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princessconsuela120 · 8 months

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Chapter Ten: That Funny Feeling

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Chapter Warnings: Pregnancy, grooming..? Kinda, big girl problems, mentions of sex, angst, cursing

Author’s note: this one kinda hurt me lowkey, but I love it😭. Only a little bit longer of season one, guys the baby’s almost here I hope you’re excited. Don’t forget to vote comment and repost! Eat up!!

Chapter art by @clownfacepancakes120 & @silvell

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I HONESTLY COULDN'T BEGIN TO EXPLAIN HOW QUICKLY I STORMED UP TO KYLE AT HIS LOCKER THE NEXT DAY IN SCHOOL. I couldn’t entirely tell how angry I was, or why, maybe it was because of my pregnancy hormones. They always seemed to be through the roof whenever I was around Kyle. It was almost like ever since Kenny told me he was still going to prom, going without me, and to make matters worse with Rebecca Cotswolds, I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around anything else.

“Are you honestly and truly going to prom with Rebecca Cotswolds?” I asked angrily, slamming his locker shut. He looked at me with wide eyes, gulping in fear when his eyes met mine.

“Hi.” He said shortly, trying to smile but his anxious nerves took over.

“Kenny just said...That you were gonna go with her.” I continued, feeling my chest compress with anger.

“Yeah. I did ask her if she wanted to go. A bunch of us are gonna go to Casa Bonita and then prom… And then go to Cartman’s cousin’s cabin. So… We're getting a stretch limo.”

I pressed my lips together, nodding my head, trying to hide the rage that my face was trying to force out.

“You must be pretty stoked that you're not taking me.” I said, tilting my head slightly as Kyle sighed.

“You're mad. Why are you mad?” He asked, his breathing become even more unsteady.

“I'm not mad. I'm in a great mood.” I shrugged, letting out a loud fake laugh as I continued. “Despite the fact that I'm in a fat suit I can't take off. And despite the fact that everyone's making fun of me behind my back. And despite the fact that I almost lost my brother because of this. And despite the fact that your girlfriend gave me the stink eye in art class.” I grumbled, making Kyle sigh once again.

“Rebecca’s not my girlfriend. And I doubt she gave you the stink eye. That's just the way her face looks, you know? That's just her face.” He stuttered, looking up at the celling to avoid my eye contact.

“Yeah. You just take Soupy Sales to prom. I can think of so many cooler things to do. Like I might pumice my feet. I might go to Big Gay Al’s and you know, pet his cats. Maybe get hit by a truck full of hot garbage juice. Because all those things would be way cooler than going to prom with you.” I continued to shout, now this time Kyle scoffed.

“You're being really immature. You have no reason to be mad at me. I mean, you broke my heart. I should be royally ticked off at you. I should be really cheesed off. I shouldn't wanna talk to you anymore.”

“Why? Because I got bored and had sex with you and I didn't wanna marry you?” I said angrily, making him roll his eyes.

“Like I'd marry you. You'd be the meanest wife ever.” I rolled my eyes at him, and he just looked away to continue talking. “And I know you weren't bored. Because there was a lot of stuff on TV. And They were streaming dirty dancing on Hulu and you love dirty dancing. And you were like, “oh I love this movie, Patrick Swayze is my husband. But, oh, no, we should just make out instead."”

He looked away again, but I didn’t. I stared straight at him, carving daggers into his skin with my eyes. I hated it, all of it. I think the baby hated it too, cause I don’t think I’ve ever felt it kick so hard. ‘Stop, stop arguing, you know you love him.’ It’s almost like that angry fetus churning inside of me knew that too. But I couldn’t stop.

“All right, you just take Rebecca the douche packer to prom. I'm sure you two will have, like, a real bitchen time.” I said, throwing up gang signs to make fun of her.

“Well, I still have your underwear.” He teased, making me roll my eyes as I glared back at him.

“I still have your virginity.”

“God, would you shut up?” He grumbled, rolling his eyes. He sighed, as if he was bracing himself. For a second I could tell he hated this just as much as I did. “I don’t understand the big deal. I mean, Jo you won’t even let me tell my parents. I get it, you’re giving the baby up, you don’t want anything to do with me, but it’s like I don’t even exist to you anymore.”

That one stung. Now I have known Kyle since preschool. I mean, we played in the same sand box at the playground. I couldn’t get my sand castle right, so he decided to come help me. That was of course until Cartman came and stepped on our entire masterpiece, and Kyle hugged me when I cried. We were 4, I barely even remember anything else from that age. And then there was 4th grade, where our entire lives seemed to begin. There was our first kiss on the playground, getting married in his backyard, saving his ass while trying to defeat professor chaos. There was everything, he was everything. And then there was the science trip. I had gained confidence from the bottle of Landshark that I snuck into our room, and we had to share a bed. Not that I didn’t want to, I did. I don’t know why I let things escalate from there. Why I didn’t just assume everything would be fine, nothing would come from it. We were just gonna make out, and I could get over my stupid crush. It would be so simple. And then we had sex, and now I’m in even more love with his stupid curly ginger hair.

“Are you ashamed that we did it?” I asked angrily, sass clinging onto my tone as he shook his head sadly, looking back up at me.

“No.”

“Because at least you don't have to have the evidence under your sweater. I'm a planet.” I shouted, creating a new silence between us. It was like he forgot he was supposed to be angry for a second.

“Let me get your bag. You shouldn't carry that.” He said, reaching for my backpack as a shoved him away.

“What's another 10 pounds?” I hissed lowly, before quickly walking in the other direction, once again leaving Kyle dumbfounded and sad at his locker.

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“Hi. Wow, that shirt's working hard.” Mark said, looking down at my now very large bump that was beneath my signature Garfield shirt. I was only about 6 or 7 month along now, but for some reason this baby was huge. It’s kind of funny actually, when I talked to Sheila about it she unknowingly admitted to me that Kyle was also a huge baby, not aware that he most likely was the reason this child was huge. I swear I could’ve been having twins or something.

“Is Vanessa here?” I asked, walking in and looking around, hoping to blow off some steam and watch a horror or something. Away from my family, away from Kyle, away from everything.

“No. We are safe.”

“Sweet.” I said, slinging my back off my shoulder and tossing it on the couch, laying back as I let out a sigh of relief.

“I'm glad you're here. I actually have something for you. Come here.” Mark guided me to a side room, full of comics and guitar stuff. It was an interesting space I couldn’t help but look around with wonder.

“Whoa, Mark, is this the baby's room? It's beautiful.” I teased, making him roll his eyes as I chuckled lightly.

“Oh, that's hilarious. No, this is where I keep all my old comics… And I wanna show you one.”

“You're one of those guys?” I teased, laying out on the couch as soon as I got in. It’s safe to say my ankles were taking majority of the heat during this pregnancy. “You know my 17 year old brother doesn’t even read comics anymore.”

“Come here. Take a look.” Mark said, choosing to ignore my sarcastic remarks.

“Is this a pregnant superhero?” I asked excitedly, looking down at the anime comic book I was handed.

“I found it in Japan when I was there with my band. It reminds me of you.” He said, smiling softly. I nodded with a wide smile on my face as I flipped through the comic.

“Hells, yeah. This actually makes me feel way less of a fat dork.” I explained, earning another smile from Mark.

“Well, Yuki is a real badass. You should be proud to be in the same condition.”

“Thank you.” I said, smiling back at him. “How about some tunage?” I requested, earning a raised eyebrow from Mark.

“Tunage. Okay, yeah.” He said, going to go and play music from his record player. “All right, don't look, numéro trois.”

“I'm not looking.” I said, covering my eyes as he put the record on the player.

“This one is actually kind of slow, but it's Mott the Hoople… So it's still totally rad and hardcore.”

“I know this one.” I said, swaying slightly side to side. Mark seemed to perk up at that.

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

“This song is older than I am, if you can believe it. I danced to this at my prom.” Mark explained, making me laugh slightly at the thought of mark at prom.

“Who'd you dance with?”

“Cynthia Vogel. Great dance partner. She let me put my hands all over her butt.”

“Hot.” It was strange, I was used to giving this sort of response to Kenny, not Mark. But it was great, I mean it was like he was a buddy.

“Very hot.”

“I can just totally picture you dancing like a total dork.” I teased, getting up as he put his arms on my shoulder and we began slow dancing.

“Actually, she put her hands… There, and I put my hands down here.” He explained. Moving my hands to his shoulders and his hands down to my hips. “This is how we did it in '88. Just like this. Have you ever been to a dance before?”

“Dances are for nerds and squares.” I teased, making him raise an eyebrow at me again.

“What are you?”

“I don't know.” I shrugged, making him smile softly, resting his head against mine.

“Does it feel like there's something between us?” He says as a joke, referring to my large baby bump that refused to let me any closer. I laughed slightly, though my laugh was short lived when he began speaking again.

“I'm leaving Vanessa.”

I froze. I swear, my entire body locked itself and wouldn’t let me make any move. That is of course, besides shoving Mark away, and staring at him with that same frozen brokenness that was left on my face.

“What?” I asked, my voice breaking as I spoke. I could feel my hands begin to sweet, that funny feeling beginning to fill up my entire being.

“I'm getting a place in the city. Got it planned. Something I've wanted to do for a long time.” Mark explained, and I shove my head.

“No.” I snapped, causing Mark to raise an eyebrow at me.

“No?” He asked, looking slightly taken aback by my response.

“No, you definitely can't do that. That's one big fat sack of no.” I continued to yell, and Mark just stood there staring at me, confused by my outburst. “I mean, you guys are supposed to take care of this, you know?” I said, holding my baby bump protectively.

“I thought you'd be cool with this.” He said, looking me up and down.

“Cool? I want things to be perfect. I don't want them to be shitty and broken like my family.” I continued to yell, making him shake his head angrily.

“Come on…”

“Look, I'll have the baby… And Vanessa's gonna be so happy. You just…” I explained getting up and grabbing my things, making Mark try to stop me by standing in front of me.

“A baby won't fix everything. I don't know if I'm ready to be a father.”

I scoffed.

“But you're old.” I snapped back at him, and he went quiet for a second. He looked down at the ground, then back up at me.

“How do you think of me? You know, why are you over here?” He asked, making me stop a minute. I think it was then that I realized what my dad had meant not too long ago. That people weren’t just friendly, they didn’t have to be friendly. There’s always a motive.

“I just like being a piece of furniture in your weird life.” I explained, and Mark sighed, gesturing to the guitar and comic book mess that was in front of me.

“This? This is what my life has become. You know, I got stuff in boxes. You know, I'm underground.” He explained, making me sigh, rubbing a hand across my face.

“Is this my fault?” I asked, feeling tears begin to prick at my eyes.

“No.”

“Is Vanessa mad at you because of me or something?”

“It's got nothing to do with it. We aren't in love.”

“You were in love when you married her. If you're in love once, you can be in love again.” I explained, waving my hands around, wiping the few stray tears that left my eyes. LLike my brother, he’s been with the same girl like four times, they’re back together again now. You're just not trying hard enough.”

“I can't believe what an idiot I am.” He mumbled, shaking his head as he looked down. I scoffed.

“No, you know what, Mark? Just do not divorce your wife. Will you please just do me a solid and stay with Vanessa?” I asked, causing him to look up at me.

“You're so young.” He said softly, his smile faltering as he did.

“I'm not that young. Okay, I'm 16. I'm old enough to know when someone's acting like a total a-hole. Oh, and you know what? I bought another Sonic Youth album that you recommend and it sucks. It's just noise.” I grumbled, before turning to leave out the door, leaving Mark sitting in his own misery. Just as I was about to leave, Vanessa came in the door.

“Juno? What's going on?” She asked, her eyes filling with worry once seeing my expression.

“Nothing.” I replied quickly, trying to walk past her.

“Why are you crying?” She asked, stopping me again.

“I'm not crying. I'm just allergic to fine home furnishings.”

“Hold on. What's the matter? What's the matter?”

“She's just a little hormonal. Right, Juno? It's part of the process?” Mark said, his voice sounding so foreign to me now. I couldn’t help but glare over at him, Vanessa’s eyes following mine.

“What did you do?”

“I didn't do anything.” Mark replied coldly. “Just...I've been thinking.”

“What?”

“You know, I'm just thinking if this is the right thing.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just wondering if it's… just wondering if we're ready.” He continued to talk about his uncertainty, sending painful goosebumps to erupt against my skin.

“Yeah, we're ready. We've read the books, we've taken the classes, we have a nursery that is…”

“Vanessa, I know we're prepared. I'm just wondering if...I'm ready.”

I tried again to walk out, but Vanessa stopped me again, fear showing all over her face.

“Wait a minute. Juno, don't listen to him. He's just got cold feet. He's just being a guy. The books all say a woman becomes a mother when she gets pregnant. A man becomes a father when he sees his baby. He's gonna get there. He's... he's gonna get there.” She explained, but mark simply kept his act up.

“It happened so fast. We put the ad in the paper… And I thought it would take months, if at all… Then two weeks later, she's on that couch.”

“She answered our prayers.” Vanessa corrected, glaring coldly at her husband.

“Ever since then, it's been like a ticking clock.”

“What are you saying?”

“That it feels a little like bad timing.”

And with that last line from Mark, I was gone. I quickly ran to my car so no one could stop me, getting in and driving. I knew I had to pull over somewhere, I was crying so much I couldn’t even see the road. It didn’t seem to matter to me at that moment. Not seeing just felt refreshing.

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I JUST KEPT DRIVING. I didn’t know where, or how far, I just knew I needed to get away. Something in my instincts brought me here, to the barn. It was pouring rain, and the ground below my feet drowning in rain water, my shoes sinking into the mud as I walked. It seemed my face was soaking wet, whether it be from tears or the rain I wasn’t sure. I just knew I need to be somewhere that isn't on the road.

I pounded hard on the barn door, knowing my brother must have been inside, but he just groaned loudly from the inside.

“Go away Juno.” He yelled to the door. I could hear him strum his guitar behind the door, but I continued to pound on the doors.

“I said go away! My creative juices are flowing.” Stan yelled back, and I rolled my eyes, slamming my arms down harder.

“I don’t care about your juices.” I yelled back, my voice breaking when I did. I could hear shuffling from the other side.

“Are you crying?” He asked, his entire voice changing from his joking tone to normal. And then he opened the door, and in that exact moment when I saw him, I broke down into his arms. His heartbeat picked up speed and he pulled me close to his chest, not knowing the source of my distress.

“Hey, hey hey hey. You’re alright, big brothers got you. You’re okay.” He reassured, running his hands through my hair to comfort me, sighing as he held me tighter.

“It’s so much.” My voice broke again, and he squeezed his eyes shut to keep himself from getting emotional at my expense.

“It’s okay Juno, take some deep breaths okay, what do you need from me, what do you need me to do to make it better?” He asked, pulling away with his hands on my shoulders, looking me up and down to check for any injuries.

“Just-just hold me, please.” My voice came out small and squeaky, and he quickly pulled me back into his embrace.

“That I can do.” He sighed, running his fingers through my wet hair. “I can always do that.”

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#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x sister reader

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leaveitbythewave · 3 months

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the weed.

chapter 2.

