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we have MISSED OUT on 13 being jealous oh my god 12 is SO petty imagine IMAGINE if someone had shown some interest in yaz. i dont even know if yaz would notice but the DOCTOR oh my GOD she’d be INSUFFERABLE
bonus points for ryan totally noticing and repeatedly trying to catch yaz’s eye like ??!?!!!! youre seeing this?? are you seeing this yaz good for you good for you
#13 getting as jealous and petty like 12 is in 8x3 would be so funny bc it would be a break in her image#compeltely different from all the other ones#like they know shes a little less sure of herself than she pretends to be#and they find out shes a little more ruthless than she pretends to be too#but jealous?? it would be so embarassing#actually i just remembered the master#nah but it wouldnt have fit there hes her friend too#village of angels maybe?#no but they split up thats the problem#thats the problem very often actually she needs to be there to watch someone flirt with yaz#witchfinders doesnt work thats too early#i think s13 would be funniest + best angst potential bc theyre so tense#and it's after 12x10 and revolution#actually actually most realistically i think this happens between revolution and flux#big finish give me three fucking boxsets about their time between revlution and flux please please PLEASE#i need it#i wish i could write it#the sad thing about it happening between revolution and flux is of course that ryan and graham arent there to Witness#bc thats really the best part#bc i really think yaz would Barely register it#i dont know if she would register being flirted with and i really dont think she'd register the doctor being jealous of it#bc why would she be jealous thats so far out of the realm of possible things the doctor might do#you dont expect a sunset to get jealous#actually i don tknow if yaz thinks of her like that#i think in the beginning maybe but i think by s13 she probably just thinks of the doctor as aroace
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had the mitch trade meltdown the day after our last game when everyone was being stupid and just yesterday realized its not gonna happen bc our generating is hugely dependent on mitch’s playmaking, not too mention hes our best defensive forward by a MILE and i doubt kyle or any real professional vaguely familiar with the leafs organization would take such a stupid gamble 😭 even considering it outside of purely hockey matters him not being in the locker room might actually affect the team (and austons contract which im not even saying in a shippy way 😭) in a way im sure the actual staff working there recognize… so dw too much about twitter GMs they do this every single year bc mitch doesnt look or act like the average hockey player and men are weird about it lmao sorry for the rambling i hope u have a good worry-free day 💗💗
OH YOU'RE A SWEETHEART... thank you for the reassurance.. i mostly haven't been worried so far...
... i know it all just gets swirled up on twitter and ppl waste their bored summers without hockey coming up with 498329423 trade proposals instead, but today the unhinged energy really was getting to me a bit. it's just the way so many ppl who seem so normal during the regular season suddenly are 100% on board with having him gone.. or even pushing for it when all the quotes from ppl in charge aka kyle are just like 'we'll consider anything' like. fair weather fan much?? jfc. it would be the most idiotic move to get rid of a franchise player like mitch... a play driver AND one of the biggest voices and sources of energy in the room... for the sake of... what... "changing the culture"?? the same culture that makes auston matthews want to be part of this team? i will admit, i love how even the haters are like 'gotta worry about matthews if they trade 16 tho :/'.. youre damn right you do lmfao. if either one of them gets traded or leaves.. i gotta think i'm gonna have to root for the franchises collapse... a cup drought double what it is now.
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lordiavolo · 1 year
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to be like frank here, redemption is an ever going cycle. when youve been the problem, the toxic ex, the abuser, you have to know you will have to apologize for that for the rest of your life. you will always have to live with the guilt and conscience of knowing how you hurt that person, or mutliple people. and you have to constantly CHOOSE to not repeat that behavior, and its not easy.
when you meet a new friend the topic of who you used to be will come up eventually, and if you have changed youll be honest with who you were. you cant run from it. you cant try to round the corners and make it seem like the other persons fault, or like it wasnt as bad as it was. its really really scary. because everytime you open up about it, its not just the wound of guilt but its also the fear that theyre going to look inside and not like what theyll see.
but you have to keep moving on and you have to keep being honest. and you have to remember that everyone is applicaple for redemption, you just have to work for it and admitting you were wrong with no buts is the first step.
#anyways cna u tell im kinda going thru it LOL#ive always been a toxic person thats why ive sort of secluded myself from society i avoid human contact w non household members as much as#possible bcuz i feel honestly like im a ticking time bomb that just hurts everything i touch#i dont think its fair to have to have someone deal w my shit when its such an emotional turmoil so even though i want friends im making my#peace w the fact that i like honestl dont really deserve rhem? ik this seems MOPEY but its like this is my geniune non like baiting thoughts#i was an abuser in high school and in an abusive relationship where for the first half i was the perpetrator. i hit my ex and u know i dont#even have anything to add to it other than it was fucked up. i was selfish in bed and sex addicted and sometimes did anything for my fix.#i will and cannot lie about my past as being a shitty person. its scary to say and post but i have to be honest thats who i was that IS a#part of my history as much as i wish i could i cannot erase.#i dont rly even know what to add here honestly. just watching mias vid got me thinking u know#there is more to this story ofc the same ex i was abusive to was also abusive to me it was just split into segments. like i was the problem#for the first year and a half then it switched to them but its not rly rhe best place 2 share that story when im talking about my mistakes#im not trying to detract here i just want 2 get this shit off my chest again. ive talked about it before but not since remaking a few times#anyways i dont have any excuses well i mean i can pull a bunch out but im not going to cuz at the end of the day i shouldve known better#than to be a bitch when i knew i was being a bitch u know?#being the bad guy is a constant struggle where u will have to really really fucking fight yourself tooth and nail to change and i want to be#that person. i want to be someone who can be 100% honest about how shit i was to myself and others (which i do already do to my friends)#hopefully this makes sense idk anyways if ur struggling with being abusive or toxic im here for u. u can get through this and you can be a#good person it is within ur hands i promise u#ok love u goodnight#personal
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I'm glad I noticed this myself before my boyfriend said it in a way I could interpret accusatorily but I don't think I have any real life friends that aren't kind of my friend bc they want me to top them (which I'm retired from)
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lady-caden · 1 year
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I need 2 vent
#bruh this girl is SO annoying and god i just find her pathetic at this point#she acts like an edgy anime character and that everhthing is agaisnt her even when its her decisions that she chooses that fucks shit up#last year she obvi never liked me and made it everyones problem. literally slamming doors and shit like a child#and now that she is pres of. Anime club she thinks she has some sort of power over me?? absolutely laughable#and she cant even talk to me. like i didnt have any problems with her last year but she insisted i did and caused a split in the group#and so now she uses her partner as some messenger ehich pissed me off even more. like really.#and shes trying to get me kicked off the eboard cuz i value school over a hobbies club????#literally made an attendance rule because she was pissed i go to math tutoring during club even tho i went to meetings and shit. not like#she ever even gave me any responsibility because she is too childish to handle shit like an adult#also....if i get kicked off. its anime club 💀#sorry but thats just so funny to me lmaooo#Like she thinks she has any power over me in absolutely any way....it's very funny to me#oh well she'll have her little power trip and then go complain to anyone who will listen#this sounds mean because i am being mean. i usually always try to be nice but god she has taken this shit too far#annoying ass little kid. i dont have tike to deal with her made up rivalry with me#just literally leave me alone i dont care about you. im annoyed i have to even think about her again. shes such a manipulative asshole#well whatever that got that oit of my system. until tomorrow#rants#vent#rambles
