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Syncytium - Chapter 2 - Ferrum

Title: Syncytium - Chapter 2 - Ferrum Words: 5,707 Rating: T

Fan Fiction link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13712482/2/Syncytium

Full chapter below the cut. I’d recommend the fan fiction version, however, which includes all the italicized words which are not emphasized here.

September 11th, 7:30 AM

Darkness.

A light flicked on. It flickered a moment before settling. A pen sharpened... and subsequently broken. Whoops. A vase with three roses delicately placed right near a picture in frame with four occupants. Perfect.

Pinky clasped his hands together, sighed deeply, and tipped his square rimmed glasses down a little, the better to address his eager pupils.

"Good morning, class! I am Dr. Ronald Pinkus, Professor of Trozology!"

And he wrote upon the blackboard behind him with vigor as he said it, accidentally flipping the 'k' in 'Pinkus'. He turned back towards the crowd.

"But you can call me Pinky! Ha-ha-ha!"

It was a carrying little laugh, bouncing and pinging excitedly off the walls with a lonely echo.

"I'll be your teacher this semester, and that's because, well, I'm the only teacher of this subject!"

He giggled again. No one said anything.

"You'll be instructed on the topics of Poitilism, Narfonics, and, of course, Trozology. Allllllllll grades are final, except, of course, when they're not, in which case... I'll get back to you on that!" said he, chuckling to himself once more. "Now, are there any questions? Anyone? Yes! Nilly."

If Nilly had raised her hand, no one noticed. But, then again, no one seemed to care. Perhaps it was because Nilly had no hands to raise in the first place. Perhaps this was because Nilly was actually a sack of flour. Or perhaps it was because all the "students" were made up of things like an empty bottle of soda, a bag of corn chips, two toilet paper rolls stacked one on top of the other, and a plunger. Whatever the reason, only Pinky seemed to have recognized Nilly and her very silent question. He didn't seem to mind, however. On the contrary, he positively beamed, acknowledging his pitiful excuse for a pupil-laden classroom as if they were real mice, voles, hamsters, and shrews hanging onto his every word like campfire kids to a spooky story.

"Well, I'm glad you asked that, Nilly, because I happen to be verrrrry versed in the subject!" Pinky snickered, eyes half-lidded as he picked imaginary dirt from his fingers, looking in the direction of his students with a very devious smirk indeed.

Several doors down and around a corner, in the middle of a long hallway, a locker was being absolutely mutilated. Books, pencils, various household tools, and a half-eaten burrito wrapped in tin foil were carelessly tossed onto the floor, its aggressor in a state of pure panic.

"Ohhhhh, shoot. Where are they?!" Gadget growled, hair a little unkempt as she flung a notebook over her shoulder, almost hitting a passerby in the process.

"Hey! Watch it!" the boy mouse shrieked, dodging out of the path of the wayward notebook just in time.

Gadget didn't even seem to notice as she continued to tear through her locker, muttering angrily to herself as she threw a pencil case onto the floor. It burst open. One of the pencils popped out, rolling all the way across from the locker and underneath the door of room three-nineteen. On and on the little chartreuse pencil rolled, finally coming to rest with a soft 'plink' against Dr. Globetrotter's desk. His ear twitched at the sound and his head peered around the side of the desk at its source. There sat a thin, yellow pencil. He picked it up, frowning, and set it down on a far side of his desk.

"As I was saying," Globetrotter rang, clearing his throat, but he'd barely reached out for his mug of steaming hot coffee before the class was interrupted yet again, this time by a very haphazard-looking and goggle-less Gadget.

"Sorry I'm late," she mumbled, head down and gaze firmly directed at the floor as she shuffled past a barrage of staring eyes to plop into her seat between Maisy and Tillie. Gadget shut her eyes tight. She, along with everyone else in the room, knew what was coming, and they all held their breath in anticipation.

The unpleasant echo throughout the room was palpable as Globetrotter set down his mug, glaring.

"Oh, well, I suppose we all can just excuse Miss Gadget here from arriving two minutes past our start time. Obviously, she has more important things to do than be punctual. I guess my precious hours of time spent preparing for this class that will help all of you get a proper education simply don't matter in light of one tardily-inclined, mucilage-chewing student forgetting their pack of lime-flavored gum right before 7:30, is that right?"

Sarcasm dripped like venom from every syllable, causing Gadget to shrink ever lower in her seat. Somewhere in the class, journal boy jotted down "tardily-inclined" and "mucilage-chewing" under the ever-growing list of Globetrotter insults. Maisy glared at their teacher, but, like every other student, she didn't dare say anything. To retort meant a week's worth of detention, and they all knew that it was better to bite the bullet now than suffer the consequences for a harsh retort later.

"It's not like I spend all night grading your measly excuses for a thesis, carefully combing every paragraph for even a sliver of intelligence, while you're at home watching reruns of Dukes of Hazard..."

On and on it went, ironically cutting into his so-called "precious time" to teach. On and on he rolled, all the way up until 7:55 AM. The only good thing about it was that it was twenty-five minutes they didn't have to spend studying. Some had taken to drawing little sketches in their notebooks, others took the opportunity to sneak in a snack or two, and Tillie was full-on knitting.

Finally, he reached the end of his spiel. He took a deep, shuddering breath.

"Now... Seeing as that's hopefully enlarged your minds a little, please turn to page eighty-seven of your textbooks, as we delve into the absolutely incredible topic of Meiosis."

"'Incredible', my arse," Maisy muttered. "Couldn't find your goggles, huh?"

Gadget shook her head, too embarrassed to give a verbal reply.

"Oh, leave her alone. We've forgotten our fair share of trinkets before," Tillie whispered, putting away her knitting. "What are you so upset about? I thought you had hearts for Globetrotter."

Maisy didn't reply, but shot another scathing glare at Globetrotter as she pulled out her textbook.

"Trusting that we won't have any more interruptions," bit their teacher, shooting a look at Gadget as he said it, "I'd like you all to turn your attention to..."

Bang.

Everyone jumped, including Globetrotter. He turned behind him to stare at the wall. What...?

"A-As I was saying, please direct your attention to..."

BANG.

Nobody jumped this time, but Globetrotter once more turned sharply 'round to inspect the wall. The heck?

A few seconds passed. Nothing. Perhaps someone was just doing maintenance... in the unused classroom?

"Kindly direct your atten-"

BANG!

"Graaaaaaaaahhhh!" Globetrotter growled, storming out of the classroom and followed by a host of eyes watching him go. Gadget cautiously sat up in her chair as he went.

Down the hallways he trundled, shoulders hunched, every footstep a declaration of annoyance as he made for door two-ten, pushing aside the occasional student or teacher who dared cross his path. It was fortunate the door was a little ajar, for he kicked it open with such force that it flew open, BANGED against the wall, and reverberated so heavily that it shook the walls. Had it been closed the door handle probably would have broken along with it.

"What in CURIE'S name are you DOING?!" the angry little mouse shouted, smoke practically steaming off of him as he fumed, his fiery gaze trained squarely at the tall, lanky mouse in front of him.

Pinky was in mid-swing, one leg raised high up in the air as his paws clutched firmly around a wooden baseball bat. He was dressed in full baseball attire, and his classroom had been very primitively set up to resemble a sandlot of sorts, each of his "students" serving as the players. Globetrotter's explosion had thrown him off only a smidgen. If anything, Pinky beamed and waved at the newcomer.

"Mr. Globetrotter! You're just in time for the home run! Or... you would have been if you hadn't thrown me off just now," he giggled.

"Would you kindly explain why you're using your room as a sports arena?!" Globetrotter snapped.

"Oh! Well, Nilly here wanted to know if I was well-versed in the thrilling art of baseball, and I couldn't turn that one down 'cause, you know, I am. Hmhm!"

Globetrotter turned to look at this "Nilly", arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

"That's a sack of flour," he retorted, unimpressed.

Pinky gasped.

"How rude! He didn't mean it, Nilly. Did you, Brain? Say you're sorry to Nilly!"

"It's Brian, and I am not apologizing to an inanimate object! And I'd appreciate it if you would refrain from playing baseball in a classroom! Don't you realize you're disturbing the peace - upsetting my students and keeping me from my work?"

"Ohhhhhhhhh. Is your classroom on the other side of that wall?"

"Yes."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Got it, Brain! We'll play baseball later, shall we?"

"You shall."

And with that, he stormed off... right into Olivia, in fact, who was in full delivery mode. The force of their impact knocked her backwards onto the floor.

"Ah! My letter!" she screeched, reaching for a little yellow note that had slipped out of her hands.

"Hmph," Globetrotter muttered, completely ignoring her as he trudged back to his classroom.

Olivia watched him go, reeling back a little at the slam of a door five seconds later.

"Ooo. Too angry. Too angry," she mumbled to herself, sprinting up to classroom two-ten and peering inside.

Pinky was now hard at work not playing baseball. All the chairs, tables, and "students" were being reshuffled to resemble a normal classroom again, the big television in the back rolled up to the front behind the main desk to serve as a new source of entertainment.

"Sorry, class. Baseball is canceled for the moment," apologized Pinky, hooking up the tv as Olivia tip-toed into the classroom and carefully shut the door behind her. "Oh well. That's why I brought my Honeymooners tapes, "he exclaimed, whipping out the tapes from the stand's shelf in a flourish. He was just about to pop one in when a light cough caught his attention. He turned around. There was Olivia smiling at him.

"Oh! Hello, Olivia!"

"Hello, Mr. Pinky," she said, a little shyly this time. "I've got something for you."

"Another letter?" he asked, taking it from her and reading:

Dear Mr. Pinkus,

I must regret to inform you that baseball or sports of any kind are not allowed in the hallways and classrooms. While I appreciate your enthusiasm, I also appreciate my job, and I can't very well keep it when there's a home run going on a few doors down. This is for your own sake. I do hope this reaches you before Globetrotter does...

Sincerely, Mrs. Judson

"I think baseball in the school is a wonderful idea," Olivia piped up as Pinky read the letter, his ears lowering a little as he went over each word. "I heard we used to have a field, but... they got rid of that years ago." Her own little ears, round and pink, drooped at this. Pinky thought a moment.

"Well... perhaps we could make a petition?"

"Petition?"

"Certainly!" said he, setting down his tapes for a moment. "We could write up a letter saying we'd like a baseball stadium back on the lot, and if we get enough signatures..."

"We'll get one!" Olivia gasped, tiny hands tucking up against her chest in excitement.

"Well, maybe. It still has to pass the board of directors now, don't it?"

"We'll get a lot of signatures then. You get the form, and I'll get people to sign it!"

Pinky smiled.

"You've got yourself a petition there, Missy! I'll draw one up tonight!"

"Good good!" Olivia exclaimed, bouncing up and down, tam-o'-shanter bouncing this way and that. "So what do you teach?"

"Oh, a little of this. A little of that," Pinky said, dodging the question. "Do you like The Honeymooners?"

"The Honeywho?" she asked, shuffling about his desk and picking up one of the bunsen burners to peer into it with a curious eye.

"Now don't tell me you've never heard of one of the best television shows of all time!"

"Not really. I don't watch a lot of tv."

But whatever Pinky said next in response to this she didn't catch, for she had just discovered his notepad, and of the number of colorful stickers coating it, one in particular stood out to her. She gasped again.

"Is that a radish rose whatchamawhoozit?!"

Pinky was caught off guard. He stopped mid-sentence, stared at her, and slammed his hands down on the table, making her jump.

"You know what a radish rose whatchamawhoozit is?!"

"Look!" Olivia said, sweeping off her tammie, the better to see her fluffy ears. Hanging from each ear was a small earring, both shaped like radish rose whatchamawhoozits. "My mum used to use them for parties! I always liked them."

Pinky went wide-eyed.

"My mum did, too! You know... you're the first mouse I've met who knows what that is."

"I'm surprised most people don't know what that is!" Olivia giggled.

"Me too!" Pinky chuckled back, eyes a little misty.

For a moment they just stood there, smiling at one another, two radish rose whatchamawhoozit buddies meeting for the first time. There was something very comforting about it.

The slow tick, tick, tick of a wall clock nearby brought Olivia back to Earth, and she stepped back shyly.

"I... probably should go," she said, smiling. "She's probably waiting for me."

Pinky's face fell.

"We-.. uhh... would you like to stay for just a minute longer?"

"Sorry, but I really do have to go," replied Olivia regretfully, looking very much as if she didn't want to.

"Umm... what else do you like to do that's... not watching tv?"

"Well... umm... I do like to sing."

Pinky beamed, dug in his box, and pulled out a microphone attached to a small radio-looking device.

"Do you like karaoke?"

Olivia beamed.

Several doors down and one wall over, Globetrotter had everyone in a stupor. Gadget could barely keep her eyes open, one of the boys had taken to drawing circles over and over again in his notebook, and Maisy's brother was actually snoring. Perhaps Globetrotter would have cared if he hadn't been so engrossed in the exciting subject of Meoisis, one hand clasped firmly around a nearly-drained cup of coffee, the other brandishing a thick ruler at the blackboard behind him.

