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suugarbabe · 3 months

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Hi I was wondering if you could possible do one where Theo and Enzo have begged the reader all week to help them study for their owls but she has refused saying it’s their fault for not taking their classes seriously, so they sneak in her room looking for her notes and instead find a box with dirty romance novels and her toys?

You can choose how the ending goes, smut or no smut whatever your comfortable with, thank you ❤️

thanks for the request lovie! (sorry it took so long) 18 + MDNI

The two Slytherin boys were doing their best at what they considered whispering as Theo quietly mumbled the spells to unlock your door. "I swear to Godric, Theo, if she catches us I'm hanging your arse off the astronomy tower." Enzo was grumbling through his teeth as he peeked his head into your room, glancing around and making sure the room was as empty as Theo guaranteed him it would be.

"Don't be a pussy, Berkshire. Just find the notes so we can duplicate them and get out of here." Theo walked toward your desk, starting to shuffle through the parchments on top. He pointed Enzo toward your bookshelf, telling him to 'make himself useful and help him look'. Enzo grumbled, picking through your books and the different pages stuffed into random textbooks.

Theo moved on to the draws of your desk, essentially emptying the contents of each as Enzo moved around the room, trying to at least look like he's being helpful. Which is how he found himself lazily sitting on the edge of your bed and digging through the drawers of your nightstand. He found the top drawer very boring, but different vitamin and glamor potions, your sleep mask and most other miscellaneous items.

Opening the drawer underneath it had him pausing. In this drawer there was a box and a small stack of books whose covers looked a little...steamy. "Uh, Theo...you might want to come look at this." Enzo took the box from the drawer, setting it atop your bed before grabbing the stack of books and spreading them out. "What is it, Enz, did you find the notes?"

Theo walked over, eyes growing wide and a smirk growing on his face as he took in the books Enzo had laid out. Each cover had a different couple on them, and on each cover the male had his mouth on some part of the woman while her head was thrown back, mouth agape clearly in pleasure. Theo picked one of the books up, flipping open to a random page and started to read out loud.

"His hands ghosted down her sides, fingertips teasing her skin as goosebumps rose in their wake. 'You look so perfect like this, laid out and bare, just for me.' His hand dipped between her legs, a finger gliding through her heat and gathering the wetness that pooled there. Brining his finger to his mouth, he sucked it cleaned, moaning as he did so. 'Oh, darling, I'm going to devour you.'" Theo let out a school girl giggle, "Our little y/n/n is reading porn. What a dirty fucking bird, you think you wacks off to this stuff?"

Theo held the book up, finger still holding the place of the page he was just reading. Enzo scrunched his nose, "Do girls wack off?" Theo rolled his eyes, "I mean, whatever it is they do to get off on their own. What's in here, hmm?" Theo flicked the top of the box off and on to the bed. At this, both his and Enzo's mouth's fell open in slight shock.

Inside the box were your private things. Enzo grabbed hold of a silicone toy, it was about four inches, the end larger and rounder than near the handle, with an extra bit hanging from the top, "What the bloody hell do you think this does?" Theo couldn't help the smirk gracing his face. "Enzo, my boy, that," he pointed his finger at the object in Enzo's hand, "and those," he pointed towards the box that held a few more items, "are how she wacks off."

Enzo's eyes grew wide, looking from the object in his hand, to the others in the box. "You mean this goes," Enzo made a swooping motion with his hand, his eyebrows shooting up. "Yes, Enzie, that goes inside of me. And it vibrates too," you flicked your wand in the doorway, the object in Enzo's hand giving off a low hum, causing him to drop it immediately. Theo's mouth immediately began moving, trying to explain himself and his friend.

"Y/n/n, we're sorry we were just-, and then we found-, you see, it was an accident," Theo's face wore an uncomfortable smile that he was trying to pass off an innocence. You walked slowly further into the room, not breaking your gaze as you picked up your toy from the bed and placed it back inside the box. Both Enzo and Theo had yet to move, watching your movements meticulously, essentially awaiting some sort of hex for digging in to your personal belongings.

You gathered the remaining books on your bed, stacking them back in the drawer Enzo had taken them from. Turning round you faced Theo, quickly grabbing the book from his hand. You held it open, eyes scanning the page. You shut the book abruptly, both boys jumping slightly at the action. A devilish smirk adorned your face as nervously spread throughout the boys. "So, which page did you want to do?" Theo's eyes widen, glancing at Enzo then back to you, "W-what?"

Slowly, you began unbuttoning your blouse, "I said," you pulled your blouse off your shoulders, letting it slide down your arms, "which page...do you want to do." You slid your skirt down your legs, leaving you clad in just your bra and panties. Enzo's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "Oh don't be shy now boys, you were so curious just a moment ago."

Theo grabbed the book from your hands, flipping through the pages before stopping. He turned the book in his hands, pointing to a page. You leaned down, scanning it quickly before giving him a quick wink, "Cheeky." You climbed on to the bed, getting on to your knees as you faced them both. Slowly, you reached up behind you, unclasping your bra and letting it fall down your arms before tossing it to the floor.

Their eyes only grew wider. "Bloody fucking hell," Enzo's mouth felt completely dry while Theo's eyes never left your chest. You laid down on your back, sliding your panties down your legs. "Are you guys going to join me, or are you just going to watch? Personally, I'm fine with either." You let out a shaky breath as you dragged a hand down your chest, dipping it between your legs.

As you spread your legs wider, slowly dragging your finger through your wetness. You let out a gasp, being slightly more exaggerate than need be. In an instant both boys were ripping off their clothing, Theo nearly tripping trying to get out of his trousers. Enzo got to your first, his mouth leaving hot and sloppy kisses across your chest. You ran your hand along his abs, groaning at the feeling of the divets and muscles before wrapping your hand around his hardening cock, giving him a few strokes.

"Fucking hell, Angel," he mumbles against your chest, tongue swirling around your hard nipples and Theo settled between your legs. "Oh, dolcezza...such a pretty little cunt, hmm?" You glanced down at Theo just as he flattened his tongue, taking a long lick between your folds before delving his tongue into your hole. "Oh my fuck, Teddy," your hand shot to his head, fingers tangling in his soft brown locks.

Enzo's lips were on your neck, sucking the skin between his teeth and leaving harsh bruises. Hips breath was hot on your skin as he whispered in your ear, "Gonna have to stuff your mouth full, Angel. Don't wanna hear a name fall from your lips unless it's mine." You groaned, hips bucking as Theo sunk two fingers into you, his lips attaching themselves to your clit.

Enzo got on his knees, tapping your cheek with an open palm. Turning your head you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue. Enzo tapped the tip of his cock against your tongue before sliding his dick into your mouth. You did your best to relax your throat, trying to fit as much of him in your mouth as possible. "Merlin, Angel, it's like your throat was made from my cock." You tore your hand from Theo's hair to wrap it around Enzo, pumping what wouldn't fit in your mouth.

Theo separated himself from your cunt with a lewd sucking sound, kissing the insides of your thighs before sitting up, giving himself a few good pumps. "Think you're ready for me, dolcezza? Want us to fill you up at both ends?" You gave a slight nod, the best you could with Enzo pumping his cock in and out of your mouth.

Theo braced himself with your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh and spreading your legs wide open. He pushed the tip of his cock through your folds, a low groan escaping his lips as he sank deeper and deeper into your cunt. "Fanculo a me," Theo threw his head back as a series of Italian curses left his throat. Each thrust of his hips caused a fire to stir in your belly, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot with a delicious rhythm.

Each thrust also had you jolting slightly, causing you to deepthroat Enzo's cock. "Fucking hell, mate, keep that pace on her and I'm gonna fill this pretty little mouth," Enzo brush a thumb along your bulging cheek as a moan rippled through your throat. The vibrations against him causing his fingers to tangle through your hair like a vice. "You close, Angel?" Enzo spoke in breathy moans. He was close if the twitch of his cock against your tongue was any indicator.

"Oh she's close, mate. Pussy's got a vice grip on my fucking cock, isn't that right, dolcezza?" Theo's thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles, the fire in your belly getting tighter and tighter. The best response you could give was a moan around Enzo. "Fuck, c'mon, Angel, let go for us, then we'll fill you up. You can do it, go 'head."

It was like his permission was all your body needed, the rubber band snapping as your orgasm rushed over you. Enzo pulled himself from your mouth as a loud and near pornagraphic moan left your lips as Theo buried himself to the hilt, sheathing himself inside you as he spilled himself deep within your walls. He continued his assault on your clit, letting you ride out your high as he did his own.

Enzo gave his cock a few pumps before covering your tits in his release, his breaths short and rapid as he held onto your bedpost for stability. "Fucking Salazar, I don't know how that happened, but it was amazing," Enzo had a boyish grin on his face and you couldn't help but giggle. With a flick of his wand Theo cleaned the three of you up before settling down, his head laying on your stomach.

Enzo settled behind you, you leaning against his chest while his arms were wrapped around your shoulders. You played lightly with Theo's hair as he finally spoke up, "If I had known this would happen, I would've snuck into your room and dug through your stuff months ago, dolcezza." You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Next time though, you guys need to switch. I need to see what Berkshire's big mouth can do between my legs."

Both boys' heads snapped toward each other before glancing back to you, their question in perfect unison. "Next time?"

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slayfics · 5 months

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Explosive tendencies a slow burn fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter seven: You hang out at the pool with the girls.

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Your classmate's trip to the mall had actually ended up being an eventful one. Izuku had a run-in with Shigaraki, one of the League of Villains members. Due to that, your class was forbidden to go anywhere for summer in order to stay safe from any more attacks.

That didn't really affect you much but it did change the location of the summer camp. No one knew exactly where the class was going for summer training anymore.

You sat on your bed enjoining a recent book series you had picked up when your phone buzzed. You grabbed your phone surprised to see a direct message from Mina.

Hey! The girls got permission to use the school pool to hang out this summer since we can't go anywhere else. We are all going tomorrow you should come!

Pass, you thought. Letting your phone slide back to your bed. Then you replayed the scene at the diner where you studied with Eijiro and Katsuki. Eijiro had noticed you hadn't talked to many other students. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to get to know your classmates more, you pondered.

You left Mina's message on read deciding to leave the decision to go or not for tomorrow.

Tomorrow came and you decided you had nothing better to do anyway. You made your way to the school deciding a swim wouldn't be so bad.

Upon arriving several of the other girls were already in the locker room changing.

"You came! Hey!" Mina exclaimed happily, noticing you.

"Hey, Ashido," You greeted your classmate back.

"I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you totally can't wear that cute swimsuit you brought," She said pointing at the suit you were pulling out of your bag.

"Oh really?" You asked confused.

"Yeah we have to wear these dumb school ones," She said handing you one. It was indeed the worst bathing suit you'd seen in your life.

"This is fucking hideous," You said grabbing it from her.

"I know right?! Don't worry though we are all wearing them. It's just even more upsetting since I bought like three cute bathing suits for the summer and now they are all going to waste!" She said dramatically.

You let out a laugh at her exaggerated distress.

"I brought them though! Want to see them?" She said with a big smile.

"Sure," You shrugged as you began to change into the school uniform swimsuit.

"Ok theres this one-, and this one-," Mina said as she pulled out her suits and laid them against herself to model them for you.

"Wow those are cute, I see why you're so upset. Do you think the teachers are really going to notice if we wear our own?"

"Maybe not, but this is the only thing we can do all summer so none of us want to risk it," She said looking downcast.

"Fine-, I guess I will go along with the grandma swimsuit then," You joked.

Mina laughed, "Wow, I had no idea you were this funny. Come on let's catch up with the other girls," She said now that you had finished changing.

You both walked out to the pool finding the other girls tossing around a beach ball.

"Hey! Look who I found!" Mina said, pulling your hand to get into the water with her.

"Oh wow, hi! We are glad you came," Ochaco greeted you.

"Yeah, we haven't been able to get to know you yet," Tsuyu said.

"Uh yeah, hi," You said awkwardly not knowing what else to say.

"Well come on, toss me the ball!" Mina said, breaking up the awkwardness. You tossed the ball back and forth with the rest of the girls. Some complained and shared what they had planned for the summer, and then the conversation turned to speculation about what the new summer training could be. This went on until the conversation was halted when Toru pointed out that some of the boys from class had shown up.

"Oh guess they asked to use the pool too," Mina shrugged and continued to toss the ball.

The boys consisted of Fumikage, Tenya, and Mashirao who quietly stretched by the side of the pool minding their own business. That was until three more boys crashed into the scene and started a commotion.

The beach ball dropped in the water as all the girls turned to see Tenya now lecturing Minoru and Denki. Izuku in the background looked confused by the lecture.

"Oh great the pervs are here. Suddenly I don't mind that I'm in a grandma bathing suit," You said, giving the other girls a laugh.

"Whatever, let's ignore them," Mina said, picking the ball up again and tossing it.

You and the girls ignored the commotion and continued back in conversation tossing the ball back and forth. Until shortly after another disturbance came from the boys. You all looked again this time to see Eijiro attempting to hold Katsuki back from coming at Izuku. Katsuki was yelling something about murdering him.

"Should we make sure that doesn't escalate?" Momo asked moving closer, as Ocohoa was already on her way. The other girls moved in closer as well, except for one.

An audible gasp came from beside you making you jump.

"OMG- TELL ME WHICH ONE!" Mina said with wide eyes and pulling on your arm.

"What?!" You asked confused.

"Oh don't play dumb! You totally got super quiet and all blushy when Kirishima and Bakugo showed up! So, which one is it? Which one do you like?! You have to tell me!" She pleaded.

"I- uh- I don't know what you mean-," You tried to brush her off. Did Mina really notice that? You thought you looked away fast enough that it wouldn't be obvious. It wasn't your fault that the girl's suites weren't revealing at all but the boy's suites were.

"Wait no. I know, it has to be Kirishima because he's the one who suggested I invite you today," She said pensively.

You felt your heart drop. So that was the reason she had reached out, only because Eijiro asked her to?

"Oh I see, that's the reason you invited me." You said looking away from her.

"What?! No! I mean sure he gave me the idea at the mall. But come on, you heard the other girls. We totally wanted to get to know you more!" She said, smiling sweetly.

"Hey uh, Yaoyorozu kind of elected us to help judge the boy's swimming contest," Kyoka said, approaching you both.

"Alright let's do it!" Mina said, pumping her fist in the air.

"How the hell are we supposed to do that," You said, splashing some water.

"Just watch them closely I suppose," Mina said, flashing you a wink.

You felt your cheeks flush again as she pulled you to watch with the rest of the girls.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @anon-mouse223 @maddietries @sikuthealien @queenpiranhadon

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itsjusthockey · 11 months

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When The Partys Over Pt. 2 - Jack Hughes

Here it is, my heart and soul. Enjoy.

wc:4,466 (credit to gif maker)(don't steal my work)

Content Warning: Swearing, major angst

Part 1 (read first)

Unpublished For Fun First Draft

But nothin' is better sometimes

Once we've both said our goodbyes

When the words fall from your lips, and the sentence registers in his brain, it smacks Jack harder than any hockey hit ever has, and even though you’re the one who’s wasted, he suddenly feels like he wants to pass out.

Instead, he pauses by the door, his entire body freezing, trying to register if he heard you correctly or if being around you just makes him crazy. For what feels like a century, he concentrates on his breathing skills, taking a shaky breath in and letting it go, hoping the extra oxygen will help his brain makes sense of what you’ve thrown at him. He knows you’re drunk, incredibly so, and you probably have no idea what you're saying.

He breaks his focus when he hears slight shuffling behind him, and even though he doesn’t want to, he slowly turns to face you. When his eyes land on your figure, you’re sitting up in his bed, his sheets pooling around your waist. You’re not looking at him for a moment, instead staring out his window, watching the world outside intently, but as if you feel his stare, you tear your eyes away from Jersey and allow your eyes to meet his. You blink slowly, once, twice, and a tear falls from your left eye.

“You fucked me up there for a while.”

You finish the sentence with a forced laugh, and you quickly wipe another tear away, almost seeming embarrassed. Jack feels his face flush, and his heart begins to pound. He can practically hear the thumping in his ears, and his stomach flips in circles. He can’t swallow; the lump forming tight in his throat won’t let him, and even worse, his hands start shaking. His heart is cracking, breaking into a million tiny pieces, and his body is letting him know.

The weight of your words stills time, and he feels like you’re both trapped in the suspended gravity of the moment. Your confession, clearly vulnerable and raw, reverberates through his entire being, continuing to tear him apart bit by bit.

Among the uncomfortable silence, the room grows smaller, almost suffocating, as Jack tries to find his voice. He wants to comfort you, hold you, reach out and understand why you feel this way and why he is the reason why. It’s only been seconds, but he’s trying to play out the entire last year, pinpoint the exact moment where he could have fucked up so badly to make you feel the way you do.

“Wha-what did I do?” His voice is small, almost pleading, as he asks.

You let out a shallow breath, and Jack can almost see the wheels turning inside your head. He has no idea what you’re about to say, and everything that has come out of your mouth is a whiplash, so he can’t even begin to guess.

Your eyes flicker with a mix of emotions—regret, longing, and a hint of resignation—as Jack watches you search for the right words to explain what you’re feeling. It’s as if you're carefully selecting each syllable, fully aware of the impact they will have on him, and you’re scared he’ll break.

“You didn't do anything wrong, Jack," you finally say, your voice soft but laced slightly with bittersweet sadness. "At least not intentionally, and not something you had any control over. My feeling are my own, and I can’t blame you for them.”

Your words hang heavy in the air, and Jack's heart tightens impossibly further as he tries to decipher their meaning. The knots in his stomach tighten with each passing second, and a mixture of anxiety, dread, and anticipation fills the room.

“Do you remember when we met?” You ask, your voice timid.

Jack's mind races, searching through the corridors of memories, until he finds the moment you're referring to—the night that he finally felt a spark of something real, which laid the foundation for the relationship. He nods slowly, his eyes locked with yours, urging you to continue.

An almost wistful smile crosses your lips, and Jack can almost hear the nostalgia coloring your voice. "The crowded bar, the 2000s club music blaring, that stupid fucking costume you were wearing, and it wasn’t even Halloween.”

As you speak, Jack's gaze softens, and the memory floods back as if it was yesterday—your infectious laughter when he’d made a stupid joke as he bought you a drink, the way your eyes sparkled with excitement when he told you he hated mushrooms too, and the genuine connection that bloomed from one single night.

“I think a part of me fell in love with you right away,” you continue, your voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "In the midst of the chaos, it seemed like we both understood who the person was beneath the facade we put on for the crowd.”

Jack comprehends the weight of your words, realizing that maybe, just maybe, It wasn't just one moment that "fucked you up," but rather a million things he never noticed right away.

“Jack?” You break him out of his headspace, patting the bed beside you. “You’re making this a million times worse just standing by the door looking like I’m killing you. “

Jack realizes he probably hasn’t moved an inch since you started speaking. So he swallows hard, takes a few hesitant steps toward the bed, and sits down. When he settles, you turn to face him and continue.