The music played through the room as bodies were pressed against one another and cups were littered on the floor around them.

I could feel Oliver's arms around my waist while mine were behind me in his hair. My hips moved in slow calculated circles against his and I could feel the tension release from his body as his hands tighten their hold on me.

Felix had found himself a small blonde to entertain him and Farleigh, well he was probably off playing doctor with another freshman.

Turning around in Ollie's hold I place my hands on the top of his shoulders near his collar bone..."are you having fun?"

He looks at me with a devilish smirk, "the most fun i've had in a long time".

I smile back at him and let my head fall back as the alcohol consumes any remaining sober cell I have. The colorful lights above me begin to blur into one and I struggle to see any color aside from red.

My head feels heavy as I try and pull it to an upright position. I look around for Felix as I can feel my anxiety begin to spike. My hands start to shake and Oliver takes note.

"Hey, are you alright? Do you need to sit down?" Oliver says loud enough for me to hear while gently holding my hands.

I nod my head, "do you know where Felix is? I don't feel well. I think someone may have put something in my drink." I look around the crowded room but when I try to find Felix, my eyes can't handle the amount of movement and the lights so I close them and begin to take shallow breaths.

Oliver grabs my side and guides me to the empty bathroom, "wait here and I will go find him okay?" He places a kiss on my forehead and closes the door.

I raise up from the toilet i'm sitting on and place my hands on the counter while taking in my appearance in the mirror. My once perfect curled hair has since fallen and now only waves are left in their place. My makeup thankfully has stayed in tact, but no amount of makeup can hide the baggage that is under my eyes. The hours spent crying after every party, the pressure of both excelling in school while upholding the perfect social circle my parents "built for me". Felix and I grew up together, practically conceived to be best friends or more. He has been there for me through everything. Every happy moment, every tear, every time a boy treated me like garbage he would show up with cherry chocolate ice cream and watch hours of Rupaul's Drag Race until I felt better. Felix is my better half, the one that has kept me going in this fucked up thing we call life. Sometimes, I think he is too good for it.

"Margot! Mar-is she in this one?" I hear Felix rushing down the hall and the door opens next to me.

I stare at the opened door and feel my body begin to wobble back and forth.

"Margot hey, hey darlin' you alright? What happened?" Felix ushers towards me and sits on the closed seat while pulling me onto his lap.

I slowly shake my head, " I don't know. I was just dancing with Ollie and I started to feel funny..." I lean my head into the space between Felix's neck and shoulder while reaching my had out to hold Oliver's finger.

"Did you see anyone touch her drink? I mean it wasn't the one I grabbed us because otherwise all of us would be like this." Felix asks Oliver while brushing my hair away from my face.

"No, I didn't see anyone. I'm so sorry, I should have been watching out more carefully." Oliver says as his hand runs over his head.

"Hey, it's not your fault alright. I appreciate you coming to get me mate seriously. Can you do me a favor and go tell Farleigh that we are heading out, just say that I got sick or something. Last thing I need is that prick saying something low about her right now." Felix says while lifting me up into his arms and heading towards the door.

"Yeah of course."

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I roll over with a slight groan my eyes squinting at the brightness. Opening my eyes I pat around the soft surface for my phone and once I find it I click it on...dead of course.

Fuck. This means I have to actually get up and mingle with the living.

Peeling back the covers I slowly swing my legs off the bed and place them on the cold surface of the hardwood and make my way out of the bedroom.

"Should we make sure she's okay?"

"I checked on her an hour ago, she will wake up on her own."

Walking down the stairs I am met with both Felix and Oliver sitting by the island in Felix's kitchen. Yes, Felix has his own flat.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Felix says walking up to me and pulling me into a hug.

"The honest truth? Like fucking shit." I say while my face is pressed in his chest. "Thank you guys for taking care of me last night, I really don't know how that even happened. I swore I only got drinks from the two of you, but maybe I got one from Kelli or someone."

"Regardless, I am happy you're alright." Oliver says with a small smile.

"Me too because if you weren't it would make this sound really fucking selfish...my family wants me to go back to Saltburn for the summer and Oliver I would like you to come with. Margot obviously if you're still feeling up to it, you are more than welcome. Venetia would be ecstatic to see you."

Grabbing a cup from the shelf I pour myself some coffee nodding my head, "of course I'll come. Oh Oliver you will love Saltburn. It truly feels like a different world. And the family would love you, and those blue eyes." I bring the coffee cup to lips and narrow my eyes at Oliver which receives a narrowed look back.

"I...would love to come, but I just heard this mornin' that my dad...he uhm..."

Placing the cup on the counter I rush to his side and place my hand on his shoulder, "Oh Ollie, I am so sorry. What happened?"

His eyes began forming tears and his lip quivered as he spoke, "His drinking had caught up with him...I tried to get him to stop...so many times...he just, he was a relentless prick when it came to that stuff." He hung his head low.

Lowering mine towards his I placed a kiss on his head as I stroked his hair.

"Oh mate...I am so sorry. Please, come with us to Saltburn. We can help you in anyway that we can. It might help you." Felix says patting his shoulder.

"I am so sorry Ollie. Please come with us". I whisper in his ear.

His head lifts up and he wipes his eyes, "I don't want to be a bother."

"You won't be I promise. Mother loves having guests."

He ponders the thought for a moment before nodding, "alright."

"Saltburn can be the place that heals you" I whisper in his ear as I place one final kiss on his cheek.

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Felix and I had left a few days before Oliver due to his class schedule and today was the day he would arrive.

Duncan had spent the entire day dusting the curtains, and any other task Elspeth had requested of him.

"What time is Ollie supposed to make an appearance?"

"Oh? Is someone waiting for Ollieee?" Felix teases from the bed.

I grab the pillow and hit him with it, "No, I just asked a fucking question."

In a moment we are met with the sounds of Duncan welcoming in a guest.

....."he's here."

#saltburn #saltburn fanfiction #oliver quick #Spotify

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kitsuvil · 2 years

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"Weakness" - Coincidence?

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"Cross the street, turn right, go straight, take another right, okay, I got it," I quitely recite while traversing the streets. I won't get lost. I admire the new buildings around the city along my trip, imagining how familiar they'll feel once I get used to living here. Once I take the last right, I spot someone that looks like Mona wearing a hoodie. It's absolutsly time to surprise her and get her back for all those jokes she's scared me with.

I get a bit closer, and immediately start running towards her and jump onto her back, tackling her with a hug. But when I hear a young male voice come from the person I just tackled, I freeze while still on his back. I slowly get my bearings and stand up, more embarassed than I've ever been. Even more than that one time I accidentally put a photo of Satoru Gojo nudes in my presentation and forgot about it and... Presented it.

"Hey, I'm really fucking sorry I thought you were my friend, this is so awkward," I address the person I just essentially harassed. "No worries, really, I think it was funny, maybe fate made you mistake me for your friend," He laughs.

"Are you sure? That must've scared you really bad,"

"Of course, here, let me see if I can make you feel any better," He chuckles and puts his hands to his mouth.

"Free hugs! Free hugs anyone! I'm giving free hugs!" He yells in the middle of a large crowd of people. "Why- Why would you ever do that, what are you doing?" I panic. He looks over while still beckoning people to come over, "You can't be the only one who feels and looks like a fool," he smiles.

Come to think of it... He looks pretty familiar?

"Hey, stop, it's fine, really, please get over here and don't make yourself look dumb just for me to feel better," I breathe a heavy sigh.

"I was kinda having fun, I haven't had good hugs in a while," He whines as I drag him towards the side of a store.

"You're incredibly attractive, of course it's going to be fun for you. Who doesn't want free hugs from a hot dude," I roll my eyes.

"I'm attractive?" He looks over and raises one of his eyebrows.

"...Yes? That is simply an objective fact," I cross my arms.

"Thank you nonetheless,"

"Anyways... I hate to say this, but I think I know you? Are you not that one crime youtuber? That does vlogs all the time?" I pop the question that's been bugging me.

"Oh! That you would be correct!" He perks up at the recongition, "How do you know me?"

"I'm actually majoring in criminal psychology at the college nearby, I just moved into the dorms because the apartments where I lived were becoming way too expensive."

"Really? For real? That's where I study for my criminology degree!" He laughs, "I knew it was fate when you jumped me, coincidences like that just don't exist."

"Right... Hey, will it be too much if I ask if we can hang out at the cafe across the street? I'd love to get to know you better," I hesitantly ask.

"Don't you have friends waiting for you?"

"They... They can wait, I know they'll understand. I'd never throw a once in a lifetime opportunity into the garbage like that, I'm meeting a new friend and it happens to be Shikanoin Heizou?"

"Interesting, alright I'm fine with that, I'll be paying though!" He starts heading towards the cafe.

I join in right behind him; as much as I'd like to complain... I did just move, I don't exactly have the funds to spend so casually.

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ty for reading the first chapter! there's more to come, stick around if ur interested <3

summary; Shikanoin Heizou runs a popular crime and conspiracy analysis youtube channel. Y/N is taking college for a criminal psychology degree. What happens after Y/N is searching for their friends in the crowd of a new area that they just moved to, but when they run up to the person they expect to be their friend and wrap them in a tight hug… It happens to be Shikanoin Heizou himself?

#genshin #genshin impact #hoyoverse #fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact smau #genshin smau #genshin heizou #heizou x gender neutral reader #heizou shikanoin x reader #shikanoin heizou #heizou #heizou fluff #heizou x you #genshin x reader #genshinimpact #modern au #smau

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aquietwritingcorner · 12 days

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The Tot, The Vigilante, and the Laundry

Title: The Tot, The Vigilante, and the Laundry Fandom: TMNT 2003 Word Count: 3270 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: G/K Characters: Donatello, Casey Jones Warning: NA Summary: Casey is babysitting Little Donnie. Nothing can go wrong with this, right? Notes: Part of the Little Don AU, an AU I’ve had forming in my head where, during a crisis with the Time Scepter, Don sacrificed himself to save everything. Instead of it killing him, though, it turned him into a baby, and his family has needed to raise him all over again. ff.net || AO3

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The Tot, the Vigilante, and the Laundry

“And you’re sure that you’re good?”

Casey rolled his eyes and huffed, holding the nine-month-old Donnie in one arm. “I told ya, Leo, it’s fine! I know ya think I ain’t got any experience with babies, but you ain’t seen all the cousins I’ve got. I can handle one mutant turtle baby for a few hours.”

Leo looked at him a bit uncertainly, but Raph leaned forward and clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Come on, Leo. Case has this. We’ll be gone for a few hours and then we’ll be back again. It’s supposed to be a quick, in and out ceremony.”

Leo looked at Raph, and then back at Casey. “If we’re not back, then you have enough to take care of him, right? And April will be back to help you?”

Casey nodded. “Yeah, Leo, I got this. Ape and I keep stuff for Donnie stocked here, and we know where you guys keep it and where to get it. ‘Sides, like you said, April’ll be back later tonight. She’s out with some girl friends of hers from college. They ain’t gonna stay out too late.”

Leo still looked a little uncertain, and Casey really couldn’t blame the guy for being protective of Donnie, but it was getting kind of old. Finally, he nodded, and let Raph pull him away. They disappeared out the window, and to wherever, Casey assumed, Mikey and Master Splinter were getting the ritual to go to that Battle Nexus place ready.

Donnie watched them go, and then turned big, uncertain eyes on Casey, even as he chewed on his fingers. Casey grinned at him.

“Doncha worry, little man. You and me, we’re gonna have a lotta fun!” Casey said. “I gotta be a fun uncle, after all.”

“Aaahp.”

Casey grinned. “Glad you agree. Now let’s see ‘bout getting you some toys out, a’ight?”

When they had realized that this change was permanent, April had set about finding Donnie some of the best baby toys on the market. She’d researched and compared and criticized, intent on finding Donnie the best brain stimulating toys that existed. She’d even pulled Leatherhead and that robot professor guy in on it, and they’d debated, found, and even created some toys for Donnie that were supposed to help with his brain development, motor skills, and language acquisition. They’d presented them to Donnie—to the guys, really—proudly.

And then Donnie had played with the tissue paper and boxes instead.

Maybe Casey had laughed a little too hard at that, and maybe he’d slept on the couch for a few days, but it really had been funny to him. Don had been a guy that could make things most people couldn’t dream of out of garbage when he was, like, fifteen. He took things apart just to see how they worked, and then looked at ordinary objects and saw new ways for them to work. It only made sense to Casey that Donnie would be the same way. The toys were nice and all, but he wanted the stuff that he could take apart and the things he saw others using.

So, when he went to get toys for Donnie, he didn’t pull out any of the fancy things they had. Instead, he gave him an old water bottle with a lid too big to choke on, a couple of boxes, some tissue paper, those stackable rings, some balls, and some blocks. He settled Donnie down in the middle of them, and Donnie immediately reached for the tissue paper grabbing it and shaking it around.

“Alright, little man, let’s watch some hockey and play,” he said with a grin, turning on the TV.

For the next couple of hours, Casey played with Donnie in the floor, letting the little turtle crawl all over him—something he’d started doing a lot earlier than human babies—lightly wrestling with him, yelling at the TV together, and just generally playing with the boy. It was actually a lot of fun, and Casey honestly enjoyed it.

Eventually, though Donnie got cranky because he was hungry, and Casey took the tot to the kitchen to feed him some food. That was, as usual, a messy thing, as Donnie, while able to eat solid foods quicker than a human baby, was still just as messy as one. That, of course, meant bathtime afterwards, and Casey had learned that bathtime with a baby turtle was a whole different thing.

Donnie loved being in the water, splashing and playing, and holding his head under the water for an uncomfortably long time. He squealed at bubbles, and used cups to pour water, splashing with the boats that were floating in the tub. Casey got almost as wet as Donnie did, but he didn’t regret it, even if he wished he had thought to at least take off his shirt first.

Still, when the water cooled, Casey finally bathed the small turtle, stopping the games, and pulled him out, drying him off. There were some pajamas that could be used, if it looked like Donnie was getting cold, but it was well known amongst the family that Donnie tended to just pull off the clothes as soon as he could.

Casey stripped himself down to his boxers, taking his wet clothes to the laundry room, Donnie tucked in the crook of his arm.

“You got me almost as wet as you were,” he said, teasing Donnie a little. Donnie grinned at him and giggled, and Casey, emptying his pockets and tossing his wet clothes down, tickled him. Donnie laughed, and Casey grinned. There was something about that laugh that just made everyone smile.

Casey glanced around the laundry room, looking at the piles of clothes lying in it. “Huh. Looks like there’s enough here to do a couple of loads,” he said. He checked the dryer, seeing some clothes in it, and turned them around for a few minutes. “I’m gonna let those warmup, and then I’ll take ‘em out and put what’s in the washer in there,” Casey said. “But while I’m doing that, wanna help me sort clothes?”

“Ah!” Donnie smiled, waving his hands around, and Casey grinned, getting to work.

The two of them had fun with it, Casey sitting Donnie down on the floor, and tossing clothes out. He’d toss some on Donnie, and the baby would squeal and pull them off of his head. He would, though, to Casey’s amusement, crawl over with the clothes to the piles and sit there, before trying to put the piece of clothing he had in one of the piles.

