes looking neat and fresh and soft, and that doesn't make him less of a man for acknowledging that about himself!!!! Skincare routine, very specific hair products. He wouldn't wax his whole body, not exactly what he's going for, but he doesn't grow a ton of body hair anyway (at least not compared to Mike). Sparse on his chest, and he likes that. Once in a while I see him getting rid of it, it depends. Otherwise, he definitely trims up his pubes, keeps nice and neat. He likes the image it presents since once he can afford it, he prefers to wear really nice underwear everyday and he enjoys a certain look, even if he knows that Mike would be crazy about him no matter what he wore. Just his little indulgence. Looking nice makes him feel more confident. And he usually sports a clean shaven face (though even older still, I've seen several wonderful fanarts depicting him with a neat little mustache and I diiiiied, I kinda love that on him), but when he lets it go a few days not shaving Mike really takes advantage. 😘

[darkeralmond]

In The Spotlight

TREVOR ZEGRAS X OC

October Series

synopsis: trevor meets hayden after the game and they hang out, the next day the band has to meet with aubrey to talk about a new album

warnings: language

word count: 2.8k

Fans poured out of the Honda Center arena happy with the 4 - 1 Ducks win. I stayed inside with Mal, Alex, and Wes as I anxiously awaited Trevor to come out and greet us. I would have some doubtful thoughts here and there such as, “What if he doesn’t show up?”

Mal rested her hand on my shoulder, “I’m sure he will.” She looked around, people still everywhere. “Just stay alert for people screaming ‘Oh my God! It’s Trevor Zegras’! That’s how we know he’s close by.”

I rolled my eyes as I tried my hardest to stop the smile that threatened to break through. It didn’t help that my cheeks now flushed with bright red heat against my already pale skin. “How will he even be able to find me through this crowd of people? There’s like at least tens of thousands of people here.”

Wes then looked behind me and smiled, “Like that.”

I turned around at the squeals that broke through the crowd. Before I could grasp what was happening, a sweaty casually dressed Trevor Zegras emerged through the valley of fans in awe around him. Some asked for pictures, some asked for autographs, and the others were too stunned by his presence to do anything.

My heart rate rapidly sped up as either a pit formed in my stomach or the butterflies had come back. His sky-blue eyes were fixated on me as a smile grew on his face. “Hayden Clarke,” he said, both enthusiasm and a New York accent slipping from his voice. “It’s so nice to see you again after all this time.”

A nervous smile made itself present on my face as he went in for the hug. Oh, okay! I thought as he wrapped his arms around me. As I embraced him, two things stood out to me. The first thing was our height distance. The last time I went to the doctor’s office in February, the nurse told me I stood at 5’4 and 3/4 — which is oddly specific. Since then I’ve assumed that I’ve grown to be about 5’5. Trevor stood at around 6’0, at least according to Google, and he looked it. Compared to me, at least.

I let go of the embrace and tucked some blonde strands of hair behind my ear. “It’s nice to see you again, Trevor,” I bashfully said. I struggled to maintain eye contact with him due to how sheepish he made me feel. “Have you met my band mates?” I asked him.

He shook his head and glanced over my shoulder before letting out a chuckle, “And I don’t think I will be.” My eyebrows furrowed as I turned around and found that the three of them had vanished. Those fuckers! I turned back to Trevor and forced a laugh, masking my aggravation with them. “Looks like I get to know you more now. Did you drive here?”

“Uh, Alex did actually. We all pretty much carpool together since we live together.” I shoved my hands in my hoodie pockets while looking up at him. His expression had soften compared to him earlier on the ice.

“Well, since your friends abandoned you… would you like me to give you a ride home?” My eyes grew as wide as they could. He’s already offering me a ride home? Is he trying to be prince charming?

My mom told me to never get into cars with men I’ve never met before. She didn’t want me to pop up missing, but I have Life 360 now, so what’s the worse that can happen? “Yes, please,” I answered.

Now we had to get through the mass of fans that crowded around us, shouting and taking pictures. I squeezed closer to him as I wrapped my arm around his, letting him lead us out to where ever he parked his car at. It had to be in some player reserved area, especially with the traffic coming out of the Honda Center.

Somehow, we lost the crowd of adoring fans which felt like a sigh of relief. “I haven’t seen a crowd like that since Miami!” I laughed as I glanced up at him. I still hadn’t let go of him, it felt comforting in a way. Maybe even a bit secure.

“It always feels like I’m in a pack of sardines when I’m near that exit,” he joked. “I should’ve told you to meet me by the locker room.”

