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munson-blurbs · 2 months

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How do you think Eddie would react to a fwb reader who uses sex as a distraction from their feelings?? Like, they’ve been having a bad week an their mental state isn’t great but heyyy there’s sex. Reader doesn’t really care about the pleasure part of sex just the distraction. Worried Eddie would feel a little used ngl :P

((Dancy dances away nervously))

I know you started this with "do you think" but my brain said WRITE A BLURB so here we are. Also shoutout @corroded-hellfire for helping me make it cute without being cliche.

Warnings: mentions of smut (18+ only, minors DNI), friends with benefits, angst/yearning, idiots in love, made it fluffy because I'm a sap

WC: 747

You hadn’t thought anything of it the night he’d called you “baby.” He was deep within you, melding his body with yours. Lost in the moment.

Or the night he’d mumbled, “your pussy was made for me” while slamming into you from behind. It was just dirty talk; nothing more and nothing less.

Maybe you should have been tipped off when he’d growled, “mine,” his voice barely above a whisper as he pressed soft kisses below your earlobe. You’d figured the word, like the sex, was meaningless.

But tonight’s comment stops you in your tracks. Your legs are wobbling beneath you, exhausted from riding him, as you step back into your pants.

“Do you wanna, like, cuddle for a sec?”

A giggle escapes from your lips, swollen and kiss-bitten. He’s joking; he has to be. The two of you have a perfectly choreographed routine: you have a bad day, you call Eddie, you fuck, and then you leave. And his latest suggestion would definitely interfere with step four.

When your eyes meet his, you realize that he’s serious. Hurt and confusion at your laughter crease his brows, and he tugs the sheet up a bit higher.

“Sorry, I, um…” He shakes his head and rubs his face. “Never mind. You probably have to go anyway.”

You’re in no hurry to return home, fresh off of yet another argument with your roommate. That’s why you’d come over to Eddie’s trailer in the first place. And it isn’t as though you’d never thought about being in his strong, tattooed arms. The way he’d hold you flush against him, your cheek on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat in your ear. It’s something you’d once wanted—craved, even—but you couldn’t let vulnerability infiltrate you like that again.

You spent high school watching him pine over the cheerleaders. He unwittingly broke your heart over and over with each woman he hooked up with at the Hideout, overlooking you despite your presence at every show. Being friends with benefits is risky enough, and post-sex snuggling will send you teetering over the edge back into the rocky terrain of unrequited love.

And so you lean into humor as you shrug on your shirt. “I don’t think this friends-with-benefits arrangement includes cuddling.” Keeping your tone light and even, restraining every desire to crawl into bed with him.

“Right, yeah.” He sighs and offers a sad half-smile. “It’s just…I was thinking—”

“That’s dangerous.”

He flips you off and continues. “I was thinking that maybe we could be more than that. Y’know, maybe we could have sex when you’re happy, too.”

“I am happy when we have sex,” you counter.

Eddie shakes his head again. “I’m talking about before we do it.” He gnaws on his thumbnail. “It feels like you only want me when you have a bad day. A-And I’m glad I can be here for you and stuff, but sometimes I wonder if I’m a friend or just a good lay.”

You try to look at him when you speak, but he keeps his gaze trained on the ground. “Eddie,” you start, taking a seat next to him. His chest is slick with sweat, the soft hairs matted down. “Eddie, I had the biggest, dumbest crush on you when we were younger. And knowing I couldn’t have you tore me apart.” You let your hand rest on his. “I can’t risk having you and then losing you.”

“Losing me?” Eddie laughs softly and his free palm comes up to cup your cheek. “Look at me. Where am I going?”

“You could find someone new, someone better, someone who—”

He cuts you off with a searing kiss, remnants of your arousal still tinging his lips and tongue. “There’s no one better,” he murmurs. “You see me answering the door at two in the morning for anyone else? Think I’d miss out on precious sleep for them?”

One arm hooks around you back and pulls you in until you assume the little spoon position. Nimble fingers undo the button of your jeans, slowly and patiently, a stark contrast to the way he’d practically torn the denim removing them earlier.

“‘S that comfier?” He asks through a yawn.

“Mhm.” And it is. It’s the most relaxed you’ve been in a while, at least without him inside you.

His curls tickle the back of your neck as he nuzzles into you. He staves off sleep long enough to speak one last time.

“I’m glad you’re staying, baby.”

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jaemmphilia · 8 months

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★ 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 ★ || kim s.o

★ summary: sunoo is the 3rd youngest of the enhypen kingdom's royal family. his oldest brother is in the process of becoming king, and sunoo notices how stressed out poor heeseung is. the young boy goes out to the town's market where he meets [name], a local farmer. for sunoo, it's love at first sight.

★ pairing: farmer!reader x prince!sunoo

★ warnings and rating(16+): semi-modern royal au, sunoo is the prettiest prince (i'm sorry jake, ily bae), some language, reader is taller than heeseung, and is described to have a muscular build

★ word count:

★ binnie's thoughts: sunoo?? he's not my bias, but hes a cutie. enjoy this sweet royalty au, i am so dedicating this fic to my soulmate @inniesyrup

★ requested?: yes, by @onementally-unstabel-kid

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO WAY represents sunoo or the rest of the enhypen members as people. this fic is simply for entertainment purposes. enjoy!

Being one of the seven princes of the Enhypen Kingdom was tiring, according to Sunoo.

From constantly having to wear clothes that restrict his breathing, to wearing heavy jewelry that hangs on his small frame. It often gets to be too much for him, so he sneaks out at night to visit the town's market to get a feel for what life is like for a commoner.

With his hood draped over his mop of soft, chestnut-colored hair, Sunoo stalks through the crowds of people roaming the town's market.

Sunoo enjoys places like these. Places where everyone knows everyone, places where it feels like a tight-knit family. Now, Sunoo loves his brothers to death, but they also feel like strangers to him. He wishes he could go back to the days when he and his brothers would run through the maze gardens together, giggling as the hot sun warmed their chubby, youthful cheeks.

Now that his two oldest brothers, Heeseung and Jay are in training to take over the throne, things haven't been the same between the seven of them. His brothers are too busy to hang out with him, even if it was only for half an hour. This makes Sunoo feel lonely, the young prince often spends his time alone in the castle's many gardens.

Sunoo is pulled out of his trance when a strong arm pulls him to the side and away from the swarm of people coming toward him. Sunoo panics at first, thinking one of the guards caught him sneaking out of his room. His heartbeat picks up, his breathing coming out in short, sharp huffs.

"Woah there, darlin'! I'm not gonna hurt you!" A warm voice causes Sunoo to stop breathing altogether. The person's voice is gentle, sultry and hearty. Sunoo has never heard such a relaxing sound, he doesn't know how to respond.

"You might wanna close your mouth, you'll start catchin' flies!" The person laughs and Sunoo feels his entire body warm up. The person's voice doesn't sound like the ones he's used to, it sounds more…country.

Sunoo finally looks at the man, his eyes falling on a solid chest. The man is tall. Well, taller than Sunoo. He might even be taller than Heeseung.

Sunoo's eyes travel up, his breath catching in his throat as he observes the man in front of him. The man has a warm aura about him, he reminds Sunoo of the warm September sun before the season turns cold. The man feels cozy, his eyes searching Sunoo's face. Sunoo hopes the young man doesn't recognize him and turns him into the guards that patrol the market.

"Are you lost, darling? I haven't seen a pretty face like yours around here," the man says, the warmth on Sunoo's arm leaving as soon as he could even register it.

"No, I'm not lost," Sunoo says, his voice trailing off as he fails to take his eyes off the handsome stranger in front of him. Sunoo usually has no problems talking to new people, but this young man is different, he can tell. "I'm from… the next town over."

As Sunoo stares at the man, it begins to click in his brain. This is the same man who delivers fresh produce to the castle for him and his family to enjoy. Sunoo can't recall if he has ever had a conversation with the man, and his stomach drops at the thought of the man knowing who he really is.

Sunoo is surprised that he was able to lie so fast, but he's even more surprised that the male doesn't recognize him.

"Oh! Let me be the first to welcome you to the small town of Dark Blood!" the young man beams, his pearly teeth on display for Sunoo, "my name is [Name] and I run that produce stand just over there." [Name] points to a stand with various types of fruits and vegetables.

Sunoo is aware of that. He's very aware that [Name]'s family owns a large farm just a few blocks from the castle. Sunoo flashes [Name] a shy smile and allows the taller man to drag him around the market he's been to a million times now.

Sunoo finds himself sitting on a haybed at the Jung Family Farm. As he takes in his surroundings, he begins to realize that this might be his favorite place outside of the castle.

The moon had begun to set long ago, the sun's bright rays peeking up over the large hills of various fruit trees.

[Name] approaches Sunoo with a drink in each hand. He hands one to Sunoo who takes it with a soft "thank you."

"You know, I know who you are," [Name] says as he plops down beside Sunoo on the haybed. Sunoo chokes on the drink, entirely taken by surprise at [Name]'s sudden confession.

"You do?" Sunoo questions once he regains his breath. Why is he surprised? [Name] has been delivering to the castle since he and Sunoo were both very young.

"Yeah, I didn't say anything because there had to be a reason why you would come all the way to the market by yourself." [Name] explains, and Sunoo pouts, cursing himself for not coming up with a disguise.

"Are you going to tell the guards about this?" Sunoo asks, looking up at the taller male who sports a smirk, the left corner of his full lips twitching upward. Sunoo can't help but think that [Name] is more handsome than he remembers.

"No, why would I? Besides, if I did," [Name] pauses as he takes a sip of his drink, "I doubt they would believe a simple farmer boy such as myself."

Sunoo hums, taking in [Name]'s words. He realizes that [Name] does have a point. "Well, I appreciate you not snitching."

[Name] chuckles, turning his head to look at Sunoo under the early morning rays of the sun. "Well, it did give me a chance to hang out with the prettiest prince I ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on."

Sunoo's dark-colored eyes go wide, his neck and ears turning a light shade of reddish pink. Did [Name] really just say that so casually with the most confident smile on his handsome face?

"You think I'm pretty?" Sunoo questions, a shy smile creeping onto his face.

"'Course I do. I've always thought you were the prettiest." [Name] lightly nudges Sunoo with his muscular shoulder.

Sunoo's body and brain are buzzing, swirling with emotions he's not too familiar with. His heart beats heavily against his rib cage, and the pesky butterflies in his stomach refuse to calm.

"Look at you. You're all flustered and blushy." [Name] chuckles again as he wraps his arm around Sunoo's more petite frame.

"Stop teasing me! I can't help how I look when someone like you compliments me!" Sunoo protests, his elbow nudging [Name]'s side.

"Someone like me? What does that mean?" [Name] barks out another laugh as he falls back onto the hay bed.

Sunoo huffs and finds himself laying back as well. He turns his head, only to see a soft pair of [EC] staring at his face. He gives the male a puzzled look. "Do I have anything on my face?"

"Yeah, it's all over." [Name] brings his hand up, the knuckle of his index finger lightly grazing against Sunoo's soft cheek.

"Are you going to make a joke and say that I have beauty all over my face?" Sunoo asks, his eyebrow cocked up as he purses his lips a little.

[Name] snickers, knowing he's become too predictable. "No, what makes you think that?"

Sunoo rolls his eyes, allowing a smile to make its way onto his face. "Because it sounds like something you would do."

"You are right about that. And I will have you know that you were right. That was exactly what I was going to say."

"You're predictable and cheesy," Sunoo says, turning his body to lie on his side. His nose brushes against [Name]'s, causing the two of them to freeze for a second.

"Sunoo, can I do something bold while I still have the confidence?" [Name] asks, his eyes flickering back and forth from Sunoo's eyes to his lips.

Sunoo knows where this is going to go, and he doesn't plan on stopping it, so he just nods at [Name].

[Name] cups Sunoo's cheek, leaning in close to the male as his eyes close. Sunoo allows his eyes to close as he feels a pair of soft lips press against his own. It's feather-light and Sunoo barely feels it at first, but he leans his head forward to press into the kiss.

The two of them kiss for a bit as the sun rises in front of them. Sunoo's parents are not going to be happy about this, but like most things he does, Sunoo will keep [Name] as his little forbidden secret.

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tojixz · 1 year

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Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Reader

Notes: First of all I want to thank you for all the affection! Thank you so much for the likes and reblogs, I'm so happy!!! 😭💞💞 And also, I wasn't so happy with this part, I feel like it got kinda shitty, so I'm sorry if it's bad 🥲

Summary: Tuk finally comes into the family, lots of love and affection. I am horrible with summaries????

Warnings: TW!! Labor pain, a lot of anguish on mommy's part, Sully family worried.

Word Count: 3k

Skxawng (n) - Idiot

Sa'nok (n) - Mom Tìyawn (n) - Love

Sempul (n) - Father Yawntu (n) - Loved

Part one | Part two

The sun was high in the sky by now. You were sitting leaning against a tree near the camp, weaving some baskets. After all, it was one of the only activities you were capable of doing right now.

Not wanting to play the victim, which you certainly are not, you were unable to do activities that required much body movement or strength. In the last few weeks you were experiencing many contractions and extreme pain. Your feet were swollen and it felt like you were carrying a Thanator on your back. Honestly, it couldn't get any worse.

Therefore, your only choice was to do simple tasks that were even assigned to children. You felt useless, it really was not a pleasant state.

But what relieved your stress was knowing that your baby will soon arrive. Soon she will be in your arms, babbling something or crying for your attention. You were anxious. Both to get rid of that awful end-of-pregnancy feeling and to finally feel the warmth of your child.

You were quiet, humming songs as you enjoyed the fresh air of your home and the sounds of nature. Definitely a planet blessed by your divinity.

A few seconds later you finished making the last basket of the day. In total there were three, which you considered to be enough so far. Deciding to take your handiwork to the people in the clan who would use it, you got up from the ground to start your way back to the camp. You certainly had a hard time getting up, heavens, your back was killing you, but nothing that a little effort wasn't enough.

That is until you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen and something warm trickle down your thighs.

No. This couldn't be what you thought it was.

A wave of panic began to wash over you as you let out agonized groans from the extreme pain you were feeling.

Why now? Why just now?? Couldn't that have waited a few minutes to happen?!

You had to act fast. You had to go to Mo'at. You had to tell them your baby was coming. But what guarantee was there that you would make it there?

Leaning against the trunk of the tree, you put your hand on your belly and start trying to breathe to calm your heartbeat, but your breath is coming in between cuts. You are losing strength in your legs and the pain is unbearable.

"Hold on baby. Just wait a little longer. We're coming…" Muttering to yourself both as a way to keep calm, and also to keep your focus on the hike, you start walking toward the camp. If you found anyone along the way, that would be good enough. They might be able to help. "Ah Great Mother… I won't make it."

Tears welled up in your eyes. You didn't want to do this alone. You couldn't. You were too afraid of what might happen.

But you also had no strength left in your body. Your legs were shaking, still trying to hold on, and your abdomen was throbbing. It was unbearable. Waves of frustration covered you as your only option was to sit back down on the floor and pray to Eywa that someone would come to help you.

You felt more and more contractions and at this point you could only scream and accept the fact that you would have to deliver the baby yourself.