Unsurprisingly, he got it right most of the time.

It didn’t take Casey long to have the clothes sorted, and switch over the loads. The ones from the dryer went in the basket. The ones from the washer, went in the dryer. And the ones from one of the piles on the floor, went in the washer.

He turned when he closed the lid on the washer and looked back at Donnie. The little boy was clinging to the side of the basket, curiously petting the clothes in them.

“Yeah, they feel all nice when they’re warm, don’t they?” he said. He scooped Donnie up and put him in the basket, to which the baby laughed, and carried it and the child back to the living room. He laughed when he saw how Donnie had buried himself inside the basket, churring, and let the tot stay that way for a bit, while he put himself on some new, dry clothes, and picked up the living room a little, leaving Donnie’s toys out. Then he fought a surprisingly determined toddler for the cooled clothes, folding them up.

Casey reached down and rubbed Donnie’s shell when he was finished. He could tell that the boy was getting tired, but he wasn’t quite ready to go down yet. “Alright, little man. Hows about you stay here and play with your toys? I’ll go put all of this away and work on the kitchen. And then, after that, it’ll be bedtime, alright?”

“Ahabahabaha,” Donnie said.

Casey nodded. “Glad to know we got an understandin’,” he said.

He put Donnie in the middle of his toys again, and stood up, putting away the clothes and taking the laundry basket back to the laundry room. By that time, the load of towels was dry, and he piled them in the basket for later, before transferring the laundry over and starting a new load. He checked in on Donnie, who looked back at him, curiously, before heading to the kitchen. The kiddo was okay, so he could take a few minutes to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

It, of course, took longer than a few minutes, but Casey got it done relatively fast. The living room had gotten quieter, and Casey wondered if maybe Donnie had fallen asleep. It’d be fine if he did. He’d just bundle the little turtle up and put him in the pack’n’play in his and April’s room.

Drying his hands on a towel, Casey walked into the living room, expecting to see a sleeping turtle—and stopping short when that wasn’t what he found. Sure, Donnie’s toys were still out, but he couldn’t see Donnie anywhere. Keeping himself from panicking, Casey looked around the living room.

“Donnie?” he called. “Donnie, where are you?”

Not a peep.

His fear starting to grow, Casey started to look for the little turtle in earnest. He hadn’t crawled under any of the furniture in the living room, and he wasn’t behind the TV or in the curtains. The staircase still had the baby gate up, and it didn’t look like it had been messed with. Nothing looked as if anyone had broken in. But Donnie wasn’t in the living room.

His panic starting to grow, Casey quickly searched through the other rooms in the apartment. Nothing. He didn’t think that the little boy could have gotten down the stairs that led to the shop, or out of the door to the stairs in the hallway, but he ran down them, checking both of them out, too. The doors to the shop and the outside were still both locked, so no one had gotten in. And Donnie wasn’t in the basement, either.

Casey’s panic multiplied, and he raced back up the stairs to the apartment. Donnie had to be in here. He had to be in here somewhere. He was little and he was smart, and Raph was always saying that they found him in the oddest of places. He had to be somewhere in the apartment. With his panic leading him, Casey tore the apartment apart, looking in every nook, every cranny, pulling out everything from any place that the small turtle could be hiding. He called for the baby but got no answer.

He went back downstairs, to the shop, treating it similarly, not caring about how angry April was going to be with him. That wouldn’t matter if he was killed by three angry brothers. No—Casey wouldn’t even make it that far. Master Splinter would get to him first, and that would be the end of it. And Casey would deserve it for losing Donnie.

Casey searched from one end of the building to the other, turning every space in it upside down and inside out. There was no sign of the child on any floor.

He was going to have to call April.

He was a dead man. April would kill him before Splinter did, just because she’d get to him first. And Casey wouldn’t even fight her about it. He trudged back up to the apartment, trying to think of what he was going to say to her.

He reached in his pocket for his phone, only to realize it wasn’t there. Cursing to himself, he tried to remember the last place he had it. Maybe the laundry room? Yeah, he’d emptied his pockets out there, so that was probably where it was.

Casey walked into the laundry room like a man condemned to die and spotted his phone on top of the dryer. What was he going to tell April? “Hey, babe, listen, I know I said I’d be responsible, but I lost Donnie and I’m telling you first, so you can kill me before the ninja master rat can?” Yeah. That’d go over well.

The dryer was still warm, the load in it having just finished, and Casey, trying to think of what he was going to say to his wife, opened it, taking out the laundry and plopping it in the basket.

The basket that churred.

Casey froze and looked back at the basket of towels and now-warm clothes. No. It couldn’t be that simple, could it?

Casey turned and started to carefully pull the clean laundry out of the basket. There, buried halfway down and covered in towels, was a small, curled up, mutant turtle baby, yawning and whining a bit as Casey let in the cool air that the towels had been insulating him from.

Casey sat down hard.

“Oh, man, oh Donnie,” he said, reaching in to pull the baby out of the basket. Donnie made a displeased noise, and Casey reached for one of the warm t-shirts to wrap around the child. Donnie chirped again, settling in and Casey laughed, relief filling him. “You got no idea how bad you scared me, Donnie,” he said. He leaned back against the dryer. “Oh, man.”

April walked quickly, heading towards her building. She’d been out much later than she’d planned on, and she hoped that Casey was doing alright with Donnie. She’d not gotten any calls or text from him, so she hoped that was a good sign. She was just walking past her alleyway when she saw a flash coming from it. Curious, she peeked in, only to see a glowing blue portal on the wall, three turtles and one rat emerging from it. Smiling, she turned to join them.

“Hey, guys!” she said. “Just getting back?”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “The ceremony went on longer than we thought.”

“Who knew that every Battle Nexus Champion there would have to give a speech!” Mikey said, grinning.

“A speech?” April said.

“Don’t ask,” Raph said. “Numbskull didn’t completely embarrass us, a least—but it was near thing.”

“We are fortunate that Michelangelo has the gift of spontaneity, as well as speech,” Splinter said. “Unfortunately, his gift of social cues comes and goes.”

“What?” Mikey protested.

April shook her head and started to fish her keys out of her purse. “Well, sounds like it was entertaining, at least,” she said.

“How was your night?” Leo asked. “Aren’t you getting home a little late?”

“I am,” April said. “But we started talking and just having so much fun, that by the time we realized what time it was, well, it was late.” She paused, putting the keys in the door to unlock it. “And I made sure all of my friends had a safe way home. Not all of them have the advantage of being trained in ninjitsu by actual ninja, you know,” she said.

Mikey laughed as April opened the door to her shop. “And don’t forget—training by the Battle Nexus Cha—whoa!”

Mikey cut off as April flicked the light switch, and they all saw her shop. Furniture was turned over, drawers were pulled out, cabinets were open, clothing was strewn about. The place looked ransacked.

“Donatello,” Splinter breathed, and as one, they all raced to the circular staircase, running up it to the apartment above.

The apartment was in no better shape, with things overturned, taken out, strewn. It was clear it wasn’t just in the living room, either, but in all the rooms. Donnie’s toys were scattered, and the TV was still on, but there wasn’t a sign of anyone around.

“Casey!?” April called, fear clear in her voice.

“In here!” Casey called back. His voice sounded soft, weak, and no one took that as a good sign.

They all rushed towards where his voice had come from, alert for any enemies. They didn’t find any, but they did find Casey, leaning against the dryer, with a towel wrapped Donnie sleeping on his chest.

“Hey guys,” Casey said, keeping his voice soft so he wouldn’t wake Donnie. “Welcome back.”

“Casey, what the shell is going on?” Raph demanded.

Casey blinked at him. “What—oh, right, the apartment!”

“The apartment, the store,” Mikey listed.

“Ah… yeah,” Casey said, “about that…” he rubbed the back of his head. “So, it’s kinda like this. See, me and Donnie, we had a good time, right? Played, watched some hockey, stuff like that. Then we ate, and he got a bath, and I started some laundry. Little Man was getting sleepy, so I set him to play with his toys while I cleaned up the kitchen. Only when I got back, he was gone.”

“What do you mean, gone?” Leo said, an edge to his voice.

“I mean, he wasn’t where I left him,” Casey said. “And he wasn’t anywhere in the living room. I looked. I looked everywhere, and then I looked again, and then I looked again,” he said. “I was gonna call April, let her be the one to kill me for loosing Donnie before the rest of you could, when I found him in the laundry basket.”

“The laundry basket?” Mikey questioned.

Casey nodded. “Yeah. I think he liked the warm towels or something, because if he starts getting fussy, all I gotta do is pull a new warm one outta the dryer, wrap him in it, and he settles right down. We’ve uh, been sitting like this for a couple of hours now.” He looked at the baby in his arms. “After losing him, I kinda didn’t want to let him go.”

For a moment, there was silence, with the exception of the small churrs coming from Donnie, and the sound of the dryer.

“Let me get this straight,” April said. “You lost the baby, ransacked our apartment and the store looking for the baby, found the baby, and then sat here holding the baby.”

“Uhhh,” Casey winced. “Yeah? And I kinda ransacked the whole buildin’ so…”

April stared at him, and then let out a breath. “To be honest, I don’t blame you,” she said.

Casey blinked at her. “Uh… what?”

“Thank you, Casey,” Splinter said, reaching out a hand to rub on Donnie’s head. The baby churred contentedly. “Although I am not happy you lost him in the first place, the fact that you would go to such lengths to find him is appreciated.” He looked back at the other three turtles. “Come, my sons. Let us help April put her home back together.”

The other three turtles nodded, and headed out, while April leaned down and put a kiss on Casey’s forehead. “If you take this good of care of Donnie, I can’t imagine what a great father you’ll be one day.”

Casey stared at his wife as she sauntered out the door after the rest of their family, then looked down at the still sleeping Donnie. “Huh,” he said. “That… wasn’t how I was expecting that to go.” He shifted a little, making sure Donnie was still comfortable. “Well, I’m gonna guess they’ll let me babysit you again,” he said.

“You’re on probation!” Leo called back.

Casey looked up, and then grinned. “Yeah, okay. On probation. I can live with that, little man, if you can.”

Donnie simply churred and snuggled deeper into Casey’s hold.

#tmnt #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt fan fiction #tmnt fanfic #tmnt donatello #tmnt casey jones #tmnt 2003 #tmnt AU

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james-was-never-here · 2 years

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So, I have to preface this with saying my fiancé/my kids mom is a black woman. And fairly dark skinned at that. Which means that, unlike my white, English born ass, she doesn’t blush obviously. She might go red, but her skins dark enough you can’t tell.

She doesn’t embarrass easily, cause honestly she’s a tough, feisty woman. She’s not the type to embarrass easily. Let me tell you all, God meant for this woman to have kids with me, because he was well aware that my children would turn out to be too much like their daddy when he was a boy.

That being said, let’s move on to today.

It’s only a month into the school year and my son comes to me and tells me all about his new girlfriend. He’s seven.

“What do you know about having a girlfriend?”

“Lots daddy. You say nice things to her and tell her she’s pretty, even if she doesn’t look pretty sometimes.” He just sits there and colors away as he’s telling me this.

“Is that so?” His mother is behind him washing dishes in the sink. I’m supposed to be helping the kindergartner with his homework, but he’s in the bathroom.

“Yes. Oh yeah you also go on dates.” I laughed and he raised an eyebrow at me. “Dad, why is this funny.” He only calls me Dad instead of daddy if I annoy him.

“What in the world do you know about dates?”

“A whole lot!”

“Okay, how do you expect to pay for them.”

“You don’t HAVE to, Daddy. You and mama don’t always pay for them.” He’s not wrong. “Sometimes you guys just call someone and they come play with us while you guys go for a picnic.” Bethie in the back giggles and scrubs her pan.

“Okay so seeing as you’re so educated on dating, how does a date go?”

“Daddy, that’s so easy. I see you and mama go out lots.” He picks a new color and says “First you gotta call someone. Like Uncle Seth or Aunt Rea or Aunt Lily or uncle Jimmy or sometimes uncle Harry-“

“Right and then what?”

“Well, then mama gets all pretty and daddy puts on a suit and you guys go and leave while I get to play with the babysitter.”

“Out of curiosity, baby, what do you think Daddy and I do on dates when we aren’t home?” Bethie looked at him and he didn’t bat an eye

“Lots. I hear you guys talk about dinner or sometimes I hear you talk about movies. You’re gone a long time so I think you do both.” Smart kid. “Sometimes you even go get ice cream. I see the Blizzard cup in the garbage when I go to get the kitty treats.” Oops.

“You know, he’s got it pretty spot on.” I leaned back in my chair and picked up my coffee with “even down to the part about you looking super pretty.” She rolled her eyes and went back to that pan. My son was quietly coloring for a few minutes in silence then he said, “I forgot something.”

“What is it?” My youngest has come back and was now working on his little sheet of homework. “Don’t forget your name, son.”

“You and mommy sometimes applaud.” It was my turn for an eyebrow raise.

“We…we applaud.”

“Yes.” Bethie turned to look at me and I shrugged, then asked “what are you talking about?”

“Sometimes when I have to go potty at night, I hear you guys in your room afterwords. When Uncle Harry stays with us he sleeps over.” My brother is 18 and doesn’t have a car yet, so I drop him off at my parents usually after he sits for me. “You told him last time it was a fantastic date.”

“I did.”

“Well I knew it was cause you were in your room clapping for yourselves.” It took a moment but it dawned on both of us just EXACTLY what he meant. I tried so hard to keep a straight face, but Bethie behind him had began nervously giggling uncontrollably behind him (telltale sign she’s embarrassed) and covering her face with her hands.

I cleared my throat and before I could say a word, his little brother, who’s five, said “No, stupid. They’re clapping because they were wrestling, and it’s fun.” Bethie quit laughing and looked horrified and I tried to ignore her.

“That’s stupid. How can you clap and wrestle at the same time?”

“Oh, that’s right!”

“And you call yourself a fan.” My seven year old rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disgust. Crisis averted, I return to my coffee.

“So then if you’re so smart, what we’re they doing?” Five year old crosses his arms and glares at his brother.

“Easy, they were probably having sex.” I choked on my coffee. Bethie left the room. Immediately she was gone with the quickness.

“Excuse me?” He looked puzzled. “What do you know about sex?”

“Only that’s how babies are made.”

“Ha see you’re stupid! Mamas already pregnant!” The five year old said. “Daddy wants sex?”

“…do your homework.”

“I told you it’s how babies are made.”

“But how does it work?”

“You’re not ready for that conversation yet. Trust me.” I got up and went to find her in the living room covering her face.

“How do they-“

“Babe I don’t know.” I sat next to her and sighed. “But we’re going to soundproof the fucking bedroom.”

And no, for the record I have no clue how they know what sex is. They don’t know how they know. But they’re my kids, so they’re probably screwing with me somehow.

Although, hilariously enough they still don’t know how sex works, so they have determined that Beth and I have played “Patty Cake” to get the baby in there.

And the kicker is we’re having another boy so that means I’ve got four boys and one girl. Four of these dorks.