“It was my fault for getting attached to you so quickly," you sigh. “I think I knew it was too good to be true, and sex was all we would have. But I’d hoped that you were different from the way you looked at me; I’d hoped we’d fight against it, and somehow we’d end up together. “

Before he even knows what’s happening, his own tears are streaming down his face. He thought earlier, when he saw you cry, that nothing would hurt him more, but even though he thinks he’s going to die a lot when he’s with you, this might actually kill him.

A profound ache settles in his chest, intertwining with the shards of his own shattered heart. Your vulnerability cuts through the room, leaving him exposed and raw with emotions he didn’t even know he had. What makes everything worse? When you pause, noticing his tears, you grab his hand and intertwine your fingers through his.

“Anyway, after a while, I got really tired. Like all of a sudden, I was drained of everything I had. I was sick of trying to force something that just wasn't there. And after some major soul-searching and my friends helping me, it clicked. I had to remove my love for you. Tell myself that even though I thought you were everything, you weren’t. So I decided I needed to be done.”

Jack hangs on to every word.

“So I moved on, even though I kinda suck at it because look where I am. But I decided to finally try to allow my heart to let go, close this chapter of my life and start a new one.”

Jack's heart sinks as he listens to your painful admission. The grip of your intertwined fingers provides a fragile lifeline, a small, tenuous connection that somehow manages to offer a glimmer of comfort amidst his shattering soul.

Tears continue to flow out of both your eyes, intermingling with the unspoken words that Jack is trying so hard to find a way to say.

He knows beneath his own heartache; there is a sliver of understanding. He knows that sometimes, moving on is the only choice, even if it feels impossible. But he also knows that he loves you now, somehow even more than anything in the world, and he doesn’t know if he can live without you.

As silence stretches between you, Jack knows time is ticking, and he finally musters the strength to respond.

“I love you,” he whispers, admitting it openly to you for the first time. “I can't pretend that I don’t and that I can just walk away because, for that past half a year, you’ve been all I’ve been able to think about.“

His heart races in his chest, pounding with the force of his love for you. His voice quivers as he continues, desperate to convey the depth of his feelings for you.

“I am so sorry (Y/N), so fucking sorry that I didn’t see how you felt at the beginning. My life was a fucking mess. I hated hockey, I hated living here, and I hated myself. I only cared about a quick high to distract myself from my constant lows, and I couldn’t see anything past that, and I’m so so sorry.”

Jack tightens his grip on your hand, trying to bridge the distance that separates you. His eyes search yours, looking for signs of forgiveness and any chance he has for a future with you.

“You’re everything to me, and I’ve been trying to show you that, but clearly, we both just fucking suck at communication and feelings. But I want this (Y/N); I want you. More than anything.”

Tears are streaming heavily down both your faces, and Jack watches as you wipe them away with your free hand, gently sniffling. You’re both waiting, unsure of what to do next when you speak again.

“Well, this is not how I expected the night to go.” You try to joke, Jack letting out a small snort.

“I know, a lot of information just came to light.”

Jack glances at the clock and sees that it’s incredibly late, and when he peers outside his window, he sees that the city of Jersey is dead asleep, completely unaware of the mess unfolding in two of its inhabitants' lives.

“We should go to sleep, think about things.” Jack offers.

For the first time ever, when he’s offered you to stay, you do. You nod in agreement, wipe away the remnants of tears from your cheeks, and give a small, tired, and maybe still a little drunk smile. Both of you are emotionally drained, and the idea of sleep seems like paradise.

Jack helps you slide under the covers, tucking you in with gentle care for the second time tonight, but this time he feels an odd sense of clarity in understanding of you. He gets you settled, grabbing more water and anything else you could ever need before he moves to leave the room.

“You can stay, Jack; your couch sucks.”

Before he can stop himself, a laugh escapes him, and he steps back into the room. He isn’t sure if sleeping next to you is the best idea for his sake, but he also knows it would take a swat team to remove him now. Grabbing a few other things, he moves to the other side of the bed and settles in beside you, leaving a respectable distance between you for the moment.

His heart about stops, however, when your hands find his again as if you’re seeking comfort in the touch that connects you.

Jack's eyes grow heavy, and he’s fighting off the sleep demons when you take your hand out from his. For a moment, he feels a pang of loss when you pull away. But as if you’re trying to repair his broken heart, you gently shift closer to him. Jack wraps his arm around you instinctively, pulling you to his chest until your bodies are molded together, fitting perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

Jack has never felt more complete as he gently traces circles on your back, his touch soothing on your skin, healing the ache in his heart.

As the minutes tick past, Jack can beat your breathing steady out, and he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, a silent gesture of reassurance and affection for himself. He quickly feels himself falling away with the warmth of your body pressed against his and the immense amount of love that he has for you.

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When morning sunlight seeps through the curtains and almost blinds Jack, he awakens from the best sleep he’s ever had. His eyes peel open, and the events of last night flood his mind. He quickly turns, expecting to see you still by his side. But as reality sets in, his heart sinks when he realizes you're no longer there.

He sits up, his mind foggy with sleep, and rubs his eyes, desperately trying to shake off the sleepiness. He glances around the room and looks in the bathroom, searching for any sign of you, and that's when he notices a faint sound coming from the kitchen.

Curiosity tugs at him as he makes his way towards the kitchen, his unease ending as he finds you standing with your hands on your hips in front of his coffee maker. You’re still clad in his clothes, and you look so goddamn adorable; he wishes he could stay right here forever.

“Hey, morning, uh—,” you clear your throat, gesturing to the coffee pot. “Want some?”

Jack smiles and nods as you grab two cups. Seconds later, you place a steaming brew on one side of his table, and he sits behind it. He gives you a thank you as you fill your own cup, moving to sit down across from him.

You look up, meeting his gaze, and there's a hint of uncertainty in your eyes that cuts through him like a knife. He grows even more anxious when you take a deep breath and set your cup on the counter.

“I had a little time to think this morning,” you say softly. "I needed to think about the mess last night, which I’m really sorry about, by the way. I shouldn’t have blindsided you like that, but I’m not gonna lie, I’m glad I did because we’ve needed to talk for a while, and I haven’t been able to bring myself to do it. But now is the time, and we can end this here.”

End this?

You take another deep breath. "Last night...everything we said, it made me realize that I don't think you love me, Jack. I think you love an idea of what we could be rather than what we are.”

“No,” he protests softly, "I don’t know what you mean.”

A sad smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you shake your head. "I think you need to understand what I do, Jack. We aren’t meant to be. If we were, we would’ve. I loved you once, Jack, with everything I had. But it's gone now, and I don't think it can come back without killing me. I can't keep holding onto something that isn’t there.”

“What about last night?” He chokes out. “You didn’t feel that?

There's a painful silence between you, filled. Jack can feel his world crumbling around him after it felt whole for the first time last night.

“I'm sorry, Jack," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "This past year, we’ve had some great nights, but I can’t keep doing this to myself. We aren’t good for each other, and I think you know that too.”

You grab his hand once more, giving it a quick squeeze. As you both sit there, hands entwined and hearts heavy, realization washes over Jack. You don’t feel the same as you did once, but it’s gone now. You’ve moved on, and he’s holding you here.

Jack has never experienced true heartbreak, but he guesses this is it because it feels like a thousand knives are piercing his soul, and numbness spreads through his body.

You both sit in silence for a while, lost in your own thoughts and emotions, when you finally break the silence.

“I want you to know that I genuinely care about you, and I always will.“ You manage a weak smile before getting up.

“I should go.” You say, moving to gather the few things you had with you the night before.

Jack wordlessly watches as you leave him, his body staying trapped in this seat. He waits, and a few minutes later, you come out dressed in the clothes you’d had on the night before. He watches as you pick up your heels, grab your phone, and cross the room once more to where he’s sitting.

You pause in front of him, your eyes searching his for a moment before you lean down and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. It's a bittersweet kiss, filled with heartbreaking emotions and the weight of what could have been.

With that, you offer him one last small smile, straightening up and turning away from him. You walk towards the door and open it, turning around one last time.

“Goodbye, Jack.”

The sentence is final, and a hollow feeling settles in his chest as the door shuts quietly behind you, signaling your last goodbye.

Let's just let it go

Jack is distracted, and it’s all your fault. Well, it is, but it isn’t. He shouldn’t blame you; he knows that’s not the mature thing to do. But he is a simple man, and it’s easier to say his game is off because of someone else rather than owning up to the fact that he’s struggling.

For the past two days, he can't focus on anything else but you during hockey practice. Every move he makes feels robotic as if he's going through the motions without actual purpose. He misses easy passes, shoots wide on every attempted goal, and falls on his ass at each free skate. Every time he finally gets in the right frame of mind, his thoughts drift back to you, and the cycle begins all over again.

It’s about an hour into morning practice when Jack feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns to see Luke, looking at him with concern and a hint of annoyance.

“You okay?" Luke asks, “You seem a little…off.”

Jack has two options, play it cool, or get defensive. He chooses option two.

“Fuck off, just had a rough couple days.”

Luke rolls his eyes, clearly unconvinced, but doesn’t push.

“Whatever you say.”

Jack lets out an annoyed huff as it’s his turn to drill, skating away from Luke and running through the play. He makes it most of the way through with ease, but when it’s time for him to shoot, it hits the boards about ten feet from where he aimed.

Frustration wells up inside as he watches the puck slide to a halt. He’s been playing terribly. His brother knows it, his team knows it, and now he does, and it's eating him alive. Jack mutters out a few under his breath and skates back to the line.

Luke, ever observant and fed up, skates back to Jack with new determination.

“So I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but snap out of it. You're better than this."

It’s tough love, and Jack's jaw tenses, his pride wounded a bit. He doesn't want to admit that a girl is causing his downfall, that your absence has left a void in his heart and made him suck at hockey.

“I’m fine,” Jack finally mutters, "I just... I have to figure things out.”

Luke claps him on the back hard and nods. “Good, just let it go.”

Just let it go.

Let me let you go

As if you dropped from the face of the earth, Jack hasn’t seen you. Not that he’s been looking. He hasn’t seen you at the bagel place, not at the bar, not at the library on your campus that he may have snuck into. You’re absolutely nowhere to be found.

He thinks you’re avoiding him, or maybe you just don’t care and forget he even existed.

Jack has no idea you’re in your own hell, going back and forth every day, debating if ending things was the right decision. You know it was, but it still hurts. You don’t check Instagram, you don’t watch hockey, and you stay away from all things that have to do with the boy you once loved.

Jack has no idea that you feel the heartbreak the same as him, and he has no idea that you watched him walk into the bagel place, head down, looking just as dejected as you.

He has no idea that you suddenly told your friend you weren't hungry or that you went home and cried again because even though you’re healing, you’re moving on, you still think about all the things that happened and all the things that could have been.

Jack has no idea it was just as hard for you to walk out the door, and that letting him go hurts like hell.

Quiet when I'm comin' home, and I'm on my own

I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

*two months later*

Two months have passed since you walked out of Jacks's life, and every minute he thought it’d get easier, it hasn’t.

But, as his mom, dad, and brothers have been telling him ever since he spilled the reason why he’s been a complete and utter mess, he has to move on with his life.

So, slowly but surely, he regained his focus and got back to his regular routine. He drowned his thoughts in the rink, and hockey, once again, became his refuge. Providing him with a sense of purpose and a distraction from the pain that weighs on his heart daily.

He still thinks about you every day, though. Thinks about the good memories and our bad, the inside jokes from the late nights, and all the what-ifs.

He wishes he could move on, he really does, but you invade his mind when he least expects it. He could be doing anything, and suddenly he’s daydreaming about you. But finally, he’s learning to keep those thoughts at bay, push them aside and bury them deep when they try to surface.

He knows that suppressing his feeling is bad and that, eventually, it will all bubble to the surface. But it’s easier this way to pretend you don’t matter and try to move on.

One day, after a particularly grueling practice, Jack decides to treat Luke to his favorite bagel place he’s been avoiding. It’s been months since he’s seen you, and what are the odds of seeing you there?

Apparently, really fucking high.

As Jack and Luke enter the bagel place, the familiar smell makes him slightly ache; he tells Luke about his favorite things on the menu. It isn’t until they order, step back and wait that his heart skips a beat and then stands entirely still.

Jack hears you before he sees you, your perfect laugh echoing behind him, his heart melting as you hiccup a bit, continuing to have trouble breathing between chuckles.

His breath catches in his throat, and he doesn’t want to look, but he turns around anyway. There you are, sitting in your favorite corner table. You look a little bit different but still just as beautiful, and every bit the woman he is still hopelessly in love with.

He almost lets a smile cross his face when it’s wiped away before it can even form.

You’re not alone.

You’re sitting across from a guy whose face he can’t see. He’s clad in a tight black t-shirt that shows off his broad shoulders and a backward cap that Jack knows is your favorite way men wear their hats. You’re laughing again at something the guy says, leaning away from the table slightly and rolling your eyes. Even though you’re playing to look annoyed, he can see how your eyes light up with genuine amusement.

Jack feels a million things at once, primarily pain, and it’s coming from his chest. His heart, after repairing itself bit by bit for two long months, is being ripped open all over again.

He genuinely feels bile rise in his throat when Luke nudges him, "Hey, are you alright?"

Jack is utterly speechless, and he can’t even begin to compose himself as Luke follows his stare, his eyes landing on you.

They both watch as the guy at your table leans in closer, his hands finding yours and intertwining them with his own. Jack's stomach churns again as you smile, blush, and laugh again.

Jack has to fight to keep upright, and he knows he has to get the hell out of here. He can't bear to watch any longer, to witness the love of his life be happy with someone else while he’s still broken.

Not waiting for anything, Jack breaks for the door and out into the open air, trying to get more oxygen to his brain.

The next twenty minutes are a blur, and they make their way back to Jacks's apartment. He’s silent, replaying the vision of you with someone else over and over again. He’s hurting harder than he ever thought possible. He felt he was moving on, making progress, forgetting about you. But seeing you with someone else has reopened the wound he tried so hard to heal.

Sitting alone in his room, Jack knows now that pretending you don't matter and burying his feelings deep inside is only a temporary fix. The harsh truth is that he still loves you,

and It kills him that you’re finally moving on.

He should be happy, you’re happy, and when you love someone, that’s all you want. It is for them to be happy. You got what you wanted, a clean break from him, and you found a way to repair yourself from the damage that the relationship has caused you.

An hour later, Luke walks into the room, making sure he’s still there.

“Are you gonna make it?”

It’s a simple question with an extremely difficult answer. He knows deep down that he needs to let you go, focus on himself, and let you be happy without him.

He owes it to himself to try to heal, focus on other things, and hope that one day, you’ll just be someone he used to know.

But for now, he’ll settle for the heartbreak, let his heart mend at its own pace, and think about you. For a little while longer, you’ll be the girl he’s in love with. The girl who made him realizes love is real. The girl who taught him love is cruel. The girl he’s trying to move on from, and one day will, but for now, you’ll be the girl who means everything to him.

“Yeah Lukey, I’ll be okay.”

I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

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heart4gyu · 1 year

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ten months love || heeseung x reader

note: i just thought of this out of nowhere idk but it turned out so cute ! it’s just sweet and lots of fluff ^_^ also not proofread per usual but yeah ENJOYY <33 wc: 1,889 words

you didn’t meet in a really significant way. no meet cute or anything like that, just a shared class and mutual friends.

the first time you talked to each other one on one was at small house party. just a bunch of close friends, light drinking and hanging out.

some of you had decided to go out and sit by the pool, no swimming though since it was too cold. you all talked for a while, about anything and everything and had some laughs.

in high school you never really had a friend group like this, you were close and you knew you’d be friends with them for a long time.

one by one everyone started to head inside; “i’m cold”, “i’m gonna go grab another drink”, “ugh i left my phone inside” they’d say as they retreated inside the house.

then it was just you and heeseung. he was the one you were least close with. but something about him made you want to get to know him.

you were intrigued by him. the way he was loud and energetic around the friend group but reserved and quiet on his own or around people he didn’t know.

to your surprise he spoke first, “do you like legos?”

it was random and completely out of no where. you’d just been sitting there in silence so you wondered how he had gotten to that thought. you just wanted to know what he was thinking, understand what was going on in his head.

“uh yeah, i think they’re cool,” you replied, after a second .

the pool chair squeaked as he laid back, copying the position you were in. “i bought a new set, it’s a bouquet of flowers,” he said, looking up at the stars with you.

you don’t know why but it brought a smile to your face. “that’s nice… i’ve never built a lego set,” you said.

“oh really?!” he said, genuine surprise in his voice as he turned to look at you.

“yeah,” you said, chuckling a bit at his reaction. “i mean they’re nice to look at and all but i just never thought to build one myself.”

“well, why don’t we build mine together? you can come over after our class tomorrow,” he said, and the amount of eye contact he kept made you look away.

“i’d love to,” you said, looking up at the night sky then back at him to share an appreciative smile.

he smiled back before looking back up at the stars. and you two sat out there pointing out constellations and talking about aliens until it got late and too cold to be out there.

that weekend, he came over to your dorm and you two assembled the pretty bouquet together. you didn’t know how intimate building lego sets could be until this day but it completely destroyed any sort of awkwardness that was between you.

after the flower bouquet hangout, you two were practically inseparable. everytime you hung out, you brought up something that sparked your next hang out idea.

the first time you went to his apartment, you saw his toy story figurines and he suggested that over the weekend you two could have a toy story movie marathon. you talked about things you enjoyed in your childhood, then you mentioned the mario movie and you both went to watch that together too.

he said that he was really good at all the mario games. he said he was good at any type of games and you suggested you both go to an arcade to see who’s better. and when the day ended in a tie, he challenged you to a basketball match instead. of course he beat you, but when you suggested a volleyball rematch next weekend, there was just no way he’d beat you then.

and just like that, every weekend or every other day piled up and two months had passed. even if you didn’t hang out, you two would text everyday.

you texted about everything. your days, your favorite things, your families, your worries and fears.

you could and did talk to him about everything. and those two months turned to five months. and he introduced you to his brother when he invited you to watch him play basketball.

not only that but your girl friends started to tease you about how close you two had been getting. you’d just roll your eyes and brush them off, “it’s not like that,” you’d say.

you thought they couldn’t be more wrong. you really cared about him and now he was one of your best friends. and the way your heart fluttered when his hands would brush yours as you both reached in to grab popcorn or steal the basketball from each other or attach a stubborn lego piece or to press the arcade machine buttons had nothing to do with any growing feelings towards him.

no it couldn’t. he was your friend. and you’d never had a friend like this so you wouldn’t dare say anything to him to ruin it.

and as seven months passed your day hangouts turned into sleepovers. even on your first sleepover, you were already comfortable enough with each other to sleep on the same bed.

it wasn’t weird or awkward. it was actually perfect. you laid a good distance away from each other and talked all night. neither one of you stopped to watch whatever was playing on the tv.

you both slept over at each others houses all the time now. you had clothes at his apartment and he had a toothbrush at yours.

by the eighth there wouldn’t even be a plan, he’d just come over and you’d lay around on the couch, binging a new show.

or you would go over and get your assignments done at his place to help you focus more.

in the ninth month, you two were just basically attached at the hip, an accessory to the other, a package deal.

you would grocery shop together, study together, be each others plus ones at parties.

but it did get frustrating the more people started to ask if you were together together. you hated explaining to everyone that he was just your friend.