"The initial metaphase takes place when the homologous pairs travel along the metaphase plate. Kinetochore microtubles from the spindle poles attach to the-"

He stopped. His ears twitched. Some of the students lifted their heads, shifting in their seats. A distant sound of singing could be heard, just beyond the wall. Globetrotter frowned.

"Um. The microtubles attach directly to-"

It was soft at first, then it grew - louder, louder, louder. Pinky and Olivia's singing had escalated from a light hum to a crescendo and climbed all the way to the top in a full on opera. The student with the journal counted down on his fingers to his friend: three, two, one...

SNAP!

Right on cue, Globetrotter applied so much anger... or... pressure, rather, to his ruler that it snapped clean in half. Journal boy made a mark in his book: t'was the fourth one snapped this semester, apparently.

For the second time that morning, Globetrotter stomped out of his classroom, although this time he was followed, not by one student, not by two, but almost the entire class, albeit tepidly. Although he probably wouldn't notice them, considering the state he was in, caution was still advised... at least to a degree. Ronald Pinkus was in for it big time and they couldn't afford to miss this. They'd heard the rumors: that when Mr. B. got this flustered he'd actually physically vibrate, lose all mastery of the English language, and sometimes even spout intense poetry at the accuser. It was one of the only exciting things that happened in his classes and they sure as heck weren't going to pass up the opportunity when it presented itself.

Science room three-nineteen's teacher had barely managed four steps out the door, however, when he was approached by a tall lady mouse in a green dress. All the students moved back a pace, retreating into the classroom.

"Ah! Mr. Globetrotter. I was just coming to remind you that the teacher's conference is this weekend at 5:00 PM."

"Yes, Ms. Weatherby. I'll be there," he scratched, barely containing himself.

Ms. Weatherby stepped away, not the least bit perturbed, whether due to pure naivety or a lack of concern none could tell.

She was barely two feet away when Globetrotter continued his trek, down the hall and around a corner. His students followed at a careful pace. He'd just turned the corner when a boy vole with glasses knocked into him, his homework flying everywhere.

"M-Mr. B! I-I mean, Mr. Globetrotter!" he stammered, shaking from head to tail.

"What is it?!" Globetrotter growled, impatience growing by the millisecond.

"I-I-I just wanted to ask about the upcoming assignment. Is there any way I could turn mine in just... a day late? M-My mother is sick in the hospital, you see, and-"

But he was abruptly cut off as Globetrotter shoved him aside with a sharp, "NO!" to boot.

"O-Or I can just turn it in on time then! N-No biggie! Eheh...!" the vole stuttered, clutching the few remaining papers to his chest ever so tightly and quickly picking up the rest before running off. He jumped as he almost ran into Globetrotter's entire class. Gadget reached out a hand towards him, as if to apologize on Globetrotter's behalf, but Maisy stilled her with a shake of the head and a clutch of the paw. They tip-toed on.

Globetrotter was almost at door two-ten when plump Mrs. Judson came flying down the hallway.

"Globetrotter! Don't you even think about touching that door!"

The little mouse grumbled.

"I have EVERY RIGHT to open that door!" he shouted, already trembling. A couple of the boys in the crowd started bouncing up and down excitedly. This was just getting better and better. They might actually get a full show!

"You don't know what that poor boy's been through. He might be a complete boob, but you leave him alone! Let me talk to him," Mrs. Judson spouted, paws on her hips as she went face-to-face with Globetrotter.

"Mrs. Judson," Globetrotter replied, full on vibrating now, "If you don't get out of my way, I swear I'll report you to the principle for unlawful involvement in a teacher's affairs!"

"Hmph! 'Unlawful involvement.' There's no such thing."

"Oh, isn't there? I can MAKE it a thing! And," he added, voice low and threatening, "I'll tell them about Marley."

Mrs. Judson went wide-eyed.

"You wouldn't dare."

"I would," Globetrotter seethed.

With brows furrowed and lips tense, she turned in a flourish and marched off, shooting his class a harsh glare as she rounded a corner, shaking her head at them.

"You watch your step," she hissed.

Some of them exchanged worried glances. It was incredible Globetrotter hadn't even noticed the crowd following him; so enslaved by anger was he. It was almost impressive. The entire group collectively held their breath as their teacher, fuming, flung open the door.

"WHAT THE BLAZES ARE YOU-"

But at this, he stopped, for what met Globetrotter's eyes rendered him speechless.

"Aaaaaaand wwwwwwwelcome to the show!"

The room was unrecognizable. A sparkling blue floor complemented an equally sparkling purple stadium decorated with red velvet curtains, all so dazzling that Globetrotter had to rub at his eyes to stop himself from going blind. The entire place looked like a game show one might see on tv - Wheel of Fortune or Who Wants to be a Millionaire? Energetic, happy-go-lucky music blared on a little radio in a corner, completing the effect, and a seemingly disembodied voice, all flamboyant and hospitable, dominated the scene.

"Come on in! Take a seat!" remarked the voice, which turned out to be Pinky's as he scooted Globetrotter into the room and onto a chair right next to Olivia, who waved at him.

"That's my new teacher!" she whispered excitedly to him, pointing at Pinky, who was fully decked out in a purple suit and bow tie. Globetrotter sputtered.

"Now, h-h-hold on! I need to tell you-"

"Why, yes. You do need to tell me your name, good Sir!" interrupted Pinky, holding up a microphone right in front of Globetrotter's face. "And you are?"

"I... ma... puh... G-Globetrotter, b-but that-"

"Ladies and gentleman, give it up for GLOOOOOOBETROTTER!"

An invisible crowd cheered. Olivia clapped.

"And your name, young lady?"

"Olivia!"

"OLIVIA!"

More clapping.

By this time, all of Globetrotter's class was pressed up against two-ten's door, eagerly peering in at the activity with wide, bugged out eyes.

"Now, folks, you know we just completed the singing competition, with an outstanding performance by little miss Olivia."

The invisible crowd cheered again, and Olivia blushed.

"But now it's time for the moment you've all been waiting for! Drum-roll, please," requested Pinky, and right on cue... there came a thundering drum-roll.

The entire class was now shuffling into the room, taking spots at the back that had actually been set up for a proper crowd. They filled every seat.

"TUUUUUURBULENT TRIVIAAAAAAA!"

Clapping and cheering from the invisible crowd on... the radio? another dimension? ... was now mixed in with actual applause from Globetrotter's class. He turned to stare at them, flabbergasted. He had an actual audience?! How embarrassing...

Two pedestals, each with a big red button in their centers, rose up out of the floor to rest in front of Globetrotter and Olivia.

"Now, you all know the rules!" Pinky continued, gesturing to a giant board behind him that was laden with a plethora of different topics. "Our contestant with the most points picks a topic, and both try to answer it! Whoever gets the most points at the end of the show wins!"

And he jumped up and down at this, Olivia mirroring him as she bounced around in her seat. Globetrotter was silent. He wouldn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. Every time he opened his mouth to voice his complaints, no sound came out, as if he was so caught off guard by the affair that he simply didn't know how to react. And rightly so. He simply had no words for this.

"Olivia! You're up first, my dear, so pick a subject!"

Olivia stood up in her seat, thought for a moment, then pointed at one of the topics.

"Ummm... I pick... Science!"

"Science it is! And heeeeeere's your question!"

And the little box marked 'SCIENCE' flipped over to reveal a small paragraph, which Pinky read out:

The first known telescope was submitted as a patent to the Netherlands government in 1609 by which spectacle maker?

Someone slammed down on their red button.

"Yeeeeeeeeeees?" Pinky questioned, sporting a wide, toothy grin.

Surprisingly, it was Globetrotter who answered. He actually was standing up out of his seat, looking mad as a hare.

"That's preposterous! It was patented in 1608, not '09, and the answer is Hans Lippershey!"

"CORRECT!"

Ding ding ding ding ding! went Globetrotter's big red button, as it flashed on and off a luminous green color. He sat down almost shyly in his seat, as if surprised he'd found himself out of it, as his entire class clapped and cheered. He turned to look at them with an expression of absolute surprise.

"Congratulations! You've just earned ten points! But Olivia is still in the lead with thirty. What's your next topic, Olivia?" Pinky asked, an open hand gesturing to the board.

"Ummmm... music!" she piped.

"You got it!" Pinky exclaimed, as the next little box labeled 'MUSIC' flipped over. Once again, Pinky read aloud:

Who composed this famous piece?

And a deep, booming tune played loud and clear throughout the room. Olivia slammed down on her button.

"Go ahead, Olivia!"

"Mozart!" she shouted out, but...

EHNG!

Wrong!

"Ohhhh. I'm so sorry, Olivia! But it's not Mozart! Do we have any other takers? Anyone?"

Globetrotter's button rang again, albeit with a bit more hesitance this time.

"Globetrotter!" Pinky shouted.

"That's obviously Beethoven," Globetrotter muttered, arms crossed indignantly.

"CORRECT!"

Ding ding ding ding ding! rang the little button again as ten more points went up on Globetrotter's side of the scoreboard. The crowd went wild. Some of his students had actually gotten popcorn from... somewhere, and looked as though they were having the time of their lives.

"Go, Mr. B!" some shouted out, and, "Trotter! Trotter!" others cheered. "You can do it!" one gal said. Globetrotter's ears perked up a touch. They were actually... supporting him?

"Oooooo. Globetrotter's giving you a run for your money, Olivia! Better pick a good one!" Pinky egged on.

"Hmm. I piiiiiiiick... mathematics!" she shouted, standing in her seat, two pink paws set firmly on the pedestal in front of her.

"Let's see that math question!" rolled Pinky, pointing at a box with 'MATH' written on it in big, bold letters, and reading out:

The square root of 6,428 is...

Before Pinky could even list out the options, Globetrotter's red button was punched.

"80.1748090113!"

"CORRECT!" Pinky yelled, and the crowd exploded. He was now tied with Olivia!

Globetrotter actually went slightly pink in the face as his class whooped and hollered and cheered him on. He almost dared to smile a little. This was... actually... kinda fun...?

"Aaaaaaand now! For the FINAL question! This one... is a TIE BREAKER," Pinky exclaimed dramatically. At this, all the lights dimmed at once, with spotlights thrown on Globetrotter and Olivia only. "Since you both have thirty points each, I'll be picking the question," Pinky continued. "Whoever gets this one right... is the ultimate winner."

The music boomed just as dramatically. Globetrotter actually swallowed thickly. The crowd went silent.

"Here... is your final question, in 'Entertainment'," said Pinky, and he read out:

Which character in The Honeymooners was known for his catchphrase, "Bang, zoom, right to the moon!"

Globetrotter began to sweat, not because he was oblivious, even though it was common knowledge that he rarely watched tv, but because he was embarrassed that he knew the answer. He had to answer, though. Surely, the kid wouldn't know. Would she...? And yet...

SLAM! went Olivia's paw onto bright red button. No way.

"Olivia?" Pinky asked, all ears.

"Mary Poppins!" she rang out.

ENGH! went her button.

"Ohhhhhh. I'm sorry, but that's not the right answer! Globetrotter?"

He was sweating all the more now. He'd surely be teased forever for this, but he couldn't not answer a question he knew the response to...

"Globetrotter? Ten seconds!" Pinky countered.

"Come on, Trotter!" one of his students shouted.

"Yeah, you can do it, Mr. B! Come on!"

And more shouts... and more... and more built up, until finally...

SLAM! went Globetrotter's paw on the big red button.

"Yeeeeeeeeees?" asked Pinky.

"R-Ralph Kramden!" Globetrotter shouted out, eyes tightly closed.

A pause. And then...

"CORRECT! GLOBETROTTER WINS!"

The din was deafening. Balloons and confetti actually fell from the sky as the lights went up all around Globetrotter, Olivia, Pinky, and the entire class as triumphant music was played. Olivia was jumping up and down, actually hugging Globetrotter, not at all perturbed that she'd lost, as the crowd poured out from their seats to congratulate their teacher. Globetrotter was completely stiff. How the heck was he supposed to react to this?

"Congraaaaaaaatulations, Globetrotter! Let's see what you've won!"

There were no show girls, so Pinky himself had to run off-set, grab a selection of items, and fly back onto the stage in front of Globetrotter.

"You win: an orange juicerator, a block of Worcestershire cheese, and a week's supply of paperclips!"

All these he dumped into Globetrotter's hands. Everyone clapped and cheered, and the celebration might have gone on forever had the bell not rung.

"Oh! That's the bell! Time to go, everyone!" Pinky directed, and they all filed out of the classroom, Globetrotter and all, Pinky bringing up the rear. He was still in his purple outfit. "Everybody go on to your next class! Go on! Thanks for playing!" he said, spending an extra second or two to thank Olivia for being such a good sport and handing her a bag of chips. She beamed, thanked him, and skipped off, crunching on them happily. Globetrotter remained, the only participant who hadn't quite taken it all in.

"What... just happened?" he asked, turning to stare at Pinky, his bulky prizes still clasped in his arms.

