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mostlyhornyandsad · 3 months

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chapter 1 : 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤

summary: You've finally been given your own case, youve made it so far, guess it's smooth sailing from here on right? RIGHT? just some minor complications though. {office romance,love triangle e.w x r! x a.a }

CW: smut, fingering r! receiving, implied that they are lawyers but not very very clearly specified a/n: pretty basic first chapter but im soo excited for this

you've been working under the supervision of a junior partner, but now it's your turn to handle things. You're so fucking ready for it. tomorrow you'll finally get assigned your first major client, but today, today you're going to get fucked stupid

so now here you were, with three of a stranger's, whose name you've come to know is Ellie, fingers deep inside you. You're pushed against the wall of some filthy bathroom and she's got her hands covering your mouth as she tries to keep you quiet. one of your hands is against the door, pushing against it for support and your other hand is on Ellie's hip trying to pull her in closer. She is wearing one of those wife beaters (horrible name btw), she's clearly not wearing a bra inside because her nipples are hard against her shirt. are those pierced????. her chest is against yours, she's pulled your tits out of your dress so she can look at them bounce she fingers you into next week. tears are dripping down the sides of your face, and they're wetting the hand that's keeping you quiet.

"such a slut huh?"she says, like shes asking you a question .

you not your head no as her thrusts only get harsher

"only sluts get fucked open in some bathroom no?"

"imnotaslut" you mumble against her hand "what'd you say?"she says condescendingly as she peels her hand off of your mouth to let you speal

"im not a slut" you repeat. She looks at your tear-stained face, and the slight pout on your face and can't help but think you're kinda adorable. She leans in to kiss you and presses her pink, slightly chapped lips against yours. She's still fingering you so you're letting out little whimpers. ellies a little distracted by your mouth, she wants to give it all her attention, and she wants to keep kissing you, her hands pull out of you and you sigh out in frustration because she's taking away your release.

she grins as she notices and starts to run her fingers through your folds, she rubs lightly, just enough to give you something but not enough to make you come . "please" you beg as you let your head fall onto her shoulder. Ellie, she can smell the sweet fruity smell of your shampoo.

she slips her middle and index finger into you and you're leaning your head against the wall. she starts moving in faster as she relishes the pathetic little sounds that are leaving your mouth. She moves in to kiss and leave marks on your neck as she fucks you harder.

"Ellie" you call out to her. You're gonna cum .

she curls her fingers harder, her long slender fingers fucking into that spot inside. your pussy clenches around her and you're arching your back as you cum all over her fingers.

one of her arms is holding onto you so you don't fall, and your legs are kinda weak. She made you come so hard you still kinda feel her inside even though she's taken her fingers out . once she thinks you'll be alright on your own she lets go of you and walks towards the tissue dispenser, takes one out, and runs it under a tap for just a second so its wet enough that it doesn't irritate your skin. She walks towards you and places her legs between your knees hinting at you to spread your legs and you do. she cleans up the little mess you made on your self.

"Are you feeling alright ?" she asks you as she throws the tissue in the bin and washes her hands.

"yeah im good" you say as you smile at her. "do you want me to go down on you?" you ask her.

"maybe some other time," she says smiling back at you. She can tell you're already worn out. "do you want me to drive you home?"

"id like that"" .............................................................................................................................

the drive back home is surprisingly not as awkward as you'd expect it to be, it's just comfortable silence even though you don't know a thing about her, except her name, that you know. Ellie. you don't expect this to lead to anything, you know how these things go.

meet a hot girl at a bar, fuck, leave.

You've done this quite a few times before. you haven't dated in a while, not since you graduated college. You've still had crushes from time to time though.

"do you do this often?" she breaks the silence. theres no judgement on her face , just curiosity

"have sex with strangers?" you say although you're aware you might come off a bit crass.

she laughs at that, it's such a rough sound, it's so fuking sexy.

"yeah, have sex with strangers, do you do that often ?" she says. it feels like it should be a rude question but you don't mind answering

"yeah," you say before you realize why she might be asking."I'm totally clean through, no STDs up in here," you say as you turn to look at her.

she laughs again with that sexy sexy voice of hers, you should totally record it and make it your ringtone. nvm, that's creepy.

you have no problem being upfront about all this. sex is probably the one part of your life where you can actually let go, the one part of your life where you are okay with giving up control, that's not something that comes easily to you

"do you?" you ask.

"not really," she pauses "sometimes"

you let out a mhmm sound in response.

"you seemed pretty experienced though," you say. was it your intention to indirectly tell her that she fucked you good? yes, yes it was.

"oh yeah? how do you mean?" she says playing into it.

"you definitely seemed like you knew what you were doing with your..." you gesture to her hands that are on the steering wheel. Ellie laughs again, this time with a slight blush tinting her cheeks, it's cute, she cute

"This is it, right here," you say as you point to the apartment building to your left and her car slows to a stop. "thank you for driving me back home".

"no problem. i had a fun time." she adds.

"i had a lot of fun too," you lean in and leave a kiss on her cheek as you walk out of her car and into your apartment building . you might not ever see her again but it sure was a good time .

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It's finally here. You've been waiting for this your whole life, well not your whole life but quite a while. Everything you worked for is finally paying off

"so I trust you'll handle it well, you can always ask for help if you need it" Amani informs you, you can tell she's proud. You've been working under her so far and she's everything you'd expect from a powerful woman in a high position. She is everything you want to be

"yes, I understand," you say restricting your reactions to slightly aggressive nodding and smiling. if you could've, you would be screaming, jumping, and hugging Amani. not like she would've been surprised.

"oh and yes, the new associate will be your second chair, ill send Miss Williams to meet you at your room once she gets here"

"Okay, I'm looking forward to working with her," you say. "I'll do so so good by the way"' you tell Amani, barely containing your excitement

"the case files will be brought to your room soon, make sure to go through them thoroughly." she says smiling at you. "I know you'll do very well" she adds before she walks away.

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you're noting down your plan for the day onto your notion, something you do every day to keep yourself organized when you are interrupted by knocking on the door.

that must be ms. williams

"come in," you say as you stand up and wipe your hands onto your shirt. the door opens and your eyes widen when you realize who you're meeting. five foot-seven brunette with green eyes and freckles littered over her face,. She is looking back at you with pretty much the same expression. her mouth, which was on yours last night, parted in shock. oh fuck

you can see as she mentally gets it together, nods politely, and stretches her arm out for you to shake her hand.

"williams" she says out loud confidently. "ellie williams " she adds

you let out a small laugh when you introduce yourself. again.

these fingers were inside me yesterday

"so we'll be working together," you tell her with a small smile on your face. this is all you've worked for, you're not going to screw it up now. She seems nice, you can be friends, right?

" let's not let anything get in the way of that. no reason to be weird about this right?" you add.

"of course, no reason at all."

a/n: okay so super predictable first chapter, but i have soo many thoughts on this, and ive mapped out a rough idea and I can't wait

abby will be in next chapter<33 my gfs i love them

if you saw grammatical errors, pretend you didn't :o

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #abby anderson x reader #ellie x reader x abby #tlou smut #lesbian smut #ellie williams x reader smut #x reader smut

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as-de-spadas · 1 year

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Ok so just to sum up the craziest happenings of JUST THIS WEEK:

Grian was busy one-upping Mumbo in an impractical copper-aging structure competition when Impulse, Gem (who are having an all out prank war with Pearl) and Scar arrived to absolutely bully him into building the back of his base, giving him twenty four hours to build it before they explode his base, later installing a giant TNT dispenser above his base set to explode regularly the front of his base after 24 hours. However, he was too busy accidentally exploding Doc's tunnel bore machine with Scar, later trying to rebuild it, leaving gifts as apologies and blowing a hole through the ceiling to escape when breaking the news to Doc, which just worsens his mood when he finds out not only that, but that Grian has been stealing copper from the walls of the Perimeter for months. Keep in mind, Doc is in possesion of an anvil launcher, a slimeblock moving mecha-goat which launches TNT, a charged creeper launcher and something even worse in the works. He then procedes to make Grian's nether portal one single portal block to haunt him. All of that just for one-upping Mumbo with an Amogus meme, who, by the way, created the Button 2, which dispenses the hermit's diamonds back to them, but if they wait to much to press it, it explodes them all. Also, Cleo, as a british person, built a museum with his friend's prized possesions and a lot of the king's memorabilia the day of King Charle's coronation irl, and also, Scar hawkeyed Bdub's day one horse "Mi Amore" ("My Love" in italian) just after he built a whole ranch in a custom horse head shaped mountain just for him.

So yeah. May is gonna be an interesting month it turns out.

Edit: Ok, so as @orangekingfisher pointed out, "Mi Amore" actually translates to "Me Love", which actually does not surprise me at all, the hermits have a history of messing up foreign languagues lol.

(See Bdubs calling Pearl a bitch in spanish by accident)

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transhuman-priestess · 4 months

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This one is a little different than other things I've posted before. It's short, it's not horny, it's a bit surreal. I wrote it a while ago, but I've never posted it here. This one came out of my head at a very stressful time in my life and it's largely a pastiche of what I was going through at the time. It's not literal, but you'll understand.

There's no sex (though masturbation is mentioned) in this one but there is a lot of explicit, semi-realistic gore mentioned. This is your warning.

If You Prick Me, I Shall Bleed

I was walking down the street last week when a stray bullet struck me in the right shoulder. The 5.56mm round struck the top of my right shoulder blade, shattering it into several large pieces and bouncing up and into my clavicle before exiting horizontally through my skin. Blood poured everywhere.

As I screamed in agony one of my fellow pedestrians on the corner of Chavez and Belmont looked over at me. “Uh, Ma’am,” He said, disgust evident in his voice. “Would you mind not bleeding all over me?”

I managed to regain self control and through clenched teeth and flowing tears I sputtered, “I’m sorry, my bad.” My blue uniform was now a dark purple. I grabbed several copies of the Falun Gong’s free newspaper from the dispenser a few feet away and pressed them to my gushing wound.

The light turned green and as I crossed the street a white woman in her late 40s with a “Choose Life” shirt on tapped me on my uninjured shoulder. I turned around and she said to me “You should sue, you know.”

“Who should I sue?” I asked, “It was random gunfire. Also I can’t afford a lawyer.”

“You should sue the city, it’s going to hell!” Her eyes drifted down from my face to my shirt pocket and fixed upon my trans flag pin. Her expression changed to one not unlike you might see on someone who’d just stepped barefoot in dog shit. She turned and walked away and once she got about 10 feet away I swore I heard her say “Fucking faggot.”

I made it to work, my shoulder mercifully having clotted. My boss was talking to the receptionist as I walked in. He stood up and looked me up and down before checking his watch. “You’re late.” he said, “You were supposed to be here 3 minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, before gesturing to my shoulder. “I got shot. I’ll be fine.”

“You got shot? Christ. That sucks. I’m sorry but we’re really short-staffed today.”

“I said I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” He said, now browsing something on his phone.

“I just need to make it clear I can’t afford to send you home.”

I walked past the reception desk and through the “Employees Only” door and sat down at my cubicle. The first challenge of the day was to figure out how to use the mouse on my computer with a shattered right shoulder. I tried just moving my arm as normal but the tenuous newspaper-filled clot started bleeding again and a bit of what I’m pretty sure was my collarbone fell onto the desk. My boss picked that moment to walk by. He glanced at the bloody chunk of bone on the desk and shouted, “God dammit, Danner, your cubicle is disgusting. I’m gonna have to write you up for this.”

“But sir, I-”

“But nothing, Danner,” He said, “It is very clear in the employee handbook that all workspaces must be kept clean.”

“I got shot”

“I don’t care if you got shot, you need to be more responsible.” and with that, he walked off to go yell at Collins for something or other.

After another 10 minutes of trying in vain to make my right hand work with the mouse I used my left to pick it up and, with some difficulty, managed to change the settings to left-handed use. I found that I was mostly competent at typing one-handed, and for several hours things were almost normal, except for the occasional bit of blood-soaked bone falling out of my shoulder.

I decided to work through lunch and around 2pm I went and used the company account to buy some more toner. About 10 minutes after that, my boss came back. “Danner, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Huh?” I asked, confused

“Why did you just put in an order for 6 toner cartridges? We only needed 5.”

“Oh,” I said, slightly relieved that it wasn’t something I’d get fired over. “I meant to hit 5 but I must have hit 6 by accident. I’ve been having to type one-handed cause of the shoulder thing.”

His eyes narrowed, “You’re fired, Danner. Security will clean out your desk. Go home now before I call the cops.”

“What?” I said, alarmed, “What did I do?”

“Wasting company funds is serious business, Danner.”

“I got shot,” I protested, “and this is a tiny mistake.”

“Well you should have called off then.”

“You told me you couldn’t spare me.”

“That’s not my problem. If you weren’t capable of doing your duties you should have called off.”

“You would have fired me.”

“That’s not my problem. Get out before I tear you a new asshole.”

I walked to the door, and as I left I heard my boss say, “And the cost of cleaning your cubicle is coming out of your final paycheck.”

An hour later I made it home, having somehow managed to drive stick left-handed. I walked in the front door to see my boyfriend, Jim, sitting on the couch, masturbating.

“Oh, hi, Sara.” He said, not looking away from his computer screen, “you’re home early”

“I got fired.” I said, before breaking down and sobbing.

“Oh, hon, that fucking blows.” He’s still jerking his dick up and down like he’s shaking a can of spray paint.

I lay on the floor writhing in pain and my whole body convulsed even more with the sobs of humiliation and despair.

Finally, Jim looks up. Our eyes met, and with a sweet expression of pity in his eyes, he said, “Can you keep it down, babe? You’re killing my boner.”