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wygolvillage · 2 years
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i just remembered when i saw a post that said it was bad to dislike moth flight because she is adhd coded
#ADHD OR NOT THE RULES THAT SHE ENSTATED WERE UNJUST#AND HER PERSONAL EXPERIENCE INFLUENCED BY OUTSIDE FACTORS DID NOT MEAN THEY APPLIED TO ALL MEDICS#'i had trouble paying attention to both my kids and my job. clearly this is because ppl who choose this job cannot raise kids and not bc of-#-my lifelong struggles with being distractable and unable to pay attention'#batshit insane take made even more insane by how she lives in a communal society. there are always other cats who can watch over ur kittens-#-while ur occupied with healing or whatever#SHE DID NOT NEED TO SPLIT UP HER CHILDREN OR SEND THEM AWAY AND YET...#like even if she HAD to send them away to another clan she did not need to split them up so they were totally alone in unfamiliar societies#like WTF thats the worst possible solution to the problem#AND LEAFPOOLS WHOLE... EVERYTHING IN PO3 DISPROVES THE IDEA THAT HEALERS WILL ALWAYS BE DISTRACTED BY THEIR KIDS BEING THERE#LEAFPOOLS KITS WERE IN THUNDERCLAN WHILE SHE WAS AN ACTIVE HEALER AND IT DIDNT STOP HER ??? SHE EVEN MENTORED TWO OF THEM SO ITS NOT LIKE-#-THEY WERENT CLOSE#moth flights vision also had this weird 'always choose faith over ur loved ones' subtext idk it was weird#SHE WASNT EVEN THAT BAD AT BEING A MOTHER. THE WHOLE 'ADHD CODED' THING MAKES IT SEEM LIKE THEYRE SAYING ADHD HAVERS CANT BE GOOD PARENTS#thinking about moth flights vision for too long gives me a headache#i think trying to give a specific backstory for medicine cats not being allowed mates or kits was a mistake actually#like i feel like just saying. oh its to not distract from their devotion to starclan with earthly pleasures or something like that.#would have made more sense#than 'one med cat was slightly bad at parenting so all of them are'
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diobrando · 2 years
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guy who dies 7 minutes into the match stop telling me what to do
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eatmyassssssssz · 4 months
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Captain John Price
warnings : age gap implied
tags : @lillianastuff @mysticalgalaxysalad @mionacaped @madamemelancholysstuff @mactavishwritings @chaos-reigns-bitches @scribblescubbs @wandasbitch22 @warzxx @wretched-horn-monger @yippeerrrs @applbottmjeens @bowieisbored @blingblong55 @simonrileyscockring
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old man price who struggles to come, he can get it up, but he struggles to come, takes him ages.
hes retired by the military by now, youre his little house husband/wife.
you started to realise you guys have sex a lot less. and when you do, its not really sex. he doesnt get anything out of it. he always makes you come, then goes straight to aftercare.
you worry, maybe he's stopped being attracted to you as he got older. maybe his taste has changed.
you overthink one night, hes fast asleep next to you, snoring. you cant sleep, youre trying not to be too loud with your crying and hyperventilating so you dont awaken your husband (although, nothing could wake up that damn man).
then, you snap. you shake him. until he wakes up. you needed to ask him why he wouldnt have sex with you, when he had a pretty high sex drive a year ago!
was it because you put on a pound or two because of christmas incoming?
either way, hes awake, sat up, half asleep, looking at his partner, having a borderline panic attack next to him.
"whats-, whats wrong?" he says, hurriedly rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out him eyes at least a little.
"why dont you like me anymore!" bit blunt, but you weren't thinking very straight right now, you needed answers, and now.
no matter what the answer was, you needed closure. you needed something to let you decide what you needed to do.
was the "problem" you, or did he just fall out of love?
"what- what do you even mean?" he genuinely did not get what you meant.
"youve not had proper sex with me in ages!" you say, rushed, words not going through your head properly.
his face fades. a soft pink spreads up his neck and ears. "so, its about that.." he mutters.
"am i not attractive enough for you to fuck me anymore? you make me come, then skip the part when you get off, and we go straight to aftercare!" tears were rushing down your face, you hiccuped as you spoke.
"babe- its not you, its me." he says, face in his palm.
"please- nonono, i cant afford for us to split up! i love you- and, and- i dont have any qualifications, i didnt go to college so we could be together forever, john!" your head was rushing to conclusions, your breathing was fast, choked and panicked.
"no! nono, i dont want to split up- i...what i meant was, i literally- it is me thats the problem. i can't- yknow...come." his voice was low, his fingers were massaging his temples, his face was red with embarrassment over this.
"...youre joking? thats why we've not had sex? i thought you were fucking someone else and had nothing left for me or something!" you were relieved, to say the least. "no- babe, i would never."
you nod. "i know- i just..overthink." you admit. he nods. "im aware.." you smile softly. he did know you well. "so..you cant come?" you ask.
he mumbles a response, "i can- just takes...a while...yknow? i can still get hard like i used too- just...not come easily." you smirk hearing that. "so...its possible you can come, just takes a minute?"
"yup."
"..you wanna try that theory?"
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bedoballoons · 6 months
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Hear me out!!! Lyney/Albedo/Wanderer/Xiao catching reader getting high and getting off alone to pictures of them!! /w\ Some punishment maybe for having fun by themselves hehe
KDBSKDNDK YES! Thank you for you're request and I hope you enjoy! Sorry for lack of posts, had a lot going on the past few days!!
─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─
{༻~High and having fun~༺}
CW: Nsfw! MDNI! Reader gets high, punishments, teasing, fingering, cursing, spanking with a ruler in Albedos, a bit of degradation in Wanderers, rough sex, pet names: (Lyney: Mon chérie/amour, Wanderer: Slut, Albedo: Love), GN reader!
(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Wanderer, and Xiao!)
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𑁍༄Lyney:
You bit your lip, your cheeks warm with a deep red blush and your eyes glazed over with lust... you never would have guessed getting high could have such a effect on you, but as your hands slowly ran down your body...stopping to play with your eager hole while you while you looked at the picture of your magician...you felt so warm all over...so...good. You moaned out quietly as you dipped your fingers inside of yourself, the feeling of it heightened in your dazed state.
"Ngh-hhh Lynneyy~" You gasped out his name breathlessly, your digits now pumping steadily in and out of your entrance greedily, for a split second you thought you might actually get away with doing things all alone...and then he spoke, "My my my...mon chérie, never would I have guessed you'd attempt to have this kinda fun without me here, you know thats against the rules...and here I was with a romantic night all planned out for us, seems I'll have to save that for another time.."
"Noo...I wanna be romantic...I wanna be with you....i-im sorry please." You shook your head, rubbing your thighs together needily while he smirked at you...a devilish glint in his bright violet eyes, "You're the one who broke the rules mon amour...your going to finish what you started, all by yourself and if I catch you finishing without my permission...there will be consequences."
You didnt really hear his threat...licking your lips as you looked him up and down..., he noticed your stares and you could have sworn he winked at you, but your fantasy was cut short when he gestured for you to continue...even though you no longer wanted to...no you'd much rather have him continue for you, "Lynneyy pretty please...I'm s-sorry...I just felt so warm and mnn so ready for you, pleeeasee.."