What an idea of yours to distance yourself from the camp. You could be at home, in your own comfort. But you wanted and needed fresh air.

Jake had become ten times more protective of you, preventing you from going out much, or if you did, was in the company of someone. You understand his concern; you could go into labor at any moment. But it doesn't change that you still missed doing things on your own. Well, that desire of yours led to this situation at the moment.

To make matters worse, you wouldn't have the chance to find your children around, nor your husband. Jake, Neteyam and Lo'ak were out doing their daily training, and Kiri was also studying and learning with her grandmother. They are still children, but it is the best thing to learn at a young age.

With your back resting on the trunk of the tree, you begin to take deep breaths to calm your hiccups and prepare yourself for the next steps. There was no more time, you would have to do it yourself.

That is until you hear footsteps behind you.

It couldn't be a predator. Although you were not exactly in the camp, you were in a nearby location. Wild animals don't go near there because they were aware that there were too many people to deal with. So it is a safe area. But it could also only mean one thing…

It is someone walking there!

And it was just a soul she needed to call for help.

"Grandma told me to get purple seeds, but I've been looking for so long and I can't find anything! Come on…" Kiri was frustrated that she couldn't find the ingredient that her grandmother had charged her to get. But she kept walking.

Until she heard moans of pain and quiet sniffling behind a tree. This startled her a little, but then she thought 'Is anyone hurt?'

Walking cautiously to the spot to check, she came across her mother. She was on the floor looking like she was in pain, sweat covering her entire body as tears streamed from her eyes. It felt like her heart stopped for a second at the sight.

"Sa'nok? What's wrong?!", Kiri crouched down next to her mother, as she started to look around her for apparent injuries. Her eyes fell on her wet legs and her hand resting on her stomach.

"Mom… that's not-"

"Kiri! Oh heavens, thank you. Kiri, my child, go get your grandmother. I need you to get her over here as fast as you can, please!" Her voice was hoarse from crying over the pain, along with the emotion that consumed her that Eywa had listened to her prayers and directed Kiri to you.

"But mother, I can't leave you, not like this-"

"Kiri, it will be all right. I need you to get your grandmother. Now. Hurry!"

Kiri didn't even think straight before her little legs were running towards her grandmother's tent. Even if she gets there quickly, her grandmother won't be able to speed up her steps that much. Seeing her mother in that state terrified her. How long were you there suffering alone? With no one to take away her fear.

Kiri had never run so hard in her life, her lungs were burning for air and her mouth was dry. On the way to the tents, Kiri came across ikrans landing nearby. It was her father and her brothers.

"Hi babygirl, why are you in such a hurry-", Jake was cut off by the pleading voice of Kiri who was gasping for air.

"Sempul! Go to mommy, she needs your help. She's near the tree she usually stands to weave things. Now I need to go to grandma, please take care of mommy!", Kiri didn't even give her father a chance to answer or ask any questions before running back to her grandma. Jake was alarmed by his daughter's tone and her haste. Putting the pieces together, Jake's mind could only think of one thing.

His baby is coming.

Before he could even draw that conclusion, he found himself running frantically to the tree his daughter had said, being followed by his other children. "No, you go back home. Tell Kiri to stay too", Jake shouted over his shoulder, still seeing his children following him.

"We can't stay home, mommy needs help!", Lo'ak tried to argue but only received a warning look from Jake.

"Stay. I'm ordering", Jake spoke in a firmer voice, noticing how his children stopped in their running and just looked at his back. Jake wasn't sure if you would want your children watching your sister deliver her baby and they could only make the situation worse by asking questions. Therefore, he had no choice.

Concentrating on the road ahead, Jake finally arrives at the place informed and is confronted with their pleading and agonized cries. It breaks his heart. If Kiri hadn't found you, what would have happened? Would you have had to go through this alone? He imagines how terrified you must have been.

"Hey, hey, are you all right? I'm here", Jake took your hand and squeezed it gently to convey his support. You didn't have to suffer without anyone anymore.

"I look fine to you-", your speech was cut off by the scream you let out from the sudden contraction you felt. You had forgotten what a hellish pain childbirth was. Even though you had already done it twice, you will definitely never get used to the feeling. "Ah Great Mother… give me strength." More tears rolled down your face as you continued to scream and squeeze Jake's hand.

Jake was never going to get used to this phenomenon either. It was terrifying to say the least to watch the birthing process. He hated to see you suffer, hated that only you had to go through this pain. But he was thrilled at the idea that his baby was finally coming. Jake's heart was starting to soften.

A few minutes had passed with Jake trying to comfort you, his wife, until Mo'at arrived on the scene. When she arrived, she didn't even exchange words properly before going to between your legs and analyzing the situation.

"You are already very dilated. I apologize for not being here sooner, my child. But now I need you to spread your legs wider and push."

You didn't even think long before you pushed it out. You couldn't wait any longer, everything hurt. Your body felt like it was going to break in half. Jake knew you had such strength in your hand at the birth of your first child, but man, he really was always scared. It's amazing that his hand didn't break.

Your throat hurt from screaming so much, and your lower half was numb. Mo'at said that she was already starting to see the child, so she encouraged you to continue.

But how? Frankly, you were running out of strength. This is definitely the most difficult labor of the previous two. You wanted to scream at Eywa and ask her to get it over with, but you could only let out shaky sighs as you continued your labor.

This baby will be a blessing, you will love it as much as the others, you couldn't wait to hold it in your arms. But it's Jake's fault that you're lying there on the floor in pain.

After a lot of sacrifice, a lot of effort, a lot of tears and pain. You were finally able to hear your son's cry. Or rather, daughter.

It was a girl, a beautiful little girl.

You laid your head down on the support Mo'at had placed for you, while you stabilized your breathing. You were exhausted, feeling like you might pass out at any moment. Your body was disgusting and sticky, covered in sweat and blood. It was a little frustrating. But what kept you from exhaustion was the beautiful cry of your daughter. It was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard.

Mo'at handed the baby into Jake's trembling hands as she thanked Eywa for the blessing. There were tears in her eyes and a wide smile on her lips.

Jake held his daughter in his arms with the greatest care in the world. Tears ran down his cheeks as he talked to the baby to calm her down. "She's so… beautiful."

You let out a weak laugh, more tears filling your eyes. You were thrilled to see Jake's infectious smile, to see your beautiful baby standing there. "Thank you, Big Mom. Thank you."

Jake brought the baby close to you and gently placed her on your chest. She was fussy, crying, but the moment she felt your mother's warmth, she calmed down. Jake helped you support the baby, since you didn't have much strength to hold her. He laughed at the way a small smile settled on the baby's mouth, resulting in an even bigger one from you.

"What's it going to be named, yawntu?", Jake asked, depositing a delicate kiss on your forehead. It was so soft that you thought you had imagined it.

Analyzing the little face of your daughter, you mentally thanked Eywa once again for blessing you with another pure little being in your life. You were very happy.

"Tuk. Tuktirey. That is the name of our new star."

"Mom, can I hold her?" Lo'ak was on his side, just looking at his little sister sleeping on the cloth that was pinned to his chest.

He was not one to admit or call others cute. But in this case it was inevitable. His new baby sister was so cute and cuddly! Her little hands clasped tightly near her mouth to bite, which looked disgusting since she had no teeth.

"If you hold it, you'll knock her over, skxawng", not even looking at her brother, Kiri said with her usual debauched tone. She couldn't take her eyes off her little sister either, her chubby body being too cute to look away.

Neteyam, like his brothers, was inside the small circle they formed around you, who were preparing dinner that day. As an older brother, he was thrilled to gain another sister. He would not speak aloud, but he was afraid that it was another boy, Lo'ak was already enough to handle. Anyway, he was also itching to hold her, but he didn't have the courage to ask like Lo'ak. But not only that, he was also afraid of knocking over or hurting his precious Tuk, so just looking at her was enough. Neteyam already loved her as much as his other brothers did.

"I know you all want to pick up and play with your sister, but she is sleeping now. When she wakes up, you guys can talk to Tuk all you want", you said looking fondly at each of your little ones, noticing the almost nil disappointment in their eyes. You let out a giggle at that.

Jake silently snuck up behind you, slipping his big arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, depositing a lingering kiss on your neck in the process. "Yes. And anyway, only I can hold the TukTuk."

You rolled your eyes at the comment. The children frowned at their father and then said 'That's unfair!'. Jake loved to tease them.

"Sure, sure, Jake Sully", you turned your head to look into his face and deposited a gentle kiss on his lips. "Now go play! You're getting in the way of my food preparation. You too Ma'Jake."

Lo'ak didn't want to leave Tuk's side, she was stronger than he was. But Neteyam dragged him to the other corner of the hut, Kiri saying goodbye to her little sister and following right behind.

Jake and his stubborn spirit, on the other hand, remained motionless in the same place. You sighed and just continued to season the meat to put on the fire to roast later. "And the big baby, will you unglue?"

"I know you don't want me far away", he came closer to you, if it was possible, and began depositing kisses and kisses all over your neck and shoulder. That got you a few gasps and a tickle.

"Pff, how proud you are, huh."

A comfortable silence settled between you, only listening to the screams of the children, probably fighting among themselves over some toy. Neteyam seemed a little lost in the middle not knowing whether to indulge his desire to also fight, or to separate his siblings.

You were more than happy to have this family. You couldn't want anything else in your life. Eywa blessed you with everything beautiful.

Your younger self would never imagine or even think about the possibility of having a family. Your own family. And you're not sure what your former self would think. But your younger self is definitely very happy now. You can only thank Great Mother, and Jake, for coming into your life.

With each moment your heart was filled with more and more affection. So much love that it overflowed and you didn't know what to spend it on; Jake and you have surely raised the most beautiful and sweetest children in all of Pandora.

"We could have one more."

And then silence. Your movements simply stopped and you turned your face to look at him in shock.

"Jake, are you kidding? We just had another baby!"

"What? We can always do more, right?", Jake sank his face into the curve of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as he listened to your incredulous laugh. "I can always fill you up with more."

"You are unbelievable sometimes, Jake Sully." You didn't know how to react to your husband's comment. He says that, but when your kids get ready, the first thing he says is 'No more kids!'

You removed Jake's arms from around you, turned around and put your hands on his face, then murmured, "Maybe on our next date night."

There wasn't even time for the man to react before you added to your previous sentence, "Now help me with dinner. I need to finish for you before Tuk wakes up."

Jake pulled himself together and let out a loud laugh before giving you a hug, taking care of the baby on his chest. You were startled, but couldn't stop the smile that was forming on your lips as you heard him whisper, "Thank you, for everything, my love."

"I who thank you, tìyawn."

I believe this is the last part of this story, which at the beginning I didn't even think there would be more 😭 thanks a lot for everything!!! If you want to send suggestions of what I can write or extra scenarios for this story anyway, feel free!

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farfromstrange · 11 months

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Can I suggest something with angst (because angst with no comfort is my forte) like a daredevil x vigilante teen reader (?) They are like siblings by blood. (The reader is treated by Matt like family, and he is so overprotective of them.) They have been together for a long time. Then something came up: the reader got caught by their enemies, and the daredevil was on the run to save the reader, or something like that. (I'm bad at explaining things, but I hope you get it.) Thank you in advance. I hope you're having a great day! love u

I am so sorry for the long wait, nonnie! I feel like I owe you for making you wait so long. Since you said angst with no comfort, I decided to completely shatter you with the angst, and I hope you're okay with that! I felt a shorter piece for this request would do better to convey the emotions. I'm nervous to post this, but I hope you like what I did with this!

Slipping Through My Fingers | Matt Murdock x Reader

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x teen!vigilante!Reader

Summary: You get hurt and Matt fails to save you.

Warnings: ANGST, TW: Death, hurt/no comfort

Word Count: 1.5k

A/n: Not tagging for this fic because the topic isn't for everyone.

He’s running. The city sounds, the noise, the sirens and the blood-curdling screams follow him everywhere. The stench in the alleyways seems to cruelly try to distract him from what he’s focused on, but he can’t give up now. He is close, so close.

Matt Murdock lost the only family he had when he was just a boy and he believed he was alone, truly alone, for a very long time. And then, one day, you stepped into his life. He was at the police station when he ran into you. Well, you weren’t running, you were stuck in a holding cell. When he found out why – you were caught punching a guy to a puddle for attempting to hurt an elderly woman – and when he asked Brett for your file and confirmed that you were, in fact, only a teenager, he chose to help you out. It could have been him, after all. In his mask, getting caught by authorities, and he would have wished for someone to bail him out, too. Besides, your sassy nature when he told you he was your lawyer drew him in. You tried pushing him away at first, but then you went out again the next night, and there he was, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, and he taught you a lesson or two about being smart when it comes to being a vigilante. That was the day you started working together, and you have become his family. You’re like his little sibling, and he’s never had one, so it feels right. He can mentor you, protect you and make sure you don’t get yourself in too much trouble, and in return, you breathe some fresh air into his life. It works, and he doesn’t feel as alone now anymore. You even moved in with him.

Last night, everything seemed normal. You went out on parol together, busting up a drug ring you had been investigating long before that, and you seemingly succeeded. Though when Matt came home after work a few hours ago, he found the apartment empty, your suit still at home, and he couldn’t make out your heartbeat. When he called, you didn’t answer your phone. You didn’t text back. And you made a deal at the beginning of this that you would always call back. If you don’t, you told him, not even after five tries, and he can’t hear your heartbeat across the city, something isn’t right. But Matt doesn’t need to remember your deal to know that something happened; he can feel it in his bones.

His chest contracts as his heart grows heavier. The fear is etched deep into his bones. He has gotten so used to the sound of your breathing, not being able to hear it is torture. Like minuscule needles drilling into his brain, the agony wraps its claws around his soul and drags him down into a dark hole.

He’s running, and he won’t stop until he finds you.

Something must have gone wrong last night. Someone must have remembered he isn’t working alone anymore and grabbed you to get to him. He has an inkling, but he can’t say for sure. He’s simply following the clues that are smaller than a grain of salt, and he’s struggling to keep up. For hours, he has been running, and you are no closer to being back home than he was before.

At this point, you could be dead. You could be bleeding out in a ditch. These men could have shipped you off to Russia, enslaved you, used you– He can’t think about that now or he will stop and smash someone’s head into the nearest wall, maybe even his own. He swore to protect you and he failed, he always fails. If anything happened to you, he once told himself, it would be his fault, and it is. He should have been more careful the night before. He should have paid more attention to his surroundings. Things always end badly when he’s involved, and he believes he has doomed you. Yes, he must have doomed you and now you’re gone because of him, possibly even dead, and he is going to have to live with that for the rest of his miserable life.

Then, he smells it. The wind comes in from the right direction and he catches the slightest whiff of your shampoo, your clothes, and your blood. The latter is what causes all fuses to blow in his mind. His already burning vision turns redder, his senses blaring with the alarms in his brain and he runs even faster. He jumps rooftops, chasing after your scent – and then he hears it. The faintest hint of your heartbeat is in the distance, but it is weak, and you’re losing blood at a pace that is weakening your body.

He’s not sure for how long he runs, but eventually, his feet are sore and his muscles ache, and he can finally hear your voice calling out for him, “Matty!”