"You'd better get back to your room, Brain! Your next class is about to start!" was all that Pinky said as he gently pushed him forward, ducked back into his classroom, and shut the door behind him.

Globetrotter just stood there for a moment, staring at door two-ten, before looking down at the batch of prizes he was still holding. Without a word, he slowly, almost drunkenly, meandered back to his classroom. With some difficulty, he opened the door, set down his newfound possessions upon his desk, and breathed in and out, slowly, deeply...

What... had just happened? Never in his life had he ever experience anything like that, not in this school, not in public, not... anywhere, for that matter. It was a time-waster. It was ridiculous. It was... fun? He hated to admit that to himself: that somewhere, deep down, he'd managed to enjoy something so asinine. And yet...

He took a minute to go through each of the "prizes". An orange... juicerator, it was called? It was a portly thing, about half the length of his forearm, and sporting a curved spout that looked a bit like a faucet. How pointless. Unlikely he'd ever find a use for such an item. He'd never even heard of the thing until now. He tossed it in an unused drawer. The second was a block of Worcestershire cheese. That wasn't... all bad. He quite liked this type. In fact, it was his favorite. How did that bumbling idiot know that? Last of all was the "week's supply of paperclips". Handy, he supposed. Nothing wrong with some extra tools for one's classroom. These he put in a top drawer that was visited much more frequently.

He sighed again and stuck his hands in his back pockets. Something crinkled against his right paw... Huh?

He pulled out a note.

Thanks for playing with us! You have a lovely smile. - Pinky

Globetrotter blinked, taken aback, and was caught off guard at a sharp knock on his door. He tossed the note in the trash.

"C-Come in!" he stammered.

It was two of his students: journal boy and his friend.

"Sorry, Mr. B! We forgot our backpacks!" journal boy said, as the two mice ran to grab their packs. But as they headed back towards the door, they stopped. "By the way, um... congratulations, Mr. B!"

"Yeah, that was awesome!" his friend exclaimed.

And with that, they exited the room, closing the door behind them.

Globetrotter stood rooted to the spot. He'd surely die from all these positive comments. Never had he received so many before; at least, not under this roof. He peered into the trash can, paused a moment, then extracted the little note from it. He read it again:

Thanks for playing with us! You have a lovely smile. - Pinky

He settled on those last words again, for they stuck out to him.

You have a lovely smile.

And for a moment, though no one could see him, though no one was watching, he held the little note close to his chest, closed his eyes... and smiled.

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Author's Notes:

- Ferrum is the Latin term for Iron (Fe), which is sometimes found in paperclips.

- The nickname "Mr. B." is actually an obscure reference to another fandom I'm in. If you want the full story, message me. Heh.

- Globetrotter's reaction to Gadget being late was inspired by a friend's story in which one of her actual teachers would respond in a similarly harsh fashion to late students.

- Yes, Olivia's radish earrings are absolutely a reference to Luna Lovegood's equally unusual earrings.

- All of the information about meiosis I got directly from Wikipedia.

- The game show part of this story was my favorite part to write. Originally, I was going to have the whole thing be a lot more low-key, but this is technically a cartoon world, after all, so I figured... why not go all out?

- I finished this at 1:35 AM last night, two days after a surgery and while in pain. I have no regrets.

#pinky and the brain #fan fiction #syncytium

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secret-engima · 4 years

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(Sobs) kid!Noctis is like—the shit. He is the cutest goddammit shit ever. And do you know what that makes me want??? What if—NOX came back younger than noctis??? hUH? WHAT ABOUT THAT? (slaps table) trauma on the double on teeny tiny Boi with his Uncle Disaster that carts him around the wild, or Tiny Boi scrambling onto Hammerhead, wrapped in bandages with a huge ass sword on his back, covered in scars and marks, scowling and flinching at evERYTHING. (SLAPS TABLE( GIVE ME ANGST. (I need help.)

oohhhhh oHHHHHHHHH

WHY WOULD YOU Do ThIS tO ME-

-Ardyn would be freaking out so hard okay. SO HARD. Not only is he not dead, but Nox is like- THREE (because if Imma do this imma do it FOR SERIOUS) and that means his body and mind physically CAN’T hold that much memory yet, so Nox’s memories are basically on dream-state lockdown and while he is WAYYY more mature than a three year old Nox is now mentally an ACTUAL KID.

-HOW DO YOU TAKE CARE OF AN ACTUAL KID.

-Also Nox told him that Regis never looked at another woman after marrying Aulea, including after she died, so HOW DOES HE EXPLAIN NOX’S EXISTENCE IF CAUGHT.

-Ends up going on a rampage through Niflheim, blowing up ALL the labs, killing Besithia, binding Titus to him, not out of any plan but out of sheer PANIC because the only thing he can think of is to pretend that Nox is a CLONE and that means he has to remove any evidence/witnesses to the fact that Niflheim never got their hands on enough genetic material to try cloning an LC.

-Also saves 8 yr old Noctis from the Marilith by total accident about a month after time-traveling, he was just wandering around freaking out over having a three year old nephew to care for (who trusts him implicitly, who needs food and water and shelter on a regular basis which means schedules which mean Ardyn has to relearn the concept of TIME PRONTO) when he heard the Marilith and saw the burning car and instinctively noped his way in.

-Regis arrives in time to feel BURNING magic coating the air in red crystalline shards as a stranger in a hat and with an odd harness of some kind tied to his back tears the Marilith with an armiger. Regis sputters, Ardyn whirls around and Regis catches a glimpse of burning gold eyes and a TODDLER in a makeshift harness on the man’s front before the man warps away, leaving Noctis scared but unharmed because Ardyn got there before the Marilith could touch him.

-Regis’s keeps his composure only because his son needs him desperately but internally he’s screaming W H A T.

-Ardyn the Disaster Uncle is actually ... probably not discovered by Cid? While a frantic search begins for the mystery LC (Ardyn), I’m actually picturing like- Axis finding him and his first instinct is STAB CHANCELLOR but then there’s ... there’s a tiny kid there. And there’s burning LC magic as Ardyn snarls protectively over the boy, threatening to bind Axis to him out of defense until little Nox goes “Uncle, NO!” and Axis’s brain kicks over into both gratitude that he wasn’t enslaved and sympathetic dad mode.

-Axis grudgingly helps Ardyn settle down somewhere hidden after Ardyn gives his cover story (illegitimate LC, discovered that Niflheim was CLONING HIS RELATIVES and has since defected with the only surviving clone kiddo), probably Hunter HQ, which means Porrima takes one (1) looks at this panicking, flailing disaster uncle and takes him under her wing.

-Ardyn could just about worship the ground Porrima walks on for that. GUIDANCE FOR THE REARING OF SMOL NEPHEW. BLESS.

-Ardyn ends up adopted into the Arra Clan because it’s impossible to hate this messed up disaster human who is trying SO HARD to take care of his tiny human. Nox ends up adopted too, obviously, and he gets along splendidly with Axis’s kids, who are actually all about his age.

-Side note- Nox doesn’t have Quiet Days in this AU, he has Sick Days. Days where his magic gets out of control and swells under his skin and Nox collapses into a feverish mess that Dreams of his past or the KoL’s memories and all Ardyn can do is sing lullabies and stand in an ice cold shower with Nox in his arms to help bring down the fever that comes from having Too Much Magic packed in a tiny body (Nox will eventually grow out of Sick Days and they’ll turn into Quiet Days as his memories click back into place and his body/brain can handle that much magic but for now...)

-The Glaives are told by Axis about his new adoption and they are an Awkward Panic because THIS IS THE GUY THE KING IS FRANTICALLY SEARCHING FOR. BUT HE’S ALSO GALAHDIAN FAM NOW. WE CAN’T TURN HIM IN. BUT WE HAVE TO. GFDHGFD.

-In the end they don’t have to, because Cor stops by Meldacio to check on one of his Hunter contacts and comes face to face with a teeny Nox, who is now like- 5 years old. Cor, who is Noctis’s Godfather, INTIMATELY KNOWS bby Noctis’s face mentally goes BBY LC and starts to reach out to touch him when a voice snarls “Don’t touch my Nephew.” And the air grows thick with angry magic.

-Cor looks up and sees 1. Chancellor of Niflheim who has been missing for two years. 2. Blood red armiger swirling around ex-Chancellor’s body like bristling fur on a mama cat. 3. every Galahdian in the HQ has gone deadly still and is watching Cor with Murder in their eyes. For the first time in possibly ever, Cor feels like he could die in the next .05 seconds if he does the wrong thing. Steps back and raises his hands placatingly, inwardly panics when Nox fearlessly ambles up to him and latches onto his pant leg with a soft word that sounds like it might be is name or might be “Coeurl”.

-After much tense standoff and agitation from Ardyn, Ardyn agrees, grudgingly, to come to the Citadel to meet with Regis on the condition that his nephew is not taken away from him.

-Cor takes them back to the Citadel, everyone picture Regis’s face when he gets word from a servant that Cor is waiting in a private sitting room with guests and Regis comes in and sees the red-haired man from that night two years ago, the one with magic simmering warningly under his skin (Ardyn sees no reason to hide it at this point after all).

-Then Regis hears a sniffle-sob and his eyes drop do the-

-Child.

-Black haired blue eyed child that looks like a thinner, not as well cared for Noctis at age 5.

-The child who reaches out with his magic and fearlessly tangles it with Regis’s in a way that knocks the wind out of him as the little boy tilts his head and hesitantly says, “...Dad?”

-Regis rocks back as if slapped and has to lean against Clarus. Cor looks apologetic at least as he explains that he ... well, he found Mors illegitimate child and .... another.

-And Regis- Regis KNOWS that he has no son other than Noctis. He has not touched a woman since Aulea died and Noctis is TEN and this boy is even younger so he can’t- that can’t be-

-But Nox knows his father, even if his memories are locked in a sort of protective dream state that lets him know things like “Ardyn is Safe Uncle” and “Cor is Friend” and so Nox REACHES for him, wiggles against Ardyn’s tight grip and bursts into tears because Dad-dad-that’s-dad-he-WANTS-HIS-DAD-

-And suddenly Regis is across the room, gingerly taking the child from a reluctant Ardyn’s arms and pressing his face into the child’s (his child’s HIS BOY HIS SON-) hair and murmuring soothing nothings as the boy sobs and sobs and sobs and his magic (so MUCH magic it inwardly staggers Regis) tangles around Regis’s in relief-grief-relief-joy-love-love-love that Regis cannot fathom the origin of.

-Regis looks up slowly, dazedly at the half-brother he only glimpsed that night the man saved Noctis from the Marilith, the man who is the missing Nif Chancellor and the man grimaces at the wild-eyed question he can see in Regis’s eyes.

-“I care not for myself or what they did to me,” Ardyn murmurs softly and all Regis’s red flags go up (a half-sibling caught by Niflheim, a man who wears layers of long sleeved clothes and who’s cheeks are still a bit too hollow despite Porrima’s best efforts), “but when I found him, I could not stay. I could not let them have him.”

-Regis presses a kiss instinctively on the child’s hair as the boy snuggles into his neck and hiccups softly, “How...? I haven’t... not since Aulea...”

-Ardyn shrugs and keeps his eyes on his nephew, looking like he’s itching to snatch the boy back, his magic brushing against Regis’s by accident as it coils protectively around the little princeling, “That has never stopped them. All they needed was an adequate blood sample.”

-And Regis-

-Regis thinks of the little blond baby Cor brought home ten years ago, Cor’s expression of disgust and horror as he spoke of tanks upon tanks of people, all infected with the Scourge and unsalvageable save this tiny baby. Regis thinks of medical science and artificial fertilization and DNA and how Niflheim would do ANYTHING to have Lucis Caelum blood in their grasp, especially if Ardyn either refused or was incapable of having children. He thinks of all those things and looks at Ardyn’s grim, haggard expression and he-

-He breathes very carefully as he clutches the little boy closer, towering RAGE warring with gut-wrenching horror, “They-. Are there-?”

-Ardyn shook his head and gently ran his hand through downy black hair, “He is the only one. I destroyed all the facilities I could before they had the chance to do more.”

-And Regis needs to sit down. He needs to sit down with this tiny child in his arms and a half-brother that eyes Regis like he might bite and Regis- Regis wants to CRY but he can’t afford it, not now, so instead he cautiously reaches out and brushes magic with Ardyn (feels the instinctive, visceral flinch it causes the other man and backs off) and rasps hoarsely, “What ... what is his name?”

-Ardyn’s lips twitch sheepishly, “Our thoughts were not much different when it came to naming little Lucis Caelums I’m afraid. His name is Nox.”

-Regis breathes the name like a prayer and looks down at the boy already dozing off in his arms, totally, completely trusting the STRANGER that is holding him, magic already nestled against Regis’s (so MUCH, an unhealthy amount, and what had Niflheim DONE to make this tiny boy already so powerful in magic?) and pulsing a steady heartbeat of love-contentment-relief-trust. He looks back up at the man who should be an enemy but was instead family, who had saved Noctis from the Marilith and had saved this second son Regis had not known existed from fates worse than death and he asks, “Will you... would you do me the honor of staying? The both of you? Please?”