#ivy michaels writing

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awingedinsect · 3 months

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-Flood me like Atlantic-

Chapter 1

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: alcohol use, descriptions of drowning, swearing, sadness, eventual smut, non-con hurt, bondage, blood, let me know if I miss anything the warnings will be updated as we go.This is the first chapter of a series in progress :)

Note: this being the first post of a new blog, I do not expect a lot of traction. But to anyone who does read I hope you enjoy, and have an amazing day!!

The water is filling his lungs.

He scrunches his eyes to fight off the salt already burning deep up his nose, threatening to flood his whole body as he sinks, sinks…

He could swim up, but he doesn’t. He could be scared, but he isn’t. He’s resigned to die. To be buried in the cold, dark ocean, and become one of the many forgotten things that call it their tomb.

He’s sinking, deeper and deeper, feeling his body go stiff as the icy darkness wraps around his limbs.

The last blue light of the surface has abandoned him.

And he can’t be sad, can he? He knows that he chose this, after all. Even if he can’t remember it. Even if the tiniest inkling of regret is creeping up on him with each bit of light lost.

He goes limp, parting his lips to let the water in.

•••

“Hey, kid!”

His eyes flick open, a little gasp leaving his lips as a heavy fist raps on the bathroom door.

“Fucking finish up, you’re on in ten minutes.”

Fuck.

He doesn’t reply, just rubs his temple as the pain in his body registers. He peels his face off of the arm he’s resting on the paper dispenser.

Did he actually fall asleep?

The ache in his legs as he readjusts on the toilet lid tells him he’s been sitting here for way longer than he intended.

He stands up, cursing at the immediate stab of pain in his lower back.

“Kid, you in there?”

“Yeah… yeah!” He scrambles to the sink, prepared for the horror that must be his eyeliner after having his face smashed for the past 20 minutes or so.

It is… not good.

“Hurry up.”

“Okay.”

There’s a single yellow lightbulb dangling in the middle of the ceiling, illuminating what he hopes to god is a poor portrait of himself. His cheeks are hollow, his skin is pale. And not even the copious amounts of black eyeliner dredging his eyes- and now the side of his face -can hide the bags under them. The all-nighter he pulled in preparation for tonight shows, letting each and every one who will look at his illuminated face tonight know just how nervous he’s been for the past few days.

He just prays the other bands don’t get a jab in about it.

He rubs his cheek with the side of his hand, smearing the black off as best he can before swiping his bangs into his eyes to hide the whole mess.

He takes a deep breath.

He looks fine… really. Not like this is his first show. Not like he’s gonna fumble the hell out of it, even after weeks of practice behind closed doors. His fingers itch for the familiarity of the smooth keys on his sleek, black keyboard.

He knows them better than the feel of his own skin.

The second he opens the door he’s swallowed into the noise of the bar. The acoustics in here aren’t bad- he can hear every noise, every voice laughing with the rock music pouring out of old dusty speakers. He blinks hard to adjust to the light as he weaves his way through the crowd, eyeing the low-set stage against the far wall.

His stage.

He mounts it, hunching down besides the legs of the keyboard to look it over, adjusting a few knobs carefully.

“It’s tuned.”

It takes him a few seconds before he realizes that the voice is directed at him. He looks up, thumb swiping anxiously over the rim of the keys.

“Huh?”

“You shouldn’t touch that.” The man says, leaning against one of the concrete pillars to his left. He’s fiddling with the strings of his bass, And remarkably, he’s almost eye-level, even though his shiny doc martens are planted on the floor below. “It’s already tuned.”

He looks about the same age as him. 22, a few years older maybe. But the confidence he exudes is almost enough to convince someone that he’s only in this dive bar for kicks. A hardened veteran, disgusted at a spindly kid getting their eye-liner smudged fingers all over the keys.

“I know.” He says, barely giving the newcomer a glance. “But I’m about to play it. I want my songs to sound the way they always do.”

“Do they always sound like you’ve fucked up the keyboard?” Comes the reply. And oh boy, he’s on in five minutes. This joker needs to let him do his thing, otherwise he’s concerningly close to having a mental breakdown right here.

“No.”

“You oughta write music that works with a properly tuned instrument, Holmes.” The stranger swipes his long fingers through his bangs, dragging the stray beaded strands back to join the tight knot pulling the rest of it out of his angular face.

“S’what I do.”

“And you are?”

“III.”

Two minutes. A small smile creeps to the young musician's lips. “Yeah? Where’s I and II?”

“IV and II are at the bar, smart ass.” III says, stepping closer. His eyes bore down onto the hands now fiddling with the power cord leading into the wall. It’s dragged firmly across the stage to where it ought to be.

“-they’re not shitting their pants over a tiny dive bar gig.”

Now he’s pissed. And yet that anger is manifesting as what feels like tears in the corners of his eyes. If his eyeliner starts running even more, he’s gonna kill this man, and then himself. But before he can say anything the lights dim, and Highway to Hell fades out of the dated speakers.

His heart lurches against his ribs.

The tall stranger actually smiles, stepping back against his pillar. He folds his arms casually over the bass slung across his waist, settling down for the show.

The musician is half-certain he sees a wink from between the long strands of hair once again falling out of that obnoxious man-bun, but he ignores it. He doesn’t have a choice. Because in less than a second, there’s a pale blue spotlight illuminating his hunched shoulders and smudged, sleep-deprived face.

He hears his name announced half-heartedly by the same voice that pulled him out of his impromptu nap a few minutes ago, and a few faces in the spotty crowd turn to eye him expectantly.

Is this… what hell is like?

The mic positioned over the keys suddenly looks like the face of a monster, calling his name with every intention to bite. But he leans into it almost robotically, clearing his throat and hearing the sound bounce against the plaster walls.

“…Hello.” He says, a little too softly. He wonders if he ought to talk more, if they’re expecting him to introduce himself again or ask them if they’re having a good night. Somehow, this is the first time the dilemma has crossed his mind.

Then he settles with the simplest thing that comes to him.

“This song is called Atlantic.”

His shaky fingers start to move over the keys. He taps them lightly, hitting the first one too hard and compensating by barely brushing the next two. But nobody seems to notice, and he takes a deep breath, praying to any gods that can hear him that he gets this right. He knows this song. He wrote this song.

He feels the eyes of the bass player following his icy fingertips, willing them to fail as they glide across the row of white keys. And somehow, it serves to steady them, if out of spite. He steps closer to the instrument, bowing his head and jutting his knee forward as his lips graze the mic.

“Call me when they bury bodies under water…”

The room goes silent. The entire world does, and so does his mind. The notes drift softly from his mouth, falling into air full of listeners for the first time.

“It’s blue light over murder for me…”

His eyes drift close as the music consumes him.

His hands remember, now- they pull the notes out of the ivory delicately and powerfully, lapping at them like waves and stirring them with his voice in perfect cohesion.

This is who he is.

“Crumble like a temple built from future daughters, to wasteland when the oceans recede.”

Eyes are on him, freezing him and orbiting around him. But they can’t get behind his closed eyes, and they can’t tell him he’s playing his own song wrong. The worst they can do is hate it, and well… he tries not to think about that. Hopefully they've all had enough drinks to convince them this slightly awkward performance is a good one.

And hopefully he’ll be able to have enough drinks tonight that no matter what, he’ll have had a good time.

He’s nearing the end of the song, and he notices his hands going harder on the notes. “Don’t wake me up.” There’s a knot in his throat. “Don’t wake me up.”

And then there is silence.

He blinks his eyes open, fighting the shivers in his body as all sense tells him to look at the crowd. But all he can concentrate on is the black smudges on the white keys, and the blue light bathing it in a haze.

After a few seconds, his ears fill with a spattering of applause. One person “wooh!”s, and a few more nod approvingly once his eyes finally peel off his feet.

He feels a tiny smile crawl to his lips.

Then he looks at III.

The man is still leaning on his bass, watching him with dark but almost approving eyes. He doesn’t look ready to pounce on him anymore, though god knows, the great part of his confidence probably lies in how well he’s gonna mop the stage with that meager offering.

The singer looks away, trying his best not to scowl as he nods his thanks to the crowd and returns to playing, this time announcing a song he only wrote a week ago. There might be a little free-styling involved, but he thinks he’s up for it.

And thus his twenty-minute slot drags on. A slow beginning, sour glances from III, then shuffling his feet and nodding his head as he retreats to the darkness behind his eyes and lets his hands take over.

Near the end, he’s almost confident. He finds himself rocking back and forth slowly as the last notes of his final song die out, a few claps once again resounding in the tiny venue. “Thank you,” he whispers, blinking a tear out of his eye.

And then he steps off the stage.

He feels weightless, almost like he’s dreaming. The lights blur in his peripheral like jellyfish and he makes a b-line for the bar, feeling more euphoric and terrified than he’s ever felt in his life. His first show. His first show. And they didn’t boo him off the stage.

He plops down on a stool and rubs his eyes, ordering an old fashioned and hoping it will keep the elation going. Fuck, he’s tired.

Suddenly he’s being attacked. Or at least, slapped on the back so hard it zaps a few hours of energy back into his abused body.

He turns to the person beside him, blinking in confusion before he realizes that this is one of the men III had gestured to before the show. Either II or IV, he doesn’t know. The man is wearing a black t-shirt, two scythes making an ‘X’ dangling on a silver chain around his neck. his bright blue eyes are enthusiastic. “Nice show, man.” He says, taking a swig of his beer. “Loved that little bit in the middle, that depressing solo bit. You’ve got a fucking voice and an ear for those ivories, brilliant stuff.”

“Thank you.” The singer replies, hoping the compliment is genuine and not something a certain fellow bandmate put him up to. He reaches for the drink slid to him across the counter, taking a modest sip. He swirls the cherry in the bottom of the glass.

“Are you on next?” He asks, trying to make eye contact as he takes another sip. “Do you sing?”

“Fuck yeah, and fuck no.” The man giggles. “I’m on drums, see.” He points to the stage and the slightly sad, unassuming drum set in the corner. “Gonna tear it up. Hope you’ll stay.”

He’d like to stay. He loves music. But he’s afraid if he doesn’t get sleep soon, he’ll never make it home conscious. “Thanks, I’ll try.” He says, almost rubbing an eye before remembering the black puddles he’s turned them into. He sighs.

“…Tired.”

“Hey!” A new face says before the drummer can reply. It sounds like the voice of a woman, and is quickly followed by yet another unsolicited hand on his shoulder. He turns around wide-eyed.

“Nice show, kid.” Says a girl yet again no older than himself. Her head is shaved, clean black lips glistening in a smile.

“I’m Venus, the opening act. What’dya think?”

He, of course, had slept through it. But the pretty girl beaming at him can’t possibly know that.

“It was fantastic,” he says, trying his best at a smile. “V-very good.”

Something in her face tells him she might not be entirely convinced. But he’s relieved when she instantly changes the subject, manicured hand squeezing his shoulder playfully as she leans over him to eye the drummer.

“You with the next band?” She asks. Her silver snake bites flash in the neon light above the counter, stirring something in the singer's chest. He folds his hands over the sleeves of his loose sweatshirt, tipping his glass to his lips again and sighing.

The drummer takes a long swig of his own beer, nodding with a smile curling his lips. He pops off and says, “I’m II. And you’ll see me on the drums.” He directs both of their gazes towards the stage with the tip of his bottle, something twinkling in his eye as he says, “there’s III over there, and IV. Best Bass and guitar duo you’ve ever heard.”

Venus laughs, hunching casually against the singer's shoulder in a way that, if he had any more brain cells, would make him blush. He just eyes III over the rim of his glass, watching as he concentrates on tuning his own instrument. He’s talking to a guitarist in plaid pants and a black leather jacket, someone instantly nameable as IV.

“Yeah?“ the girl says. “Where’s I?”

II shrugs, big blue eyes still watching his band mates with a profound fondness; probably due to what was once the contents of the beer bottles stacking up around his elbows.

“Nowhere.” He says smugly. Then he’s swiveling around, hanging on the shoulder of his new extremely sleep-deprived friend and wiggling his fingers up at Venus. “Or maybe it’s you, huh?”

Both of them laugh, and there’s no clear reason as to why. But there’s now two attractive people hanging on either side of the singer, and he wonders how he came so easily to such an inconvenient honor. It’s all he can do to hunch his shoulders and finally take a long swig of his old fashioned, hoping he doesn’t look as terrible as he feels.

Then suddenly, IV appears, dragging II off of his stool without so much as a warning. “Five minutes, hon.” He says, swinging his guitar to the side to pull his bandmate into himself. “Let’s fucking go.”

“Nice talking to ya.” II says, smiling big and knocking his head against IV’s shoulder. “See ya after the show!”

The singer can’t help but smile, waving goodbye slowly before turning his attention to the cherry at the bottom of his glass.

“Come on.” The pretty girl says over the music, breath rustling the hair over his ear. “You look fucking beat baby, come on and hang in the back with the rest of my crew, huh?”

He slowly registers the words. “Oh-“ he looks around for a second, almost like his blurry surroundings might offer an excuse. “Like, in the back of the bar?”

“In the back room, man.” She says, and as she steps back she lands a playful smack on his shoulder. “It’s the place to cool down after a show, and you look like you could use a nap.”

He can’t argue there. Literally, he cannot. He’s about to fall flat on his face and if he doesn’t find some caffeine or sleep soon, there’s no way he’ll make it home safely tonight.

“Alright.” He says, voice already a mile deep from exhaustion. He tries to smile kindly, but his lanky body almost flops off the side of his stool as he stands and he finds himself struggling to stay composed at all. He turns after her, prepared to follow for whatever solace she’s offering. She takes his hand and leads him through the crowd, sparing a glance back at the stage just as the lights dim and the radio fades.

His eyes follow her gaze, watching as the spotlight comes on and lands on three figures on the stage. ll at the drums, beaming, IV swaying softly with his guitar, and III; taking up center stage and swiping his hair out of his eyes.

Venus drags him through some beaded curtains and the crowd gathers around the stage as slowly, they begin to play.