"I won't tell you again...begin. I wanna see a show~" He leaned back against the wall, his attention entirely yours...which usually would have left you feeling shy, but that wasn't a option and you had no choice but to follow his instructions, teasing your hole with your fingers yet again, picturing his tip doing so instead, sinking your digits so deep inside...spreading yourself with a moan while Lyney watched.
"Nhhh l-lyneyy~" You imagined his cock in place of your fingers, so deep in you while you shouted out his name for everyone to hear...your body quivering with each pump of your didgets. You repositioned yourself so he could see better, instantly seeing the new bulge in his tight clothing that made you shiver with excitement, "L-lyney ahhh lyne-eey p-please.." You could feel your core tightening with ecstasy, your release inching closer and closer.
He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes while you continued to desperately moan out for him, "You wanna finish the show hmm... I don't know if I should let you mon chérie~" You shut your eyes tightly, your body feeling hot all over and his touch only adding to the wildfire of needs building up inside of you, "P-pleeease ahh~" He chuckled at your response, admiring your handiwork for a moment he decided you'd had enough...for now. "Alright...show me the end~"
You came on the spot, breathing roughly as your wetness dripped down your legs...and wanting more than anything else to help out your magician...with his newfound problem.
𑁍༄Albedo:
You touched Albedos picture, imagining what he would do to you if he caught you in the position you were in right now...playing with yourself in his lab while under the influence, not caring for a second if someone were to walk in....making a mess all over his desk. You couldn't help it, you'd lost your filter and all you wanted now was his hands on you, his cock grazing your insides as you gasped for relief...it just sounded so good.
You tilted your head back, remembering his lips against your skin and his voice deep in your ear, all of it causing you to moan loudly "Ahhhhah~" unaware the door had opened...and a certain pale blonde had found you, his blue eyes shimmering with excitement at your shenanigans. He picked up the ruler you'd thrown aside...smacking it against his palm and instantly drawing your attention away from your activities, your hands pausing mid motion, "A-a-albedo...I was j-just-"
"Love...get off my desk, in fact please...bend over it, back towards me, I want to try something~" You gulped...sliding off his desk and turning around...your ass out in the open for him, the sight of you enough to make his cock twitch in his pants as he lined up the ruler.
Smack!
The ruler harshly hit your skin, leaving a burning sensation that had tears welling up in your eyes and a pained moan escape your lips....
Smack!
Again the ruler hit your rear end and then again and again, until your ass was bright red...and you were begging for some sort of relief, apologizing more times than you could count...
𑁍༄Wanderer:
You laid back, sprawled out on the bed you and Wanderer usually shared, breathing heavily with a sinful look on your face and clutching your boyfriends picture in your hand while your other busied itself with pleasuring your entrance. Your whole body was on fire, senses on overdrive and your lower regions throbbing with desire, craving his touch.
You couldn't stop yourself, especially with your mind already hazy from getting high just moments before and your touch starved body wanting his...you were almost hoping Wanderer would find you at this point. Little did you know... he already had, in fact he'd been there for awhile, enjoying your desperate pleas for his cock and how easy it was for you to get off just from his picture alone, he was more than a little turned on by it.
"Well, look at this..what a dirty little slut~"
You sat straight up, a excited shiver running down your spine, "W-wanderer...when did you g-get back hmm?" He smirked at you, catching you off guard when he harshly shoved you back onto the mattress and started undoing his shorts eagerly, "Shut it, you've got me all hot and bothered and now you're gonna pay for it, I'm sure that won't be a issue considering how high off your ass you are, horny bitch." Your home quivered and his rude words, god you'd missed him so much...
You were lucky you had prepared yourself because he sure as hell wasn't going to do it for you, his tip grazing your entrance while you moaned in delight and then dug your nails into his back as he shoved his entire length into you without remorse, thrusting so roughly you could barely breath, you shouted at him to go slower but he merrily laughed in your face " You w-were so cock hungry early...I'm just giving you w-what you wanted~" He groaned into your ear, his dick pounding into you with such force you couldn't even remember your own name, "Ahh! P-lease p-please! Ngh-hh!"
"You can cum w-when I do slut." He lifted your leg over his shoulder, going even deeper into you while you struggled to keep your climax at bay, your tight walls making him drunk with lust and pushing him so far over the edge. "F-fuuck~" He slammed his dick into you one last time, his hot sticky seed shooting into you while you screamed out his name, finishing so hard you could see celestia...for now you'd enjoy it, but tomorrow...you probably wouldn't even be able to stand.
𑁍༄Xiao:
You grinded yourself on on Xiaos bulge, your face absolutely red with blush since he'd caught you cumming on your own fingers, the picture you always had of him now soiled by your own wetness. His hands were holding your hips in place, his lips on your neck while you begged him desperately to fuck you and attempted to get any amount of friction you could, you were so needy and completely unashamed due to being under the influence...
"Xiao, i-i know I was b-bad but i-i-"
He put his finger to your mouth, signalling for you to be quiet before letting his hand travel down your stomach to your heat, his yellow eyes gleaming with mischief as he played with you, toying with you like he'd actually let you finish. "How dare you not call for me...not say my name while you did dirty things to yourself~" You hid your face with your hands, moaning breathlessly at your overstimulated hole getting pleasured all over again, "I-im s-ooorry! Mnngh! D-dont stop p-please doont s-stop!"
He shook his head, acting like he was disappointed in you while he pumped his digits in and out of your entrance with haste, your core tightening around him eagerly as you let out a loud gasp when you feeling yourself getting close.
And then it stopped, a whine escaping your lips, "N-no I'm sorry i-im sorry!"
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murdrdocs · 4 months
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perv!wally clark bc now i can let these thoughts out and i know someone will listen
perv!wally who has sexual needs even while he’s dead. he used to struggle but the day he saw you walk into the school with your little short skirt and your thigh high stockings his struggles suddenly ended. the nights of having to pray that a horny high schooler would leave behind a playboy by accident turned into nights of imagining himself buried deep inside of you. perv!wally who sneaks into the girls locker room before and after your gym class to be able to catch even a peek of you undressing and changing into the shortest gym shorts known to man- not that he minds how short they are. wally clark the panty stealing ghost of the girls locker room because they’re not really gone, he just gets a copy to release into as much as we wants needs to
oh this is sick in all the right ways MDNI 18+
he's not even made aware of your existence on purpose. truthfully.
one day he's sitting outside since it's a beautiful day, watching the way the wind blows the leaves in the trees, hoping that someone drives by with their window down and plays a song he actually knows, and then he sees you. taking your time getting out of your car, slinging your bag over your back, walking into the school doors an entire period late. but that's not what interests him about you. many high schoolers have skipped first period.
what attracts wally is your outfit. it's halloween, the school has allowed costumes to an extent, and he'd been able to recognize some of the other ones. but yours seems familiar. it's on the tip of his tongue. and he decides thats what it's driving him crazy. not because he's insanely attracted to the tiny black pleated skirt, knee high sheer black socks, and the white button up you have tied to show your navel.