-And Ardyn gives in, because he cannot bear to separate Nox from his father now, not when Nox is radiating such contentment and happiness.

-Much later, probably days actually, after guest suites are prepared (and a snarling overprotective Ardyn gets his way of having Nox share his suite) and medical exams are taken (and Regis RAGES his way across a training room when he sees the pictures and reports of both his newest son and his half-brother, of the newest son’s many scars and his half-brother’s even worse scars and BRAND), Noctis is informed of new relatives and insists on going to see them.

-Noctis stares down at little Nox, who tilts his head curiously as he hides behind Ardyn’s leg, and Noctis’s heart MELTS. Nox is the same age as Iris, and Noctis can feel magic cautiously poking his, and every switch in Noctis’s head goes MINE. MY LITTLE BROTHER NOW. And Ardyn could laugh himself sick if he wouldn’t have to explain why.

-Also everyone picture Ignis. Ignis who already has mothering instincts out the wazzoo. Ignis who loves Noctis to no end and now there’s a TINIER VERSION and that tiny version looks at him and goes “Iggy?” so hopefully and plaintively that Ignis is just- he’s gone. Goodbye.

-Iris gets to be Nox’s Shield. They are two of a kind as they grow up together and its great.

-Regis freaks out so hard the first Sick Day Nox has in the Citadel, and Ardyn looks so EXHAUSTED when he explains that this is normal and why it happens (too much magic in too small a body, he’ll grow out of it someday) and then Regis is so ANGRY over whoever made Nox too magical to be healthy.

-Ardyn and Regis brother bond over raising Nox.

-Gladio is just- “my brat bby brother now. MINE.”

-Prompto is still found early and adopted by Cor thanks to Ardyn, Prompto. ADORES. bby Nox. The Power of Cute compels you.

#SE asks #oliverslewty asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Nox verse #Little Nox verse

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jamesashtonisbae · 4 years

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Why Not Both Pt. 7

Word Count: 2740

Pairing: Bryce x MC (Bentley Rogers) and Rafael x MC (Bentley Rogers)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, sexual content - like not safe, lemon content

Summary: Bentley cannot decide between Bryce and Rafael. Will she have to?

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Pixelberry studios.

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Part 7

Bentley and Bryce stumbled through the door to her apartment. They hadn’t taken their hands off each other the whole way back. When they pushed through the doorway completely, they ran right into Danny and Sienna, who were wrapped in each other’s arms.

Both couples jumped apart, glancing at the other pair, embarrassed at first. Well, except for Bryce, who was never embarrassed. Sienna’s shirt was pushed up and her midriff was bare. Danny’s belt was unbuckled, and his pants were unbuttoned. Bentley quickly became unembarrassed, and instead became excited for her friend.

“Oh hey, we were just coming here to change our clothes and go out to get drinks. You two, please carry on.”

“Danny, let’s just, go to my room,” Sienna said, not making eye contact with Bentley or Bryce.

“No, no,” Bentley said, taking Bryce’s arm, “you deserve to make out in the living room. God knows we’ve done it plenty of times.”

Bryce grinned and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Bentley’s lips, “Yeah, you two have had to put up with us far too many times.”

Bentley’s mind flashed to Rafael and her doing the exact same thing recently as well. Dating two guys was weighing on her, and she hoped Sienna and Danny wouldn’t mention it. Not that Bryce would care.

Bryce took her hand and tugged her down the hall gently, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Just still worrying about this whole ‘dating two guys’ thing. I don’t know what to do to make myself stop worrying about it. Like in that moment just now, all I could think about was the fact that the most recent guy Danny and Sienna have watched me make out with in the entryway wasn’t you. It seems like we talk about this every time we’re together, but I’m struggling with this, so hard. I love you, and I love him. And this is going to sound weird, but you’re also like my best friend, so I kind of want to talk to you about how much I love him? I want to share all of that with you, because I just want to share everything with you…”

Bryce took her hands and guided her to her bed, the pair jumping when they heard Sienna’s door slam closed. They broke out of their serious moment and laughed together softly for a couple of seconds. She leaned onto his chest and gazed up into his eyes.

“Bentley, you know I love you. I want to hear about everything in your life, and that includes Rafael. It’s not awkward for me, Bentley. I know this will sound cocky, but I am not threatened by Rafael, because I’m confident in what I have with you. All I’m worried about is the possibility of wanting to spend the night with you when you’re spending it with him. And I’m worried about you getting burnt out trying to date two people.”

“Why are you always worried about me when it comes to this? You’re so selfless. You’re far more than what I deserve.”

“Bentley, what’s it gonna take for you to believe that you deserve everything this world has to offer and more?” Bryce slipped an arm around her waist, gently pulling her in a little closer. “I want to give you everything I have.”

Bentley leaned her head up and pressed her lips to his softly. The kiss started tender and loving, but when Bryce laid down and tugged her on top of him, they started kissing with more and more intensity - on their way towards not making their plans to get drinks. Her hips started moving against his involuntarily, his rising to meet hers--

“Ohhhhhhhhh, Danny…” Sienna moaned from next door. Bentley pulled away from Bryce, her eyebrows jumping with his as they heard Sienna’s bed frame begin knocking against their wall. She stifled a giggle as she buried her head into Bryce’s neck before letting her laughter out. Bryce joined her laughing, quietly, before burying his face in her auburn curls and giggling too.

After a few moments of awkwardly listening to Sienna and Danny, Bentley turned to look at Bryce, “I should pack an overnight bag so we can go.”

Bryce reluctantly released her and she got up to change out of her scrubs and into a black dress and her favorite jean jacket. She could feel Bryce’s eyes on her as she grabbed a clean pair of scrubs and some undergarments to wear the next day.

“Bryce…” she called as she started towards the bathroom to grab her toiletries. “Will you pick out a nightgown for me to wear tonight? Top drawer. And if you want to push some stuff to the side, you can use it too.”

“A nightgown?” she could hear him scramble off her bed and throw open the drawer from down the hall. She could also hear Sienna and Danny and thanked the heavens that they were finally together. Sienna and Danny were her favorite couple on the planet. They were so cute together, and every day she could tell that they were becoming inseparable.

Bentley tossed her things into a small bag she could fit inside her overnight bag, then rounded the corner to her room at light speed, meeting Bryce’s wide grin as she entered.

“Hey! You look happy…” she said a bit hesitantly.

“This is my favorite drawer, Bentley. I tried to pick something that looked comfortable but I would love to revisit it at some point.”

“Oh no, what did you choose?”

“Just this pink satin one… do you think that’s okay?”

She laughed and took him in her arms, “Of course I do, I told you that you could pick what you wanted,” she reached around him to take the pink slip and fold it into her bag.

“I know you’ll look sexy in anything, but I’m assuming this will be for after we have sex and not before.”

“You’re right,” she said, kissing his cheek gently, then maneuvering around him. “I need to change my underwear quick.”

She opened a drawer, simultaneously pulling off her panties and tossing them in her hamper. Making a show of it, she pulled out a strappy garter belt and a matching thong, pulling them on and attaching them. She felt Bryce reach out for her, but she spun away and grabbed her bag, “Okay we’re good.”

“You absolute tease…” he groaned as he followed her.

They hurried across town, dropped off her bag, and found themselves huddled in a booth in the back of some bar down the block from Bryce’s apartment. Her legs were draped over his lap as she nursed a moscow mule Bryce had insisted she try. He had ordered his usual, which had been nagging at Bentley a little bit.

“So… ‘the usual’? Do you come here a lot? I’ve never been here with you before…”

“Yeah, I used to,” he cleared his throat, looking away from her for a minute, “I used to bring girls here for drinks back when I first moved to Boston.”

“And, did you take them home with you too?”

He coughed again, “Sometimes.”

“I see,” she fiddled with her straw, but didn’t move out of his lap. It didn’t bother her when she thought about how she was also seeing Rafael the whole past year, but if she hadn’t been, she would have been upset. More of what was bugging her was the fact that she’d never really gone out on a date with Bryce, she had just gone about her life and slept with him whenever they had time.

“What’s wrong, B?” he asked, taking her drink out of her hand and holding it in his.

“Nothing - you should have dated whoever you wanted. I guess I just feel bad that you and I never really dated, we just kind of were around. It was never anything really intentional. And now I’m on a date with you and I’m complaining that we never went on a date.”

Bryce laughed, “Bentley, I intentionally spent every spare moment with you. But I thought you had something with Dr. Ramsey, so I tried to date other girls so I would stop myself from falling too fast for you. That’s why we didn’t date. Because we didn’t need to. I was just always around because even then, I knew I was hopelessly in love with you Bentley Rogers.”

Bentley kissed him softly, “You’re so damn soft for me, Bryce Lahela.”

He threw his head back in laughter before turning back to kiss her back, “What have you done to me, Rogers?”

She rested her forehead against his, gazing into his eyes, “This was my evil plan all along… get your defenses down… make you fall in love with me… spend the night at your place… and rob you blind. It’s foolproof really.”

Bryce kissed her forehead softly, then whispered, “It’s all yours… take it all.”

They sipped their drinks a while longer, talking about their patients in common, some they didn’t have in common. Bentley protested when Bryce tried to convince her she should be a surgeon, that way she wouldn’t have to babysit her intern Esme. Bentley argued back that she was on the best diagnostics team in the country and babysitting an intern was worth the opportunity she had to work with Dr. Ramsey and Baz and June.

“But Bentley, you could work with Dr. Harper Emery, the premier neurosurgeon in the country! I don’t understand why that isn’t enough of a draw to get you to switch.”

“I work with the premier diagnostician in the country, Bryce!” she exclaimed, setting her drink down and throwing her arms around his neck. “The quality of professionals I work with matches, if not bests, the ones you work with!”

“Well, the best resident at Edenbrook is a surgeon. You would get to work with him.”

“The best resident at Edenbrook is a junior diagnostician and you know it.”

Bryce’s grin was radiant, and Bentley knew why. He had tried so hard to get her to believe in herself, and now she did. It was all because of him and how much effort he put into building her up to be this confident. She could always count on him to make her more confident.

“You’re damn right she is…” Bryce wrapped his arms around her back and tugged her up so she was straddling him in the booth. Their mouths met in a heated kiss, and when he was sure she was anchored to him, Bryce moved his hands to her thighs, running them over her with that expert touch of his. She groaned and he took the opportunity to meet her tongue with his. His hands crept up her thighs until his thumbs rested lightly on her hot core. In response to his touch she felt a gush of wetness between her legs and she pulled away.

“We gotta get out of here. Now,” she commanded, grabbing a twenty out of her wallet and slapping it onto the table. With equal intensity, she grabbed Bryce’s arm and pulled him out of the booth and back to his apartment.

They barely made it inside the door when Bryce tugged off her jacket and threw it into a corner somewhere. With an unexpected reverence in the heat of the moment, he pulled off her dress as she tried kicking off her shoes.

“How are you so goddamn beautiful?” Bryce asked, sinking to his knees in front of her as she backed into his door.

“Just trying to keep up wi--” she cut herself off with a moan as she felt Bryce’s lips connect with her wet slit through her crotchless panties. He hiked her leg up and over his shoulder, giving himself better access as he worked his tongue skillfully against her. Their eyes met in the dark of his entryway and if she could think about anything other than his lips and teeth on her she would have wondered how he always managed to get her completely naked before he lost a single item of clothing. Her breathing became labored as Bryce tugged at her lower lips, teasing her and getting her as wet as possible, his saliva and her own wetness mixing together, before he latched his mouth to her clit and sucked. The door vibrated behind her as she slapped her hand against it when Bryce would not relent. She arched her back, thrusting her hips towards his face, barely staying up with one very wobbly leg planted on the ground. Bryce knew she was getting close, so he reached up with one hand to grip hers as he moved his other to hold her steady. Her free hand snaked into his hair, gripping it firmly as he coaxed an orgasm from her. She groaned loudly as Bryce kissed her lips over and over again until she was sufficiently down from her high. In an instant, she was in his arms and he moved her to his couch.

He leaned over her, smattering kisses on her face as her breathing returned to normal. With expert ability, she latched her leg around his and flipped him underneath her.

“Now it’s your turn to sit back and let me do my job…”

“Bentley, please, I just want to be inside you…” he groaned as she palmed him through his jeans. In one deft move, she had unbuckled his belt, tugged it off, and pushed his jeans and boxers down. She rose to pull off his shoes and his clothes, moving up and sliding off his sweater and the shirt he wore underneath it in one fluid motion.

Before Bryce had a chance to react, she had slung her legs over him and was grinding her still wet pussy against his very hard dick. His eyes rolled back and he groaned at the feeling of her sliding over him. With a tap on the chest, she drew his attention back to her and she rose slightly, taking him in one hand. He didn’t look away when she guided him to her entrance, the warmth of her so close he could almost feel it. She lowered herself slightly, encasing just the head inside her. He let out a raw, guttural moan and she lowered herself all the way.