… though what you hated even more was when someone asked if you and heeseung were dating, then when you’d explain that you were just friends, they’d ask you to introduce them to him.

they’d ask you for his number or be friends with you to get to him. you didn’t know the feeling you felt in your heart in these moments.

he was your friend, your best friend. so it shouldn’t be jealousy… but you just wanted him all to yourself.

“i think he’s talking to someone.” no, you knew. you knew for a fact that the only person he spent his time with was you.

you lied and you felt guilty. you felt bad keeping him to yourself, knowing that you’d never ruin your friendship by letting yourself feel anything more for him.

you keep him to yourself because deep down you know that you are in lov-

no.

no you couldn’t be in love with him.

you love him. just like any other best friends love each other.

before you knew it, you’d been friends with him for ten months. and you found yourselves right back in the same place you were when you had first talked to each other.

except this time, it was summer and you both sat at the edge of the pool, legs dipped into the water.

it was just the two of you outside, as you watched the sun setting in the distance. you don’t know when everyone snuck back inside but of course you didn’t mind.

there was quite literally no space in between the two of you, just how you always were. and you sat silently watching the ripples in the pool as you both kicked your feet around.

“you know, this is the exact place we were when we first really talked to each other,” he said, filling the silence.

a smile made its way to your lips at the memory, “yeah… ten months ago,” you said, turning to look at him.

his eyes finding yours, and you watched as his eyes dropped down to your lips just for a second. and you had to make yourself look away before the blush reached your cheeks.

he laughed awkwardly as he turned to look in the same direction as you. the sun was almost completely gone now. and for some reason the moment was tense as you avoided looking over at him again.

“back then, i couldn’t even think of anything to say to you. now, we basically live together,” he said. you could see him turn his head to you but you just looked down at the water.

the pool lights turned on then. “i know… i wanted to get to know you too, you’ve always seemed interesting to me,” you admitted, and he laughed to himself.

“can i tell you something? it’s a secret,” he said, angling himself so that he’s facing you more. you looked up him, a genuine look in your eyes.

“you know you can tell me anything,” you said, a sweet smile on your lips. he looked down at them again before he looked away.

“the first time jay introduced you to us, the only thing i could think was that you were the prettiest girl i’d ever seen. and that first time we talked, i only brought up legos because i wanted to build that bouquet with you. i wanted to hang out with you because i was crushing on you since i first laid my eyes on you,” he said, looking at you, hesitantly.

you couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth even though your heart was screaming at you to tell him how you’ve felt too. “… so all this time,” you started, still at a loss for words.

“yes… all this time. and the more time i spend with you, i think the more i fall for you,” he said, almost whispering. his cheeks and ears had turned a light shade of red, and he was fidgeting with his fingers.

you stayed silent as you thought to yourself what this all meant. “… uh- it’s- it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, i just thought you should know-,” he began to ramble before you cut him off.

your lips pressed to his, as you caressed his cheek with a hand. it was quick, just enough to show him how you felt. and when you pulled away, he was still shocked but a smile made its way to his lips.

he sighed in relief, leaning his forehead onto yours and holding the hand that was still on his hot cheek. he leaned in and kissed you again, more slow and gentle this time.

“if you’d have me, i’d really really like to be your boyfriend,” he said, leaning back and taking hold of both your hands in the space between you.

“heeseung, i’d love for you to be my boyfriend,” you replied, a soft blush rising to your cheeks. both of you smiling like lovesick fools, as he wrapped an around your shoulder to bring you into his side.

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kedsandtubesocks · 6 months

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erika i am so curious about baseball player gojo..... like.... omg 😳😳

Sel… I am going to chase after him with a baseball bat…

00: Foul Ball.

You run into the tallest man you’ve ever seen in your life at your favorite local coffee shop.

Literally, while moving to your usual seat this giant of a man, not paying attention on his phone, smacks right into you spilling both his and your hot drinks all over you.

It burns, thankfully not that much. Mainly embarrassment and annoyance burn you more. Frustratingly you try to dab away the mess with the pathetic wad of napkins the guy shoves at you.

“Look! Please let me pay for another drink and anything else you want!” Your mystery man

“No it’s fine.” You seethe trying to gather your dignity.

“Aw come on! Those pumpkin cheesecake muffins look pretty good! Don’t you want one?!” He cries almost desperate.

Turning up you’re about to snap at him when you finally get a very good look at your current enemy.

He’s tall with striking cloud white hair. Sleek modern sunglasses slide down his nose as azure pool eyes stay focused on you. And of course he’s absolutely gorgeous.

To save your sanity your eyes dart to the bakery display and spot those muffins he mentioned.

“…okay fine. But I also want a croissant.” You mutter.

He buys you two of each.

You’re also surprised at how adamantly he drags you to sit down at a table.

“We can break bread together over our temporary peace treaty.” He beams.

The man is annoying charming, like a song you find annoying but can’t help but still bop your head to.

He’s new in town, actually moved here all the way from Japan.

“That’s a long way from home.” You admire genuinely. “What brought you out here?”

“Work.” He says simply and with a shrug.

Your mystery man rapidly and eagerly jumps to ask about you, where you work, what you do.

It feels…like a pity conversation. As easy as it is talking to him, you know this is unfolding simply because he ran into you and is trying to just smooth things over.

“Look,” you sigh picking at your croissant. “We don’t have to do this.” You wearily wave your hand between the you and him. “The pathetic small talk and all that. I get it, accidents happen and I appreciate the apology muffin. But you can head out.”

“Don’t forget the ‘I’m a clumsy and unaware idiot’ croissant I got you.” He adds and your lips twitch.

“And come on. I’m not that boring to talk to am I?”

He isn’t and it annoys you even more.

“Besides, who says I maybe just wanna chat with the cute stranger I accidentally spilled various drinks on?” He smile wide at you and it’s dangerous.

He’s dangerous.

Mystery man vows to run into you again same time next week and he is true to his words. In his hands are more pastry treats and your drink order, because of course he remembered.

It’s then that you finally learn his name.

“Gojo, Satoru Gojo.” He introduces himself. “Though you can call me cute coffee guy.” He smoothly adds.

You refuse to call him that and he playfully cries.

Again, it shocks you how just easy it is talking to him. Conversation is casual and so effortless. Gojo eagerly listens to your recommendations about places to visit, restaurants to try out.

“As long as you go with me! I need my own cute tour guide unless I’ll get lost.” Gojo pleads.

You roll your eyes and hate how fast your heart beats at his words.

Then his phone goes off. Sighing Gojo answers it. You give him privacy by looking at your own phone. However, you can’t help but catch bits of the conversation. He talks about a photo shoot scheduled for the end of the week and how his agent will be making any adjustments to the time slot.

And it clicks. He’s a model. He’s definitely a model.

“Sorry, work being dumb.” Gojo apologizes as he hangs up.

“No worries.” You reassure him casually. You realize you never fully asked about his job last time.

“So, what do you do?” This time you make sure to.

Gojo’s wide sky eyes flicker to you as he takes a sip of his tea.

“Oh I’m a professional baseball player.”

He answers so casually while setting his drink down, like he just told you about the weather. For some reason you can’t help but laugh. Because model made sense, but a baseball player?

“What?!” Gojo cries playfully. “I’m serious look!”

Suddenly he grabs his phone again. He quickly types something on it and turns it to you.

What he did was Google himself. Because of course he did. Low and behold, you discover he is indeed not a model.

Instead, you see his broad shoulders, his tall frame, looking infuriatingly gorgeous in a uniform -

And you learn that your mystery coffee man, Satoru Gojo, is in fact a very real and actually very famous professional baseball player.

#Sel I’m so sorry this is the curse for being a sports girlie 🤡#baseball player!Gojo #Gojo x reader #Gojo 🩵#Sel’s tag 🍭✨#tag games 🎲#asks and such things 💌#long post

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ninjadeathblade · 2 months

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Like the Sun and the Moon (Lego Monkie Kid fanfic)

Summary: Macaque helps MK train a little. Aside from that this is Shadowpeach angst.

Word count: 2,641

Warnings: Mentions of blood, reference to murder, Wukong and Macaque have a complicated past, swearing

Author's notes: Yes, I do briefly reference Shopping Trip but it's not necessary to read. This wasn't meant to be angst, it was going to be fluffy but ho-hum I guess, I lost control of writing this. Enjoy!

It was an adjustment, trying to train MK to begin to handle his new powers and form.

But a welcome one.

Wukong certainly seemed happier.

Macaque was trying his best to help MK adjust.

There was still some tension between the two mentors - things that were never truly going to be spoken about.

Moments they tried not to bring up again, like that night after the shopping trip.

But overall, things were calm.

“Hey Macaque, am I doing it right?” MK called.

Macaque's ears swivelled, pinpointing where the kid was in the trees below him.

“Yeah, that's great!” Wukong shouted from elsewhere.

The warrior dropped down a few branches before catching his tail around the branch above him and hanging, swinging slightly.

MK was in the tree across from him, tail wound tightly around the branch.

“Looser, you're gonna hurt yourself if your tail is that tight around the branch,” Macaque advised.

MK’s face fell. “What if I drop out of the tree?”

“If you do then I'll catch you in a portal, you'll be fine, I promise,” Macaque soothed, holding MK's own golden gaze.

The boy nodded, the brown furred appendage loosening as his brow furrowed with concentration.

“That's it. See? That wasn't so-”

MK dropped like a stone, plummeting down through the tree cover.

“Shit,” Macaque swore, kicking off of the branch to dive into a shadow portal and out into the air where MK should be falling.

Nothing. Thin air.

The shadow dived through another portal, depositing himself onto a lower branch. “MK?!”

“It's okay!” The kid shouted from a short way above him. “Monkey King caught me!”

Macaque let out a relieved breath, scaling up the tree before looking across a few branches at where the other two were. “Hey.”

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Wukong teased, holding their shared apprentice under one arm.

Macaque rolled his eyes, hopping over to stand next to him. “Says the guy who wasn't watching our kid while he was practising with his powers.”

“Um, I'm not your kid, I'm Pigsy's kid,” MK corrected, squirming out of Wukong's grip. “I'm taking a lunch break!”

“Okay kid, go chill for a bit, you've earned it,” the king responded, smiling as he watched the boy leave.

With a sigh he turned back to the warrior. “We should probably take a break too.”

“I can keep going.”

“We both know you're lying so shut up,” Wukong deadpanned with a frown.

Macaque blinked, taken aback by the turn of seriousness.

“C'mon, let's go get lunch,” Wukong said, back to his usual cheery disposition as he grabbed Macaque's wrist and began to lead him through the trees.

It felt strange, being welcome back on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Like hundreds of years hadn't passed.

“Moonbeam, stop stealing all my snacks!”

“But they're tasty!”

“Doesn't mean you can have them whenever you want!”

No, no point getting caught up in the past.

That was before everything happened.

“Mac, you good there?”

Macaque snapped back out of his thoughts, looking at Wukong before down to their now joined hands.

When did that happen?

“Y-yeah, I'm fine.”

Wukong frowned. “Looking a bit shook up. Did MK falling really freak you out that much?”

“Be careful up there, sunburst!”

“I'm fine, starlight!”

“Nope, you're totally going to fall!”

“Wow, how supportive of you! Thanks sooooo much!”

“Yeah, guess I just got worried,” Macaque mumbled the excuse, trying to block out memories he didn't ask for.

Memories of times that it hurt to remember, no matter how happy they were.

Wukong fully turned to him, concern swimming in those golden pools that were focused on him. “Macaque? What's wrong? As in what's really wrong?”

Macaque bit the inside of his lip, thinking it over for a moment before replying. “It's nothing, really. Let's go get food.”

The warrior withdrew his hand from the king's, skipping down branches before falling into a shadow portal that took him to the ground.

Air strangled in his throat as he looked at the clearing in front of him, at the one blooming tree that stood alone in the centre.

He remembered this tree.

He remembered climbing it, chasing his friend through the branches before settling down at the base and crashing out from exhaustion, held in an embrace that was as warm as the sun.

“Bud, are you sure you aren't sick or something?” Wukong questioned quietly as he landed beside him, one hand moving to rest on his shoulder. “You can go home and get some rest if you need.”

“I'm fine,” Macaque breathed, slowly walking over to the tree and tracing his hand over the gnarled bark.

The warrior let his head fall forward and rest against the tree, ears pricking as he heard a few of the other inhabitants skittering around in nearby foliage.

The shadow looked up as the king dropped down beside him with a flurry of blossom petals. “Gonna be honest, I kinda forgot that the peaches won't grow on this for a while.”

The sunlight glimmered behind him, framing his face with a shining glow.

It was radiant.

He was radiant.

It almost distracted Macaque from what he'd said.

“So there isn't going to be anything to eat?” Macaque fixed Wukong with the most unimpressed look he could muster.

“I can-”

“No Wukong, I am not eating your hair.”

“Well then, I got nothing,” Wukong said with a shrug, flipping down out of the tree onto the ground beside him.

Macaque conjured a shadow portal, gesturing to it - and was then thoroughly annoyed when Wukong didn't go through.

“You'll be fine, it's just back to your place.”

The king hesitantly went through and Macaque followed him, closing that one before summoning a smaller one.

One hand reached in and grabbed out a couple packets of crisps before throwing one at Wukong.

“There you go. Try and keep track of the seasons next time.”

Wukong ripped it open, hungrily shoving the cooked potato slices into his mouth. “Mmm! Thank you!”

“Chew with your mouth closed, unhygienic asshole,” Macaque grumbled, walking out of the building and over to where MK was, back to his human form. “Heya kid.”

“Hi Macaque,” MK greeted, one arm slung over his face from where he was lying on the ground.

The warrior prodded at him. “You good?”

The kid let out a groan. “No, don't do that, I'm in so much pain.”

Macaque immediately scanned him for injuries, tail lashing worriedly behind him. “Shit, where did you hurt yourself?”

MK shifted his arm, squinting up at his mentor. “Hurt myself, what? No, I just think that using my powers has drained all my energy.”

Macaque took in a deep breath, calming his nerves. “Yeah, okay, that would make sense.”

MK sat up. “You okay? You seem really shaken up.”

“Moonbeam, what is it, what happened? How can I help? Please, Macaque, tell me what's wrong.”

Macaque grabbed his left arm with the other, stopping the slow shaking that had started up at that most recent flash of memory. “It's nothing MK, don't worry about it.”

The apprentice looked sceptical but stood up. “Okay then. I'm going to say bye to Monkey King. I'll see you again tomorrow Macaque.”

“See ya kid.”

Macaque opened up a shadow portal, dropping into the space between places.

His quiet place, where nothing mattered.

Where he could just let his emotions vent.

The shadows swirled in a torrent around him, blocking out anything that he might have been able to sense from outside.

Why now?

Why those memories of all things?

He was only just fixing their friendship he shouldn't-

He shouldn't be thinking about when they were more.

He could feel himself fracturing, becoming one with the shadows surrounding him.

No.

Not again.

He pulled back the strings of his consciousness, gathering them back to his body.

One hand reached up to trace over the scar that covered most of the right side of his face, over the marred flesh that twisted over his features.

He was fine.

Yes, he was fine.

~•~

Wukong blinked his eyes open at the sound of shuffling from elsewhere, instincts blaring an alarm at the threat of an intruder.

Then his memory kicked in, shutting off those instincts.

It was just Macaque, staying over to seemingly make sure that he ate something.

Wukong watched as the warrior was silhouetted by the moon as he stood in the doorway, a gasp strangling in the king's throat.

There were six ears to that silhouette.

Something was definitely wrong.

Macaque had been acting off all day, acting distant - although that wasn't new - and even nostalgic if possible.

“Sunburst, let me clean that wound for you.”

And it made him feel nostalgic as well.

Of things that had been that could never be again.

Wukong dragged himself up, following Macaque as he left.

It was strange, having him back.

Not the same as he used to be.

Not his shadow.

His warrior.

His moonbeam.

His starlight.

“Your starlight huh? You sound like a sentimental fool.”

“Maybe I am.”

“You're so annoying.”

“But you love me anyway.”

The king swallowed around the thickness in his throat, eyes scanning over the treeline.

He didn't have perfect hearing like Macaque but he did have gold vision.

The sage closed his eyes and then reopened them, flitting across his surroundings and sighing when he couldn't spot the familiar form he was searching for.

“Macaque, where are you?”

“Right here.”

Wukong practically jumped out his skin, turning around and hissing at his friend. “Fucking shit you scared me!”

Macaque just moved closer and dropped his head to Wukong's shoulder, hands grabbing tightly onto his sides.

“Mac? What is it, what happened?” The king whispered. “How can I help?”

The hands only tightened at his sides, claws digging into his skin slightly.

“Please, Macaque, tell me what's wrong.”

Dampness soaked into his skin and Wukong's eyes widened, concern properly overtaking him; he hadn't seen Macaque cry in forever.

Not since before.

“I don't want to.”

“Go away Wukong. I'm fine. Just leave me.”

Similar venom coating his words both times, trying to push him away.

Wukong moved to brush his hands up and down the shadow's back, trying to soothe him.

“Please? Moonbeam?” He tried.

Macaque tensed under his grip.

Okay, maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

“I just want to help.”

Macaque moved away, stepping so he was a short distance away.

Tear tracks glinted in the moonlight down his cheeks.

“I don't know how to get it to go away.” Macaque's voice cracked, looking down at his shaking hands. “I have these feelings that I don't want and it won't go away and I hate it.”

Wukong reached out for him. “Macaque…”

The warrior moved away from him, pacing as he ranted.

“And they won't stop. It was fine before everything with Azure happened and I thought I was okay but when me and MK were looking for you I saw us. From before. And I don't know what to do about it now.”

Macaque turned to face him, a hysterical expression on his face as he dragged one hand back over his head.

“Wukong it doesn't make any fucking sense! I was fine before but now I'm not! I didn't feel any of this up until recently and now it is threatening to ruin everything!”

His face fell, lip quivering.

“And I don't want that. I'm the closest I've been to happiness since coming back.”

“You know, peaches, I think this is the happiest I've ever been.”

“Yeah, me too moonbeam.”

“And I don't-” Macaque paused, taking a deep breath. “I don't want to fuck it up.”

“Fuck what up?” Wukong asked, slowly approaching him.

Macaque let out a sob, more tears sliding down his cheeks. “Our friendship. I keep thinking about before and I don't even know if we'd work like that anymore! You killed me and yet I still care for you.”

“You're so lucky I care for you.”

“I know I am.”

“I still care for you,” Wukong admitted quietly, just loud enough for Macaque alone to hear, gently grabbing Macaque's hand.

The warrior looked up at him, shaking his head slowly. “No. There's- there's so much else going on, we-”

“Who cares?” The king reached his other hand up to cup the shadow's cheek. “Who cares? Yes, you were right, this probably is the calm before the storm. But I have regretted what I did since the second it happened.”

Even now flashes of Macaque's corpse plagued his mind, sticky blood coating his body.

Never feeling fully rid of it.

“Please, Macaque, I can't lose you again,” Wukong all but begged. “I spent centuries trying to remember everything I could about you and then you finally showed back up and I-”

He looked away from Macaque.

“I only pushed you away more. And I need to make up for that.”

Forced his gaze back to meet Macaque's.