he follows you around school that day. only to jog his memory of what the costume is. and then he's in the cafeteria with charley, staring at your pigtails that bob as you excitedly talk with your friends, and charley offhandedly compliments you with a "britney spears. nice", and wally is far too excited about the reference. totally only about the reference and not because you happened to drop your phone right in front of him, bending down to get it without a second thought. besides, only the pillar would see your panties. right?
his obsession appreciation for you started then. and it never really stopped.
he followed you around that day, always pretending to simply be roaming around the halls he knows so well if one of the others caught him. he was just taking in what he could, maybe saving some images for the spank bank if he ran low on what he already had. but then, you happened to get dress coded during 4th period, and wally just happened to have followed you into the locker room to change, and he just happened catch a full look of the red lace panties he only caught a glimpse of earlier in the day.
and if he wasn't addicted before. he was then.
guilt starts to eat at him after the initial look of you stripped down to your intimates, so he sticks to watching you in the halls. just admiring the way the jeans of the 2020s hug your ass and the way your shirt hugs your tits. he promises himself that he won't be a complete weirdo anymore. but then you're scrolling through your hidden images through your phone, and wally has always had a problem with being nosy, so he just couldn't help staring over your shoulder. and if he hadn't seen the lewd images you had saved of yourself, then he wouldn't have started following you into the locker room again. honest!
but he ends up there anyway, sitting on one of the benches as you get naked and then redress, only to put on shorts that have only gotten smaller since his time at split river high.
it's like clockwork.
you have bio, you go to the locker room, you undress and redress, you participate, you come back to the locker room, you undress and redress, then you go to calc. and wally is there for it all. he ogles at your body. he watches you get just a little sweaty. then he follows you to calc where he stares at how pretty your face is when you're concentrating.
that's it. he's just visually appreciating. he's an appreciative person. but maybe a little bit too appreciative. because there's one day, just one lucky day, where you have to change panties. you're one of the only people left in the locker room, you and one of your friends who's lacing up her boots but wally has never cared about her. you pull out a pair of panties from your bag, you gnaw on your bottom lip, and wally is already salivating as he puts two and two together.
he gulps. he tries to avoid palming his cock already.
"turn around i have to change underwear," you tell your friend, who immediately does as told. and wally feels like maybe he actually has crossed over and this is his heaven.
because not only is he getting to see your bottom half completely bare, but you fling your panties onto the bench, right beside your backpack which is right beside wally. and he would be a complete idiot if he let this moment pass. the opportunity has practically landed in his lap.
so he reaches over, picks them up and stuffs them in his pocket, and enjoys the rest of the show. you tuck the used pair in your bag, slip your jeans back on along with your shoes, and then leave for calc.
but wally stays behind this time.
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willowpains · 1 year
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DON’T STOP THE MUSIC
pairing: drew starkey x fem. reader!
summary: cast member reader goes out with the obx cast to a bar
warnings: mentions of alcohol, drinking, being tipsy
disclaimer: inspired by don’t stop the music by rihanna, the song always makes me daydream!
it was friday night, and after wrapping up filming for the day in Charleston, mostly everyone in the cast had decided that going out for drinks in town sounded like a solid plan, so after everyone gathered their things they split into cars to drive downtown into a bar JD had heard good things about.
you were in Austin’s car, and while he was driving, drew was sitting in the seat next to him, and left to chat and be the life of the drive where madelyn, madison and yourself in the back of the car.
you guys couldn’t stop laughing, making jokes and singing to the songs on the radio like you were all doing karaoke, and the boys in front of you just keep laughing and singing with you three.
every now and then drew would look back and lock eyes with you, sending you a playful wink or replying to a joke you made. this was something normal in your friendship, so it wasn’t something weird for your friends, even though they saw that the way you two acted was as if you two were more than friends.
but that was not the case, you two had instantly kicked it off, even though you had different personalities, that didn’t seem like a problem for you to become close and have a fun time whenever you were together.
at first, you were intimidated by drew. getting to be the new cast member in a show were everyone else already knew each other was hard, and then, when you realized that the person you needed to have more chemistry for the sake of your character was tall, handsome and with a sarcastic personality, it was safe to say you were scared.
but you quickly realized that everyone was really nice and welcoming, as well as getting to know drew and finding out that he was the sweetest man you had probably encountered. he always made sure you felt comfortable with him in every scene, cause even though his character was pretty violent, he always wanted to make sure you knew that it was all an act, and I mean, you two were great actors, and made a great match in the show.
so your friendship in real life was not something that came as a surprise to anybody, you had most of your scenes with him the first few days, so rehearsing and going through lines together was an everyday thing. and thats how you became an iconic duo, as the fans would call you two.
arriving at the bar, everyone gathered around at a table and ordered drinks, starting to chat and laugh at the jokes and funny stories from set everyone was sharing.
“y/n, we should do tequila shots!” madelyn suddenly gasped grabbing your arm, as she was seated next to you.
“that’s the best thing I’ve heard all night!” you answered looking at her “who’s down for some tequila shots?” you shouted so everyone could hear, and immediately approving noises were heard.
“we’re starting out strong huh?” drew asked, as he was seated next to you, sipping on his bear.
“we’re not wasting any time which is different” you smiled to him as you saw the waiter approach with many shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.
“then I guess we should get to it”
Drew got up and started pouring the alcohol on every glass, handing one to everyone as we all cheered.
“to great friendships and an awesome filming season!” chase shouted as we all cheered and clashed our shots together.
before i could take my shot, drew took my arm and tangled it with his so we could drink our shots together.
“we need to do it this way” he said as he finished crossing both our arms while we stood face to face holding our shot glasses.
“says who?” I asked laughing enjoying the dynamic way too much, as well as liking to have him that close to me.
“everyone knows it, this is the right way to do shots!” he shouted as he raised his hand a little ready to drink.
“let’s do it then”
I smiled before we both downed our shots at the same time.
after a few more rounds of shots, french fries and sloppy drinking from the bottle, people around started dancing and letting loose, which made us want to join the fun.
plus, the alcohol in our system definitely made us more confident than usual.
madelyn and chase were the first ones on the dance floor, while the rest of us stayed drinking and eating at the table, watching them like they were part of a rom com.
after a few songs had passed, drew stood up next to me and offered me his hand.
“let’s dance” he said as he gave me a smile.
he knew I couldn’t say no. not when he looked at me like that.
I quickly took his hand as he guided us to the dance floor, where everyone was singing and jumping up and down, moving to the rhythm of the songs.
i was glad the lights were dim, because the blush on my cheeks was something that I couldn’t hide, not when the alcohol made me react to him like it always happened.
Do you know what you started? I just came here to party, but now we're rockin' on the dance floor, actin' naughty
around us, everyone was dancing, and staying apart was difficult, so we found ourselves dancing very close to each other. not that we would’ve liked it any other way.
“I didn’t know you liked dancing” i shouted a little, getting close to him so he could hear me over the music, which was a lot louder in the dance floor.
he smiled while letting out a laugh.
“I’m not the biggest fan, but I know you do love doing it” he answered leaning down as he took my hand and gave me a little spin making me giggle.
lord did he make me feel some type if way.
“so if I told you I love going to the beach and swimming in the ocean at midnight, would you come with me?” I asked getting closer to him, looking into his eyes.
he smirked while he let out a small laugh, leaning down on my ear.