I shrugged, “I don’t even know the lay out of the arena like that. Though it was one of the venues offered to us.”

Trevor dug in his sweatpants pocket and grabbed his keys from there. “Why didn’t you?” he asked as he unlocked the car.

My arm slowly let go of his as I made my way to the passenger seat of the car. “Because we were already performing at SDSU’s amphitheater. There was really no reason to go there and then drive an hour to Anaheim.”

Trevor chuckled as he answered, “Well, so I could see you guys perform obviously.”

“Should’ve just come to the SDSU one then,” I replied in a snarky tone.

His hand flew over his chest as his mouth popped open in a comedic way. I laughed looking at the obvious fake offense on his face. “You’re really mean you know that!” He then started the car up and began backing out of his parking spot. He placed his hand on the head of the passenger seat as he turned back to guide himself.

That was really attractive for no reason I could explain. He noticed before I was able to catch myself staring at him the entire time he did this with my jaw slacked. He smirked as he put the car into drive, facing forward again. “You also have a staring problem.”

“I thought you said I was talented,” I bit back. Bickering was the only way of flirting I could perfect.

“There’s a lot of things I’ve said about you,” he replied. “Mean, talented, surprisingly funny, and really pretty.”

That caught me off guard, I looked back at him with my eyes wide. “What?”

“I would dumb not to shoot my shot with you.” He glanced over at me, stopping at a stop light. He looked over at me, the red light being the only thing illuminating his face in the dark. “I tried to at your first gig, but you wouldn’t give up on caring that speaker back to the truck.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t have you do that. That’s how I met Aubrey and got us our record deal.” I glanced down at his phone which was plugged into the car and then back up at him. “I need your phone to put my address into, unless you already know where I live and avidly stalk me without my knowledge.”

“Oh, yeah,” Trevor said as he put in his passcode and gave the phone to me. The light flickered green and Trevor stepped on the gas pedal. “You might as well put your number in there as well.”

A smile cracked on my face as a giggle slipped out. He was such a smooth talker, it made me want to scream. I put the address into Waze, the directions immediately popping up on the car’s screen, then did as he told me to. I put my number into his phone before placing it in the cup holder.

“Is there anything you want me to get you to eat before I drop you off?” he asked, again glancing over at me with his bedroom eyes.

“Uh,” I hummed. “There’s an In-and-Out burger near my house. I only had popcorn at the game.”

“Thank God, Hay. I’m starving,” Trevor said as he turned in the direction the app told him to. I’m already Hay to him? That’s cute.

🎶

After I came home from hanging out with Trevor, I couldn’t sleep. Nothing happened like a kiss or anything, but the tension was unreal and that was only the first hang out. He wanted to meet again at Pearson Park on Sunday with Jamie and Mal. I agreed without any hesitation, especially since Mal would kill me if I ruined her opportunity to meet another Ducks player.

Now it was the afternoon and I sat on the couch, scrolling through Twitter. There were posts left and right about Trevor and I during and after the game. People were now speculating a possible relationship between us, which I now wouldn’t be opposed to.

One of the posts was from someone with a Trevor Zegras profile picture. They posted a picture they took of their TV screen showing my phone which said ‘Meet me after the game!’ and Trevor responding to it. The caption said:

THIS IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE!!!’

When I went onto Instagram, an Anaheim Ducks fanpage posted the same thing except it was the highlight and with the announcers. One of the guys said, “And there’s Hayden Clarke, lead singer of Pink Slip, shooting her shot with Zegras right there.”

“Technically he shot his shot first when he did that interview with Gina,” the other one responded.

It was kind of funny to see how viral this has already gone, and we haven’t even done anything.

Wes came out of his room with his burrito blanket wrapped around him. He yawned loudly before announcing his presence, “Good morning.” He had bags under his eyes and his hair was an absolute mess. I beamed at him and nodded my head, “Good morning!”

“Uh oh,” Wes laughed. “What did you and Trevor get into?”

I rolled my eyes with red cheeks and got up from the couch. I watched as Wes grabbed a mug from the cabinet and placed it beneath the coffee machine. “Nothing! I promise!” I pulled myself onto the counter and swayed my feet. “We just got food last night and we talked. He’s really sweet.”

“Is he boyfriend material?” Wes asked as the machine dispensed coffee for him.

“Okay. One, don’t ever say ‘boyfriend material’ again. Two, yes he is!” I chirped. “He said I was pretty and he did that sexy thing that guys do when they back out of parking spots and —” I heard my phone begin to ring, cutting my off from my talk about Trevor. Disappointment swept across Wes’s features as he was intrigued to hear more about my night with Trevor. I checked who was calling and saw it was Aubrey. I picked up the phone and put it up to my ear. “Hey, Aubrey. What's up?” I answered.