I’m in so much trouble.

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clownpi · 2 years

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Hey Clown, I've got an idea!

So, instead of Powder going with Silco at the end of act 1, she just books it away from everyone, like she just runs till her feet have blisters, she can hardly breath and her legs give out. Powder basically ran all the way to the outskirts of Zaun and she passes tfuck out as you do.

Powder wakes up to be in this small camp that seems to be something of magic and nursed back to health, and guess who helped her out. Bard on request from Janna (Another divine intervention au, my beloved)

I was reading up on Bard lore and saw that he saves people not because they are in danger but because they are important to the world in some way and Powder’s destiny is to free Zaun and Bard being a god that focuses on the bigger picture would definitely save Powder.

Bard being a god with a bigger picture approach doesn't want to baby Powder, so instead to make sure she survives to fulfil her disterny,(Bard is the definition of divine intervention, saves your ass and you blink and he's gone) he gives her some stuff to help her survive out in the wilds (not to sure what he give her, but its stuff you need for these things)

So Powder with her destiny set and no Silco to fuck her up in the head more than she already was, sets out into the wild with a few godly presents keeping a keen eye on her

I'm not sure where Powder’s mental state would be in this due to not having Silco be around her and the state of Zaun being part of her day to day life.

In this au I also want her to somehow be friends with Fiddlesticks, like Janna is like “Powder is a very small child, and I can't really help her too much on her journey coz i dont have much worship, but I could give her a companion that will keep her safe” Looks at the fear demon eating people in Demacia’s countryside “Ah yes. The perfect companion” And Janna just scopes them up and basically threatens them to keep Powder safe or she’ll yeet him into a maze game with Zoe.

So we have this tiny traumatised child that has the gods looking out for her and her best friend, a terrifying unholy fear demon that kills without remorse as our focus.

The thing is, Fiddlesticks actually somehow cares for Powder and is very soft for her, (best Dad Fiddlesticks)

This is also very funny considering that Powder has to go back to Zaun and split the two cities and this 5 foot 3 blue haired teen just rolls up back in Zaun after everyone thinks shes dead with a fucking demon and his murder of crows as her companions, with saying, “Janna sent me here to kick piltover’s ass and get us indpendanse, dont get in my way!” and Fiddlesticks is just leaning over her giving everyone who opposes her a death glare.

Whatcha think?

I like Fiddle getting more love, reminds me I still have to work on that Jinx/Fiddle Soulmates/Reincarnation Fic...

It's a bit hard to fit Fiddle into the role of protector or being soft with anyone just based on how he's written (though canon lore has never stopped me from getting what I want). Though I could see a way of making it working being Bard giving Powder the missing Key that was stolen by Zoe.

She'd have no idea why he gave her this key or what to do with it, Bard just dumps her in the Demacian countryside with an "lol, good luck." He wouldn't care to explain because he already knows she'll be fine, so Janna steps in (in a huge huff about his poor care).

Janna could be the one to give her cryptic messages of what to do with the key. Like "Don't let fear consume you, let the key guide you to where it's meant to be."

Something could happen when Powder puts the key where it should be (maybe connected to the cage?), but it would be after fighting a whole bunch of trauma inducing 'fun' from Fiddle. They wouldn't be going all out for the simple fact she has the key and Fiddle wants it.

Does make me curious as to what Zaun Fiddle would look like, I assume more mechanical like his Praetorian skin? Their main body is made up of whatever garbage they find lying around.

Would actually laugh if they end up killing Silco and Powder just steals his jacket to give to Fiddle, like "Look Fiddle, a new coat!" as Silco bleeds out.

No idea how the fic would progress tho, but it's a fun idea!

#answer #arcane fanfic #jinx

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I love your takes on the codependent/loving brothers thing with Alpharius and Omegon- do you have other HCs for them?

Huuum, Alphy and Omeg are probably my most "fanon" based character- mostly because I have very little clue on how to deal with them in a more canon setting, as such, here it goes:

The twins, hc on how they act with each others!

They are separate people. They have different personalities and likes. They don't react to the same things the same way, because again, they might be twins, but they were not raised together!!

Very, very deeply care for one another. They only feel "complete" when they are both together. They are also noticeably more relaxed and funnier when the two are there.

Actually very, very friendly. They really like talking to humans, and they do NOT see themself as all powerful demi-gods and such. They find it extra funny when a random human come up with a new strategy or something.

Clingy. Tactile. Will get into cuddle piles, and invite their favorite person around to join too.

They are the most inclined to use high tech. They are FOAMING at the mouth on Tau's AI. They want it. They want some computer so fucking BAD.

LOVE a good joke. Low key prankster. It's a shame that most of their bros don't get their humours. It's also why they love Roboute. He's the best at telling a joke with a straight face.

Eat like GARBAGE. The worst. Love junk food. Is there a space Taco Bell? They want it. They have the recipe for Mountain Dew and serve it to all their crew. Morale is so high on their ships, you would not beleive it.

Most likely to instal a chat functions across multiple legions. Mostly so they can send memes to their buddies in the mechanicus, but also because it's fun to try to rick roll Horus again.

They... Sometime have identity crisis, when separate. They forget who they are, if they are Alpharius or Omegon, and this is usually when They refer to themself as one. Its not fun.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #wh40k #primarch #primarch headcanon #alpharius omegon

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revisitingstoneybrook · 1 year

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#86 Mary Anne and Camp BSC: Chapter 8

Wow, sorry for the huge delay in posting! Real life got in the way again, as it always does. I’ll definitely be more on top with posting here!

Where we last left off, the BSC is hosting ANOTHER summer camp for their charges and this time, it’s circus-themed. Karen and her friends are putting a damper on things by bragging that they’ve been to a REAL circus camp. And since it’s Karen, the BSC is doing nothing to discipline her and her friends for being rude to the other campers.

Also, Mary Anne’s dad is on a business trip and she’s starting to get tired of Sharon ordering takeout every night and being messy. Which brings us to this chapter.

Sharon’s taking “baching it” to a whole new level, Karen is either smuggling drugs into camp or building a torture device and Becca and Carolyn tell Hannie and Nancy where they can shove their REAL circus camp (just in a nice way).

So Mary Anne is still lamenting her dad being gone and is talking about him as if he's dead, with a “It's funny how you don't miss something until it's gone.” Oh my GOD Mary Anne, he'll be back in a little more than a week! He hasn't been reunited with Alma!

She's slowly turning into Richard though. She misses home-cooked food and is growing sick of takeout. They've ordered from a different takeout place the past few nights (and always requested no Styrofoam containers or plastic forks) and now the sink is full of dirty foil containers and the kitchen's full of garbage. Oh, and Sharon and Dawn don’t feel like cleaning the dishes either, so Sharon brought out the “good” silverware and dishes.

Holy crap. Sharon's probably thrilled because she doesn't have to act like she actually gives a shit about having a clean house. Aren't they worried about bugs or staining the dishes if they're just leaving food on them? But Mary Anne is her father’s daughter and her neat freak side is coming out.

Mary Anne takes a break from being mopey and picks up the newspapers and magazines that Sharon and Dawn let pile up, washes the dishes and changes the toilet paper instead of leaving the new roll balanced on the edge of the bathtub. Sharon, “baching it” doesn't mean living like a slob! Though I guess she's just reverting back to what she was before she married Richard. And Mary Anne keeps whining that she's turning into Maid Mary Anne and doesn't like it. Uh...Sharon and Dawn aren't ordering you to clean the house. You took it upon yourself. Would you please cheer the hell up?

The next day at camp, Karen explains to Mary Anne she needs to work on her real circus project and needs somewhere gigundoly private to do it. Mary Anne finds her a spot and sees Karen put a big, bulging backpack on the table and waits until Mary Anne leaves so she can start working on it. One of two situations here:

1. Karen smuggled a large supply of drugs into camp and is looking to sabotage the kids who didn't go to real circus camp by slipping acid into their lunch.

2. Karen stuck Emily Michelle in the backpack and for her real circus trick, will be building an iron maiden and sticking her in it, reclaiming her title of the youngest sister. Pure evil, I tell you.

Mary Anne then goes to help Claudia with the animal and clown costumes and overhears this little gem of a conversation. Which I'm copying word-for-word here.

Hannie: It's too bad we can't have some real circus acts. Nancy: Yeah. But this isn't a real circus camp, Hannie. Just a, just a...you know. Carolyn: This is a real camp. We're even going to have a cookout tomorrow night. It's fun. I like it. Becca: Don't you like this camp? Hannie: Well, sure. I guess. I mean... Becca: Why don't you like this camp? Just because you're not at a circus camp doesn't mean you can't have fun at this camp. It's just a different camp, that's all. Hannie: Maybe.

Claudia thanks Becca and Carolyn for “being cool kids” and quickly adds in that all the kids are, before Hannie and Nancy bitch about that too. Seriously, who the hell do these little shits think they are? Of course it isn't a real circus camp, none of the BSC are trained professionals, it's a fun day camp for them to hang out with their friends and the babysitters they love so much, why are they being such horrible brats about it? Get the hell over it.

Mary Anne walks past the little kids making their animal costumes, Alicia seems to have forgotten about her mom and is hard at work decorating her Halloween costume with circus decorations. She's going to be a camel, while Andrew and Claire are being lions and Jamie is a tiger. Mary Anne then wanders over to Karen, who screams for her to go away because she's trying to get makey-outey with her husband she's working on her top secret project. Mary Anne yells back “Fine!” and walks away. I was waiting for someone to snap and yell at Karen but I wasn't expecting it to be Mary Anne.

That night at dinner, Sharon sets the table with the fancy tablecloth (geez, she stopped doing laundry too?) and the good dishes and even lights candles. She and Dawn order pizza while Mary Anne glumly fixes herself a salad and takes a burger out of the freezer and microwaves it (Nooo, please don’t tell me she cooked a frozen burger in the microwave). The dining room, Mary Anne says, looks very elegant save for the pizza with olives, mushrooms, green peppers, onions, eggplant and garlic on it.

Sharon raises a pizza toast (Don't tell Kristy, she'll accuse Sharon of stealing her idea!) and toasts the bachelor life with the magical question no bachelor girl should ever forget: Do you deliver? Her and Dawn say it in unison, Mary Anne raises a forkful of salad to go along with it but she's still sulking and moping about her dad. “Not that anyone noticed. Or cared.”

Oh boo hoo...though Nola Thacker did succeed in making her sound like a 13-year-old here.

#mary anne spier #mary anne and camp bsc #babysitters club #bsc #snark

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deep-blue-novella · 1 year

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CH01 Just a quick slow dance.

“Rachman! Rachman! Rachman!” The sound of cheering filled the back end of the packed bar.

Viktor was surrounded by his gang, everyone howling loudly at him. They’d been lurking back by the pool table for a while now and he’d been whining and complaining that he ‘just wanted a quick fling’, but the bar was full of nothing but a bunch of ‘squares’ and people far too old for his taste.

His crew had been spouting pickup lines at him, shitty jokes, garbage one-liners, telling him to just ‘go for it, pick out the cutest girl in the bar and lay it on her’.

Despite him bitching about there being none, that wasn’t actually true at all… He did have his eyes on someone. but wasn’t sure how to exactly tackle them.

Viktor had been casually scanning the room all night and his eye had just kept going back to this one cute little thing in the corner. They’d been sitting alone in a booth for quite some time, sipping at a drink. The others who had been with them earlier were all long gone, and their nose was deep in a book.

Viktor found it curious, mostly because who the hell goes to a bar to read? People go to bars to forget the night, have fun and not worry about life for a while.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as everyone started chanting his name, egging him on.

Viktor downed the rest of his rum, flapping a hand at them and barking, ‘Okay, okay, SHEESH. Shut up already, I’m going.’

The cheers only got louder as he stood up.

Since his curiosity had been piqued, he figured they’d be as good a bet as any to have a go at.

However…

The closer he walked to them, the more his legs got strangely shaky. He was never nervous around girls, he was always so good at at laying on ‘the moves’ as his friends would say. So why now?

They had soft brown hair, short cut with a little green and white flower clip in it, just under their horns. They had little freckles covering over their rosy cheeks and nose with smooth black scales along the bottom of their jaw. On their nose was a set of very large gold and round glasses on their face, drooped slightly lower so they could read their book better.

He noted how… strangely tiny they were. He was almost concerned for a moment they were a teenager that had managed to get in somehow, but figured the tapkeep wasn’t that stupid when it came to the non-shortfolk.

He was lost in thought as his legs moved, eyes still on them. Their little green kerchief looked so cute wrapped around their neck. He noticed by this point they’d put the book away and moved up to the bar, that much closer to him.

“C’mon now you hip cat, don’t lose your cool.” Vik thought to himself, standing next to them, brushing his hair back with a hand.

He leaned across the bar, hovering near, but not directly over them.

They blinked at him and laughed a little.

“Hey Sugar,” he greeted them- they turned around a little startled. “You’re real cute… you… wanna dance?”

“H-huh wait, what’s so funny-”

… and he lost his cool.

“Uh, I didn’t say somethin’ dumb did I?”

“No.. no.” they started, looking up at him with their soft green eyes. “I just haven’t had someone call me ‘Sugar’ before... you think I’m sweet despite not even knowing me?”

Viktor’s face flushed. He could see that his crew were all laughing their asses off in the back corner of the room while looking over at him.

He rolled with the punch, determined to at least get a dance with them.

“I do, you seem so anyway… I mean reading books in a bar? I think only a person with a sweet heart to them would be doing something like that, ya dig?” Viktor grinned, slouching a little.

“O-Oh, well… yes. I’m studying actually.” They looked down a little embarrassed.

“Well hey- studying can wait a bit, why don’t we get you out having a lil’ fun instead!” Vik grinned, gently taking their hand. “Dance with me.”

They seemed to hesitate, as if something else was at the back of their mind. They ended up just laughing really hard, taking his other hand. “Okay. Let’s dance then, handsome.”

Vik’s eyes lit up. He quickly jumped over to the jukebox and changed the song, then rushed back and dipped them down before twirling them around and taking them to the center of the floor. The two of them exchanged a lot of laughs, excitedly chattering between one another as Vik lead them in dance.

Viktor stepped first, easing them into it. He twirled on his heels and glided across the floor, the cute scaled sweetie letting out a mix of laughs and hollers, a huge grin on both of their faces. Even with the song change they kept up, going for at least another ten minutes before Vik started to slow down a little.

“Hey...” He started between laughs, pulling them a little bit closer to him. “The name’s Vik by the way. Viktor Rachman.”

They gave a little giggle at him, a hand to their cheek, moving to twirl at the ends of their hair. “Hi, Vik. I’m Altani.”

“Altani… I like it, it sounds like a sweet name for a gorgeous-”

“Person. Not... girl.” Altani interrupted him, looking down at the floor as the two spun, their green skirt catching the air. “I prefer… They, or them.”

Viktor tilted his head a little, clearly confused. “Oh, okay… so just don’t call you a girl then?”