“I would go anywhere with you, even if you didn’t ask me to”
Your hands around my waist just let the music play, we’re hand in hand, chest to chest, and now we're face to face
his hands held me by the waist, while we swayed slowly side to side, trying not to stay still in between the sea of bodies jumping up and down to the music around us.
my hands went from resting on his chest, to around his neck, letting them hang on his back, making us closer than ever.
i could feel his gaze on my lips, as I couldn’t tear my eyes from his, being fully captivated by the blue color, that seemed darker under the lights in the bar.
“I really wanna kiss you right now” drew said as one of his hands went from my waist to my cheek, brushing some of the hair out of my face.
I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or the adrenaline of him telling me that, but i was scared that he could hear or feel how fast my heart was beating, almost wanting to get out and answer for myself.
“and what’s stopping you?” it almost felt like a whisper, but his smile gave away that he had listened to me.
so he closed the distance between us.
his lips were soft and hungry at the same time, like he had been waiting to do that for a long time. and i wouldn’t be surprised, because this was something i had found myself daydreaming of a few times.
one of his hands still held me by the waist, as the other one was between my cheek and my neck, keeping our faces together, and i didn’t want us to pull apart.
how long can someone survive without breathing? I’d be willing to find out.
Don't you feel the passion ready to explode? what goes on between us no one has to know, this is a private show
after breaking the kiss, i rested my head in his chest, attempting to hide my smile while trying to catch my breath.
“oh don’t go shy on me now doll” he said as he slowly lifted my face with one of his hands, softly stroking my cheek.
his eyes softened as his smile took over most of his face, and he laughed a little when he saw my flustered state.
“will it make you feel better if I told you that i had been wanting to do that for a long time?” he said as he looked me in the eyes.
drew just couldn’t let me compose myself.
“now you’re just bluffing” i said as i hit him in the chest in a playful way.
he laughed with me in between his arms, as i placed my hands in his chest, looking up to him with a smile on my face.
“did you really never noticed how down bad i was for you?” he asked as his arms kept holding me close to him.
I smiled as I confidently stood on the tips of my toes and kissed him again, this one being a bit shorter that the other one.
he smiled looking to the side trying to hide his now rising blush.
“I guess i thought something a couple of times, but i didn’t wanted to disappoint myself, it could’ve all been in my head” I said honestly.
drew turned to look at me, and we stayed like that for a bit, staring at each other, being close, and soaking in what had just happened between us.
“well, for the record, this is real” he said motioning to us “and it was never in your head”
drew leaned down and pecked my lips.
“let’s get out of here” he took my hand in between his as we started walking towards the exit.
“what about the rest?” I asked trying to find them in the now crowded bar, while we headed to the door.
“they’ll figure it out” he laughed as we were now on the parking lot.
“and where are we going?” my eyes locked with his, that shined under the moonlight.
drew smiled while he held me between his arms.
“I’m taking you for a swim at midnight, just like you wanted”.
*I loved this one<3
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Water
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Word Count: 550 Includes: fluff,fluff, fluff! spencer and reader are not together but...well yk. Spencer is concerned reader isnt drinking enough water and reader is not taking the critisism (light-hearted)
You were sitting on the jet with the team, having gone over the case files you had all split up to your preferred parts of the plane in peace.
You and Spencer had taken the two chairs sitting across from one another silently reading your books.
Well, that was until you asked a simple question,
"Does-uh sorry but does anyone have any lotion?" Emily was the first to respond as she started to rummage through her numerous bags,
"yea I think i have some in my go-bag"
That was simple wasn't it?, You had been feeling patricularly dry that week, with patches of dry-spots on you face which sadly you hadn't found the permenant cure for.
Spencer had been noticing but didn't want to add anything as not to offend, but this was getting hard to watch.
"You know, dryness occurs on the face typically when a person isn't consuming enough liquids or in a more common case water throughout the day, to ease this, lotion can be found to help, especially organic lotions containing oats, soothing emollients and no fragrance as to not further agitate the area, but if you're looking for a more permanent solution...drink some water y/n."
You were...preturbed by this comment to say the least, I mean did he really think it was okay to be talking about your water-drinking habits (or lack thereof) on the jet right now?
"I drink plenty of water thank you very much Spence."
He smirked at this remark, "What's in your tumbler right now?"
"What?"
"The tumbler you always carry around. Whats in it right now?"
Was he smiling?
"Thats really none of your business."
"Come on share with the class." he was relentless and snarky.
"Coffee." to your ego's ailment it came out in a whisper.
"And thats what, your third one today?"
Was he really doing this, "Again none of your business..." but even you knew you might have a problem.
And Apparently having everyone stare at you wasn't enough he had to go and make it worse as he stole your favorite tumbler, holding it just out of your reach.
"Give it back Spencer!" You were leaning over the table, causing a spectacle, but you didn't care, you paid good money for that cup.
"Not until you drink some water." He nodded to his own glass, which conveinently for him was filled with water and right between the two of you.
And yea maybe it was childish, this game you two played all the time, but were going to win.
"No."
"Y/n just drink the water." Really now Rossi was involved?
"No! This is ridiculous, ludicrous, overstepping" Now you were sounding like Spencer "absurd, ridiculous and not to mention-"
"Drink The Water!" this came out less clearly but audible enough for you to get the message as the rest of the team, including Spencer essentially yelled at you to drink some water.
In a last attempt to redeem your pride from the pits of Tartarus, you stuck your tounge out at Spencer before downing the glass of water and then making a show the empty glass by turning it upside down.
He then returned your tumbler and grinned.
"See, now was that so hard?"
As you were about to make a quip back, once more Rossi beat you to it having the entire jet in giggles besides you and Spencer,
"Oh make out already!"
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Secrets Secrets Are No Fun
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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x female!reader, past Barry x female!reader
TW:18+, mentions of alcohol consumption and drug abuse, angst, fluff,smut, oral (f receiving), dominance, mild breeding kink, I think thats all
Summary:Rafe discovers some interesting information about your past and reminds you who you belong to.
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Rafe has never been one for involving you with his work. He insists that you're too sweet and pretty; his perfect girl that should never have to lift a manicured finger. 
Deeper than that though, is his desire to protect you. It's no secret that Rafe has gotten involved in shady dealings in the past, and he wants you nowhere near it. 
He isn't aware of your own suspicious past; your younger years before him spent on the cut and around less-than-moral people. 
One of the things that drew him to you was your natural ability to be the life of the party and he was hooked when you beat him in a game of beer pong. He never stopped to ask where those qualities came from though, and you never offered up the answer. 
To say you're surprised when he brings you along to a "business" meeting on the cut is an understatement. You're not entirely sure what he could possibly have arranged on that side of the island, but you don't press for details. 
Familiar streets and houses blur by as you draw closer to your old stomping grounds, and your stomach sinks when he pulls up to a house you recognize all too well. 
His hand falls to its usual place on the small of your back as he leads you up the yard, the man you were hoping never to see again slamming the screen door behind him when he hears your arrival. 
You stay tucked into your boyfriend's side, his fingers digging into your waist as a reminder that you're safe. Little does he know, this used to be a place of solace for you and danger isn't even a thought in your mind. 
Your eyes lock with Barry's momentarily, widening the slightest bit to try and communicate as Rafe looks forward. 
"Shiiiiiit, if it ain't the princess herself. Long time no see."
He flashes a toothy grin and you do your best to conceal the panic clawing up your throat as you shift on your feet. 
