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thetriumphantpanda · 9 months

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illicit affairs | joel & tommy miller

Summary | Two attempts are always better than one, right? If you're serious about getting pregnant then you can't just hope that Joel can manage to do it by trying once every month. It might be wrong, but seeing him camped out on the couch gives you the perfect excuse to try one more time this month, without distractions.

Warnings | Joel Miller being a fucking stud as always, breeding kink, size kink, dubious moral choices by both reader and Joel, Tommy getting cucked (as usual), dirty talk, unprotected PiV sex,

Word Count | 2.7k

Authors Note | Well..... this certainly isn't how I anticipated this series going, but it makes sense, right? Can't just fuck once a month and expect to make a baby. I am absolutely feral for how much you guys are enjoying this series that wasn't meant to be a series and I hope you continue to do so in the future. And also, don't worry, Tommy is back next time in full force, I promise! If you've not read parts one and two, you can find them linked below on the series masterlist - this probably won't make much sense otherwise.

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When Joel wakes the next morning, crick in his neck and lower back screaming at him for a night scrunched up on his brother’s couch, it’s the smell of bacon and the sizzling sound of something cooking in oil that hits him first. He pushes himself up slowly, running a hand over his face before his eyes search for the wall clock. It’s just after seven, he doesn’t have to pick Sarah up for another few hours.

The next thing that strikes him is your voice. It’s quiet, like you’re trying not to wake him up, but you’re singing, or rather humming along to some song on the radio. He doesn’t know what it is, doesn’t care to find out, he just sits and listens for a while, letting the sweet sound almost lull him back to sleep.

When Joel hears the clatter of plates being moved around, he stands, stretching out his back until it cracks in several places. God, he’s getting old. He slowly and softly makes his way to the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you. You’re moving scrambled eggs around in the pan on the hob, two plates on the side that already have slices of bacon on them, and he can see slices of bread sat in the toaster waiting to be made. It’s domestic and he realizes he really shouldn’t like seeing it as much as he does. He shouldn’t be here, this should be his brother, but he doesn’t exactly hate it.

“You didn’t have t’make me breakfast.” He speaks, you don’t jump which makes him think you knew he was there all along.

“You didn’t have to sleep on the couch all night,” You counter, looking at him over your shoulder, “I guess we wore each other out, only right I send you off with a hearty breakfast.”

Joel doesn’t really know what he’s doing when he walks deeper into the kitchen. He’s driven by the fact that all you’re wearing is a large flannel shirt, obviously not one of your own, buttoned up over some underwear. You’re fucking magnetic to him, he knows you shouldn’t be, should be as far out of his reach as possible, but he’s only doing you a favour right? The more he repeats it to himself, the more he might believe it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You speak as his hands play with them hem of the shirt, although your voice is teasing, it doesn’t warn him to stop, almost dares him to go further.

Joel hears you chuckle as his hands palm your ass, “You gonna tell me to stop, pretty girl?”

“You’re trying to get me pregnant, are you not?” You ask, shifting the pan with the eggs off the heat.

“That I am,” Joel is now pressed firmly against your back, hands wandering underneath the shirt to rest on your hips, “But you gotta tell me if you want me to stop, just me and you this mornin’, sweetheart.”

“I’m still good to go,” You murmur, moving your ass into him, feeling his already growing erection in his jeans, “So, give me what I want, stud.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. Never does. He lets his big palm sink beneath the waistband of your underwear, fingers dipping almost immediately through your folds to sink down to where you’re already soaked. He knows some of that has to be him from last night, but as he drags his fingers up, covered in slick to your clit, hearing how you’re already moaning his name, he knows it’s not all him, this is your slick, mixed with him, and it drives him wild. Drives him wild that he’s marked you like this, that you’re just walking around with a piece of him inside of you.

He's almost shocked by how quickly he brings you to the edge with his fingers this morning. Clearly, you’re still sensitive from the four orgasms he gave you the night before, something that still makes his chest puff, his male ego boosted that he went one better than Tommy for you.

“Still all sensitive for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?” He leans down to whisper into your ear as his name falls a mile a minute from your mouth, “Gonna come for me?”

“Fuck – Joel – ohmygod,” He can feel your legs starting to shake, he makes sure the arm he’s got pressed to your lower belly keeps you upright, pressed against him, “Don’t you dare stop.”

“Didn’t plan on it.” He chuckles, letting his tongue lick hot stripes to you ear before he sucks the lobe into his mouth and nibbles.

He feels your legs buckle, but that palm manages to keep you upright as you come for him. The way his name sounds in your high-pitched squeal when you let go for him has his cock throbbing in his jeans. If he was any younger, he could almost guarantee this alone would have him spilling himself into his jeans already.

He lets you catch your breath for a moment as he undoes his jeans, stepping out of them and his underwear, though he leaves his shirt on. He has to be inside you right now or he thinks he might pass out. He drags your own underwear down your legs, kicking them to the side once you’ve stepped out of them, before he’s literally slamming his cock into you with full force.

“Jesus Christ, Joel,” You keen, “Fuck, you’re so big inside me.”

“I know babygirl, I know,” He stills for a moment, letting himself get used to the way your pussy is clenching him, literally pulling him in deeper, “A lot, ain’t it?”

You let out a sigh as Joel pulls himself out before slamming back into you, “I can take it,” You whine, pushing back to meet his thrusts halfway, “Fuck me harder, Joel.”

He brings a hand up to fist your hair, pulling your head back so you’re arching into him, “Careful what you wish for,” He moans, “Beggin’ me to go harder, filthy girl.”

Joel can’t quite believe how good this feels. He thought, when he slid his cock into you from behind that he might feel guilty – bending his brother’s girlfriend over the stove without him knowing anything about it – but the way he’s got his hand tangled in your hair, pulling you back so you arch perfectly for him, his hips snapping into your ass in a way that has his vision blurring, he can’t find it in himself to care. Maybe that makes him a piece of shit, but you asked for this just as much as he wanted to give it to you.

He uses the hand tight in the strands of your hair to pull your face to the side. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek before he can’t stop himself from asking for it any longer, “Kiss me, pretty girl,” He growls, pulling your mouth to within a hair’s breadth of his own, “Give me that last piece of you, I know you want to.”

He can see you hesitate. Can sense the flicker of doubt across your face. He won’t force this, but fucking hell does he want it. Wants to feel those pretty lips on his own, wants to know exactly what your mouth tastes like. He grips your hip with his free hand, fingers digging into the skin, sure enough likely to leave bruises there, as he continues his pounding into you.

All of a sudden, you turn your head fully, your own free hand coming up to tangle in the curls on his head pulling his mouth to yours. The angle makes it messy, more of an open-mouthed mash up of tongues that anything else, but it fucking lights Joel on fire. He pulls away and slips his cock from your tight heat, turning you around so your back is to the stove. He pulls your naked body to his own and attaches his mouth back to yours like his life depended on it.

He can feel his cock slipping between your slick folds as he focuses his attention on his mouth attached to yours. It’s depraved, the way his tongue melds with your own, licking into your mouth like he’s a man starved. Which he technically is, he can’t remember the last time he kissed a woman, let alone one as perfect as you.

When he pulls away from you, hands on your ass to lift you up so he can carry you to the kitchen island and sit you on top, he focuses on the string of saliva that attaches your mouth to his. He pulls away just enough that it breaks, settling on the hair on his chin. He almost busts his nut all over your lower belly when you lean across and lick it from his face, grin plastered on your mouth like you know exactly what you’ve just done to him.

You reach down between the two of you, gripping Joel’s cock in your hand, guiding it back to your spread cunt, “I think you better put this back inside me, huh?” You whisper, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “Think you might be about to come, am I right Joel?”

“Fuckin’ hell,” He curses, head to the ceiling, “Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, pretty girl,” He takes his cock from your grip, sliding it slowly back into your slick pussy, watching as you throw your head back in pleasure as he does, “How many babies you want?” He asks, royally pushing his fucking luck now, “Tell me you want more than one, tell me I get to come inside your pretty pussy forever.”

“You’ll have to ask your brother.” You and your smart fucking mouth, Joel thinks, looking down between the two of you where he’s splitting you open, watching as his thick cock slides effortlessly into your cunt, like you were made for him.

“Didn’t have to ask him this morning,” Joel growls at you, hand resting at the base of your throat, “This was all you, babygirl.”

He doesn’t think before he takes hold of the material of the shirt you’re wearing and yanks it open, buttons flying all over the kitchen surface. Joel lets it gape open, those big hands of his gripping the soft skin of your waist as he starts pounding into you again. He leans down and captures one of your nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, soothing it with the pad of his tongue, before he switches to the other side.

“Such pretty tits, baby,” He groans, moving his lips up to kiss across your neck, “Even prettier when I put this baby inside you.”

His cock is brutal inside you. He can see the start of the discomfort on your face, still sore and stretched from last night. Truth be told, he doesn’t think he can hold on much longer, not when he looks down at the sight of you, spread out, dripping slick onto the countertop, legs spread as far as humanely possible, tits bouncing with every hard punch of his cock inside you.

“Want me to fill you up, babygirl?” He asks, leaning down to capture your lips one last time, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get you alone again, he knows kissing you in front of his brother would probably get him shot, so he’s going to take it all whilst he can.

“Give it to me Joel, fuck,” You moan, hands gripping his shoulders to keep you upright, “Look at me whilst you do it,” You demands, “I wanna see your eyes when you pump me full of cum.”

You’re looking up at him, bottom lip bitten between teeth as he stuffs his cock into you twice, three times. He looks you dead in the eye as he lets your name drop from his lips, hand gripping so hard at your skin it’s painful. He does exactly what you say though, looks straight into your eyes as his cock fills your full of his cum. Dark and dangerous, like predator has caught its pray, spread it out underneath him and fully devoured it.

He lets out the softest of groans as he slips his cock from you, watching as his cum drips from your pussy. It’s depraved, but he takes two of his fingers and pushes as much of it as possible back inside you, curling his fingers up inside you, before he slips them out, covered in his own cum and the slick from your pussy.

He holds them up to your mouth, “You wanna taste, pretty girl?”

Joel swears he sees the devil when you take hold of his hand and drag that perfect little tongue over his fingers. He thinks he might feel his cock begin to harden again when you take them all the way into your mouth and swirl your tongue over them to get them clean, he’s only a man, he can’t help but imagine what that mouth might feel like wrapped around his cock.

He helps you down from the counter, passes you the underwear he discarded early and then slips out of his own plaid shirt, offering it to you for ruining the one you were currently wearing. You could very easily wander up the stairs and get another shirt, but you take it from him, wrap it around yourself and do up the buttons.

“Sit down,” You speak softly to him once he’s got his jeans on properly, “I’ll finish breakfast.”

Joel watches closely as you pour coffee and reheat the eggs slightly, piling a significantly bigger portion onto his plate than your own. You butter the toast and then sit down next to him, eating in silence. He expects it to be awkward, but it’s the complete opposite. It’s comfortable, warm even, just two people enjoying breakfast together before they must go back to their respective lives outside of each other.

When you’ve both finishes, you take the plates and stack the in the sink before Joel realizes he’s still got to pick Sarah up. You smile at him when he stands, going to unbutton his shirt to give it back to him when he puts a warm hand on your arm.

“Keep it,” He says softly, “Looks miles better on you than it does on me.”

Your head dips and then you smile, “Thank you.”

He doesn’t really know what you’re thanking him for – the shirt? Probably not. But he smiles and kisses your cheek all the same before he’s making sure he’s got his keys and then he’s leaving.

All Joel can think about on his drive to pick Sarah up is the massive fucking line he’s just crossed. He can paint it in whatever light he wants to – normal couples fuck all the time, at every possible moment, when they’re trying to have a baby, so why should this be any different? That’s all it was, is what he repeats to himself, all fucking day, thinking of the way you begged him to fill you up again, the way your lips felt against his when you finally gave in and kissed him. But there’s still that fucking niggling feeling that he’s fucked it all up, mixed his own feelings in somewhere along the line. He should have never been with you without the knowing stare of his brother, looking out for any signs of concern.

If only Joel knew that Tommy knew exactly what was happening that morning. If only he knew that you’d padded quietly down the stairs and found him soundly asleep on that couch, first instinct to reach for your phone and sent Tommy that text message.

Joel seemed to stay the night on the couch. I know you’ll be driving, so totally get if not, but mind if we try again this morning? Might have a bit more luck relying on two instead of one this month.

You’d waited just moments for Tommy’s reply, standing at the foot of the stairs, watching Joel’s chest rise and fall in his sleep.

Course not sugar, you can tell me all about it when I get in and get you all to myself.