#vessel sleep token #vessel #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token

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ejzah · 8 months

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For @anonkp, who encouraged me to turn my wish for an episode post “To Live and Die in Mexico” with Kensi caring for a recovering Deeks.

A/N: I know I’ve touched on this topic in other stories before, but i don’t think I’ve gone this in-depth. Also, emetophobia warning.

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In Sickness and Health

Dragging Deeks through an unconscious Deeks through the Mexican desert with the federales and an arms dealer on their heals had been terrifying. There were a hundred different moments through those never ending days when Kensi thought they would die. That she would never hear Deeks’ voice or feel his touch again.

She’d been beyond grateful when Deeks woke up sooner than the doctors predicted and with seemingly few symptoms for the severity of his repeated traumatic brain injuries.

She hadn’t conceived of the possibility that it could get worse once he was back home. Because recovery from a subdural hematoma compounded by dehydration and broken ribs, came with a daunting list of symptoms that they spent every day trying to manage with limited success.

This morning had gone relatively well; Deeks had slept through the night with only a few episodes of pain or nightmares (Kensi wasn’t always sure of which) breaking through his medication to wake him.

“Hey, it’s about time for your afternoon meds, what do you want for lunch?” she asked, stopping in the den where Deeks was partially reclined in an easy chair, eyes loosely shut and one arm slung across his chest. The chair was angled at forty-five degrees since being completely upright tended to make him dizzy, but completely flat exacerbated his nausea. An audio book played quietly in the background.

“Eh whatever. You know it’s not gonna matter either way,” Deeks replied, his voice so low and gravely, Kensi knew he was battling another headache. “I’m just gonna throw it up in a couple hours anyway.” He cracked an eye open, a hint of blue showing through.

His skin was still a little patchy from being sunburn and he had a plethora of cuts in various stages of healing. Otherwise, on the outside, he looked better. It was inside that he battled against everyday.

“I know it’s rough, sweetie, but you can’t not eat at all.”

Deeks grimaced, clearly remembering the time he had avoided eating for most of the day and ended up dry-heaving for three hours.

“Mm, damned if do, damned if I don’t,” he sighed despondently. “Ok, just make it as bland as possible.” He shut his eyes again, a small groove forming between his eyebrows.

Kensi leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead, fervently wishing that the simple gesture could take away his pain, then headed for the kitchen.

Kensi gathered a selection of fairly innocuous foods: plain crackers, toast, yogurt, a protein shake, and chicken broth. Between his reduced appetite and cyclical vomiting, he’d been distinctly picky and uninterested in food, so she tried to provide a variety with the hope he’d get a reasonable amount of calories in the end.

Then she grabbed the row of orange canisters lined up on the wall beside the sink with explicit timing and administration instructions. After two weeks, Kensi could dispense them without too much thought, but she still checked the labels to be sure. The last thing she wanted to do was set Deeks back with an overdose.

When she had the 8 different pills counted out, a glass of water and Gatorade, and the food set up, she carried the full tray back to the den. Deeks had shifted onto his side in the time she’d been gone, and she noticed the audio book wasn’t playing anymore.

“Lunch is served,” she announced quietly.

Deeks picked at the toast, ripping a few pieces off and chewing them with obvious effort, in between downing the pills with sips of Gatorade, and managed a couple ounces of the protein drink before he pushed the tray back with a quick shake of his head.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” he said, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. His skin was already paler than a few minutes before and he inhaled shallowly through his nose, exhaling slowly, eyes and jaw clamping shut again.

He stayed that way, barely moving, for a few minutes, and Kensi almost thought he would be alright. Then his face grayed completely, beads of sweat popping out on his forehead. He shoved himself out of the chair with a desperate sound, stumbling into the doorway on his way through.

“Crap,” Kensi muttered, hurrying after him. She made in time to see him on his knees, arm braced against his torso as he retched. Kneeling behind him, she rubbed his lower back, providing support when his strength began to wane.

After several minutes, he moved back, slumping sideways into the closest wall with a pained groan.

Kensi wet a washcloth with cold water and gently wiped the sticky sweat from his skin. He shivered in response, goosebumps appearing wherever she ran the cloth, but he didn’t complain.

When she was done, Deeks let her pull his upper body against her chest. She’d figured out that once the initial wave of vomiting was over, talking helped, so she kept up a low hum of chatter.

“Sam said Callen’s doing a lot better. He’s driving the nurses crazy,” she said.

Deeks tilted his head, just a small movement against her, making a sound of confusion. “Nurses? I thought he was home.”

Kensi didn’t speak for a moment, thrown off as she always was when he experienced a memory lapse.

“Um…no, he’s still in the hospital. Probably for a couple more weeks at least while his lung heals and he gets his stamina back up.”

“Oh.” He shivered again, and Kensi pressed her hand against his cheek, finding it slightly cool.

“Hey, you think you’re going to be sick again?”

He shook his head a single time.

Kensi helped him up to rinse his mouth, supporting most of his weight as exhaustion and disequilibrium set in again. Them made their way into the bedroom, and Kensi got Deeks settled in bed before going around to close all the curtains.

She moved around quietly, getting a fresh glass of water, anti nausea meds, a sleep mask in case he needed it. Afterwards, she slid into bed next to Deeks, tucking herself into his side.

“You know, you don’t have to stay in here with me,” Deeks murmured, voice rough with barely any volume to it. It wasn’t the first time he’d said so in moments like this, but Kensi didn’t think this was a case of his ongoing memory deficits so much as a reminder. He got morose and defeated some days, believing he was a burden.

“Where else would I be?” Kensi asked simply.

“Yeah, cause we all know sitting in a dark, quiet room is so exciting. Can’t even watch TV.”

“I don’t mind.” It was the truth. She wished Deeks could distract himself with binging the latest Netflix offering. That the sound and screen time wouldn’t make his headaches, vision, and vertigo worse. For herself though? She’d happily lay in bed in the dark all day and night with Deeks.

She combed her fingers through his hair, listening to Deeks’ breath even out slowly. “I thought I lost you so many times Deeks. It’s going to be a long time before I get tired of hearing you breathe, feeling your hand under mine, seeing you laugh at me.” She swallowed down the tight feeling in her throat because she didn’t need to add her tears into the mix. “I love you and you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

Deeks huffed a soft sound that might have been a laugh, tilting his head to rest against hers. “Like I’d ever want that. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Kensi’s eyes did fill with tears at that, and she hugged him closer. Deeks made another soft sound, body going limp with the tell-tale sign of oncoming sleep.

“I love you, Marty Deeks,” she repeated, cupping his cheek. “In sickness and in health.”

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A/N: Hope this is suitably whumpy and hurt/comfort filled.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #post to live and die in Mexico #whump #hurt/comfort #ejzah fanfiction

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chain-draws-stuff · 3 months

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HOW LONG HAVE I HAVEN'T BEEN WRITING???

EndKing!Steve

Chapter 17

Confession

Steve pov:

Said that I was chosen to set them all free. Like I was someone special...I looked at the one with the black and red tainted window...it had its phantom but...where's the statue? Nevertheless, it wasn't worth finding out considering if its just another worthless phantom wondering around the void. I wasn't up to another wild goose chase, but I was still curious about the phantom on the glass weather they got out or not...I was brought back to reality when the figure called my name

????:Steven...

The figure called

Steve:...

Steve:please don't call me that...it makes me very uncomfortable

????:Ahh...i understand..

????:We should be heading back to the castle before anything else happens

The figure says with there monotone and there static voice

I shook my head as we exited back through where I entered the underground structure. I flew my elytra as I began flying towards the castle

Back at the overworld...

Narrator pov:

It was another boring day. Nothing changed ever since Steve left the town for a few weeks...everything was peaceful but...something was missing

.....

Kaite hasn't been herself in a while and hasn't been herself I mean she's just bored nowadays. She was lying down on her bed as she waits as time passed by. Time passes as Kaite lays down still bored. Kaites life hasn't changed much...considering she just bullies Steve for who knows how long, and alongside with Billy. She felt that something was missing...was it Steve? Friendship? No one could tell...but all we know is that she wasn't done with life's plans...yet..

It's now been an hour since Kaite hasn't left her room...

(Nock nock)

Billy: sissss!

Billy shouted from the other side of the door

Kaite: what is it this time! If its another one of your pranks planned for Chris I'm not up to that right now!

Billy: come on! It's going to be fun!

Billy shouts trying to get his sister to join in on another one of his pranks

But knowing Billy he was hella stubborn and knowing that this is just going nowhere as she finally opend the door

Kaite: ugh fine...but if we get in trouble I'm blaming you for it

Billy: Awesome!

Billy exclaims excitedly, grabbing his sister by the hand leading her outside towards Chris and Austin house hiding behind one of the trees

As a few minutes passed because I'm lazy :P

As time passed Chris finally showed up and walked right into Billy's prank. Chris stepped on the pressure plate activating the Redstone contraption leading to the dispenser pouring out water on top of his head. Kaite and Billy burst out laughing from this. They both started running away from the scene.

After running back to the house Billy then got to his room watching some...(hehe I'm gonna do it >:]) Cocomelon (XDDD). As he was in his room Kaite decided to go outside to the bakery near the school, on her way there she saw lily on the sidewalk

When Kaite got to the bakery...(I'm very lazy ok???)

Kaite pov:

I got to the bakery to check on what I could buy, I saw lily entered the store so I decided to say hello...in my way

I got close where she still couldn't see me I went behind her back as I gave her a shout of hello. She jumped and scream, I laughed at her reaction.

Lily: dont- don't scare me like that!

She scolds. And punches me on the shoulder

Kaite: ow- ok I kind of deserved that

Lily: you prick! Don't do that!...

She scolds me again while I was still holding my laughter

Kaite: ok! Ok! I'm sorry

I say as I was still holding my laughter...

Lily:...

Lily: uhh...h-hey Kaite I- um...I wanna ask you something...

She says as she tries not to stutter

Kaite: sure what is it?

Lily: I...I- umm...[gosh why is it so hard for me to say?!] Umm...

Lily: CanyoupleasejoinmeinthesleepoverIplanned!

...(too fast? Yeah ik)

Lily: I- I mean...c-could you please come over for a sleepover?

Kaite:oh! Sure thing! I would mind at all

Lily: w- wait...really?

Kaite: yeah sure thing! I have nothing else to do after all...other than just joining Billy with whatever tomfoolery he's doing

She giggled and that was enough to make my heart beating (fast haha)

Kaite: u-umm...oh! Gotta go! See ya later lily!

I say as I exited the bakery and ran back home, my heart racing and a million questions planted in my head. I got back home went upstairs and slammed the door locked ans shut.

Oh God, oh God, oh God! I couldn't even process what i was doing back there...but as i was there...I felt the world slow down around us...I've been having this wierd feeling ever since I met her...but I couldn't recognize it at first...

A few minutes later...(again...I'm too lazy to do this shit)

Narrator pov:

As time passed it was now midnight and Kaite...she was now in front of lily's doorstep and alongside wearing her pajamas, she nocked on the door and...the door creaked open and it was lily wearing her pajamas ready for the sleepover. Everything was almost setup when lily fell off the chair she was standing on luckily I was there to catch her on time. We stared at each other for quite a questionable amount of time. And after a few more seconds Kaite finally put down lily and let her stand up on her own. But before Kaite could even say a word she was immediately grabbed by the shirt by lily pulling her into a kiss, my eyes widen and I pulled away.

Lily:i-im sorry! It's just...I couldn't help it. Y-your just really attractive and I-I really like you,...I was planning on telling you back at the bakery, and that's why I was freaking out and now I did this you probably hate me now and-

She cuts her off by pulling her back another kiss. She was shocked at first, but then she melted into it, closing her eyes weaving their way Into her hair as hers moves to my waist and out lips moved in sync.

When Kaite pulled away, we were both now staring at each other.

Kaite: I like you to...

Lily opens her eyes to see staring into hers, a soft smile on Kaites face. She smiled back

Lily: im glad you do, or else this would ended up completely awkward

She starts to laugh and she joined her soon to

Kaite: of course there's always a joke when we're having a moment

She says between laughs

Lily:haha!

Kaite:so uhh...Does this make me you girlfriend?

Lily:yes plea- I mean, yeah sure

She tries to correct herself, but the smile on her face is evident that I've wanted this for forever

Kaite: well, I guess that settles it, I, Kaite, am now officially lily's girlfriend.

She giggles a bit and pres a kiss on her forehead

Lily: your a dork

Kaite: yes but now I'm your dork

She points out and I feel butterflies in my stomach

Lily: my dork

The spent the rest of the night at lily's house, watching movies and playing games, then talking. Doing what people normally do in sleepovers, just this time lily's allowed to kiss her to distract sher from the game, so can win. Now Kaites finally happy that she met her at the park(after they broke up with Steve) because now shes dating the love of her life and she's finally happy and comfortable with herself.....

...

??? Pov:

'Well...isn't it that nice...it would be a shame if I did something to ruin this particular moment'

End of chapter 17...

First chapter/previous/next

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YALL THOUGH THIS AU WAS DEAD? HELL NO

THIS TOOK WAYYYYY LONGER THAN I EXPECTED. Anyways hope you enjoyed these 2 lesbians having a moment with each other now also @wendycandycute enjoy this ship :3...@caldraws where the fuck is Arnetta and Cosmic Princess

#my shit #my brain go brrrrrrrrr #checkpoint:stm #endking!steve au #my au #steve the adventurer #steve checkpoint #lily #Kaite #Kaite x lily #checkpoint ships #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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accidentalmistress · 1 year

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Accidental Mistress - Induce or Not?

Today's release is some light, sneezy fun with Oraion as the viewpoint character. Not gonna have a lot of preamble with this one, let's just get to it!

For more Accidental Mistress content, check the Master Post.

Title: Induce or Not?

Word Count: 2,019

Content and Warnings: snz (male), some light mess

In which Oraion, being exceedingly bored, decides to engage in a little sternutatory experimentation...