Rafe frowns a bit, unaware that the two of you have met. 
"You know him?"
He's turned to you now, confusion swimming in his ocean eyes as your gaze stays locked on Barry. 
"Yeah, she knows me re-"
You cut him off suddenly, tilting your head to peer up at Rafe.
"We've met at a few parties and talked some. We're just acquaintances, really."
You give him a blinding smile that seems to convince him, and Barry eyes you knowingly. A devilish grin splits his feathers as he casts his eyes toward the ground and shakes his head.
"Yeah, country club. Acquaintances."
Rafe glances between the two of you suspiciously, picking up on unspoken tension and the slight edge to Barry's voice. He doesn't like being in the dark, and he has a nagging feeling that you're not telling him something. 
Still, he lets it go for now and takes a step forward. You hang back with your arms crossed, toying with the grass beneath your feet as you tune out their conversation. This is a new level of trust from Rafe; he's never let you know any details in the past. 
It causes an ache in your chest; guilt eating at you as he puts his heart in your hands while you hide the truth. You try to convince yourself that it's not particularly deceitful, you're just not giving him the entire story. It wouldn't do anything but cause problems anyway; so what's the harm in a little white lie?
What he doesn't know can't hurt him. 
You're lost in your thoughts; images of white lines and passion-filled nights flashing behind your eyelids. It's not your proudest moment, climbing into bed with a drug dealer. You're ashamed of that part of your life; you were lost and willing to risk everything just to feel something. 
You've since grown up and found purpose. You're happy and it's all behind you. So really, why does it matter? It led you to where you are. 
Your little fling, if you can even call it that, with Barry was short-lived. You only hooked up with him while high, so honestly you could argue that it wasn't really you. It was an alter ego that comes out when you're under the influence, on a war path to make bad decisions. 
Granted, you were sober when you woke up still in his bed and decided to stay, but that's neither here nor there.
Is that a little toxic and twisted? Perhaps. At this point, you're making up any excuse to convince yourself that you aren't wrong for keeping it from Rafe. 
Besides, what were you supposed to do? Stroll up to him and casually say 'By the way, I used to do coke and fuck my drug dealer. Love you!'? That most definitely wouldn't have gone over well. 
You're torn out of your thoughts when you feel Rafe beside you again, and let him lead you back to his truck wordlessly. You don't cast Barry a second glance, though you can feel his gaze burning into your back. 
The drive back is silent, and you can tell by the tortured look on Rafe's face that he has questions. His fingers are tapping the steering wheel rapidly, deep creases between his brows as he scowls. 
As soon as you get back, you hop out and make a beeline toward Tannyhill. He's hot on your heels, ready to pick a fight, but you don't give him the chance. You grab your keys, spouting off an excuse about an errand you need to run, before practically sprinting to your car. 
He lets you go, a sinking feeling in his gut as he watches you peel out of the driveway. 
You're not exactly thinking clearly as you follow the route you know by muscle memory, panic clouding over any logical thought. You need to make sure this stays a secret. 
Your tires squeal as you skid to a stop, and you nearly gag at the victorious look on his face when he sees you. 
"Couldn't stay away, huh?"
You march forward, hands coming up to shove him back before pointing a finger in his face. It does little to deter him, his eyes darkening with lust at your defiant and bratty attitude.
"Don't start with me. Our deal still stands, Barry. Whatever the fuck happened stays between us."
You take a step back when he moves toward you, wanting to keep as much distance as possible. 
"Ah, so I was right. Country club doesn't know."
You scoff and roll your eyes, hands coming to rest on your hips. 
"Yeah, I told him that I used to fuck a low-level dealer on the cut that I didn't even know he was aware existed. Of course he doesn't fucking know, Barry!"
He barks out a short laugh, bringing a joint up to his mouth before holding it out as a peace offering. You shoot him a harsh glare, and his hands come up in surrender. 
"Just figured you would've told your boyfriend about us, baby doll."
Your nose scrunches at the nickname and a new fire surges through your veins as you step into his personal space. 
"There is no us, Barry. There never was!"
He raises his eyebrows, not convinced that you believe your own line of bullshit. There were one too many mornings spent over with tangled legs and a few too many secrets shared for it to have been nothing. 
"That's not what you were screaming when I was buried inside you and doing a line.." His finger moves to trace the valley between your breasts as he continues. "Right here."
You shudder at his touch, not from desire but rather disgust at feeling his hand on you again. 
"Don't worry, I won't say nothin'. But if he ever fails to satisfy you, you know where to find me. I still remember where all those little spots are that make you sc-"
You cut him off, not able to bear the rest of his sentence. 
"Yeah, whatever. See ya never."
You flip him off before turning on your heel, but stop mid-stride when his voice rings out. 
"Oh, and doll? The two of you may have more in common than you think. How you think he knows me so well?"
The question swirls around in your brain as you climb back into the driver's seat and start toward your boyfriend's house. That hadn't even occurred to you. Barry was known for one thing, so how the hell would Rafe know him? Let alone come to be in business with him. 
Your thoughts are racing by the time you arrive, questions that don't have logical answers plaguing your mind. 
Rafe is in front of you within seconds once you cross the threshold, concern and anger clear on his face. It seems that both of you have had time to stew and come up with various scenarios. 
You walk past him casually, finding a glass to fill with water as he leans against the kitchen island. 
"You know, I was thinking,"
So it begins. Rafe thinking is never good; but in this case, he doesn't know that you have ammo of your own. He's going to regret pulling at this thread, that much you're sure of. 
"You said you've met Barry at parties, but he wouldn't be caught dead on Figure Eight. Which means you were on the Cut. So you wanna tell me the truth before I go beat it out of him?"
You turn around slowly, sipping leisurely as you hold eye contact over the rim of the glass. He falters slightly at the steely look in your eyes that rivals the fire in his but holds his ground. You take your time, giving him a chance to back down. 
When he doesn't, you set the cup down and lean forward to match his stance, pursing your lips for dramatic effect. 
"You know, Rafe, I could ask you the same thing. It seems neither of us have been completely honest."
Satisfaction blooms in your chest when his eyes widen slightly, no doubt wishing that he had just dropped the subject. His mouth opens and closes a few times as he flounders, and you cock your head to the side in a mocking manner. 
"Cat got your tongue, country club?"
His eyes darken when you repeat the nickname he loathes, and he stands up straight while moving to loom over you. 
"Don't change the fucking subject."
His voice is deeper than usual, dripping off his tongue like molasses as anger bubbles up inside him. 
"I'm not changing the subject. I'm just asking how you know Barry since you seem so pissed off that I know him. We both know what he does and you said yourself that he wouldn't come to Figure Eight, which means you sought him out on the cut. Seems like your casting stones from a glass house."
Your tone is far too casual as you shrug your shoulders like you're discussing what to have for dinner and it pisses Rafe off more.
"What was the errand you had to run, sweetheart? You came back empty-handed."
Your silence seems to confirm his suspicion and he nods his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he chuckles. 
"Did you fuck him?"
The question is dripping with venom, but you don't miss the heartache lying just under the surface. You soften a bit at the realization he thinks you cheated and shake your head. 
"Today? No. Ever? Yes. It was a long time ago, Rafe. Way before I even knew you. I used to do some fucked up shit, but that's not who I am anymore."