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foreverinadais · 9 months

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bad date: j.l

summary: you find yourself on a bad date. in desperation, you call your ex, jake lockley, hoping he can help you. which he does, in ways you never could've bargained for.

warnings: smut (eek), dry humping, kissing, light choking ig??? jake puts his hand around reader's neck, fluff, teasing, reader's date is a twat like he seriously sucks, angst but not with jake, no use of y/n or pronouns :) ~part of the ex! mk series but can be read standalone!!!~

word count: 3.4k

ex!mk series: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

It felt wrong to be on a date. Extremely wrong. You felt as though you were being disloyal, despite having no commitments, no one to be disloyal too. The events of a couple of weeks ago were still freshly embedded in your brain. It was as though every time you blinked, you remembered a different detail from your conversation with Marc, or a different look from your car ride with Jake, or a different touch from your comforting of Steven.

You had never been quite so confused.

You almost cancelled the date that had been scheduled for quite some time. But doing that would admit you weren’t over your exes. And admitting that would put all the work you had done in getting over them to shame.

So, you got ready, put on your finest outfit with the glamour you desired, and got a taxi to the restaurant you were meeting him at.

He seemed nice enough over text. You had shared stories, even laughed at his pick up lines. He was handsome in a way which felt… unnatural. You struggled to find attraction to other people after so long denouncing everyone. It felt odd to look at a person, that wasn’t your person, in any way other than politeness.

He had embraced you, even kissed your hand, and you worried as you felt nothing. He had opened the door for you, even pulled your chair out, waiting for you to sit and still… nothing. He was perfectly nice.

Until he started talking.

“I just do not understand the people who say looks mean nothing. I mean, obviously, I am attractive, I know that. And you’re decent looking. We’re attracted to each other, nothing wrong with that.” You cocked an eyebrow, taking a long sip of wine as you hummed.

“Right. I mean, I think appearance is surface level. Other things matter more, like how much you laugh together, your morals… good conversation.” He scoffed, waving over the waiter with just his hand. Ew.

“Should’ve known you would think like that. Crickey, wonder what other opinions you have in that brain of yours?”

“Actually, I have a lot.”

“Right, Would love to hear about those, that’s why I came on this date.” The sarcasm dripped off his words and anger bubbled in your stomach. You opened your mouth to talk when the waiter came over, notepad in hand. “I’ll have the steak -rare- with the potatoes and veg. Gotta get the protein in after a work-out.” You cringed and the waiter shot you a sympathetic look.

“And for you?”

“I’ll have the lasagne, please. With garlic bread.” The man in front of you chuckled, but it felt cold.

“Are you sure? Don’t want to have to kiss you with garlic breath.” Your stomach lurched at the thought of kissing him, but it was by no means a positive feeling. You would rather be sick.

“Make that extra garlic.” You said, and the waiter nodded with a smug, ‘certainly.’

Your date talked at you for the next fifteen minutes. He told you his life story, his career, about his friends and their “absolutely wild times, we go kinda crazy, you probably wouldn’t be able to handle it.” You were relieved when the food came out, so you had a moment of silence.

You wanted to leave. To shout at him, get up, and go. But you knew that wasn’t smart. He seemed like the type to follow you out the restaurant and ridicule you for making a scene, before claiming he was a ‘nice guy’.

You stuffed another piece of garlic bread in your mouth as you attempted to plan your next move. “These potatoes are vile. God, you want something done right, I can’t even eat this.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, instead shrugging.

You had eaten at supersonic speed to rush the date, to get home and snuggle under your covers watching a shitty romcom whilst eating the leftover cake in your fridge. You were relived as he swallowed the last bite of food, putting his cutlery down and sighing deeply. “Well that was a load of shit. The food, I mean, not you, darling.” You almost threw your food back up but managed to keep it down.

“Hmm. Right, should we-”

“Dessert first, right? Not that either of us need it but can’t have a date without something sweet.” The wink he sent you made your whole body curl in disgust. If you had to spend more than thirty seconds more with him, you were sure you’d end up stuffing your ears full of cheese just to never him speak again. This was the worst date you’d ever been on. You weren’t expecting the best date ever, but at least something to distract you from-

The idea hit you all at once.

Pulling out your phone, you pretended to look concerned, opening the one contact you knew would be readily available right now. “Excuse me, I have to take this.” You said as your date just shrugged.

Standing from your chair, you found an empty corner, hitting the call button and desperately holding the phone to your ear. It only took a couple of rings before you heard the familiar, “Yes?”

“Jake, you gotta pick me up. I’ll act like you have an emergency and you need my help or something, and then I’ll hastily leave, and you can get me in your cab and-”

“Woah, woah, slow down. What’s goin’ on? Estas en peligro? Are you in danger?” You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.

“Nothing like that. I’m just… this is kinda awkward but I’m on a date.” You could imagine him tensing up as his breathing changed slightly. “But it’s terrible and awful and I just, if I spend one more second with him I’ll end up killing someone.” Jake chuckled, and you scoffed. “It isn’t funny! Look, you owe me. And here’s your chance to pay me back like right now. As fast as you can. I don’t care how many laws you break getting here.”

“Relax, Carino. I got in the car when you started talking.” You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat and your heart skip.

“Thanks, Jake. I’ll send you my location.” He hummed, and you hung up, quickly sending the restaurant name before returning to your date.

“I’m so sorry but my friend’s had an emergency. This has been… lovely… though.”

“You’re leaving?”

“I have too, yeah.”

He scoffed, and you noticed a shift in his persona. “Figures. Everyone leaves me.”

“Nonono, it isn’t anything like that! My friend-”

“Likely story. You know, I’m too good for you anyway. You won’t get a date with someone like me again.”

“Well, thank fuck for that. In fact, I’m deleting every dating app I have just to make sure I never do!” It came out before you could bite your tongue, but fuck, it felt good.

“Whatever. Didn’t want to fuck you anyway.”

“Excuse me? That’s all this was? God, you’re such an arsehole! Fuck you, I’m leaving. I’ll pay my half at the till.” He started ranting about something, about how you ‘probably couldn’t afford it’ and how ‘you’re lucky he’s being nice’ but you were already walking away.

You paid for your meal, apologising to the waiter for the arsehole’s rude behaviour, but she just smiled and handed you a piece of dessert in a takeaway box; “It’s on the house.” You smiled, ignoring the shouts from your date as you left the restaurant.

You were beyond grateful to see him. He was wearing his driving gloves, the rough leather ones that you loved. He had got out the car, waiting anxiously to see you. You saw his sigh of relief when he did. You couldn’t help yourself.

You practically ran toward him, watching his face of shock turn to acceptance as you reached his arms. You wrapped an arm around his waist, careful not to drop your food as he engulfed you in a hug. “Hi.” You whispered into his chest, beyond grateful he was there. You knew you could look after yourself. You didn’t need a man to come to your rescue.

But he wasn’t just a man.

Secretly, you were looking for an excuse, any excuse, to call them again.

“That bad, huh?” He said as you pulled away, scanning your face as if he hadn’t seen you in years.

“Worse.” You wanted to convey a serious composure. It had been terrible. But if you didn’t laugh, you’d definitely cry. Jake rose an eyebrow as you began chuckling, covering your mouth to try to contain it. But eventually, it started pouring out, until you were out of breath laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Jake asked but couldn’t help smiling himself. “Huh?”

“It was the worst date ever.” You managed to get out, and even though Jake couldn’t quite understand, your laughter was so contagious, he couldn’t stop himself from joining in. People passing by shot you a few weird looks, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you released your emotions in the healthiest way you had for a while.

Eventually, you calmed down, wiping a tear from under your eye as Jake looked at you in admiration. “Want a ride?” You smiled, glancing back at the restaurant before nodding. Jake opened the door for you as you climbed in the cab.

“We have to stop doing this.” You said as Jake had pulled up to your flat. You had told him every detail about your date from hell, down to what seasoning you had on your food.

Jake had listened neutrally, apart from whenever you mentioned that man. His blood boiled as he thought about you on a date, thought about another man looking at you, making comments about you.

But he ignored the jealously, instead focusing his negative feelings on your date. “He sounds like a fucking asshole. Should’ve gone in there and given him a piece’f my mind.” He had said,gripping the steering wheel, but you brought him down, assuring him you had taken care of it and would be deleting him off every app you had him on.

“Doin’ what?” He asked, and you gestured between the two of you.

“Picking each other up? Calling each other? Seeing each other at all?” Jake nodded, but smirked.

“Almost like we can’t get enough of each other.” He teased and you tried to ignore the effect he had on you.

“Almost like you can’t get enough of me.”

“Ey? How’d ya reach that conclusion? You called us.”

“You called me first! I thought it was just something we did now.”

“Sounds like it’ll become a bad habit.”

“Maybe. But sometimes, I like being bad.”

“I remember.” The air shifted and suddenly, there was too much space between the two of you. You watched as he gulped, watched as the vein in his neck tensed and his lips twisted up in the familiar way they did.

“Thanks for the lift. Again.” You said, chuckling lightly, trying to clear the fog in your mind.

“Right. Anytime.”

“Anytime huh? That’s dangerous.”

“Maybe. But I like danger.”

“I remember.” You teased his words from earlier, and he shot you a small smile. Fuck, you wished he hadn’t looked over; and so did he. You held eye contact a beat longer than you had intended, your heart skipping a beat as his eyes flicked briefly towards your lips. You swallowed harshly, pulling yourself away from the moment, forcing yourself to make a move out of the car. “I should really…” You pointed toward your flat, smiling awkwardly as he nodded.

“Right. You should rest. I’ll see you, well, whenever either of us need a lift.”

You chuckled, nodding, “Well, thanks.”

“Por supuesto, anytime, seriously.” You didn’t want to leave. This felt different from every interaction with them since you had broken up. Something was screaming at you to stay, and you didn’t think it was the remnants of wine left in your system.

No, it was as if an invisible force was willing you to him, to his scent, his warmth, his stupidly attractive smirk. He noticed your hesitation, eyebrow raised in question. “If you’re gonna sit here all night, lemme know so I can turn off the engine.” He teased jokingly, and you forced a laugh.

“ ‘m going now, just… preparing for the cold.” He nodded but didn’t look convinced, amusement lingering in his features. “Okay, ready now!” You felt suddenly embarrassed, deciding to get the inevitability of your leaving over with. “Goodbye, Jake.” You said quietly, sticking your hand out as if to shake his hand.

“You want me too…”

“I don’t know! I thought it was a nice, civil gesture to end this terrible evening with!”

“A handshake…?”

“Fine, it was dumb anyway-” You began, retracting your hand before he grabbed it with his gloved one.

“No, no, c’mon.” He squeezed your palm with his own, and your skin tingled at the contact. The friendly gesture was corrupted in your brain as he shook your joined hands, a smug look on his face at the way your breath hitched. “There, happy now?”

You couldn’t think. Could hardly breath as you shook your head, ‘no’. Because it wasn’t enough. No amount of contact would ever be enough.

You didn’t think about the possible aftermath of your next action. You couldn’t think about anything but him. With zero hesitation, you were shuffling forward in your seat, hands falling on his jacket as you pulled him toward you slightly. Your lips barely grazed his, but it was enough to send your heart soaring.

No sooner than you had done it, you pulled away. It was his move. His cho

Jake looked to your gaze, then down to your lips, repeating the action twice. His eyes were glazed over, and you were sure his mind was reeling, his alters talking over each other, but he couldn’t hear anything apart from your heavy breathing and all he could smell was your perfume-

His hands cupped your cheeks, a small groan leaving his lips before they were on yours. You sighed in content, moving your lips with his as if you had never stopped. Your hands found his hair, tugging on the familiar locks gently as he traced your jaw with his fingers.

You didn’t ever want to stop kissing him. It felt so familiar yet so distant, as if you had only ever dreamt of moments like this. When in reality, you had kissed him thousands of different times. And it all came flooding in to this moment.

Jake pulled back slightly, breathless. You wondered why he had stopped, about to ask when you felt his thumb trace your bottom lip. Your breath hitched as he pulled lightly, your mouth obediently opening for him. He smiled before pulling his own lip between his teeth, eyes dark as he gently pushed his thumb into your mouth.

You made a noise of shock, but quickly pushed it away as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his thumb, inviting him to push further. Jake groaned, almost in disbelief, eyes never leaving yours. “Fuck, baby.” His words were drawn out, like they always were in situations like this. It drove you crazy. “C’mere, need you t’ be closer.” He said, voice husky as he apprehensively removed his thumb from your mouth, quickly silencing your groan of disapproval with his lips.

Jake pulled you over the gearstick, careful you didn’t hurt yourself, not that you cared at all about your safety right now. He sighed in relief as you swung your legs over his lap, straddling him as your arms looped around his shoulders, bringing him impossibly closer. “Relax, Carino, ‘m not goin’ anywhere.” He chuckled against your lips, but you hardly heard as you rolled your hips forward.

His chuckles turned into groans as you found a pace, desperate to feel him against you, everywhere. Jake held onto your waist, helping you move rougher against him, trying to keep kissing you but fuck it felt so good.