He finds you on a rooftop. Your body lies limp between two blocks of cement. The gash in your side is large, and the pool of blood that surrounds you keeps growing by the minute. Your breathing sounds labored. You reach out when you see his silhouette, barely conscious, but you have gotten used to his presence.

“No,” he chokes out and gets on his knees beside you. He pulls off his mask, pulling your head into his lap. His hand flies to your wound, but it’s not the only spot you’re bleeding from.

Bare fingers glide over your face, checking for more injuries. He finds a cut on your lip, your eyebrow has been cracked, as has your skull, and you look completely destroyed. Your life is in his hands, and you’re slipping through his fingers.

“Who did this to you?” Matt growls.

“They’re gone,” you whisper. Even though you are injured, you don’t sound scared, you’re not in pain – you have accepted your fate. A fate Matt refuses to see.

“I’ll get you out of here. You just have to hold on a little longer, and then we’ll end them together. I promise. We’ll come home tonight and we’ll have Tacos and–”

“Matthew,” you reach for his face, “It’s okay.”

But it’s not okay, he thinks. You’re bleeding out, you’re dying, and you’re too far from the nearest hospital for him to even try to make a run for it. Even an ambulance won’t make it here in time. It’s not okay, no matter how badly you want to convince him of that, and just like that another wave of blood gushes out of you and into his hand. It feels heavy, like your life’s essence is trying to escape but he doesn’t want it to. You can’t die, he promised he wouldn’t let you.

“No,” he says again, more sternly this time. “Don’t even talk like that, okay? You’re gonna be fine, you hear me?” He calls your name.

You feel yourself getting dizzier by the minute, but you’re oddly content. “I– I won’t make it–” You’re cut off by a cough, and you taste the copper on your tongue now, too.

“Shh, yes you are. Stay with me, sweetie, stay with me!”

He can say it all he wants, it won’t change the brutal reality of the situation.

You’re dying, and he can’t save you.

You pull him down by his sleeve. “Promise me,” you breathe into his ear, “That you’ll– you’ll take that trip to Eu-Europe. Promise me, Matthew. Promise me you’ll l-live.”

“Stop talking like you’re dying, I–”

“I am.”

“No. We’ll get you an ambulance and then you’ll be fine.”

A tear slips from his cheek and onto your face.

“Matthew, please, just…”

“No…”

“Thank you,” you whisper, “for everything. For- for being my brother.”

He calls your name, but the noise fades into the background.

“I love you,” and these are your last words before the dark void grabs you and hands you over into the hands of the Grim Reaper.

You look over your shoulders on your way to the light, the last thing you remember being the tears on Matt’s cheeks and the scream he lets out as you leave, your life slipping through his finger like the sand in an hourglass.

You’re gone, and he couldn’t save you. The one thing he promised to do, he failed at. He failed, and you paid the ultimate price for it.

He stands alone at your funeral. Just like him, you didn’t have anyone. He made the men that did this to you pay for what they did, and the bruises on his knuckles still burn as the sun shines down on him. It doesn’t rain, which he sees as a sign from you, a silent encouragement that it is okay for him to move on and find the light as you did, but he can’t accept it. He can’t accept that you’re gone.

You were too young to get dragged into this, and now you’re gone. It’s his fault, and beating the ones responsible to the point they fell into a coma still didn’t feel enough.

He sends a silent prayer up into the sky, but God doesn’t listen, and he doubts he ever will. Mercy is something he doesn’t deserve, and he will carry the guilt with him until the day he dies.

#request #tw: death #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x vigilante!teen!reader #not a ship fic #gender neutral #matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock imagines #human disaster matt murdock #matt murdock angst #hurt/no comfort #angst #like a lot of it

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francis-writes · 8 months

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❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜ from the horror themed sentence starter, and if it’s ok…

An ask with Dom! Frollo x reader (maybe some yandere vibes, but 🤷‍♀️ go crazy w/ it )

Sooo I mixed it.

And yeah, I put in Gaston, what about it?

Tw: death, dub-con

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜

You nodded and laid your head on Claude's chest. He was like a miracle, when you didn't expect it. Your prince charming. You started a romance with him, because you adored him. He was handsome, smart, caring. Now that he offered to take care of your unwanted adorator, it was only a nice addition to your relation.

That boy bothered you for so long, visiting you uninvited, sending gifts (if you can call animal's head a gift), even arranging your wedding without asking you first. You thought you would never get rid of him. All the people adored him and told you that he's the best option for husband. No one would take your side. But now, when you had heart of powerful minister of justice, Gaston was no longer a problem. Even he wouldn't dare to risk the Judge's wrath, and if he would ignore the warning, he would spend a few weeks in the dungeons. As a reminder.

Claude was caressing your hair as you listened to his heartbeat and thought about bright future awaiting you.

You were lost in thoughts, when you heard footsteps on the corridor. You twitched reflexively but then reminded yourself to stay calm. Doors opened and your husband walked in.

"How is my beauty doing?"

You smiled to him as he put the hands on your shoulder.

"Fine, my love"

"I'm glad to hear that" his hands moved lower, sliding under your dress. He squeezed your breasts but you didn't react. You were used to his displays of affection. "I would hate to hear that my wife is unhappy"

"But..." you bite your lip and hesitated.

Frollo leaned over and bite your earlobe.

"Yes? Don't worry, tell me whatever you want"

"When I will be able to go upstairs?"

He took one hand from your breast and started caressing your thigh.

"I don't know, after what happened recently..."

"Oh, Claude, I just missed my family"

"And that's why you ran away?"

You looked at him, trying to melt his heart but you knew inside, there was no point. You can't move what isn't there.

"I didn't run away..."

He squeezed your thigh so hard you groaned.

"You left the house in secret. I thought I would never see you again"

"You would never let me leave the house-" you fell silent as he slapped you. You delicatly touched stinging cheek, looking away from him.

"Then why did you disrespected my decision?!"

You closed your eyes and a few tears ran down your cheeks.

"I- I missed them..." you whispered. "And I would go back to you... you didn't have to set their home on fire"

"I thought they kidnapped you. I needed to punish them as criminals" his voice was stone cold but you could bet he was smiling saying that.

"You want to see the sun again? Feel the fresh air? Sleep on bed instead of cold floor? Then you have to apologize to me"

"Forgive me"

"No, you have to apologize properly"

You holded back the sigh, not wanting to anger him more. You stood up and took of your clothes. Claude was looking at you with a predatory smile. There was a hunger in his eyes as if you were his prey he would devour for dinner.

He pulled you closer and made you sit on his lap. His hands were roaming across your body. You didn't even pay attention to the sensations as you were thinking about when it all started. And if you could notice something and go away before it was too late.

Frollo was pretty possesive even before your wedding but then you thought it was cute and that he simply cares about you. Sure, he wanted you to spend all your time with him instead of meeting your friends, but you were in love and that was what you wanted as well.

First thing that actually made you worried, was during the wedding night when he gifted you Gaston's head. But even then you tried to explain to yourself that Claude was just really angry on how Gaston treated you.

But it became worse when he started locking you in your room. You didn't even had doors leading to the corridor, your room was connected only with Frollo's room so he could see you whenever he wanted. Actually not even servants were visiting you.

When the deed was done, Claude simply got up and went to the door.

"Wait, can I go back upstairs? To... our bedroom?"

Before he managed to answer, you heard the bells ringing. Claude smiled.

"It's a funeral" he explained.

"Whose?"

"Yours. After you died in the fire with your family" He stood in the corridor, lit only by the faint glow of torches "No one will ever look for a dead one"

After those words, he closed the doors of your cell.

#judge claude frollo #claude frollo #claude frollo x reader #judge claude frollo x reader

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science-lings · 1 year

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If you’re still doing the prompt thing, how about pre calamity Urbosa realizing that Zelda might not be the only one suffering from self worth issues ( she’s such a good mom, I can’t resist)

Ever since Link had assisted Zelda up from the sand after the Yiga incident, she was glued to side. The fright of her near assassination left her quiet and in shock, gripping his arm with a strength he could only compare to that of a moblin.

The whole trek from Kara Kara Bazaar to Gerudo Town was filled with her muttering apologies, saying sorry for avoiding him, for running away from him, for yelling at him. It seemed to finally click for her why he was even there in the first place.

While he was glad that she had made the realization, he hated that it had happened this way, that the outspoken brave girl he had come to know was hidden behind a shaking weak voice. She could barely manage the facade of normality, forcing her face to rest in a polite expression but no matter what she did, he could see how she failed to tame her rapid breaths and feel her racing heartbeat through how tightly she held onto him.

Urbosa was waiting just outside the walls of the town, after the hero had confided in her that his charge had left and went to search the desert for her. She could tell something was wrong the moment she could identify their silhouettes on the horizon.

"What happened?" The chieftain worried after a quick speedwalk two the duo.

"Yiga, She's okay," Link replied simply, but it provided enough information for now.

Even with Urbosa's hand on her back, Zelda's hold on her guard refused to lessen. For some reason, she suddenly took more comfort in his presence than she took even with her godmother.

Link hesitated when they reached the gates of the town, hyperaware of the spear-wielding guards within impaling distance. He wasn't allowed in town, at least not without some nonmalicious disguising. But when he attempted to hand off his traumatized charge to Urbosa, the princess's grip only got tighter. Her wide eyes frantically looked at him with a sudden fresh wave of fear.

"I'm not allowed in, your highness," He reasoned in the same tone of voice that he used when soothing his steed, though that part was a little accidental. Through Zelda's silence, she easily conveyed her discontent with the arrangement, sending a near-tearful pleading look to Urbosa.

"Well... It wouldn't be the first time we've made an exception to the rule for the hero," She considered before turning to the guards of the town, "Let it be known that the princess's personal knight be allowed in, so long as he doesn't cause any problems."

"Of course Lady Urbosa." the nearest one nodded, though she wasn't too worried as it wasn't Link's first time in Gerudo Town, even disguised he kept the master sword on his back which made him easy to identify.

"Come, let's get you two inside."

******

The princess rested her head against his shoulder, her iron hold finally relaxing for the first time since the incident. Even now when he could easily slip out of her grasp, but he decided not to, even if it would be far more comfortable to do so.

If he was truly honest with himself, it wasn't out of obligation that he stayed, or even the slight worry that she would wake if he moved.

Though he couldn't show it, the event had left him shaken too. The Yiga's blade had gotten far too close and he was nearly too late. If he had decided to check a different set of ruins first, if he had not recovered from nearly tripping in the sand, if he'd even struggled to weave through the merchants at the bazaar, the princess, Zelda, would've bled out onto the sand.

Now that it was all over and he'd had some time to process what had happened, it really started to hit him just how lucky he had been. How close he was to failing his most important responsibility, to dooming the entire kingdom, and proving everyone who doubted him right.

It shouldn't have been so hard to keep track of one person and keep them safe, he should've been better. He had to be better. It shouldn't be so easy for fools like the Yiga to take them by surprise.

He wondered if it had been a close enough call to warrant some kind of punishment, or if he had been successful enough to be given some hollow congratulations as if everyone wasn't just waiting for him to mess up.

He was the chosen hero, he had to be perfect at all times. Everyone depended on him being perfect and the pressure constantly threatened to suffocate him.

Worst of all, no one seemed to care, or even notice. Perhaps that was a testament to how strong his mask was, or how isolated he was from everyone he spent time with. He was cursed to remain that way, alone and silent and even if the princess were to warm up to him, he wouldn't dare get his hopes up in the thought that she might become someone he could confide in. She already had more than enough on her plate.

"Kid? You okay?" Urbosa's voice nearly startled him from his thoughts, he hadn't even noticed her in the doorway. What if she had been a Yiga? He had to be more vigilant.

Then he registered the question, it immidiately confused him. He wasn't the one that got attacked, he was clearly unhurt, why would he not be okay?

With this logic in mind, he nodded. The chief raised an unbelieving scarlet eyebrow.

"You two are very similar you know, I was surprised to find out that you didn't get along, but I guess I should've expected it. Instead of seeing your place being alongside hers, she could only see how her failures compared to your successes, but you never blamed her for that, did you?" Urbosa sat on Zelda's bed, looking at the sleeping princess with a certain fondness in her eyes.

"She has it worse than I do," Link muttered.

"That doesn't mean your problems don't matter. Even if you were right, it's ridiculous to compare the two as if you aren't two different people who deal with the stressors that come with carrying the weight of the fate of the kingdom on your collective shoulders differently. We're all fighting the same battle, so why are you so convinced that you must fight it alone?"

"I don't know, I guess... if people realize that I'm not as brave and strong and as perfect as they think, they'll lose hope. I don't... take pride in how important and heroic I am, I think I grew out of it." He didn't know why it was so easy to release the thoughts that have spiraled in his mind for years to the first person who seemed to acknowledge them.

Even though Urbosa was the strong terrifying leader of her people and a thundering presence, he had seen how she treated Zelda. He had stuffed away a foreign kind of jealousy at the sight of their closeness, knowing that it was too late for him to forge anything similar.

Maybe he was desperate, he wanted to be heard, he wanted to be understood, he wanted to be given a grain of sympathy after being consumed by the expectations of every single person who knew his name for so long. He just wanted someone to care.

"You're more than your destiny little knight. Your life will not end when the calamity is defeated, and you will have a whole new horizon of opportunity at your fingertips. You will be able to disappear into the woods if that's what you would like, though I would like to extend an offering. You will always have a home here, if you decide you can handle the dessert," She smiled as her words passed through him.

He had never really considered what would happen after, if he expected there would even be an after. His whole life had been centered around the calamity for so long that he forgot that there was an entire world outside of that.

He didn't have to be a knight when the greatest monster had fallen. He wasn't chained to a legacy in the same way that Zelda was. And if he was able to conquer the king of demons, why would he let any other King choose his path?

"Thanks, I'll consider it." He managed a slight upturn at the corners of his lips.

"Get some sleep, don't worry, I won't tell the King." She stood, eyeing the completely unnecessary contact between him and the slumbering princess. Suddenly the evidence of a smile disappeared from his cheeks and was replaced with a distinct dusting of pink.

At least his expression made Urbosa laugh because the insinuation was certainly not something he was enjoying unless he was truly honest with himself.

For a minute he stayed, enjoying the reminder that he wasn't alone, but eventually, he snuck out of her grasp. It was too early on to push his luck.

Send me prompts?

#ask andromeda #writing prompt #botw #zelink #its not the focus but its greatly implied #botw link #botw urbosa #urbosa #this one ended up kinda long whoops #and on desktop its not easy to make a read more so I apologize for people who want to scroll through

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years

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¦¦ 14. Lovebites ¦¦

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Michael Kinsella x female reader

Warnings: biting! Cunnilingus, fingering, sexy sex, possessiveness, some fluff!

Author’s note: I don't know why, he just strikes me as the possessive type. It's always the quiet ones...

You close the door as quietly as you can when you return home earlier than you expected from a night out in the town. It was just a few drinks with the girls, but some rowdy lads in the last pub had started trying to talk to you despite you all trying your utmost to ignore their unwelcome creepy flirty advances.