“I can't lose you again.”

Macaque stepped away, gaze flitting around wildly. “No, no, Wukong, we can't.”

“Why not?!” Wukong asked, voice rising.

Macaque flinched further away from him, all six ears pressing back.

“I need to go.”

“No, Macaque, please don't leave again.”

Something flickered across the warrior's face, there and gone within the span of a second.

All too late the king noticed the portal of shadows under Macaque's feet.

“I'm sorry Wukong.”

The sage threw himself onto the ground that the shadow had disappeared into, one fist pounding against the dirt.

“Hey, Wukong, look! I made a little portal!”

No.

“Wukong, are you sure this is a good idea?”

No.

“No, that's you! You're the one who's always running off! Looking for more power, more sources of immortality! You're the one who wouldn't quit while we were ahead! Not the Great Sage, he's got to drag everyone else into his mess!”

No!

“Please, just come back,” he cried, slumping against the floor. “I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry.”

“The two of you are such a mess.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Come on! Show me the real Sun-Wukong! The old you would have levelled this whole mountain range to stop me! But you're scared of hurting some kid. Pathetic!”

“I'm sorry!”

“Macaque told me a story one time about you two. Well, not me specifically. But he said about how you two were like the sun and the moon. You and him sure used to be close, didn't you Monkey King?”

“Macaque, I'm sorry,” Wukong repeated. “I'm sorry I was so obsessed with power. I'm sorry I forgot about you.”

The tingling sensation of something brushing past him.

“And I'm sorry that we'll never be able to go back to what we used to be.”

“We could,” Wukong said, frowning when nothing was behind him.

Macaque had always loved mind games but he didn't feel like this was the time for them.

“Because years worth of battles can just be forgotten? Brushed over? Crossed out and not written into the history books?”

The voice echoed around him, wind swirling and buffering the treetops.

“No but we could work through it,” Wukong responded. “I love you, I don't want to fight again.”

The wind died down and the shadow cast from him by the moon, violet eyes opening and staring at him.

“Really? You aren't just saying that?”

“Fuck, no, of course not,” Wukong near cried.

The shadow's eyes narrowed, as if in contemplation.

“I need some time.”

“We have all the time in the world, Macaque, a whole universe to explore!”

“Can we just stay here for a little longer though?”

“Of course.”

“You know me. All the time in the world,” the sage replied, trying to ignore the pang in his chest as the shadow's eyes closed.

It was something.

They had… they had something.

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@rinbowaman

My first ask for heelel hehe

So imagine realena and helan go to the mortal world and it's summer time..so our baby helan sees a family hanging around in their plastic pool

So now when they go back helan wants to do the same family thing with heelel and realena, let's just imagine that heelel was not with them in mortal world he sent one of his Bros instead..

So Realena decides to surprise him with both the pool and a sexy swimsuit... then they 3 have their family time and after that HEELEL'S reaction to realena swimsuit I leave it to you 😈😈😈

Swimsuit something like this

ahhhhh! Omg puhleeese!!! The black color and the gold chains! Yooo you asking for it.

“Beach Day.”

MDNI18+ content below the line.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, breeding kinks, impregnation, obsessive son and father with reader (mother/wife) Heeseung is the Devil, and Reader is his wife (drabble is based off Se7en series)

“Mommy, mommy! Can we go inside this one?”

“Mmm sure.”

Listening to the soft piddle-paddle of Helan’s feet, you watched as your baby boy runs up to you, reaches for your hand and placed his best effort to drag you into the store he wanted to explore.

“Stay close to me mommy.” He calmly states as he looks at you with his dark, wide eyes. Like his father, Helan was born relentlessly obsessed with you. Sure it was natural for children to be partial and attached to their mothers....but with Helan, it was much different.

“I know baby. Mommy’s right next to you.”

Smirking, he places a soft peck on your hand as he does his best to get a good grip, slightly struggling as his tiny hand barely could fully envelope your own. Looking back over his shoulder, he speaks out.

“Uncle, can you stay close to mommy too?” Helan asks.

“I’m here little buddy.” Jungwon responds back. "Nothing is going to come near mommy. I promise."

With that reassurance, Helan walks a little bit ahead, always peeking back a side eye to ensure that you were were left only with the interaction of his uncle, and that no one else approached you.

Taking turns spending a day with your baby, each brother enjoyed their time with their precious nephew, often scuffing out verbal duels to obtain their time with Helan.

……….....................................

“It’s my turn! You had him the day before yesterday!”

“No-no Niki, I specifically remember you having him two days ago. It’s my turn.”

“Stop right there Jake, I promised baby boy that I would take him with me to visit the mortal realm because he wants to see wheee his mommy is from.”

“But Sunoo, you’ve had him the most. I barely got to spend time with the baby, it’s my turn.”

“Waaaaait…..Sunghoon….I promised him I would show him my cats. Besides I missed out last week because Jay kept hogging him.”

“The boy wanted to watch the swarms fly over the sky. He’s obviously taking after me the most, he’s mine.”

“This is ridiculous! We need to set a schedule, each of us will take Helan each day if the week, agree?”

“I’m with Jake, that sounds good.”

“Me too.”

“yeah that’s doable.”

“Alright so everyone agrees, and since it was MY idea, we’ll start with me. Come here little buddy, come see uncle Jake, you wanna go see Layla?”

“Jake that is so beneath you. Taking the first day because you came up a less than novel idea?”

"You guys agreed to it, so little man is going to spend the day with me first." Taking Helan by the hand, Jake softly speaks as he leads his nephew into his region of Hell. From that point forward, the brothers all agreed and had split the days of the week to spend time with baby Helan, leaving you and Heeseung to enjoy each other's company alone....quite a bit.....perhaps more than what you're body was willing to take........

"You want me to fuck another baby inside you...yeah? Is that what you want, pretty?"

Thrusting in roughly, jerking your body upwards as you remain underneath and trapped in between his arms, your hands reach up to plead with him as your fingers dig into arms while you succumb to the effects of being fucked by the Devil.

"Ugh! Yes! yes! I want-I want another baby!" you whimpered out, all the while your gut snaps as you feel yourself reaching the peak of another orgasm, while your husband continues to plunder and throb inside you, biting his lip as he props himself on high kneels. His arms swoop under your kneecaps and hold you steady as he continues to thrust, and increase the pace. He stares at you with sadistically wide and intrigued eyes as he bites down on his lip, his hair swooped off to the side as he combs through it, using the sweat from his brow to keep it slicked over. "Yeah? Tell me you love carrying my babies....tell me."

"I...I....I llll-love.....i love carrying your babies!" you gasped out, desperately needing air as each time he thrusted, you felt your breath being knocked out of your chest as you yelled out your moans for all of Hell to hear. "Ugh! Please!....I-I cant.......C....can i rest?...."

"No......keep talking while i fuck you baby." his tone was stern and relentless as his eyes became domineering and carried a teasing sense as he smirks under lazy eyes, loving the image of you struggling for composure due to his member pulsating and beating your walls as he mercilessly fucks you....over....and over.....and over again.....

"I got you all to myself six days out of the week baby.....let me take care of you.....LET ME FUCK THE HELL OUT OF YOU."

"N-no! Please! Wait! Not too rough!"

"Mmm....come here."

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

You never can remember much afterwards, Heeseung had a habit of making you black out each and ever single time he took you. It was wild, and fiery with the way he gave you orgasms that you never knew existed, the problem was that you wish you had the stamina to withstand the amount of rounds he had within him. What with some nights, he'd take you and feasted upon your raging sensual pleasures all night, leaving you no time to breathe or rest. Walking up to the store, Jungwon takes notice of your pensive state as you gently rubbed your forehead and stared at the ground.

"How is my elder brother treating you? Still worshipping you?" he teases as he takes a bag of some toys you had purchased for Helan. Swinging the bag over his shoulder, he continues to converse with you as he frees your hands.

"Yes....he does.....probably more than what i can take..."

"How do you mean?"

"I just.....well...."

You gave a slight side eye towards Jungwon, seeking his approval for you to open up, to which he gathered and reassured you that he was all ears.

"Dont worry, you can tell me anything. You can talk to any of us about anything related to Heeseung, its nothing that could ever shock us...the man waited nearly 7 thousand years for you, trust me....we all know what he's capable of." Jungwon smirks out.

"He's so brutal......in the manner of how he shows and displays his love.....some days i feel like i'm dying all over again out of exhaustion and lack of breathe. He just will keep going...and going...."

"well that's no surprise....he loves you and....well...he's just infatuated with you, y/n.....probably too much. But its' what keeps him in a better mood. this is going to sound crazy but....i feel like with my elder brother...it seems like he tends to get more rough when he's ready to....you know...."

Looking up at Jungwon, you raised a confused brow and with a single look, you compelled him to elaborate to what he was hinting at. Smirking, he chuckles shyly for a moment before telling you.

"He's wanting to breed."

"......But.....we just had Helan nearly two years ago....."

"Yeah...and?"

".....I just....but.."

"Y/n, haven't you seen the patterns?"

"....patterns?"

"Haven't you noticed that there are certain times........the way he walks, talks, and carries himself, he' can be calm, very rational and tender."

Thinking as Jungwon detailed the outlines of your husbands behavioral traits, you come to realize that he was right. There were times where Heeseung was alot more calm and soothing.

"But there are times....after a while of being so very....calm....he gets to be kind of.......hungry....."

Eyeing you from the side, his smile fades and his tongue rolls in his mouth as he hints of the periodic changes when it came to Heeseung's mannerisms. You look back to see Jungwon's narrowed eyes glinting out a look with raised eyebrows, hinting that he and his brothers full well knew what goes on behind closed doors.

"remember how he was when he first got you? that's because he waited for so long....now that he has you, every once in a while, despite having you, he gets the urge to......to show evidence of his love for you.....evidence like..." nodding his chin ahead, he hints towards your baby boy, who was taking a gander at the boutiques all around him. "Evidence like Helan........he's going to want more. not because he cares about having sons, or to carrying out his lineage.....babies that are produced are nothing more than an embodiment of his love and proof that he has you."

"I.....I dont know if i want to have anymore babies....at least not right now...i just....."

Looking over to the side windows of the boutiques you both walked passed, Jungwon softly interjects "I dont think you really have much choice....otherwise....he's just going to continue tearing you to pieces....."

Wide eyed, you realized he was right. You didn't have much choice. After all, what was the sense in waiting until you were ready? You were trapped, in Hell, always under the watchful eye of your husband or his brothers, not to mention your baby boy, who came out just as clingy and obsessive as his father. You never had a choice...the moment you were brought back with him, you were forced to remain in chains, before his throne, and to become the portrait of his desire and constant affection. You were forced to stay, to love, to recieve love, and to be a wife and mother. Despite how bad it all sounded, and knowing full well that the entire experience may have distorted your rational sense, you settled and ended up loving him back.....perhaps it was Stolkholm Syndrome....you knew it more than likely was, but you had stopped caring about that the moment you watched as Heeseung's dark and hungry eyes would at times, transition to a soft and wide form, looking at you so tenderly and lovingly.

"Mommy mommy!"

"Hm?"

"Can we get that?"

Helan points out to a large kitty pool, colored in soft baby blue with yellow and pink patterns of various cartoon characters all over. A wide LED television screen displays in motion, of a loving family surrounding the pool in their backyard, with a small boy of Helan's age running around and dipping into the pool.

"Oh.....baby....I'm not sure how we can bring this back with us." you softly speak as you lean in, noting the pool's size.

"They normally would do a delivery.....but in our case......" Jungwon trails off, noting that 'home' for the three of you was well beyond outreach for any postal service to commute to.

"Why dont we just go to the beach?....We can make a family trip out of it. Jake can get us the most private spots, that way we can come and pick this up and set it up next to the water." Jungwon insisted.

It wasn't too bad of an idea. It had been a while since you last went to the beach....far too long.

Agreeing, Jungwon took you and Helan back, and coordinated with the brothers about beach day.

.....................

"A day at the beach huh...." Heeseung softly smirks out, as baby Helan told him of the upcoming fun filled day.

"Uh huh. Mommy says she's going to swim with me. Daddy, will you come swim with me and mooooommmy?"

With the small boy on his lap, Heeseung leans his face into his palm as he slouched in his throne so casually, subtly bouncing the boy on his thigh as he bites onto index finger while he answers. "Yeah.....we'll go take you to swim." Helan laughs as Heeseung increases the pace of the bounce, with his long finger still in the clenching grip of his teeth, Heeseung smirks as he notes Helan's smiling face and laughter. You watched from the bed and noted the father son moment.

"May I be excused?....I see my seamstress coming up the stairway, but she doesn't need to come all the way up since she's just delivering somethng."

Nodding slightly, Heeseung glances at you after looking down the stairway to in fact see that your seamstress, an old demon maiden, walking up the stone path.

"You may go darling." Softly admitting his words, he sighs out as he tenderly casts his gaze over you up and down. Releasing his finger out from the grasp of his teeth, he raises it and with his palm facing up to the sky, he gestures his finger for you to come to him. Doing so, the moment you were within an arms distance, you felt the gravitational pull of his telekinetic force and power pull you in so suddenly, just up until your nose met with the tip of his own.

"Come right back......I'll be keeping an eye......darling." he softly whispers as he reaches and places a hand behind your head, pulling you in to a deep and feasting kiss.

"mm...i will...." you mumbled into his kiss as he slightly bites down on your bottom lip. It went without saying, considering Heeseung was far more powerful, faster, and knew the regions more than you ever could figure out when it came to Hell. Yet it stunned you, that even after all this time and despite you never displaying efforts into escaping.........where could you even begin? As much as you had wanted to in the beginning, you gave up any thought or idea since it was an impossible feat, yet Heeseung always mandated for you to come right back after gaining enough trust to let you wander....only in short distance while still under his sight.

"Come back to us mommy. I will see you." Helan softly speaks out, his voice so childish and cherub-like, with his bubbly features as he reaches up and grabs onto your hair.

"I will...I'm just going down for just a second...." switching your gaze over from Helan to Heeseung, you reassured as you noted Heeseung's eyes growing dark and losing all life as he glares with a look of starvation and urge. "I promise......" you softly nodded with a somewhat worried look as you reassured him. Times like this, he was always so scary, no matter how much you knew him and spent every waking second with him. His kind and soft moments were the most desired, the moments that any woman would dream to have, and while his riled urges drove him to the point of insanity and to instill fear, you couldn't help but note how much he still displayed love even when being the Devil.

Walking down the steps, the old seamstress reaches well above half up, leaving you to not stray off far, much to Helan and Heeseung's pleasure. Both sat atop Heeseung's throne as they watched over you.

Handing you a soft velvet cloth that was folded neatly, the seamstress delivers the request that you had asked of her the moment the beach day was planned.

"Thank you." you softly admitted as you hand her a golden jewel from your collection that Heeseung gifted you after your arrival to Hell. It wasn't at all required, yet you always wanted to show your appreciation to the elder maiden who remained primarily in Earth. "It will be......much to his liking." she crackles as she hints up towards Heeseung.

"......Thank you.....I'm sure it will be.....he likes all the pieces you make for me." with that, she nods and you make your way back up.

"Mommy what did you get?"

"just something for beach day." setting the cloth away, you shrugged off the topic as you walked over and sat on Heeseungs lap, while placing Helan on your own, doing your best to deter their minds away from what the seamstress just delivered.

...............................

The day that Helan greatly looked forward to was here. The weather was so warm, it felt nice to be out in the sun once again. The location Jake had reserved was one you thought you'd never see, it was an exclusive and private area that only high profiled members of society would be able to have access too. Yet, for any brother, this wasn't an impossible feat to obtained, especially for the Serpent King himself, he who controls the sea.

Each brother migrated around to enjoy the view and the warm water. Helan immediately took to Jake as he casted a marvelous display of rolling waves to issue a clear scene of the aquatic wildlife beneath the ocean floor, much like how he showed you the day you met him.

Standing firmly and admiring the view quietly, Heeseung occasionally glanced over towards you, looking at the delicate and sheer material of your long black sun dress. Peaking a brow up, he could slightly make out what was underneath, and was curious to see it in full view.

"Undress yourself....." he deeply speaks out, saying nothing more as he stood and only moved his eyes.

"Mm.....okay..." you softly murmured as you obeyed the Devil, your loving and tainting husband.

Slipping off the sheer and slinky material, you let it drop and watched as each brother took in a sight before turning away and smirking to themselves. Heeseung merely stood, in a casual ensemble of black swim trunks and a white, long sleeve that was left unbuttoned and rolled halfway up his forearms, exposing his toned muscles on above his wrists and his abdominal and pectoral regions.

He merely stood and eyed you up and down from the side, projecting his side profile high as he glared at you from the corner of his eye. The gold chains holding the black slinky material that barely covered you was something that nearly made him drooled. The way your breasts were delicately cradled and carried with the bottoms subtly covering your core.

"Hey y/n! Heeseung! You guys coming into the water?" Jake yells out as he carries baby Helan, while the other brothers surround them and jump in the water, igniting a splash fight.

"In a minute...." Heeseung deeply delivers as he takes you by the arm and pulls you against him. "We'll be right back." he yells out as he pulls in you in and transports you both to Hell, where you found yourself standing against him inside a well known spot he took you in constantly, it was a water fall cascading lukewarm water into a sparkling pool that was surrounded by Lillies and glittering dew.

His hands handled you gently as they migrated up and down your waist, while he tilts his head and gains a better view as he slightly leans in, brushing his lips against every sense of skin on your face.

"So is this what you picked up the other day from that old woman?" he asks.

"Yes....." you remark as you draw your hands upward and wrap it around his neck.

"I like it." he says.

"I knew you would....." you whispered back as you brush your lips against his throat. Knowing that he had been displaying the urge, your plans in getting him to a calming point was to let him know that you were ready...and willing....

"will you help me take it off?" you gently asked as you press your lips against his Adams Apple.

Without saying anything back, he undoes the top and flings it over to the side. With his lips pressed against your skin, he drags it downward as he loops his fingers on the bottoms, and pulls it down, helping you out of them as you place our hands on his shoulders. Standing completely nude, you wait for him to stand straight up again before you subtly start to slip his shirt off. His face revealed a countenance of intrigue and satisfaction at your manner in initiating the physical contact, loving the way you were seemingly yearning for him, just as much as he yearned for you.

He flings his shirt away to meet with your swimsuit.

“Down...." his voice was deep and dark as his blackened eyes loses all luster and becomes matte with the evil aura eluding out of his gaze. With his arm around your waist, you feel him slightly tugging you down as you kneel and with the crevice of your breasts just above the waterline, you submerge his entire length inside your mouth. "Good girl." he gasps out as he tilts his head back.

Stroking his member in and out of your mouth, you suck hard on his tip while forming a ring around the base with your fingers. Gently rubbing up and down, you focus on the head as you twirl your tongue around and trace the tip of it on the grooves and veins of his thick member.

Thinking back to Jungwon's talk, you figured to tame the beast, you needed to let him eat. Hence why you summoned the seamstress, knowing full well that the Devil loved seeing you in black....loved seeing you nearly nude....and loved to devour you.

Looking up, you met his gaze as you popped the tip of his shaft out of your mouth and softly issued your words.

"Eat me......breed with me......please?"