You pulled away first, breathing heavy in pleasure as small moans left your lips. Every sound you made only amplified what he was feeling, and he couldn’t help but clash his lips to yours just to swallow them.

“Jake.” You whimpered, and he couldn’t recall a time his name had ever sounded so good. It was euphoric, just hearing you say his name.

“Fuck, baby, you sound ruined, and I’ve barely even touched you.” His words elicited another moan from you as your head fell into his shoulder, hips rolling faster to chase a high you couldn’t reach on your own, or with any other partner you had tried with since them.

Jake squeezed the flesh of your waist, still guiding your movements as his other hand went to the back of your neck. He tugged you up, watching as your bottom lip slipped between your teeth. “Let me hear you, sweetheart. Lemme hear what I do to you.” He pulled your lip out from your teeth, and you let out a broken moan, eyes squeezing shut as his teeth bit possessively at your neck.

“Who’s makin’ you feel this good?” His voice had an edge to it, dark and dirty. It made your thighs clench harder around him.

“You.” You whimpered, eyes rolling back as you felt yourself hurdling closer to the edge.

“Not that prick from your date, huh? Ey, look at me. Who makes you feel like this? Need’ta hear you say my name.”

“You, Jake! Always you!” You practically sobbed, overwhelmed and so, so close. All your senses were heightened, and you couldn’t recall the last time you had felt this level of pleasure. And he hadn’t even touched you yet.

Jake chuckled darkly, his hand slipping up to your neck, squeezing only slightly, but it was enough to send your mind reeling. “Thaaat’s it.” His words were drawn out in arousal. You were at the edge, practically falling off, and Jake could tell. Even after all this time, he could read your body perfectly.

“You can let go, Carino. Let go f’me, c’mon, there you go.” He cooed as you clutched onto him, gasping and repeating his name like a mantra as you reached your peak. Jake kissed your shoulder, stroking at your back as your body shook with aftershocks. “Did so good f’me, baby.” He whispered and you practically melted against him.

The windows were covered in perspiration from the events inside the car, and your heavy breathing filled the car. Jake whispered terms of endearment in your ear as you snuggled into his body. It was hot inside his car, yet somehow, you couldn’t get enough of his heat.

Eventually, you felt strong enough to speak, lifting your head up to face him, skin glowing in a thin layer of sweat and euphoria. Jake’s smiled matched your own as he cupped your cheeks, bringing you in for another kiss. “Wow.” You whispered against his lips, and he chuckled, agreeing.

You stroked the side of his face, tracing the details of his skin with soft fingertips. Jake leaned into your touch, savoring the softness of your actions. Neither of you were thinking about the consequences. And if you were, neither of you cared. Not right now. He hadn’t felt like this in a long time. He had almost forgotten that happiness existed outside of you.

“It’s late.” He said suddenly, and you sat up straighter. “You need rest, especially now. I don’t wanna disrupt that.”

“Wait, what? I just kinda figured… you don’t want to come up with me?”

“Well… I thought you were finished.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t get to…” You looked down at his lap, at the prominent issue still there, and you smiled teasingly.

“Trust me, baby, that was all I needed.”

“But I want to make it up to you.” You innocently ran a hand down his chest, stopping just before his belt and he tensed.

“You don’t have to-”

“I want too. If you want too.” You watched as he tutted, before nodding. “Please?” Your voice was soft but seductive as you ran a hand through his hair, placing a gentle kiss to the side of his jaw, then his cheek, then just next to his lips.

You felt drunk on him and you didn't care about what this could mean. How far it could set you back. You were too far gone, too deep already. You needed him. You always needed him.

Jake groaned, squeezing the flesh of your waist. “Joder eres tan bueno -fuck you’re so good- when you ask so nicely, how could I ever refuse?”

a/n: i have never written smut before so this was a fun venture into it!!! i promise more parts are coming. i was conflicted on how to do this chapter but it kinda found it's own end. the next one will involve our other two boys yayyy :) i am really enjoying writing this series. thank you so much for reading!!!

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factual-fantasy · 3 months

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26 ASKS!! :DD THANK YALL!! 🎉🎂🎉

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AAAAAA THANK YALL SO MUCH!! :DDD YALL ARE THE BEST!! :}} 💖💖💖

(Sorry I'm a bit late!)

:DD Thank you!! My favorite might be plain vanilla 😋💖

@unpopularartist14

I have definitely heard of it and seen it around. :0 And I got a good taste of it from SMG4s video on it XDD I've thought about watching it in the past. Though hearing about that widely accepted ship.. Ehhh,, I'm not so sure now.. <XD

@sunshine-vr6

@wdillustration

:DD THANK YOU!! :}}}

@badlyblurry (Post in question)

XDD It really has. The poor guy is so conflicted. This really seems like a romantic moment. But surly she's just excited about her new form and doesn't understand the typical boundaries friends have.

Surly someone as beautiful and desirable as Blue.. wouldn't be interested in a old cookie like him.

..Right??

@jesterpiecethejester

They're still on my blog, I never deleted them or anything. You just gotta go to my #undertale tag and scroll down a bit-

@minnesotamedic186 (Post in question)

AWW!! Its might be a bit out of character for Blue, but its still a cute scene!! :DD

@keakruiser (Sorry for replying a bit late!)

:DDD THANK YOU!! I had some giant cookies and cream cupcakes! 😋😋

Huh, suprising!

....now what does Urchin taste like.. 🍴🍪

@edgywithaheart

Ooooo interesting!! :DD Though I wonder if this would change Barnaby and Howdy at all <XDD

GASP!! Nooo not my boy! He would never do a crime. XD

@jenny-the-fox

XD I think I have a couple of OCs that belong there--

(Post in question)

Oh! Thank you for the info! :DD

@candyglumboy (Post in question)

That could be an interpretation of it yeah :00 but to be totally honest, I haven't thought it all through yet..

The intention behind that comic is its showing that Eddie used to be a human. And now he's.. well. He's Eddie.

The comic was trying to show that there was someone he used to know when he was human. His sister? His mother? Someone.. He knew someone. And now that he's in the neighborhood.. she's gone. What happened to her? Who was she? Why do I miss her so much?.. Why.. am I crying? Why am I shaking?

"..What was I talking about.?"

@astaherussy

EATING THIS SCENARIO LIKE GARLIC BREAD FR!!! AAAAA JUST IMAGINE EVERYONE'S REACTIONS!!

I think the 3 of them are no strangers to bloody scenes, but that wouldn't make seeing their Octokids so hurt any easier.. <:(( Now I'm not much of a writer, and idk if this is the kind of response you were expecting.. but none the less you have inspired me! :}}

I can see them offering their services if needed, but mostly just staying out of Peso's way and letting him do his thing. when everything winds down and they're able to see each other.. it would be tough. :((

Kwazii would be in high spirits as always despite the injuries. He would proudly tell Calico Jack about how he was bravely able to fend off multiple sharks! He expected a lot of enthusiasm from his Grandad.. "..Y-Ye did great Kwazii, ye protected yer crew well. I'm real proud of ya for that.." Instead he got a more.. somber response.

With the time Kwazii has spent with the Octonauts, he's gotten a lot better at reading people. Its not hard to tell when someone is shaken. His ears are pinned back, his tail is puffed up and flicking back and fourth.. its clear that Jack isn't taking this sight well.

Kwazii would probably sit up straighter. "Hey,, Grandad I'm.. I'm alright, ye don't need to worry." He'd gently grab Jacks arm, getting his attention. "I'll be alright, this isn't a big deal! Really, I'm ok! It looks a lot worse than it actually is."

Jack might take a deep breath and nod "..I know. I know you'll be alright, lad.." His ears were still pinned back. Kwazii frowns. "..I'm alright now Grandad. This is small, trust me.." Jack would pause.. but then nod. Seeing Kwazii so beaten is hard for Jack to stomach. But Kwazii is one tough cookie.. Just like him. He knows that things will be ok. Kwazii will be ok.. They're both ok..

~~~

When Marsh came in to see Tweak, he almost lost his composure. He knows Tweak is tough. And she's gotten hurt a lot growin up, this ain't nothin she cant handle. But gosh, this hurts. That's his little girl. It hurts so much to see her like this. She's collapsed in medbay, and has her leg all bound up in a cast.

"Pa! Heh, uh- sorry about all this. You an I were supposed to go out swimmin after that mission. I guess uh.. it'll have to wait.. heh.."

A deep breath, "Now don't chu worry bout none of that," He sat down beside her bed and pat her on the shoulder. "You just put all yer energy into gettin better. Ok? We can always go see the reef another time." His droopy ears and shaky voice wasn't helping his tough façade..

Tweaks pauses for a moment. But then offers her hand to Marsh. He takes it, confused at first.

"..I'm sorry I scared you pa.. I'll be ok.."

...Unable to reply, Marsh just nods. He sighs and wipes his tears away. Gripping Tweaks hand tighter. He sniffles, and just nods..

~~~

Natquik's meeting with Barnacles went a little smoother than the others. He is no stranger to the sight of blood. And knowing that Barnacles is tough as nails, he wasn't too worried about him.. but still. Seeing Barnacles in such a state.. it wasn't easy.

When Natquik came in, he placed a gentle paw on the bears shoulder. "Barnacles, how do you feel? Are your wounds bad..?" Barnacles' voice was gravelly and slow. He had a nasty headache after that facial injury.. "..Oh.. I'll be alright.. its nothing I.. cant recover from.."

Natquik pulls up a stool and sits beside him. "You gave me a big scare, you know. You must not do that to me! No more dangerous missions for you!" He said wagging his finger.

Barnacles chuckled. "That wasn't meant to.. be a dangerous mission. Things just.. got out of hand." Natquik nods. "Yes yes, I can see.." His tone seemed off at the end there..