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Even when he wasn’t trying to tease or rile up the young witch to whom he was bound, the demon Oraion enjoyed experimenting with different ways to make himself sneeze. As an immortal being, he had reached a point in his life where an ever-dwindling number of things held novelty, so being presented with the newfound ability to sneeze was almost like being handed a new toy. The fact that sneezing was the primary method the incubus utilized in seducing his Mistress led him to form a strong connection between the reflex and feeding, which added an entire new layer of enjoyment to his experimentations.

He liked to call the game “Induce or Not?” and had thus far found that, to no great surprise, there were quite a lot of things in the ‘Induce’ category. Feathers, blades of grass, a bristle from Noelle’s broom, laundry soap, woodsmoke, looking at bright light, and a wide variety of aromatic spices were among the things that he’d tested and found to be effective to one degree or another.

To his surprise, he did not seem to be allergic to cats, as he and Noelle had discovered when they encountered a friendly, gray stray on a recent trip to town for supplies. He’d even gone so far as to shove his face into the animal’s fur when Noelle wasn’t looking, the only result being a few unpleasant hairs in his mouth. Horses, on the other hand, gave him a peculiar, low-level itch in his throat and sinuses that didn’t really get him sneezing so much as it made him cough and turned his nose into a sniffly, leaky mess.

One afternoon he lay in his bed with his hands clasped behind his head, staring up at the ceiling of his room as though it were an oracle that might dispense some wisdom toward alleviating his boredom, when he suddenly remembered his little game.

“That’s one way to pass the time…” he muttered.

Now, the only question was what to play with? Noelle was currently sequestered in the cellar, tending to her precious mooncaps. She'd been cultivating them for some weeks now and had expanded to several trays of maturing mushrooms. Once they were ripe, she said, she would take some to town and see if she could get a good price for them. He couldn’t begrudge her trying to make a living, of course, but he did find it a little sad that he was so bored as to be envious of a fungus for monopolizing his Mistress’s attention.

He supposed he could head down to her worktable and rifle through her magical reagents to see if there was anything interesting. He’d been meaning to check if she had any pixie dust—mundane dust did quite the number on him in sufficient quantities, it turned out, and he was rather curious what the fae variety might do. Although, he may want to try that outside or near a window—some source of fresh air—given what had happened with the dust incident in the library. Oraion turned toward the window, watching rivulets drip down the glass as fat raindrops struck it with a light staccato rhythm. Maybe today wasn’t the day for outdoor experimentation.

Another idea dead before fruition. A frustrated lash of his tail caused the crimson tuft of fur at the end to whip briefly into view. He froze, gears turning in his head, before he curled his tail back up into the air over the bed and waggled the end to and fro. The fur was long and silky—almost feathery.

That was something he hadn’t tried.

As he reached out and ran his fingertips through the fur, a chuckle rose to his lips. There was something a bit masturbatory about trying to induce with his own tail. The hairs were quite fine and soft. In fact, he worried they were too soft: he wouldn’t be able to insert them very far up his nostrils if they weren’t stiff enough. He placed his other hand on his chin and considered, and before long a smirk tugged his lips as inspiration struck. This would be fun, and it would add another layer of challenge as well.

A little secret he had yet to tell Noelle was the trick behind how he conjured things with a snap of his fingers, like his handkerchief. The truth was, he wasn’t conjuring anything at all. Conjuration implied the ability to create things from thin air, which was not something he was capable of. What he was actually doing was summoning—the handkerchief already existed, so all he did was call it to his hand. Still no mean feat, and quite the handy skill to have. It was especially effective on items one owned and was familiar with, so it was easy enough for Oraion to lift his arms above his head, snap his fingers, and have a set of restraints appear on his wrists. Supple brown leather hugged his skin while brass clasps secured his arms together. It was a little difficult to secure them to the bedframe, but through some magical manipulation he managed to rig up a summoned length of rope securely enough to do the trick.

A slightly nervous thrill ran in his veins, as it often did when he was about to induce, and he took a deep breath. Slowly he lowered his tail until the fringe of fur was just brushing the tip of his nose.

“Mmnh…”

His nose scrunched up almost immediately, but the light tickle that resulted was not enough to accomplish much. It might get him itchy and hitchy, which had its own benefits—especially for teasing Noelle. Still, it was a bit early to tell. He tried swaying the end of his tail from side to side and was rewarded with a prickling just inside his nostrils.

“Now we’re getting somewhere…”

He wriggled his nose and sniffed lightly to encourage the tickle, continuing to sweep his tail across his nose in slow strokes that dragged the silky hairs across his nostrils and septum. His breathing started to get a touch unsteady, his chest rising and falling faster as his breaths grew deeper. On the right track, but still not enough to push him over the edge.

During feedings, sometimes Noelle would flutter a feather against the tip of his nose, so he tried to replicate the sensation with his tail, flicking it rapidly back and forth. He could feel his nose start to run as the buzzing tickle spread.

“Snff-snuff- … heh…. heh… haah, damn it…”

Almost, but he lost it at the last moment. He could just barely see the tip of his nose turning pink. He was getting close. Gods, it almost felt like edging.

He kept at it, varying the direction and speed of the strokes across his nose. His wrists tensed against the restraints. Though the itch had spread from his nares back near to the bridge, he still couldn’t get a sneeze out. He never imagined inducing could be quite so vexing, given his usual sensitivity.

“... hiih… -snf- mnhh… ih-heh-! … Oh, come on.”

Not to mention his sinuses were rather saturated from all of the irritation with no relief. The way it dripped back into his throat grew unpleasant, so he sniffed in as hard as he could in an attempt to clear it. It just so happened this was also at the precise moment and angle for several strands of tail fur to be drawn deep into his nares.

“Nngh-! ih-hiihh-hhiiHH! heh… heh… HEH… HEHH’TCHUU! haah… ah-heh-... aah… AH… AHESSHHIU!”

Well, that worked. He could feel the hairs poking the ticklish spot just in front of where the bone ended in his nose. Finally—it felt practically orgasmic to sneeze after so much tickling and teasing. He left his tail in place for a few more sneezes before pulling it back, then he wriggled his nose back and forth and squinched it up and down to assuage some of the lingering tickle.

“Hmhm, I’d say that was a- w-was a- eh-heh- HEH! HEHSHHIUH! heh-SHIU! Nguuh… -snnff- Oh gods, it’s stuh-still so tiiiHHhckly-! iihhhHIIhhh! hhiihHHIITCHIEW!”

Perhaps he’d gone a little too far. The prickling, tickling itch in his sinuses kept on as though something was still poking that sensitive spot. His chest bobbed erratically with frantic, helpless hitches, each sneeze more desperate than the last. With mounting concern he tried to get a hold on himself, but he could hardly think, he was sneezing so much. In desperation he pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth as hard as he could, which managed to stave off the next sneeze from being immediately on the heels of the last. It wouldn’t last long, though, he was already hitching and building up again.

However it was long enough to allow him a moment’s concentration, and he snapped his fingers. The restraints around his wrists vanished and Oraion sat up just as the next outburst overcame him. He grabbed the still-tingling appendage between a thumb and forefinger and squeezed, rubbing it up and down. At last the cause of his prolonged fit became clear when he felt something thin and silky sticking out of his right nostril: one of his tail hairs, shed from his tail and stuck inside his nose.

He drew the offending irritant out with a slippery tickle that triggered one final, powerful sneeze. He held up the crimson hair, covered in a slick coating of mess, and sighed. With another snap of his fingers he summoned his handkerchief and finally blew some of the miserable wetness out of his sinuses.

“Well, that was… a thing. -snnrff-”

As he sat there trying to catch his breath, there was a tentative knock at his door.

“Oraion? Are you in there?”

The demon smirked. Of course Noelle must have heard him, even in the cellar. He jumped up from the bed and ran a hand through his long, crimson hair before he answered the door. Though he didn’t bother to put on a shirt.

There stood Noelle, looking rather domestic with an apron on over her blouse and skirt. After Quinns had chided her for wiping dirt on her clothes while tending her mushrooms, Noelle had found an apron to wear. Oraion had to admit, it was a rather charming look.

“Oh, did something happen? Are you all right?”

Ah, right. He probably looked terrible, red-nosed and bleary eyed. He rubbed the back of his neck and tried to laugh it off.

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Something just set off my allergies. -snf- It happens. Often.”

Noelle wrung her hands with an uncomfortable look, and Oraion bit back a sigh. His allergic sensitivity was bestowed by their contract, tied to her sexual desires, and that fact continued to be a source of guilt for her. He wished she would let it go, but no matter how often he reassured her that he didn’t mind it, it didn’t seem to convince her.

“I-I see. Um, is there anything I can do for you? Oh! I know: I’ll make you some yarrow tea!”

“Hm, that would be lovely, but there is one other thing you could do for me first…”

The prospect of being useful seemed to perk her right up.

“Oh? What is it?”

With as sensitive as his nose was still feeling, this shouldn’t take long. He grinned and leaned in, snaking an arm around her waist to pull her close. He placed a deep kiss on her soft lips before giving her nose a quick nuzzle with his own. The ensuing blush on her face, the wide eyes and slightly parted lips, equal parts flustered surprise and burgeoning desire—oh, the satisfaction he derived from being the cause of such sweet expression.

“It’s such a miserable, dreary day, Mistress, and I’ve been terribly bored. Now I find myself feeling a bit peckish, so, if you’re amenable, I thought perhaps we could have a quick snack. And you know, while we’re at it, I’d like to introduce you to a rather interesting little game I've come up with…”

#accidental mistress #oraion the allergic incubus #noelle the awkward witch #snz ocs #snz fic #snzfic #snzblr #snz #snz kink #sneeze fic #sneeze kink

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viciouslyfilthy · 2 months

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(( @xx-honkhonk-xx silly OC Valentine's thing for my best friend!! Although this turned out to be awfully long + I'm still gonna be here correcting spelling mistakes I might've missed ejdndn ))

Feel Good.

' The Lovers. '

René Magritte (1928)

Love forever, love is free

Let's turn forever, you and me

Windmill, windmill for the land

Is everybody in?

' LETTER FOR YOU, VANYA, MY AMAZING WIFE. LETTER FOR YOU, WHATEVER YOUR NAME WAS, MY FAVORITE BOSS. LETTER FOR YOU, CORNELIUS, MY BELOVED SNAKE BOYFRIEND. LETTER FOR YOU, GEORGINA, THE BEST WATER DISPENSER A MAN COULD ASK FOR IN HIS LIFE. LETTER FOR YOU, MIC AND CAM. LETTER FOR YOU, RANDOM CITIZEN THAT GAVE ME CARAMEL APPLES ON SATURDAY OF YEAR 2000, AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, LETTER FOR YOU, ROK ROCK THAT SITS BY MY HOME EVERY DAY. -> MY NUMBER ONE PAPARAZZI !!! '

It was the third 'to do list' the man had made, the previous two having fallen victim to delirious scribbling as their user would grow increasingly manic, filled with energy, that he'd end up tearing through the paper with his pen, or scribble all over the entire page.

It was a very special day, and everything needed to be perfect. Every single microscopic thing.

Valentine's Day was Richard Hardwick's favorite day, his favorite time of worship: the day of love. The day where you exchanged gifts and spent time with your loved ones. Well... at least he intended to spend time with one person in particular that he actually gave a fuck about. His workplace? Don't be silly, nobody likes that; and besides, he only put up a facade so he would be the most liked individual, you'd be an imbecile if you genuinely thought he cared about your feelings. He was far better than you, so you best know your place. His wife? Sure yeah they were friends, but obviously it wasn't about her! What do you think this is, a Disney film?

No, no... the one that deserved Mx. Hardwick's full focus was that snake chef. The star of the lost episode 'Mornings with Dick Hard, episode 150: penetrating the cryptid's lair' (the episode of his show had gone 'lost' because the burial spots of the Cornelius' sacrificial victims had been recorded in it, so he threw the VHS tape down into the never-ending depths of the pit he had within his cave-palace).

And towards that snake is exactly where he was headed as he shoved sloppy love letters, full of words that were emptier than his pockets after Black Friday, in the confused hands of all who would pass by him. Some were puzzled, others saw stars at recieving something from their beloved idol and occasionally porn star, The Mx. Hardwick.

He'd spent the past two weeks just writing letters, copying and pasting the same words on each one. Of course he passed by his workplace to do the exact same process; he went to the houses of friends or anyone he had ever slightly interacted with after managing to find their location (them asking how he found their home address begun to grow quite annoying after the third time! Why couldn't they just be grateful he chose to waste time showing up in person so they could bask in his presence on such a holy day?!). And finally... the main event. Cornelius' cave-palace... Oh, he had it all so well-planned out already!

"HAPPY ST.'S VALENTINE'S DAY, SLAG!" he shouted into the cave, causing his words to echo- followed by him blowing a party whistle.

"CORNEEEEEEELIUS! OI, WHERE ARE YA?! BIG DAY TODAY. I'VE PLANNED IT ALLLLL OUT! WE'RE ON A TIGHT SCHEDULE! I'VE GOT MY CAMERA CHARGED TO RECORD EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF-" he continued to loudly shout and make his presense clearer than staring at the Sun, until the serpent was standing in front of him with a furious expression as his snake-half quickly wrapped around the man and covered his mouth to get him to shut his infernal yap.

"Will you quit ssscreaming!?" He aggressively whispered as his face inched closer to the man. Richard nodded, and was granted his freedom once again- proceeding to shove 10 different letters in his partner's hands, followed by two boxes of chocolates and the largest bouquet of flowers he could find. Not once did Richard wipe that God damn smile off his face.

Versy's face immediately softened up as a smile appeared on his own face.

"Ooh! Why, thank you... How generouss~" the snake purred, needing his tail's aid to hold all that stuff.

"I've prepared you quite a few giftsss as well~" He added.