Altani looked up at him then back down quickly, hair a little in their face and obscuring one of their eyes. “Um, if that’s not too much to ask…”

“No, no, definitely not too much.” He smiled, sweetly, brushing the hair from their eyes so he could look at them. “Can I still call you Sugar, or Darling?”

Altani laughed at him, poking his nose. “Okay, but if you call me ‘Doll’ then I’m going to give you a good slap.”

“Deal.”

The two exchanged another loud chuckle, but both turned as his crew sauntered up, cigs’ in hand with their leather jackets all zipped.

“Ey, Vikman’ Wally says he’s gotta get home n’ see his girl so we gonna bounce and give him a ride. You only had the one drink right? You can drive yourself.” The blonde boy with soft tan coloured ears and tail grinned, giving him a wave off. “Catch you and your new cutie around later my guy!”

“H-Hey wait they aren’t-” He was cut short as the five of them buggered off, leaving Vik with Altani.

“Those your friends?” Altani tilted their head stepping forward.

“Oh, yeah they’re my crew… tiny gang the lot of us. Call ourselves Stray Catz, even got a cool lil’ logo on the backs of our jackets.” He chuckled, pointing to his back. “Uh, sorry about Asheton. You’re not my cutie, but you are a cutie for sure, but I don’t want them assumin’ nothin’ an-”

“Vik, it’s okay. You did… only have the one drink like he said right?” They took his jacket and fixed the collar a little sloppily. “While we did only just meet I wouldn’t want you driving and getting hurt…”

Viktor looked down at them, blushing from the touch. “No, no… Just the one… Promise. Also, I’m down to stick around a lil’ longer with you if you don’t mind it… or-”

They sighed, holding their bag. “Actually… I should call and get a ride so I can go home I have a lot to do and my friends all kind of left already-”

“I’ll take you home.” Viktor held their hands, knowing well how strange it sounded given they were right, they only just met- and yet... “It’s late, like you said… and this way you don’t have to wake anyone up.”

He was trying to make excuses, and he could tell his face was on fire the entire time. Something about them just got his heart going, and he wanted so badly to extend the time they had to hang out together. At this point he’d long since forgotten about scoring with them, he was a little more interested in just them.

Altani looked up at him, the two lingering, holding hands for slightly too long of a time before they responded to him, their face flustered. “Actually, yeah okay. I’m okay with that.”

Viktor smiled down at them. “Okay, lemme foot the bill for us and then I’ll take you to my car, wait here!”

Altani was going to interrupt him to say he didn’t need to pay for them but he was already talking to the barkeep. They did smile a little at him while he wasn’t looking.

The night air was wonderfully crisp, Viktor had his convertible’s top down and was telling Altani about his favorite places to hang out, telling them more about himself and his gang. The city was definitely starting to wind down for the night, lots of lights off in the houses as they drove past, the hill leading up to Altani’s place definitely making it evident with how dark the sea of black below was.

They rolled up to a quaint two story building, a nice little house with a big tree up front and in the back, rows of bushes and hedges surrounding it. There were no vehicles parked out front, and the garage didn’t seem to have any signs of use in quite some time.

Vik turned off the car, hopping out the side of it instead of opening the door and rushed over to Altani’s side to get their door open.

“Why thank you, what a gentleman.” They laughed, Vik grinning at them. “For a greaser, you sure are a sweetie.”

“Well… um.” Vik was at a loss for words, very clearly distracted by them as they fixed his jacket for him again, enamoured with the way they gently tugged at it to set it in place neatly.

They turned on their heel, their dark scaled tail swishing behind them. They skipped over to the door of their house, waving to him. “Thank you for the ride~! The dancing was really fun, I needed that!”

“H-Hey, wait!” He called back, half jumping forwards instead of walking in an attempt to move closer before they closed the door. “We should hang out again sometime!”

Altani looked back through the door, Vik was determined that they were going to shoo him away… but surprisingly was given back an, “Okay! Let’s meet up again sometime.”

The door closed behind them, and Viktor’s face lit up with glee. As he climbed back into his seat he made a casual note of the address, looking up to see light on upstairs before he cranked his music (like an asshole) and drove off.

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a-vampire-culturelover · 2 years

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Garbage gets possessed by a demon- the crackfic where that’s literally it >:)

"Moon, what's Halloween?" Garbage asked his friend, sprawled on the floor and purring out of bored. Moon gave him this funny look, indicating he was being stupid about something and was about to be made fun of per usual. "You're...joking right?" "No seriously what's Halloween?"

Moon then began to explain to him about the holiday, and even brought out a mysterious little board. An oujia board apparently.

“So you just use this board to talk to ghost and demons?” Garbage said as the lights were turned off and candles were lit. Moon and Garbage grabbed the piece as they asked it questions of whether it was here and if it intended to arm. And it was going all well and good until Garbage decided to flirt with it. "Hey baby, are you a demon? Because I want you to possess me~" Garbage flirted with the board as it suddenly shook. Out of nowhere, Garbage's gave a loud and long wheeze, his bones cracking as his body shifted and was seized by the demon that once was communicating from the board. A black liquid began to flow from his now darkened eyes as the possession finished with a loud snap. The now possessed-Garbage mumbled ancient words as it climbed the ceiling and surveyed the room. A new person had entered the room, being Abbadon, a friend of the two.

So imagine his surprise when he sees Garbage with a demon influencing him, an unholy screech coming from the vampire-cat on the ceiling, as suddenly Moon grabbed his hand and dragged him to a salt circle; And keeping the demon inside of Garbage's bod from coming any closer. "What the fuck did I walk into?!" Abbadon questioned the short vampire, unsure of why their tarot-reading activities would be postponed due to her and Garbage being dumbasses again. Moon rolled her eyes as she explained she was just showing Garbage what Halloween was, prompting another question from Abaddon on 'Why the fuck would you get him possessed in order to show him what the holiday was like??'

After a minute or two, Abadon saw his beloved Tarantula, Nautilus, on a table nearby, right below where a possessed Garbage was on the ceiling. Fearing for his little buddy, Abbadon risked it by rushing to get the small spider, coddling them in his pale hands. Unbeknownst to him this was not Nautilus, rather it was a trap for the demon in the apartment. Abbadon suddenly contorted and writhed in pain as the demon took ahold of him too, Moon giving another eyeroll as she took the board and communicated with the demon again. Hey sorry about Garbage, he’s just a dumbass that flirts with things because he can.

Oh ok. Say you wouldn’t happen to know Edgard would you?

Why yes, he’s my adoptive father.

Sweet.

And just like that, everyone went back to normal. Abbadon went to check on his tarantula in a hurry, while Garbage left exhausted from his posession, grumbling about Eustace and his grandkid Rodney as he left.

#short little crackfic :3 #adventure time stakes #stakes #adventure time ocs #adventure time the moon #tw demon possession

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cielospeaks · 2 years

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event review since the last one

Story- 5/10. tbh it is split down the middle. all of the “main story” stuff was trash. i didnt like either of the servants, didnt like their storylines, didnt like their designs. but on the other hand it did really well w izou. and seeing senpai get more screentime even if dog =/= wolf (oh my gosh game get this through your fiuccking head) is also always good. literally izou and sousukes friendship gives me life.

Free servant- n.a./10. honestly im glad a little bc i didnt like either gacha servant but also there was speculation that setanta would be added so. :/

Gacha servant- 5/10. i didnt like them so i didnt roll for them :/ its that simple. tho i was tempted at some point (before her goals in the story were revealed fuck that) to roll for ba kin bc i didnt want to separate izou and sousuke. but im glad i didnt lol

Event gameplay- 9/10. average in terms of events. but the dog expedition system was so wholesome it boosts up the points. goodest boys. you can pet the dogs in f g o

Other- 5/10. myroom was nice and inoffensive (i was reminded of how much i hated 2021 white day) and had sanshin music, so its good in my books. everything else was fine enough.

Overall- 6/10.

rated higher just for izou and the dogs, but they cant save the horrible personalities of the event servants, nor the bad plot of the event. at least it didnt really affect izou (or even hokusai, or senpai, or anyone else) in relation.

other events bc i dont remember if i did them

anniv was 6/10 bc xu fu is finally here! and also a good izou ce. the kon event was also fine (6-7/10 id say), im glad they did good (or at least not bad) by the trung sisters, bc they couldve just bsed it and made them “jeannefaces” or some nonsense. taisui is cute and fine enough, and a much better free servant than other suggested ones (please gosh no dont bring in lb6 shilling again). white day was garbage, 3 or 2/10 bc bad character and unfunny referential jokes (not offensive, just not funny either). golden week was trash, like even worse trash for making fun of people dying in natural disasters at the start and just overall bad. idk why the writers write abt a country they clearly hate and have prejudice against, and just continue to do what they condemn others for doing. 0/10 honestly, would skip. but i forgot to get that altera code so i need to not skip. fuck. i hate 2020s event more for personal reasons but i think for taste/morals the 2022 collab is worse. (2021 had some really iffy implications too, and just bad double standards with the event servant, but it wasnt as insensitive as 2022s nor as insulting to me personally as 2020s. 2019s was just boring and a bad story). valentines is 4/10. the lottery system sucks, and had mixed feelings abt (mostly ship/implications around) the new servant, but the actual character and abilities were fun to play with, and the valentines werent awful.

i guess ill write the summer one when its over bc i dont know rn. it could be eh or it could be fucking garbage. who knows

#event review #gameblogging

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julialouisdreyfest · 2 years

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Garbage Man Interview

First off, for the people, in your own words, who are you, what do you play, where are you from, and what is the name of your band?

Hi there, I'm Nick Duude and I play guitar and do vocals for Garbage Man from Wisconsin and, more recently, Iowa.

You guys are a noise rock band, I think it’s safe to say- when I first saw you play Billings maybe 10 (jesus christ) years ago, you were much less abrasive, yet somehow more…. Annoying. In the best way possible. how did the evolution in the sound start? Was the iteration of the band now always the vision, 10 (jesus fucking christ) years ago?

It was! The long reigning problem is booking tours, and having last minute cancellations. Our (then) current drummer couldn't get out of some work obligations, so we said "fuck it" and busted out some trash cans. That was for one tour only, but ended up working out well for us in a pinch.

Are you still doing Bob's Angry Pins? If so, any specials you got going on, that you wanna plug? Or any other side hustles you wanna plug?

You betcha, all for bands all day! Working on getting some new sizes, as well as styles in. Our newest one is going to be reflective iridescent buttons with custom designs underneath. They look pretty neat!

If you're bothering to use your internal voice to read my word, I'll give you 10% off an order! Just mention this interview or Julia Louis Dreyfest from now until the end of August 2022.

[email protected]

Facebook.com

Insta: @BOBSANGRYPINS

I’m trying to remember, last time we played Sheboygan with you, there was like a famous punk guy from the 80s at the show… as you may recall I had a hard time recollecting much of anything from that night for various reasons… am I remembering this correctly?

There was! They are a long-time supporter of local music and have become a good friend of ours, whether it be drinking whiskey on the patio or playing their banjo before/between/after shows. They prefer to roll in the background, so I don't want to out them and their story, but I miss them and our good friend Teek, the WC owner/operator, very much post-moving to Iowa. Viva La WC; the true cultural germ ground whether folks will/did recognize or not.

I don’t think i’ve ever asked you- do you have any opinions on Making a Murderer? As someone who lived not far from Manitowoc I am assuming you are an expert in the subject.

I'm from about an hour away from where this happened, but I prefer to focus and read on other less televised terrible things that have happened in the state of WI. Some recommended highlights to experience this include:

Wisconsin Death Trip

Ed Gein

The Phoenix Ship Tragedy

Scott Walker doing anything to the state of WI

Killdozer (the band, not the Ed)

Modern-day property segregation in Milwaukee

Over/Under - yes, we all hate pitchfork, and yes, this is like… “their thing” but dammit! It’s too much fun not to play! I will give you a word/thing/idea, and you just have to say if you think it is underrated or overrated, and feel free to expound on your reasoning as much as you’d like, or not at all!

Culvers -

Under; if Craig was even more of a Republican he would have taken over the Midwest fast food game already

Halloween (the general holiday) -

Over, but I feel this is due to me being naturally old/scary-looking. Boo.

Madison, Wisconsin -

Over, but go get some super sexy fries from Mickey's Tavern while you're there.

Tennis (the sport) -

Over, I've heard it just makes peoples' elbows feel funny

Tennis (the band) -

Over, never listened to them before in my life but I can ignorantly and confidently say I feel this way about them

The EPA -

Over, I know just the right amount of emissions my car needs to be emitting, not them.

Stranger Things -

Under, I've never watched it but they appearedly have the ability to get people into music 40+ years old. Cue the Kate Bush metalcore covers please.

Aaron Rodgers, but purely based on his performance as celebrity host of Jeopardy! -

I didn't watch, but I'd hope it ends similarly to "Wheel.......Of Money!"

Cucumbers -

Under as a utility, over as a food item

The Green Bay Packer Cheese Hat -

Under, pop that fucker on + a beer and a bendy straw; you're ready for Sunday mass and noon kickoff.

Marvin Heemeyer/Killdozer -

Over, he had plenty of chances to dump his shitty land for a profit and nestle himself somewhere else before they pushed him out. He almost got the under due to targeted destruction, which is all anyone can ask for in the end.

Super Smash Brothers -

Under, the 3DS port got the short end. I went to the midnight release with a friend and we were the only ones who showed; show some respect!

Hamms -

Under, don't let the label fool you, it tastes exactly like PBR but it's -$10/30 rack cheaper.

Anime -

Under, watch Akira sometime

Rollerblades -

Over, split the wheels up and build a skateboard

Pissed Jeans -

The feeling? Under. The band? Over, but that song Scrapbooking is a shining star

You can catch Garbage Man during this year's fest at Craft Local on August 5th at 9:30pm!

SEE YOU IN THE PIT!

#garbageman #billingsmontana #jldviii #julialouisdreyfest #dreyfest #Bandcamp

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starryhyuck · 3 years

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sugar daddy galore! (m)

pairing: sugardaddy!jaemin + sub!reader + sugardaddy!jeno

words: 4k+

summary: you’ve been struggling with choosing the perfect sugar daddy for you. the two candidates, na jaemin and lee jeno, are both vying for your attention. however, you’ve failed to tell them that you’ve been fucking them both while also taking their money. oops.

genre: smut

warnings: double penetration, fingering, lots of creampies, way too many orgasms, daddy kink, pussy slapping, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation, crying

thank you for 4.8k followers!

“Two sugar daddies? Are you serious, Y/N?”

You roll your eyes at the incredulity in Karina’s voice. “Relax. I’m in a trial and error stage. The app said that I could date around, figure out which one is best for me and settle in a few weeks.”

She blinks at you, eyes still wide with disbelief. You admit that although sugar daddies are uncommon, they’ve become more normalized nowadays. There are tons of apps that help sugar babies meet their potential sugar daddies, which appealed to your rough financial situation. You haven’t spoken to your parents in years and you’ve been putting yourself through college. While your friends were out drinking and having fun, you stayed home and tried to plan out your budgeting schedule for the next month or so.

It was miserable, and it landed you in front of Jeno and Jaemin.