"..Are you alright, Professor?" It takes Natquik a second to respond.. Seeming to think over his words. "Don't worry for me, Barnacles. I am better now that I have seen you. And you will heal fine, yes? So all is ok." His hesitation wasn't reassuring.. But he knows how Natquik is. So doesn't push it further. "Yes, despite the scene we caused.. most of these injuries are minor. We'll be.. alright." Natquik puts on a smile that cant truly be read. "That is all that matters, my friend."

~~~

ALSO WAAHAGA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD I'm so glad to hear you like my stuff!! And you're interested even when you don't know thE CANON? BESTIE I AM HONORED!! 😭😭💖💖😭💖💖

And of course I would respond! :DD I LOVE receiving comments/interaction with my work. Its the #1 thing I hope my posts receive! Now I cant respond to every single one unfortunately, but I do read them all and respond to as many as I possibly can!! :D I'll take this moment to give a big thank you to all that leave me messages/comments/asks! They're my favorite thing!! 💖💖🥰💖

@couchwow

Thank you! :D Also OOOO CREATRURES! :DDD

@peaspods

I don't have a master post for those, no.. it would take a ton of effort for me to comb through my entire blog to compile it all so I haven't done it..

You can find all/most of that stuff under my #octonauts tag and my #deltarune tag. I hope this helps!

I did have a blue blanket for a time.. though that blanket doesn't actually exist irl-

Also man, that would take me forever to make. Bibi and the other's quilts were really small and easy to work with. I cant imagine all the time it would take for me in this state to make a full human sized quilt-

Plus I would have to draw the quilt with me whenever I draw my sona. Which would suck because then it would take longer for me to draw myself <XDD

XD Thank you!! :D I'm so glad you like them! :}}

WAAAAA THATS SO GOOODD!! 😭😭😭😭

#my response #tw descriptions of blood #tw descriptions of injury #octonauts #welcome home #eddie dear #factual fam #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs

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mari-the-bimbo · 1 year

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so i do have few ideas, not sure if youll like them but ill still type them 😌 (no particular guys but geto and sukuna shall do the trick? geto my love 😭)

cooking with them, shopping with them, and what i think an interesting concept could be, if their non sorcerer roommate (y/n) gets into a situation with them and they suddenly develop a cursed technique (maybe it was just born because of the sheer willpower to change the situation?

im sorry if these ideas suck im literally thinking of them while pooping so they might be .. shit 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

Cooking with Dorm mate Sukuna

A/N: I appreciate you thinking of ideas for me while pooping 😂 thank u pookie 🙏💗 And thank to everyone else ideas too! <33

With your interviews coming up and you being busy with practicing, Sukuna started to miss you, as much as the grump wanted to barge into your room and tackle you to the floor for attention, he knew the mature thing to do is to let you be, and provide any help he can. So here he was making lunch for you.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your sockets as you watched the man make lunch for you. You were definitely surprised.

Watching the big scarily sexy, pink haired man flexing his muscular broad shoulders as he cuts the onions, wearing nothing more than an apron is not for the weak either.

“Wow I didn’t know you knew how to cook!” You teased him as you walked into the kitchen, knowing damn well he can.

He side glares at you before speaking “I WILL hit you with this pan right now” he says very casually.

You laugh at his impatience, and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, stifling a laugh as you feel him slightly lean back into your embrace.

“Thank you for making lunch ‘kuna” you say gratefully into his muscular back. He hums in response, before replying.

“Make you lunch, drive you to campus, guess I’m just your personal slave yeah doll?”

“My favourite slave if that makes you feel any better” you reply.

But instead of responding, he leans further back into your embrace, but this time he puts all his heavy weight on to you, making you seconds away from being crushed by the big beefy thug.

“Ah!! Sukuna! You’re gonna crush me you big buffalo!” You complain, eliciting an evil laugh from the man, who found your tiny body trying to fight him off hilarious. “That’s the plan” he chuckles, without taking his eyes off the garlic bread he was cutting up. “Moveeee” you angrily muffle against his back which was pressed into your face.

He finally moves once he was satisfied. He smiles charmingly as you glare at him, and reaches out to pinch your cheeks, further making your cheeks puff in annoyance.

“How dare you try to crush me! I-“ your sentence is cut off as Sukuna feeds you some of the garlic bread, effectively shutting you up. “Taste good little one?” He asks as he turns back to frying the chicken. “Yup” you say with a nod.

He looks at you momentarily before speaking, “God, you’re like a baby, gotta give you food to keep you quiet”

You laugh before teasing the pink haired man. “Well that’s because I am your baby” you say with a flirty smile.

You watch him smirk as he turns off the heat, and faces you. “Oh yeah?” He says with an amused raised eyebrow.

“Yeah”

He chuckles before grabbing you and picking you up to place you on the counter top. “Pretty baby aren’t you?” He says as he inches closer to your lips. “Yep” you reply again. He grins ear to ear before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for a rough kiss.

You can’t help but smile as you kiss him back. “Finally giving me some attention you brat” he says as you pull away.

“You always have my attention you meanie” you say with a sweet smile.

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galaxycunt · 3 months

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My Dinner With Buggy

Author warning: this is dialogue only. Why? Because I wondered if I could do it and so here it is I’m lucky I had power the whole time in my house during this ice storm bc I’m so bored 😭

Summary: You are waiting on a man, you haven’t seen each other in quite some time. Not since you were a bright eyed recruit and he was a young captain with more ego than sense.

“Welcome in! How many?”

“Two, please,” as you sat you said, “a bottle of house red, thank you.”

A hand tapped you on the shoulder some time later, “I never tire of that joke. You’re looking good.”

“Buggy, wow. It’s really good to see you.”

“Yeah, not every day a marine wine and dines me.”

“I can think of a few officers who’d like that, now.”

Buggy frowns, “you told them, didn’t you?”

You shake your head, “Buggy, I didn’t even know you were with the Roger pirates. I found that out from the snails like everyone else.”

“Huh. Swore I told you. I guess…I never tell anyone that shit.”

“Hey, doesn’t matter. You’re here. You’re safe.”

Buggy laughs, “god, it’s been forever. Remember when we climbed up the mast of the first Big Top?”

“Hm. Yeah. Tiny Top. That ship sucked. I remember beating you up there.”

“Oh fuck off, I let you!”

“I beat you by a whole 30 seconds!”

“I’m not letting a fucking marine talk shit while I’m trying to enjoy my damn dinner.”

You laugh heartily as the waiter arrived, “I’ll have the pasta special.”

“You paying or what?” You nod, “prime rib. Gimme a steak bigger than my head.”

“You sure ain’t a cheap date, Bug.”

“Oh! So this is a date? Okay, you sure you don’t wanna thrown in with the guy who tangoed with the best and came out on top?”

“I…I think I am quitting. I saw your little movie debut. He…he was just a kid. Both of them.”

“Y-yeah. He really was.”

“I guess that’s the life we choose.”

Buggy sighs, “let’s not think about that. I’m here, you’re here. This is a date.”

“Is this a date? Okay, what lines does Captain Buggy pull on these things?”

“What’s your sign?”

“Libra.”

“I’m a Libra moon, they say a sun and moon sign being the same means they’re meant to be.”

You shake your head, “you’re so full of shit. Is that even your sign?”

“Maybe, maybe not. Take me on more dates like this and I’ll tell you the truth.”

You can’t hide your smile, “shut the fuck up.”

“Join me, I’ll treat you so good.”

“Uh huh.”

“It’ll be fun. I won’t even make you wake up at dawn.”

“And what do you get out of this?”

“A beauty at my side every day, that’s all.”

“You just want trade secrets, don’t you?”

He looks offended, “I ain’t that bad a guy. But my lips are sealed, if you wanna give anything up.”

“If you want secrets out of me, you gotta give me something to work with.”

“Work with?”

“What’s your big secret, tough guy?”

He chews the free bread thoughtfully, “the rumors are true. I washed Gol D. Roger’s underwear. Though I tricked Shanks into doing laundry duty more.”

“How?”

“Packing gunpowder is way cooler. Only chumps think laundry is better. Just cause you do it once a month.”

“Sounds about right for pirates. Marines make you clean the toilets with a toothbrush every day.”

“See what I mean? I wouldn’t let you lift a finger.”

“I might hold you to that.”

“I’d be so good to you.”

In between bites you say, “I joined only because I needed the money. My dad was a marine, the pension don’t pay much if you’re just one of the grunts. He wasn’t happy I did it. They had a nice sign on bonus.”

“Is that really a secret?”

“Well, maybe. People on base like to act like they’re doing it for the greater good. Justice and all that shit.”

“Snooty fucks.”

“Oh yeah.”

He smiles, “see? Gotta join me now.”

You blush as he watches you eat, “what?”

“Nothing. Just nice. You write and call less and less these days.”

“Hey, man. You do have a bounty. Though I guess I don’t have to be as careful.”

“Heh, yeah. Maybe we can see each other more….especially if you join.”

“Let’s not talk work, tell me anything else.”

“Like how lovely you’re looking?”

“Look at you, wearing something clean.”

“So this is a date. Let’s go for another drink after this, my treat.”

“Twisting my arm over here.”

“I’m a pirate, baby. I have my ways.”

You can’t stop smiling, in spite of yourself, “last time I saw you, you threw your head at me.”

“I remember.”

“Did you mean it? What you said?”

“Yeah, I really didn’t want those fucks taking me in. Even if they were your buddies.”

“No, no. Not that.”

He hums, “I think I remember.”

“Don’t be a dick, Buggy.”

“Don’t leave me in suspense then.”

“If you don’t remember, then I won’t say it.”

He stares for a beat, studying you, “I’m sorry for teasing. I do, I always will.”

“You were so drunk I-“

“-I wasn’t. I lied.”

“Check please,” you flag a waiter down, feeling his eyes boring into you, “thank you.”

“Oh shit. No, I didn’t lie about that. I was sober.”

Relief floods you, “you’re so stupid.”

“I love you.”

“Do you, or just the young hot marine you met?”

“Baby, don’t be like that.”

“What if I’m tired of the sea, want something quiet?”

“I’ll visit. All the time.”

“Really?”

He nods, “I’ll treat you good. So, so good.”

“I love you too. Against my better judgement.”

“Let’s get outta here. When are you expected back?”

“I got three weeks off.”

“Just enough time to lay low with me.”

“Heard you got a new crew, all those prisoners. They won’t like me on board.”

“They think I’m their god or some shit, I dunno. We can rent a room somewhere. I don’t care.”

“You are something else.”

“I can be all yours, just say the word.”

“Let’s see how tonight goes then.”

“I’m gonna dazzle your pants off.”

“Won’t go for nothing less.”

#one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you

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kaylinlmao · 2 years

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Can u also do one where the tbp boys become obsessed with reader who has a dark past

Sure. I didnt know if you wanted poly so I just did individual hcs. Here ya go!

Finney Blake

He didn't know that seeing men yelling triggered you, so when he brought you over to his house and Finney got mad and was yelling, you freaked the fuck out

"M'sorry Finney. Gotta go home" you said, hyperventilating.

"Its OK, angel. it's OK. I'm sorry"

After that day, the obsession with you began.

He would always want to be with you constantly

He still made sure to not to trigger you

Vance Hopper

He brought you over to his house to meet his mom and sisters

His mom was making honey banana bread

What none of them knew was that the smell of honey triggered you

As soon as you walked in, you ran back outside to your car

You gripped the steering wheel hard, breathing heavy, trying to control it (been there, done that)

Vance got in the car about to scold you for running out like that when he saw you, panting and crying

"Doll. Shhh. I'm right here, I'm sorry"

After you calmed down, you apologized to his mother and asked politely if you could reschedule for another time.

Now he's obsessed

Robin Arellano

He didn't know that seeing blood triggers traumatic events from your past

So when you walked into the bathroom to see a bloody body

As he looked over at you, he saw you having a panic attack and crying and hyperventilating he was confused

He didn't know what to do because every time he walked over to you, you freaked out again seeing the blood on him

"B-b-blood. N no blood"

"OK, princesa." He said rushing to clean himself off

You guys talked about it and he began to be even more obsessed with you with knowing that you felt comfortable enough to open up to him

Bruce Yamada

Loud noises triggered you

So when he invited you to his baseball game, when the bat met the ball, a loud crack sounded throughout the field

You flinched, got up and left

Bruce was, to say the least, really upset that you left in the middle

He lost the game because he was so focused on why you left

The next day, he asked you why you left in the middle of the game?

"Sweetheart, why did you leave in the middle of my game last night?"

You explained to him that you don't like loud noises and you told him why you didn't like them

He understood and bought you some noise canceling headphones for when you go to his games

Billy Showalter

He didn't know that slapping hard surfaces and yelling at you triggers you

When you were in a heated argument and he yelled and slammed his hand on the counter, you used your defense mechanism

You shut yourself down completely

Like you were asleep or empty, emotionless

He held you for hours throwing apology after apology at you

You accepted the apologizes and talked it over with him

He was very understanding

After that, he began to never leave you side as to always keep you from getting triggered

It developed into an obsession

I AM NOT NORMALIZING TRIGGERS AND PTSD OR ANYTHING! These are triggers that I have and how I sometimes deal with them. I'm not fantasizing trauma or anything like that. Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

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pisspope · 1 year

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okay this is actually the first time ive written filth literally ever so please go easy on me

it's y/n and connie getting freaky in a pizzeria bathroom. like that's it that's the fic

((and big thank u to @quiveringdeer for looking this over for me beforehand!! it means a lot to me 😊))

Manners

connie x reader

cw: afab reader, sort-of dom connie, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, praise kink a little? and of course mdni

when you first start dating connie, it's innocent. it's walks by the lake, it's watching him do tricks at the skate park, it's holding hands at the movies. you feel like you're 17 again, laughing together while you play guitar hero and memorizing each others drink orders at the local coffee shop. it's innocent. it's refreshing.

but one day you're walking downtown and the sun is setting, and his hazel eyes are shining, and something just. changes. it's primal, it's downright sinful. you can't keep your hands off him for another second.

Not an hour has passed and you're in the unisex bathroom of your local pizza parlor. It's way in the back, far away from the hustle and bustle of the dining area, where the only prying eyes are the pair right in front of you. Connie's lips are slack and shining with spit, and what little hair is on his head is pushed up in every direction.