"More shedded skin??" Richard bluntly asked, "You didn't tear it off piece by piece this time did you? That bodypillow of mine needs a friend back home."

"What?! No! I've cooked for you!"

"Oh."

"And I might have gotten you ssome jewelry..."

"Oooh! Thank you, thank you! I absolutely love it! I shall unbox and review them at once!"

"I haven't even showed you the giftsss yet." Versy pouted as he attempted to open a chocolate box with one hand.

"There's no time for that. We've GOT to go to the local Lover's Lane, RIGHT NOW. In my SUV. so we can save space and have enough space to fornicate at exactly 10 PM right after our romantic dinner at Sloppy Joe's. You will ask me if I had plastic surgery and I'll tell you yes, and you'll compliment me and say-"

"Richard." Versy tried to interrupt.

"Yes! You'll say: Richard, my love, apple of my eye- you've turned into the most SPECTACULAR and beatiful man England's even given birth to! And I'll gasp and fake tear-up before saying-"

The salesman's controlling script planning was cut short by the serpent stuffing a couple of chocolates into his mouth.

"You wish. Everyone knowss I'm the most handssome, besides I think in the passt I've fully complied with you a total amount of zero. And it'ss been years since you've had sssurgery! You look the ssame as the day I've met you, mate."

"...Awe you cawwing me ugly and fat?" Rich muffled as he chewed and gulped down the treats he'd been given, his lips still pursed into a smile.

"No! I'm- ugh! Jusst hear me out, you wanker! YOU are going to ssit your arssse down in the kitchen and enjoy the gifts I've made you firsst. Then we'll go along with whatever you did."

"But-"

"Ah! Nuh-uh. ss Zip it. Go." He ordered like he was telling a dog what to do as he pointed downwards, towards a specific door.

Rich remained 'zipped' for exactly one minute, just silently observing his serpentine companion, always smiling. This would be unsettling to the average person, but neither of these two were average people.

"Well, gee! Why didn't you just say so before?" The man declared in his deadpan cheerful television-presenting tone, beginning his descent deeper into the snake's home.

"What do you think I've been trying to do sssince you barged in my home screaming?" Cornelius sighed in relief before following the man along.

"A man can only focus on so much. I couldn't hear you over the sound of my excitement."

...

Cornelius had prepared quite the brunch for his partner! As per usual, he went all out: steak with peppercorn sauce, mashed potatoes with pork chops, a heart-shaped strawberry cheesecake and cupcakes decorated with frosting to resemble Richard's face.

...yeah, screw the 'celebrity diet' he was attempting to do again, he had completely forgotten he was supposed to be more excited about the jewelry than the food he was trying to stray away from, how could he if Mr. Hutchinson would always make it look so bloody inviting?! The TV star moved like a zombie (or a robot) as he practically circled over the table like a fly, where to even begin?

"It's beautiful, thank you!" his voice remained with the exact same cheery-monotone, but there was a hint of genuine appreciation this time.

His stomach had been aching a while, so far only having had a 'Valentine's breakfast' with his wife at 6 AM; he didn't feel hunger as per usual- but regardless of that, it was clear he was hungry as he impulsively went to stuff himself with a cupcake, followed by a pork chop. He didn't seem to care much about mixing up foods that really don't go well together- such as that, or mashed potatoes and cheesecake...

'It's okay.' He'd remind himself, it's a special day and he's allowed to eat more than what he'd usually allow himself. A cheat day.

Versy smiled, seeing the man eat, clasping his hands together and just admiring his handsome partner! Not as handsome as him though.

...

He felt they'd stayed at Versy's home too long, too long! Two whole hours! Just eating and looking at all the pretty gems he'd gotten as a gift, and groping and licking the man's snake half, and admiring himself in the mirror with his new rings, and brushing his hair, and adjusting his tie over again! This wasn't how it was meant to go! Even though the restaurant reservation was at 6 PM... and it was currently only 1 PM, Richard acted as though they were going to be late for sure. The entire ride the man would ramble about how they should have been at Lover's Lane hours ago and overall reacted as if his house was about to be set on fire. Cornelius, on the other hand, seemed to be completely immune to the man's hysteria. Lets one only imagine how often he had to deal with this exact same behaviour.

First, he'd parked in front of his workplace to have lunch number two with his boss, significantly smaller than what his partner'd made him, which he was successful to finish this time. Then, visiting his water cooler dispenser again, just making sure she was okay. He felt sick already with all this running up and down, that usually doesn't happen until 4 PM!

The dinner date was a disaster. His preferred dish there was apparently 'out of stock', damn incompetent bitches. And to add insult to injury- Cornelius was not following the script! He was supposed to talk more than he ate! Like he did! And oh... oh, worst of all! His camera had ran out of battery! Now how was he supposed to record the rest of his special day?! Perhaps he shouldn't have kept it actively recording since this morning...

The Lover's Lane evening also didn't go too well... at least not according to Mx. Hardwick's plans. What with Cornelius spending more time poisoning and devouring couples that annoyed him by being noisy than trying to help Richard record his next sex tape somehow! You could tell the man's perpetual mask was beginning to crack since nothing seemed to be going his way on a day he absolutely needed it to be going his way. Growing more and more anxious with each passing moment.

"I cannot believe you!" Richard spat once they returned to Versy's home.

"What?! Not like you cared about those people!"

"I'm not talking about those lowlife mingers at the Lane, you absolute nutter!" The TV celebrity barked, maintaining his smile, although his expression from the eyes-up was complete fury.

Cornelius raised his monobrow in surprise, remaining silent. Richard continued:

"You-.. everything's ruined!"

The snake's surprise turned into unamusement, his monobrow now partly raised as he crossed his arms.

"I could not picture the day going any worse! I-I wasn't supposed to eat that much! Now my diet's ruined! And my camera! I couldn't even record our dinner date! And you..." he pointed towards the serpent, getting closer to him and pulling him down by the collar to reach his height and lowering his pink-tinted glasses to reveal his gaze, so the snake could look into his abnormally large, empty, soulless pupils; this was the first time his smile slightly faded, barely cracking as he said the following:

"You didn't even bring up my plastic surgery! All you did was eat, you ball of lard!"

Cornelius chuckled, "that'sss the point of a bloody restaurant, love." He wrapped his tail around the man's waist, catching him off guard for a moment so he could take his chance to continue speaking before him.

"I think you've, ah, ssspent too much time trying to make the day out to be sso 'perfect', that I don't believe you've had the time to enjoy one bit of it."

"No shit! Do you have any idea how busy a television Star is on a daily basis?!"

"I do."

"Wh- you do?"

"No, not really, ss."

That kind of left the man short circuiting for a brief moment. Cornelius continues:

"Well, I've enjoyed my day! It wasss quite the trip~"

"You did? Oh, of course you did! I did too. But what about..."

"Ssscrew your sscript, Richard! Jusst let things happen, the day wasn't 'ruined'. "

"..."

Cornelius paused, his monobrow furrowing before he actually processed what was said earlier. "Pardon? You enjoyed your day, but you didn't? Did I hear correctly?"

"Exactly! Today was my day and I did not fully enjoy it!"

The serpent squinted, mouth slightly left agape, "At all?"

Richard raised both brows and gasped, as if deeply offended, "what're you, nutty?? Of course I enjoyed it! But I needed it to be PER-FUCKING-FECT! So I could enjoy it even more!"

"Sssatan give me sstrenght. Dramatic much? ...instead of picking away at the minuscule inconveniencess, why don't you jusst enjoy the fact that you had a good day, and you are with me! Greatest honor of all!" Cornelius smiled, somewhat strained, gently wrapping his tail around Rich. The other man remained unphased, immobile. Stressfully smiling also.

"Ugh. Sure, yeah yeah. But do you even know who I am? Richard Hardwick doesn't do 'inconveniences'! It's either this, or that. No in-between!"

"Do you know who I am? The greatessst chef of the 19th century, and the mosst feared killer of it's times, sstanding right before you in the flesh. And not even I complain thiss much."

"That's because you don't know what being a TV celebrity is like, knucklehead."

Aaaand the arguing went back and forth, forth and back. Going from how difficult modern technology was to understand- to how technology and attention on the internet and on the news is the only way of living. Opposites attracting eachother much?

Alas, after spending the day practically emotionally isolated from one another as they acted as though they cared, it seemed that finally they both got some closure; currently cuddling as the snake coiled in on himself, holding the obnoxious little man with him. It was odd seeing him not smiling at all and being uncharacteristically quiet; he miraculously seemed to calm down enough to sleep.

At the end of the day, their love was strange in a unique way; there was no space in either of their hearts for anyone else but their individual selves. Nothing would matter more to Richard than Richard. Nothing would matter more to Cornelius than Cornelius. And yet, they tolerated eachother just enough to bond, if only a little.

#the serpent ( cornelius )#HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!! I HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GREAT DAY #suggestive cw #manipulation cw?#kinda ig since richard tries to be controlling of the situation djdjd #food tw #eating disorder tw

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hollabastiongirl · 7 months

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Monday Six (thousand, minus about 5k)

tagged by @ornstein

I could indeed give six lines of a WIP I've been ignoring for months and months at this point, but instead I'm gonna post a thousand or so words of a piece that I never intend to finish, but amused me to write as an exercise nonetheless since I haven't written much at all for the My Hero fandom before. What follows is a strange mix of goofy and angsty, but I figure I may as well post it somewhere so it'll stop sitting accusingly in my drafts. Thanks for the tag, ornstein, and here I'll tag @nightfallrevel @snarkyauthor @castershellwrites & anyone else that wants to share six (or however many, go wild) lines of a WIP.

"Holy fuck," Katsuki blurts suddenly and rather loudly, because for all that he's been a fucking ace at everything he's tried since he was old enough to walk, he somehow still hasn't mastered the art of volume control, "I'm in love with that little shit."

From across the library table that they're (reluctantly, on Katsuki's part) sharing, Todoroki barely reacts. He scribbles down a few more meticulously crafted notes on the bullshit hero politics course they're being forced to take and says, quiet and distracted, "I should hope so. Haven't you been together for awhile now?"

"What??? No?"

Katsuki screeching at near-maximum volume is apparently enough to actually get the bastard's full attention, as heterochromatic eyes deign to lift away from the neat scrawl on his notebook paper in order to level him with a look that's more flat than anything, but skirts the edges of annoyance all the same. Guy's a freak like that, and Katsuki can't figure out how he does it. "Come on, Bakugou. I'm not blind. Or deaf. He gushes about you and your supposed 'manliness' all the time."

"WHAT," Katsuki shouts, because seriously, what. The librarian shoots him a nasty look and he just barely resists the burning urge to give her the finger. That hag has some serious pull around here, as he unfortunately learned the last time he pissed her off and received two full weeks of detention for his efforts—most of which he had to spend being one of Dominatrix-sensei's personal bitch boys. And if that wasn't bad enough, Ball Head had served almost as many detentions as Katsuki had. He still shudders just thinking about that whole fiasco. Not fucking worth it. He manages to lower his voice to hiss, "are you actually talking about Kirishima right now," right at Todoroki's stupid, blank face.

"Well, yes. Who else would I be talking about?" IcyHot pauses with a blink upwards, as though an alternate answer will drop from the ceiling and bash him over his stupid candy-cane colored head if he thinks about it hard enough (likely not, but Katsuki might hit him anyway. On principle). None is apparently forthcoming, so he glances back at Katsuki with a shrug. "But from your reaction, I'm assuming I'm off the mark. So…Kaminari?"

Shit, now that's just insulting. To both of them, even. Katsuki would be willing to bet serious cash that they'd both rather drop dead than somehow fall in love with each other. This idiot, he thinks. What a goddamn joke.

"NO, dumbass. Not Dunce-Face."

"...Sero?"

There comes a flash of something that could be interesting to consider in Todoroki's mismatched eyes as he mentions the Human Tape Dispenser, or would be if only Katsuki wasn't preoccupied with NOT leaping across the table to strangle this dumb bastard with his bare hands. Instead, he very calmly says, in his calmest voice, really, really calmly, "ARE YOU STUPID. NO. IT'S DEKU, YOU FUCKING HALF-N-HALF WIT."

"If I'm a half and half wit, doesn't that actually imply I'm a whole wi—"

"For fuck's sake," Katsuki cuts him off with a groan, letting his forehead drop against the cool wooden grain of their study table with a thunk. He'd rather glare a hole through the tabletop right now on the off chance he suddenly develops the ability to explode people (Todoroki, namely) with his eyes. He can't afford to add a manslaughter charge onto his current list of problems. Being in love with Deku is problem enough.

Actually, it's probably the biggest problem he's ever had.

"Are you….okay?" Turd-oroki asks him, seeming curiously wary but looking more constipated than anything. The words sound strange as they pass through the space between them, strained and sour as though Strawberry Shortcake is having some sort of sudden internal crisis about the idea of trying to comfort Katsuki, of all people. Can't really blame him. Katsuki doesn't know how to comfort himself, either. Never has. "You seem…off."

"Off." Katsuki huffs, though he doesn't bother denying it. "Brilliant fuckin' analysis. Screw being a hero, you should be a goddamn therapist."

There's a pause, like either Todoroki is actually considering a career change or maybe just considering bashing Katsuki over the head with his textbook to put them both out of their misery, and then he says, quietly and with palpable concern, "you seem really off. You didn't even tell me to go to hell just now."

"Go to hell," Katsuki mumbles after the fact. Any vitriol that would otherwise sharpen his voice is tempered by the way his cheek is still smushed morosely against the table. Even Katsuki can't remain intimidating while feeling so pathetic, though he can't bring himself to care much. Not when he feels like this, sick and hot and twisted up inside. "Eat shit and die. Shut the fuck up and get out."