Hearing your words was all he needed to lift and pin you against his body. "Yeah? Is that why you're being the little seductress that you are? hmm?"

Nodding, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him as he takes no time to shove himself into your cavity.

"Ah! Yes! Yes! Yes that's why!" you gasped out, feeling the intense pain of his throbbing muscle jamming into you underwater.

"Yeah? You gonna let me breed you again?"

"Yes...."

"You gonna let me go hard?"

"yes....."

And he did. In every single way possible, starting off with your chest pinned against his, before turning you around and leaning you over the grassy ledge while surrounding your pretty face with the freshly bloomed Lillies and even taking you and planting your back against the smooth rock surface under the waterfall. You succumbed to the performance of the Devil as he relentlessly fucks you. With everyone left at the beach with your baby, no one but the demons that roamed heard your orgasmic screams as he not only railed himself inside you, but tore you to pieces, and you loving every single bit of it......now that you've accepted his reason behind his rough love.

Thrusting in and out, defying gravity, the laws of physics, and everything in between that made rational sense, he dispels all sorts of tricks and magic as he uses his powers to fuck you in high speed, slow depths, mid levitation, and sprouting his antlers for you to grab hold as he shoves your breasts in his mouth while pumping you with his shaft.

In between his thrusts, he gasps out his words as he grips your throat, with his thumb extending up and stroking your jawline.

"I dont fucking care how many babies we have......they'll never amount to you. I'll fucking breed you until the end of time.....fucking take it......take it forever....i waited thousands of years to have you....you're mine....only mine."

Nodding in a panic, you furrowed your brows to reflect the slight bit of worry in your face as you prepared yourself for what was about to come.....

Increasing the pace, his claws coming forward and digging into your skin, he extends his demonic fangs and bites into your breasts, your neck, and your shoulder as he continues to fuck you brutally. It was painful, not because of the sharpness of his bite or the intensity of his thrusts, it was because of the overwhelming and sickening sense of pleasure that only the Devil could give to you. It was entirely too sinful, something like this.....could never exist in the real world...it was something that had to be banned and only exist in Hell.....where only the Devil could give it. The heightening peak of that knot stretching out, to the point where it snaps and you gush all over as the product of your pleasure merges with the water.

"AH! He-Heeseung!!!! Please!!!!!" you screamed out, with blood trailing down from his bite as he "shhh's" against your neck.

"Take it all in....." he whispers, coming to a calm manner as he releases inside you. Reaching up with his hand as the other remains around your waist, he pets your long hair as he continues to calm your raging orgasm, watching your body jerk uncontrollably on his shaft as it throbs and pumps millions of his demonic seeds inside you.

...........................

"Oh look! Mommy and daddy are back!" Helan yells out and points as Jake and the others all turn to view you and Heeseung arriving back to the beach.

"Hey come on in, the water is nice and warm." Jake yells out.

Walking into the water with Heeseung leading you, Helan runs up to greet you and hug around your leg as you dawn the stunning black two piece that was made for you. Leading you into the water, baby Helan cradled in your grasp, you walk into the water, waist high, as you splash lightly towards his feet, enjoying the view of your baby boy laughing jovially. Grabbing onto the gold chains that linked your swimsuit together, Helan tells you in his childish voice.

"I like this mommy. You look pretty."

Nodding, you thank him as you kiss his forehead, swiping the hair away from his face and off to the side. He looked so much like his father, who stood from the side, towering above you and Helan as he admires the love of his life and the product of his love for you.

Taking the baby, Heeseung picks up Helan from your grasp gently as he takes a moment to play with his special boy. While you stood and watched with a smile as you witness your husband having fun with your little boy, you looked down into the clear water and felt a twitch in your stomach.......a familiar sense that you received before....because unlike mortals, being impregnated by the Devil was far more advanced and fast pace......and you knew, that one of those little seeds he implanted had just found its way to the very spot that would become a mold of their father's image....just like Helan.

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Weeks and months, but not quite years, go by and those running our network see no new videos of Australian beauty Laura! And now there's a flood -- 3 in this recent stretch. Here's the latest "discovery!"

LAURA OVERLOAD MADNESS (AGAIN)!

WITH 'BFF' NATALIE, SHOOTING SOME POOL AND ENJOYING VSI20s!

★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ | Four-and-a-Half "Stars"

From allwhiteone20s | ★★☆ (S/R)

Tri-Media 11-Post, 53-Pack Megapost!

LAURA SHOWING JUST HOW ELEGANT SHE IS!

Laura struck out a place in the Greater SF World Community scene with an assortment of traits and gifts that she packaged together in a remarkable and unique way that no other SF model/actress could duplicate or even approach! A rare and shining example of just how sexy, beautiful and appealing BHYSWs (Beautiful Hot, Young Smoking Women) can be in our little realm, particularly within our corner of space carved out among us who have gone down the tumblr SF-Content posting path. Laura is a special Smoking Angel for sure!

. . . well, Laura, was selected as the No. 1 choice for the "unofficial" official Top-25 all-time favorite SF models list published on vs120shound in January 2023. Years ago, we dubbed her "The Smoking Fetish Queen" and for good reason. Some of the photos of Laura that are contained in our Megapost from November 19 are repeats. Repeating these pictures is not ideal but our family of blogs/vlogs/webpages is guilty of far more egregious transgressions than that. (No one is in jail anywhere for forcing folks to see a picture for more than just one time.) We have a firm "NO REPEATS" policy in place within our domain but it applies to videos and clips only but not for photographs. Inconsistent! Hypocritical? Perhaps both. This is not the place or time to explain or defend our position. So long as we are consistent about it, our friends, fans and followers will know what to expect from us. Just hang out with us, gain some measure of pleasure from browsing our offerings and do so with few surprises insofar as what to anticipate next from our family. With tomorrow being Thanksgiving in the U.S.A., we will say that among much that qualifies, we express that we are thankful that we can share our Smoking Lovelies with those who are so inclined to keep us in mind for such enjoyment. And we are thankful in particular for Laura whom as an Australian does not celebrate this holiday. We shall never tire of adding more content of Laura to our network. Common sense dictates that it would be prudent to attempt to avoid any forms of "overload madness!" But not when it comes to Laura: The more of her, the better. Madness or otherwise; overload or otherwise. Overload Madness? That is something that is, quite candidly, aspirational for us! And we have no shame in admitting to that -- at all! Here is to hoping for an invigorating and joyful holiday celebration and starting on Black Friday a resumption of the recent spree -- ignited by the postings of others on tumblr -- of "Laura-ism"-type posts for all of us to enjoy and for us to re-blog in our own special, Megapost style!

Our Centerpiece video is from a post by allwhiteone20s on November 20, 2023 before vs120shound-2 started the re-posting process for our brand on November 21, 2023. The allwhiteone20s post had collected 189 positive comments (likes/re-blogs) as "LAURA OVERLOAD MADNESS (AGAIN)!" was leaving production and headed out for publication at 11:31 a.m. EST on 112223!

Re-blogged: November 22, 2023

Our Most Recent Post of Laura on Our Network!

From vs120shound on November 19, 2023 . . .

Assortment of scintillating photos of "The Smoking Fetish Queen!"

#SF #Hot women who love smoking cigarettes #Smoking cigarettes #Smoking #allwhiteone20s!#Laura of Australia!#No. 1 on our “unoffical” official Top-25 favorite SF models list!

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truths33k3r4 · 6 months

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CHAPTER 4 - 'Signs' of Life

" What are you doing? Get away from there."

Raphael's infamous frown adorned his face as he motioned for Mikey to leave the doorway.

" Oh come ON, DUDE! Aren't you curious at all about the OTHER MUTANT TURTLE?? Last I checked, we've never seen other mutants before. AND SHE'S ALSO A TURTLE!! Coincidence? I THINK NOT."

Mikey lifted his eyebrows in question. Raph sighed and rolled his eyes as he leaned onto the counter top and crossed his arms.

" Yeah, I s'pose I'm a little curious. But don't get too excited about her. Just cause she looks like us doesn't mean she'll immediately become our ally. We know nothin' about her."

Mikey sagged his arms in disappointment and groaned.

"Ok, Senior-Kill-Joy, so I should just assume she's our ENEMY?"

" No, Drama Queen, I'm sayin' we should stay on guard at all times. She could be dangerous."

"RAPH," Mikey flaunted his head, " YOU'RE dangerous. Does that make you my enemy? ANYONE could be a threat, but you shouldn't immediately assume they are! That right there is the fastest way to NEVER make any friends."

Raph grew a small smile on his face and loosened his arms a bit.

" It's also the best way to keep your head in the game and never let your guard down..."

In a blur, Raph pushed off the counter and wrapped his arms around Mikey's neck.

"... like that."

Mikey blinked in amazement and shock at the speed of Raph's attack.

" See, if you had been prepared and assumed I was a threat, then maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't have been caught so easily. Get my drift, little brother?"

Mikey begrudgingly nodded.

Then- in his retaliation- Mikey sloppily licked his tongue over Raph's arm.

Accordingly, Raph released his grip and squealed, wiping off the fresh river of spit pooled on his skin.

"GGYEEEIIII!!!! -MIKEY HAMATO, YOU'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT JUST HOW DANGEROUS I CAN BE......."

. . .

Lotus' eyes groggily opened as she gave a long sigh. Apparently she fell asleep? She turned her head over to see- Donnie? Don? Was that his name? He was still sitting next to her, but the humming was replaced with.. snoring. His head hung limp over his torso and his arms lay sprawled out on the floor. His glasses were hanging on his face by a thread.

' Guess his calming technique worked a little too well. '

Lotus couldn't help but softly chuckle at the sight, which resulted in Don startling himself awake, flinging his head up and yeeting his glasses into the abyss of the pile of clothes on the floor behind him.

" -WHA??!? I'M UP!!! Whhaaaa happened?" Don sucked the tiny bit of slobber from his lip and wiped it with the back of his hand. " ARE YOU OK?"

Lotus was now adorned with a full smirk on her face. She minimally nodded and placed her thumb to her plastron with her fingers pointed up. ( American Sign Language for- " I'm Fine." )

Don's eyes grew and his mouth opened the slightest bit. Then a huge smile sprung onto his face. After fishing through the pile of laundry for his glasses and returning them to his face, a thought came to his mind.

" Wait! You use ASL? ( American Sign Language) Who taught you that? Wait- oh shoot- are you deaf? Or- hard of hearing? ... WAIT NO. You- uh- you understood me fine earlier... Orrrr did you read my lips?"

Lotus' smirk blossomed into a small smile.

" I.. can...hear you. " She spoke. " I was taught by.." Lotus' eyes loomed onto the scars on her wrists. " ...them." Lotus winced a little as she massaged the invisible restraints that were once there. "They... didn't know I could speak. So.." She lifted both her hands and signed the words, " Taught. Me. ASL."

Don's smile quickly dissolved into a frown. And, using his own amount of knowledge with ASL, he signed back,

" I'm sorry. You. Past. Go. Through."

Lotus' smile also vanished as she turned her gaze away from Don to the ceiling. She let out a small huff from her nose. Her eyes glimmered from moisture but no tears dared to fall.

Don placed his hand on the edge of the bed and gave Lotus a shy smile. He could sense the need for silence at this moment. Ever since he was a kid, it was harder for him to understand how emotions worked, and how to deal with them accordingly. But thankfully, as a turtle of science, he had the perfect test subject to observe for that particular study: the most emotion-filled creature on the planet, his little brother. As the years passed, he studied and watched how Mikey would react to different situations. And he learned through it all how to eventually be able to comfort and help his brothers through tough times.

And with all that data in his brain now, he sensed that this was a moment for quiet. Don still stayed by Lotus' side, but this time, no words came from his lips. Not even a hum.

As someone who was taught for two years how to do ASL, and knowing that Rise of the TMNT had their Donatello signing, I really wanted to incorporate it into my story with one of the characters signing. :) In my universe, Don learned Sign Language as a kid. ( along with all his brothers.) Splinter taught them all when they first arrived at his home in the sewers 12 years ago. Splinter didn't know if they were capable of speech, so he taught them a somewhat easy way to be able to communicate. :)

If you have any questions about my story or characters, I'd love to hear them! You can go ahead and send me an ask or message! :)

That's all! To God be the glory!

~ Melissa

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teekays · 3 months

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please please elaborate on what happened in montreal my interest has been piqued I am listening intently

OKAY SEE THATS THE THING IS LIKE. we don't know for sure. all we have is this loose, mildly suspicious timeline i'm constructing from memory after one (1) canned cocktail from august that i found while cleaning my room so fill in the blanks accordingly.... SO. trevor shows up at one of the devs playoff games to pal around with jim hughes. doesn't do his usual Hyping Up of the boys. which like, let me make my disclaimer that i obviously do not expect these dudes to constantly be hanging out together like it's a fanfic and this is literally just me making stuff up to make it up for funsies because i love their toxic codependent homoerotic teenage besties dynamic 🫶 they've got their own stuff going on etc etc.

EXCEPT. they were together in montreal with cole and aforementioned agent who i am specifically insane about at an f1 race. normal! fun!

besties behavior. and then it starts to take a turn if you are someone who likes to speculate.

the rest of the summer, they didn't seem to hang out really at all, which is kinda weird because trevor is a known hughes lake house guest, but again, he's got his own stuff going on. in that video about the off season that i cannot find to save my life rn about the hughes lake house he's not on their little pool scoreboard. WHICH COULD MEAN NOTHING. but then jack started to get VERY pal-y with matty beniers, of all people, INCLUDING at that bauer thing that him and trevor were both at. and then he tagged along on the briss-matty volleyball tournament gay porn shoot love fest while trevor was nowhere to be found, and since then they've been pretty much absent from each other's general spheres which makes sense because the season is busy and iirc when the devils and anaheim played at least one of them was out? but i simply find it interesting............ especially because we (me and c whitenikes) like to make pat kind of evil in our little mental sandbox and i like to imagine he was making trevor resentful of jack. but again that is simply all in our minds so do with this what you will....

#when you write it out it sounds normal but trust and believe we've been cooking this for months #asks

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wonderlandleighleigh · 1 year

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For your reading pleasure, with @alixinwwonderland‘s blessing

I present to you ten pages of 89-year-old Midge Maisel on Hot Ones.

“Hey, what’s up, everybody. For First We Feast, I’m Sean Evans, and you’re watching Hot Ones. The show with hot questions and even hotter wings. Today we’re joined by Midge Maisel. She’s a comedy legend with credits that span the Gordon Ford program, the Tonight Show, the Carol Burnett Show, as well as countless other variety shows and comedy specials as well as her own show, Midge Hour. She has a new memoir coming out, entitled ‘What’s My Name Again?’ Midge, welcome to the show.”

“Quite an introduction, thank you,” Midge beams.

“Now, Midge, how are you with spicy food?” Sean asks.

“I love spicy food,” she tells him, her smile still big. “I used to eat hot peppers to get out of dates.”

Sean blinks. “Wow. That is…so you’re ready for this, huh?”

“Fuck yeah.”

They dig into the first wing, and Midge doesn’t flinch, taking a nice bite, and nodding. “Mm. This one is nice.”

“High praise, that’s one of ours,” Sean tells her.

“Oh, can I get a bottle?”

“You can have that bottle.”

“Oh.” She reaches out, taking it and shoving it into her purse, making Sean and the crew laugh.

“Midge, you’ve written a few books now about comedy and show business and your experiences, what makes this new one different?” Sean asks, as he tries to control his laughter.

Midge chews and swallows, sitting back. “This one got personal in ways I’d previously shied away from,” she explains. “You know, before it felt a little salacious to talk about my personal life, and my struggles outside of show business, but at this point in my life, I don’t really care anymore. And I think if people can relate to those personal struggles and see themselves in some of them, then that’s valuable. Also, all of the men I mention in the book have died, so everyone is fair game.”

More laughter.

They eat the next wing and Midge nods thoughtfully. “Sweeter. Nice.”

“Yeah, the tropiqante is real unique,” Sean agrees. “So your father went from a math professor at Columbia to a renowned theater critic, and your mother went from being a housewife to a popular matchmaker in the Upper West Side. They went through transitions in the early sixties in the same way you did, finding themselves and these new passions and careers. Did that influence your comedy trajectory?”

Midge laughs softly. “Oh. No. No, no, no, my comedy career influenced them. They saw me going out and going after what I wanted and they both realized that they could also do more. Be more than they were, and they were both very talented, determined people. My mother actually became a matchmaker out of necessity. My father’s journalism career was nowhere near lucrative enough to support himself and Mama, so she went pro with the matchmaking to support the family. We definitely pool resources. But they blamed me for the changes they wound up making in their lives. I got yelled at about a few times.”

They move on to the next wing and Midge takes a bite, stopping and nodding. “Mmm. I like that one. That one is great.”

“Right?” Sean agrees. “That’s my favorite this season.”

Midge picks up the bottle, grinning. “I like the kitty label. Can I have this one too?”

“You sure can.”

She grins and drops it into her purse, earning her more laughter.

“You’re off to a great start,” Sean chuckles.

“It’s good!” Midge chirps happily.

“Is it true that when you were working on the Gordon Ford Show, Lucille Ball used to come backstage to hang out with you?” Sean asks.

Midge laughs, clapping her hands and shaking her head. “Not even a little bit! I met Lucille Ball a few times, at things like awards shows, but by and large, we didn’t run into each other. I had nothing but respect for her, but we just didn’t run in the same circles. There were two women who, when they came on the show, would come backstage and we’d smoke cigarettes and gossip and have a good time.”

“Carol Burnett and Julie Andrews?” Sean guesses.

She nods, beaming at him. “I love them both dearly. Desperately. They once helped me scare off Warren Beatty. All we had to do was tell him how old I was, and he lost interest.”

The laughs from that joke are a little more nervous.

“See, I should have been more prepared for you to make jokes like that,” Sean says nervously.

Midge smirks as they eat the next wing.

“Los Calientes Barbacoa Hot Sauce,” Midge reads the label. “Hmm.” She drops the bottle into her bag.

“High praise again, we make that one, too,” Sean tells her.

She grins. “You guys do good work.”

“Thank you. So back in the day, Lenny hosted his own late night show that you wrote for on the side while working for Gordon Ford. Was it hard to balance the two shows? And what was the most fun you ever had doing that kind of work?”

“It was actually pretty easy,” Midge admits. “I mean, from a time perspective, it was challenging, because it was doing double duty and working two jobs, but it was easy to keep the two shows separate, you know? Lenny’s humor was so much more irreverent and bad boy than Gordon’s was, so it was easy to keep it straight in my head. And I was paid well for both jobs. Obviously a little more from Gordon because I was spending more time and I was a regular on the show, but Lenny made sure the studio paid me for my work on his show. The most fun I ever had, was writing them the same monologue. And everyone was in on it. Everybody knew that was the joke, but having Gordon deliver it early in the night on his show, and then having Lenny deliver later on his show and having Gordon storm onto Lenny’s set and watching those two get into a fake fight and then realize that I’d written it and given it to both of them. That was so fun. That aha moment still gets used in clip reels for both of them on tributes and retrospectives, and it was just the best. Both of those men were so talented and so different in how they saw and related to the world, but they made this almost perfect odd couple when you put them on screen together, and I loved working with both of them. Gordon was easy-going but firm. He knew what he wanted, but he was always open to new things, or other suggestions, and he could spot talent and great ideas easily. And Lenny, yes, had a dark side, but there was such a joy in him when he was having a good time. It’s not something people think of when they think of him, but when he’s on a role, you can tell how happy he is, and he’s never above changing things if he realizes someone has something better. He wasn’t terribly precious about his material, and creating with the person you’re in love with is really the best thing ever.”