They were all full of liquid confidence, letching and leering over you, one of them in particular getting far too close and handsy with you no matter how many times you said no and moved away. Finally, it got to be too much and you ended up smashing the fella in the face with your fist, earning a cheer from the rest of the pub but also leaving you with bruised knuckles.

You were just going to come home, sneak into bed and worry about explaining it to Michael in the morning.

But no such luck…

"Hey love, you're home early. Did ya have a good night?" He asks, reaching for you.

You quickly and subtly slip your arms around his neck so he doesn't see the evidence of the night's drama.

"Aye it was alright, just a bit tired y'know. Thought you'd be late over at Jimmy's as well?"

"Ach he was bein' an arse and I'd had enough so…" he kisses you softly, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. "besides, means an early night for us both, pet? Can't say I'm upset about it."

He smiles warmly and you let him lead you to your bedroom. You're kind of glad he was at home when you got back, after the night you had you really could use something to take your mind off it, and you always felt safe with Michael.

He backs you up to the edge of the mattress, soft lips and the brush of his beard on your cheek and neck making you giggle as you flump down on the bed. You push up the hem of his shirt and he takes your hint, peeling it off so you can appreciate his well-muscled physique. You forget yourself as your hands automatically move to touch, and he grabs them, noticing the redness on your right hand. You flinch at the fresh pain and his eyes bore into yours.

"What happened?"

You shook your head, "it's nothin' Mikey, don't worry."

Of course he's not convinced. His brow furrows even deeper. "Someone hurt ya darlin'? C'mon an tell me now."

"No it's alright, it's sorted. Just some lads were annoyin' me an the girls. They wouldn't take the bloody hint so I punched one of em."

"Fuckin' hell love! Is that right?" He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses your sore knuckles.

You nod and smirk, pleased you were able to stand up for yourself and that Michael was obviously proud of you for doing so.

"Let me get some ice for ya…"

You shake your head and stop him. "No s'alright, just a bit achy is all."

"So I don't need t'kill any of these fuckers then?" He jokes, but you know he would in a heartbeat. You pull him close again, your hands smoothing over his chest to try calm down the protective and possessive urge that you knew had been struck up within him. It never took much to get him riled when you were concerned.

"No it's alright baby, just need you, here. Now."

"Yeah, can do that…" He swiftly aids you in removing your clothes, his hungry mouth tasting every bare bit of skin as it's revealed, laying you down on the bed and roaming over and claiming every inch of you. A yelp turns into a moan as he sucks a bruising mark into the skin of your neck.

"Mikey!"

"You're mine, alright? Need you to know that love," you gasp as he moves down, his eyes darker now, his fingers grabbing and pressing into your soft flesh. "All of you, fuckin' mine." he growls, nipping your collarbone and leaving a mark there too. "S'only me that gets to touch ya, only me that gets to mark ya up… ain't it pet?"

Your breaths are shallow now, whimpers of agreement woven through them as Michael leaves his literal mark on you, working on letting everyone know exactly who you belong to.

"Yeah," you moan as he's between your bare legs biting into the soft sensitive flesh there. He rakes his nails with just the right amount of pressure over your outer thigh as his mouth sucks and licks leaving a path of purpling blotches leading towards your cunt. He holds you down with a quiet strength that has you aching for him. Before you're able to beg for more he's sucking your clit between his soft full lips making you buck your hips up towards his face with high wavering whimpers. His fingers breach your dripping entrance and he looks up to watch your face contort in needy bliss as he starts pumping them in and out of you.

"Michael, fuck, I want you. Need you."

He hums and crooks his fingers a little, rubbing over the spot that makes you gasp, makes you wetter, makes you lose control.

"Yeah? Wan me to fuck ya, love?" His voice is raw and dark with desire. "Are ye wantin' m'cock stuffed in that pretty, wet cunt?"

"Yes, oh god Mikey please!" you plead, whining as he withdraws from where you need him most. Your hands curl around the back of his neck as he moves up your body, he grips his cock, smacking the head against your clit a few times and leaning down to suck another harsh vivid mark on the other side of your neck. The room fills with your shared moans as he sinks into you, and you wrap your legs around him as he thrusts hard and deep.

You'll proudly wear the evidence of his ownership if you get to feel like this, but despite the possessive bites and words he's not just fucking you senseless. It's passionate, ensuring that you know just how much he fucking loves you, showing you with every touch, kiss, and the way he moves within you. When you come he's watching you, awestruck, doing everything he can to prolong your high before he follows, marking you up from the inside.

Afterwards, you close your eyes, smiling softly as he kisses so tenderly over every single mark he's left on the canvas of your body.

#kinkwasthereaminuteago #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella smut #michael kinsella x female reader

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cha0ticspacebi · 10 months

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Everyday you'd go to your job at the coffee shop, come home to your boring student housing apartment complex, yearning for more. Your whole world turns upside down when an injured man falls from a mysterious crack in your ceiling. He tells you he's from Hawkins and has to get back, that his friends need him. Only he's already there, just not when he thinks. “I’m not sure how to tell you this, Eddie was it? But 1986 was 10 years ago."

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Tags: Eventual smut, canon divergence, multiverse/alternate realities, everything up to the moment Dustin leaves Eddie's side in the upside down is canon here, slow burn, strangers to lovers, canon typical violence, hurt/comfort, tags updated as we go ⚠️ 18+ MDNI ⚠️

Author's Note: This will be a multi-chapter story but I'm not exactly sure how many yet. My writer's block has been horrible! I haven't been able to work on much of anything let along finish things since like March. I'm posting this hoping it helps pull me out. Your comments and feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Chapter 1

Ahh the coffee shop. The quintessential meet cute used by authors, screenwriters, and songwriters alike since the dawn of time. It provides endless possibilities, so many opportunities for love to blossom. Limitless potential contained so neatly in a delicious smelling convenient package.

Perfect strangers sharing the only available seating, bonding over perhaps a shared interest. One makes an innocent comment about the drink of choice made by the other which leads to quickened heartbeats and flushed faces when one invites the other to try a sip. Old friends, reconnecting during a chance meeting, end up foregoing prior engagements in favor of spending hours with a person they thought lost to time. Sudden enemies formed when a quick turn results in a soiled business suit and wasted coffee, but a seed is planted the next day when the guilty party returns and attempts to make amends with a fresh cup of coffee and a new start.

Even the employees are not immune to its charm. A regular customer coming in finally works up the nerve to ask their favorite barista out on a date. A mistake is made during the busy morning rush and a happy accident occurs when they end up liking the unintended drink. An employee starting their first day and the customer who defends them while others grumble and complain that it’s taking too long.

Yes, you’ve thought of it all. Everyday upon entering your current working establishment you wish with all your hopeless romantic heart that today will be your day to experience the coffee shop’s blessings and meet someone who sets your soul on fire. Everyday watching with a careful eye. But alas, every order is made and delivered without the slightest hint of that buzzing feeling you so badly want to experience just from looking at someone. Today just isn’t your day.

“Hey! Can you stop totally spacing out and help me please?” The increasingly annoyed voice of your coworker and best friend brought you back to reality. A large row of tickets had somehow formed in the time from when you started daydreaming to now. Which is really strange because you could’ve sworn the last time you looked up the shop was completely empty.

“Yeah,” clearing your mind with a solid breath, shaking away all thoughts of romance, grabbing the first order and beginning to work on it, “Yeah sorry, guess I’ve just been a little distracted today.”

She called back to you as you both worked, you weren’t looking at one another but you knew she was smiling, “Buckle up buttercup, it’s going to be a long morning!”

Settling into the routine of familiar faces and drink orders, you find yourself occasionally slipping back into your head, wondering if it was maybe time for a change. You’d been working here since you were 18. Starting a new job and your first day of college on the same day. That was two years ago, now there were lots of other places you could go to work that were still really close to campus and your student provided apartment complex. Maybe tonight I should stop and grab some applications before I go home, you ponder to yourself as you call out the name written on the cup you’d just finished. Of course deep down in your soul, you could feel that it wasn’t your job that was the problem.

Working at the coffee shop wasn’t the forever vision but for right now it provided an escape. Mental and physical. You’d been here long enough that now you can make all the drinks and package the orders in your sleep. That left your mind free to wander and this setting provided the perfect backdrop for losing yourself in countless fantasies. For a few hours with every shift, there’s no rent, no school, no pressure from your family to perform to their high standards, only you and your wildest daydreams.

Some days you couldn’t even stay in your apartment. Often finding yourself walking the very short distance across the street and returning to the coffee shop to work on your seemingly endless waterfall of homework.

You and your best friend from high school were both attending classes for nursing. Hawkins Community College was but the first step in the years of schooling required for your chosen profession. You find yourself cringing at the word chosen. Letting your mind wander down a dangerous path, questioning your 20 years worth of life choices that had landed you in your current place, when a hand touches your shoulder.

“Hey! Space cadet, your shift ended 10 minutes ago, head home!” the friendly voice of your shift manager broke the thoughts you’d been having while mindlessly wiping down the counter.

“Oh yeah it did,” you laugh a little while grabbing your backpack from the break room, “Guess I’m more tired than I thought. I’ll see you tomorrow!” You wave good evening to your coworkers and head out.

Hawkins, Indiana has to be the world’s most unremarkable city. Rows and rows of suburban America houses. A modest main street with the small town feel of a local grocery store, library, and bank. Speckled with modern touches including the new student center. To meet the demands of the growing student population the city council voted to demolish an abandoned trailer park and build the housing complex that you now call home. The shopping center across the street came a few years later. From the outside it seems like a growing community but you, being a local, can see that it’s still just a crappy town with a populous stuck in the past. No this is definitely not your forever home.

Your days drag on in an endless cycle of surmounting monotony. Each one leaves you with more longing for something more than the day before. At least you have the March break to look forward to after classes today. A full week of trips to the mall, swimming in the lake, and even a night of fantasy with a small group of friends. Whom you finally convinced to play your weird nerd game.

Your adventures begin the following morning and continue all throughout the week. All leading up to the dungeons and dragons session you’re planning for your friends on Thursday. You packed up your books, mini figures, and dungeon master notebook, then headed to the library.

Your friends all watch you as you begin setting things up at the large wooden study table once everyone arrives. They’ve always accepted you for being a little nerdy but until now you’d never been able to actually play with anyone. For the first time in a long time your heart was excited!

“So,” one of them muses holding a small plastic fighter, “This game is played with our imaginations?”

“And dice,” you point to a large communal pile of colorful polyhedral shapes in the center of the table, “Everyone ready?”

You’d always loved telling stories and this provided a great platform to do just that. Your maiden voyage as a dungeon master was far from perfect but you’d never had more fun. Watching your friends and players get more and more excited as the night went on was the best part. As things were packed up they all began asking when they could play again. You felt a lifting in your heart.

“My classes start up again on Monday but maybe if we can make it work with everyone I’d love to make this a weekly event!” you smile brightly and that smile stays on your lips the entire way back to your apartment.

The click of the lock on your door feels light and refreshing as you lose yourself in this renewed energy! This has been one of the only times that you’ve felt like yourself in a very long time. You’re riding such a high that you decide to journal tonight, something you stopped doing around the time your college courses started.

Tossing the backpack on the couch and heading to your bedroom just moments after getting back. You pull out your spiral journal and pouch of colorful pens as you lay out on your bed and write about your night’s adventures with a big grin on your face.

After chronicling the epic moments from tonight’s battle, the topic of your words turn more personal and reflective.

If anything tonight made what I’ve been feeling worse! It was as thought someone handed me a piece of cheesecake and took it away after just one bite and told me I could finish the dessert next week! When will it get better? I did everything that they told me to! I got good grades, graduated high school with honors, and went to college. And for what?

You stared at the page. The tip of your sparkly purple gel pen hovering over the line. Your lungs heaved in a deep sigh.

I’m miserable. I want more. I need more– SPLAT!

From out of nowhere a large glob of…well something thick and sticky fell onto your notebook hiding your words and covering your hand. Your eyes burst wide open and slowly you lift your hand up, inspecting the goo. It looks like thick black jelly. You scrunch your nose up at it with a disgusted look. There must be something on my ceiling, that’s the only direction it makes sense for this substance to have come from. Your voice comes alive to the empty room with a disbelieving scoff at the thought that any part of this phenomenon makes sense. Finally, you push up and tilt your head back to look up at the ceiling above you. Your heart and all its connecting arteries seize up instantly with fear.

Where only moments ago, the bland drywall surface sat untouched, there was now a large circular blob of this same thick black jelly. Startled, you fall backwards and tumble from the bed. Eyes glued to the growing spot on your ceiling.

“Ow!” Rubbing a tender spot from where you fell before looking back up, “What the fuck?” you speak aloud. Somewhere your conscious mind thinks to scramble for the phone that sits plugged in beside your living room couch.

Panicked as you fumble out of the room and dial the landlord you keep looking back and forth, “Come on you lazy piece of shit pick up!” The line clicks and your words start pouring, “Mr. Clarke! This is unit 53, there’s black oil or sludge or something coming from– You’ve reached the office of Scott Clarke. I’m out of the office for spring break. All matters will be tended to in order of urgency starting on Monday.

“Shit!” you slam the phone down on the receiver and run back to see that the spot has grown. Curiosity gets the better of you and you get up on the bed to get a closer look. Standing with your bare feet in the soft blankets. You stand on the shaky surface, craning your neck upwards. Burning from beneath the darkness of the goo is a red light that resembles fire. It emanates outward as thought it’s beckoning you to reach out and touch it. Your hand slowly lifts up above your head. Reaching our farther and farther until… you scoff again, “This is insane. What am I doing?”

Getting off the bed you start packing an overnight bag because like hell you're sleeping in the same apartment as the weird creepy ceiling hole. Tossing things haphazardly into your bag and then finally heading to the bathroom to wash your hand off. It comes off easily enough and washes down the sink. A quick assessment to the areas of skin it touched shows no immediate signs of damage or irritation. Weirdly, it was just slimy and cold.

Running through a quick mental check you realize wait, “Shit, stupid landlord is out until Monday.” Letting out a sigh you decide to shower real fast before heading out to bunker down with your friend until this, whatever it is, goes away. Unable to avoid taking another peak in your room before though, crap it’s already bigger, I should hurry and get the fuck out of here.

Showering in record time, you redress and head right for the front door. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, gripping the handle ready to head out into the cold night air away from whatever supernatural being has taken up residence in your ceiling but… something stops you. Some unseen force blocks your path and ushers you back into your room for just one last look. CRACK!

Your footsteps quicken in that direction as you hear the ceiling start to split. Entering the room you see that the glowing red circle is no longer a circle but a wide crack with tentacle-like tendrils stretching out in every direction along the flat expanse. The area in the center is stretched thin with glowing red webs that resemble strands of spider silk. Your gaze is transfixed on the center of the crack, watching intently as the strands of webbing begin to pull and stretch out almost as if something is laying on the other side. The bend deepens. A crack within the center begins to form. It splits!

All at once, you fall backwards with a scream. Crashing to the floor as you watch mesmerized. Out from the crack falls a man! He lands on your bed with a hard shake. The journal you'd been writing in flies from the mattress on impact. Then almost as quickly as it started everything goes still. The red tendrils dangle from the crack like icicles. Everything is quiet.