Hes got you pushed up against the flaky 1990s style wallpaper, and the whole place reeks of red pepper flakes and bread. But all you can really smell is the heady scent of Him, as he grips your wrist with one hand and pushes it above your head with a thump.

"Fuckkkk," he whines, "when's the last time I told you how sexy you are?" he's pressing you into the wall with the full weight of his body, baggy t-shirt hiding the rigidity of his muscles as they pin you in place.

You laugh, intoxicated by the feel of him. "About 30 seconds ago baby."

He nuzzles into your neck, groans so loud you can feel the purr of his voice box against your shoulder. "Damnnnnnn that long? I gotta pick up the slack."

He moves a hand down to your hips, grips you even tighter. Before you can even register what he's doing, he's biting down onto your neck, licking and sucking like his life depends on it. You try to choke back your moans to no avail. Especially when he works his way up to your ear, making the most lewd sounds you've ever heard, right where he knows you can hear it.

"God you're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, but it's loud and clear by the shell of your ear. "I'm gonna fuck you so good. Gonna make you forget we're in a goddamn pizza parlor."

And Connie is dependable. The type of guy who keeps his promises. So when he slips off your pants dangerously slowly and gets on his knees along with them, you know he's not bluffing. Two fingers, freshly trimmed you notice, reach out to touch the bottom of your underwear, reverently testing the areas closest to your heat. "Look at that," he whispers, almost to himself. "Already so wet. That for me?"

You nod, a little embarrassed. You're no unplucked flower, but this has all been preamble up to this point. The farthest you've gone with Connie is an impromptu makeout session while out on a hike, nothing like this.

"Yeah?" He says, acknowledging your sheepish response. "Who am I kidding. Of course it's for me."

In one swift motion, he takes your panties between his teeth, right where he had pressed so delicately earlier, and pulls them down to your ankles. Before you even have time to register the chill of the bathroom his mouth is on your cunt, tongue pressing open your folds as those same fingers rub circles on your inner thighs.

"Connie..." you breathe out, unable to stop yourself. Your head hits the back of the gritty wallpaper as he works at pleasuring you, the sloppy noise of tongue against slick echoing in the empty bathroom. "Fuck you're good at this."

Connie hums in response, looks up at you with those big hazel eyes, now looking closer to brown from the darkness of his arousal. He's absolutely tongue fucking you, the speed and pressure only continuing to increase in intensity. You're fine to keep going and finish like this, just a quickie in the bathroom before dinner, but then he starts kissing around your thigh instead, and you know hes got something else in mind.

You look down at him, annoyed and missing the feeling of tongue. But as you drink in the site of him, head buried in between your legs while the other hand palms at his jeans, all is forgiven. Ugh, you can't not fuck him.

"Sorry, baby," he says, pulling away from you as he starts to undo his belt. "Can't just let you have all the fun."

In a blink his bottoms are off, and he's standing over you again, cock upright and glistening with precum. He's stroking himself slowly, and you watch enraptured as he takes his other hand and slides two fingers in your mouth. "Get 'em wet for me, wouldja baby?" He smirks as you do as you're told, sucking and licking like its his dick in your mouth and not this shallow approximation. "Wanna make sure I do this right for you."

Fingers properly lubricated, he pulls them slowly out of your mouth and brings them to the front of your hole, pausing a moment to run his wet digits over your aching clit. "Damn you're pretty like this. You're gonna have to suck me off next time or else I'm gonna get jealous of my own fingers."

He slides his fingers in achingly slow, both at a time so you can feel the stretch on each knuckle. He spreads you apart experimentally, feeling the give of your folds and relishing in the little noises you make. You're like putty in his hands, ready to be sculpted into any shape he wants. And fuck does he know the shape he wants.

"Y/N, fuck," he mutters, more to himself than you. "You didn't even need my fingers, did you?"

"Yeah, no, I didn't," you breathe out, trying to muster up any coherent thought left in your lust-addled brain. "I just, fuck, can I have your dick please?"

Connie stops what he's doing, pulls his fingers out just as slowly as he put them in. "What?" He whispers, obviously bewildered.

You huff, running low on brain power and not in the mood to deal with whatever this is. "Connie, can I have your dick please?"

"God, Fuck," he bites out, each syllable sharp as he starts lining himself up under you. "Of course you can."

He tries his best to suppress a groan as he slips inside of you, the stretch driving both of you deeper into your shared pleasure. He grinds his hips a few times, testing the waters. His cock is fairly average, a little girthier than you expected, but he obviously knows how to use it. "Baby, you're so cute," he pants, rolling his hips. "Asking me to fuck you like that....so fucking polite."

"Polite?" you ask, feeling a blush creeping up your face. Which is ridiculous, he's got his cock buried deep in your pussy and you're getting flustered over a little compliment like that. "You think me begging you to fuck me was.... polite?"

Connie stops his grinding to look up at you, blush now spreading across his cheeks. "Yeah, not the begging but like...." he trails off. "I think it's sexy that you mind your manners. Even, ynow, in the heat of it."

You laugh out loud. You can't fucking help it. Constance "Connie" Springer, thinks it's sexy when you say please and thank you? When you mind your p's and q's? "Okay, okay," you chuckle, faking wiping tears from your eyes. "If that's the case then please, Connie, please start moving. And I'll try my best to be a good girl and not be too loud."

"Oh, Y/N," Connie says, bringing you in for a kiss. "I would never tell you to be quiet."

And as you requested, he starts moving, setting a pace that sends flakes of drywall fluttering off the ceiling. He's voracious, holding you to his chest as he pounds you into the wall. You're going to have fingerprint shaped bruises underneath your shoulderblades for weeks. He takes the side of your neck in his mouth, leaves no bit of skin unbruised by his teeth and tongue.

You try to hold back your moans as you come undone, but Connie is relentless. He tips your head to the ceiling as he hears you swallow yet another whine. "Don't hide how good I make you feel," he growls, eyes so dark they're practically black. "You mind your manners and thank me for how good I fuck you."

His demands tip you over the edge, and you're cumming messily over his cock, screaming his name and babbling thank yous over and over until you come down. You watch in the haze of your orgasm as he reaches his high, pulling out at the last possible second, tugging himself just once or twice before spilling ropes of his seed on the bathroom wall. And fuck it's nearly hypnotizing to watch him pump himself to fruition, his eyes closed tight and his mouth open as he reaches his climax.

Connie sighs out loud, runs a sweaty hand through his buzzed hair. "Damn, that was something else!" He walks back over to where you stand, practically glued to the wall, legs shaky, and brings your lips to his. He pulls back, and his eyes soften. "Thank you."

You smile at him, slowly coming back to reality. "You're welcome. And thank you, too, Constance."

He rolls his eyes at the use of his full name, but soon returns to that familiar shit-eating grin. "Sooooooo," he says, pointing a thumb to the bathroom door. "Pizza?"

#connie springer #attack on titan #connie x reader #connie x y/n

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howlingday · 10 months

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The One With The Insecurities

Blake: I have a question. Of everyone here, who would you consider dating?

Ruby: Who would you pick?

Blake: Honestly? I wouldn't mind dating Yang again.

Yang: Aw! Thanks, Blakey! But if it's someone other than you, then I don't know.

Ruby: Yeah, me neither.

Nora: Ruby.

Blake: ...

Yang: (Visibly shaking)

Ruby: ...Huh?

Nora: ...I don't know. Me neither.

Blake: (Scroll buzzes) I gotta go. That's Sun needing help with his "pet project".

Nora: You mean his boy band?

Blake: I'm coping with his decision my way. (Leaves)

Nora: Alright! Just us now! What do you guys wanna do?

Yang: I, uh... I gotta go to the bathroom.

Nora: Alright, well, I guess we'll just wait 'til you get back.

Yang: Yup, yup, yup! (Walks into bathroom, Muffled) FUCK!.

Nora: ...

Ruby: ...

Yang: (Pokes her head out) Uh, we're out of hand soap. (Re-enters)

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Yang: HEY~!

Ruby: Oh, you're back!

Nora: Really had to go, huh?

Yang: HAHAHAHA! Back and forth you two! Yeah, you two sure do make a cute couple, don't you?

Nora: Uh... What?

Ruby: Yang, you were in there for an hour. Are you okay?

Yang: Yeah! Yeah! I'm just fine! Just peachy! Just havin' fun like we were earlier! You know, when you picked my sister over me? HA! Wasn't that funny?

Nora: Eh, yeah, I guess it was kinda funny-

Yang: NO, IT WASN'T! Why would you do that?! Why wouldn't you pick me?!

Nora: ...

Nora: ...Alright. You asked for it. I picked Ruby over, by just a teeny, TINY bit over you because you act like a party girl, but you're just a little controlling for me! Okay, who wants lunch?

Yang: I am not controlling! And you are not going to lunch until you tell me what makes me so controlling! Then we're going to sit down and discuss it, even if it takes all night!

Nora: ...Yeah, no, I was totally wrong. There's NO WAY you're not chill and laid-back. You're just not AS laid-back as Ruby. She's just more flexible and mellow!

Ruby: ...W-Well, I mean, people are different, right?

Nora: Yeah, Ruby is always willing to do whatever you want! You can just walk all over her!

Ruby: W-What?! Are you saying I'm a pushover?! I'm not a pushover!

Nora: Aw, it's okay, Ruby~! You're not a pushover~!

Ruby: You think I'm a pushover! Well, watch this! I'm going to lunch with my sister WITHOUT YOU! How's that for being a pushover?! (Walks out)

Yang: (Points) And clean this place up, too! (Walks out)

Yang: (Huffs) So, where are we eating?

Ruby: Hm... Ooh! How about that sandwich shop downtown?

Yang: Ugh! No! That place has moldy bread. We're going to the noodle place next door.

Ruby: Okay, Yang. Whatever you want.

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Ruby: Nora! We have something to say to you!

Nora: ...Okay?

Yang: Okay, so maybe I am a little controlling. And maybe Ruby is a bit of a pushover, but that's okay. Because we know what you are.

Ruby: Mhm! Yup! Sorry to tell you this but you... are flaky!

Yang: HA!

Nora: ...Huh. Yeah, I guess I am flaky!

Yang: ...

Ruby: ...So you're just okay with being flaky?

Nora: Yeah, it sounds right to me.

Yang: Fine! Then I'm okay with being controlling!

Ruby: Yeah, and I'm okay with being a pushover!

Nora: That's great! Good for you guys!

Yang: ...I AM NOT CONTROLLING!

Ruby: I AM NOT A PUSHOVER!

Nora: WHO SAID YOU WERE?!

RY: YOU DID!

Nora: Oh, I'm flaky! I'll say anything!

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Sun: Thanks for helping out, Blake.

Blake: No problem. Things were getting boring, anyways, so I came up with a dumb question to kill time.

Sun: What was it?

Blake: I asked the girls out of the four of us, who would they date?

Sun: Who'd you pick?

Blake: Yang.

Sun: Yeah, I figured. I would've picked Neptune.

Blake: Hm, I figured, too.

Sun: Let me try. Hey, guys!

Jaune: Yeah?

Sun: If you had to pick a dude here, who would it be?

Whitley: I can't answer that.

Jaune: Me neither.

Ren: Jaune. (Everyone stares at him) Er, I meant to say, I can't answer that. Me neither.

#rwby #friends #ruby rose #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #blake belladonna #lie ren #sun wukong #blacksun #sunflowyr #whitley's rose #whitley schnee #nora's arc

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milkytheholy1 · 2 years

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Everything Ends: Part 6

EE Masterlist. Ultimate Masterlist.

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Back at the lair

"Soooo, what do we do with this thing?" April questioned, holding the key up in her hand. You and Splinter stood beside the teen, while Splinter choose to tug on his beard in thought, you were still processing certain events.

"We could always burn it, fire gets rid of everything." Splinter rushed out, rather suspiciously. April sent him a side eye, "Uuh huh, I don't even wanna know."

She turned to you with a bright smile, "What about you, (Y/N)? Got any good ide-" her voice faded out. April tilted her head in sympathy, her brows were furrowed and her lips were jutting out. She turned to Splinter who shared a similar look, he waved his hands in a 'go-talk-to-them' motion.

"Hey, you ok?" April eventually asked after a blanket of silence enclosed the room, you sighed but slowly nodded your head, "Yeah," you all but whispered out. Another shared look. April placed the key down and walked over to you, offering you a warm smile, "Hey, I've known Leo for practically my entire life. He's going to come around, heck, he probably didn't mean it! He's always so into his own mind, maybe he didn't even realise what you said?"

"No, April. He knew exactly what I said, and yet, he still left. I know it was a shitty thing to do, to make him choose, but what else could I have done; he threw a katana at me, April. A katana!"

April shook her head in disapproval, even Splinter piped up, "Blue was wrong, there is no doubt about it. But I raised him better than this, whatever has come over him will fade. I only hope he realises this soon."

The room fizzled into a quiet atmosphere, the only sounds audible were that of the leaky pipes and honking from taxis above ground. You were all standing around the key, April had previously pulled up a whiteboard, simply titled 'Mission: Key Master' and began jotting down any ideas she could think of.

She then turned to you and Splinter, her hip jutting out, "C'mon guys, I can't be the only one coming up with good ideas...well, ideas."

"Magma!" Splinter shouted out, you shook your head, "No, no, what we need is acid."

"Acid? Are you kidding me?" Splinter laughed, "We need to up the ante, we need a black hole!" You and April both shared a look, "What about the toaster? It burns bread, why not a mystic, alien key?" April added.

"A wet punch!"

"A big hammer!"

"Katanas!"

"A jackhammer!"

"Lasers!"

"Have we seriously got no good ideas, like really a wet punch? You thought that would work?" (Y/N) glared at Splinter, "Hey, April said we needed ideas, she never clarified whether they had to be good!"

"Guys, guys, we gotta stop fighting, it'll get us nowhere." April chided, she rubbed her hands over her face, dragging her eyes as she glared at the key. You sighed, softening your shoulders, "You're right. I'm sorry Splints, I guess with everything happening I'm just...on edge."

"I believe I owe an apology to you too, I am sorry I raised my voice."

"See? Look what happens when we work together as a team, not fighting like some Z-list bad guys. Now c'mon, we're gonna figure this thing out even if it's the last thing I do!"

A red blaring light flashed haphazardly, illuminating everything in a warning sign. A loud siren bleeds through the air, invading your hearing which caused you to wince, "What's happening!" you cried out. One of the numerous monitors in the lair lit up with a camera feed displaying the secret entrance, and it looks like you had a few visitors.

"This cannot be good," Splinter sighed, "C'mon, we'll head to the garage! It'll be the easiest way outta here!" April rushed, pressing a bunch of buttons, presumably to slow down the Kraang. Before you left the room you swiped the key, fumbling to put it in April's backpack.