Todoroki ignores all that, which…fair. "Do you…want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Are you sure?" As Katsuki finally sits up, all the better to glare at him, IcyHot leans forward a bit and gives him the single most horrifying look of commiseration Katsuki's ever experienced in his shitty life. He's obviously trying to empathize with Katsuki in some way, and even seems to be managing it, and this is… Well, it's too pathetic to stand any longer. He doesn't want to have this conversation. He can't believe he'd been stupid enough to open his fat mouth and blurt this shit out in the first place. Why can't he ever keep his fuckin' mouth shut when it counts?

He does keep it shut, now. He can't think of a thing to say. Nothing that doesn't make him sound like a lovesick loser. Instead, he meets Todoroki's probing gaze and shrugs. He can't be sure of anything, anymore.

Under the table, Katsuki's hands ball into tight fists, fingernails digging savagely into his palms. It eases some of the tension in him as the skin breaks, as though the confusion and longing and misery he's stubbornly holding inside is escaping through the cuts little by little, like air from a sad, deflating pool toy.

He feels a bit like that, right now. Collapsing into himself and wilting from the steady force of gravity. Inescapable. Inevitable. Inexorable. A weight that doesn't push, but pulls—a force that reels you in so gently that you barely even notice it's happening. Not until you're already falling.

#bakudeku #bkdk #this was just for fun so Bakugou may seem a little over the top #none of this was thought through i was just going for it #so sorry for any ooc-ness if you actually end up reading this #trying to get a feel for his voice and all that #this was never gonna see the light of day but I enjoy rebelling against myself like that

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punz4lyfe · 2 years

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Pokemon Journeys Episode 117 Review

Pokemon Journeys Episode 117. Let’s review:

Once again, another better battle than Leon vs. Alain.

The whole fight between Iris and Cynthia absolutely oozed with good pacing, spectacular strategies, and great demonstration of character from both sides. On Iris’ part, it was a nice touch having her use the Pokemon she’s had the closest bonds with (Haxorus, Excadrill, and the eternal-jobber Dragonite) and for Cynthia, it was great seeing more depth of her battling side, showing just how tactical and ruthless she truly is. (and the fact that she keeps her Keystone in a lipstick dispenser that she applies upon activation is just iconic) And when things got to Haxorus and Garchomp, it was really amazing callback to their previous battle when the former was just an Axew.

It was additionally fantastic to see Cynthia suffer some losses on her side and see her ever so slightly get frustrated during the heat of battle. Many people LOVE saying that she’s some kind of undefeatable, untouchable queen when NO people, she isn’t. Just play literally any game she’s fightable in.

Outside of that, it was nice seeing the other Master 8 members comment over both trainers as they battled. I mean, seriously, who’d ever imagine Alain talking about Iris? And like last time, Team Rocket’s commentary over the battle was super great, as they talked about how proud they were if their former adversary being the Champion of Unova and how far she’s grown. Hop’s reaction to Ash knowing a lot for both Iris and Cynthia due to past adventure and Goh just being casually used to it himself was also very funny. And of course, seeing Alder, Trip, Georgia, Stephan, Bianca, Drayden, Reggie, Volkner, and Flint watch over the fight were all nice cameos. Strangely no Cilan, though, I’m just gonna give the anime the benefit of doubt and assume they have something planned for him later.

The one thing I didn’t like was the episode’s ending, more specifically, Ash “comforting” Iris. It started out great at first with Ash silently leaving Goh and Hop to make his way to Iris and talk with her, but what we got afterwards was honestly quite lackluster. Iris cries, Ash says some things, Goh shows up, and then everything’s all cool and chill. There really should’ve been some more to it, like Ash and Iris so that the latter could have both physical and emotional support during a low point in life and Ash’s words having a bit more meaning to them, like calling back to all of his previous league losses. Ash would say that his losses stung at first, but he didn’t let them bring him and he just kept competing, eventually leading him to become Alola’s Champion, and the same is destined for Iris; she would go through her losses, but as long she doesn’t give up, she’ll become the greatest Dragon Master in no time.

With all of that said, I’d give this episode a 9/10. Great battle and character interaction, only knocked a point down by a lackluster ending. Can’t wait to see Ash vs. Steven... whenever chance I get. Going on a one-week vacation tomorrow, so who knows when I’ll be able to see it.

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March - Road Trip

Pairing: Jason Hayes x Mandy Ellis

Warnings: Deployments, Careers, Pregnancy

Words: 3830

Summary: What happened in J-Bad doesn't stay in J-Bad. And a back-to-school road trip.

In a Discord group I belong to, there was a post for a "Year of the OTP" challenge for 2023.

Disclaimer: This is fanfic work; no money is being made from this story. All recognizable characters belong to their respective creative authors, studios or producers.

Exhaustion curses through Mandy’s veins as she enters the front door. Dropping her duffle bag at the base of the stairs, she tosses her keys into the bowl on the entryway table. Slowly, she makes her way to the kitchen, where she grabs a tall glass from a cabinet and fills it with water from the dispenser in the refrigerator door. Gingerly she sips the water.

The last five months have been a world win. First, she went to J-Bad with Bravo team. A week before Bravo’s deployment ended, she and Jason crossed a line. Afterward, they both agreed what happens in J-Bad stays in J-Bad. Then when the team returned home to Va Beach, the CIA redirected her to Turkey. It was supposed to have been a two-week stint; instead, it lasted eight long weeks. But, now, she was finally home.

She had been able to stay in touch with members of Bravo during her time in Turkey. She knew Jason had stepped down as Bravo 1 when the two-week post-deployment leave was over. She also knew Bravo was having a challenging adjustment period without Jason at the helm. During their last Skype call, they agreed to meet for lunch at the Taco Truck for burritos, a post-deployment tradition.

Mandy pulls into a parking spot at the food truck plaza. Scanning the picnic benches, she spots Jason sitting by the La Esquinita Taco Truck. As Mandy approaches Jason, seeing two paper plates with burritos and a couple of beers waiting on the table. Jason gets up from his seat when she is a few feet away; he pulls her into a tight embrace when she is close. Together they sit down, pick up their burritos and touch them. They each take a bite out of their burritos. After a few bites in, Mandy puts down the burrito; taking a few deep breaths, she hopes the sudden nausea will dissipate. But she rushes from the table to a nearby trash can when it doesn't. Mandy makes it just in time to hunch over, retching into the can. A few minutes later, she feels a large warm hand rubbing circles on her back. He hands her some napkins and a bottle of water when she straightens. When she is sure nothing else will come up, she walks back to the table, Jason following behind her. Noting that her skin is taking a green hue, Jason picks up the plates of food and tosses them in the trash. Sitting across from her, he watches her sip from the bottle.

“You feeling better?” Jason asks, concern in his voice.

Mandy smiles, “Yeah, I’m ok. Just tired. It’s been a long few months.”

“Will you get some downtime before coming back to Bravo?”

I won’t be coming back. I’ve tendered my resignation. The biggest reason is that my demons are catching up with me.”

“I thought we agreed, what happens in J-Bad, stays in J-Bad,” Jason states definitively.

“So, as always. Ignore and Override?” Mandy questions.

“Yes, Ignore and Override. That’s how we get through this.”

“I…Can’t do this anymore. It’s catching up with me.” Mandy bites out.

“What about the commitment to serve?”

“Until when Jason? All in, all the time. It doesn’t leave room for the people we care for or us.”

“Yeah, right. What are you gonna do? You gonna sit at home and play Mortal Kombat? Cause that’s not what we do.” He insists.

Mandy takes a sip from her water bottle, collecting her thoughts for a second. “We just cut the head off a snake. Tomorrow another snake is gonna slither out from some other fucking rock, and on and on. It’s never going to Fucking end….”

Jason chimes in, “You’re gonna find them. I’m gonna kill the. It’s that simple. If we don't do it, who’s gonna do it, Mandy?”

Mand growls, “Someone else. People were doing this job before us, and there will be people doing this long after we are gone. This fight is never ending, so there will always be someone there to do that. That doesn't mean it has to be us.”

Jason laughs, “Really? Someone else? You’ve been in this way too long to believe you’re comfortable with that answer.”

“You’re right, But going to have to learn to be comfortable with it.”

“Yeah?” Jason questions with a raised eyebrow.

“I was a teenager when I got in. We’d just been hit. The path ahead seemed so clear and so right, and twenty years later, all the loss, all the bloodshed. I…CAN’T…DO…THIS…ANYMORE!”

“Whoa,” Jason states, holding both hands up in surrender. When he sees Mandy has calmed again, he continues, “I get that you’ve hit some bumps over the last year or so. But this can’t have been the only time you’ve had some ops go bad. So, what else am I missing? Because this is who you are. It’s who we are.”

“It’s not who I want to be anymore,” Mandy replies, an errant tear escaping and streaking down her cheek as she sniffles.

“Ok, then, who do you want to be, Mandy? Tell me.”

“I don’t have all the answers, Jason. But I have to do this now.”

“What do you mean you have to do this now?”

“If I don’t do this now, if I don’t, walk away now. I’m gonna lose myself forever. And if I stay, you’re gonna talk me out of it. I have too much at stake. I’m not going to let that happen.”

“What the fuck could possibly be so important?” Jason asks, his voice laced with frustration.

Mandy lets out a tired sigh, “This isn’t how I wanted to tell you. But I’m pregnant.”

Jason sits there quietly, staring at her. Not sure he’d heard her correctly, “Are you sure?”

Mandy chuckles, “Yeah, I’m sure. However, the positive pregnancy test, all-day sickness, and food aversion solidified my suspicions. So, it seems what happened in J-Bad came home with us… Also, to be clear, I’m having this baby, Jason. I’m leaving how involved you want to be up to you.”

“That’s my kid. I’m not going anywhere. Have you been to a doctor?”

“I have, I’m about eleven weeks along, and everything looks good on the ultrasound.” Reaching into her purse, she pulls an image out and slides it across the picnic table to him. “Here is a copy of the ultrasound picture for you.”

Jason picks it up carefully, immediately recognizing that the blob in the center of the image is their child. With that realization, he lets out a pained groan.

“What?” Mandy asks, worried.

“I’m gonna have to tell Emma and Mickey…I’m gonna have to tell my teenage kids they are going to get a younger sibling. This is not gonna be a fun conversation. Especially as I gave Emma a refresher safe sex speech before the deployment.”

Mandy tries to stave off a chuckle that quickly develops into a full-body laugh, “You master chief gave Emnma a safe sex speech?”

“Yuck it up. Cause I’m not telling the kids by myself. You’re doing this with me.”

Mandy abruptly stops laughing. “What are you talkin’ about?”

“You and me,” he states, pointing at each of them for emphasis, “are a team. I have your back; you have mine. It’s why we work so well together. Why mess with what works?”

“Fine, but you’re telling Bravo Team on your own. Cause while you’re telling them, I’ll be telling Naima. I’m gonna need to talk to someone who’s not only done this before but has done this with a tier-one operator. Knowing how you guys operate, standard rules probably don't apply.”

Jason smirks at, “Sure. You got yourself a deal.” He then takes a swig of his beer, “I have the long weekend off. Do you want to join the kids and me on a road trip?”

“As long as the kids don’t mind, I’d love to join you. When are you leaving?”

“As soon as you’re packed. We planned to hit the road once we finished your re-entry lunch.” Jason admits.

After lunch, Jason followed Mandy home, where she packed a weekend bag before piling into Jason’s Truck and heading to his apartment. She noted a couple of potted plants by his front door when they pulled up. Getting out, they were greeted a the front door by Emma. Emma grins, stepping forward to hug Mandy, “Please tell me you’re joining us on the road trip?”

Mandy smiles, returning Emma’s hug. “Yeah, I’ll be joining you guys. So where is this trip to? Your dad didn’t tell me.”

Emma links her arm with Mandy and guides her into the kitchenette, where Mickey is packing a cooler.

Jason follows behind them, “so, are we ready to go?”

“Yeah, bags are by the front door. And the cooler is backed.” Mickey states.

“Alright, help me get everything in the back of the truck,” Jason asks his son. “Everyone, hit the head before we get on the road.” He adds as he leaves the room.

“Dad,” Emma and Mickey both groan.

Mandy just chuckles, watching the family go. Subconsciously she places a hand on her abdomen, this is her child’s family, and she can’t help but smile at that.

Emma caught Mandy’s movement, unsure if she should articulate the burning question; instead, she answered Mandy’s earlier one. “We are heading up to Windham, New York. We’re driving to drop Mickey off at Brighton Academy, his boarding school. Then you and Dad will drop me off at Tish.” Emma explained.

Mandy chuckles as she follows Emma out. Jason honks the horn of the truck as Emma locks the door. Father and son are waiting on them. Emma climbs in the back seat, joining Mickey while Mandy climbs into the passenger seat.

“So, are we driving straight through or stopping for the night when you get tired?” She asks Jason teasingly.

Mickey and Emma started chuckling before Jason could form a response.

“Picking on me already? Wow, why did I ask you to join us again?” He asks Mandy with a wink.

Mandy grins, folds her hands under her chin, and flutters her eyelashes, “Because you like me.”

“Cute,” Jason gripes. “We’re stopping for the night in Philly.”

“Grandma and gramps are expecting us for dinner,” Mickey chimes in.

“Oh,” Mandy murmurs, unsure if she’s ready to meet the parents, as it were. Granted, she’d met Linda Hayes once shortly after Alana’s death.

Meanwhile, Emma links the Spotify app on her phone with the truck’s sound system and Bon Jovi’s ‘Blaze of Glory.’ Within minutes all three members of the Hayes family are singing along enthusiastically. Mandy shakes her head in amusement.

“Come on, Mandy! You have to sing along too!” Emma exclaims from her seat.

After some encouragement from Mickey and Jason, Mandy joins in, and the quartet sings several songs together. Three hours in, they stop to refuel on gas and take a bathroom break.

Once he’s refueled the truck, Jason pulls into a space on the side of the gas station. Nearby is a small grass field that Mickey runs off with Emma’s Reese's peanut butter cups. She chases after him yelling, “Give them back, Mickey!”