You sit transfixed for a moment frozen to the floor. Afraid to move and risk waking yourself up from what is clearly a dream. Your breaths shudder and consume your throat from the inside out as you try to catch them. As you sit there looking up at your bed that only moments ago was empty and now lays the body of a man. You feel a hard pounding in your chest. An invisible string pulls you up from the floor by your heart, eyes unwavering from his face.

His eyes are closed and he’s bleeding from several different places including his neck and stomach. After a few agonizing minutes of staring at his still frame you see the tell tale rise in his chest indicating signs of life.

“Holy shit,” the words fall from your lips with a low, heavy hit to the floor before you spring into action. Running to the bathroom, grabbing your first aid kit and a warm wet cloth, you get to work.

Pulling the scissors from your kit you cut into his already torn shirt, removing both it and his vest from your way, assessing the severity of each wound. All the while remembering everything your mother and father had shown you and instilled into you from a young age about administering first aid. Having learned more from both of them together than the little bit of schooling you’d had on the subject.

Your body moves on its own in a hyper focused state. All thoughts of who this man is, where he came from, or how he came to be here are gone. For the briefest of seconds your eyes flick to his face. Even in this state he’s handsome. His soft features and curly hair make it hard to look back at what you were doing but something tells you having a living man from the weird ceiling hole is better than a dead one.

Once you’re able to clean his wounds and bandage them as best you could you realize it won’t be long before these bandages need to be redressed. You’ll need more supplies that you don’t have in the apartment. You don’t want to leave for fear that he might wake up or worse, so you opt to call for help.

A soft feminine voice hits your ear through the speaker, with a yawn, “Hello?”

“Hey it’s me, can you come over and bring like 3 more first aid kits. I could use a second pair of hands,” your eyes keep flicking between staring at the couch and back to your bedroom, “I-it’s not for me! I’m fine but I uh- I don’t really want to explain on the phone. Ok. Thanks! I’ll see you soon. Bye,”

Getting back to your room as fast as possible you checked to make sure everything still looked good, all the bandages were still in place so he must not have regained consciousness yet. You hold up his wrist and press your thumb into the soft skin. It’s faint but it’s there. A pulse. With a heavy heart you look over your work again and again before coming to the conclusion that at this moment there’s nothing else you can do. Expect to wait and hope that he wakes up.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #18+ content

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blackjackkent · 5 months

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This Sharran gauntlet is definitely a bit of a maze. Doing my best to cover everything and not get lost but we'll see.

My immediate plan was to go deal with that displacer beast, since the knowledge that it was there was making me nervous. :P Jumping down to the level where it was standing, though, it seems to be abruptly gone, and Karlach picked up a perception check.

Cool. Probably the one Raphael told us to look for.

Aggressive quicksave per @zenjestrr's suggestion, and down we go, fully expecting something to jump out of a wall.

Actually, before even starting down the corridor, I'm able to move the camera along, and hey, look.

There he is.

This big boy and his numerous friends are a level above us (just take my word for it; the messed up, shattered architecture around here is very confusing) and looking the other direction. I'm guessing our current path will take us underneath him and then he will drop down on us? The displacer beast appears to have moved to the far side of the room past him.

My ideal strategy here would be to jump up behind him and get the drop on him instead, but only Karlach has the jump distance necessary to make that work. So we'll see if we can get a shot on him from underneath before he notices us, I guess.

A very unscientific diagram of the situation:

After some experimenting, I was able to get the group (in a rare moment of the hide action actually working successfully in this game) to sneak to the far right side of the room without alerting anybody. This allows us to get a bit of a look around at this area, which is AWFUL.

Hector points out that there is tons of blood and gore everywhere, and this is hanging out at the far end near where the displacer beast is pacing back and forth.

Yechh.

I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt, Shadowheart, that this isn't what normally goes on in Sharran temples.

We do seem to kind of have the option of just...scurrying past the whole situation and not engaging. But I'm not overly interested in doing that, and I don't think Hector is either. He doesn't like Raphael much but the depiction of the Orthon as a crazed brute seems like it might not be off the mark and needs to be dealt with.

But if there's a way to handle this situation stealthily I don't think I know what it is. And ultimately I think Hector would like to get Orthon's side of the story before killing him outright. So I think the correct answer here might just be to step into view and see what happens.

[QUICKSAVE]

The displacer beast spots them immediately, followed at once by the orthon on the upper level, who has sighted down on them with a crossbow.

"What's this?" the devil growls in a rumbling, resonant baritone. "Fresh entertainment...but you're too fresh for this place, aren't you? There's a whiff of the surface to you..."

His eyes move from Hector to Karlach, and he smirks. "You. Tiefling. You've got the stench of the Hells about you - the stench of home. And a whiff of the surface besides. A servant of Zariel, if I'm not mistaken." His fingers flex on the handle of his crossbow. "I'd know the stench of her infernal machinery anywhere."

Karlach shifts uncomfortably at Hector's side. "What do you know of infernal machinery?" she asks.

The devil shrugs casually, the tip of the crossbow remaining perfectly steady with the movement. "Only what I can smell. And whatever engine burns within you is grinding to an inevitable explosion. Burning and fear - you reek with it."

Hector sets his jaw. How dare this creature taunt them with that terrible encroaching deadline? He has tried, so hard, not to think about it, to focus on what he and Karlach have together, now, but that mocking voice draws it back into immediate focus and the pain stabs back into him again, and with it, fury.

And yet...

Is it possible the orthon knows something that could help to save her? Hector would betray Raphael in a heartbeat if it meant keeping Karlach safe...

As if following his thoughts, the devil twitches, looks back towards Hector and wrinkles his nose up. "There's something else...almost hidden by your fear-stink. Cherries...musk...and sulphur. Raphael! I can smell him all over you. WHERE IS HE?"

"I...don't know what you mean..." Hector tries evasion, but it's useless.

"LIES," the devil bellows at once, as Hector on some level knew he would. "My nose would recognize him anywhere. That perfumed trickster swindled me - trapped me!"

There's clearly no point in being coy about this. Hector sighs. "He wants you dead," he says matter-of-factly.

"Where is he?" growls the orthon. "Spit it out. NOW!"

"Careful," Shadowheart mutters. "I'm not sure we want Raphael as an enemy."

Hector isn't either, but he also believes Raphael fully capable of lying about what is actually going on here. What he wants, more than anything, is information before making a decision, and this orthon seems like it might be marginally more likely to tell him things directly than Raphael is.

"Let's...share our experiences about Raphael," he says carefully. "Perhaps we can help each other."

The devil laughs. "Bargaining, are you? A Kara-Tur warlord once tried the same - I made him watch as I ate his concubines and young, then fashioned a codpiece from his skull." He snarls, a noise of muted frustration and rage. "You can't help. It's not just walls that keep me here. Not the traps, the dark, or the creatures it hides. Something stronger holds me. A contract. Either I fulfil the contract, die trying, or forfeit my freedom. If I leave this place now, I'll become Raphael's slave."

Hector's eyebrows lift in surprise. This...is interesting news - and not simply for reasons of the issue at hand. Astarion has said on more than one occasion in camp that he would like to work with Raphael, to make a deal that would see him freed of Cazador's ability to control him. Hector thinks it's a terrible idea, but knows arguing with Astarion is pointless - but he wonders how Astarion would feel to know that Raphael is ready to enslave and control as well, perhaps just as much as Cazador was.

But...that is an issue to consider later. For now he must decide what to do regarding that crossbow still pointing down at him.

"Show me this contract," he says, still speaking very slowly, carefully, ready to dodge aside if the devil shows signs of attacking. "Perhaps there's something you missed." That would be the ideal scenario, wouldn't it? Get the creature out of its contract, send it back to the hells, and upset Raphael's plans at the same time but without giving him room to object.

The orthon blinks, then straightens and, completely unexpectedly, begins to sing - terribly.

"Spill all the blood sworn to the night. Silence all prayers, smother each rite. Wander Shar's halls, hungry to slay. Leave no Justiciar alive to obey. Leave none to hear it; then be set free. This song is your oath. Swear, swear it to me."

Hector resists the urge to wince at the discordant notes, focusing instead on the message of the strange, winding verse.

Narrator: Well, that explains where all the Dark Justiciars went. [INSIGHT] The final lyrics linger in your mind. There is a trick buried within them - a clause that cannot be easily fulfilled.

"That's it," the demon rumbles, bringing his crossbow up again and re-aiming it at Hector's face.

"So he's responsible for all the carnage down here," Shadowheart whispers, appalled. "All those Dark Justiciars...slaughtered..."

Hector looks up at the orthon, his mind churning rapidly, trying to parse the situation and the best way out of it. "Raphael wanted you to kill Dark Justiciars?" he asks. "Why?"

"Asking why doesn't get me paid," the orthon snarls. "Hunting and killing does. Raphael mentioned something about an aasimar. Meant nothing to me. I did my part - I filled these halls with ghosts. But Raphael's playing some other game, one that involves stiffing me."

He pauses, seems to consider for a moment, then shrugs. "Anyway, enough prattle. The lyrics are clear - all who hear the song must die. He spits on the ground, cocks the crossbow back. "Time to die."

Hector backpedals at once, a hand going to his crossbow, but as he does, he babbles out desperately, [PERSUASION] "The lyrics are a trick! You've always had an audience - your followers! Get rid of them!"

Years of reading back in the monastery libraries on all manner of subjects coalesces here; he has read of devil contracts and of the legal ones of the material plane. If he can convince the devil to believe him...this has to be correct, it has to be the way out...it solves everything at once...

But that's a very big "if."

A long, strained pause. For a moment he's quite sure he's going to get a crossbow bolt in the head no matter what...and then the orthon's weapon drops and he looks perplexed. "The merregons?" He glances at the masked, imp-like creatures flanking him. "They barely have a thought to share among themselves..." Another pause. "But they do have ears." He turns towards them, snaps out an order. "Kill yourselves! Back to the hells with you!"

It's a rather extraordinary show; without hesitation, all the small creatures turn and slam their axes into each others heads, then collapse in a bloody heap. One of their axes clatters down next to Hector's feet.

The orthon roars with frustration. "Arrrghhh - I still hear it! Seems your theory is wrong!"

Hector's whole body is jittery with adrenaline, both from fear and from a sort of hysterical thrill that he spoke and the creature listened to such a bloody degree. He can feel the situation on the verge of slipping out of control...but he's almost certain his interpretation of the situation is correct, and at least there are fewer enemies on the field now. [PERSUASION] "You're not finished yet!" he points out desperately. "The displacer can hear you, can't she? Kill her!"

A very unexpected burst of grief flashes onto the orthon's face. "Kill..Nessa?" He looks towards the displacer beast at the far end of the room with deep regret.

"Stay very still, my beauty..." he whispers, and pulls the trigger on the crossbow. The shot flies true and the displacer falls without a sound.

The regret morphs into rage at once. "I STILL HEAR IT!" the demon bellows.

Hector swallows. This is it - the final point. If he's right...the orthon will no longer stalk these halls, Raphael's request will also have been fulfilled, and all of it completely in line with the contract.

[PERSUASION] "Exactly," he says. It takes every ounce of nerve in his body not to flinch away from the pure fury in the demon's face. "Kill yourself, complete the contract, and you'll be reborn in Avernus. Free!"

Surely this is right. It fits with everything he's read before about such things. Listen to me, he thinks desperately, watching the crossbow's tip waver in midair.

And then the crossbow drops. The devil stares at him, reaches to his back and pulls out a heavy steel sword from its sheathe.

"If you're wrong about this," he growls, "I'll claw my way out of Avernus and eat you alive - contract be damned."

He lifts the blade, puts it to his own heart, and thrusts it home. A spatter of bright red blood sprays across the stone floor. "Nicely played, Raphael... Bastard..." he groans out and collapses heavily off the platform into a heap on the ground.

For a long moment, Hector and his companions simply stare at the unmoving body, unable to believe that worked.

"That silver tongue of yours is dangerous," Shadowheart murmurs after a while, looking rather impressed. "Bravo. I can't believe you actually pulled that off."

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"Me either," Hector whispers. His heart is pounding as if he's just run a marathon, and he finds that his hands are trembling as he goes to try and loot the devil's body.

He didn't really think that would work, right up until the moment that it did. All this time out in the 'real world,' he's struggled with the nuances of conversation, of handling tense situations smoothly. Here, of all places, he was utterly terrified that he would say the wrong thing, would fail, would get them all killed...

But that devil...listened to him.

He believed what he was saying, that these actions would free the orthon from its contract; it wasn't a lie, he wasn't trying to trick the creature. But nevertheless, it was a desperate attempt at best. And the fact that it worked...

He sits down heavily on the floor, puts his head in his hands, and just breathes until the shakiness starts to bleed out of him. It worked, and it's over. It worked, and it's over. One less thing to face in this darkness. All things with her strength.

All things with *my* strength.

For the first time, he realizes he truly believes it. He can do this. He can face these things and handle them, at least sometimes, even the ones that seem insurmountable. For the first time since the crash, a tiny bit of the everpresent fear ebbs away.

"You all right, Hec?" Karlach sits down next to him, leans her head gently against his. Feeling him shaking, she shifts to wrap her arm around him and, unresisting, he slumps into her side.

"I hate this place," he mutters with a hoarse, rueful laugh.

Shadowheart stands nearby, watching him thoughtfully. "You have no love for my Lady, or the others who worship her," she says quietly. "I know that. But you drove out that evil, so it will not kill any more of us."

He nods slightly, not looking up. "They don't deserve a massacre," he says hollowly. "Any more than the Selunites on the surface did."

She has no answer for that, and turns away with a troubled expression.

"Loathe as I am to interrupt our self-congratulatory snuggle session," Gale says mildly, "I think we might do well to be moving on. We've no shortage of other dangers to face before our tents show us their welcoming faces once again."

He leans over and offers a hand to Hector, helping him lever away from Karlach and back onto his feet. "But well done, my friend. Any standoff with a devil that ends with everyone still un-immolated is fine by me."

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year

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Ch. 57 // She’s a Payton!? // Day 45

Contents (Warnings): What is Lynette Wayland? (Angsty and character/monster info). @nebbynebbu (FOR GIVING ME THIS BANGER TITLE!!)

Wordcount: 1,300+ (This is the rest).

Side note: This will contain experimental writing, first person (Lynette's view) will be implemented alongside third person for the two other essential characters, (mostly) Alexander and (occasionally) Drake. For those third person moments all their text will be italicized and have the characters name in Bold at the start. There may be other characters I write for using this.

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(Nov. 5th, Saturday)

Drake

The whole scene played in his head. He was the one that called out her name in shock. Then the look her brother gave them, he knew he'd be screwed if Wicks shot anything at them. Luckily, Stefan had it.

That was terrifying.

"I thought the name Wicks sounded familiar," Drake muttered.

Alexander sat down and snapped out of his trance. "HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW SHE WAS A PAYTON?!"

"Her last name's not the same, and she doesn't match their appearance," Edgar said with a dumbfounded tone. Drake's mom leaned on his shoulder. They were on the loveseat to the right of their couch.

After his soon-to-be bride walked off with her brother and dad, Ulysses sat between Drake and Wenna. He placed two fingers on either side of his temples.