“Well?” Karina asks, staring at you over the rim of her coffee cup. Karina has been the only friend of yours who you’ve told about your situation, mainly because you know she won’t judge you, she’ll just have a list of incoming questions. “Have you decided?”

You shrug. “Not really. I mean, Jaemin is so sweet and funny but-“ you huff.

“But what?” She prods.

“He’s just so, vanilla in bed,” you whine. “It’s really sweet how he checks in on me and makes sure I’m okay, but you know when you just want someone to manhandle you like a rag doll? Jeno does exactly that.”

She hums. “So, you have one guy who’s sweet and pretty, but boring in bed. Then, you have another guy who’s rough and dominant with you, but a little

more shy. Interesting pair.”

You narrow your eyes at her, ignoring the heated glare from a mother who scurries past your table with her children. You admit that a public coffee shop is probably not the most appropriate location for this conversation.

“What are you saying, Karina?”

She smiles mischievously. “I’m saying that you actually don’t have a problem at all. Look at it this way — if you find a way to bring them together, they can both provide exactly what you’re looking for. They balance each other out.”

You laugh at the idea. “I don’t know, they’re both super territorial. I doubt they could be in the same room without turning it into a competition.”

Karina smirks. “Isn’t that the fun part?”

—

“Thank you for tonight.”

Jaemin smiles at you adoringly as he walks you up to your apartment door. “It was my pleasure. I hope you had fun.”

“I did,” you assure, returning his grin. You stick your key into the lock, turning it slowly. “I hope we can do it again sometime soon.”

“Of course,” he beams at you. “Anytime.”

As you open the door, you hear a mix of jumbled voices. You didn’t know Karina was bringing anyone over tonight. As you move to wish Jaemin goodbye, she comes scurrying down the hallway, a panicked look in her eyes.

“What? Are you okay?” You immediately ask, alarmed by her behavior.

She smiles awkwardly at Jaemin and leans in to whisper to you. “Jeno’s here.”

“What?” You hiss, taken aback. Jeno never messaged you that he was coming to your apartment tonight.

“Is everything okay?” Jaemin asks worriedly, hand resting on your lower back.

Your mouth opens, your brain preparing an excuse as fast as it possibly can. The entire situation turns into fire garbage when Jeno comes strolling down the hallway, eyeing the proximity of you and Jaemin.

“Y/N, I was waiting for you. Sorry for inconveniencing you like this.”

“Uh-“ you murmur, Karina watching the whole situation with wide eyes.

“Love, who’s this?” Jaemin asks in your ear, protectively taking a step closer to you, his front hitting your back. Jeno’s fists clench at the action. Karina awkwardly grabs her jacket from the nearby closet and moves past you.

“Karina-“ you hiss, grabbing her arm.

“Your mess, you clean it up,” she replies. “Remember, you could always go with what I told you before.”

Her left eye drops in a subtle wink before she breezes past you and Jaemin. You’re left with the two sugar daddies the app connected to you, and you laugh to clear the tension.

“How about I make us all a drink?”

—

“You can do this, you can do this,” you whisper to yourself, hands struggling to pour the bottle of rum into three glasses.

You left Jeno and Jaemin in the living room, slightly panicking that your two sugar daddies have now met one another. It wasn’t that big of a deal, right? They both must know that you joined the app to explore and date around.

Everything’s fine.

You walk back into your living room with a smile on your face. Your heart plummets at the sight of them sitting on opposite ends of the couch, glaring at one another.

“I brought us drinks,” you smile, ignoring their questioning stares. You squeeze in between them on the couch, offering them each a glass.

After a few moments of silence, Jaemin speaks up.

“Love, are you going to explain?”

Jeno’s fingers tighten around his glass. “Yeah, baby. Care to explain?”

You blink twice, focusing on the television in front of you instead of staring at either of them. Jeno’s right hand settles on your thigh, and if you weren’t so frightened by the outcome of losing both of your sugar daddies tonight, you would be incredibly wet.

You figure out a place to start. “Well, you know how I met you through the sugar daddy app-“

“Yes, that much was clear,” Jeno says directly, eyes darkening as you squirm.

You clear your throat. “Yes, well, the app said it was encouraged for sugar babies to date around and see which sugar daddy fits best for them.”

Jaemin was a little more calm. “So, the entire time you’ve been seeing me, you’ve also been seeing Jeno?”

You keep your head down and nod.

“And you’ve been accepting money from both me and him?” Jeno asks.

You nod again.

“And you’ve been sleeping with the both of us?”

“And not telling either of us the entire time?”

You nod, your throat closing at the massive guilt building in your stomach. You quickly chug the entire glass of rum down your throat.

You can hear Jeno’s deep breaths from beside you, while Jaemin seems to be deep in thought.

Jeno is the first one to speak, and it’s nothing you expected.

“I want you to strip down to your underwear and wait for me in the bedroom.”

Your head darts up and you look over at him. You’ve seen Jeno like this only once before, and it was when you were roleplaying in bed. He always liked to pretend to be really angry with you so that he could fuck you harder. This time, however, the anger was real.

“But Jeno-“

“What did you call me?” He hisses, slamming his glass on your coffee table.

You gulp, not even daring to look at Jaemin’s reaction.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You awkwardly stand from the couch and shuffle over to your bedroom, closing the door quietly. Your heart is beating a mile a minute, afraid and slightly excited for what’s in store for you tonight. You don’t know if Jaemin will be joining or if Jeno plans to claim you as his own.

You follow Jeno’s instructions, stripping down to your underwear and sitting on the edge of your bed in anticipation. You can hear small mumbling outside but nothing clear. You only hope that they aren’t ensuing a fight.

Jaemin is the first one to enter, which surprises you. He smiles softly at you, still wearing his casual sweater and jeans from your date earlier. He approaches you on the bed, hands cupping your face gently.

“Hi, sweet girl. How are you?” He coos, fingers rubbing over your cheeks.

“I-I’m okay,” you reply shakily. “Is Jeno coming in?”

Jaemin nods. “He sure is. He’s very upset with you.”

“Are you upset with me?”

He frowns, tangling his hands in your hair to distract himself.

“I wish you had been honest with me.”

The door bursts open, Jeno walking through and glaring at you. You cower under his heavy gaze and Jaemin frowns.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” he hisses to Jeno, who switches his death stare from you to Jaemin. “We both know what we signed up to when we used the app.”

Jeno chuckles darkly. “I already dropped five-thousand on her tuition. Care to match that?”

Jaemin frowns. At most, he’s paid for expensive dinners and new lingerie he’s enjoyed seeing on you, but nothing near Jeno’s number.

You decide to speak up. “Daddy, I’m sorry-“

“Save it,” Jeno retorts. “Get in position.”

You ignore Jaemin’s worried glance, wishing you could tell him that you were completely over the moon with the current situation. You knew Jaemin — if he really had a problem with what was currently happening, he would already be out the door. Something is making him stay, and you hope this means that you can tell Karina she was an evil genius.

You eagerly get in the position that Jeno enjoys, head hitting your pillow as you prop your ass in the air, spreading your legs so Jeno can see the slick running down your thighs.

Jeno smirks and turns to Jaemin, whose eyes are as wide as saucers. “See? She’s just a little whore who needs commands to obey.” Jeno walks over to you, fingers digging into your cheeks so that you turn to face him, drool slipping from your mouth. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

You immediately nod to the best of your ability. “Yes, Daddy.”

Jeno smiles at your obedience. He shifts his focus back to Jaemin.

“Here’s what’s going to happen — I’m going to have full control of the situation tonight. I want you to give her two orgasms, exactly two. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Holy shit. The rest?

“You can do whatever vanilla shit you’ve already been doing with her before, I don’t really care. Once I’m in her ass though, I need you to fuck her cunt. Are we good?”

Silence hangs in the air and you close your eyes in humiliation. All the times Jaemin has taken you out and you’ve played the innocent college girl role for him, it’s all thrown out the window. Jeno knows who you really are in the bedroom, and he’s exposing it to your other sugar daddy for the very first time.

After a few more moments, Jeno speaks up again. “If none of this is working for you, feel free to leave. I have enough stamina to punish her on my own.”

Humiliation turns into arousal by Jeno’s words, and you feel your panties dampen at the thought of Jeno giving you a taste of your medicine all night long.

Jeno lets go of your face and you fall back into the mattress, but you know better than to raise your head to take a peek. You hear some shuffling and hushed whispers, too low for you to understand what’s being said. You sincerely hope that Jaemin doesn’t leave since he’s one of the sweetest guys you’ve ever been with.

The thought of apologizing to him the next day disappears when you feel two hands roam the expanse of your ass.

You hear a sigh. “This isn’t fair, love,” Jaemin mutters. “How many times has he seen you like this and I barely get a taste of you most days?”

His fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling it down as if he was teasing himself. You hear him grunt when the fabric sticks to your folds, and you can tell that your wetness has ruined another pair of panties.

“Fuck,” Jaemin curses. “Is she always like this?”

“With me, of course,” Jeno chuckles. “Don’t know about you, pretty boy.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jaemin bites back, ignoring Jeno’s laughter.

You can tell this is all new for Jaemin — a squeaky clean guy who’s been raised to take over his family’s company from the day he was born. He told you on your second date that he took etiquette classes when he was younger, which explained his actions both in and out of bed. The farthest you two have ever gone was casual missionary in your bedroom. Nothing beyond that, much to your dismay.

You yelp when you feel his fingers play gently with your folds, spreading them and watching as juices drop from your pretty cunt.

You can hear the frustration in Jeno’s voice. “Is this how you normally fuck her? No wonder she needed a second guy.”

“Fuck you, asshole. I actually want to make sure she’s okay.”

Jeno laughs again, moving to grab a fistful of hair in his hands and tugging. You squeal at the pain, back arching to meet his gaze. He smiles devilishly down at you.

“Open wide,” he instructs and you do as he says, opening your mouth to welcome two of his fingers sliding down your throat. You immediately choke at the intrusion but make no signals to stop him. His eyes drift upwards to lock with Jaemin’s. “See? She needs the push. She doesn’t look like she’s stopping me, does she, pretty boy?”

You can almost feel Jaemin’s raging anger behind you at Jeno continuously challenging him. His emotions cause a finger to slip inside of your pussy, making you moan around Jeno’s digits.

Jeno grunts. “That’s more like it.”

Almost as if Jeno’s given him a mission, Jaemin places one hand on your hip, focusing on making you crumble underneath him. You whimper when he inserts another finger, scissoring you and watching as you cry. Jeno retracts from your mouth, grinning as a string of spit follows after him.

“So fucking messy. Are you going to apologize?”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Sorry for what?”

“For making a mess.”

He hums in appreciation. Jaemin isn’t happy in the slightest bit that none of your attention is on him, even though he’s the one who is knuckles deep in your sloppy cunt. He tightens his grip on your hip and you squeak, knowing the pressure will leave a bruise.

When his fingers leave your pussy, you whine at the loss. The emptiness doesn’t last long as you hear the clang of his belt hit the floor. You ready yourself for the intrusion, and Jeno tugs at your hair again so that you lock eyes with him.

“Look at me,” he hisses. “Look at me when he’s fucking you.”

You comply with his orders, mouth opening in a silent gasp when Jaemin slides his cock inside your weeping pussy. Jeno leans over, spitting onto your awaiting tongue.

“Swallow.”

His spit travels down your throat, and you push your tongue out to prove it. He grins before looking up at Jaemin.

“Fuck her harder. Want to hear her scream.”

You nearly do when Jaemin thrusts into you harshly, so different from the caring Jaemin that always checks before he begins moving. Although Jeno knows how you really are in the bedroom, Jaemin is the one who’s memorized your body. He knows exactly how to get you to the edge, where that one spot is which causes you to go blind from the pleasure.

He finds it almost instantly, and you cry out, struggling to keep eye contact with Jeno. His fingers grip your cheeks tightly as he forces you to stare at him.

“Little fucking whore,” he chuckles. “So eager for anyone’s cock that you’ll rob two men of thousands of dollars, huh?”

You know better than to correct him of the situation, simply nodding and agreeing. You cry under his hold, Jaemin battering your pussy and driving you to the edge faster than he ever has before. Jeno smiles down at you through your orgasm, smirk planted on his face as you sob. Once the waves of pleasure have subsided, Jeno throws you down onto the mattress, fingers wrapping around your throat as you lifelessly lay on your back.

“One more, pretty boy,” he remarks to Jaemin. “One more and then she’s mine.”

You can’t see Jaemin’s reaction to Jeno’s words anymore, eyes blearily blinking up at the ceiling. Jeno knows exactly how tight his grip is on your throat, and he’ll only make it tighter if you disobey. You recall passing out once because you couldn’t breathe, and you woke up to Jeno fucking you roughly into the mattress.

Jaemin makes it a mission to prove that he can fuck you just as good as Jeno can. You gasp when a harsh slap lands on your pussy, your legs still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. Jaemin hits you another two times, your clit ready to explode at the connection. Before you can recover, he pushes back into you. You scream, your body crying from the overstimulation.

Jeno keeps a hand wrapped around your throat, watching as you sob loudly. You can tell Jaemin is a little softer than before, and you know he’s resisting the urge to check on you and make sure you’re okay.

“Harder,” Jeno growls at him. “It’s not good if she can still think.”

You gasp when Jaemin does exactly as Jeno says, thrusting into you harder and finding your sweet spot once more. Drool drips from the side of your lips while Jaemin continues to plow into you.

When he can feel your orgasm approaching, Jeno tightens his grip on your throat, nearly cutting off your source of oxygen. The combined feeling of Jeno choking you and Jaemin railing into you has your orgasm hitting you like a truck.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, losing your vision for a few seconds as your body spasms and jolts. You cry and cry, your pleas for help being heard by no one.

When you come to, you realize you’ve squirted all over the sheets and Jaemin’s upper half. You also realize that Jaemin emptied himself inside of you, ropes of cum warming your pussy.

“Not bad, pretty boy,” Jeno chuckles. “Now, move aside. It’s my turn now.”

As Jaemin and Jeno are switching places, you blubber to the both of them.

“I’m so sorry, D-Daddy. Please f-forgive m-me. Please, Daddy. I w-won’t be mean again, I’m sorry,” you beg, knowing that Jeno will be anything but gentle with you.

“Aw, that’s cute, baby,” Jeno smirks, undressing slowly and watching you. “You think a simple apology will make up for what you did to us.”

You blink when Jeno grips his base, fingers slowly stroking up and down his cock. Red and leaking heavily from the tip, you can tell how mad Jeno is with you just by looking at the state of his heavy length. You feel Jaemin push back some strands of hair away from your face.

Just like you predicted, Jeno uses you in whatever way he wants. You’re just a doll for him to use, cock splitting you in half with the force of his thrusts. While he fucks you until your body is screaming for him to stop, Jaemin stares down at you curiously, fingers running over your cheek gently.

You can’t seem to shut up. Whether it be moaning, whining, crying or just babbling incoherent noises, you complete all of the above as Jeno fucks you.

“D-Daddy, so g-good- your cock is so g-good- so big, daddy- you fill me up s-s-so well- want you to fuck me everyday, daddy, please-“

Jeno laughs sinisterly at your endless stream of consciousness.