Eventually, though, you made it to the garage, thanking Donnie to high heaven that he made more vehicles than just the Turtle Tank. You saddled with April while Splinter took his own bike, Donnie had designed it specifically to fit his height requirements.

"Aprilllllll Ooooooo'Neil!" the girl in the green jacket yelled out, revving the engine before kicking off of the ground and zooming through the sewer tunnels. You clung on to her sides, your hair whipping against your cheeks as tears flooded your vision. You could faintly hear Splinter behind you as well as the onslaught of laughter and growls.

The bike skidded and swerved, occasionally you met the odd staircase and felt your insides bounce. April's backpack was slightly open and every time you hit a particular bump you could faintly see the key float in the air. Grabbing it with haste, you held it close to your chest, flinching away from whatever the Kraang were throwing at you.

"Faster!" Splinter yelled out, but it was hard to hear over the blood rushing through your ears, "Faster!" he cried again, now by your side. A large tentacle came crashing down against Splinter's bike, luckily he was no ordinary rat and jumped onto yours. The bike bounced backwards, igniting a large explosion, you could feel the faint heat burning your neck.

"Run while you can, insects! You can't escape!" the alien growled, whipping another tentacle against your bike; this time you weren't so lucky. The bike flew from under you, April rolled off to the side, Splinter was flung straight into a wall, and you were left gliding through the air until the rather uncomfortable ground caught you.

You were bound to feel that in the morning, that's if you'd make it to then. Although your gaze was fuzzy, you could see the key only meters away from you. Crawling towards it, you quickly caught sight of the Kraang charging towards the very same object. You moved quicker, gasping as your lungs burned and your ribs screamed. Your hand collapsed around the key, yanking it back towards you before April could pull you up onto your feet.

Your free hand clutched your chest, feeling immense pain and tightness. April grabbed your arm, tugging you as she ran away from the beast. You could hear it laughing as it crept closer and closer, it felt like a losing game of cat and mouse. The Kraang sister jumped at you both, flicking you into the air and landing on the hard train tracks of the abandoned subway. You gasped aloud, something definitely popped.

"Give me the key, human." the alien bellowed out, watching with yellow-tinted eyes as you clutched it closer to your chest. April was cowering beside you, panting. She drew her backpack in front of her, hoping the slight accessory would provide a little bit of protection. She rummaged around, her fingers grasping anything she could find and throwing it at the Kraang; though it did nothing to stop them.

The Kraang slammed itself against you both, one tentacle reaching out for the key while the other moved to crush April. You both screamed, holding the key in a death grip, it felt like this was the end. You'd never get to see Leo again, you'd never get to apologise, never get to tell him you loved him.

All of a sudden, April pulled out a glowing blue substance, throwing it with all her power at the Kraang. The creature immediately backed away, wailing and groaning in pain, it sounded almost human in the way its blood-curdling screams echoed.

"What did you do to me? What did you do to my face?" it shrieked, turning to you both with a fresh new hole where it's eye should have been. You and April released another scream, backing away as quickly as you could. A yellow glow emitted from the Kraangs eye, the sound of a bike getting closer and closer until Splinter pulled up with the same bike as before.

He pulled you up and onto the vehicle, sending you a worried glance at the way you hunched over. April smiled, her eyes full of hope as she pointed at the Kraang, "Ha! I knew that stuff was nasty!"

"Yes, yes, you're a genius! Now let's go!" Splinter hurried out, revving the engine once more and skidding down the tunnel leaving the bad guys in the dust.

Eventually light flooded your vision, you had made it to the surface, finally, you could breathe in fresh air no matter how hard it hurt. April tapped her communicator, calling for Donnie but there was barely an answer, just static.

"Donnie? Donnie, come in! They found us, where should we go? Donnie?" she tried once more. The static warped and morphed until voices came through, "We're trapped!" came his hectic voice. It came in waves, fading in and out, "We are zzt- trapped zzt- in the subway under zzzt- Metro Tower! We-zzt- ing- zzt- low power- nd-zzt- Kraang growth. Zzt- I repeat- zzzt - Apri-"

"APRIL, COME QUICK ZZT- WE'RE BEING ZZZT- SQUISHED!" Mikey's voice yelled out, Splinter put his foot down and the bike practically jumped at the increase.

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jennyandvastraflint · 4 months

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Xena Reactions S2Ep2

A RIVERRRR

"After all, it's a family thing" Gabrielle is her familyyy

GABRIELLE RIDES CLINGING TO XENAAA

the maiden, the mother, and the crone

"Xena, it's not your fault" T_T

She kebab'd that guy

I know you, you're Xena yes we all know Xena my guy

UHOH. Does she know him? Yeah it is harder when you look at their dead faces, not hidden behind masks

THE THREE FACES OF FATE

"Spill but a drop of blood and it all changes back"

"As a warrior, you can't."

Oh shit. EVERYTHING changed back, from the beginning. From back before she lost him. But she lost Gabrielle now...

She looks so DOMESTIC

Awww, she appyyy

Uuuuhhh.... NOPE DID NOT WANT TO SEE THAT

Ooooh, this is a Name of the Doctor situation where every one of Xena's victories never happened. So instead, a ton of people she would've helped are suffering...

Who...? I don't know this guy

OH HER MUM IS DEAD :c

"I never meant for this to happen. I just wanted that boy's life back."

"The hardest part is losing you and Gabrielle." AAAAAA I AM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

The world is very much nOT a better place without Xena to protect it

Ooooh, they realise something's going on...

Oh no, soldiers being shitteyy

"Good thinking" she's trying to do it peacefully.

GABRIELLE

Xena is SHOOKETH

She seems very uncomfortable...

"Gabri-" AAAAA

"You've gotta go along to get along. That's how the world works."

Argh, this hurts...

AHAHAHA SHE MADE THE DOG LICK THE BREAD

She getting information about when they leave

NOOO THE AMAZONS DEAD OR ENSLAVED...

"It's not your fault the world's the way it is" hhhhhhmmmm...

She hid in hayyy

Sdjdhd a bag of wine

She'll try to get Gabrielle out isn't she

"Yeah I remember. You tried to buy me." OUCH

NOOOOO

I'm trying so hard not to make a comparison to Planetoid 50 audio... Because it's killing Xena that Gabrielle isn't like she knows her

Oh she's fighting without blood...

SHE GOT GABRIELLE OUTTTT <3

"You're right though, there's a reason I'm doing this. You remind me of my friend." AAAA

"The purest, the kindest person I've ever known."

*cough* "Break this enchantment, my love, and remember." *cough*

GABRIELLE MY BABYGIRL I LOVE U SO MUCH 😭😭😭

FUCK THIS GUY. EW. DISGUSTING. I HATE THIS SHITHEAD.

Now they're all locked up :(((

Xena don't you see you're losing everything

"I'd rather die fighting these bastards than live with myself if I don't" ough...

GABRIELLE IS CRYING NOOOO 😭

"If it wasn't for you I'd have never been free again"

"You gave me hope" GABRIELLE SHE LOVES YOU AND YOU LOVE HER

Did whatshisface sneak in to free them. Yes.

YAYYY FREE GABRIELLE and the brother

Maybe these two bois should kiss

Oop the brother runs to be a hero... He's gonna die either way.

I'm guessing her brother will be mortally injured, she draws a small cut later, and everything reverts.

"Where are your table manners" KICK

If she made someone's nose bleed

HOLY SHIT GABRIELLE STABBED HIM

SHE'S BACKKKK, And she saved the boy

It's her brother's token

AAWWWW SHE HOLDS HERRRRRR 🥺

They're so cute 💕��

#v watches xena #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle

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choose-your-own-dentistry · 10 months

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I remember watching a video about wonderbread fetish guy that did a deep dive into him and why he asked for so many of those odd commissions. And it's a lot but basically amounted to a white supremacy fetish and Nazi shit. So not exactly something that was just weird and harmless.

The wonderbread style commissions weren't the only thing and I do get the feeling they were a nasty metaphor for rich white women "stuffing" themselves with "white bread" but he did a lot of these "white women destroying environment" type shit too and apparently was super ultra mega far right republican with some shady actions and history.

I'm not saying this to be rude or condoning the people who condemn the fetish from a surface level without really knowing the full story, but I am saying it helps to be informed. He's apparently been banned multiple times from 4chan which that's gotta be some kind of sick level of achievement, even if it is for nonstop bothering people with his fetish.

Personally, I think it would be fine if he really just happened to love blonde white bimbos and wonderbread that much. I take issue with how deep the rabbit hole and other shit goes and I do think artists especially not only should be aware, but obviously have a right to decline business and association with him.

i feel like the real problem here is the nazi shit. but every time i saw someone mention him, it was because of his weird fetish, not because of his political views or shady actions. in the eyes of the average person he is a cringe sexual deviant first and foremost. i wonder why that is.

of course artists have the right to not work with him, but you know what would really help them make that decision? focusing on the nazi shit

#sorry if i sound grumpy‚ i just woke up lol #cyod.txt

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starlit-hopes-and-dreams · 10 months

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Chapter 18 ~ The sweet torture of dreams

Hidden Depths

Previous ~ Masterlist ~ Next

Also on ao3

Genre: Fantasy whump

CW: ... *whispers angst* ... okay but its cute to start XD then uh, some nightmares of slicy stabby times, pretty short ones tbh, but uh, blood, blink and you'll miss it forced to watch, and a little knife to throat action

WC: 1965

In which things are going well for once! Except for... sleeping. Who needs that, though?

AN: This is the part where I confess my complete lack of knowledge in regards to lip reading aside from a very quick research session which mostly consisted of me talking to myself in the mirror 😅 So uh, keep that in mind and we'll all be good lol

With this chapter, we are up to date with where I am in my writing. While I did complete the bitch chapter (the one after this), I'm not happy with it yet, so I'm going to take a couple weeks to make sure that I am happy with it, because it's kinda pivotal to get these guys to where I want them to be. So, thank you in advance for your patience! <3

Resh

Like this? Resh asked, moving his hand through a series of motions that evidently meant something like ‘the way is clear’. Not exactly sure why he’d need to know that, but…

Orla peered at him intently from across the table. “Two words?” she asked, a little uncertainly. “I think the first started with an ‘L’?”.

Seated beside Orla, Carr repeated the sign for Resh, showing him which part he’d messed up while she finished chewing the chunk of bread she’d just ripped off.

“Say it again, Resh, slower,” Carr said after she’d washed the mouthful down, grimacing at the taste of the ale.

They were several days out from the capital now, and the towns and villages had grown few and far between. Their necessarily slow progress, due to the multiple stops they now took to preserve Carr’s sanity, meant sometimes they stayed in less than ideal accommodations, but Resh didn’t mind.

Carr narrated the movements of his lips, coaching Orla on the sounds the letters made. “You got the la sound. Mostly, you aren’t gonna get the middle sounds, you gotta watch for the ones that make visible movements… Just the first word, now…”

Resh obeyed, feeling a little silly.

“See there, how his mouth made a kinda, uh, clacking motion? That’s a ka sound. So only two um, what did you call them?”

“Consonants,” Orla chimed in. “So, a two-syllable word? Probably?”

Carr gave his sister the side-eye at her use of the word syllable, and Resh suppressed a smile, not wanting Carr to think he was laughing at her.

“Sure.” Carr drew out the word, eliciting a giggle from Orla. “So you have a word with two whatevers, begins with la and has a ka in the middle or at the end. Can you think of any words like that?”

Orla hummed, stirring the thin, slightly oily soup in front of her. “Look, lick, like, lack, leak, luck, lurk–”

“Alright, alright, you know a lot, apparently.” Carr lifted her bowl, draining the rest of the broth, then wiped her mouth on her sleeve.

“Now you gotta use some context, and like, get rid of some of those. Look has stuff in the middle that don’t fit the shapes Resh made with his mouth. And why would he be talkin ‘bout leeks? Nasty vegetable, if you ask me.” She wrinkled her nose, leveling a glare at the offending bowl.

“Not that kind of leak!” Orla protested, and Resh started shaking with silent laughter.

Carr passed a hand over her eyes. “Wouldn’t be talkin ‘bout that, either, fuckin shit, kid.” She had Resh repeat the words and the sign, which he did after looking longingly at his food. “He wants to know if he’s doing it right, which…”

Resh made a small correction, smiling when Carr grinned at him.

“Now he is. So–”

“Like!” Orla shouted, causing the people further down the bench to swivel their heads in their direction. She hunched her shoulders. “Sorry.”

“Yeah,” Carr said, ruffling her short curls.

Now that they were out of the capital, Orla seemed less self-conscious about the length of her hair, although that was likely inspired by Carr’s strangely appealing, self-cut hair. Resh wasn’t sure how the short, ragged lengths of red-gold resembled anything but a hack job done without using a mirror or giving a shit how it turned out (which was exactly the case), but somehow it worked for her.

They switched teaching roles now, Orla using his notebook to show her the letters that made the sounds Carr referred to, then the word like. Resh took the opportunity to eat, softening his bread in the lukewarm soup before taking a bite.

Thankfully, no one in this town–if you could even call this place a town–had been a dick, so with any luck, Carr wouldn’t feel the need to kill anyone here. Not that he could blame her for the last incident, although before he’d learned about the serving girl, he’d been… unhappy that she’d gotten her hands dirty because he’d frozen.

Unhappy. He almost snorted at the thought. Embarrassed, more like. But it helped his pride a bit that he could still haggle with the merchants and innkeepers. Most of the population was at least semi-literate, but on the occasions they weren’t, he had Orla translate for him, using gestures and expressions to express his intentions.

All in all, aside from the difficulties at the start, this trip was going pretty well.

Carr was acting more comfortable around him after their talk. She got along well with Orla. Resh dared to hope they might all be able to make a life together once they found a place to settle.

A yawn cracked his jaw, and he reached to cover his mouth with his gloved hand. Managing to sleep more than an hour or two a night was… a problem, ensuring that he was perpetually tired these days. Carr shot him a knowing look before returning her attention to the notebook, her gaze flickering over the glove he’d put back on before they entered the inn.

Resh scrunched his nose. He was working on the whole covering-up thing. It just didn’t seem worth it to invite questions in a place they wouldn’t be staying at for more than a night.