Your voice is timid as you finally give him the answer he was looking for, a weight lifting off your shoulders as your last secret is revealed to your boyfriend. 
His eyes dart back and forth as he processes the new information, and he cages you against the counter while dropping his face to be level with yours. In any other circumstance, it would be intimidating. However, when you see the raw vulnerability he's displaying, it's anything but. 
"Were you in love with him?"
Your eyes widen, realization hitting you that he doesn't have all the information. As far as he knows, you were in a relationship. 
"No, Rafe. Not even close. We would do blow and then hookup. It started turning into something more towards the end and that's why I walked away from it all and never looked back. I wanted more for myself."
Your voice is soft and comforting, and he searches your eyes for any sign of deceit. 
"You did coke?"
You nod slowly, unsure how he's going to react to your confession. Against your better judgment, you decide to circle back to your question. 
"How do you know him, Rafe?"
The fury returns to his eyes at the prospect of being held accountable, and any compassion that was there just a second ago is gone. 
"I'm not done with my interrogation, baby. Did he fuck you right?"
Your mouth falls open at his brazen inquiry, unsure what the right answer is. The truth is yes, he did. However, telling Rafe that doesn't seem like a good choice so you remain silent. 
"Did he make you scream like I do? Huh? Did he know all the right places to touch? Did he know your body the same as me?"
You release a sharp gasp when his hand shoves into your pants, instantly finding the bundle of nerves and pressing tight figure eights. You choke on a strangled moan when the coolness of his signet ring grazes across your folds, his index finger dipping down to collect your slick. 
"Is this for me? Or is it for Barry?"
There's a cruel glint in his eyes, blue irises barely peeking out behind blown-out pupils. You can't bring yourself to respond, too focused on the sparks of pleasure jolting through your body. 
"Answer me! Or I won't let you come for a week."
You know that Rafe is nothing if not a man of his word, and try to muster up the strength to speak. 
"You, Rafe. It's always for you."
His lips press to the pulse point just below your ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to erupt as he whispers into your skin. He tsks, not satisfied with your answer. 
"I don't believe you."
You're about to plead your case, when he picks you up and sets you on the counter, forcing your legs apart and ripping your shorts and lace thong off in one fell swoop. 
"Does he know how sweet you taste?"
It's a rhetorical question; and even if it wasn't, you wouldn't answer anyway. Rafe is too far gone when he's like this, anything you say will only make it worse. 
Before you can process, his lips are wrapped around your clit sucking harshly as he shoves two fingers into your soaking heat. 
Your hips jolt up as you let out a scream, his large hand resting on your lower stomach to shove you back down. 
"Don't fucking move. I want you to scream my name so loud he can hear it all the way across the island. You're never going to think about him again. Do you understand?"
You give a short nod, only to be met with a sharp sting on your clit when he bites down. 
"Words."
A shrill whine rips from your throat, desperation leaking out of every pore. 
"Yes! Yes, I understand!"
You're rewarded with his fingers curling up into that spot he knows by heart, eyes fluttering closed at the blissful sensation. 
"Look at me. I want you to see who's making you feel this good."
You do as he says, prying your eyelids open and propping up on your elbows so you can watch him devour you. 
"Fuck, Rafe."
He groans into you, alternating between licking and sucking as your high approaches at record speed. Your pussy clamps down on him, mere seconds from release when he suddenly pulls back. 
You whimper at the loss of contact, and he pulls you down to your feet. His hand presses down harshly on your head, pressing your hips into the counter hard enough to leave bruises. 
"Whores don't get to come. Maybe if you're a good girl for me and take this cock the way you're supposed to, I'll give you permission."
You moan out at his filthy words, a chuckle reverberating from his chest as you hear his belt buckle clink. 
"You just love when I treat you like a little slut, don't you?"
His hand comes down on your ass in a sharp slap when you don't respond quickly enough, and he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. 
"Answer me or I'll leave you here dripping."
"Fuck, yes. I love when you treat me like your slut!"
He nudges inside you just enough to draw a deep moan from your chest before stopping and leaning forward so his body is covering yours. 
"Yes, what?"
The raspiness of his voice has you keening for more, now willing to do anything just to find relief. 
"Yes, Rafe."
"Good girl."
He thrusts into you suddenly, your body lurching forward at the force, and sets a brutal pace. 
"God damn, you're so ti-tight. Did he fill you up this good?"
You shake your head from side to side, turning to sink your teeth into his bicep resting beside your face. 
"No, Rafe! Fu-fuck, never."
You push your hips back to meet him, and nearly come from the groan he lets out. 
"Keep doing that, baby. So good for me."
You follow his command, a thin sheen of sweat coating both of you as you're lost in the throws of passion. Rafe can feel you tighten around him, a sign that your high is imminent. His nimble fingers reach around to rub fast circles on your clit, blistering heat itching to explode. 
"Oh, my- Rafe!" 
Your voice echoes off the walls as you scream out for him, and he remains consistent in his efforts. 
"I know. Come for me, pretty girl. Give it to me."
His words send you over the edge, and your body convulses against him as every nerve ending ignites. Your repetitive screaming of his name never ceases as your vision goes white, Rafe's strong arms holding you steady. 
"Shit, I'm close. Gonna fill you up and give you a baby so everybody knows you're mine. Taking me so well."
The desperation in his voice hurtles you into your second orgasm, barely giving you time to come down from your first. This triggers Rafe, his movements becoming erratic as he coats your walls.
He pumps into you a few more times before slowly pulling out, a combination of your fluids dripping down your legs. His fingers reach down to fuck his cum back into you as your body trembles, completely spent. 
"That's a first."
Your eyebrows furrow at his statement, turning just enough to see what he's referring to. Your jaw goes slack when your eyes land on the puddle at his feet, along with his soaked thighs. 
"Holy shit."
He chuckles with pride, his large hand coming to smooth down your hair. 
"Yeah, you made a mess baby."
He kisses your spine a few times before cleaning up quickly, his arms encompassing you once he's done. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you up to his bedroom, allowing you to cling to him with ease while he turns on the shower. 
Once it's to the desired temperature, he steps inside with one arm completely wrapped around your back and his other hand on the underside of your thigh. 
You release a sigh when the warm water hits your skin, nuzzling your face into his neck when he kisses your temple. 
"You have to get down if we're going to wash up, baby."
He's met with your face rubbing against him as you shake your head, and laughs loudly. 
"Come on."
He sets you down slowly, not relinquishing his hold until he's sure your legs aren't going to give out. It's peaceful for a few minutes while he goes through the motions of washing your hair, lips pressing soft kisses to your bare flesh every few seconds. 
It's a stark contrast to his persona twenty minutes ago; the side of him you love more than anything. 
"He used to be my dealer."
Your head jerks up at this, your eyes meeting his as an encouragement to continue. 
"I had a coke problem when we met. As soon as I realized you were special, I quit cold turkey. Haven't touched it in almost two years. Withdrawals were a bitch, but I just kept picturing your face and it got me through."
You nod slowly, taking in his honest answer before pressing a tender kiss to his lips. 
"Why didn't you tell me about you and Barry?"
His finger rests under your chin, gently guiding your face back up when you turn it toward the floor. 
"You never asked, and honestly I didn't think it mattered. Probably the same reason you didn't tell me. It's in the past and I don't read books backward. Once a chapter is closed, it stays that way and I didn't want to revisit it."
