choose your fighter: lonan clark edition
villain era lonan (has a buzzcut)
anti-hero lonan (hot)
moth work lonan (repressed gay sadboi cringefail)
feeding habits lonan (in his surrogate father era)
seventh virtue lonan (is an immortal bird)
hallowed bodies lonan (has mentioned pain au chocolat 5 times)
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After Midnight | Rhett Abbott x F!Reader
After Midnight
Synopsis: It doesn’t matter if he’s won or lost, just that he’s home.
Drabble: 1060 words AFAB/ female reader.
Warning: Explicit MINORS DNI: sex.
Notes: Comments and reblogs are so appreciated. Likes are loved. Just a little something for @yespolkadotkitty because I adore her. Thanks to @hederasgarden for the set of eyes. Thank you so much for reading. It’s appreciated and really means the most.
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Light seeps out from under the closed bathroom door. You woke up when you heard his footsteps on the stairs, and the gentle brush of his fingers against your leg as he passed the bed made you smile. And worry. It was rare for him not to wake you when he returned from the rodeo, even if it was late.
The shower turns off and you can hear him fumbling around with bottles in the medicine cabinet. Your feet hit the ground, and you’re knocking lightly on the door before opening it. Rhett is standing in front of the sink, a bottle of antiseptic and a cotton pad in his hand, towel around his waist.
“Rhett?”
He turns to look at you, a bruise starting to bloom on his jaw, his knuckles split and still oozing blood despite his shower. There’s scrapes and cuts on his chest and torso, he’s favoring his right hip. “Sit,” you point to the toilet, and he takes a seat on the closed lid. “Jessie bring you home?”
“Yeah,” his arms circle your waist, pulling you to him. He rests his head against your torso, and you take his weight as he leans against you.
“Concussion or just sleepy?” Your fingers card through his damp hair.
“Sleepy,” he murmurs, nuzzling against you softly.
“Let me help.”
He squeezes lightly before he’s pulling away. He looks up at you, eyes closing when you lean in to kiss his forehead. “Missed you.”
“I missed you too.” You say as you pour antiseptic on the cotton pad and start dabbing at the cuts and scrapes. “Your mom had me come around for dinner earlier, there’s leftovers in the fridge.”
He hums in response, body curving away when you find a tender spot. “Had somethin’ on the road.”
You drop a kiss to his shoulder. “All done, come on handsome, let’s get you in bed.” You offer your hand, and he takes it. His fingers lace with yours, and he tugs gently, pulling you against him.
“What if I said I wasn’t tired?” He kisses your temple, that warm drawl rumbling in his chest.
“Rhett, you’re asleep on your feet.” Your hands smooth up his back and he arches, a soft sound coming from him. His hands slide from your waist to your ass, groping hard enough that the fabric of your sleep shorts bunches, his fingertips brushing skin. You can feel the shift in his breathing, the press of his erection against your stomach.
“Please?” His lips brush your ear, along your cheek. “I missed you so bad, sweet girl.”
You laugh softly against his mouth before he’s kissing you. It’s slow and easy and you can’t help but pull him closer. It didn’t feel like home when he wasn’t there, but now that he was here, pressed against you and kissing you, all is right in your world. “Come on then. Let your girl take care of you.” He groans, kissing you again.
He leads you into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you between his legs. “What do you have in mind darlin’?” The smirk is present though it’s sleepy and on this edge of a sweet smile.
“Lay back,” you nudge him gently. He scoots back, laying out on his back. You toss the towel aside, hands mapping his body. Normally when you tumble into bed with him after he’s been gone its harsh kisses and wandering hands. You keep your touches light, soft, fingertips brushing along the angled planes of his frame, tracing his tattoo and old scars. A low chuckle comes from him, and he squirms when you catch that one spot high up on his side.
“Sorry.” You press a kiss to his collar bone. “Couldn’t help myself.” His hands rest on your hips, his fingers rubbing soft circles on your skin, sliding slowly under your worn tank top to cup your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples. “Rhett….”
“You didn’t say I couldn’t touch you back.” He’s looking up at you through heavily lidded eyes, lips parted as he moans, when you grind against him “It’s hard to keep my hands off of you.”
Lifting your weight just enough, you wiggle out of your sleep shorts, kicking them to the ground. “I wasn’t complaining.” You lean in and kiss the tip of his nose.
His hands return to your hips as he sits up under you. Strong arms cord as he adjusts you in his lap. “I need you darlin’”
“I know.” You kiss him softly, shifting so he’s sinking into you. You groan against his lips, hands tangling in his hair. He lets you set the pace, slow and easy, one of his hands at the back of your neck, the other at the small of your back, urging you on. “I missed you.” You murmur, the scruff on his cheek rough against your lips. “I missed you.” The phrase spills from you over and over, an acceptable (to you), stand in for what you really want to say. His breath hitches against your neck, hips rocking up with just a bit more force, but keeping the gentle pace you set. Soft kisses peppered against your collar bone, then back up your neck. His mouth closes over yours, swallowing your moans when his hand slides between you. His fingers ease over your clit, rubbing gently.
“Come for me, please.” His voice is so low, full of gravel. “Ain’t nothing prettier than seeing you fall apart for me.”
His coaxing and the way he moans your name, and it’s not long before you’re coming for him. He watches you, hands sliding up and down your sides. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs when you collapse against him, your face pressed against his neck. He’s spilling into you with a quiet sound, holding you close. “I missed you too darlin’, more than I can say.” He’s lifting you off him, settling you properly in the bed, before he’s sprawling out next to you.
You manage to pull a blanket over the two of you, even as he’s scooting closer, his head resting on your chest. His slow, deep breathing lulls you back to sleep, wrapped up in the man that you, admittedly, had fallen for. And maybe in the light of day you’d be able to say it out loud.
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Honestly, I get not wanting to play newer Pokémon games on release (or at all) nowadays. I love Platinum, but have no plans to play the remakes. I think I waited about two years to even get Sword, and even though I did end up enjoying Galar, I think it would have benefited from more development time. Legends wasn’t perfect but it seemed like a step in the right direction (at least to me) so I still have a little bit of hope for SV being better. That said, I think it’s completely understandable not to bother with them. Not to be all “the franchise isn’t what it used to be” because I a) know how annoying that can sound and b) understand the concept of nostalgia, but I don’t think they’re going to be able to top older games if they keep turning a new one out every 3-4 years. That’s just my two cents though 🤷♂️
yea honestly like, pokemon games were my go-to as a kid so obvs i have a big attachment to the franchise, and i still do, but i wasn't super excited about usum when i played it even tho i loved sm, swsh's release made me realize a LOT of the overall issues with the franchise lately, i didn't play pmd DX or BDSP bc if i can still play the original game and see very little difference i dont see a reason to spend $60 on a "new" version... i did really REALLY like legends even with its problems, i would love a unova version ( wild west ? ) but i cant handle an actual unova remake i think it would break me . anyways there's too much to say on the whole thing but personally i rather spend $60 on 2-3 really cool little company games than whatever game freak/nintendo is doing rn
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