When he tried to sit up, she pushed him back gently, “Just watch. And enjoy.”

With a wink, she tossed her head back, her auburn hair flying out behind her. The white column of her neck was exposed, and Bryce licked his lips, hoping he would be able to lean up and place soft bites all over it, marking her as his, but he was under strict orders to lie there. She bounced up and down on his dick, moving side to side on occasion, her breasts moving with her and drawing Bryce’s eyes down. Once he broke out of his trance gazing at her as she rode him, he reached down and pressed two fingers to her clit. He knew her so well, and he knew she would struggle to finish from penetration alone, no matter how good a job he did, and he wasn’t doing much of anything right now. It was the least he could do as she gave him the ride of a lifetime.

Within seconds, they both approached their climaxes, and Bentley tugged him up so she could place her lips on his as they came together. She held him close and kissed him desperately until he shoved her away to look into her eyes, “I love you, Bentley.”

“I love you too, Bryce,” she whispered, kissing him, then letting him lean in and rest his head on her breasts. After a few moments, he started placing soft kisses on her bare chest, then began roaming up to where he was kissing her neck. The kisses turned to gentle bites, and Bentley started getting wet again. “Take me to your bed, Bryce. Take me now.”

He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they moved to his bed. With great care, he set her down, then pressed his body against hers.

It was a long time before they finally fell asleep, but with her head on his chest and their thirsts quenched, Bentley and Bryce slept like rocks their first night being fully in love.

#choices open heart #choices fanfiction #bryce lahela #bryce x mc #rafael x mc #bryce lahela x mc #open heart

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rawiswhore · 4 years

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Triple H, Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- “Twenty Foreplay”

It's a few days after the afternoon where you, Shawn Michaels, and Triple H engaged in a threesome inside your tourbus, where you were "spitroasted" by the two of them, albeit, they were doing their now iconic "crotch chop" to you while they spitroasted you, telling you their equally iconic "suck it!" catchphrase to boot.

1997 is coming almost to a close.

You regret that you didn't have any foreplay before you had a threeway with them on the tourbus, you even thought of doing some foreplay before the 3 of you fucked, but you decided not to do it.

You were going to make up for that tonight.

You were at the back of your tourbus with Shawn and Triple H, where the bed you share with the two of them is.

This was the same location you had a threesome with Shawn and Triple H recently.

And much like that threesome you had a few days ago, you were dressed similarly to how you dressed on that afternoon: wearing one of Triple H's oversized T-shirts, no bra underneath and short shorts.

Shawn was standing behind you, Triple H in front of you.

Triple H was busy kissing your lips, where he held your arms straight up in the air and lifted the oversized T-shirt over your head, exposing your bare, naked torso, tossing that shirt away.

Meanwhile, Shawn brushed your hair blocking your neck out of the way, where he planted some kisses on the back of your neck.

He even breathed over your neck, his hot breath smothering behind your neck.

He also snuck one of his hands down your shorts, only for his fingers to feel a little fuzzy line of pubic hair.

His fingers crawled more into your shorts, until his fingers touched and found your wet, pink pussy.

Once his fingers found your pussy, he began rubbing his fingers up and down your wet cunt over and over again.

Tingles were traveling down your spine, the hair on your arms standing still and erect, your head tilted slightly back and your eyes closed, looking like you were having an orgasm.

You could feel Shawn's erection pressing behind your shorts, whereas you could feel Triple H's erection pressing in front of your shorts.

While Triple H was making out with you, he put his hands on your breasts, his palms covering your nipples, his fingers began to squeeze your tits gently.

Triple H brushed his lips from your lips down to your chin, all the way down the middle of your neck.

Your mouth opened slightly while he was doing this to you.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhh" you moaned and cried out.

You wish that Shawn could've squeezed your breasts, which maybe he might do.

"Shawn" you said, craning your head to look at him. "Could you squeeze my tits, please?"

"Absolutely" he purred.

His hands crawled under Triple H's palms, where Shawn's hands squeezed your breasts.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Triple H quipped at Shawn, looking angry.

"She wanted me to squeeze her tits!" Shawn fired back.

"You guys can both squeeze my tits at the same time!" you stated. "Shawn can squeeze my tits and Triple H can squeeze my nipples!"

Shawn's face got closer and closer in your neck, where he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips giving little kisses on your shoulders and neck.

Not just that, but he also bit a slight part of your skin, your skin between his teeth.

You felt him biting your flesh, where you let out an orgasmic moan from your mouth.

Triple H, meanwhile, brushed his lips down the middle of your torso, releasing his hot breath down the middle of your torso.

Your nipples were in between Triple H's index and middle fingers, where he slightly twisted and tweaked them.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhh!" you moaned. "This feels sooooooo goooooooood!"

"Y'like that, baby?" Shawn purred, his breath hot on your neck.

"Yessss!" you whimpered.

"Y'like my lips on you, babydoll?" Triple H purred, letting his breath on your bare skin.

"Yessss!" you whined.

Shawn's teeth no longer bit a portion of your skin on your neck, where he left behind a little bite mark there, marking his territory.

Even though he probably would love to leave some hickeys on your neck, this isn't high school, plus, you're a valet, people will notice the hickeys on your neck!

Shawn then placed his lips behind your neck, where he started doing what Triple H was doing.

Shawn then began lowering himself more and more down your back, where his lips followed him, his lips brushing all the way down the middle of your back.

Speaking of brushing lips and Triple H, Triple H lowered himself down your torso, brushing his lips down the middle of your torso, below your breasts and down your stomach.

Tingles and chills were sent down your spine, traveling through your body at these hot men brushing their lips down you.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, yes, boysssssssss" you whined and cried.

Even though they lowered themselves all the way down to your private parts, they still held onto your breasts.

Both men opened their mouths and bit the top of your shorts, where the two of them then began pulling your shorts all the way down to your ankles using their teeth.

To be honest, they looked rather ridiculous, like the puppy tugging on the little girl's bathing suit on the Coppertone bottle.

How can they do this to you while keeping a straight face?

You could feel the cold air on your legs as your shorts were pulled down more and more.

When your shorts were being pulled down, Triple H and Shawn opened their eyes to see what was underneath your shorts.

No underwear.

All Triple H saw in front of him was a perfectly trimmed line of pubic hair in a straight line above your clitoris.

Perfect, they both thought.

Shawn elevated his body up straight and put his hands on your shoulders, where he slightly pushed you and sat you down on the bed.

"You can open your eyes now" Shawn said, and you did what he said.

Meanwhile, Triple H lifted your feet one by one out of your shorts, holding your ankles.

Triple H then put his hands on your knees, where he pried your legs more and more open, exposing your pink, wet pussy.

There was no pubic hair on either sides of your vagina, on your bikini line, on your thighs.

You didn't even have any little bumps on your bikini line or on your pussy, your vagina looks perfectly shaved.

"Tilt your head back" Shawn ordered you to do, and you did tilt your head back a bit.

Shawn then dove his face into your face, only for his lips to land on your lips, where he began kissing you.

Your eyes had closed instantly while his lips landed on your lips, while his eyelids shut as he pulled his face into your face.

One of his hands went behind your head, where he ran his fingers through your hair.

Meanwhile, Triple H's face pulled closer and closer into your pussy, where he opened his mouth and let his tongue out of his mouth.

He placed his tongue on your cunt, where his tongue snaked all over your vagina, trailing and dragging his tongue up your left pussy flap.

His tongue dragged all around your pussy slowly, up both of your pussy flaps, the middle of your cunt, and especially, on your clitoris.

His tongue tasted your salty (and not salty as in bitchy) pussy, and he enjoys the taste your pussy juice.

Shawn was busy kissing your lips, his lips and your lips (on your face) made these lip smacking sounds when they parted, only to join again.

Speaking of kissing, Triple H began kissing and making out with your pussy much like he was with your mouth and how Shawn was kissing your mouth.

Triple H's mouth circulated around your vagina, sucking it slightly, only for his mouth and lips to separate from your pussy, then for his mouth to join again.

He did this over and over again, and not just that, but gave the middle of your pussy a little lick, raising the tip of his tongue up the middle of your cunt.

Scratch that, he gave your pussy quite a few licks, both the middle of your vagina and your pussy flaps, where every lick would end with the tip of his tongue standing up.

Triple H decided to spice things up while eating your twat out, what did he do?

His mouth circulated around your pussy, his whole mouth wrapped around your entire vagina, where he let out some drops of saliva on your cunt, drooling and salivating on your pussy, letting his saliva lubricate and wet your pussy even more.

Meanwhile, Shawn was still busy making out with you, and not just that, his hands were on your breasts, his fingers tweaking your nipples like a radio dial.

One of your hands was behind Shawn's head, running and combing your fingers over and over again through his long, brown tresses.

While you enjoyed Triple H eating your cunt out and having Shawn make out with you, Shawn was taking quite a bit of time kissing you.

This scenario reminds you a bit of a certain page in Madonna's "Sex" book, where there's a photo of Madonna having a threesome with 2 Annabella Lwin from the 80's band Bow Wow Wow lookalikes, where one is kissing her lips while the other is sucking her tits.

While you never found those two Annabella lookalikes in the book sexy, you did, however, love that particular picture and found it so sexy.

So much, you wanted to recreate that pic, in fact, you want to recreate many things from that book, and why not recreate that particular picture with these 2 hot, sexy gentlemen with you?

You put one of your hands on Shawn's chest and pushed him away a bit, breaking the kiss between the two of you.

You then raised your head and sat your head up straight.

"Gentlemen" you announced.

Triple H heard what you said, where he stopped what he was doing, looking up at you.

"Even though I do enjoy making out with you Shawn, and you can still make out with me" you said to Shawn, hoping he wasn't annoyed by you pushing him away. "In Madonna's 'Sex' book, there's this picture of her having a threesome with these 2 punk rock looking chicks with mohawks, one is kissing her lips and the other is sucking one of her tits. I want to recreate that right now but with Triple H is sucking one of my tits".

Shawn's mouth broke out into a smile, breathing a sigh of relief that this threeway wasn't over.

Triple H also broke out into a smile as well, and he has such an adorable, cute smile.

"Sorry I broke the kiss" you apologized to Shawn. "But you can still kiss me"

"No problem" Shawn replied.

You tilted your head back like you did when you were making out with Shawn, where Shawn pulled his face into your face, kissing your lips.

Triple H rose the upper part of his body a bit, the upper half of this body (i.e. his head and his torso) elevated up to your tits more and more, until he paused and stopped at your tits.

His head pulled closer and closer into your right breast, where he opened his mouth more and more while he pulled into your tit and wrapped his mouth around your nipple, his mouth circulating on your nipple the same way his mouth was circulating your pussy, where he began sucking your nipple like he was breastfeeding.

His puckered up mouth was bobbing up and down your nipple a bit, much like your head when you suck his cock.

You remembered how in Madonna's "Sex" book, that particular threesome pic with those punk rock girls that you're replicating right now with 2 pro wrestlers, that Madonna's tongue is sticking out for a little French kiss.

You kill yourself for not French kissing Shawn, but now's the chance, especially since you're replicating something from Madonna's "Sex" book now!

You slipped your tongue into Shawn's mouth, your tongue tickling Shawn's tongue, trying to entice him.

Your hand crawled up his hair, his brown locks in between the empty spaces of your fingers, combing his long brown hair over and over again.

He felt your tongue in his mouth, and he regrets not French kissing you while he was making out with you, but now is his chance to French you!

His tongue slipped into your mouth, where he dragged and brushed his tongue on top of your tongue, only to put his tongue back in your mouth.

But don't worry, his tongue crawled in your mouth again, he just wanted to brush his tongue across your tongue.

You were annoyed when his tongue crawled back in his mouth, only to be relieved when it entered your mouth again.

With that, he flicked his tongue across your tongue, giving your tongue some flicks and licks.

Not just that, but your tongue and his tongue were twisting, turning, and basically, well, wrestling (ba-dum-tssssh) in each other's mouths.

It felt so good having Triple H suck on your nipple, so good, you could nearly moan from it.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhh" you moaned inside Shawn's mouth, filling his mouth not just with your tongue, but your voice and moan.

Your breath had stained on Shawn's teeth, heating his mouth.

Triple H regrets not saying anything sexy while he was busy eating out your twat, but maybe he can do that now, albeit on your nipple.

Surprisingly, you didn't moan while Triple H was licking your pussy out, but that's because he wasn't paying much attention to your clit, your most sensitive spot on your pussy.

"Y'like that baby?" Triple H purred, his breath hot and warming up your areola.

Your areola was sensitive, and it felt so damn good.

"Yessss" you whined and whimpered in a high pitched voice.

Shawn heard Triple H saying sexy things to you while he was busy sucking your tit, which gave him an idea.

"Y'like me kissing you, babydoll?" Shawn purred.

"Yessssss" you whined for him.

"You have such hot fucking tits, babydoll" Triple H purred.

He was gonna do even more things to you tit.

And not just your tit, but something else, so was Shawn for that matter.