Mandy laughs, shaking her head as Jason lowers the tailgate on the back of his truck. Together they take a seat watching the two teens chase each other.

“You ok?” Jason asks, noticing how quiet Mandy has become.

“Yeah, it just hit me earlier. It’s not just us. But those two,” Mandy nods to the teens, “will be this baby’s family.”

“They’ll be your family too, not just the babys’,” Jason tells her, giving her shoulder a slight nudge with his own.

“I’ve told you about my family history; since my mom died, I’ve had no family, which is daunting. Not to mention, we didn't exactly have a great relationship before she died.”

“You’ve interrogated terrorists. Seen some of the worst of humanity. My kids are harmless by comparison.”

“What about your parents? I wasn't exactly prepared for this road trip to include that. Not to mention do they know I’m coming to dinner?”

Jason looks at her sheepishly, “My mom will be happy to get another grandkid to love and spoil. My dad…” Jason shrugs his shoulders. “After Mickey and I loaded the last things in the truck, I called my mom, so she knows you’re with us.”

“Speaking of Mickey and Emma, when do you plan on telling them about the baby?”

Jason chuckles, “How Emma’s been watching you, I think she suspects something.”

“What do you mean?” Many asks apprehensively.

Grinning, “You’ve been distracted in your own head. That’s understandable... But that's not normal. You’ve been placing your hand on your stomach a lot.”

“Oh,” Mandy replies, not realizing how out of character she’s acted. Mandy lays her head on his shoulder and yawns. The excitement of the day catching up with her.

“Look, why don’t I tell them before we hit the road? Your nerves look frayed, and you’re obviously tired. Get in the truck and take a nap. I’ll wake you when we hit the outskirts of Philly.” Jason suggested.

Mandy agrees with a slight nod of her head. He places his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. She nestles her head into his shoulder, letting his inherent warmth seep in, the smell of his aftershave soothing her.

Leaning down, he places a soft kiss against her temple, “It’s gonna be alright.”

Caught in their own bubble, neither adult notices the teens watching them from the grassy field. Several minutes go by, then Mandy pulls away slowly. Jason helps her down from the tailgate.

Jason watches Mandy climb into the truck before jogging over to his kids. He snatches the last Reese’s peanut butter cup from Mickey’s hand and pops it into his mouth. Both kids simultaneously yelling, “Hey!”

“Are we getting back on the road, dad?” Mickey asks.

“In a bit, but I need to talk to you about something. Jason then points to some picnic tables. The trio saunter to the table, each taking a seat.

“What’s up, dad? Is this about Mandy?” Emma asks, getting straight to the point.

Jason claps his hands together and shakes his head, “I told Mandy that you were suspicious of something being up.”

“So something is going on?” Emma pushes, not allowing Jason any slack.

“Are you guys dating?” Mickey asks, finally joining Emma with the questions.

“Yes, something is going on. No, Mandy and I aren't dating. I’m not sure what we’re doing.” Jason finishes with a sigh taking a hand to rub the back of his neck.

“Well, you two are something, or you wouldn't have brought her on the road trip?” Emma nudges.

“Especially since we’re stopping at Grandma and Grandpa’s house for dinner.” Mickey tosses in.

“That’s all true….” Jason pauses, unsure how to continue.

Seeing her father struggle for words, Emma takes pity on him and asks, “Is Mandy pregnant? Are we getting a sibling?” She smirks at him.

“Emma!” Mickey exclaims at her questions.

“Yeah, Mandy’s pregnant. The baby’s mine. So, in roughly six and a half months, you’ll get a baby brother or sister.” Jason admits.

“Umm, weren’t you the one giving Emma the safe sex speech before your last deployment?” Mickey can't help but ask.

Jason glares at his son. But before he can respond, Emma chimes in.

“Wait! That means she’s like three months pregnant. Three months ago, you were still in J-Bad. You two hooked up on deployment?” She pauses for a moment. “Isn’t that against the rules, Master Chief Hayes?” She asks teasingly, wanting to get a little revenge.

Jason groans, “Enough. I’m not gonna get into the details of what happened between Mandy and me in J-Bad.”

“UGH!” Mickey exclaims a look of disgust on his face.

“Dad, trust me, we don't want the details of how our sibling was conceived,” she shudders. She briefly looks at her brother before continuing. “We love you, dad, and as long as you’re happy, that's all we want. It seems like Mandy and this baby could be a chance for you to be happy. We want that for you.”

“Dad, mom’s been gone, and she would want you to be happy. That’s all she ever wanted for us. Plus, with you stepping down from actively deploying with Bravo Team, you’ll be able to be around more and help Mandy. I know you have regretted being deployed so much when we were little. You have another chance to do things differently.” Mickey adds.

In the truck, Mandy grabbed Jason’s discarded Flyers hoodie and folded it into a pillow. She didn't wake up when the others came back. The kids put on their headphones and returned to their electronic devices while Jason pulled back onto the road.

Many startles awake to a hand gently nudging her shoulder. Stretching languidly in her seat, she then curls back in on herself. Pulling the hoodie from where it's wedged, she pulls it tightly around herself like a shield as a source of warmth and comfort.

“We’re about twenty minutes from my folk's places,” Jason advises as he changes lanes to get off at the next exit.

“Ok,” Mandy mumbles as she tries to stifle a yawn.

Sitting up, she lowers the visor, wincing when she sees her reflection in the mirror. Her hair had come out of its loose ponytail and now stood in a static halo. She notes that the bags under her eyes are less pronounced but remain present. The exhaustion from deployment, the last few weeks on extra assignment, and the changes going through her body due to the pregnancy still taking their toll on her body.

In the mirror, Mandy sees Emman hand her a brush, “thanks,” she tells her, a wane smile on her face.

Running the brush through her hair Mandy combs out the tangles and pulls it back into a ponytail. Turning in her seat, she hands the brush back to Emma, “thanks,” she states again, this time the smile on her face reaching her eyes.

“No problem, we girls got to stick together,” Emma replies, stowing the brush in her bag. “Speaking of, when do we find out if we’re getting a little brother or sister? Personally, I’m hoping it's a girl. One stinky little brother is more than enough.”

“Hey!” Mickey yells with indignation, “I don't stink!”

“Your hockey duffle bag tells a different tale,” Emma insists, reaching and ruffling his hair while he tries to swat away her hand.

“Knock it off, you two.” Jason grumps from the driver's seat, used to their antics.

Uncontrollable laughter bubbles up from Mandy’s core; she tries to suppress it. Her body shakes for a moment and then bursts out. Causing the others to laugh with her.

“The doctor plan on doing an anatomy scan around the time I reach eighteen to twenty weeks, so as long as the baby cooperates, we should find out its gender then. I’m roughly eleven weeks now, so it's still a little ways off.”

“That’s so cool. Will you send us pics and keep us updated?” Mickey asked, full of excitement and curiosity.

“Sure. I can do that.”

Dinner had been a tense and painful affair. It only worsened after she declined the glass of wine with dinner. She had picked at her meal, the tension making her nausea worse. Eventually, she had to excuse herself as the little she ate didn't sit well.

Jason had been in a heated argument with his father. When she returned to the table, which only worsened when Jason revealed her pregnancy, his mother sat in stunned silence as his father abruptly stood and stormed off.

The kids cleared the table and said their goodbyes; now, the quartet was back in the truck heading toward Windham. Mandy reached over the center council, lacing her fingers with Jason’s give them a squeeze in support.

The rest of the drive to Windham was quiet; everyone was lost in their thoughts. When they arrive at Mickey’s school, they get out of the truck; Jason unloads his bags from the truck bed as Emma hugs Mickey tightly.

Mickey then comes over to Mandy, giving her a shy smile. He also offers Mandy a tight hug. “I want to be in the loop. Will you please keep me updated on what's happening?”

As she steps back, Mandy grins, “Of course.” She then unlocks her cell and hands it to him, “Add your contact info.” Mickey grabs and quickly enters his info, But instead of giving it back to Mandy, he hands it to Emma, who also adds her information.

Last, Mickey heads over to Jason. Neither says anything as Jason pulls Mickey into a tight, crushing embrace. Mickey hugs him back just as fiercely. They stay in that position for a moment before pulling apart. Grabbing his duffles, Mickey says “Bye” to everyone before heading for his dorm room.

Climbing in the truck, Emma rests in the back seat and falls asleep within minutes. Getting back on the road, Mandy leans back in her seat and watches Jason. After a few minutes, he glances in her direction, “Why are you staring.?”

“Just thinking about today. It’s been an emotional rollercoaster. How are you holding up?” Mandy asks again as she laces her hand with his on the center console.

“Surprisingly, I’m ok. Yes, you shocked me with your lunchtime revelations. But, us having a kid is not a bad thing, though I can't say I’m looking forward to the ribbing from the guys.” He chuckles, and Mandy sputters to suppress her laugh. “I got to spend time with the kids, and they took the news of getting another sibling well, so that's a win. My mom is excited about getting another grandbaby to spoil. As for my old man, we’ve been butting heads since I was in high school and decided to enlist. I’m sorry for what he said to you and that you had to witness the drama.”

“I’m sorry for causing the drama.”

“That wasn't on you, and had you not been there, we would have gotten into it over something else. He and I don't do well together in the same house, let alone the same room.”

They continue to talk over things for the next two and a half hours, making their way into New York City. Jason mutters a few choice curses under his breath. Emma wakes as Jason puts the truck into Park. It’s almost midnight when he pulls her bags from the truck bed.

Mandy and Emma hug as they say goodbye, the young woman also asking to be updated on all things pregnancy. Mandy steps back, giving father and daughter a moment. She, in turn, pulls out her cell phone and starts looking for a decent hotel where they can sleep for the night.

#Seal Team #Bravo Team #Jason Hayes x Mandy Ellis #Mandy Ellis #Emma Hayes #Mickey Hayes

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beansnpeets · 2 years

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The more I think about it, the less I think I can work a proper full time job. I've never been able to do it without burning out. The longest I was at a job was just shy of 2 years and I left because of shit with my ex and I moved, but at the same time I was in major burnout, due to both the job and also my ex, and every other job after that I have burnt out within like 6 months or less and I just can't do it. Gonna come back to this post later so I can discuss it with my doctor when I have my appointment.

First job at 18: hardware store. Hated it. Was so stressed and burnt out, only worked there for like 9 months. Coworkers were mostly nice, but some were rough to deal with. Expected to constantly be bustling and I was exhausted.

Went to uni for a year: did well academically, didn't feel like it was for me. Stressed. Felt lost and like I had no clue what I was supposed to be doing. Taking random courses to see what I wanted to do, but nothing felt right.

Did photography school: was depressed all year, going through a lot of shit between 2 abusive relationships. Got booted from the program a week before graduation because my grade in ONE class was just below what they wanted.

Worked at previous hardware store again, temporary while they renovated: clashed pretty bad with the store manager, he was a dickhead, requested to be moved to the gas station after the temp position was done.

The gas station: was there for a month and quit because I thought I was moving back home, instead moved to BC.

Grocery store: was a cashier for 3 months, hated that, mentally exhausting, can't stand in one place all day like that, they moved me into the bakery, was there for almost 2 years. My ex developed a coke addiction and cheated on me with my best friend/coworker, he was also a drunk. He had been emotionally abusive and gaslighting me and I was so out of it, I started to forget to pan special orders all the time, baker tried to get me canned, I ended up leaving, but I was the assistant manager when I left.

Worked at a giant tiger: was there for 3 weeks, had a meltdown in the bathroom after a customer accused me of being racist because I asked him to go to the next till because mine was closed because it was my lunch break, but the white lady behind him wasn't listening and came through my till and I kept trying to leave, but nobody saw the "closed" sign and my manager came by and told me not to tell customers to go to another till and to just ring them through and leave when I was done, but the issue being people kept lining up and I ended up going for my lunch an hour late. Rolled my truck on the way home and quit via text the next morning.

My first office job: worked at the RM office for 3 months, tried desperately to do well and fit in, but things just didn't work out in my favour and the lady I was supposed to replace changed her mind and didn't leave and everyone treated me like I was stupid and targeted me constantly for every tiny thing. They fired me right after I started paying for the benefits package. Dick move tbh.

Another grocery store: worked in the bakery decorating cakes and doing morning shift. It suited me fine for the most part, I liked the consistent hours, but was too tired after work to do anything at home, just like every other job I've had. No energy for chores or even fun stuff. Just tired. Worked there for about 9 months, new department manager, she changed my hours and had me on all sorts of random shifts, was different every day and every week. Quit because she refused to follow my availability or hear me out at all.

Another gas station: the kiosk kind. Super laid back and chill. Boss was dope. Spent a lot of time just hanging out, wasn't busy. 6 months in got robbed and it was all downhill from there. Was scared and anxious and uncomfortable. Could no longer stand how customers treated me like a cigarette dispensing robot. They wouldn't say hello or please or thank you. Lasted another 6 months, covid hit and I quit.

Went back to uni: wanted a career and to get out of retail. Made it 3 terms in and burnt out. Failed a marketing course and panicked and quit the program.

And here we are today. I am the animal control officer for my RM and I am seasonal public works. I hardly work any hours, but the politics of the animal control job have been driving me absolutely batty and I want to scream at the CAO every time I have to talk to her. She was also my boss at the office job I had. She's impossible to work with. She constantly ignores boundaries. I don't wanna do the job. Like I need the money, but I wanna quit anyway, it's miserable. I certainly don't want to be public works, but, again, I need the money and animal control doesn't pay enough to live off of. Hell, even WITH public works it isn't enough since I hardly get hours.