He hums in understanding and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. 
"I love you."
You lean into him, allowing your body to press flush against his toned abdomen as he blankets you in comfort. 
"I love you too."
@genius2050
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liliumontherun · 4 months
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What is funny is how fast Dante and Vergil get into being brothers again. They haven't seen eachother for a long time, both been through some fucked up shit, Vergil splitting himself in half and coming to take the world just to fight with Dante one more time and still after the first round of their fight Dante is asking about how Nero happened and Vergil answers him and they are laughing about how Vergil was once young too and how much Dante wants to know the story behind it. They fight again, two minutes later they are bros who are going to hell togather and they have no problem with that. Oh we are gonna spend the rest of our lives here, guess we get to finally catch up and do some matches to see who fights better. Normal things (at least normal for Sparda family)
They remember they are brothers and fall into that dynamic so fast, so naturally like they didnt spend their lives trying to kill eachother and i think thats so wholesome. After all this time, they finally understood they dont need to fight, they balance eachother out and they are actually a good team.
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mysillytdsideblog · 6 months
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My headcanons for mike & co
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Vito
Co-host w/ Mike from ages 14-16
Mentally 18-19 ish
System big brother
Handles a lot of the family issues
The one who steps up fr
Sexual Protector Alter
Trauma Holder, but doesnt have a full picture of their trauma
Sexualizes self for attention
Just a cool guy if u get to know him
Wishes he was more built irl lol
He was the one dating their first girlfriend
She didnt know about their DID, both Mike and Vito would rather keep that private
Wants a normal life
Also held down their first job (semi-canon)
He gives a shit but can be emotionally reserved
He doesn’t hate Mal, he just finds him frustrating
A bit of a troublemaker but not out of wanting bad for the system, it’s just the way he is
Creeped out by Mal, thats why he doesn’t like him
Secretly holds grudges but doesn’t tell them unless he’s picking a fight
Kinda a pothead
Chester
Mentally 60s-70s
No specific trauma memories, but he was split from trauma
Has never been the host but he switches in quite often
One of the first alters to have been discovered by their psych
At first the psych thought they were faking just cause of how theatrical Chester was, and how much it annoyed Mal
The psych thought they were faking to get out of juvie
Not to help, Mal said it was a “voice in his head” and would talk to him out loud, not caring who heard
He’s not an introject, but they don’t know why he’s old
He just is who he is
They don’t know why he has a scar over his eye, they presume there’s a trauma reason for it but nobody has any memory of something bad happening to their eye
He feels like he’s a grandfather to Mike, but the feeling’s not reciprocated
Not yet at least
Mike learns to love him
He gets annoyed by Chester still but he finds him more endearing
He likes his hot beverages and pastries
And yelling at the tv
He finds commenting on everything so entertaining
He’s co-con 80% of the time
He finds fronting to be physically exhausting, like it makes him physically feel his age
Has chronic pain in his hips and joints, his psych says it’s phantom pain
He loves his psych, he could go on for hours
He loves little kitty cats! There has never been a cat he couldn’t pet
He wishes he was more welcome when visiting nursing homes, he feels lonely but they don’t like his “portrayal” of an old man
He had gotten kicked out before
Actually, he gets kicked out of places quite often
He has health anxiety and constantly thinks he’s going to fall ill and die
His doctor is so fed up
He believes so many wives tales and basically you can tell him anything and he will believe you (unless he’s in a mood, then he’s just going to shout at you)
Mal
Ambigious early childhood to age 13 host
Mentally shifts between 13 to 17
Persecutor/Protector
Mainly a physical protector, kind of the mind’s back up plan for when things get rough and he needs to protect himself or take action
Holds most of the memory of the physical abuse
Split directly for that reason
He was one of the first
Hates his parents and tries to cause problems as a revenge for all the abuse he endured
Sadistic for this reason
He knew from a very young age that nobody was coming to save him, and they never did
Telling all the trauma he knew about in a court ordered psychiatric evaluation was the main reason he got diagnosed, but he was hoping it was going to put his parents in prison
It didnt
He was originally going to be diagnosed with ASPD before they scrapped that for just a DID diagnosis, mainly because his symptoms were too mixed and inconsistent due to the other alters existing
He still agrees ASPD fits him though and after TDAS he does more specific treatments for it in therapy
They do get diagnosed with ODD though
Basically everyone but Svetlana shows symptoms for it
Mal has it the worst because he has so much pent up hatred from everyone who hurt or failed him
And he only gets the bare minimum when he takes it into his own hands, but its better than nothing
Really clashed with Zoey at first but he was the one to make her understand them more, in his own roundabout way
Actually became close friends with Zoey even if they have their conflicts
Mike
Same age as body
Kinda bigender tbh but he’s not ready for that
Thinks he should be the one to call all the shots because he thinks hes the original
Hes not, there is none
Doesn’t have a lot of childhood memories
Nobody tells him about their trauma
Besides Mal when he’s trying to prove a point
He hates Mal because Mal threatens his sense of control
He overcompensates, being a system scares him so if he’s in charge he will be able to make sure everything’s ok
Just finally coming out of denial, still half in it
He hates being a system
Rude to his alters!!!
After All Stars, he sees his psych again who scolds him
And teaches him to accept his disorder
He does better
He compromises more, he learns that his alters are people too, he adapts to his multiplicity and eventually is the key to achieving functionality between all of them
He struggles to accept Mal, because of his persecutory nature, but he learns why Mal does what he does and with a little work from them both they are able to compromise
Mal has to grow and learn too don’t get me wrong
Svetlana
Same age as body
Transbian
Doesn’t mind being a system tbh
She likes the company
Hosts for short periods but only for upcoming competitions really because its hard for her to pretend to be a singlet
She doesn’t like hiding who she is, she’s way more open about her DID than the others are
She wishes she has more girl friends to talk with but they all know her as mike or mal :(
Total sporty girl she is multi talented in soooo many sports
Gymnastics is her fav obv
Why she has an accent? Who knows? Possibly an introject or maybe shes just like that but as far back as they remember she was there
They are all confused
Has good childhood memories, trauma free
She definitely loved recess and fronted a lot during the school years
Loves making friends, shes very social and kind!!
She’s also the most understanding and gives the best advice
Very emotional and it can be quite theatrical, on par with chester
She’s the one who gets along the most with their parents
Picky eater
She likes to eat clean and hates that the other alters eat meat because she finds it soooo gross
Has her own separate drawer in their dresser for her clothes
Bird lover and has owned pet birds before
Manitoba
Introject, half indiana jones-half steve irwin
Not a fusion he was just made like that
30s-40s
The most recent split
Has a fleshed out part of the interworld including NPCs (like his wife) and spends most of his time there (semi-canon)
He doesn’t prefer to front, he just found total drama fun to compete in
Dreams of traveling the world
Really longs for his innerworld to be real
Tries to keep everyone in line
Wishes they would be less trouble
He doesn’t side with anyone, which makes Mike very angry but he can also see a side to Mal that Mike can’t
He’s the most logical and level headed one
Loves collecting things especially memorabilia from places he’s been
He knows so many animal facts and just general knowledge
It makes Mike feel stupid cause he doesn’t know all that but its in his brain, it confused him how that works still
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