Shawn directed one of his hands towards your breast that didn't have anyone sucking your nipple, where he put your nipple in between his fingers, his thumb at the bottom of your nipple and his top finger at the top.

He then began to tweak and slightly turn that nipple, all while he was still busy French kissing you.

Meanwhile, Triple H didn't just suck your nipple, but his tongue crept out of his mouth, the tip of his tongue landed on your areola, where he ran the tip of his tongue over and over again in circles on your areola.

Not just that, but one of his hands snuck in between your legs, towards your pussy, where his thumb rubbed your clitoris up and down, even pressed it hard a bit, whereas he tried slipping one of his fingers up your pussy hole.

While you love recreating that Madonna in her "Sex" book pic just a few seconds ago, you actually wish that one man could suck on your other breast that Triple H isn't sucking while another man eats out your pussy or even fucks your cunt.

Who could that be? Billy Gunn? He's gotten so much sexier and you've gotten a crush on him, you even had an orgy with him this summer with Shawn Michaels and Triple H involved.

Maybe the British Bulldog?

Some men are hotter with long hair (Billy Gunn, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, I'm looking at you), but the British Bulldog is an exception of someone hotter with short hair.

You had a little tryst with him, even a gangbang with him that also involved, who else? Triple H, Shawn Michaels, and Billy Gunn.

Not just that, but one of your hands also crawled behind Triple H's head, where your fingers ran and roamed through his blond locks, over and over again.

The other hand was behind Shawn's head, where your hand and fingers elevated up his head, running your fingers through his brown hair, combing his hair.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, yeaaaaaaaaaaah" you moaned and cried.

"Y'like that baby?" Triple H purred, his hot breath staining your nipple and areola.

"Yesssssssss" you whined.

"You have such a hot fucking clit" Triple H purred, his voice warm and husky. "A hot fucking pussy"

Hopefully you don't cum on his fingers just yet.

Your clitoris had blood filling it all up and your pussy was so eager to cum.

"Y'like it when I play with your tits?" Shawn purred, his voice husky and warm.

"Yessss" you whined.

"Call me Daddy" he ordered, his voice husky and sultry.

"Yes, Daddy" you whined.

"That's a good girl" he replied.

Even though he was having some fun making out with you, he was making out with you for far too long, maybe it's time to change the pace.

His tongue slipped back into his mouth, and you felt that.

His lips brushed down your chin all the way down to the middle of your neck.

Even though you were having fun making out with him, he has made out with you for too long, so now it's time for him to change.

Tingles were traveling down your spine while he brushed his lips down the middle of your neck.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Daddy" you whined while he brushed his lips down you.

His lips brushed down your neck all the way down to that breast he was tweaking with one hand.

Now it's his turn to suck your nipple.

Once his mouth had reached your nipple, he put your nipple in between his lips and began sucking it, and not just sucking it, but kissing and making out with it like it was your lips he was kissing previously.

Triple H, too, was also kissing your nipple like it was your lips.

He was also busy trying to slip his fingers up your pussy hole.

"Are my fingers up your pussy?" Triple H asked, his breath hot on your areola.

"Not yet" you replied.

You lifted your ass up a few inches from the mattress you were sitting on, so Triple H's fingers could slip into your pussy hole.

Triple H's fingers touched something wet and slippery, figuring that must be your pussy.

His fingers recognized that was your pussy, considering his fingers could feel your pussy flaps.

His fingers eventually found your pussy hole, or so he thought (and hoped!) it might be your cunthole, where his index finger crawled up your pussy hole.

His index finger filled and stretched your tight pussy walls up.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh" you moaned while he slipped his finger up your pussy hole.

"Is my finger up your cunt?" he asked.

"Yessss" you responded.

Your pussy hole was so wet from your wet, slippery pussy, drenched in pussy juice and saliva.

Once his finger was up your pussy, he began moving his index finger up and down your pussy hole like it was his cock, and his cock eventually will thrust in and out of your cunt.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, this feels sooooooooo goooooooooooood" you whined.

"Like that, babydoll?" Triple H purred on your nipple.

"Yeaaaaaaaaah" you cried.

"Y'like Daddy on your tits?" Shawn purred, his breath hot on your nipple.

"Yessss, Daddy" you whined. "Suck my tit, Daddy"

Y'know, having two men suck on your tits, and you previously were spitroasted by them while they did their iconic "crotch chop" gesture while proclaiming their equally iconic "suck it!" catchphrase, these 2 men are notorious for both of these things...

And you haven't done a crotch chop and said "suck it"?

Now you'll have to do that...

One of your hands behind Shawn's head moved towards above your pussy, so did your other hand that was behind Triple H's hand, their hair slipping out of your fingers, where you crossed your hands by the wrists into an "x" shape.

Shawn and Triple H felt your hands no longer behind your head, their hair slipping out of your fingers.

Their eyes suddenly opened, only to find your wrists crossed forming an "x" shape.

"Suck it!" you exclaimed. "Suck it, boys, suck it!"

Both Shawn and Triple H paused at sucking your tits, Triple H pausing from fingering your pussy, where they both broke out into smiles, laughing over you doing that.

They figured, since they're two men who are notorious for shouting "suck it!" with pointing towards their genitalia and they're busy sucking your breasts, yet you surprisingly haven't referenced or said their notorious catchphrase and body language...

Your eyes suddenly opened once they burst out laughing, your head standing straight, breaking the sexual tension.

Despite taking a break from sucking your tits, they still weren't finished yet.

However, Triple H has spent quite a long time sucking on one of your tits.

He brushed his lips up to your neck, where your nipple left his mouth, his head elevating higher and higher until he stopped at your neck.

Goosebumps were forming on your arms while Triple H brushed his lips up to your neck, this felt so good.

Your head slowly tilted back like it did when Shawn leaned his face in to kiss you.

Your eyes had rolled in the back of your head while your eyelids shut and shielded your eyes.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, baby" you moaned.

While Triple H brushed his lips up your to your neck, Shawn went back to sucking your nipple.

When you moaned "ohhhhhhh, baby", Shawn (and Triple H too, for that matter), didn't know if that was for him or for Triple H.

"Hey" Triple H said, his breath on your neck. "Was that 'oh baby' for me or for Shawn?"

Shawn was about to ask that, but Triple H took the words out of his mouth.

"You" you said. "But it could be for both".

Triple H buried his face into your neck, his face nudging into your neck, where he began kissing your neck like he was kissing your lips, pussy and nipple.

Not just that, but he also proceeded to still finger your pussy, his index finger going up and down over and over again inside your pussy hole, while pressing his thumb on your clit.

One finger up your pussy hole wasn't enough.

When his index finger escaped out of your pussy hole, he conjoined his middle finger with his index finger that was just in your pussyhole, and those two fingers crawled up your pussyhole.

Those two fingers stretched your pussy walls even wider, where the bottom of your mouth dropped further and further.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeaaaaaaaaaaaah" you moaned, your chest heaving up and down while two of Triple H's fingers crawled up your pussy walls.

Speaking of your pussy walls, like before, Triple H's two fingers in your cunt hole moved up and down inside your pussy hole, fucking your pussy hole before his cock eventually will enter your pussy.

Surprisingly, you still haven't cum yet.

Which might be a good thing, you haven't even had penis/vagina intercourse yet!

Shawn, however, was still busy sucking on your nipple, kissing your nipple like he was kissing your lips before.

And speaking of breasts, the other breast that was left alone, Triple H had his other fingers on your nipple he previously sucked on, where his fingers twisted and tweaked your nipple.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, God, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh" you moaned, your voice filling up the tourbus.

Thank God no one was in the tourbus besides the 3 of you.

Besides Triple H leaving some little pecks on your neck, since his face was touching your neck, his blond eyelashes brushed down your neck some, giving "butterfly kisses".

His eyelashes tickled your neck, and you weren't quite sure what that was he was brushing down your neck.

You straightened your head up and opened your eyes, looking down and seeing Shawn Michaels still sucking your breast whereas Triple H had 2 fingers up your pussy hole.

You sadly can't see your neck, but you could see Triple H's long blond locks and your fingers running through his hair right next to you.

Your hand moved from behind his head to his back, where you tapped his back a few times.

He pulled his face and head away from your neck, where he looked up at you.

"What was that I felt on my neck?" you asked.

"My lips" he responded. "And my eyelashes"

Butterfly kisses.

Shawn actually saw Triple H brush his eyelashes down your neck a few times, which gave him an idea.

Shawn's spent quite a long time sucking your nipple, so maybe it's time to change things.

He brushed his lips down your nipple all the way down your left hip, and not just that, but while he was brushing his lips down further and further your hip, his face was close to your skin, where he brushed one of his eyelashes on his eyes down your torso, down your skin.

You could feel Shawn's wet lips brush down your hip as well as his eyelash.

While he was doing this, while this felt amazing, you had to ask him.

"Are you brushing your eyelash and lips down me too?"

You shouldn't have asked him that, that's a stupid question.

Shawn stopped at what he was doing, looking up at you.

"Why, yes, yes I am" he replied. "Is that a problem?"

"Absolutely not!" you responded. "I'm sorry if I asked you that, that was stupid of me".

"No problem" he replied. "You just wanted to make sure you're safe".

After he said that, because it felt so good having Shawn and Triple H do this to you, your head, again, tilted and leaned back, your eyes had rolled in the back of your head and your eyelids shut your eyes.

While Shawn brushed his lips and eyelash down your body, Triple H went back to what he was usually doing, where he brushed his eyelashes down your neck.

"You like that, baby?" Triple H purred, his breath above your tits.

"Yes" you whined.

Though you didn't know if it was his finger fucking, nipple tweaking or eyelash brushing he was doing that you liked, though you liked them all!

His breath had also warmed above your tits; your collarbone.

"You have such a hot body" Shawn purred, his breath warming your stomach.

"Don't cum yet, baby" Triple H ordered. "That's for later".

And indeed, you have to cum later.

Your pussy was holding back and controlling yourself from squirting.

And speaking of pussies, Shawn had now reached your pussy.

Since Triple H ate out your pussy, Shawn can do it too.

Though, will Shawn enjoy it?

Triple H's saliva is smothered all over it.

Shawn then swatted Triple H's arm a few times, where Triple H's face looked down at Shawn.

"Can I eat her pussy out?" Shawn asked Triple H "I saw you eat her out and now it's my turn".

Even though Triple H was enjoying fingering your cunt, I guess yes.

He's also spent quite some time fingering your pussy.

"Sure" he replied.

Yes, Shawn thought, smiling from ear to ear.

You heard what Triple H said.

Again, while you did enjoy Triple H fingerbanging your cunt, he has spent quite a long time doing it.

Triple H then slowly pulled both of his fingers out of your pussy hole, both of those fingers now covered in your wet pussy juices.

He also lifted his thumb off of your clitoris.

Triple H then put those two fingers in his mouth, where his mouth and tongue tasted your pussy juices.

So salty but so delicious.

"Your pussy tastes so good" Triple H said. "Sorry for pulling out, but I'll make up for it".

With what?

Triple H then put his knees on the bed, where he walked on his knees on the mattress, standing next to your shoulder, hovering in front of you.

You opened your eyes and saw his face in front of you.

Shawn was crouching on the ground, where he was sitting in between your legs.

He pulled his face into your pussy, where his tongue crept out more and more as his face got closer into your pussy.

His tongue landed on your pussy, where his tongue trailed up your cunt, tasting a mixture of pussy juice and saliva.

He didn't really like the taste of another man's spit, but, this is what Triple H did, not him.

"Suck my nose" Triple H ordered. "The tip of it".

Many people love to make fun of Triple H's big nose, but you love his nose.

Why?

Because you can kiss and suck his nose, cover his entire nose with kisses.

His face dove into your face, where you opened your mouth, his nose entering your mouth.

Once his nose was in your mouth, your mouth circulated his nose and began sucking it.

Shawn, however, was still busy eating out your pussy, his tongue trailing up, down, and all around your vagina.

His tongue crawled up your left pussy flap, only to slide horizontally across your clitoris, then he dragged his tongue down your right pussy flap.

Once his tongue reached the bottom of your pussy flap, his tongue directed towards the middle of your vagina, the space in between your pussy flaps.

His tongue licked in between your pussy flaps up and down, over and over again, like he was licking a Popsicle, like a painter painting up and down a picket fence.

When his tongue was going up the middle of your vagina, sometimes the tip of his tongue hit your clitoris, which is precisely what you wanted.

While you were busy sucking on Triple H's nose, he put his hands on both of your breasts, where his fingers tweaked and twisted your nipples.

One of your hands was running through Triple H's blond, golden locks, whereas the other hand was behind Shawn's head, not just holding his head near your pussy, but also your fingers were combing and running through his brown hair.

"You have such a hot pussy, baby" Shawn purred, his voice hot on your pussy. "Like it when Daddy licks your pussy?"

"Yes, Daddy" you answered, still sucking on Triple H's nose.

"That's a good girl" he replied.

"What about when I play with your nipples?" Triple H asked.

"Yeah" you replied.

Shawn decided to change what he was doing while licking your cunt.