“God, you’re such a filthy slut,” he growls, hips snapping into yours harder.

You reach another orgasm in the blink of an eye, body completely giving up on you. You allow Jeno to manhandle you again, pushing you back in position with your ass in the air and face shoved into the mattress. He nearly folds you in half when he begins thrusting again, the sound of his thighs slapping yours growing even louder as Jaemin’s cum leaks from your cunt. It’s a sticky mess, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jeno fucks you until you’re absolutely begging for him to show you mercy. You’ve already had another two orgasms, and you know the next one will completely break you. Jeno can sense this as well, sliding out of you and motioning to Jaemin.

“Your turn. Hold her up and fuck her cunt.”

Jaemin doesn’t put up a fight this time, eager to feel you wrapped around him again. His cock stands tall as he lifts you, wrapping his arms around your upper body and holding you up. This new position gives both him and Jeno the opportunity to fuck you simultaneously.

Jeno and you have done anal many times before, and he’s bought you an endless amount of butt plugs to play with while he abuses your pussy. You’ve never had two cocks at the same time before, however.

You don’t have time to ponder over the logistics, eyes blinking open and shut as you teeter on the brink of exhaustion. You hear the opening of a lube bottle and Jaemin’s gentle voice in your ears.

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, aligning his cock to your entrance. You weep when he presses himself inside your heat again. He builds up a slow pace before you feel Jeno at your back. His fingers circle your rim, coating it with lube and making you shudder.

“Now, be a good girl and take both of our cocks,” Jeno hisses at you. You obey, wrapping your arms around Jaemin’s neck and pushing your ass out to let Jeno enter your other hole.

When the tip of his cock prods at your entrance, you take a deep breath. Luckily, Jeno isn’t ruthless, knowing it’s your first time taking something so massive in your ass. He slowly pushes in while Jaemin thrusts gently in your cunt.

Once Jeno bottoms out, you cum again from the feeling of having two cocks buried inside of you. You let them have their way with you, both of them finding an unspoken rhythm. Every time Jaemin enters your cunt, Jeno pushes out of your other entrance and vice versa. They continue like this, the air filled with heavy grunts and shameless whimpers.

You start blacking out every few seconds, your body filled with pleasure and begging you to slow down. The two men you’re sandwiched in between don’t give you the opportunity.

“Please,” you whisper, breathless. “Please.”

Jaemin is the first to relieve himself, shooting more of his cum inside of you. It drips out of your crying pussy, falling onto the sheets. He quickly withdraws from you, collapsing on the mattress in exhaustion. His withdrawal allows Jeno to grip your hips hard, thrusting deep into you until you can barely hold yourself up.

“I wish you could see yourself,” he chuckles into your ear. “See how desperate you look with two cocks fucking you. I wonder what everyone would think of you, selling yourself out for money. Perfect little princess likes to get fucked by her two sugar daddies.”

You don’t even know how many orgasms you’ve had at this point, and whether or not another one is incoming. The pleasure is too strong and unrecognizable.

Jeno reaches his high after a few more minutes of stretching you. You clench around him when his cum fills your ass, making you feel completely full with both his and Jaemin’s cum.

The three of you collapse in a heap of desperate breaths and utter exhaustion. You feel yourself drifting to sleep when Jaemin speaks up.

“You should show me how to do that.”

Jeno laughs. “Do what?”

“Fuck her until she can’t think. I actually enjoyed seeing her so fucked up like that.”

“Welcome to the club. I’ll show you before she wakes up again. She loves waking up to you fucking her, trust me.”

You’re not even afraid for what’s to come when your eyes open again, but you know it can’t be good.

Your two sugar daddies are here to stay and completely ruin you.

#nct smut #jaemin smut #jaemin #jeno smut #jeno

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝖙𝖜��𝖈𝖊 I || professor!helmut zemo x reader

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : history is so much more interesting when he’s teaching it. you’d better be careful before the two of you end up with a history of your own.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : 6k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : smut (incl. semi-public sex in an office and oral f receiving), significant age gap (reader is 20, zemo is 39; it isn’t actually mentioned though but it comes up in the next part), the slightest bit of angst?, nearly pwp at this point lol

You wouldn’t know it by the way you were enraptured with his lecture, but you weren’t even a history major.

Quite far from it, really, well outside of the college of liberal arts, and yet here you were in the front row, watching him gesture over a large map of Western Europe while he explained the sociocultural impacts of the Treaty of Versailles.

It was probably pretty obvious why you took such interest in all this, though. After all, you were the only one who dressed as well as he did, your blazers and skirts and loafers standing out amongst a sea of hoodies and sweats and flip-flops; and, you were the only one who paid close attention and yet never seemed to be taking any notes…

Why would you, after all? Looking away to write in your notebook would mean missing out on all the fun, and unfortunately you had found that when you copied down the words he spoke, his accent was not retained in writing.

Some kid in the back of the class had asked about his accent the first day; you thought it was kind of a rude question, if you were being honest, but he didn’t seem to mind too much (if perhaps a bit surprised that anyone cared). He explained he was from a small country called Sokovia, but that his accent was a bit unique since he spoke Russian, German, Spanish, and Italian as well.

Because of course he did. Like he was specifically designed to target all your weaknesses.

“Well, I could talk about that for the rest of the evening but I’ll spare you all and let you out a bit early today, how does that sound?” Professor Zemo offered. The other students weakly cheered, a few claps here and there as you heard binders shutting and backpacks being zipped, but you were disappointed. You didn’t want to go back to your dorm, all you were going to do there was think about him anyways.

Damn, I’ve really got it bad, you thought to yourself, shaking your head as you stood up and gathering your things, slinging your bag over your shoulder. You glanced up at the podium where another student was chatting with Professor Zemo, and either he said something really funny or she was trying way too hard to flirt with him. You rolled your eyes, irritated by the display and yet envious of her audacity to just go up there and talk to him. Imagine having a crush and actually being able to look them in the eye and hold a conversation; you could barely do that with people you didn’t happen to find attractive.

Just as you were about to make it out the door, you heard your name and spun around. You were shocked to realize it was the Professor trying to get your attention. If only you’d thought to pretend you hadn’t heard him.

“Could I speak with you for a moment?” he requested, motioning you over with two curled fingers. With a swallow and a nod, you stepped out of the flow of students exiting into the hallway and approached the desk at the front of the room.

“What is it?” you asked.

“I just wanted to discuss your most recent paper, if you have some time,” he explained, and your heart sunk. Of course it was garbage, you’d written the whole thing last minute during a near-all-nighter. “I still have the copy you turned in here in my bag.”

“Right, of course— sure,” you nodded. By now the classroom was empty spare for the two of you, your words echoing slightly; presumably that was intentional, since these places were built for acoustics, but it made you worry you’d have to hear whatever criticism he had for you multiple times.

He pulled out the slightly-wrinkled paper and took his glasses off of his vest to wear (fuck, did he have to wear the glasses, just to personally attack you?) as he glanced over the top page before folding it over the staple.

“This essay,” he continued, “it’s—”

Ridiculous. Idiotic. A blight on humanity and a waste of printer ink.

“Fascinating,” he finished, surprising you. “After I read it, I searched your student profile on my office computer—”

You gulped, trying not to take that as a compliment.

“I’m looking at your information and I’m seeing you aren’t even a history major— is this a mistake, when it says your major is computer science?”

“No, that’s my major,” you nodded.

“Well, that’s a shame,” he decided, “because you have some really interesting ideas in here, clearly you must have studied history before.”

“I mean, not really,” you shrugged. “I didn’t even care that much about history until, you know, you...r class,” you finished quickly, realizing it sounded too odd otherwise.

And that smile, the way he looked down at the floor suddenly, was he blushing? “Thank you. I’m always… glad to inspire.”

If only you knew everything you’d inspired in me, Professor.

“If you didn’t care about history, what would motivate you to register for an honors history seminar?” he asked suddenly.

“Well…” you trailed off, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck as you dodged his gaze.

“It couldn’t possibly be because I’m teaching it,” he realized.

“I came to your talk last year, the one you did about the Sokovian civil war,” you finally admitted, letting out a lungful of air as you said it and looking up at him sheepishly.

“Ah,” he nodded, “yes, that might make a bit more sense. But we still haven’t found the real reason, have we?” His eyebrow raised slightly and you felt like he was toying with you— but you liked it, the shiver that ran up your spine made that obvious. “Because the question remains of what would possess a computer science student to take time out of her busy schedule on a Friday night— if I recall the night correctly— to listen to some stuffy visiting scholar talk about a bloody war in a country she may not have even heard of before.”

“My friend brought me,” you defended.

“Under what guise?” he pressed.

“She… may have mentioned something about… a cute professor with a sexy accent…” you stammered, cringing slightly as you spared a glance back up at him. He was staring back at you with the most bewildering expression. His eyes said ‘you thought I was cute?’, and yet his smile said ‘I knew it.’

“You must’ve been horribly disappointed when I took the stage,” he finally replied, voice a bit lower, softer, not echoing around the room anymore.

“Not at all,” you returned, almost below your breath now, and suddenly you became very aware that you were standing too close to him, but you couldn’t move away, you couldn’t even look away anymore. “I’m here, aren’t I? Taking your class?”

“And you make it nearly impossible to focus, did you know that? I swear your eyes never leave me, I can feel them on me. It’s quite unfair, because I can’t stare back at you no matter how much I want to.”

Just as you looked down at his lips and back up to his eyes, which seemed to be following a similar pattern on your own face, just when you thought this might be it and you were about to do something you really shouldn’t (but really wanted to), you heard the door open behind you and you spun around so fast you nearly hurt your neck.

“Oh,” the man in the doorway mumbled, apparently surprised to see you enough to nearly drop the papers tucked under his arm. “I’m teaching the next class in here— Honors History of Islam?”

“Professor Waters, yes, my apologies,” Zemo nodded, “we were just… our discussion ran a bit long, we’ll get out of your way.”

You and Zemo awkwardly gathered your things and made a dash for the door as the older professor took his place at the podium. Once the two of you were out in the hall, you let out a sigh and gave each other a glance, like you were each waiting for the other to either acknowledge or ignore what had just (almost) happened.

“I have my next class across campus in a half hour,” he remembered suddenly, lifting his arm and pulling back the brown sleeve of his coat to look at his watch.

“Right, you should… get to that,” you nodded.

“Walk with me?” he proposed, and you hoped your smile wasn’t as beaming as it felt.

“I’d love to.”

So maybe you ended up skipping your evening class to sit in the back of his History of England course. And, perhaps, he ended that one early, too, this time to buy you coffee at the student center; and your discussion ended up going on so long that the coffee shop closed and you had to go to his office to finish the conversation.

But, in a certain sense, it could be argued that you never really got a chance to finish that conversation after all… because a few moments after he shut the door to his office, you, for lack of a better term, jumped his bones.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your lips as you pulled him closer by his jacket, “we can’t do this.”

You nodded, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “Mhm, yeah, you’re right,” you agreed breathlessly.

His hands took their place at your waist as you both stepped back, the back of your legs bumping into his desk which you jumped up slightly to sit on.

“I mean, we really can’t do this,” he continued, kissing your neck instead now while your legs wrapped around his hips, your skirt riding up slightly, your fingers fumbling with the buttons on his collar. “I want to, overwhelmingly so, but we can’t.”

“I know,” you sighed; your head fell back when his teeth grazed over your pulse, and his hand was right there to catch it and hold it up, gripping the back of your neck.

“This absolutely cannot happen,” he groaned when your legs pulled him closer, something hard and hot pressing up against your thigh through his trousers and you were really hoping it wasn’t just his cell phone.

Then he rocked his hips, just barely, and you felt the outline of the ridge of his head and it was definitely not his phone unless he had the most suggestively-shaped phone case of all time. You gasped and grabbed his face to kiss him again, shamelessly desperate now, weaving your fingers into the hair just above the back of his neck.

By now you had managed to get a few of his buttons open so when you slid your fingers down from time to time, they ran over his chest and the patch of dark blonde hair there. Funny enough, you couldn’t remember having any strong opinions on chest hair before this afternoon, but now you felt your walls fluttering around nothing.

He helped you shed your blazer just before tossing his own coat aside, never breaking the kiss, holding your face gently while he pushed you down to lay on his desk— he reached behind you to clear a few stray papers out of the way first.

Your back hit the glossy wood and his weight pinned you down, rough hands sliding up your legs and under your skirt as you tried to push your hips up for more friction where you needed him most.

He pushed your hips back down, not too roughly but definitely enough to get your attention, before sliding his hands up your skirt again where he toyed with the hem of your panties.

You wanted to say something, more specifically you wanted to beg him to touch you, but you had this fear that if you spoke now it would all become real and he would stop because, as he had so poignantly noted, this can’t happen. And both of you knew that… so maybe it would be easier to let it happen if neither of you really acknowledged it.

Luckily, he didn’t tease you too long, reaching under the fabric and swiping the rough pads of his fingers over your slickened folds. You choked on your gasp, accidentally digging your nails into his shoulders when he drew delicate circles around your clit. All at once, he suddenly pushed those fingers right inside you and your back arched; you needed so much more than just his fingers but the way they twisted and curled against your walls was nearly perfect as well.

They didn’t stay long, quickly pulling back as you watched him quickly open his trousers just before you felt the head of him pushing up to your entrance.

His eyes met yours, dark with need, yet somehow clearly asking you for permission, making sure this was what you wanted: and fuck, you wanted it more than anything. The moment that you nodded, he began to push forward— slow and deliberate, but unyielding.

Perhaps as a perfect healthy college student in a male-dominated major, you had no real excuse for it to have been so long since you’d had sex. As you liked to put it: dating as a woman in computer science means the odds are good but the goods are odd. Truth be told, you weren’t sure at this point if having had sex any time in the past year would’ve prepared you for him anyway. It felt like he was forging a new path inside you— certainly a wider one than anyone else ever had since he was so thick.

With his hips fully seated against yours, the tip of his cock just reached the end of you, just barely brushed over those sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had before.

It stung a bit to be filled this thoroughly, so it was no wonder you were biting down on your lip hard enough to bruise it, your fingers clutching at his shirt tightly.

“Am I hurting you?” he whispered, finally breaking the silence, voice strained like he was struggling just as much as you were (though in an entirely different way).

“A little,” you admitted. “Please don’t stop.”

He groaned a few curses as he started to move back, and forth, and so slow you could hardly stand it.

“Fuck,” you breathed, “oh my god, harder, please…”

A little smile crossed his face, a sharp exhale almost like a laugh, and it made your cheeks burn even hotter than they already were. But, he obeyed, regardless, more aggressive in his movements yet not any faster as he held your hips to keep you from sliding across the desk’s glossy wood surface.

Your moans were starting to echo around the office’s beige walls at this point, and he snarled as he bit down on your neck. “You need to stay quiet,” he hissed in your ear. “Can you do that for me? Can you stay quiet even when I’m making you feel so good?”

“I-I’m trying,” you whimpered, “your cock is… so deep…”

“Oh, I know,” he cooed, voice heavy with faux pity, “poor thing, you can’t take it?”