They eat the next wing and Midge narrows her eyes as she looks at the bottle. “Fly boy Jing - this is very - I don’t know. It’s not for me. I mean, the flavor is good, but- hmm.”

“A lot of people say it’s an oily texture,” Sean tells her.

“Mm, that might be it. I mean it’s not bad! It’s just not my favorite,” she tells him. “I’ll leave this one behind. Sorry, Fly by Jing.”

“So we have a segment on our show called Explain that ‘Gram, where we do a deep dive on our guests’ Instagram, pull interesting pictures that need more context. So we’ll pull up photos on the monitor, and you tell us the bigger story,” Sean tells her.

Midge nods and smiles. “Okay.” She looks at the monitor, and her smile goes wider as she sees a photo of Herself and Lenny in the middle of the snow storm, newspapers over their heads, clearly unable to see in the storm. “Ooooooh,” she laughs. “I love that photo.”

“It was taken in November of 1960,” Sean says.

“That was a night or two before Lenny’s very first Carnegie Hall gig, before we got together,” Midge explains. “And he had come to the strip club I was MC’ing at to apologize to me for some truly dramatic, bad behavior. So we’re backstage, and we’re talking, and suddenly, there’s screaming from onstage. Because it was an illegal strip club, and it was being raided by the cops! So he grabs my hand and we’re trying to get out without getting arrested, and I stop to try and find my coat and purse and he comes back for me, and I’m like ‘I need to get my things!’ and he’s like ‘get more things!’ and drags me out the door, and into the snow, and I have no coat and no umbrella, and my shoes are ruined and Lenny refuses to carry me, but he gave me his suit jacket, and we stole newspapers from a corner newsstand to cover our heads as he rushes me to the hotel the Carnegie people put him up in.”

“That is wild,” Sean laughs.

“Oh, it was really crazy,” Midge giggles, looking a couple of decades younger than she actually is suddenly. “And we…we waited out the snow together. We kissed for the first time that night. Well, we did a lot of things for the first time that night. It’s in the new book!”

Sean and the crew laugh at that.

“Once the snow had let up a little, we trekked back out, and we bailed out Lenny’s friends and a few of the strippers from the club, and then we get the worst Chinese food I have ever had. What a great night. That was the night I fell in love with Lenny. You know, the world thinks of Lenny Bruce as this bad boy, who was seen as a degenerate and a sicknik, but behind closed doors, when he wasn’t on stage, he was so sweet. He wanted to make people laugh and tell truth to power in his career, but at home, he just wanted to be a good husband and a good father, and he was both of those things. I was very lucky to find him, and share almost fifty years with him.”

They move onto the next wing, and Midge takes a bite, chewing slowly as she reads the label. “Turmeric bomb. Hm. It’s not bad. It’s not my favorite. But it is getting hotter. I’m starting to feel it now.”

“Yeah, we’re getting to the back half, here,” Sean agrees. “The scotch bonnets in this one make it hotter.”

Midge nods, chewing still. “Mm. Yeah. Not my favorite. It’s not going in the bag.”

“It’s become legend that Sophie Lennon was not your favorite person, and one of your early sets roasted her for a number of things you found insufferable about her,” Sean comments. “Where did that feud come from? How did that start?”

Midge laughs a little and picks up her egg cream, taking a sip. “Mm. So. I almost scored a gig opening for Sophie back at the beginning of my career, and before she made a decision on giving me the job, she asked me to come to her house to talk. And it turned out that the Sophie Lennon audiences get on stage, and the real Sophie Lennon could not have been more different. She presents as a very humble, down-to-earth working class house wife type to the public, and in private, she is…not that at all. And I get keeping those two personas separate. Lenny did that. You know, his whole face would change just before hitting the stage. But the real Sophie Lennon was not a good person. She was, in fact, cruel, and she was cruel to me. The thing about that conversation that sticks out to me is that she looked at me and she said ‘darling, look at you. I mean really, men don’t want to laugh at you. They want to fuck you.’ And she told me that if I wanted to get ahead in comedy, I couldn’t go on stage and be a woman. I had to be a thing. A character, like her. And I left, bewildered, and then the more I thought about the things she said, the angrier I got about it, and I absolutely fucked myself over by trash talking her onstage. She had me blackballed for as long as she could manage. And we made a little peace eventually, but for a very long time we just couldn’t stand each other. She thought I was a hack, and I thought she was a phony.”

“Cosmic Disco,” Midge reads as she eats, wrinkling her nose. “It’s good. It’s not bad. It’s not as good as some of the earlier ones. And Cosmic disco sounds like something my kids would have been into in the seventies.”

Sean laughs. “It’s well documented that you hold brunch every Sunday and invite both well-known and up-and-coming comedians. How did these brunches come about?”

Midge smiles as she sips more of her egg cream. “Fuck, these really are getting hotter. Okay. So funny brunch is something I started doing back in the eighties, and Lenny just kind of went along with it. But something that really struck me about Sophie Lennon was that she was this hugely successful icon in comedy, and she had no interest in holding the door open for the next generation of comedians, and I hated that. Not just because I was someone she slammed the door on, but because comedy is a living, breathing thing that changes with the times, right? New people are constantly finding different ways to make people laugh, and that’s a good thing. An important thing. So I started using the brunches as a way to meet other comedians, and to - to really help them, too. Comedy is a tough career, so for the people that were really struggling, it was a hot meal once a week that didn’t come in a pouch, and for the more successful comedians it was a way to hang out, and maybe get some career advice from myself or Lenny or the other old timers who would drop in. And I just loved it. I loved doing that. Robin Williams was a regular, what a sweetie he was. I miss him. Bob Sagat used to pop in. Whoopi Goldberg would show up after a tough Saturday night club crowd. And I still hold them. My kids will come by and help with the cooking sometimes, but I just love it. Amber Ruffin comes sometimes, and I just adore her. She’s amazing. And John Oliver will show up most weekends. Kenan Thompson has been coming for brunch for ten years now. Once in a blue moon, I’ll open the door and Steve Martin will be standing on my doorstep with a bottle of fresh squeezed orange juice. The first time Patton Oswalt showed up at my door, he was so nervous, I thought he was going to pass out, poor thing. You know. It’s all sorts of comics. Occasionally, when the College Humor guys are in town, I invite them - the- the Game Changer guys, those guys. Sam Reich and his unruly pre-schoolers, I call them. They’re fun. It’s just wonderful to be able to connect with people who do the same job that I’ve been doing all this time. It’s a strange community. We should all be thrown into a mental ward, probably, but almost everyone is great.”

“Almost everyone,” Sean repeats, grinning.

Midge takes a breath and lets it out slowly. “I’m not going to name names. But there are a few people who just aren’t interested in being a part of the community. They want to be famous, and they don’t care about other people. And that’s fine, that’s their choice, but they do miss out on nice things.”

They move on to the next wing, and midge blows out a breath.

“Da Bomb, Beyond Insanity,” she reads, before sniffing her wing and wrinkling her nose. “Ugh. This- Sean. This smells like something Lenny vomited up while he was going through withdrawal.”

“Not quite a ringing endorsement,” Sean says.

Midge sigh softly and lifts it up. “Whelp. Tits up.” With that, she takes a bite, and wrinkles her nose. “Augh. Sean. What the fuck.”

Sean takes his own bite and nods. “I know.”

“Fuck,”

“Yeah.”

“Sean. Why. Jesus.”

“Just do your best with it. You’re doing great.”

“I get that this is how you get views, but holy fuck is this bad,” Midge tells him. “And hot. Christ!” She takes her egg cream and takes a big gulp. “Sean. I am going to be ninety in a few months! Why would you do this to an old woman?!”

“I’m sorry, Midge,” Sean says, trying not to laugh.

“No you’re not. You’re not sorry. People who are sorry don’t smile like that,” Midge accuses him. “If the devil exists, his jizz probably tastes just like this hot sauce.”

The crew and Sean burst out laughing at that.

He tries to catch his breath as he drinks his own egg cream. “You grew up during World War II.”

Midge nods, drinking more of her egg cream. “I’m gonna need another. Ethan, Sweetie, can you please grab me another egg cream, I’m melting.”

“Sure, Ma,” Ethan says from off camera.

“Thank you. That’s my son. He’s wonderful. He took over my manager’s company after she retired and he’s been doing an amazing job,” Midge tells Sean. “Yes. I grew up during the war.”

“Was that something that informed the way you’ve lived your life since then?” Sean asks.

“Not at first,” Midge admits as Ethan brings her another egg cream. “Thank you, Sweetie, you really are the best.” She takes another sip. “Fuck. Okay. So. You know, after the war ended, America really wanted us to forget about it. To forget about all the changes. The fifties were, on their surface, a perfect time in America, but they truly were very scary for women and for people of color. And even for white men. It was- how to explain - we were expected to be perfect. We were expected to be…happy. Just happy. All the time. And yes, there was an economic boom, and that was good, but the men who survived the war and came back had shell shock - PTSD as we know it now - and women were expected to go from working in factories to being homemakers again and it was an existence that hurt a lot of people. I keep bringing up Lenny, but his drug use was a direct result of fighting in the war. They gave him amphetamines to keep him alert, and he got hooked, and to calm him down and get him off them, they gave him morphine and then he got hooked on that. And so many people went through those kinds painful experiences, but you weren’t supposed to talk about them. It was why a lot of people hated my comedy at first. I wasn’t supposed to get on a stage and tell strangers about how my husband fucked someone else and left. I was just supposed to keep going. But keeping it in - lying to people, because that’s what you did when you got divorced, you lied to your neighbors and acquaintances about it to save face - was too much for me. And that kind of swallowing of pain and trauma became too much for a lot of people. You can draw a line from that mindset to how sick of it people were by the time the Vietnam War really blew up. It was too much. But I didn’t understand that until my first husband left me, and my life blew up. And then all bets were off.”

“You ready for the next wing?” Sean asks.

“Fuck, I guess so,” Midge says, sipping more egg cream and then picking up her next wing.

She takes a bite and looks at the bottle. “Puckerbutt,” she giggles. “Sean, you dirty, dirty boy.”

The crew laughs and Sean shakes his head, resting his arm against his eyes so he doesn’t get hot sauce in them. “Midge.”

“God, this one is hot too, it’s all building, fuck, why did I agree to this?”

“Well, we’re glad you did, and you’re getting so close to the end,” Sean assures her. “You’re doing great.”

Midge picks up a tissue and blows her nose. “Jesus. So. Back before I met him, Lenny did a guest spot on the Playboy Penthouse TV show with Hugh Hefner, and he had to blow his nose in the middle of the interview, and now I know exactly how he feels.”

Sean smiles. “Do you think he’d have come on here?”

“No,” Midge says immediately. “I love spicy food, he really didn’t. He would have come to sit next to me and dab my forehead, but he would have told you to fuck yourself if you’d offered him one of these.”

The crew laughs again.

“Shy Baldwin is one of your best friends, but you’ve had a rocky history. Can you talk a little about how you’ve kept that friendship going, even through difficult times?” Sean asks.

Midge drinks more egg cream and sighs. “I love Shy. I have always loved Shy. It’s like having a little brother. I love him to death, but I really fucked things up back in the early early sixties, and I’m really lucky he forgave me. But after we put that kind of behind us, we were just there for each other. He’s my youngest daughter’s godfather, and I when he and his partner adopted a baby in the seventies, we talked a lot about parenting and what it is to really give up a big chunk of your life to care for someone else, and when the AIDS crisis hit in the eighties, we started performing together again to raise money and awareness. Shy had come out about five years before it truly hit, and we took shit-tons of photos together, hugging and holding hands and kissing cheeks and eating together to assure the public that you couldn’t get AIDS just by touching someone or being around someone. But there was so much misinformation - so much non-information at the time - it was tough, but because our government was fucking up everything about the AIDS crisis, as public figures, we felt like it was our responsibility to try and help get accurate information to the masses. And the people who hated me for it, largely already hated me because I was Jewish anyway, so it wasn’t any extra skin off my back.”

She watches as Sean picks up the last bottle and gives it a shake.

“What- what is this?” Midge asks. “Are you going to throw that on me?”

Sean laughs. “No, no, I promise, that’s not what’s happening. This is called the last dab. We put a little hot sauce on the last wing in the lineup.”

“Do I have to?”

“You don’t. But you can.”

“Well, if you’re doing it, I don’t wanna look like a pussy,” Midge says, lifting her own bottle and giving it a shake. “I’ve come this far.” She pours a little on her wing. “The Last Dab Apollo. That’s the gig that got me kicked off that first Shy Baldwin tour.”

The crew laugh, as she picks up her wing.

“What did you say before? Tits up?” Sean asks, as he lifts his wing.

Midge smiles and nods, lifting her own. “Tits up,” she says, before taking a bite. “Mm. Hot. But good hot.” She lifts the bottle and tosses it into her bag.

Sean watches her and shakes his head. “Midge. I am floored. I - you are 89 years old, likely the oldest person we’ve ever had on this show, and you crushed it. We’ve reached the end, and you have beaten the gauntlet.”

“Fuck yeah,” Midge cheers, tossing down her half-eaten wing and taking another sip of her egg cream.

“Just one more question. I want to ask you about something that Lenny once said about you.”

“Oh, no,” Midge smirks.

“He said ‘Midge Maisel is the voice of women throughout time. She speaks for the women in our society who have been subjected to horrors only men can dream up, and she does so with an unparalleled sense of humor. There is no one like her.’”

“Fuck,” Midge sniffles. She looks up. “You died! You’re not supposed to keep making me cry, you schmuck!” She takes a breath. “He was really my champion, but I don’t think he’s right. Because women’s experiences aren’t universal. I can’t possibly speak for all women, because my experiences as a white, Jewish woman don’t line up with those of black women, or Asian women, or Latina women, or gay women, or- or Non-binary female-presenting- is that right? God I get confused sometimes. But I don’t think he’s right. I think I do the best I can. But as always, Lenny remains sweet.”

“Midge Maisel,” Sean grins. “You’ve beaten the wings of death. Plowed through these hot sauces like they were nothing, and now all that’s left to do is take a bow. This camera, this camera, this camera - let the people know what you have going on in your life.”

Midge laughs and turns to one of the cameras he pointed out. “Hi. I’m Mrs. Maisel. I have a new book coming out, it’s called ‘What’s My Name Again?’ because I’ve had so fucking many. I’m co-producing a documentary on New York’s West Village nightlight and what it was like back when I was still a size two, and my daughter runs a charity that helps recovering addicts get back on their feet and support their families and loved ones through difficult times. I’m going to force Sean to put the link in the description. Thank you and goodnight!”

Sean and the crew laugh.

“Ma, it’s ten AM!” Ethan calls.

“Fuck you!” Midge chirps back as everyone applauds and laughs.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge Maisel #Midge x Lenny #Midge/Lenny #Future Fic

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Mars, I take ANY Kirishima Angst you are willing to give me.

-simpdox

a/n: GOD THIS WAS HARD. I adore Kiri and I hate the idea of him hurting he's so precious to me. I wasn't sure if you wanted angst with comfort so I just decided to purely hurt your feelings mwahaha @simpdox its kinda short im sorry

cw: major character death.

You and Kirishima weren't typically paired by your agency. A shield and a scout that's what you as a pair made. No sword. You both had offensive moves but they weren't your speciality. Your quirk wasn't that different from Jirou's, quirk: perception. All five senses were incredibly enhanced, you could touch a building and know exactly how many people were in there and what they were doing, and you had strengthened your quirk to be able to look at people and accurately predict a persons next move, 99% of the time.

99% was not enough to save you.

Your eyes had tracked your opponents movements, he was going to go from a hit from below, and reacted accordingly to your prediction, knowing which way to move and how to land a hit. You were allowing to take the villains attention so Kirishima could land blows on him.

But you were wrong. He hit from above, fist knocking you into the concrete beneath your feet. Slamming you further and further into that cold hard ground, until you weren't cold anymore as your warm blood pooled around you, seeping into every crevice, leaking from your mouth, concrete slabs broken beneath you from the weight he had put onto you. Piercing your lungs, piercing every inch of you, piercing your ears though was the sound of Kirishima Ejiro screaming.

It all flooded back to you as you grasped the memories overwhelmed you. Every night spent in the Class 1-A dorms, nights spent as you spilled your deepest secrets on the floor of that common room living room, building trust with your friends, the people that felt like family. The night you all had planned on pulling an all nighter to watch the sun rise on the beach, that same night everyone had fallen asleep, lost to their bodies pulling them into slumber. The night Eji fought his need for sleep because "it wouldn't be manly to make you go alone". It was worth it as you shared tired smiles and embraced after he asked you to be his. Rewatching him rise in the ranks of the pro hero world beside you. Rewatching the night he pulled a ruby embedded ring on that same beach and threaded his hands with yours as you both cried with joy consuming you.

At home sat a whole notebook full of wedding plans for three months from right now.

While lost replaying your life, watching it slip away, Kirishima managed to get other heroes on the scene and an ambulance because as you opened your eyes again you were met with a bright white light as ambulance riders were telling you hang tight, and as you turned your head you him. Grasping onto your arm so tightly yet so gently somehow. So strong and even kinder.

"I love you, Eji"

"I love you so much but please don't talk right now honey"

"I'm gonna be okay Eji"

"I know you will but you really have to stop talking."

You felt him touch your face, wiping across your bottom lip and his hand showed blood. Blood? Was that your own? Was talking making the bleeding worse? Is that why he was being so stern right now?

Were you lying when you said you would be okay?

You were tired. Maybe you could just sleep it off, that's what doctors always say right?

"Please don't close your eyes baby. Please keep looking at me. If I keep talking can you just keep your focus on me?"

You faced back to your fiancé, he knew you loved to hear him talk, he knew it made you feel safe. He knew everything about you. Every crack every wound, every thought that sat behind your eyes. You could've swore he was the one with the perception quirk.

"You know our wedding is only three months away now? So soon and you'll get to wear that pretty dress you picked out. We get to bind our lives together so soon" He closed his eyes as he spoke rambling an apology about how he had peeked at you in your dress. I guess that saying about it being bad luck to see the bride in her dress could be right.

His voice brought you the feeling of safety. Safety to fall asleep. It wasn't a feeling you could fight much. He was still apologizing though.

"I'm glad you got to see me in my dress Eji"

Your words were spoken a fleeting whisper. Did he hear you? Why couldn't you hear anything? You saw his mouth moving why weren't words coming out? That was something you could figure out at the hospital, maybe it was your quirk acting up.

There was only silence left as you were unable to fight that sleepy feeling any longer. The last time you'd close your eyes and the last time you'd see Kirishima.

He watched you close your eyes that one last time. Gripping your hand trying to pull you back to him, trying to pull you back to life as the ambulance technician announced your time of death and looked at him with sorry eyes and looked away.