He then directed his tongue up to your clitoris, where his tongue flicked and licked up and down your clitoris much like what he was doing to the middle of your pussy.

His tongue stayed on your clitoris, not going up and down the space in between your pussy flaps, just your clit.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh, Shawn" you moaned, your breath smoldering and heating Triple H's tongue.

"That's a good girl" Shawn purred, his breath hot on your clit and cunt. "That's what I want to hear".

Besides licking your clit, his mouth and lips also wrapped around your clit, where he proceeded to kiss your clit like he did with your lips (on your mouth, of course)...

"Your pussy tastes soooooooo good, baby" Shawn purred, warming your pussy with his hot (as in warm) breath. "Don't cum for me yet".

You were still trying to control the urge to cum.

Though, is it really a bad thing if you cum?

That will make your pussy even slipperier and easy for Shawn and Triple H to slide into.

Speaking of having a slippery pussy, Shawn then wrapped his entire mouth around your vagina, trying to fit your whole cunt in his mouth.

And surprisingly, it worked.

After that scenario, his tongue licked up and down the middle of your cunt over and over again, and not just that, but zigzagged all over your cunt, going basically everywhere like a racecar out of control.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh Shawn!" you moaned while he ate your twat out.

Even though this was a wonderful moment, the 3 of you have had foreplay for far too long.

It's time to get to the intercourse now.

And don't worry, I won't write out the penis/vagina intercourse, but I'll tell you a little epilogue:

After this long foreplay session, you were spitroasted on the bed again by those 2 men, where, yes, they did their crotch chop while saying "suck it!" while they spitroasted you.

#triple h #shawn michaels #dx #d generation x #1997 #90s #fanfiction #wwf

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ladywinchester1967 · 5 years

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All Yours

Title: All Yours

Links: AO3 & WattPad

Square Filled: MOC!Dean

Rating: M for Mature

Tags: MOC!Dean, angst, SMUT. Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are not.

Created for: @spnkinkbingo

He’d been on edge for weeks; his hands would shake, he tossed and turned in his sleep, plagued by nightmares no one could imagine. She did her best to be there for him but he seemed determined to push her away.

“I’m fine.” He insisted for the millionth time as he rolled his eyes.

“No you’re not!” She insisted “The Mark is changing you! You’re not the same Dean and you keep pushing me away!”

His eyes burned into hers as he bit his lip.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” She asked, her heart feeling like it was going to burst in her chest from hurting so much. “You want me to leave.”

He didn’t answer, he didn’t defend himself, he just stared at her. Of course he didn’t want her to leave but what use was he to her? He could lose control and kill her at any second just to sate The Mark and that would be it. The light in his world would be gone. Picturing her dead in his arms, the glow in her eyes and skin gone and all because of him nearly broke him.

“I think it’s best.” He said

She gasped, her hands snapping over her mouth, there it was; the words she never thought she’d hear. In a blur of tears, she hurried to her room and slammed the door. She threw herself on the bed and cried. The love of her life had told her to leave the only home she’d ever really known.

Once she’d cried her eyes out, she started gathering up her belongings and packing them. She was just finishing packing up a drawer when she heard a knock at the door.

“Go away!” She yelled over her shoulder and went back to packing the contents of the drawer into her suitcase. She heard the door open and she angrily turned around, seeing Dean standing in the door way. “I said go away.” She snapped.

“I heard you,” he insisted “loud and clear.”

“So why are you in here then?” She shot back as she closed her suitcase.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he said, his hands knitted together “but I have to protect you.”

“From what?” She asked.

“From me.” He said “If anything where to happen to you because of this fucking mark on my arm-“

She crossed the room and smashed her mouth against his, her arms locking around him. He tried to pull away, but she held on tighter.

“Do you feel that?” She asked as she continued to kiss him, placing her hand over The Mark. The anger that boiled in his chest seemed to ebb away, his murderous thoughts finally quieting. “Cain said Colette was the only thing that kept him from killing. He did it because he made a promise to her and he loved her. Why can’t you let me be here for you like she was for him?”

Dean buried his fingers in her hair, kissing her back.

“Please don’t send me away,” she begged as her tongue traced over his “don’t let me go, please Dean. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he insisted as he pulled back and looked into her eyes “but if anything ever happened to you because of me, I’d never forgive myself. Ever.”

“Let me be here for you.” She told him, her free hand cupping his cheek, she’d ached for his touch and to be able to touch him without him flinching “Please let me do the same thing you do for me.”

He heatedly kissed her, giving into the peace of being with her, something he hadn’t had since he’d gotten the Mark. His mouth sealed over hers as her fingers tangled in the hair on the back of his head. She backed him up to the bed where he pushed her suitcase to the floor, its contents spilling out and scattering around the floor by the bed. He sat down on the bed and she straddled his lap, yanking his shirt off and tossing it aside. She pulled her own shirt off as his hands roamed over her bare skin, leaving a trail of warmth behind. She held his face in her hands and kissed him.

“I love you,” She moaned against his mouth “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He said as she kissed him breathless. She unhooked her bra and threw it aside as he ran his hands up her bare back, his fingers digging into her flesh. She started grinding her hips into his thigh, the delicious friction between their jeans sending her up high. “There you go sweetheart,” he murmured as he watched her “keep going.”

“You keep watching this,” she told him “because this is how I’m gonna fuck your cock.”

He let out a low growl and kissed her again as she adjusted her position, the seam in her jeans lining up with her clit, the pressure making her moan.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, god!” She cried “Oh fuck!”

“That’s it,” he sighed, licking his lips “Ride my thigh sweetheart.”

She suddenly stopped and undid his belt while she kissed him. She unzipped his pants and yanked them down around his ankles. He kicked them off as she stood and took off her own jeans, leaving her in just her panties and him in his underwear. She stood between his bowed legs and took his hand, pressing his palm flat against her belly as she held his wrist. She guided his hand up and to her breasts, her collar bone and neck, finally resting it above her heart, which he felt hammering.

“You feel that?” She asked and he nodded “You're the only one who makes my heart race,” she moved his hand lower, back to her belly “you’re the only one who gives me butterflies,” she moved his hand even lower so he could cup her sex “I’ve never been so wet for a guy in my life.” She pulled her panties to the side and he slid two fingers through her folds.

“Ohhhh fuck,” he moaned as he felt how wet she was “sweetheart, all this for me?”

She pulled her panties down and off, throwing them to the side, she ran her hands all over her body.

“ALL of this is yours,” she told him “my body, my heart, my soul, it’s all yours Dean. Always has been, always will be.”

He easily slid two fingers inside her as she moaned, bracing herself on his shoulders. He watched as she threw her head back and her skin turned the most delicious shade of pink as her arousal grew.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he watched her bite her lip “that’s it sweetheart.” he murmured as he captured her nipple in his mouth, sucking on the pink bud until it hardened and he lapped his tongue over it. She moaned loudly and he switched to the other nipple, doing the same thing. He took his fingers out of her and she whined at the loss. “Come and ride me sweetheart.” He said and tugged his underwear off.

She straddled his lap, flicking the swollen head of his cock through her folds until she took him inside her. She deliciously stretched and moaned as he filled her to the brim. Once he was fully inside her, she pushed him on to his back, her fingers lacing through his as she pinned them by his head and began to move on top of him. He squeezed her hands as they kissed over and over. The room filled with their moans, grunts and declarations of love as he sat up, taking the reins.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck!” He moaned as he moved her hips faster, her arms wrapping around his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Dean, oh Deeeean!” she whined into his mouth, the pressure in her lower belly reaching its breaking point. She moaned as she came apart around him, soaking his lap.

“That’s it,” he moaned “just like that sweetheart.” He snaked his hand between their bodies and found her clit, working it in short, hard circles as she came down from her first orgasm. She moaned louder as he worked her up again, her walls clamping down on him as he struggled to hold out.

“Come for me Dean,” she moaned as she kissed him “fuck me hard and come deep inside me.”

“Fuck sweetheart!” He exclaimed, her words going straight to his cock where he began to thrust harder into her. She leaned back as he captured her nipple in his mouth again. Their cries and thrusts began to falter as they both broke, crying each other’s names as they finished.

After getting cleaned up, they lay in bed, cuddling.

“Don’t leave,” he pleaded as he kissed her “please.”

“I won’t,” she told him “not now, not ever.”

He ran a feather light touch down her body, admiring her afterglow.

“What’re you thinking?” She asked him as her fingertips traced his collarbone.

“I’m sorry,” he told her “for even saying I wanted you to leave. You’re so amazing and devoted to me, I love you so much and I nearly let you get away.”

She bit her lip and kissed his cheek.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She told him “Not now and not ever.”

“Good, because I don’t want you to.” He told her and they kissed.

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years

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You Perv! P2

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: 10000000000% SMUT!

We headed inside and went to class pretty boring y/n sits either behind me or at the same desk as me so it's not easy to sneak peaks without her or someone else noticing even if when we share a desk I do tend to knock her knee with mine a little I just like feeling her against me even just our knees till I had a class without y/n so I sighed sitting up the back away from everyone I couldn't help but think about what I saw when she tripped If I had the guts I would have pulled those panties down and fucked her right there but I know she would get angry at me in my bored state I thought back to last night...

I forced that all out of my mind, even if I felt my cock throb and beg to be touched I sighed sitting up a little lightly moving my hips to grind on the desk a little, ummm last night... I threw out my head watching this teacher explain so I sighed-

"Something wrong with the way I teach my class Mr Sangster?" I heard I looked up and saw y/n stood at the board in a tight white shirt almost breaking open given her big boobs and a black pencil skirt hugging her perfect curves she had a ruler and tapped on her hand every second I kept her waiting.

"Uhh no miss just daydreaming" I answer

"You stay after class Thomas," she says

"Alright" I smirk the bell instantly went and the classroom emptied she smirked calling me to her so I got up and stood beside her "yes miss Y/n," I ask

"Over" she says forcing me to bend over the desk at first I learnt on my arms but she pushed me so I had my face in the desk "as you don't seem to want to learn in my class maybe we should start at the basics again" she whispered running the ruler down my back I smirked a little kinda excited "one plus one is?" She asks before slapping my arse with the ruler

"Umm," I groan in shock and pleasure she did it again harder this time "uhhh!" I moan

"One plus one is?" She repeated standing to the side and spanking me with the ruler

"Uhh! Two!" I moan

"Good, two plus two?" She asks spanking me harder

"UUHHH! Four!" I yell enjoyed her spanking me so much

"Good, now count," she says

"What?" I ask

"Count! Every time" she says

"Up to what?" I ask

"Till I stop darling" she smirked spanking me

"Uhh, one!" I groan and she spanked me again "two!" I yell and again 'three...four!! Uhh, five!" I screamed in pleasure counting up each of her spanks my arse getting sore as we got higher "uhh! Thirteen!....ummm uhhh fourteen!" I moan "Please y/n" I groan

"Humm, does he want me to stop?" She asks

"Yes please miss," I beg

"Hummm maybe I should make you count to a hundred" she smirked pulling me up by my hair

"Noo please y/n" I beg

"Fine" she smirked flipping me over to face her I smirked grabbing her and kissing her soft lips she kissed back forcing me close to her I went for her tits but she slapped my hands and pulled my shirt off I went along with her happily letting her strip me down to just my jeans while she looked at me I grabbed her skirt and broke every button exposing her lacy underwear he forced me on the desk on my back and undid my jeans "hummm no underwear?" She asks

"No, I never do. Just in case my baby girl wants to play with him" I smirk

"Humm good boy" she smirked pushing me flat on the desk and getting on top of me -

The ringing of the bell woke me from my fantasy so I sighed leaving and meeting up with y/n we went back to the train I even got a couple more rounds of catch and cuddle we sighed being the only people on the bus this late at night I couldn't help watching her sat there with her headphones in almost ignoring the world ...

I moved seats to be behind her slipping my hand around the seat to grab her breast through her shirt

"Thomas get off," she says

"No... Come on baby girl don't you like me touching your pretty tittes?" I ask her

"Thomas just bugger off" she says but I grabbed the other side with my other hand and kissing down her neck

"Undo your bra" I whispered

"Why do-" she began but I shut her up but starting to rub where her nipples were poking through her shirt

"Undo your bra baby, now" I growl in her ear she blushes and clamps her thighs together but doesn't move so I slipped my and up the back of her shirt undoing the four little clasps I watched her each one made her tits bounce as it was undone till it was completely lose "off and put it in your bag" I tell her and she blushed slipping it off from under her shirt putting it in her bag "now I don't want to see that thing again? Do you understand me? I don't want to see you with a bra on again unless it's something thin and lacy for me to rip off" I tell her and she nods "hummm good girl" I smirk groping her breasts through her shirt squeezing them and playing with them "ummm what's this I feel? Could that be the hard nipple of my little slut?" I ask rubbing her nipples lightly twisting them making her rub her legs together to get a little friction "awww, is my slut horny? Does she want her master to push her over and fuck her raw?" I ask and she nods "well you wish is my command sugar" I smirk -

"Thomas! Come on its out stop!" Y/n yells dragging me off the bus with her as it was outside our houses

"dinner?" She asks as we walked up the path

"Uhh sure, your place?" I suggest and she nods letting me in we rushed up to her room and I instantly sat in her bed

"You get comfy I'll get dinner started" she smiles going downstairs as soon as she was gone I got up opening her draw and having a rummage I found one... Of her bras ohh my god I think it's bigger then my head it was all purple lace but a couple little flowers embroidered to cover her nipples I hid it back in her draw having a rummage for something else I found a pair of her panties they must have been a set as they matched the bra purple lace with some flowers to hide more sensitive bits if her the panties, however, peaked my interest a little more as the back was just a sting and there was a little round hole for her clit ohhh god I would give my soul to see her in these I hid them away again looking though her other draw hoping to find more goodies but I found something... Little and cold, it felt like plastic?