I felt like I needed to lay it all out to look at later when I talk to my doctor, maybe to discuss possibly getting me on disability because I can't work a full time job. I can't work 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. It's just too much and retail makes me wanna die, but I can't get into anything else. I can't go back to school, I've tried 3 times and every time it doesn't work out. I'm tired all the time. ALL THE TIME. Even though I've been basically off work and school for MONTHS now I am still tired all the time. Everything feels exhausting and BORING. I'm stressed out and I shouldn't be. It sucks.

#personal #this is long and more for me to look back at later #so like dont worry about it lmao

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Wreckless - Lesson #2

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

Thank God, I did not clean myself out this morning for nothing.

I've gotten off twice this week just thinking about tonight, about him slowly stretching me open and then fucking me so hard that my cock smacks against my stomach and my balls don't quite know how to make me come.

I don't love pain, although last week I certainly didn't mind a little bit of it but I do seem to madly love rough and if this is the answer, I am all for it.

I jump out of the car before he even has the key out of the ignition. I have my bag and am at the front door by the time he comes through the gate.

He's grinning.

"Anxious?"

"Excited. Glad to be home," I answer.

I start stripping as soon as he closes the door.

"Such a good boy."

His praise gets to me in ways I didn't think was possible.

It should feel condescending but instead it makes me feel warm in all sorts of places.

My chest, my cheeks, my cock.

"I'm trying to be really, really good."

"And why is that?" he asks, pulling me against him.

"Hmm?"

"Because, because then maybe you won't hurt me again."

Dear God please remember when I said that you telling me you were going to hurt me was one of my favorite parts last time.

"I'm only going to hurt you if you aren't the good little slut that I need. Right? Don't worry, you'll get used to the burn eventually although I doubt it's gonna happen tonight. Tell me something, did you think about it this week, did your little ass miss me?"

He presses my boxers into my crack, pressing against my bud.

How am I... seriously?

How am I supposed to form answers to any of that?

My brain is short-circuiting.

"Maybe, maybe. But just your finger, I like your finger."

"Well it's your lucky night baby boy because I got something special for you that you're going to like even more than my finger. Let's take these off."

Before I can even react he's got my boxers pushed down to my ankles and I step out of them.

"Go get a pair of your little undies but don't put them on, just bring them down."

"Okay."

Curious but maybe he wants a tight fit against the plug?

Man, I've always enjoyed my undies but now that we play in them too they're becoming very dear to me.

When I come back downstairs he's holding what looks like a huge children's medicine dispenser.

"What's that?"

"You don't need to worry about that, Finn. Now get on your hands and knees just how I like but put your head down on the ground. I need access to that little boy slit."

Dear Lord... is it lube?

It must be, right?

He's going to shoot lube up my ass?

Damn.

I get into position and it feels vulnerable which means it's amazing.

"Now stay right there. Don't fight me, Finn, I'm going to take good care of you."

"Okay Em. Thank you."

He presses a bit of lube in with his finger and then works a small plug in first.

He leaves it in just a moment before slowly sliding it out.

"You're already learning to take a cock, baby, look at that. Now relax. Next time we'll just start with the shooter."

The nozzle goes in next, it's a tad bigger but nothing I can't handle easily and I can't help but sigh as he slides it out gently.

"Emmett."

Shit, that's nice... weird but nice.

"If you're a good boy and ask nicely, I'll fill it with your cum and shoot it back up your ass one night but for now let's stretch you out a little more."

I try to relax and he slowly slides in a plug that's obviously a bit bigger.

This one I feel, even after it's well seated but it doesn't hurt.

It actually feels really nice.

He strokes my cock a few times and then helps me into my undies.

"There you go. Now be a good boy and get used to that, I'll give you ten minutes and then we're moving on to a bigger one."

I don't really want to wait ten minutes, I'm impatient for the grand finale but I can also tell that he's enjoying the process.

I wonder if he's serious about filling me with my own cum.

Knowing him, maybe.

Why does it sound so hot?

I wish it could be his but hell, I'll have a clean bill of health within days and he could get a test.

I'd rather it was yours. Or both, would both fit?"

"Finn, your little ass can hold loads of cum, especially once I'm done stretching you out."

I decide that play talk is the perfect way to waste some time.

"Feels funny Em. Will you take it out?"

"Yes"

He will?

"In six minutes. Then a bigger one is going in, Finn. Be glad I'm giving you ten minutes, next time it may only be five. I expect you to get better and better at taking a man's cock and eventually I'll make this your job. I'll want you to be ready for me all the time."

I can't help but imagine myself working a plug in, heck maybe at the office before leaving work.

The drive over here will be fun and I'll be ready for him to take it out and replace it with his cock.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Coming in and stripping, then turning around and leaning over so you can see the big plug I worked into my ass before coming over. You yanking it out and fucking me hard against the door because you miss me."

I know it's more real life, not the current fantasy but fuck it. I want him to know.

"I would love that, Finn. You're going to be such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"

He tugs on my hair gently, just enough to shoot electricity down my spine or maybe it's the words, I can't tell.

"Now pull those undies down to your knees and bend over for daddy."

I do, of course. The plug slides out much easier than it went in although I still feel the stretch at the bulb's base.

He works the next one in slowly and it's big, not painful but big.

I gasp as it forces me open and he waits me out, then gently forces it in.

I sigh in relief as I close around its neck.

"Thank me, Finn. Thank me for filling your hole."

The kinky bastard but also so much yes.

"Thank you, Emmett?" I ask.

"You can do better than that."

Yes, yes I can.

"Thank you for filling me up, Emmett."

He makes me stand, spins me around and sucks my cock into his mouth.

"Ah, yes, yes."

He releases me sooner than I want him to and pulls my undies up.

"If you take the next one so well I'll play with you more, okay? You're doing a great job, Finn."

"How many more?" I ask.

When I was online I saw sets with anywhere between three and five.

This is number three so I could be finished or I could have twenty more minutes to wait.

"Two more but I'm not sure you can take the last one, baby boy, I may have to fuck you after the next one. I'll have much more fun making you scream with my cock than with a plug. If you're gonna hurt, it's going to be because of me. Do you know why?"

I can't remember my name at this point.

I almost hope he does skip the last one and mostly for the reason he mentioned.

I want to feel him.

No, I don't want to really get hurt but I want to be overwhelmed.

I'll decide when the next one slides in and let him know.

He's really good at picking up on my hints.

"No Emmett. Why?"

He pulls me onto his lap which pushes the plug in deeper.

I squirm and he chuckles.

"Because I like making you whimper as I slam my cock into that sweet little hole, Finn, that's why. Tell me, do you feel nice and full?"

That's an easy question to answer.

"Yes Emmett."

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5/14/2023 DAB Transcript

1 Samuel 15:1-16:23, John 8:1-20, Psalm 110:1-7, Proverbs 15:8-10

Today is the 14th day of May, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian, it is wonderful to be here with you today, around the Global Campfire, as we reach the threshold and stepping into a brand-new week together. And as we so often say, we just mark the time, this is the beginning of the week, and the week is a vista out in front of us that we must walk through and what it's gonna look like and how are going to experience it, will be made up of all of the decisions that we make, and all of the words that we say, and all of the actions that we take, that is how we will write the story of our lives upon this week. So, coming around the Global Campfire each and every day and allowing the Scriptures to be a part of that decision-making process, a part of the things that were gonna form and say, a part of the actions that we’re going to take, what a gift and what a gift it is to be here together. Today, is also Mother's Day here in the United States. I know, celebrating mothers is a tradition throughout the world and that happens on different days in different regions. But here, today, we celebrate mothers and so, I certainly have a great amount of gratitude to my mom, who has departed and gone on to heaven. But I appreciate my…my wife is the mother of our children and I look at my daughter-in-law, my daughter who are also mothers and so mothers are in our lives, and we wouldn't be here without a mother. So, we thank you, mom's, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts with deep gratitude and celebrate you today as we take the next step forward into this brand-new week. And of course, regardless of which week or day it is we pick up where we left off and so that's going to lead us back into the book of First Samuel, as we center ourselves there in First Samuel around the life of Israel's first king, King Saul. We’ll read from the Evangelical Heritage Version this week. Today, first Samuel chapters 15 and 16.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word and we thank You for this brand-new week offered to us as a gift and dispensed to us, moment by moment. And as we move into this week and into the obligations and responsibilities of our lives come, Holy Spirit, lead us into all truth, lead us deeper into Jesus, lead us on the narrow path that leads to life and all of our thoughts, words and deeds, may we acknowledge You and all that we are. And may we be with You this week, acknowledging, becoming aware of Your presence in our lives, moment by moment, that there will not be a moment of this week that You are not present, that You are invited into everything about this week and everything about who we are, as You transform us into your likeness. Come Jesus, we love You and we are eager to share companionship as we navigate through this week. We pray all this in Your name. Amen.

Prayer and Encouragements:

Hi, I’m Judy from Wilton, California. I just heard it is May 6th and I just listened to Brian and the first caller after that was From Junk to Treasure. Her daughter-in-law and newborn baby was killed in a car wreck and her son ran down to see about the wreck and it was her. Lord Jesus, I don’t know what to say, I have no words to make things any better except please be with Junk to Treasure and her son. They need you now, more than anything in the world. Lord Jesus again may there be nothing deeper in the valley than this kind of a pain. Walk with them, Lord Jesus, be with them, let them know that the whole DAB family, the whole fire campfire is around them and calling out for God for them. See that they get through it, Lord Jesus. Be with them. We all be on our knees praying for Junk to Treasure and her son. We love you girl, and we love your son. And God will be there to take in that baby and her mama, with open arms He welcomes them home. Please, Lord Jesus, have mercy on these two people and their whole family. Oh, I just wish I didn’t have to hear those kinds of news and I’m quite sure they didn’t have to go through this kind of mess. But God will bring you through, God will bring you through. Taking our junk and making it treasure that is drawing in our lives. We love you girl, and we are so sorry. Amen

Hi, this is Julia, I’m calling to pray for Byron from Florida. I’m a little bit behind on the DABs, so I just heard your phone call today about your wife having panic attacks. I wanted to call because I went through a similar situation when I had just gotten married. And I went through very severe anxiety and panic attacks, multiple times a day, for like three months straight. And it was probably the hardest season of my entire life. But what I wanted to say was that in retrospect it was actually the most beautiful season of my life also because it helped me understand who I was in Christ. It made me hold onto the Lord, like I’d never held onto Him before. And because of that I understood what it was to rest in His love. And so, finding my identity in Christ and resting in His love became like my foundation for peace. And it completely transformed my family, my husband. You know, I noticed that you said you were calling because you needed wisdom as a husband and you know, we were newlyweds, me and my husband, when we started going through this. But the Lord even sustained my husband in this. You know, my husband, I remember he was fasting, and he was praying and as we were taking it day by day. But the one thing that we knew was that the Lord was faithful. Right, that He was gonna get us out of this. And because of that really rough season, nothing else that we have gone through has compared to that season. Like, it felt like we were married for ten years after only being married for about three months. And so, I just wanted to encourage you and let you know that. The Lord is with you. I am praying for you and your family. You are gonna see His faithfulness you know, expand in this season.

Hi, my name is Ross. I live in Raleigh, North Carolina. I’m calling because I’m tired. Honestly, family, I’ve been in ministry for quite some time and I’m tired. I need prayer for encouragement, direction, clarity and hearing God’s voice, rejuvenation of my spirit. Thank you, family.

Good morning, Daily Audio Bible family, this is Dawn of a New Day. Father God, I just lift up From Junk to Treasure, her heart, her soul, her mind, right now God, in the lost off her daughter-in-law and her granddaughter, God. I lift up the pain and the trauma of the heart of her son, God, of discovering his wife’s car, God, and losing his child all in the same day. God, this mother needs you right now, she needs You for her soul, she needs You for her spirit, she needs You for her faith and her sight and her fire, oh God. We need a fire God to seep down into her belly to help her son, to help her granddaughter whose birthday is the day of the funeral God. For all the layers of this tragedy God, You hand is strong enough to heal Your family, long enough to hold. I thank You for Your strength and Your power and the incredible, awesome nature, of your eternal comfort God. That there is nothing like in the whole wide world. If my heart healed from the death of my father a few weeks ago, the breakdown of my son, the day after God, the breakdown of my mother, God. I’m praying right now, God, that the same fire for this family as I pray for my own. I’m praying for the mom of my sister the way that I pray for my own mom, my own heart and my own gift. I thank You that You are a God who hears us, who answers us and responds to our prayers. We love You in the name of Jesus. Amen.

This is Brandon from Texas. And Junk to Treasure, I just can assure you this entire community is mourning with you and your family. And I really don’t have words, I’m sorry for this tragic accident. And Lord, I just ask that Your hand to be on Junk to Treasure and her son and the entire family, Lord. And that You just work Your wonders Lord, and Your miracles and somehow bring…bring good to this family from this tragic, from this tragedy and just ask that Your hand of comfort and peace and love be upon them. And it’s in the precious name of Jesus I pray. Amen.

I don’t have a good name yet but didn’t want to let that keep me from calling any longer. I’ve listened for a few years and never called in. Was thinking the other day how amazing it would be if some of you could pray for my husband and it hit me, they can you silly if you would just call. So, after God’s Smile encouragement that played on May the 8th, I decided here we go. I’ll go by Anonymous in Arkansas for now. If you would please pray with me. Lord, be with my husband, You know his heart. He has multiple health issues that have kept him working, from working for over the last 8 years. I first and foremost pray for his soul. Lord, I hope that he can come to realize that that nudge, that little voice that he feels talking with him, is You. That he needs You to help fill that void that he feels. Lord, I pray for him physically. If it’s Your will to heal him, I know that You can do that. But if not, please help us figure out how to manage his symptoms to keep them tolerable. Dear Lord, I also pray for his emotional health. Not being able to work and contribute makes him feel very worthless. So, I’m not worried financially, you always provide, Lord. I don’t know how You do that, but I do thank You. I thank You in advance for answering our prayers. I thank You for the DAB family and the Hardin Family for following Your lead. In Jesus name, Amen.

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