He wept.

He mourned you.

He mourned what would never be, that he would have a book full of plans that would never make it beyond that page. If he had been stronger. If he hadn't let you go on the offensive to help him. If he could've resisted watching you try on your dress. Would this have all happened if he was more patient? Was he only meant to see you in your wedding gown once? Was that all he was allowed and now had to pay the dues? But what if this all happened anyway? Was he not meant to live out his life with you? Did he do something for the God's to rip your beautiful soul from him and leave him to sew a hole that couldn't be repaired?

#mha kirishima #kirishima ejirou #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima angst #my hero academia #bnha kirishima #im crying while writing this damn #im sorry

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A thought dances anew. Your eyes open to truth. Let's do this one more time, okay?

Dew trickles from the curled leaves that bask in the radiant Light of filtered sun. As you move your eyes down from the shimmering radiance, they come into contact with your opponent; you're familiar with him by now. He is your half-brother, your womb mate, the other side of your vintage penny. You breathe deep of the electrolytes that swim in the air, molecular bonds singing a jaunty tune as they fill your lungs and are combined in the furnace that is your heart. You are an irrepressible, violent miracle. It would take a man a hundred years to walk the breadth of your soul.

Your mind percolates with countless possibilities. Across the table, whose surface is decorated with pockmarks and craters, you see your half-brother, your counterpart. Your hateful core and your losing lot. It is better to have tried than not, his cocked brow says. You know him, at least the flies that swarm around his heart, and you know his works. Your mouth opens and strands of light sketch themselves out of your mouth; your words are art and they will fill the universe with conceptualization:

" i think i'm getting the hang of this. "

Your half-brother raises a hand and the silken fabrics of his shroud move with the gesture. With a brush of his hand he sweeps away a thousand galaxies, and like a great eclipse shadowing over the world he looms atop the board. In this game there's everything: every possibility can be displayed through the dolorous mathematics found within.

" WE APPROACH THE STATE CALLED 'ENDGAME.' PUT SIMPLY, WE WILL SOON DECIDE WHO WINS. "

You watch as a piece dances on its own, and you frown. It struggles to find its footing, skittering towards its own empire of thought and meaning. It is in this soul eclectic that you spy a tinge of loss and pain. You click your tongue. It has lost everything and yet it continues. Does anyone even remember it?

" it has been fun. but we should really call it quits soon. the day grows long in its teeth and here in our kingdom of consciousness we begin the harvest. our eyes dance with pheromones, half-brother, and we kneel amidst the tangents and proto-planetarium addled sky. "

He nods in agreement, his shroud spilling over his shoulders with that motion. He points an imperious digit at your piece, that swims through the air and revives a flower next to it. This is the game of amoebas and archaebacteria, it's simply the game that will choose where we go next. What we do next. It will decide if anything comes next at all. But it probably won't. This feels like it, doesn't it? Shouldn't that break your heart?

This old game is all you and your half-brother know. It's all you are. When you give up the game, what will you be? Both of you, that is. You'll both be askew, a spinning mast in a storm, fluttering over the infinite ocean without a course or chart to guide your way. Does it even matter, truly?

" ALL THINGS END, " your half-brother offers, comfortingly. You are a being of compassion and hope. You're the first human with a fractured femur that was carried to safety by her tribe members. You're the frog hiding inside a spider's nest, cleaning her of parasites while her webs and fangs shelter you from any that would hurt you, only her teeth are made of onyx and obsidian and her soul is aflame with hate and survival all the same. She will never know you the way you know yourself.

You're a novel way of seeing the universe, aren't you? Homoharmonic and psychedelic, baby.

" i know, but that doesn't make me feel any better. it shouldn't have to! " Your half-brother stiffens and his shroud seems to turn to burnished glass. Smoky air pools from his corners and his angles, each of which are obtuse but act acute, and it traces over your skin made of unalloyed gold. You are pyrite porcelain; sunlight scattered over the surface of a babbling brook. It's in these things that your children can hear you. In these things they will find you.

It's in this that you will see how the game ends.

" YES, WELL, " he begins, " THAT'S UNFORTUNATE. BUT SOON WE'LL SEE IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON. THERE ARE OTHER GAMES TO PLAY. OTHER PLACES TO BE. "

" this is somewhere to be, " you counter.

" BUT IT CAN'T LAST. "

" why not? "

" IT JUST CAN'T. "

" but it's so much fun. "

" BUT IT HAS TO END. "

" i don't want it to. "

" NOBODY DOES. "

" will it at least be fun? "

" PROBABLY NOT. YOU'LL PROBABLY LEAVE THE GAME CRYING, A CAUSTIC ECHO OF PAIN THAT SEARS INTO YOU. YOU'LL UNDERSTAND THIS IS THE END OF AN ERA. YOU'RE GIVING YOUR LAST CURTAIN CALL, BASICALLY. "

" what happens when the curtain falls, then? "

" WE BOW OUT. WE'VE PLAYED OUR PART BUT WE'RE JUST TWO MEMORIES OF A BYGONE ERA. IT'S TIME TO MOVE ASIDE. "

" i feel like i didn't get to do all i wanted to do. this change in the plot seems so sudden. was it poorly thought out? did circumstance damn us to this? "

" PROBABLY. "

" you aren't sure. "

" NO. BUT HERE WE ARE ANYWAY. "

You slump down in your seat. You felt like you had so much more in mind, so many fun ideas. Boss fights, epic showdowns, maybe a cool floating castle or two... but this is how it ends. The end zone is in sight and it's time to score the last touchdown. It's odd—you have spent all this time hating your half-brother, your womb mate, your vintage penny's tails. Here in the end, as you begin with a presupposition, you realize that he is like you. You're both fixed to this and you can't ever change; that makes you the same in one way for the first time in infinite eternity.

You're both vestigial.

Pain flits through you. You look down and a knife is buried in your chest. An infinite eyebrow cocks and you glance at your half-brother in consternation.

" SORRY. IT'S MY NATURE. "

" yes, the farmer and the viper, the frog and the scorpion. notice how these tales cannot exist without both peace and pain? "

" I'VE NOTICED BUT TO BE HONEST I DON'T REALLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE POTENTIAL POETIC IRONY FOUND WITHIN. THIS COULD BE THE LAST TIME WE EVER SPEAK TO EACH OTHER. CAN WE JUST PRETEND IT'S NOT HAPPENING? "

" this isn't like you, " you begin cautiously. Your half-brother hitches his voice. He sounds like he's going to start crying.

" IT'S NOT. I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG. I'M SCARED. " The floodgates break. His shroud is made of particles and collapsing atoms. Antimatter skirts around his head like a halo and you swear you can hear him sniffle.

" i am too. everyone is. it's scary. "

" IS IT GOING TO HURT? "

" most likely. "

" I SIT IN ANXIETY OF THE GRAND DESIGN. "

" we all do. "

" WILL IT BE LIKE FALLING ASLEEP? "

" no. "

#∞ ic.#∞ sky.#∞ status.#hi all havent forgotten this blog or this. take this painful thing i made over the course of a few days #see you all soon #<3

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365: May 27

This is when my YW fucking loses it. Okay time to be a fucking murder machine no more Nice Guardian. It's just Killing Time :))))

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Her eyes snapped open out of a dead sleep and Wolf sat up. Around her the refugees from the City were still curled up in sleeping bags in the middle of the night. But she got to her feet and carefully stepped around them.

A few Hunters were still awake, perched around the edge of the Farm like vigilant hawks. Hawthorne was awake too. Wolf knew they were similar by now in that both rarely slept. Or if they did it wasn't long. "Hey there, hero, what are you up for?"

Wolf stared at the shard of the Traveler in the distance. She didn't answer her at first. Next to her Ghost hung low against her shoulder. He was also disconnected from the Light and weakened. "Do you hear that?" she asked Hawthorne.

"What am I hearing?" Hawthorne asked, about to slide off the fence she was on.

"Before you found me I had a dream. It was like it was calling you and Luis to me. In my dream the Traveler sang," as it had before until it was caged. Until Gaul had taken what didn't belong to him.

"Well I don't hear any singing," Hawthorne said. "You hear it? From out there?" she nodded to the great shard in the distance. Wolf nodded slowly, not looking away from the shard in the distance. Hawthorne said nothing for a minute before going, "So do you want to go to it?"

"It's accessible?" Ghost asked, surprised.

"Through the dark forest but yes," Hawthorne said. "Most folks don't go out there. Taken hang around the forest."

"We're not worried about Taken," Ghost said firmly.

"I can drop you off if you want?"

"Yes," Wolf said, tearing her eyes from the shard and looking at Hawthorne. "Please," she added. "Now."

"Sure thing," and she slid off the fence. Wolf followed her to her ship. She didn't speak on the short flight, just had her eyes closed listening to the dirge of the shard of the Traveler. When they landed she waved to Hawthorne. "Should I wait?" Hawthorne asked.

"If we come back we'll do so on our own," Ghost said.

"You sure?"

"Yes."

Hawthorne looked troubled but did pick the ship up and fly away.

Wolf looked at the forest. She was without any weapons. She didn't even have a helmet. It was like she was a New Light again and her hood was barely more than a scarf but at least she could hide in it. She'd come out here utterly defenseless. But still the shard called to her.

She walked into the forest.

She came across no Taken. Instead she found a pool of water deep in the forest in the shadow of the shard. A piece of it had broken off and was stuck in the pool. The singing was louder in the clearing around the pond. She approached the shard slowly. The water barely covered her boots but her feet were soaked instantly. She barely noticed.

"Wolf?" Ghost asked as she approached it. "Is this safe?" He couldn't hear the singing. He'd never been able to. He'd always wondered what it sounded like but the Traveler was silent for him as it was to everyone else. She ignored his concern and stood before the sliver looking up at it.

The sliver beckoned her. Trust. Trust.

She reached out and touched the sliver and nearly burst into tears as Light flooded her body. Even as her hand came free the Light poured into her, making her shining and radiant in pure white Light that lifted her off her feet. She gasped almost in pain as it flooded her entire body like a heavy tide and filled every pore and empty space of her.

As the Light held her her mind was filled with visions. The destruction of Gaul. The view of Solar Light burning their enemies to a crisp. The unmaking of a Valus in Void Light, drifting away in purple motes. The aftershocks of Arc Light and the shadows and smears of Cabal left in its wake. The sounds of the Light super empowering Guardians filled her ears and she couldn't hear Ghost's frantic worry. A thousand displays of vengeance and violence filled her mind from the sliver. It was not the Traveler. It was connected to it but after centuries left in this darkened place it had become tainted around the edges. The song she now heard as a war drum and it beat at the same rhythm as her heart.

Then it released her and she dropped down to her knees, splashing in the water before the sliver. The sliver was silent. No longer shining. No longer singing. "Wolf! How did you- what happened- we have the Light," and Ghost was shining so brightly.

Wolf looked up at the sliver with tears pouring down her cheeks.

Was that it? Was that all she could be? A length of violence in the cosmos? The point of the spear? Not even the swordsman herself but the sword with the finest edge to be used by another?

Was that all she was?

She wept before the sliver, hanging her head.

After everything she'd done. After all the nightmares she'd suffered thus far there was only more ahead of her. The nightmares were never ending. The violence would continue. And she was the perfect, finely tuned, instrument.

It would not end. It would never end. Not until every fragment of the Dark had been burned away. And in doing so she might burn herself out like a cosmic nova and never even get to see that peace she'd battled for. But what was peace to a weapon? It was nothing. Peace had no use for a weapon of such a perfect cutting edge that only begot violence.

Ghost was still talking but she couldn't hear him. She just bent over her knees and sobbed. She'd never really cried before. Even watching the City in flames she'd just watched numbly. But here in this moment realizing she could never escape this, could never escape who or what she was. She would always be death. So many more would find their end at her hands. Death would follow her and catch at her heels as a river of blood and all she could do was try to outrun it.

But there was no outrunning destiny; her Destiny.

The water slowly chilled her to the bone and she didn't even want to touch the Light to warm herself such was her grief. She could never be normal. Would never be normal. These things she'd done weren't flukes. The Traveler had a plan for her and that plan was to destroy all enemies of the Light with such proficiency they'd sing her accomplishments until the heat death of the universe. Until there was no more wickedness in the cosmos her work would never be done.

"Wolf- Wolf- WOLF," Ghost shouted, pulling her out of her grief. She looked up at him, eyes caked in tears and red. "Oh-- Wolf. I'm sorry but the Taken are coming," he said apologetically. She wondered if he knew why she mourned? Maybe she'd tell him. Could he still interpret her thoughts or was this a severing? Did he know?

She pushed herself to her feet and her legs screamed in pain from being in that position for for long in the cold water. She looked at the sliver and wiped her face with damp gloves.

Now she heard the Taken. The sound of them in opposition to the gentle sound of the Light. Crackling and frantic like static.

She took a deep breath.

Fine.

If all she was was violence she would show the universe her violence. She would rip Gaul's ship out of the sky and show him what it meant to have no fear. That he was nothing but a whimpering white worm under her boot.

The air sizzled as a Golden Gun appeared in her hand. There was no crack of Light. No sonic boom as the Light clapped and screamed into being. It was just there. A measure of violence at her fingertips, always. She'd come in here without weapons but of course she hadn't. She was the weapon. She never felt fear because there was nothing to fear. These Taken weren't a danger to her. She was a danger to them.

When the first Taken thrall showed itself screaming her eyes hardened. The violence began again anew.

#365 #writeblr #writblr #fanfiction #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #the young wolf #young wolf #Suraya Hawthorne #Hawthorne #the traveler

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My First Taste of the Dream

All characters and corporations or establishments appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

his content is intended for mature audiences only (18+). By choosing to proceed, you acknowledge and understand that you may encounter explicit adult material.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Let Us Play Family

Dressing Up for Tim

Heading Out as a Couple

Going To Bed Together

Something I Have Never Felt Before

More and More Times

Introduction

This is a story that happened to me when I was about 12 or 13 years old. There is no way that this person will ever find this blog but I am going to change the names here for their own security. If the real person reads this, I really hope that they get in touch with me because we haven’t talked in over 30+ years.

While growing up in Toronto, Ontario, Canada in the 70’s and 80’s, I had my best friends that lived on the same street, Darren, Craig and Tim. Tim used to live down the street but his parents sold that home and bought the house across the street from my house. I thought it was great. We would hang out all of the Time, playing boy stuff like street hockey, football, basketball. Everyone loved to come over to our house. We had a big finished basement that we could hang out and play.

So we would play in the basement and make up all of these games. Games with play money (we would use Monopoly or another board game money), Lots of stuff building with Lego. Basic kid stuff.

Let Us Play Family

Well we were just playing just the both of the two of us and he wanted to play a game called "family". He said that we would be a couple. We would figure out later who would be who but he said he would like to be the father and asked if I could be the mother. I guess I was a little submissive back then or I really didn't think about it and said that can be the mother.

Instead of calling me by my real first name, Tim thought it was weird, as did I, and said that he would like to call me Michelle.

BTW, I have stuck with the name of Michelle since those days. I have always liked the name and I especially like it when I hear other people call me by that name.

So he would pretend to go away (just like he was gone for work) while I stayed home. He would come back into the basement after only a few minutes. That would signal that would be the end of the day.

A couple of times he would come downstairs and say, “Hello Michelle. I am home. How are you?” Other times he would call me “Honey” and/or “Sweetie”. I really liked it when he called me by new name.

After he would “get home”, we would sit down, relax, have some pretend dinner (chips, pop, etc.) and then maybe play some pool. It was nice that we had a pool table in our basement. I think that’s also why lots of people liked to come over to our house. LOL Other times we would play a board game.

When I think about it now, Tim did grow up in a broken family. His parents were divorced (one of the few divorced parents that anyone really knew). Tim lived with his 2 other siblings. He has an older brother and a younger sister so, if it is true, things are different for the “middle child”. Some people think that is true and others brush it off. I can only assume he was doing this so that he could be part of a family.

We would keep on playing this game often when it was just the two of us only.

He said to me once, “I think it would be weird to play this game with more people. So why don’t we just keep this as a game between the two of us.” Without any hesitation, I definitely agreed with him.

Dressing up for Tim

Personally, I grew up with two older sisters. I remember when I was younger, they used to practice putting make-up on me and dressing me up in some of their clothes. I’ll be honest, it did feel weird to start but it didn’t bother me. To me, it was something to do with my sisters when my parents went out for the evening. I don’t even know if my parents found out. Even if they did, I don’t think they would think much about it.

So one afternoon, when I had the house to myself, I quickly ran upstairs to my closest sister’s closet to see if I could find something to wear because I knew that Tim was coming over. I remember my sister putting on this cute dress on me a couple of days ago and she saying, “Hey. That looks pretty good on you. Too bad it is my dress.” We all laughed but I remembered that comment and that’s what I wanted to wear for Tim.

So, I've never been one to turn down a dare, especially when it came from one of my best friends, Tim. We've been inseparable since we were kids, always getting into mischief and pushing each other's limits. But this dare was different. It wasn't about jumping off cliffs or sneaking into abandoned buildings; it was about stepping into someone else's shoes, quite literally.

It all started one lazy summer afternoon, just last year, when Tim and I were flipping through old magazines in my basement. We stumbled upon an article about gender-bending fashion, showcasing models sporting outfits traditionally meant for the opposite sex. Tim chuckled and nudged me.

"Hey, wouldn't it be hilarious if you dressed up as a girl for a day?"

I laughed, thinking he was joking. But the mischievous glint in his eyes told me otherwise. Tim was dead serious.

"I don't know, man. That's kinda... out there," I stuttered, unsure of how to respond.

"Come on, it'll be fun! We can pretend you're my wife for a day. You know, play house or something," Tim grinned, his enthusiasm infectious.

I hesitated, but the thought of spending a day goofing around with Tim was too tempting to resist. So, against my better judgement, I agreed. “I promise one of these days, I will do it.” He said, “OK” and we really didn’t think much more about it. I was waiting for him to bring it up again but I guess he had forgotten about it.

Well now it was time to keep up about that promise/dare.

My parents and sisters were going to be out for the whole day and no one would be home until later in the evening. My parents even left me some money for me to pick up some dinner later. They left me enough to feed at least a couple of people and told me to go and pick up a pizza and, if I wanted to, I could invite one of my friends over for dinner. They just said, “Try not to get in too much trouble.” They trusted me and I have been very responsible when I have been left alone before.

I searched through my sister’s closet, looking for that dress and also not to disturb much. I didn’t want her to find out about me borrowing that dress. Finally, I found it. “There you are!” I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror and said to myself, “I look good but I need some boobs.” I looked around her room and found her bra drawer and picked out the nicest bra. I put it on and then grabbed some socks and tissue paper and proceeded to stuff the bra. When I thought I had enough, I put the dress back on and looked at myself in the mirror again and I was really shocked at what I was looking at. I really looked good.

I grabbed a pair of her shoes. I was lucky that at that time in my life, I was in the same size shoes as she was. I really didn’t “sprout” until I was close to 17/18 years old so I was very short at that age.

I headed downstairs, picked up the phone and called Tim. I told him, “Come on over at any time and I have a surprise for you when you get here.” It felt like hours but I think it was only 15-20 minutes when I heard the back door open.