“Hey, Hayden!” she responded, “Is there any time I can see you all later today at the studio?” Wes leaned against the island next to me as he listened in on Aubrey and I’s conversation. He took a long sip of his black coffee.

I put the phone on speaker before I replied, “Uh, yeah! Alex and Mal get back around 2.” Mal and Alex were early birds unlike Wes and I, so they had gotten up early to get brunch. “It’s only Wes and I right now.”

“Hi, Aubrey!” Wes said to her.

“Hi, Wes!” she replied, I could hear the smile on her face. She always had one. “I should be free around then. I’ll give you a call if anything changes,” Aubrey said.

With that, I said bye and hung up the phone. Wes pulled himself up on the counter and said, “I wonder if she’s gonna talk about Trevor.” He then gasped and playfully hit me, “What if she says you two should date for publicity?”

“Who said it would be for publicity?” I shrugged my shoulders while smiling.

“Don’t tell me you’re already falling for him,” he said with a chuckle.

I placed a finger over my lips and simply shushed him. I snagged the mug from his hands and took a swig. The bitter hot coffee made my nose crinkle as the boiling liquid ran down my throat. “This stuff is poison. I don’t know how you can drink plain black coffee.”

🎶

We entered Hillister at 2:03 PM and made our way to the control room where we found Aubrey glued to her phone like a screenager. She sat on the rolly chair while on her phone. She perked her head up like a dog when we entered the room. “Hey, guys! Sit down! I have stuff to talk about.” She gestured us to a couch that would she still believed would fit all of us — which it never did.

I crammed in between Mal and Wes. “Okay, we need to talk about new music.” She clasped her hands together and leaned toward us. “You guys haven’t released an album since last year, let alone a single. The fans are expecting stuff from you guys. Especially you, Hayden.”

“Me?” I asked.

“Yes!” Aubrey exclaimed. “There’s so much buzz about you and Trevor. It’s all I’ve seen on my feed. Which good job by the way, he’s a cutie.” Mal nudged me with her elbow and cooed as I rolled my eyes, though I struggled to hide my smile. “I’m gonna call up Kayla and see if I can get her down here sometime this week to discuss ideas,” she said as she pulled out her phone.

Kayla was older than all of us, but younger than Aubrey. I loved her songwriting abilities. Not only was she was good, but it gave us less work to do. That was sort of the problem though. The music didn’t feel authentic when performing. I just equivalated it to performing a cover of a song no one knows.

“Uh, Aubrey?” I spoke up and shifted in my spot again. She perked her head up and let out a hum. “Could we try something new…?”

“Oh, you want someone else?” Aubrey tilted her head to the side slightly, her phone lowering as she looked at me. “I can find someone with a new sound, it’ll probably just take about 2 weeks instead of this one.”

I shook my head. “No. I, uh,” I stuttered and looked over at Alex and Mal who were looking at me just as confused as Aubrey. “I was wondering kind of wondering if we could, maybe, start writing our own music.”

“Huh?!” Alex asked aloud, his eyebrows knitted together. I could hear the loud slap he had received on his arm from Mal due to his verbal shock.

If you would’ve suggested to me a year ago writing music for ourselves, I would’ve said no. I was, and still am, sort of embarrassed by the stuff I came up with growing up. I also wasn’t the type of person to suddenly change my mind especially on stuff this big, but something about writing our own music just made sense. It’s why I wanted to form a band in the first place. “Are you sure, Hayden?” she asked.

I looked over at the three of them before answering, “Yes. I just feel it would really challenge us as a band and make our music feel more personal. It’s a better way for us to connect with our fanbase.”

She placed her phone down on her lap and nodded her head, “Uh, yeah! If you guys think you can do it. I would love it, but let’s get into details,” Aubrey said as she adjusted her position in her own seat. “I want to be able to have everything recorded by the end of November, mid December at the latest. I want something to put out by Spring of next year.” She spun around and grabbed her keyboard from the empty chair next to her and wrote down the requirements. At least a 10 track album, something to do with love as it could really promote sales.

She also wanted us to go on tour again, but she said logistics of that would be determined around spring when the album is planned to drop. She wanted it to be bigger and better than the previous tour we had over the summer.

“Hayden,” Aubrey placed both her hands down on the clipboard and again stared right at me. “I believe you will be America’s next punk pop princess, this band will be remembered for decades to come.”