"Dad, she's going to kill me." He dropped his arms and his head. "I can't believe her sister's working at your pizzeria."

Drake glanced at Alexander. He's looks pissed.

Pete's leaned up in his chair across from Drake's mom and dad, "that's the same girl you invited to work there, isn't it, Alex?"

He groaned aloud and threw his head back. He didn't respond.

"It's not against Lynette's will. She's allowed to leave at any time." Edgar said.

Ulysses lifted his head, "but she's there with Alexander."

Alexander lurched up, and his eyelids lowered, "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

"Alex, don't cuss at your family."

Drake could see the amount of reflexive restraint Alexander had to keep himself from saying, "fuck off," to his dad.

Wenna laughed and grabbed at Ulysses's shoulder. She pushed him back onto the couch to look at Drake. "Remember when I jokingly said I always wanted a little sister?"

"Not the time, Wenna," Drake said. He felt the erratic heartbeat next to him, yet the lack of worry on Alexander's face. You're pretty good at hiding it.

"Don't worry, honey. We can all talk about everything at dinner." Their mom mustered up a cheerful grin.

His older brother swerved his head to Drake. "How bad has it been for her, Drake?" Ulysses asked.

Drake opened his mouth, then slowly closed, and grimaced. "Well-uh-better than I thought it would be..."

Ulysses audibly whined, "Charletta never wanted to go into detail about her adopted sibling." He sank down, partially slumping off the couch. His hands were over his face, "how was I supposed to put two and two together? She never mentioned her name until now."

Adopted? Drake questioned. That explains the apparent differences in appearances. I didn't put two and two together because of it. Not that I remember her telling us she was going on vacation? Or did she?

"Understandably so. I'd be hesitant to share that I have a human daughter at the same status as them too." Pete's remarked with his hands crossed over his chest.

Edgar audibly sighed, "I didn't think I'd need to do this, but I suppose if any other humans decide to stay longer than a day. A thorough investigation will be in order."

The half-wendigo stood up. Alexander pushed his glasses up and walked around the coffee table and the couch where Drake's parents were, "I'm gonna get some fresh air."

Pete's put his hands on the armrests, and he went to push himself from it.

"Alone." Alexander specified. He reached the backdoor that led to their decorative back patio.

Then Petes stared at Drake. He sighed and got up. I'm on baby sitting duty, got it. He got up and trailed behind Alexander.

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Alexander

Little shit had to follow me, didn't you? He thought with a soft head shake. He didn't mind Drake at all. Once they stepped outside, he looked over the nice trim and at least felt relieved to smell the fresh air inside of Lynette's delicious scent.

"What the hell!" Alexander said aloud, stopping at the koi pond. I fucking thought I was losing my mind when I smelled her. His body jittered with anticipation. Stop! He shouted in his head. He grumbled under his breath.

"I'm about as surprised as you are," Drake muttered.

"SURPRISED DOESN'T EVEN-" He turned back. "She's part of one of the strongest magic families we know..." That fucking explains why she tastes so damn good. She's a failed magus. Now her body just so...- He could feel his mouth starting to salivate. He didn't think he'd have to worry about any humans on his vacation. "Did they tell Lynette not to mention it? So she fucking lied straight to our faces about it."

Drake closed his eyes momentarily, the frantic earlier beats repeated in his ears. He shrugged, "by the sound of her heart when she ran into the room, I don't think she knew."

"How?" Alexander growled, "did they seriously not fucking tell her the whole time? How do they keep that hidden for that long?" Alexander bobbed his head back and forth, "If they erased her memory..." He rolled his eyes, "no, that's stupid. Over erasure poses a risk to the user and who they're using it on."

Drake exhaled, "I have no idea. I guess they would have to be careful..."

Careful, that doesn't begin to cut it. They'd use magic frequently. You'd have to take turns making sure she never sees it. When they were doing that, or she's that dumb and didn't notice. It really helped him concentrate on a viable reason. He could think of spells like muddle that would confuse individuals, which they could have used on her so she wouldn't understand what was happening. But again, overuse of anything mind-related can cause damage to both of them.

Drake's chuckle broke his thought, "you know, it's funny, isn't it...if she did decide to leave day one, we still would have met with her again anyway."

His stormish light blue hue stroked the pond's surface. "and now she's part of the family, isn't she?" Great. That... His stomach started to lightly growl. "She's going to be even more annoying than usual."

"Annoying? My sister's far from annoying."

Alexander flicked back, and Drake stared back at the door as well. Her older brother walked out to the backyard to meet them. "So, Drake," he pointed at the male with bangs over his eyes and then to the glasses-clad male, "and Alexander." Wicks smiled, yet he saw the hold of violence behind it. "You know, Lentils mentioned you both a couple of times."

Wicks approached without fear. He left himself open, only his radiating power accompanying him, even more than Charletta.

Wicks stopped where he was at least twenty feet from either of them, "Why do you both look so tense?" His eyes narrowed, "I just wanted to thank you both for caring for Lynette, as I'm sure you both have been."

Alexander felt the venom.

Drake spoke out, "we haven't done anything noteworthy."

Wicks's eyes fell onto Alexander. He knows what I am, doesn't he? Fuck. "Don't sell yourselves short." The magus turned his gaze to Drake, "because if I found out anyone ended up hurting her, whether it be a stranger or my brother...I'd kill them."

His tone had a severe tension, not that Alexander planned to hurt her, but he could feel the threat sinking deep. He broke it with laughter. "not that I have a brother, though."

Charletta peeked her head out, "Wicks, you should get unpacked!" Her voice sounded like she wanted to say more but refrained as soon as she noticed them. She gave a small wave. "Hey, boys."

Wicks turned around, "yeah."

Alexander exhaled aloud once they were left alone again.

"He's gonna kill us." Drake tried to smirk, "probably more so you."

"Shut up," Alexander said. He looked away and back at the pond. If he and I got into a fight, I would fucking lose...he's a pure fucking prodigy.

...

Lynette

I was alone in the dark. The conversation wouldn't leave my head. I told Madre I was going to take a shower and take rest. I told her I understood when I didn't.

I should be angry. I thought but couldn't muster it. I can't be because she's right. It wasn't even a sadness anymore. I didn't know what to think. My mind was stockpiled with so many thoughts I didn't even know what to ask.

I stared at the bumpy suitcase with its dimmed color. Everything looked so faint and devoid without the sun.

Is this what made Wicks so upset? This is what he wanted to tell me, wasn't it? I winced when I realized I could have told him about my struggles this whole time. Would I want to?

The door creaked open, and a burst of light blinded me. I squeaked out.

"ah!"

"What are you doing sitting here in the dark, Lentils," he sang sweetly.

I squinted through the brightness and up to him. "I was unpacking."

"In the dark?"

I looked back at the case, "yeah."

He sighed, walked in, and shut the door behind him. He dropped down across from the turquoise suitcase next to his maroon one. He pouted his lips, a dissatisfaction as he unzipped his luggage.

I did the same. And shifted through my clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, and the gifts I got for everyone. Including the one I brought for Wicks at the festival long ago. I had it under my bed and only remembered them because of the alarm on my phone I set the day before the trip.

I grabbed the small yen-like pouch with the little figurine I got him but stopped as he spoke.

"You should quit your job."

Was he talking to me? He didn't face me. I lowered his gift back.

"Huh?"

I traced his back with my eyes. His shoulders looked taut, and his ponytail looked like it'd unravel with any further nods or movement.

"I can pay for anything and everything you need," Wicks replied, taking out his toiletries.

I have already been there for two months. I can't give up and rely on your money again. "I don't need it. I have my own money."

He got up and didn't glance back, "Lentils, there's no reason for you to work."

"No reason?" I stood up, too, "Wicks, I'm gonna do this. I'm going to make it the year. Then I don't have to worry about money anymore." I'm not going to-. I squeezed my eyelids several times to shoo away the thoughts.

"You're not."

"I am."

Wicks looked back, and I could see the overwhelming concern and fear in his eyes. "You shouldn't be involved in any of this!"

"I've been for nearly two months. It's way too late for that!"

He lifted his head, let out a small yell, then looked back down at me. "It can't be! BECAUSE THEN THAT-" His vocals quit. I hadn't seen him so upset in a while.

"What?" The feeling in my chest returned. "Wicks!"

"I'm taking a shower."

"Wicks!" I went to grab his wrist, but he turned around his eyes glowed. His hand lit up, and I felt like something had pushed into me, like a gust of air. It knocked me on my butt and ruined my hair. I scrambled up.

"DID YOU USE MAGIC ON ME!!"

He entered the bathroom and closed the door before I could reach him.

...

This was submitted as a long list by @dionysusdoctrine . I cut off the last part because it has yet to be talked about AND the reason for moving frequently has not been talked about either. HOWEVER, you are correct. As it's explained here, Lynette has been part of the "monster world" a majority of her life. I have a energy chart I'll end up putting out eventually to explain this further for her!

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violetjedisylveon · 2 months

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Scared Little Monster

Bad Batch Werewolf AU chapter 8

Summary: Hunter and Echo talk to Omega. Crosshair gets beat up by an angry short Mandalorian

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: 🚫self hate, self loathing, self harm, blood, all that stuff🚫

A/N: I'm back with more Omega insecurity and angst! Time to traumatize my favorite character, again!

Bad Batch Werewolf AU Masterpost

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Omega peeled herself off the sticky floor and eased herself onto her knees. Her whole body hurt.

She tried to shift, just like she had every time she woke up.

She couldn't do it.

She still couldn't go back to being normal.

She hated it.

She hated the monster she was.

She wanted to scream.

She squeezed her arms tightly and didn't realize what she was doing until the smell of fresh blood hit her. She paused for a moment, she could feel her claws digging into her skin, her already angry skin screamed at her to stop.

So she pulled her fingers away from her skin and started pulling the fur she had left. It stung and she scratched herself a little each time, but she didn't really care.

A monster like her deserved all the pain it could take.

Omega choked back a sob and bit her lip, the salty tang of metal oozed into her mouth.

She didn't know how long she was like that, maybe minutes, maybe hours, but someone knocking on the door pulled her away from the mindless task of ripping herself apart.

"No." She croaked out.

"Omega…? It's Echo… Hunter and I have some medicine for you." Echo said calmly.

"Go away!" She shouted.

"We just want to help you Omega, we're worried." Hunter pleaded.

"We promise we won't get mad, no matter what you've done." Echo swore.

Omega glanced around her, at the sticky blood coating the bathroom floor, the small, bloodstained nest of towels, and the chunks of bloody fur she had ripped off.

"I doubt that." She muttered.

"Omega, I promise, I just want to help you." Echo said.

"Why would you wanna help a monster like me?" She mumbled into her cape.

"Kid you're not a-" Hunter started before Echo shushed him.

"Because that monster is a very sweet little kid who just needs some help, everyone makes mistakes, kid." Echo said softly.

Omega's hands moved without her head, she only caught up when she heard the latch clip open.

She couldn't let them see her like this!

They couldn't see her wolf!

They especially couldn't see her all beat up like this!

She wasn't even supposed to let her claws grow out! Much less use them on herself.

She whimpered and backed into a corner of the fresher, head tucked between her legs, waiting for the shouting to start.

"… kid…"

She let out a muffled scream.

Her heart was going way too fast. It wasn't normal, she wasn't normal! She had a stupid little monster heartbeat!

"Kid, breath." Hunter told her.

Her head shot up.

Why aren't they mad? Everyone was always mad at her for being such a horrible little monster.

She stole a glance at her brother's faces, they didn't look mad… for some reason…

They really should be. I made a huge mess they'll have to clean up.

She shoved her head back down and squeezed her legs closer to her chest. She hated the way her tail wrapped around her body.

She winced when Hunter drew in a sharp breath. She was an absolute mess and she knew it.

Nala Se would be so disappointed in her.

She was so terrible.

A horrible little monster who deserved nothing.

No kindness.

No chances.

Nothing.

Monsters only deserved one thing.

"Omega, can we help you?" Echo's calm voice broke through her thoughts.

"No. Monsters don't deserve help." Omega refused.

She heard Echo scoot a bit closer, his prosthetics scrapped against the bloody floor.

"Everyone deserves help, monsters too." He said.

Omega dared to peek up at him.

He still didn't look mad.

Maybe he isn't…? That stupid, impulsive, wrong part of her brain piped up.

Maybe… maybe, it had a point.

"Even if they bite people who help them?" She asked cautiously.

"Especially if they bite people, those that bite are just really scared and don't know what else to do." Echo said.

Omega quickly looked away from him. He was lying, he might have been saying nice things but he couldn't possibly mean them.

"You'd be mad if I bit you." She huffed.

"You wanna take that bet?" Echo prompted.

There was something on her head. It hurt! Before she could think to react properly, she wiped her head up and snapped at whatever was hurting her.

It was a quick snap, she definitely hit something.

Echo pulled his hand back and examined it carefully, then he smiled at her.

"See, I'm not mad." He said.

"Do I look mad to you Hunter?" He turned to Hunter, who was sitting slightly behind him now.

"Nope. Not at all." Hunter answered.

Omega stared at Echo's hand. There were two tiny pricks of blood welling up, and he didn't care.

"That doesn't make any sense." She said without thinking.

"How so?" Hunter prompted her.

"I bit you! Why aren't you mad?!" She shouted, much louder than she intended to.

"You didn't mean it. You bit me because you were scared. It happens." Echo said.

Omega blinked at him utterly dumbfounded. It made almost no sense.

"This isn't Kamino, kid, you can make mistakes, and you can have accidents. We won't get mad at you." Hunter told her.

"You're safe with us." Echo added.

Omega looked down at her red, angry skin, it burned with every movement she made. It hurt so much and while she knew she deserved it for being so bad, she wanted it gone. She didn't want her body to scream at her anymore.

Hesitantly, she leaned forwards until Hunter and Echo got the message she was too confused to properly convey.

Careful arms wrapped around her with a strong but gentle hug.

She cried quietly as they held her, whispering soft words of reassurance into her ears.

For some reason, her mangled tail started wagging.

She couldn't find it in herself to stop it.

"Let's get you cleaned up, alright kid?" Hunter said.

She could only nod.

Her mind began to slowly pick up speed as she sat there, silently watching her brothers clean her wounds, the older ones were starting to show signs of infection.

Her mind mulled over what she had just been told, and she trusted her brothers, she didn't have any reason not too but… trusting them meant she couldn't trust what Nala Se had told her, and maybe, when she really thought hard about it, Nala Se looked sad whenever she was reprimanded. Nala Se had always been more gentle and lenient with her… maybe… maybe… her brothers were right.

She liked that thought.

It made her feel warm and safe and not as much like a monster… she still was one… but she was just a scared little monster now…

A scared little monster was better than a horrible one.

Her brothers wrapped her arms snuggly in clean bandages.

"Can we wash your ears?" Echo asked quietly.

Omega nodded, said ears twitched as the water was turned on in the tub. Hunter ran a pair of clean cloths under the warm water and her brothers carefully worked the dried clumps of blood out of her hair and fur.

The room was warmer than it had been before, and she hadn't exactly had any good sleep the last two days. Plus her brothers were here to take care of her… yeah she could sleep now.