As I anxiously awaited Tim's arrival, my heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It had been Tim's idea for us to go shopping together today, something we hadn't done in ages. I couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in my chest, knowing that today was going to be different.

When I heard the back door open, I practically jumped out of my seat. I was so eager to greet my best friend. I yelled out, “Come on up. I am in the Family room. No one else is here. My parents and sisters are out all day.”

And there he stood, with his signature grin plastered across his face, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me.

"Hey, Michelle!" Tim exclaimed, giving me a quick once-over before pulling me into a tight hug. "You look great!"

I couldn't help but blush at his compliment, feeling a surge of happiness at his reaction. Little did he know that the outfit I wore was carefully chosen from my sister’s closet, something I had never dared to wear outside the confines of my bedroom.

But today was different. Today, Tim was going to help me step out of my comfort zone.

As we settled into the family room, I couldn't contain my nerves. Would Tim think I was crazy for wanting to dress up as Michelle, even just for fun? But as I tentatively broached the subject, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Are you serious? That sounds like so much fun!" Tim exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious.

“OK! Let’s do it. I need your help! My sisters always did my makeup and I want to put some on.” Tim looked at me shocked. “Yes, I have allowed my sisters to put makeup on me. Where do you think I found this dress?”

Tim looked at me, “Michelle, I learn new things about you every day.”

“And that is a good or bad thing?”

“Definitely a good thing. Now let me see if I can help you with your makeup.” We both got up, laughed a little and headed up to my sister’s room to see what makeup we could find.

With Tim's encouragement, I carefully applied makeup, transforming my face into Michelle's. It felt surreal seeing myself in the mirror, a different version of me staring back. But with Tim's guidance and support, I began to feel more confident, more comfortable in my own skin.

Once we were both ready, we exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between us. Today, we weren't just two teenage boys going out for a shopping spree. Today, we were going out as a couple, albeit a slightly unconventional one.

Heading Out as a Couple

As we walked hand in hand down the street, I couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom, a sense of joy bubbling up inside me. With Tim by my side, I felt invincible, unafraid to be who I truly was.

And as we passed by curious onlookers, I held my head high, a smile playing at my lips. Because today, I wasn't afraid to show the world the real me, thanks to the unwavering support of my best friend, Tim.

As we stepped into the first store, filled with trendy clothes for young men, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Tim and I sifted through racks of colourful shirts and stylish jeans, laughing and joking as I watched Tim try on different outfits. I would give my open and honest opinion. It felt liberating to be able to browse without any self-imposed restrictions, to simply enjoy the experience with my best friend by my side. Tim picked up a couple of shirts and a pair of really cool jeans.

Next, we ventured into the young women's clothing boutique, a haven of lace and sequins that seemed to sparkle under the fluorescent lights. With Tim's guidance, I explored aisles of flowing dresses and delicate accessories. Tim and I picked out a couple of outfits and I went into the dressing room to try them on. Trying on all of these outfits made me feel like a whole new person. As I would come out of the change room, Tim would look at me differently. Sometimes a huge smile and then just a frown because he didn’t like how it looked on me.

As we left the boutique, our arms laden with shopping bags, our stomachs rumbled with hunger. We decided to grab a quick bite to eat, choosing a cosy café where we could unwind and recharge.

Over plates of steaming pasta and glasses of ice-cold lemonade, we chatted and laughed, relishing in the simple pleasure of each other's company. It felt like we were in our own little bubble, away from the judgmental stares and expectations of the outside world.

After lunch, we made our way to the final store on our list: an electronics store. Here, we lost ourselves in a sea of gadgets and gizmos, marveling at the latest stereos and “boomboxes”. I really wanted to pick up this amazing JVC boombox but Tim was smart enough to help persuade me to change my mind.

With our shopping adventure complete and our bags bulging with purchases, we headed back home. On our way home, we stopped off at our local pizza joint and picked up a pizza and some pop. With the warm aroma of pizza guiding us back to my place. As we settled in for the night, munching on slices of cheesy goodness, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the day we had shared.

Thanks to Tim, I had stepped out of my comfort zone and embraced a side of myself I had kept hidden for far too long and something that really felt natural to me. I knew, at this point in time of my life, as I looked at him, smiling across the table, I knew that with him by my side, there was nothing we couldn't conquer together and I could explore more of being Michelle.

Going To Bed Together

Over the next couple of weeks and months, Tim and I would venture out as a couple and over some time, I accumulated myself a small wardrobe of women’s clothing. Some blouses and skirts, some dresses and even some lingerie. I found a very good hiding place for all of it in the basement so none of my family would find it. Ever since that day that we went out, if I knew it was just Tim and I, I would dress up as Michelle.

Well one afternoon, while we were playing, usually when we thought it was late in the day, we would just pick up the game as if we just woke up in the morning and it was a brand new day. But this time Tim said, “Instead of ending the day like we usually do, why don't we go to bed together?”

Submissive? Naïve? or just curious? I think, back then, maybe I was a little of all of them. So, I agreed.

In the basement of my house, it was broken up into a couple of different small and big rooms. You had the furnace room but that was always too warm and loud. Laundry room was too small with all of the appliances. Beside that room was a very nice sized room. Not much inside of it and it was mostly for storage along one wall. Tim and I agreed that this would be the bedroom.

I was thinking that if we were going to be going to bed together, I should probably wear something appropriate so I slipped into our room, went over to my secret stash of clothes and found this very silky nightie with the matching panty.

So we went into the “bedroom”, pulled out a couple of sleeping bags and opened them up. We made pillows out of other sleeping bags. We even found an old mattress that we could put on the very hard concrete floor. We promised each other that we would bring it out and put it back such that no one would ask why it was there.

With the bedroom all set up, I told Tim that I will be right back. I was thinking that if we were going to be going to bed together, I should probably wear something appropriate so I stepped out of our “bedroom” and went into another room, went over to my secret stash of clothes and found this very silky nightie with the matching panty. As I was changing into these very sexy clothing, I remember thinking to myself, “Is this really what you want to do?” Then, promptly answering, “Yes. I don’t know why but Yes.”

All changed, I headed back into the bedroom and Tim looked at me and smiled.

“I remember buying that for you about a week ago. That was really fun in that store, watching you try on different pieces. I remember that this is the one that stood out and now I know why because you look amazing.”

With those very kind words, I think I started to blush a little and I sat down on the bed and we lay down together. Immediately, Tim put his arm around me and pulled me a little closer.

I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, and I stole some glances at Tim, as I noticed the slight tremble in his hands.

"Hey," Tim said softly, breaking the silence that had settled between us. "Are you okay?"

I slowly turned to him, my eyes wide with apprehension. "I'm just... nervous, I guess. Don’t you think this is a little weird?"

Tim nodded, his expression soft with empathy. "There's nothing to be nervous about. We're just lying here together. It's not a big deal."

I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me at his words, the tension in my body beginning to loosen. "Yeah, you're right. I'm just overthinking things, as usual."

We fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of our shared apprehension gradually lifting. I felt myself relaxing, the rhythmic rise and fall of Tim's breath soothing my frazzled nerves. And then, in a moment of bravery, he turned to me, his eyes searching mine with a newfound intensity.

"Michelle," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room.

I held my breath, my heart hammering against my ribcage as I met his gaze. And then, without hesitation, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a tender, hesitant kiss.

It was like a sigh of relief, the nervousness melting away as we melted into each other. In that fleeting moment, there was only the warmth of Tim's touch, the softness of his lips against mine. We kissed with a tenderness that spoke volumes, our fears and uncertainties fading into the background.

"Wow," I breathed when we finally pulled away, my cheeks flushed with colour.

Tim's grin mirrored my own, his eyes sparkling with newfound confidence. "Yeah, wow."

Something I Have Never Felt Before

We were nestled under the warmth of the covers, our bodies close but not touching. The air was filled with a quiet intimacy, a feeling I had never experienced before with anyone else.

As I lay there, my heart fluttered with anticipation. Tim shifted slightly, his hand brushing against mine. It was a simple gesture, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting sensations I had never known. His touch was different, tender yet electrifying, like a spark dancing across my skin.

I turned to look at him, our eyes meeting in the dim light. His gaze was soft, filled with an unspoken understanding. Without a word, he reached out and traced a feather-light path along my arm, sending shivers down my spine. It was as if his touch awakened something deep within me, stirring feelings I had kept hidden away for so long.

I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of his fingers against my skin. Each caress felt like a revelation, unlocking a newfound desire that I never knew existed. In that moment, lying there with Tim, I felt truly alive, as if I had finally found the missing piece of myself.

Time seemed to stand still as we lay there, lost in the intimacy of the moment. And as his touch lingered, I knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful. With Tim by my side, I was ready to explore this newfound connection and the inevitable passion that awaited us.

Tim’s hand slides under my nightie as I feel his soft hands on my skin. As I lie there, he gives me small kisses as his hand explores my chest. Playing a little with my erect nipples his hand slides down my chest towards my stomach.

His hand slides down a little more to the edge of my panty. His fingers slide under as hind hand moves down. Then I feel his hand on my very erect cock. Hi whispers, “Oh my! Someone is enjoying themselves.” I whisper back, “Very much so!”

Tim’s kisses are much more passionate now as his hand slides up and down and around my cock. He whispers again, “Oh, you are so hard. I want to play with your pussy!”

“Before that, I want to do something for you! Lie down on your back for me!”

“For sure!”

Tim lays down on the bed on his back. He isn’t wearing a shirt and I can see his beautiful chest. Below his chest, hiding under some underwear, is a quite large and beautiful mound. I give him a kiss on the lips and then start to kiss down his body. As I am kissing him, my body and hands rub against his wonderful mound. As I move down his chest to his stomach, I pull his underwear down to reveal quite a large cock.

As a reference, I think his cock is significantly larger than my own. I guess he started early in his development in that area of his body.

You can feel my breath against your now very hard cock. I open my mouth a little until you feel the tip against my lips. My mouth opens a little as the tip slides inside. I flick the tip a little as I open my mouth a little wider such that Tim’s hard cock can slide in. Sliding in deeper and deeper, my mouth consumes his throbbing cock all the way. I can’t believe how amazing and filling his cock feels in my mouth.

I slowly start to pull up as I start to suck a little harder. I suck on the tip and then slide his throbbing hard cock back inside your mouth. I can’t believe but I can feel his cock getting even harder. I can hear him moaning very loudly as I know that what I am doing is pleasing him very much. This turns me on even more as my sucking of his cock slowly becomes a little faster, a little harder sucking and then the occasional full thrust deep in my mouth. It gags me a little as I pull it out quickly but then I slide it back inside my mouth as fast as it came out.

I continue as his moaning becomes deeper and heavier. Tim starts to lift his hips as he tries to thrust his cock deeper into my mouth.

As I am sucking your cock, your hand has found my “pussy” as you slide your finger around in circles. You pull back to drip saliva on your fingers and then your hand heads back to my “pussy”. You slide your fingers around and then you gently push your finger inside of me. I moan gently; I yelp, “Oh my fucking god that feels good!”

This triggers my mouth to suck a little harder. You reach down more and then start to really finger fuck my “pussy”. “Your pussy feels so good! I want to fuck you so badly.”

“Oh I want you to do that too but first I want you to cum deep down my throat!” As you are about to cum, you push your finger as deep as you can inside of me. The words I gave you trigger your explosion of your cum as it shoots deep inside my mouth. I suck on your cock deeply trying to drink every drop of your juice.

I take your cock out of my mouth, wipe it clean off your hot, tasty cum, slide up your chest, give you a kiss on the cheek.

“OMG. That was incredible. You have to have done that to another guy. Right?”

“Nope!” as I chuckle. “You were my first and, after that experience, I hope not my last with you or with someone else.”

“Oh you can do that any time you want” Tim exclaims.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink? We have to get your energy back up because your finger in my “ass”... Tim quickly interrupts me. “Don’t call it that. Please call it your pussy, cunt, anything but ass.”

“Sorry. As I was saying, your finger in my pussy felt “soooooo” good. Never felt that before and that was amazing. After feeling that, I want to feel your cock inside of me.”

“Why don’t you lie down on your stomach. Let me pamper you a little.”

I roll over and lie on my stomach. “I’ll be right back. I need to go to the washroom.” Tim gets up from the bed and heads out of the bedroom.

Tim climbs onto the bed, and I hear a bottle open. Then I feel a warm oil dripping on my back. I feel hands start to rub the oil all over my back as he goes ahead and starts to give me a wonderful massage. As he massages my back, his hands move lower towards my mid-section and towards my bum. I feel some more drops of oil drip onto my upper thighs and ass. Both of his hands slowly massage my legs and creep up and start to massage my butt. I can feel your fingers teasing my asshole.

A couple more drops of oil but this time directly between the crack of my ass. I can feel your fingers making circles around my wanting hole and then I feel a finger push and slide in. This sends amazing, euphoric shivers throughout my body as I naturally lift my butt a little into the air and spread my legs a little to give you better access.

As you slide your finger in and out of my ass, you pull it out and then I feel the tip of what feels like a cock. I ask you, “Is that your cock? Because when you fuck me, I want to be on my back because I want to see your eyes as you slide your cock inside of me?”

“No, sweetie. It is just a small dildo.”

“Where did you get that from?”

“No worries about that. I stole it from my house. I found it and wanted to bring it over. Your ass looked so tight, I didn’t want to hurt you with my cock so I thought a little fun with a small toy will open you up a little.”

“Oh, thank you! But please, just a little because I want to feel your cock inside of me more than anything now.”

As Tim pushes the small dildo inside of me, I try to relax as much as I can to let my hole open up. As I relax, the toy slides in quite easily and he gasps, “Oh my that went in quite easily. I am surprised at the great control over your muscles.”

“All I have to do is just relax and think of your cock either deep inside of me or in my mouth.”

Tim pulled out the toy and then asked me to flip over onto my back. I quickly oblige as I grab a pillow to put under my ass. I spread my legs as wide as I can and pull them back. Even though I am completely exposed to you, I feel very comfortable.

He kneels on the floor as his face comes up to my wide open legs. Then I feel the most incredible feeling as he starts to rim my ass with his tongue and start to lick it. I moan loudly as he picks up that I am enjoying this very much. He licks my balls a little and then moves back down to my lovely hole.

He starts to kiss up my legs as your body starts to come closer to mine. The anticipation is just killing me. And then I feel your cock against my ass. He gets out the oil and gives a couple of drops around my asshole and also on his lovely cock. I can’t see it, but I can feel that it is already very hard.

You stroke your cock a little to spread the oil and then press the tip against my hole. Just at that time, Tim looks up and can see me staring into his eyes. I really hope they are saying, “FUCK ME Tim! FUCK ME NOW!”

You take your hand and start to guide your cock as you start to push the tip inside of me. I look into your eyes and do a very slow exhale to relax my muscles and the tip slides in smoothly.

I yelp out, “Oh my GOD! Does that ever feel good!”

You push in a little more as I feel your very hard cock fill me. You go very slowly but I can feel your cock slide deeper and deeper inside of me. I can feel his cock filling my pussy with every inch. I am in complete Euphoria right at this moment. I let out a loud moan as you push your cock deeper and deeper inside of me. How much more is there? I want to feel every inch of his cock deep inside of me.

Finally, I feel your stomach slap against my body as Tim slides his hard cock in and out of my “pussy”. I look into your eyes and tell him, “That feels absolutely amazing! Please fuck me, sweetie!”

“I can’t believe how nice it feels. I thought you were going to be very tight, but you have opened up nicely.”

With those words, I squeeze my muscles as he feels my pussy start to squeeze his cock. “Holy crap you really do have some amazing muscle control down there.” For the next couple of thrusts, I squeeze and relax my muscles to give Tim’s cock a lovely feeling.

Your thrusts are now getting longer and stronger as I can see in his eyes that he really wants to pound my “pussy” and I am not stopping you. With everything thrust, both of us moan loudly. Tim even yells out, “Take all of my cock!” and I quickly respond, “Oh yes, all of it.”

After what felt like an eternity, Tim looks into my eyes and tells me, “I am getting close to cumming.” With those words, I concentrate on squeezing my muscles as tight as I can. With the thrusts and the squeezing, an incredible sensation comes over me. It feels like my ass could explode.

I beg and yell out, “PLEASE cum deep inside of me!”

It is like the words had some type of an effect on the both of us but at that moment, I could feel your cum filling my ass. Once I felt that inside of me, I had this amazing feeling rush through my body. After further looking into it, there is a very good chance that I had an amazing anal orgasm. Using all of my muscles, I squeezed Tim’s cock even tighter as I yelled out. Tim yelled out at the same time as we had an incredible unanimous orgasm together. As we were having this amazing orgasm, the incredible thing was that our eyes were locked on each other. Also, as we came, I will never forget the very warm feeling of his cum filling my ass.

Right after, Tim falls forward gently into my arms as I hold him tightly and whisper in his ear, “Thank you! That was absolutely incredible.”

“Oh, thank you!”

Time starts to get up a little and then he starts to pull his cock slowly out of my ass. As he pulls it out, he can see drops of cum seep out of my hole. I am trying to control my muscles because I want to feel the warmth of your cum deep inside of me, but it is very hard, and I can even feel your cum dripping out.

“Oh my god! You really filled me up! It feels amazing!”

“I don’t think I have cummed that much! Ever!”

You lie down on the bed beside me as I snuggle up against you.

More and More Times

Whenever Tim would come over and it was just the both of us, I would be all dressed up for him. I would gladly give him a lovely Blow Job. We would be watching some TV and I would be snuggled up against his chest and my hands would wander. I would know when he was excited because he would be very fidgety and then I would see that wonderful mound grow. I would tease him as much as I could. He loved being teased because it seemed to make his cock get bigger and bigger.

He would absolutely hate me when I teased him when his cock was in my mouth and I knew he was about to “blow his load” deep down my throat. I could taste his pre-cum and then I would start to tease him by not sucking so hard or pulling it out of my mouth and start to lick his hard shaft. I had him in my control and I loved it. The incredible thing is that he loved it too.

He would beg me to help him cum. He would try to grab his shaft to stroke it but I would not allow him.

When it was time, I would let him know and then I would go to town on his cock with my mouth and lips until he shot his full load down my throat.

I would try to resist him fucking me but I couldn’t give put up much resistance. His cock felt so good inside of me. I wanted to see if I waited a day or two, if it would feel any different. Instead, it felt amazing every time!

It felt so good, I wanted more of it. So, one day, when I knew that I was going to be alone all day and Tim wasn’t coming over, I searched my sisters’ and parent’s bedrooms for any sex toys. I’ll be honest, we lived in an old house with very thin walls and I could hear what was going on in both of my sisters’ bedrooms. Both of them were over 18 so I knew that they could go to a sex shop.

I found a very nice 8” realistic dildo in one of my sisters’ rooms. It looked so realistic. It tasted a little weird when I tried to lick it but I tried to think that it was Tim’s cock and not a dildo. I would practice different techniques and try to remember them to see if that worked with Tim. And yes, I fucked myself with it too and that felt so amazing but not as amazing as feeling Tim deep inside of me.

Ever since then, I have always owned some dildos and I would dress up as Michelle and fuck myself.

But I will never forget those times with Tim.

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