~~~

The breeze the small window admitted to their room was barely enough to stir the stuffy, too-warm air inside. Cloud cover blocked the light of the stars and most of the moon’s silver glow.

Resh stared into the darkness, hugging the thin blanket from his pallet on the floor to his chest.

One of the girls mumbled in their sleep before settling back into the soft rhythms of sleep.

He was so tired. But they were sharing a room. If he had a nightmare, he might wake someone; Carr most likely, as she was a light sleeper. Resh didn’t especially want her to see him like that again.

Running travel scenarios and possible destinations through his mind didn’t much help distract from the occasional creak in the hall that made his heart jump or keep the shifting shadows from looking like ominous versions of… he yawned, his eyes drifting closed against his will.

A knee dug sharply into his stomach, driving all the air from his lungs while abusing bruised muscle and mutilated skin. His fingers clenched around the chains stretching his arms out while Marcus took his sweet time carving another searing line into his flesh. It hurt, but it was still better than other options. Resh clenched his jaw, trying not to give the bastard the satisfaction of hearing his pain. The prince moved, which at least allowed Resh to breathe again. But the dagger moved too, dragging across his chest, his abdomen, crossing some of Marcus’ previous handiwork, leaving trails of blood and burning lines of pain that burst into bright sparks, shooting throughout his body. He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut against the tears as Marcus’ fingers replaced the bite of the blade, digging cruelly into lacerated flesh, trailing in such a familiar manner over Resh’s body that he wanted to claw what was left of his own skin off.

Resh’s eyes snapped back open, and he drew in a sharp breath, curling his legs up to his chest. Not there not there not there.

He wanted to get up, wanted to leave the room, go for a walk, do anything but lie there, but his body felt frozen. If he moved, that shadow over there would see him, would stop him, would… no, no it wouldn’t. That shadow was just a shadow. It couldn’t hurt him. He took another shuddering breath.

Happy memories, maybe? If he thought about his childhood, maybe his dreams would reflect those memories instead. Resh pictured his father returning from a trade route, going over the ledgers with him while baby Orla crawled around, his mother cooking something that smelled fantastic in the other room.

His heart stopped thumping so hard at least, no longer trying to leap from his chest. His eyes drifted closed again while he built a block tower for toddler Orla, listening to her tinkling laugh when he pretended to be a monster, knocking the blocks down with a clatter…

Marcus’ laughter was one of pure joy, layering over the small, whimpering cries of the person struggling beneath his blade. Resh tried to move, to stop him, only to find his arms chained to the wall, stretching his shoulders painfully as the links clattered, taunting him. The prince finished slicing off the person’s clothes, leaving angry lines of red splitting pale flesh. A step to the side allowed Resh to see who was with him, and he lunged against the chains, over and over, when Carr’s tear-filled eyes met his own. He cried out with her when Marcus set the tip of his blade against her side, slowly pushing it in–

Resh bolted upright, a scream lodged in his useless throat, his heart thrumming desperately as his eyes tried to penetrate the darkness. Where was she, where was he, where…

A sharp intake of air cut through the oppressive silence, releasing on a soft, strangled sob, and he jerked his head to the side, barely making out a bed against the wall.

Carr.

Barely able to breathe through the tightness squeezing his chest, he scrambled for the bed, his hands encountering a soft, warm body shifting restlessly under the sheets.

A soft, warm body that yelped, moving with blinding speed to pin him to the floor, the sharp edge of a blade nicking his throat.

“Gimme one good reason I shouldn’t slit your fuckin throat,” Carr hissed.

Resh didn’t dare move, and couldn’t give a reason, not out loud, anyway. His breaths sawed in and out, too loud in the quiet room.

“Oh gods,” Carr gasped, finally recognizing him and withdrawing her dagger. “What the fuck, Resh? Coulda killed you.”

She didn’t seem to notice the tear tracks glistening on her cheeks. Looked like he wasn’t the only one with nightmares, then. But where the fuck had that dagger come from?

He sat up slowly, raising his hands palm up in front of his chest in a gesture he hoped she interpreted as an apology. The bagginess of her sleep clothes formed an odd silhouette, but as far as he could tell, they were free of blood. His breathing settled a bit, and he pressed his hand to the stinging cut under his jaw.

“Too dark t’ fuckin talk to you,” Carr muttered, sounding irritated. “You have a nightmare?”

At his nod, she raised a hand to her cheek, found the wetness lingering there. “Fuck,” she said, scrubbing her face. “You okay?”

Resh couldn’t care less about himself right now. He pointed to her, tilting his head.

“‘M fine,” she said, too quickly.

Of course she was. He was starting to think she was just as fine as he was.

Which was not fine at all, was it.

“You wanna go back t’ sleep?” she asked.

Fuck no. He shook his head, leaning against the wall under the window with a sigh. Carr moved to join him, her shoulder lightly brushing against his. He waited for her to pull away, but she didn’t.

If anything, she moved closer, her warmth searing through the thin cloth of his nightshirt.

“Your sister sleeps like a rock, huh,” she said, wrapping her arms around her knees.

Resh snorted, the release of air loud enough to acknowledge her words. Orla could sleep through anything. A good thing, considering the current situation, he supposed. The band around his chest slowly loosened as they sat there, Carr’s presence at his side a continuous reassurance.

It wasn’t the first time he’d dreamed she had been caught too.

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hi eevee!! the recent news on ytr Shins execution has me Devastated. (esp bc Kannas death is my favorite and im very normal about greenblings LMAOO) but that got me thinking about the other executions in ytr! if you'd like to, what are some of the other executions/deaths?? don't gotta reveal all of em yet, just wanted to ask haha :) take care!

HI BREAD i am so sorry about the shin execution thing. i saw the opportunity to do the funniest (most agonizing) thing ever and i had to.

the thing that really gets me about it is like. in ytr shin never gets his collar off at that last moment, he has no chance of really escaping, but he’s still trying to run WHILE HIS BODY IS BEING ROOTED TO THE GROUND and he still manages to even set up the sara ai. he still doesnt accept his fate right up until the very end. And That Makes Me So Sad

buuuuut you probably wanna hear about some of the other devastating deaths! which i am also happy to provide deets on ^^

(WARNING: LONG LONG POST BELOW i am so sorry)

ok im gonna be honest i havent focused super hard on the deaths themselves because it’s always more interesting to me to focus on the aftermath i think…but there are some ive thought about more than others so i’ll go over those!

• nao

this one is Hectic. I wanted it to be kind of a mix of mishima’s death and nao’s canon death, so her collar device is sort of like…magnetic? basically, it pulls her to the wall and starts crushing her neck. i feel like this adds a greater sense of panic to the scene, because unlike mishima’s collar which they can’t touch when it burns, in ytr both kugie and mishima are trying to help nao :,) (spoiler alert they cannot)

• sara

oh this one makes me So sad….it’s fundamentally the same premise as joe’s execution with the wrigglers, but the difference is that ryoko is actually fast enough with the clicker to get them off (it’s always so funny to me that one of the canon things we know about ryoko is she’s good at arcade games. so i imagine she has fast fingers 💀). but at that point it’s already too late because sara has lost too much blood, so she just ends up bleeding out in ryoko’s arms instead. fun fact: because of that, ryoko’s hallucination of sara always comes out of the ground in a pool of blood :,)

• sei

ok i haven’t SUPER worked out the specifics of this one but i do know the general vibes for it so i’m putting it anyways. basically, when sei gets voted for, much like what happened in the assassin game in canon they ask kai to kill them. because they don’t want to be alone as they die and also it’d be a big middle finger to asunaro. kai has the kitchen knife. he could do it. but he literally just can’t bring himself to. if it was himself he could do it, but he can’t bring himself to hurt sei. so instead he just has to watch them die without doing a thing and it ends up haunting him. (i have this vivid image of kai literally having to be dragged away from sei’s corpse :((((((((( )

• sou

ok here’s the big one. sou is my fave bleeby blorbo so you KNOW i’ve put a shit-ton of thought into this one. the funniest thing about this to me is that. sou put his collar on himself at the beginning of the death game. and so when hayasaka is like “sorry :( we’ll have to execute you” sou is like “nuh uh” and literally just takes it back off. THERE IS JUST THIS MOMENT OF. AWKWARD SILENCE ACROSS THE ENTIRE ROOM. hayasaka is like “holy shit what do i do now” but he doesn’t have to do any work because sou ends up dooming himself 👍

he figures. okay well i have to do something quick or people from the upper floors are actually gonna come start trying to kill me. unlike shin, he doesn’t really have any intention of ‘escaping,’ at least not in a direct manner, but what he does try to do is get to the fifth floor where his lab is to see if he can deactivate the collars. because essentially, that’ll take the target off his back at least temporarily— what’s one guy running around without a collar to SEVEN people running around without a collar? asunaro cant execute everyone if they want the death game to continue, right? he knows the facility, so he’s actually able to dodge/avoid the ‘weapons’ really well. atp the other participants are running after him watching him bolt across the third floor and straight up rooting for him. he gets really close to the winner’s stairs (and if he can get there, he’s home free because they connect to all the other floors) and because of that he gets a little tooooooo cocky.

if he can actually accomplish what he’s trying to do, asunaro could literally fall apart from the inside out. if they don’t have control over the participants w/ the collars, the main cast could quite literally stage a mini uprising. sou could finally have the chance to be free from asunaro, to be free from his mother, to live his life how *he* wants to— he’s so close.

so anyways, sou looks back at shin. because of course he does.

and what is he rewarded with? impalement! ^_^ no seriously, at the last moment he steps on a trap that impales him. YES i wanted to harken back to the fake death alice caused in actual yttd. so yeah he uh. does not make it out of that one alive. sorry sou!

(i could talk about how this firmly cements in shin that his mindset of the strong persevering over the weak is correct, because he was the one to pass the role of ‘shin tsukimi’ over to sou, to pass the role of being ‘weak’ to him, and in sou’s last moments that weakness (in this case, caring too deeply for shin) ends up being his undoing. but we’ll save that for another day!)

• mishima

so mishima’s is actually relatively the same as q-taro’s canon death, because tbh i couldn’t figure out a way to make it any different without completely screwing up the banquet. sorry mimimishima :((

the thing that really gets me about this one is the REVEAL though. atp kugie and mishima have built up a strong relationship throughout the death game, and so the fact that mishima’s sacrifice essentially ends up saving kugie’s life is weirdly poetic to me. it is NOT poetic to kugie though. she is so upset that people keep sacrificing themselves for her sake (since yknow. she experienced this first with kanna) when she’s been trying to protect others this whole time. it’s just. agh. really sad.

i haven’t really thought as much about maple’s hinako’s and ranmaru’s sorry,,,, again i thought more of the surrounding circumstances for those ones (other people’s reactions to their deaths so. yknow yknow) but i’ll try to think more on em in the meantime!

I am SO sorry for this post it was SUPER long and SUPER sad. like *I* am sad now and I’m the one who decided what happens. Sorry bread 😭

#princesseevee answers #yttd #your turn ryoko #bread i’m SO SO sorry this is so much angst #you did ask for this though. and thou shalt receive

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…how do they spend the day with kitty? Please? With cherries on top?

Midge can hear Lenny's angry scolding from the other room, and so wanders further away into the kitchen.

"You must be hungry," she tells Kitty, setting the little girl down in a chair and pulling open the refrigerator.