She could sleep.

She wanted to sleep.

XXX

Hunter carried Omega out of the fresher, she was bandaged up and fast asleep.

He set her down in her makeshift room, building a little nest with blankets and pillows and any soft things he could scrounge up. He gave her Lula and quietly left her to her slumber, hoping she'd be better when she woke up.

He came into the cockpit, catching the tail end of Echo explaining to Tech and Wrecker what their next steps were. Crosshair was missing however.

"Any of you seen Cross?" He asked once the conversation was over.

"Oh, he's probably getting the shit beat out of him." Echo chuckled before taking a sip of his caf.

Hunter stared at him for a moment.

"What?"

"You heard me." Echo said before he left the cockpit.

"I didn't understand you." Hunter growled after his older brother, following him out of the marauder.

He heard Tech and Wrecker curiously following as well.

Echo stood at the bottom of the ramp, staring out into the dimly lit street while absently swirling his mug of caf. His ears were perked, he was waiting for something.

Hunter could hear someone walking around near their ship. A soft growl escaped him, he scanned the darkness for the possible threat.

"Oh, whatcha looking for?"

Hunter did not jump, and he absolutely did not scream at the unfamiliar voice right in his ears.

A Mandalorian, a rather short Mandalorian, was standing off the side of the ramp, with an unconscious Crosshair tossed over their shoulder, and a shit eating grin no doubt underneath that helmet. Echo was looking pretty smug himself.

"How did you-"

"I have my ways of getting around those senses." They said smugly.

"Why'd ya-" Wrecker started.

"He told my niece she didn't deserve to be alive." They answered before he could even finish.

"She's a friend of Naylaz's family." Echo piped up.

"And did you know this was happening?" Hunter asked.

Echo gave him a smug look and took another sip of his caf.

"Course he knew, you gotta ask a pack leader about this sorta stuff, common courtesy really." The Mandalorian said.

"I'm the leader of this squad." Hunter growled.

"But not the pack leader." She said.

"Ain't that the same thing?" Wrecker asked.

"Nope." Echo said.

"Did you actually give someone permission to beat Crosshair up?" Tech inquired.

"Permission isn't the word I'd use. It's more like she gave me a heads up." Echo shrugged.

"Yep! It was gonna happen one way or another, just be glad I didn't poison him." The Mandalorian said in an all too cheerful voice.

She shifted Crosshair's weight off her shoulder and lazily tossed him in Hunter's general direction. Hunter caught his brother before he could hit his head on the ground. A large bruise was forming on his cheek, he growled at the Mandalorian.

"Oh don't get your tail in a twist, I didn't hit him too hard." She scoffed.

"So how's your pup doing?" She asked, turning towards Echo.

"Better, we finally got her out of the fresher and got her cleaned up, she's sleeping right now." Echo said, talking like this was a casual conversation with a friend and not someone who just beat up his brother, even if it was admittedly kinda deserved.

"That's good, Kiwi's been asking about her, she still feels really bad about the whole thing no matter how many times we tell her not to be." The Mandalorian shook her head and sighed good naturedly.

"Kids sure are a handful." Echo chuckled.

"Oh you don't know the half of it yet, yours hasn't even started puberty yet." She punched Echo's shoulder lightly.

"See ya round!" She gave them all a lazy salute, tossed some small flare up into the air and just like that, she was gone as suddenly as she'd appeared.

Echo just chuckled to himself and kept drinking his caf.

"Echo, explain what that was." Hunter ordered.

Echo glanced over his shoulder.

"It's a long story involving a panic attack and a bakery."

XXX

Omega woke up in a haze surrounded by warmth and softness instead of the cold, hard, sticky floor. She didn't open her eyes and instead burrowed deeper into the warm blankets. She was content to stay sleeping for the rest of the day, or night, she didn't really know what time it was.

She felt eyes on her, it wasn't the familiar gaze of one of her brothers, but it felt safe all the same.

Sleepily, she lifted her head to see whoever was watching her.

Something was sitting on top of the port wall, staring down at her with glowing eyes.

It was watching her, and she felt a wave of calm wash over them as she made eye contact. The Loth how'd she know what it was? nodded to her.

Somehow, some instinct deep inside of her told her this Loth currently watching over her was someone she could trust.

Sleep. Safe now.

The thought was compelling it didn't come from her mind but she could accept it and with the Loth watching over her like that, she could sleep peacefully, knowing she was extra safe.

Omega smiled up at the Loth guardian and tucked her head back down into the warm blankets of her nest. She found sleep coming to her far more easily, like it was being pushed towards her, a gentle wave lapping at her feet. She heard words that didn't come from anyone she knew bounce around her head.

"Sleep ad'ika, you're safe."

Yeah, I am safe.

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Am I too mean to Crosshair?

No.

He's canonically a space Nazi and he's my punching bag for real life people I don't like.

Just gonna say that Omega isn't going to be back to normal after this, she's just gonna be a less self destructive mess, with the delightful possibility of sliding back.

I really love Omega in case you couldn't tell, that's why I'm putting her through hell! She's my favorite.

I'll fix it eventually, maybe, probably.

I hope you all have a good day whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #54

Last night, after I made the locket, I made pumpkin soup for you. But I cannot give it to you, so instead I gave it to all my friends at the place I like to go to. They were having a soup contest, so it was the perfect excuse. I've never made pumpkin soup before. But I'll walk you through how I made it nonetheless, because I think it turned out really well.

I started out with about 4 cups of my famous (it's not really famous, haha!) bone broth. Do you remember the letter I wrote to you about that, a while back? The broth I make is nutritious and intensely flavorful, so I'm glad that I had saved some of it in the freezer. It really came in handy for this:

To this, I added 4 cans of pureed pumpkin. I wished I could use fresh mashed and roasted pumpkin, but it's out of season:

I know that maybe it looks gross, but I promise you, it's very tasty stuff. It's everything I can do to resist eating it straight from the can with a spoon, hahaha!

I used a whisk to incorporate the pureed pumpkin into the broth. It looked like this by the time I was done:

From there, I incorporated maybe half a pint of heavy cream or thereabouts; it's very ballparked - I poured from the pint "until the whispered voices of my ancestors told me to stop", or so the saying goes:

...There are a lot of random sayings in my world that I think you would find delightful, actually. I really wish you were here; there are so many beautiful and funny and joyful things I want to show you. I'd give just about anything to bring out the sparkle in your eyes, the joyful smile in your face, and the delighted laughter in your voice.

I'm sorry that I couldn't somehow be around to help you when you needed it most. I'm sorry that I can't just snap my fingers and swap our places, so that you can have this beautiful life that I have now; I'm not as deserving of it as you would be if you could be here. I didn't start out kind and good like you did. You started out good and fell down. I started out bitter and managed to claw my way back up, but... only because I had help. I'm not sure I'd have managed on my own. And in your shoes, I'm certain that I'd have cracked under the pressure long before you did.

...Still. Even knowing what horrors are likely coming for you, I'd still gladly trade places so that you don't have to suffer. I'd do it in a heartbeat; I wouldn't even hesitate. The people in my immediate vicinity deserve someone more present, more capable, more wise and empathetic, and a bit less clumsy and glitchy than me anyhow. You'd fit quite nicely in my place, I think.

In any case, heavy cream adds a touch of decadence to things, but you have to be careful how much you use, because if you add too much, it'll mute other flavors:

From here, I just took a whole block of cream cheese and plopped it in there:

I waited for the heat of the rest of the soup to soften it, and then I used the whisk to incorporate it smoothly. Easy peasy.

But it was still missing a certain something. A friend of mine was visiting while I was making this, and so I asked her for her opinion. She suggested that it was missing a kind of caramelized, Maillard-reaction-esque sort of flavor. And she was absolutely correct. So I got to work pureeing some sweet onions:

Onions have a lot of sugar in them, and with just a little butter and heat, it's easy to bring out the nutty, caramelized flavor hidden within them:

From here, I incorporated it into the soup:

...I know it looks burnt, hahaha! But I promise you it isn't; the flavor is a complex mix of sweet and savory with that characteristic allium zing; it's VERY delicious.

Here's how the soup looked after the caramelized onions were whisked in:

My friend and I agreed that it didn't need anything more. Though one of my husbands (the one who does not hate soup) tried it, and was sad that it did not taste like pumpkin pie, hahaha! The flavor of this one is closer to something like tomato bisque, except with pumpkin instead of tomato - more savory than sweet.

The next day (which is today!), I brought it to the place. There were 7 other soups there. I'll show you the pictures.

Here's mine in the lineup. You're supposed to drizzle it with the table cream, and then sprinkle some pumpkin seeds on top:

This one was made by our leader. It had a well-balanced flavor and incredible texture:

This one was sweeter than I expected, but it was still very good! The variety of ingredients made for an interesting medley of flavors and textures:

This one was a bit thinner than I expected, but it was still very good! The flavors were spot on for this one!

This combination here is a classic. As you can see, there is a reason it's a classic; it's almost all gone! These flavors work really well together, and the chicken in this one was juicy and tender:

This one. This one managed to be sweet and buttery and savory all at once. I've never had a French onion soup as good as this one. This was my second favorite:

There were even little cheese breads to dunk in there!

Finally, there was this gem of a soup:

I'm sorry, but no description can do this one justice. This was my favorite one, hands down.

So, we all got little cups to put the soup in so we could try them all and select our two favorites. Mine is the top right cup!

Anyway, selecting our favorites is why we get two pennies. We put the pennies into the green cups next to the soups we liked best. I voted for the French onion and the creamy potato bacon soups.

The two soups with the most votes gets a prize. First place was the potato bacon soup. And in second place was the cheesy broccoli soup! Mine came in third place, but if I had just one more vote, I would have tied for second place.

A couple of people came to me and told me that I should have voted for my own soup, and to be sure, I did a fine job of making pumpkin soup for my first attempt, but I liked the other two I voted for better. I'm not sad about how it turned out; I made the soup with the intention of creating joy, not with the intention of competing.

Nonetheless, one of the prizes was a pair of bowls of this type:

The person who won the bowls liked my soup so much that they gave me one of theirs! I was surprised and touched by the gesture!

...Sadly, though, my bowl didn't make it into my front door whole. We got home and I tried to carry too many things back into the house at once (I really ought to know better by now, but it seems I never learn...), and the bowl ended up falling out of my clumsy, dyspraxic hands and shattering on the asphalt of the parking lot:

...I was, for a moment, devastated and stunned. I almost cried; my eyes welled up, but they didn't spill. My husband who was with me helped me pick up the pieces. We brought them into the house.

This thing occurred. And it might seem sad at first glance, but it's not; I promise you: in a few days' time, I will be sipping the soup I made for you from this bowl, and when I do, it will be an even more beautiful bowl than how it looked before it shattered. I won't tell you how; I'm going to leave you in suspense (neener, neener, neener! 🤭). You'll have to read tomorrow's letter to find out.

So keep yourself safe, all right? Make good choices so that you don't disappear. You gotta read tomorrow's letter. And the letter after that. And the letter after that. Okay? Promise me. Because you're loved and needed and wanted in this world. And because you're not hopeless or alone or broken beyond repair.

I'll write again tomorrow. I promise.

Your friend, Lumine

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HAIIIII FOR THE GIFT

FOR YOU MY ANGEL!!!! 🪲🦊

"Do you ever regret it?"

The question startled PR1ZE. "Regret what?"

H1VE's first annual Christmas party was in full swing. They were at OVER Jess's cabin this year. Everyone had just exchanged presents, and now they were just enjoying each other's company and the cookies the cowboys had provided. Cheesy christmas music played from somewhere.

PR1ZE was tangled with Cicada on the couch, Jessica having gone and checked in with her iterations about something, half listening to some conversation Mantis and Mika were having. Or at least, he was. Now her attention was focused on Cicada.

"I don't know, just... sorry. The noise and all the people, it's, I dunno, fucking with my head." Cicada glanced around as they spoke, clearly on edge.

PR1ZE tugged him off the couch by the arm. "C'mon, Bug. Some fresh air might do you some good."

Outside was colder than PR1ZE expected. She ducked inside Cicada's jacket and smiled up at her. She looked back down at him as she wrapped her arms around him, smirk pulling at her mouth. Hot.

"Love you, Bug. Now what was it you were saying? Regret?"

"I just worry sometimes. Sometimes I.. I miss when H1VE was smaller. Me and you and the cowboys."

"You do?"

"I mean, of course it's nice, and I love everyone in H1VE. I wouldn't trade any of you for the world. It's just..." Cicada paused, searching for the right words. "Scary, being responsible for so many people."

"You aren't responsible for us, Bugbear."

"It's my time travel organization, isn't it? It was my idea to go to Base."

The question hung between the lovers for a second.

"I.. I started all this. I'm responsible for you guy's safety."

Oh. "Is this about...?"

"No, this isn't about... him. Or what happened." Cicada spoke too quickly, and as they spoke, they rubbed the scar on wing's cheek with the palm of wing's hand. It was a nervous habit. Bird winced. The scar was still fresh.

PR1ZE knew enough about his Bug to know that it was, in fact, absolutely about "him", and J, and every other member of H1VE that had been endangered.

"It's not your fault, Bug, none of it was. They made their own decisions, and we've made ours. You did everything that you could."

For a while, Cicada didn't respond. There was only the sounds of the wind and the party inside. PR1ZE rested her head against Cicada's chest to hear their heartbeat. She could listen to that sound forever. She would live inside their heart if she could.

"I guess. You're probably right."

"I know I am."

"Love you, Fox." He kissed the top of his head and moved the hand that was at his face to his hair. PR1ZE purred.

"Love you too, Bugbrain."

"Now let's get inside. Capybara'll be worried if we disappear without warning."

PR1ZE, despite his complaints, let Cicada kick him out of the safety that was her jacket and drag her back into the party. He stayed glued to their side for the rest of the night. He would do anything for them.

That night, curled up in between her partners on their shared bed, she noticed Cicada staring down at her.

"Get some sleep, Cicada."

Cicada smiled, but it seemed tired. They always looked more tired without their piercings in and their glasses on.

"Sorry, PR1ZE. I'm just... still thinkin'. Can't sleep."

"It wasn't your fault."

"...yeah. Yeah."

"G'night, Bug."

"Night, Fox."

#cicada walters #PR1CADA #PR1CAD1CA #ty for the ask !!!! sorry it took so long #merry (late) crisis crow <3

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indolencegorilla · 1 year

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Cheeseburgers and Stethoscopes: Chapter 2

It was the middle of November when I was due to get my shoulder checked out again. I made sure to get a fresh haircut and I took a shower earlier that day. Hey, you never know. I even bought some perfume, but it didn't feel like me, so I didn't end up using it.

He was obviously into fit guys since he had complimented my arms before, so I made sure to wear a tight T-Shirt that would give him a good view of my biceps and muscular torso. If he could show off, why couldn't I.

„Dr Ali will see you now!“, I heard the receptionist say. As I got up to walk to the doctor's office, my heartbeat got faster. What was going to happen here today?

This time, Omar was already sitting in his office.

„What's up, doc?“, I smiled at him.

He grinned at me, raising a bushy eyebrow.

„Same as ever. How are you doing today, Mr Allen?“.