“No!” you yelped. “I can take it! Please, please don’t stop.”

“I won’t have to if you stay quiet, darling, we can’t have somebody hearing you now can we?” he chuckled, licking and sucking at your pulse point as your eyes rolled back in your head. “We can’t have somebody hearing you cry for me, and coming in here, and seeing you laying on my desk getting fucked by your professor, right?”

What the hell was wrong with you that that idea actually turned you on? Why did it actually make you want to moan louder until everyone could hear you?

And when his cock speared right against that spongy spot inside you, you did exactly that and he had to suddenly clamp his hand down over your mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled, “you’re going to get us both in trouble.”

Your attempts at apologies were totally incomprehensible with his hand over your mouth, not that they were likely to have made much sense either way.

Blinking your eyes shut, your legs began to quiver slightly as he rutted into you, your toes curling inside your loafers. You felt so full you could hardly stand it, stretched so wide that you were forced to feel every detail of his cock as it filled you. Already your walls were bearing down on him; you couldn’t help it, it was like your body was just his instrument now and instinct had taken control of your movements.

His accent was definitely stronger now as he whispered in your ear, praising you gruffly. You knew from the beginning that you loved high marks and encouragement from your teachers, but this… this was different, and you hadn't known how much it would affect you.

"Good girl," he breathed, "you're taking me so well, draga, you feel so perfect around me."

You whined from behind his hand and he chuckled at your obvious neediness.

"You like making me feel good, darling?" he presumed, his smile pressing against your neck between nipping kisses to your pulse point. "You like knowing that I can barely take this tight cunt gripping me so well, that I'm already addicted to your precious body and want to fill it with my seed?"

With your eyes rolling back in your head you nodded feverishly, heavy in your state of total delirium as he pumped his cock deep into you over and over.

You reached up to try to pull his hand away from your mouth, and he met your gaze with fire in his eyes.

“If I take my hand away, will you be good?” he challenged, and you nodded feverishly. He was a bit hesitant but slowly moved his hand down, and though you did have to keep biting your lip, you managed to restrain yourself.

Every drag of the ridge of his head inside you was somehow more intense than the last, somehow hitting right at your spot and it was like each rough thrust knocked his name out of your mind and onto your lips until you were chanting it like a prayer, or a plea.

And each time you said it, he fucked you harder, snarling and whispering your name back to you a few times, in between little praises; "Beautiful," he mumbled, "such a sweet little girl… such a perfect cunt."

“I— fuck, I’m gonna—” you stammered your warning.

“Will you come for me?” he finished for you, and you nodded quickly.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you hissed.

It was obvious just by the build-up that you were going to come hard, pleasure tightening in your core until you were sure that it would spill over but it just kept going, making you wonder if it would ever reach the breaking point.

And oh boy did it, it slammed into you in fact, and your legs quivered as you struggled for air. He growled in your ear, fucking you harder through it all, stroking every place that had only become even more sensitive. The moment you could form words again, you were wasting the ability on a string of swears and promises you couldn’t keep.

“Yours, fuck, it’s yours,” you sobbed. He chuckled a little, pulling back to examine your face which must have given away how fucked-out and cockdrunk you were already.

“Say it again,” he demanded darkly, holding you tighter, fucking you a bit more deliberately though not any less aggressively.

“Yours,” you gasped, cut off by a rough and dominating kiss. Your moans were lost to his tongue but he didn’t need them to know you were coming, the way your body gripped him tighter than ever was sign enough.

“So good,” he whispered against your lips, “you’re doing so good for me…”

His words washed over your skin and soothed you like a salve, bringing some relief from the overwhelming feelings his body was assaulting yours with.

All things considered, he was still moving rather slowly, each of his thrusts measured and patient, and never really changing speed even as you were coming around him. Weak little cries fell from your throat each time his hips met yours and the tip of his cock kissed the deepest parts of you.

Your body went limp in his arms and you hadn't noticed before how good it felt for him to hold you, for his strong hands to support you like it was nothing. His thumb gently stroked your back through your shirt and you mewled weakly into his shoulder.

"So good, draga, so fucking good," he mumbled, holding you closer.

"Please… faster," you whimpered, "I want you to come."

"Is that what you want?" he taunted, ignoring the way you nodded immediately. "You want to make me come, darling?"

"Yes, please, want it so much," you gasped.

He finally sped up, though it was still nothing like the lightning-speed jackhammering you were used to from guys your age: it was better, certainly, especially when he lifted your leg onto his shoulder and pushed so deep you saw stars.

The second one seemed to hit you all at once, almost out of nowhere, and you heard yourself mumble, “Professor, I’m coming.” It sounded a bit pitiful, the way you said it, but he apparently didn’t mind as you felt him nod encouragingly in the crook of your neck.

You felt totally drained by now, exhausted even though all you’d been doing was lying there and taking it, but you knew he wasn’t done with you yet. But, if the way his thrusts were becoming more desperate and erratic were anything to go by, he might be done with you soon.

"I'm going to come inside you," he groaned against your ear. You were, like, 99.9% sure that if you told him not to, he would pull out, but the way that he phrased it, like a demand, like you didn't have a choice and he would do it either way… it had an effect on you, one he noticed when your channel tightened around him instantly. "Oh, you like that idea, hm? You want to be full of my come? Your sweet little cunt is already trying to milk every drop from me."

"Yes," you breathed, "fuck, I want your come in me, please!"

He sped up quite a bit then, each slam of his hips into yours making you choke on a whine, your arms weakly clinging onto him for dear life.

You could feel his cock swelling, flexing, pushing your body to its limits as he moaned lowly through his teeth, streams of come making you feel warm and full.

He didn't stop until every drop was in you, thrusting in time with each pump of his release until he slowed to a stop.

Strands of hair fell into his face as he hung his head, panting hard and fast. You melted back onto the desk, realizing this might be the first time in a solid half hour your back wasn’t arched.

It was a bit of a struggle to keep your eyes open against the heavy fog of afterglow that filled your mind; you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so… satiated. As a college student, you were always thinking about the next assignment, mentally re-evaluating your calendar, or preparing for something— and usually all on less than six hours of sleep.

But now your mind was as close to a blank slate as it had been in at least a decade. Even though you probably should’ve been, you weren’t even thinking about the potential consequences of this, the implications, the risks. No, you were just staring up at him, thinking about kissing him again.

He would have to lean down for that, though; there was no way you were going to sit up now.

You hadn't even noticed that you had closed your eyes, almost falling asleep right there on his desk, until you felt his hand cradle your face softly, a calloused thumb rubbing over your cheek.

In unison, the both of you sighed deeply.

As much as it felt like a real effort, you blinked open your eyes and looked up at him, watching him comb his fingers through his hair. It only messed up the style even further yet he looked better than ever.

He slowly moved his hips back, leaving you annoyingly empty, and readjusted himself until he almost looked put together again… but his collar was still uneven and his lips still looked bitten and there was still that precious pinkish hue on his cheeks. If anyone else saw him in this state, they’d either know what happened between you two or think he’d just run across campus or something.

If anyone else saw him in this state, you’d be a little jealous, to be totally honest.

You got back to work trying to right your appearance as well, though you knew the best you could hope for was only mildly presentable; he looked at you like you’d never looked better, though.

“Well, this was fun,” you chuckled breathlessly, “but it’s getting pretty late and I have an eight a.m. tomorrow…”

“Yeah, so do I,” he nodded, glancing away.

You picked up your bag from where you’d dropped it by the door, lifting the strap over your shoulder and starting to turn to leave.

"I… I should walk you back to your dorm," he announced, making you smile.

"That's sweet, but save your chivalry. I can take care of myself just fine."

"But—"

"I think it's safer if we're not seen together walking together by my dorm," you interjected, "especially when I'm walking a little funny…"

"I hope I didn't hurt you," he winced sympathetically.

"No, trust me, that was… exactly what I needed," you breathed. He smiled a little, looking down at the floor.

"Then I'll see you in class," he nodded, watching you closely as you stepped back and picked up your bag, starting to leave his office with one last small wave goodbye. “Wait, wait!” he whispered harshly just before you could let go of his door, and you giggled as he leaned out into the hall and glanced around to make sure no one was nearby.

When he confirmed the coast was clear, he smiled and grabbed your face with one hand, pulling you into a sudden kiss. And you smiled too— you couldn’t help it— as you kissed him back, almost ready for him to drag you back into that office and start this all over again. He did let you go, though, with one more whispered ‘goodnight’ and a look that made your heart do little somersaults.

As you finally did make your way back to your dorm, you tried to figure out if that was a goodbye kiss or a ‘see you soon’ kiss. Or maybe a ‘thanks for the one-time office quickie’ kiss? But you didn’t know enough about this sort of thing to know if that was even an option.

All you did know was that you really hoped it wasn’t the last kiss you’d have with him.

Can I speak to you in my office today after class? Thank you.

-Z

You may ask yourself: can one simple email, in only thirteen words, strike fear into the hearts of those who read it? And the answer is yes, assuming that email is from Professor Helmut Zemo and read by the lovestruck student who slept with him two days ago and hasn't stopped thinking about it since.

Only one of a few things could happen in his office after class, and there was a massive gap between the best and worst case scenarios. You dressed for the best but prepared yourself psychologically for the worst.

You caught him staring as you walked past the teaching podium to your seat in the front; you just hoped nobody else caught him. And if you'd thought paying attention in class was tough before, boy oh boy was it a challenge now. The nerves of what he wanted to discuss with you were bad enough alone, but that combined with memories from two days earlier randomly assaulting your psyche was just overwhelming.

When he pointed at the map with two fingers, you could remember exactly how those fingers had felt inside you, twisting and curling and getting you ready for his cock.

When he spoke, you could hear the difference in his voice compared to how he groaned out his praises while he was fucking you within a damn inch of your life.

And every once in a while, when he couldn’t help but glance at you for a moment, his gaze burned right through you; you were helpless to those brown eyes, completely paralyzed by them, and it must’ve been hours of that before class finally ended.

For the first time, you were the first person out the door when he released the class. As much as it was going to be a little bit weird to beat him to his office, it was certainly better than any of your other options. There was a chair in the hall beside the door, and you took a seat and pretended to read a book just to look busy (there was no way you could actually turn symbols on a page into readable language right now, not when you knew he’d be here any minute to talk about… something).

Your peripheral caught him coming down the hall, but you pretended to be deeply immersed in your book until he was right beside you, unlocking his door and opening it for you and himself. Tucking your book away and following him inside, you found him already staring at you, expression completely unreadable. Your gut sank in anticipation of whatever conversation this was going to become, and a moment passed in heavy silence.

"Hi," you greeted plainly, letting out a quick breath.

"Hi," he returned. "Close the door behind you."

You nodded and did as you were told, quietly pushing the wood back until the door latched before approaching where he had come to stand beside his desk. Though you didn't originally intend to, you found yourself standing a bit too close.

"I'm not quite sure where to start," he admitted, chuckling breathlessly as he reached up to rub the back of his neck. He looked cute flustered, which was a shame because his tone seemed to imply you needed to not be thinking about how cute he was. “Listen, you should know that what happened before… it was a mistake,” he sighed. “It can’t happen again.”

“Do you regret it?” you asked point-blank.

“It can’t happen again,” he repeated in lieu of a real answer, and you looked closely at his face; you didn’t find as much confidence there as you were looking for, it wasn’t the face of a man who knew he was making the right choice. You certainly didn’t think he was making the right choice.

“Why did you want to have this conversation alone in your office, then?” you challenged.

He cleared his throat slightly. “So no one would hear us.”

“Hear us talk?” you pressed. “Is that all?”

“That’s… definitely the plan,” he nodded, swallowing dryly. "Like I said, it was a mistake— my fault, not yours. And I just hope we can put it behind us respectfully."

“All the best mistakes are made at least twice,” you whispered, reaching up to trail your finger down his lapel. “Don’t you think?”

“Don’t do that,” he requested tensely.

"Do what?"

"That," he hissed. "Stop being… irresistible," he clarified, eyes darting from your lips to your finger to your eyes and back again. "A man can only take so much. I'm trying to do right by you."

"You already did when you fucked me that good," you smirked. "Nothing else could be as right as that."

Your fingers were just barely brushing over his belt when he grabbed you by the wrist. Jaw tight and eyes solemn, he shook his head.

You wrenched out of his grasp with a nod. It was worth a shot, but you didn't want to be that person who couldn't take no for an answer— so, you gave him a little smile and readjusted the strap of your bag. “Well, if it was just the once, then you should know that I’m still glad it happened. Even if it shouldn’t have.”

He nodded, strategically not speaking— but you knew he would agree, if he could.

“And if it’s any consolation to you now, you were the best I ever had.”

You reached for the doorknob, just starting to turn it and open your way out when he suddenly slammed it shut with a hand right above your head, making you gasp and spin around to look up at his dark gaze.

“Professor…” you whispered.

“The best you ever had?” he repeated, grinning proudly when you nodded. “Oh, sweetheart, I wasn’t even trying.” He leaned down to brush his lips against your ear as he whispered to you: “You don’t even know yet how good I can make you feel.”

A shiver ran up your spine; your tongue darted out to lick your lips. “Are you going to get on with it and show me?”

He didn’t even let you step away from the door, dropping to his knees right there and pushing up your skirt to kiss and bite your thighs. “Only if you ask very nicely,” he taunted with a brow raised in challenge.

“Please,” you breathed, “fuck, please, want you to taste me.”

His hands slid up your legs, grabbing the hem of your panties before sliding back down.

It wasn’t like you’d never been eaten out before, but this still felt like a first considering your skirt was pushed up to your waist, your panties were pulled down to your ankles, and even just one slow lick over your folds made it obvious he knew exactly what he was doing.

“F-fuck,” you choked, reaching down to weave your fingers into his hair. He grinned against your skin and kept going, exploring you carefully before finally sucking on your swollen clit. Your knees threatened to buckle, your head fell back against the door so hard it almost hurt, but all you could really feel was his mouth on you, moving like he knew your body better than you did.

So it was no wonder, then, that you already began to spiral towards your release, legs shaking around his head as he devoured you mercilessly.

"Oh my god, I—" you tried to warn him, but he already knew, and he pulled back to wipe his mouth with his sleeve and stand up. He grabbed your jaw and kissed you roughly, stopping to whisper to you so close that his lips brushed against yours.

"I'm sorry, draga, but you've spoiled me… now that I've felt you come around my cock, I can't imagine making you come any other way. I need to feel your cunt grip me so fucking tight… it's all I've been thinking about since I last saw you," he admitted.

"I thought about it, too," you sighed. "I was up all night trying to make myself come as good as you did but I couldn't… your come was still leaking out of me."

He growled and leaned in to nip at your ear. "Oh, poor thing… I can imagine it so easily, you laying in your bed with your legs spread, fingers getting exhausted from playing with your little pussy too much, these perfect lips whining for me because you need me to take care of you."

"H-Helmut, please," you whimpered.

"Yeah, something like that," he smirked.

"I can't wait any more, just fuck me. Need you inside me," you breathed.

"Then bend over my desk."

{part 2}

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