"I'm a little hungry," Kitty tells her sheepishly. "The train was long and I only had a little money for snacks."

"Well, how about some french toast?" Midge asks. "Your dad has bread, milk, butter and eggs, and I bet if I look hard enough there's a frying pan around here somewhere."

Kitty hops up, helping her look, and soon, Midge is teaching the little girl how to soak the bread in the milk/egg mix, and they sizzle them in the butter on the stove.

"Are you Daddy's girlfriend?" Kitty asks, looking up at Midge curiously. "He never lets me meet his girlfriends."

"Well...we're...friends," Midge says carefully.

"Oh," Kitty says.

"What smells good?" Lenny asks, leaning into the room.

"Daddy, Midge taught me french toast!" Kitty announces, dashing over to him, hugging his leg.

He grins and strokes her hair. "That's great, Kit. We'll get you fed, and then you can get some sleep."

"But-"

"Did you sleep on the train?" he asks.

She shrugs. "I don't know."

He nods. "Okay. A little nap. That's all."

"Can Midge stay?" Kitty asks. "Please please?"

Midge grins and pulls the last piece of French toast from the frying pan. "I need to go home for a little while, but then maybe you and your daddy can come over tonight for Hanukkah dinner."

"Shit, that's right, it's still Hanukkah," Lenny mutters as he watches Midge cut up a piece of French toast and set it in front of Kitty with a fork. "Midge, can I...?" he gestures towards the hall.

She tilts her head, but follows him, crossing her arms over her chest. "What's up?"

"My ex is an asshole," Lenny explains. "Put the kid on a train at two in the fucking morning - alone, I might add - and sent her here because she wanted to party."

"Ouch," Midge comments.

"And I'm not unhappy to see her," Lenny goes on. "I love her to death, but I am not prepared for a five-year-old."

"How can I help?" Midge asks with a shrug.

"It's a big ask, feel free to say no."

She lifts an eyebrow.

"I just need a little time," he presses on. "Get some of her favorite foods in the house, grab a couple of Hanukkah gifts...I sent hers to California so she'd get them at my mother's when she got back, and they'd never make it here in time and my mother would tell me to fuck myself if I asked her to mail them back anyways, and-"

Midge grins. "Joel has Ethan and Esther. I don't have much to do today, other than a meeting with Susie. I can watch her while you panic shop."

He sighs and rubs his face. "I know this is a lot. I know we just...sort of got back on track from Carnegie Hall and-"

"Lenny, it's really okay," she tells him, resting her hands on his shoulders. "I can handle one five-year-old for a day, and then you guys can come over for Hanukkah dinner with my family tonight."

He takes a breath and nods. "You're sure that's okay?"

"I'm hosting tonight," Midge informs him. "We don't even have to go to Queens."

"Ugh. Queens."

She laughs and leans up, kissing him softly.

"You are a lifesaver," he mutters against her lips.

"Yes, I am," Midge confirms. "But also, your daughter asked me if I was your girlfriend, so you better brace yourself for a five-year-old who is very invested in your love life."

He leans his head back, thumping it against the wall. "Well. We've now gone to bed together twice. And I've met your parents-"

"When?" Midge asks, confused.

"And you've met my kid," he goes on without responding. "So. We may as well just tell everyone we're dating."

"Are we?" Midge asks, lifting an eyebrow.

"I'm in if you are," Lenny smirks down at her.

She laughs softly and tugs him into another kiss.

"Daddy?" Kitty asks from the kitchen. "Can I...is there juice?"

He sighs softly. "Sorry, Kit. no juice yet, I gotta make a grocery run." he pulls away from Midge and heads back into the kitchen. "But we got milk, and since it's the holidays, I can put a little chocolate syrup in it."

"Woo!"

Midge smiles and watches from the doorway, before following him in and rummaging around to get the coffee started.

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realityescapee01 · 1 year

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Werewolf Bride (part 5)

part 1 2 3 4

Stiles admits he is clumsy. He trips over nothing and slips over nothing. He was trying to rectify that by training to be more fit, running through the woods and then again stumbles and trips...

...trips his way into another world.

A werewolf world and more.

Stiles woke up in Theo's bed. He didn't quite remember how he got there after his "bath" with Theo.

He stood and saw himself in the mirror. He has hickeys on his neck, chest and inner thighs. Some prick marks from Theo's claws and some shallow bite marks. All over.

Then the door opened and in came Theo. Fetching him for dinner.

"D-Dinner?!?" Stiles opened the curtains to see that it is, indeed, way past afternoon. He slept pretty long.

Theo crossed his arms and smirked. "Sorry, I did hold back, believe me." Theo said with a naughty smile.

Stiles blushed hard and cleared his throat. Asked what's for dinner just to drop the topic. Theo walked to the kitchen, Stiles following him.

Stiles looked at the food. There is a chicken dish, bread, accompanied by some stir fried vegetables, and then some sliced fruits. And what seems like a fruit shake drink as well.

"Okay, these are a lot of food." Stiles began eating the chicken dish.

"Gotta build stamina, Stiles. You'll need it." Theo said, teasingly.

Stiles choked a bit. Understanding what Theo was hinting at.

Theo laughed before eating his own food. After dinner, they stayed home and watched TV. Sports. Seems like football but quite a little different. Stiles doesn't watch football so he doesn't really know if it's the exact same as back in his world.

He decided to watch Theo instead. Theo is a pretty simple guy. Loves sports. Loves working out. And Stiles got dragged into working out a few times too.

Stiles spent more days with Theo. Noticing little details. Theo spends quite a long while bathing and grooming. He likes to be clean, look clean, always stylish and smell good.

Speaking of smell, Stiles wears Theo's clothes that Theo lends to him. And Theo likes smelling him in his clothes. Making Stiles very conscious of how he smells all the time. Being shy and moving away from Theo and then Theo chasing him, holding him in place, which usually always ends up in them having sex. Lots of it. On the bed. Couch. Bathroom. Kitchen counter. Kitchen table. And Stiles waking up late the next day, with marks from last night's tryst.

Stiles getting used to it and is actually looking for it when they do the deed.

The sting of Theo's claws and fangs on his skin. He looks forward to it now.

Theo also brings him along everywhere he goes. Basically an everyday date.

Stiles knows he should be looking for ways to get back to his own world. But being with Theo makes him feel at home. Right at home with Theo.

One day. Theo brought Stiles with him to their pack meeting.

"They are at the borders." -their alpha said. "But don't fret, we have installed surveillance 24/7."

"Good to know. But just in case, we should be ready." Theo suggested to keep up the regular battle training.

Discussing and assigning personnels in charge for those.

"So, am I supposed to be worried about that issue?" -Stiles asked.

Theo looked over at Stiles and gave a very confident smile. "Baby, I'm here. I will protect you."

"Ugh!" Stiles grimaced at the pet name. He told Theo he doesn't like that but Theo kept calling him that, mostly to tease him.

Theo uses it at the right times, and says it so endearingly that Stiles somehow began liking it. And he began using the word to Theo too.

Though sometimes, Stiles uses it to get away with something.

"Ugh, Theo, baby. I wanna sleep in." Stiles tossed in bed.

"As much as I love you calling me baby, that's not gonna work. Get up!" Theo pulled the blanket off Stiles.

"Why do I need to train too?!?"

Theo had began training the new werewolves and dragged Stiles into it. Teaching him basic combat.

Making Stiles tired and body ache. "You said you'd protect me." Stiles tried again.

"I will. But it won't hurt to learn basic self defense, Stiles, babe." Theo emphasized.

"It hurts! My arms hurt."

"Come on." Theo approached closer and began lifting Stiles from the bed, bride style.

"Hey!"

-+-+-+-

Stiles now sat there watching Theo train the young werewolves. Theo looked so hot doing so.

And then he got called over. Time for his training.

At the beginning, it was normal training. But it got touchier and touchier. And Theo touches him in a lot of inappropriate places.

Places that are tented right now.

"Fuck! Theo, stop!" Stiles blushed, pulling the hem of his shirt down in attempts to cover his crotch.

Theo just continued. "Stop? I'm the enemy and I'm attacking you. I'm not gonna stop just because you said so."

Theo moved to Stiles back. "What are you gonna do if I get you from behind?"

Theo held Stiles in place, wrapped his arms around Stiles from behind, then attempted to lift him, in the act of throwing him to the ground.

Stiles struggled. He knows what to do Theo thought him before. He huffed and tried bend over, to reach the ground again and try to lower his center of gravity.

But by doing so, his butt rubbed against Theo's crotch.

And then Theo moaned. Moaned right into his ear.

"Theo... fuck." Stiles felt himself go weak in the knees.

Making Theo able to tackle him to the ground. Making the training over. Being tackled to ground means defeat.

Theo looked at Stiles laying on the ground. Looking sweaty and blushing and having tented jeans...

"Okay, everyone. Training's over. We're heading out." Theo pulled Stiles up to his feet and led him to his truck.

Stiles knows what's coming.

-+-+-+-

Stiles let out another whimper as Theo grinded against him. Hips firmly pressed against his. Moving in waves, making their hard ons rub against each other through their boxers.

Stiles moaned as he felt himself make another wet spot in his.

Theo had parked in the secluded area of the preserve. Moved them both to the backseats and started.

Kissing and palming him. Making him hornier every second that passed.

Stiles reached over to get Theo's shirt off. And Theo let him. Taking Stiles pants off as trade.

Stiles shuddered as his cock was freed. Theo unzipped his pants and let his out too. Rubbing it against Stiles'.

They stayed on it for a good while, letting their hard cocks touch each other. Hit each other. Slap each other. Making each ooze out precum more and more.

"Theo... mmfuck!" Stiles grabbed both of their cocks together and stroked. Fast and firm.

Theo moaned and whimpered with Stiles' strokes, making Stiles feel even good with all the sounds his making.

Stiles was tipped over the edge with those, stroking firmer, he cummed.

All over himself and Theo's cock.

Theo let Stiles ride out his orgasm before starting again. He looked at his cock, slicked with Stiles' cum, smiled and dragged his cock down to Stiles' rim.

Stiles lifted his legs up, Theo holding them in place as he plunged deep into Stiles. Stiles moaned Theo's name as he gripped the backseat. Theo leaned down to nip on his neck a little before grabbing Stiles' hips, claws dug a bit, and began moving.

In and out.

In and out, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Stiles' toes began to curl and he felt himself tighten up.

"Holy sh-Stiles!" Theo let Stiles squeeze his orgasm out of him. Thrusting his hips closer to Stiles, to get deeper inside.

Stiles vision blotted white as he came again, taking Theo with him. He felt Theo shudder, saw his abs clench, and heard him let out a long moan. Theo leaned down on him.

Stiles hugged him. Theo kept making shallow thrusts as he came inside Stiles. Biting on Stiles' shoulder.

Stiles hugged Theo through it.

"Stiles, baby... I love you."

"Theo..." Stiles knew, it's gonna be harder and harder to leave this place. "I love you too, Theo."

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Stiles spent his days contemplating. It's not that he has a bad life back in his world. But Theo is in this world. If he goes back, he'll get his life back with his friends, his dad, and would probably be in the FBI as he always wanted. But that would mean leaving Theo behind.

Stiles even had the crazy idea to bring Theo back with him to his world.

Heck, he still isn't sure if this is really happening or if he's just having a really long dream.

"What's the matter?" Theo asked. Stiles had been staring out lately.

"Nothing." Stiles dismissed.

They were lounging at the porch late afternoon when a loud bang was heard from the borders.

Theo immediately stood and looked out. "Stiles, get inside."

"What was that?" Stiles was on his feet too.

"Get insi-" Theo wasn't able to finish his sentence when he saw Stiles got hauled up on someone's shoulder and then dashed away. "Stiles!!!"

Theo growled, shifted and chased after whatever nabbed Stiles.

-+-+-+-

Stiles was taken to the border on the other side of the lake.

"Okay, Theo will not like this. You better put me down." Stiles warned the werecreature that kidnapped him.

The werejaguar looked at someone in the dark, and seemingly got an approval, it put Stiles down.

Stiles looked around and saw there is only him, the werejaguar and the one in the dark. "Show yourself!" Stiles demanded.

He was ignored as the werejaguar walked into the darkness with the other one. Stiles overheard them talking about getting ready and that he will definitely be here any minute now.

Stiles swore he heard that voice somewhere before.

As the werejaguar reemerged from darkness, Theo growled from afar and in a few seconds, he was right in front of Stiles and the others.

"Stiles!"

"Theo!" Stiles ran towards Theo.

Theo immediately hid Stiles behind him and snarled at the werejaguar, ready to attack, with fatality.

"Hold it. Don't be too rash." the one in the dark said.

"...Wait, who are you? You sound like-" Theo tried to identify.

"Your dad."

Peter emerged from shadows.

"What the-" Stiles was shocked.

"Theo." Peter smiled at Theo.

"...What is this?!?"

-+-+ ( to be continued ) +-+-

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