„Pretty good. Honestly, I haven't really had any pain at all. I think I'm fully recovered“.

The doctor nodded. „I'm glad to hear it. I'd still like to give you a proper checkout, just to be sure. If you could lie down over there, please“.

He motioned towards the examination table in the room.

I did as I was told. Omar was looking through some papers at his desk, giving me a good opportunity to get a good look at him. There was something different today. He looked a bit... tired.

Whereas last time he was clean shaven, he had some stubble now, and somehow his forehead was a bit wrinkled, like he had been stressed out a lot. Something going on at home maybe? He gave out a quiet sigh, took off his jacket and put it over the backrest of his chair.

There it was again, that tight, white T-Shirt. He stood up in his slow, lazy manner, and turned around to face me. The sight was almost too much for me. The fat man's shirt had ridden up, exposing his hairy underbelly to me.

His belly was shaped like a beach ball, just as I had remembered it. I could make part of the deep, gaping hole that would be his belly button. That shirt really was ridiculously small.

He had big sweat stains under his armpits, and one on the upper side of his big gut, right where his belly met his meaty man tits. Was he really this hot in here? It actually seemed rather cold to me. I figured it had to be the result of the physical exhaustion of heaving that mountainous body around the office all day.

He still smelled great though. That damn irresistible aftershave.

„Alright Mark, let's have a look, shall we?“

The portly doctor walked up behind me, and started feeling my shoulders.

„Tell me if this hurts“

Then I had an idea. A dumb, impulsive one at that, but before I could stop myself I had already opened my mouth.

„Hey, Doc... would it help if I took my shirt off?“

He stopped and was stunned for a second. Presumably, whether my shirt was on or off was completely irrelevant for this sort of minor inspection.

„Alright, well... that would be good, yes. It would be easier for me too... find the right...“

„Not a problem at all, Doc“

I smiled and had my shirt off before he could even finish. Omar looked pretty dumbfounded. He stared at my toned upper body for a good 5 seconds. I wonder if this is how he looks at food, I thought.

„Right“, he said and continued to lightly press against different points of my shoulder with his chubby fingers.

I could tell I'd freaked him out a bit. The big man's hands were shaky and his breathing was getting louder. So I thought I'd steer the conversation back into his comfort zone.

„So, I'm not really feeling anything out of the ordinary. That's good, right? Can I tell my gym partner I'll be back under the shoulder press next time I go?“

Omar cleared his throat.

„Yes, you should be good. If you're not feeling any pain at all“.

Then after a pause he added:

„That gym partner is your girlfriend I'm guessing? Must be a nice activity for you guys to do together after work“.

I was stunned for a second, caught off guard by the directness of his question.

„No, just a friend. Before, I used to go with my ex-boyfriend acually, but I've been single for a bit now“.

He sighed and said with a sarcastic tone in his voice:

„Must be nice“.

Must be nice? What was that supposed to mean. I decided to test him a little.

„Couldn't that be something for you and your wife to do? Going to the gym together?“

„Hmm“, said the doctor, furrowing a brow.

„I don't see that in our future“.

I had no idea what that meant. Could he be anymore cryptic? I stared at the ceiling for a bit and tried to think about what to ask him next. Then, suddenly he gave me a playful punch to the arm.

„So you like the rugged, muscular guys, huh? I mean, if you worked out with your boyfriend all the time, he must have been at least as fit as you“.

„Not neccessairly“, I answered carefully.

„I mean... I like to be in good shape, that's my preference. But for a partner, it... I actually like if they're a bit more... laid back about that sort of stuff“

The Doctor just nodded and didn't say anything else. I could have sworn there was a smirk on his face though.

We were both silent for a while. I've never been examined by a doctor for such a long time. At this point, he was basically just massaging my shoulders. I probably would've enjoyed it a lot, if I wasn't putting all my concentration into not getting a hard on right then and there.

Then he stopped.

„Right, it seems you're in tip-top shape, Mark. I'm going to let you go, but you're just going to have to sign this for me...“

He looked over to the little table to my right.

„Ah, let me just grab this for you“.

With that, he reached out his arm to grab the form for me to sign. Only, he couldn't quite reach the table. As he tried to extend his right arm further, his shirt was riding up over his gut again.

Only this time, it went all the way over his belly button, exposing his portruding pot belly almost all the way up to his man boobs. I couldn't believe this was happening.

And then, with one uncoordinated movement, he slammed his oversized, fully exposed beer gut right in my face.

He was straight up resting his fat on my face now. Fuck. For a few seconds, I was in heaven. I could feel a few small hairs and the taste of sweat on my lips. His belly on my face felt heavy but soft at the same time.

I couldn't control myself any longer. If this was this guys's way of coming on to me, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist.

After what felt like an eternity, Omar had the form and returned to his former position, pulling his shirt back over that fat gut of his like it was nothing.

„You can just sign here, please“.

I was perplexed. He didn't apologize, or address what had happened in any way. He didn't address the fact that I had a boner showing through my jeans either. We just went to the standard motions of a doctor's appointment like nothing had happened.

We had some light small talk after that, but again, it was just regular chit-chat. I mean, he was married. What was I expecting, I guess. Absent-mindedly I looked down at his hands to look at the wedding ring.

I couldn't believe it.

The ring was gone. My heart started beating again. Maybe I was overthinking this. Maybe this meant nothing at all. But if it was between possibly embarassing myself or never seing this gorgeous, charming man again, the choice seemed pretty obvious to me.

„Alright, and remember not to overstress your shoulders again“, said Omar.

„We're all getting older, you have to start being more careful with this kind of stuff“.

„Alright, Doc“, I nodded. „I'll be on my way, but hey, since you mentioned it...“

I paused quickly and looked him in the eyes.

„I'm working out this evening. How about I come by after you're finished up here and take you along? It might be more chill to go with a friend, you know. Just an idea.“

Omar looked surprised at first. Then started to give me a sheepish, almost intimidated look.

I was confused for a second, but started to laugh when I realized what he was getting at.

„Or I'll come by after I've worked out and we could go to a fast food place and blow off some steam, if that's more your speed“.

The fat doctor smiled.

„Yes that sounds like a lovely idea“.

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I apologize profusely for being this bad at updating my stories. I'm a horrible procrastinator.

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Twisted Thoughts

❗Author's Note❗** Please be advised that this is for mature audience. If you don't wish to read anything related to the subject please do NOT proceed. Thank you!

**Description** CNC, you can imagine who you want, fem/reader, male/partner, it's basically just CNC, Idk what else to say, dirty talk?

You didn't exactly live in the safest place. You've heard your fair share of offenders your friends have gone through, but it's never happened to you. Maybe it's a little naive for you to think that it's never gonna happen to you, but it never has before. What's to say it'll ever happen? And that's why you're out, walking down to your apartment with your shoes in your hands, walking home after a night out with your friends. "It's just a couple blocks, I'll be fine!" You assured your friends twenty minutes ago when they'd offered you a ride home in their carpool. But you shook your head, smiling. "I wanna get some fresh air anyway." The night is cool, a little windy, the breeze settling in your bones like a lullaby. You adore the night life, the twinkling lights, the low hum of city life. It's peaceful, lovely. almost too good to be true, but you ignore that nagging feeling in your gut that tells you to walk a bit faster.

"You should be careful. Especially in this alley." You freeze.

"i- what?" A shadow materializes in front of you, and you can barely make out a shape.

"You know, you're a pretty girl. Someone might try something," He starts. "You shouldn't be out alone." You laugh weakly.

"Yeah, I know. It would really suck to get mugged."

"Mhm," he hums. "They could do more than mug you, you know. There's been more and more slasher cases now, haven't you heard?" You acknowledge his remarks with small nods and hums. It's unnerving, and though you know he just means it for your benefit, you kinda wish he'd just stop talking. Or change the subject. "There's also been quite a lot of assault cases. Like, rape cases. you've gotta watch out, baby. They prey on pretty little girls like you."

"Can you not talk about that?" You shudder. "I don't feel-"

"I'm just sayin'," he shrugs. "They'd just take you, into one of these alleyways," he jabs a thumb in the direction of one you'd just walked past. "Corner you," he steps just a little closer to you. "Just like this." He backs you into a wall now, tall and looming over you. You frown, mouth run dry.

"What are you-"

"I'm showing you how it'd happen, sweetheart," he's dangerously close to you. You can feel his breath on your cheek, on your neck. "and you're so pretty. so hard to resist."

"I-," your voice wavers. "Please let me move."

"How about," he smiles gently, hand trailing up your arm. "I give you a little treat. Hmm? What about it?" You look up at him, paralysed in fear.

"What do you want from me?"

"C'mere." He grabs your wrist, thick fingers tightening around you before pulling you into a small alleyway. He pulls you right next to him, chest to chest. You can feel his broad chest, rock hard under his turtleneck, his steady heartbeat. Being so close to him makes you weak, just a little at the knees, your thighs clenching together subconsciously. He's so strong, thick arms wrapping around you to hold you up. "Don't go fallin' on me, princess." There's a sense of danger that nags at the back of your head, but you can't seem to hear it as he spins you around, shoving you into the brick wall. Your palms come up against the rough surface, helplessly pushing against it, your cheek squished to the wall. "So easy," he sneers. "I could take you just like this, baby. I could kiss you," you feel his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear, making contact against your neck. "touch you so easily." You feel his hand snake to your front, palming against the silk of your dress. One hand gropes your tits, soft and plush and he groans into your ear, grinding his front against your ass. "Pull your dress down," he murmurs, hands gripping the bottom and tugging down. "I bet you like me playing with your nipples, don't you?" Your throat is raw. Your mouth is dry, unspeaking, eyes fluttering closed as he pinches your nipples, cold and pebbled in the chilly air. Why is he touching you? Why is he- he's a stranger but he's a good guy, he wouldn't do this to you. He's just showing you, just telling you to be careful, isn't he? Your thighs rub together, a small sound escaping your lips. He pants into your neck, hand rucking up the bottom of your dress. "and then," he continues. "I'd touch you here." His knuckles drag along the crotch of your panties, and he curses. "Holy fuck. You're getting off on this, princess? You're soaked." His fingers slide under your panties, rubbing against your drooling heat.

"i-" you start, but he cuts you off when his fingers slip into your tight hole, your words twisting into a whine. "What- what are you-"

"Shhh," he hushes you, pressing a kiss to your lips. He tastes like apples and honey, with just a tinge of expensive wine. "Let it happen. Let me take care of you." He bunches up your skirt over your hips, slipping your panties down your thighs. "Gotta learn how to say thank you, yeah?" His fingers fuck into you slowly, almost gently, like he's massaging against your g-spot. you're crumpling in his hands, shaking your head vehemently.

"I don't want this, please, don't take my virginity-"

"You're a virgin," he gasps mockingly. "and yet you're fucking soaked for a total stranger. I'm beginning to think you're lyin' to me princess. Go on, push me away. Push me away if you want me to stop." But you can't, not with his fingers crooking right up against your g-spot. You gasp as his other hand finds your clit, rubbing messy circles.

"I- i, fuck," you breathe, your orgasm building in your stomach. You can feel it, the familiar sensation that has your toes curling, your head tilting up. He takes advantage of this, planting his lips on your neck and sucking, nibbling just slightly and you melt.

"I-," you stutter. "I'm cummin-, cumming-!"

"I'm gonna let you cum," he whispers. "I'm nice enough. Other fuckers wouldn't even care. But I'd make you cum, baby," his fingers fuck into you faster, abusing you. "Just like that. Let me rape you, hm? You make it so fuckin' easy for me." You can't help the words that spill out of your mouth as you cum hard around his fingers.

"Rape me, rape me," you murmur, eyes glassy. "I need- fuck, need you to-" he chuckles.

"You want me to rape you, baby?" he kisses the nape of your neck. "say it again."

"Pl- please-," your voice is hoarse, wavering. "want you to- to rape me. s-steal my virginity." He's on you faster than you can even register it. You feel his stiff member resting on your back, groaning something in your ears that you can't quite comprehend, your mind hazy with the need for him to be inside you. Whining, you push your hips back against his, silent begging for his touch.

"I got you, I got you. Slow down, sweetheart." his hands fit on your hips, the dips and curves melting under his warm fingers. "I'm being so kind to you, you know? No one else would ever rape you like this."

"T-thank you," you mutter, head swarming. His tip presses up against your slit, the head catching as he pushes, pushes so hard to fit. You gasp, falling forward into the rough wall again. You try to wiggle out of his grip, running from him. "W-wait, wait- you're huge, it's not gonna-" You feel stinging on one side of your face.

"Don't move." he commands you, voice silvery and cool. "I've been so nice. Don't make me angry." He smooths a hand down your back before spreading your legs wider. "You're gonna take it, okay? I'm gonna make it fit." He rubs the reddening skin softly, soothing it before he starts pushing into you again. You whimper, shoving a hand between your teeth to muffle it as he pushes past the tight ring of muscle, bottoming out inside you with one sharp thrust. "There we go," he murmurs. "See? you can take it. Your little virgin parts can take it." You melt into his arms as he fucks you, somehow both gentle and rough. His thrusts are sharp but slow, calculated to hit against your sweet spot with every thrust. He's filling the silence with gentle coos, encouraging you as you wither away, gasping and panting and begging. "You like this, baby?" he kisses your temple. "Like a stranger taking advantage of your sweet virgin parts like this? Go on. Use your big girl words."

"I-i like it," you stutter, fucked dumb by the stretch of his member. "I like it s-so much, Plea-..." He hums.

"I can tell. You're clenching on me, princess.'' His thrusts grow faster, sharper. "I'm gonna cum in you, yeah? You came once already, now it's my turn." Your eyes widen at his words, shaking your head violently, soft please, don't, pull out please's on the tip of your tongue when his hand comes up to your face, stocky fingers pushing past the seam of your lips. He presses down on your tongue, hooking against the inside of your cheek. "That wasn't a request, baby. I am going to cum inside you." You're overpowered, overwhelmed. His member is kissing your cervix with every thrust now, hips jutting against your ass. It's all so much, too much that your eyes flutter shut, your body giving up its last thread of resistance. He holds you up, fucking into you like a toy. "Like my own personal fucktoy," he murmurs against your skin. "all mine to fuck and breed." His words echo in the empty chamber of your brain. All his to fuck and breed. All his to fuck and breed. You're lost in it, in the way the tip of his member catches just slightly on the tiny hole of your cervix, the pain ever so slight. He fucks you like he's just as lost in you, the warmth of your walls, you're dripping, and every time he glances down he can see the white ring around the base of his member. He groans, hips stuttering. "I'm cumming," he warns you. "Are you gonna take it like a good little girl? Let me fill your virgin parts with hot rapist cum, hmm?" You nod pathetically, begging for it, please, let me have it. And he does, groaning as he buries himself into you. He grinds in small circles as he fills you, as warmth shoots up into you. You're crying, nails scratching the walls as he fills you over and over, stuffing you to the brim. And then he pulls out, and you can feel his cum dripping out of you. You shiver, fully exposed to the outside world. Shaking, you turn around and he's gone. You walk around the corner and see him.

"You ready to go home, babe?" You smile and nod, he wraps his arm around you and you two walk home.

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