Ohhh

I took it out a little silver bullet with a button on the bottom I pressed it out of curiosity and it began to vrrrrrrr in my hand so I quickly turned it off the bottom was well worn and the plastic where the silver bad clearly been shinny was slightly matted ummm she must have been using it lately and not cleaned it yet I wanted to steal it just to have in my draw y/n's little vibrator, but she'll get mad when she wants it next so I put it back where I found it.

I spotted her basket of washing and... I couldn't not do it I snuck over finding a pair of panties waiting to be washed they where dark blue with little light blue flowers... Ummm they must be fresh they smelt like her so I hid them in my bag hoping to return my other ones so she could wash them wear them then I could steal them again it's a good pattern I've done for a while know she hasn't notice yet so... I laid in her bed a little while just nuzzling into her pillows and blankets I could feel my erection throbbing and acheing laying in her bed I know I want to but I don't have time she'll find me ummm but it is so soft and snuggly in here maybe just a just a little one

I tucked her duvet and blankets around me nuzzling into her pillow it was like her cuddling every inch of me I quietly undid my zipper and kept an eye on the door as I slipped my hand in grabbing my head and slowly rubbing and gently pumping I bit bottom lip hard stopping all but little grunts from escaping my mouth ohh god! I'm so close! I've been waiting since this morning for my orgasum! But I can't not here! in her bed! She'll kill me if she finds out that I-

Ohhhhhhhhh my god! Please uhh no I can't stop myself now my hands working in there own to make me cum so desperate so needy ohhh y/n my angel! Rolling my head back in her pillow trying my best not to buck my hips onto her duvet to much

No no I can't, I can't cum in her bed she'll kill me she'd me mad I got a bonner in her bed let alone getting a bonner, getting half naked and jerking myself to completion in her bed.

Ohh but who cares I need it! I grabbed my bag grabbing a condom from my wallet slipping it on just so I don't make any mess in her bed getting faster and harder and ...

Uhhhhhh uuuuhhhh yes yes yes! Y/n! My princess! My darling! my angel!

I sighed happily I got my first orgasm of the day given I've been horny since this morning I kept lightly groaning in my pleasant post orgasm mood as y/n popped her head around the door

"Dinners ready" she smiles

"Ohh great" I blush

"Something up? What are you doing snuggling in my bed anyway?" She asks

"Your beds comfy" I shrug

"Whatever, come on before it gets cold," she says leaving going back downstairs so I got up hopping over to her bathroom to slip the condom off wow! That's a lot even for me humm I must have really needed that and flushing it down the toilet so she won't find it I smirked a little looking at my cock just having cum and it's still as hard as before

Maybe y/n is on to something with my overactive libido? but I sorted out and went down having dinner with her "see you in the morning then Thomas" she smiles at her door

"Yeah in the morning, maybe I'll be the one waking you up tomorrow?" I suggest

"Not likely go on get to bed else you'll never get up in the morning" she laughs so I bidded her goodnight and went to my house instantly locking up and going to my room I hid the panties I stole in my draw with the other pair and going to run a bath as soon as it was full I stripped and climbed in relaxing in the warm water I looked down and noticed my cock stood pokeing out the water a little humm well I've already tonight but... Who's counting,

I sat up a bit opening my little cupboard in here and getting a little toy I like my hand aways hurts if I try in the bath as water is a terrible lubricant and being in water I can't use my on my hand so I moved my hips up slipping inside I wanted to scream sitting my head on the bath...

"Humm well that's no way to get clean Thomas" y/n smirked leaning in my bathroom door in just her little silk dressing gown I knew she was naked under it her curves so perfect

"Well... What choice do I have when my baby girl won't touch me" I complain she smirked turning off the light leaving just couple candles to light the room walking in and dropping the gown I tried to examine every part of her naked body but she sat on top of me kissing down my neck and chest "uhhh darling" I groan my cock begging for more

"You did need a bath Thomas" she smirked

"I did?" I smirk and she nods I licked my lip looking at her naked body sat over me grinding on her pussy eBay I could holding her tight "I did" I smirk " I was very dirty" I smirk making her giggle "I was a very dirty boy" I groan as she sat up letting me slip inside her I grabbed her waist close to my orgasm already I smacked her arse as she slowly and gently moved her hips to ride me uhh it felt like heaven to be her little plaything at her mercy

"How dirty were you?" She asks between her gentle kisses

"So so dirty darling" I groan

"Hummm your my little whore now aren't you Thomas?" She asks speeding up

"Uhh! Ummm uhhh! Yes! I am princess, I'm your whore just let me cum" I beg my legs starting to kick and move in the water where I was so close so fast -

"UHHHH UHHH UHHHHHHH! YES YES! Y/N!" I scream cumming inside my little toy hummm I am a little slut sometimes a slut to my own cock when it wants it I do it even if it hurts or if I don't deserve the pleasure I sighed finishing up my bath and getting tucked up in bed I sat for a while in the dark trying to sleep but...

Umm it throbbed begging for attention no no more tonight maybe I'll do it in the morning when I wake up but it just pulsed making me groan I got my magazine from under my bed starting to flick between pages looking for something hot and sexy to look at but I couldn't find any I wanted I need to get rid of these get some new ones there all getting old now, so I got my phone and went online looking through videos and gifs of sexy things till I found one of a girl her figure a lot like y/n touching herself over her panties it was just a gif but it was made so well it was like she never stopped gently playing with herself... Hummm that will work I opened the draw with my other hand as I watched grabbing her panties, oh these are the old ones so I set them in my bed I might need them later I grabbed the other pair the fresh blue ones rubbing my hands around them ummm they feel good even a little warm and wet but that might have been just me having just got out the bath but I can imagine it isn't as I watched...

"Three" I tell her leaning in her bed frame

"I can't thomas" she begs

"You do as your told my little girl else I won't let you have one" I tell her

"But Thomas..." She begged

"No buts or do I have to do it?" I ask and she shakes her head as she laid in her bed in just her little panties

"Can I have my toy?" She asks innocently

"Not yet my angel, hand first over your panties," I tell her and she blushed moving her hand down to rub her clit through her panties even if they where thin it began gentle and Timid as she blushed "why so shy? You do this every day?" I ask

"Not with you watching me" she blushed

"I just want to see how my babygirl pleasures herself when I'm not here, how she lays and begs for my cock" I smirk "now show me" I smirk "or I give you three orgasums non stop" I warn rubbing her clit myself making her scream she pushed my hands away before she lost her mind using one hand to push her pussy lips apart the other to rub in her clit all of this still over her little panties I watched as she touched the little wet patch building the more she touched she kept trying to shut her legs but i force them open sitting on her bed to look at her closer and keep her still "okay you can touch under now" I tell her and her hand insantly went under her panties and her groans and moans for louder she was clearly close so I ripped her panties to sheds watching her touch herself so fast and hard she was so desperate I smirked watching her cum her legs clamping shut her clit quivering in pleasure her screams lusty and loud she even squirted a little onto the bed sheets she calmed down getting her breath looking very happy "good girl" I smirk "now...toy" I tell her grabbing her vibrator and turning it on

"Can't I have-" she began but I pressed it to her clit making her scream she snatched it from my hand her hormones taking over rubbing the tip on her little clit I chuckled watching her pleasure herself again just after cumming it was so hot her hands grabbed at anything she could desperate for her second orgasm I could tell from her moans that she was close already so I turned her vibrator up a little making her squeal my name at the top of her voice melting into her vibrators plastic grip squirting a little more into her bed she turned off her vibe and looked exhausted

"Happy girl?" I ask and she nods "you all pleasured out?" I ask and she nods "well that is cute darling but... I think you would remember, I said three" I tell her

"Thomas I can't" she begs her breath hitching and her breasts bounce with each unsteady breath

"Yes you can, you just normally stop at two well I want to see what happens when you have three, I know you're tired but come on for me" I smirk

"Thomas I can't" she whines

"Well alright, my darling" I smile giving her lips a kiss "but" I smirk pushing her vibe inside her and turning it in as high as it would go "tell me you don't want to cum?" I smirk kissing her neck my other hand rubbing her clit hard she screams whining and groaning desperately "so three?" I ask and she nods "humm good girl" I smirk letting her fuck herself with her vibe and touch her own clit she kept screaming arching her back off her bed and within a couple of little seconds she squealed and threw her head back in pleasure squirting onto her bed and vibe still fucking herself with it as she came and she stopped everything looking exhausted "perfect my angel" I smirked...

Uhh uhh uhhhhh ummmm

I smirked leaning back atlast ready to sleep I yawned a little and tucked myself up for the night.

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tayioart · 6 years

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The Stan In Time Shenanigans: Part 5

STAN WHY WON'T YOU SLOW DOWN I'M RUNNING WITH YOU TOO! Let's hope he catches Young ford! And quickly too:

YFord: *runs around the corner*

Stan: WAIT KID *runs after him*

YFord: *keeps running with tears running down his eyes* leave me alone!

Stan: If you just slow down! I can explain-

YFord: *runs really hard with eyes closed* NOTHING YOU COULD SAY WILL CHANGE MY MIND! I'M GONNA- *boinnng, and then darkness*

*everything slowly comes into focus, while a blurred voice from above yells*

Blurred voice:...heck...I don't....trying! just....I'm sure he....talk it....oh!

*the voice slowly becomes clear, along with YFord's view*

Stan: Oh kid! I t-thought you were a goner!

YFord: *sits up* what...happened?

Stan: well as I chased you, you ran into one of those support bars for one of the stalls. Luckily I know first aid!

Guy next to stan: umm, I was the one who told you about it all-

Stan: *shoves him* yeah yeah, well I saved you! You should be grateful...ish! Sure, you have a black eye, but it's from experience! Least we have something I common, right? *points to his cheek bandage*

Yford: *tries to run but he falls over immediately* owwee! How come I can't run?

Stan: apart from the fact you get a D- in sports, you also banged your leg across the support bar, too. It's kinda banged up, might as well rest it for a bit. Want me to...? *guestures arms outwards like he wants to carry him*

YFord: *rolls eyes* fine. But this doesn't mean I forgive you!

Stan: *said as he gently picks YFord up* don't worry, we have plenty of time to talk. You thought I would immediately take you back to the boat? When you're like this? Let's talk, then we go back. *picks up journal 3 and puts it in pocket quickly too* now c'mon, let's have a look at those prices...*walks with a tiny sixer in his arms*

YFord: y-you gonna get mad at me for running off?

Stan: why would I do that? You were stressed, a little hurt, confused kinda: the best thing to do when that happens is to just leg it.

YFord: I-I just don't understand why you would do it! I had so much to learn! So much to do! I-I was gonna do so much for so many people!

Stan: *thinks a bit* wait, where exactly did you end up on the reading? Hold on- *puts him on a bench then sits next to him* now tell me.

YFord: w-well I read up to here! *shows him the page where ford says stan stopped him from defeating bill* it says you stopped me from saving the multiverse!

Stan: *looks shocked* umm, that's the, uh, first time I've learned about this..heh...

YFord: oh! So we're both on the same page?

Stan: well im not that good ad book puns, but that means I'm just browsing back to this page. I was way ahead of you until now!

YFord: so, um.......

....what did actually happen next?

Stan: Ha! Well you came home! I was so happy to see you! Like really: it was 30 YEARS I was waiting for ya! I felt like I was about to cry like a baby! But....

YFord: hmm?

Stan: you-uh...you didn't take it that well. You just kept on saying how it was risky, and that you hated "what I did". That was a bullet to the chest right there... *YFord leans closer* and no not an actual bullet hole. *YFord leans back again* I just wish I could have helped you...and wouldn't ya know it, I managed to do exactly that!

YFord: h-how?

Stan: well that dorito guy made a crack in reality, and when the crack burst open the whole town was in danger! We made it to his castle where the two of us switched clothes to trick him by, eh....erasing my memory with him in it...

YFord: *eyes widen* oh..well did you-

Stan: *guestures to let it go* eh I'm fine now. A bit of scrapbooking from my great neice and nephew did the trick. Ya know, the two kids from the photo?

YFord: ohhhhhhhhh! So that's who they were!

Stan: yep! Mabel and dipper pines! Mabel was the fun one, who stickered her own face and owned a pet pig. And dipper was the nerdy one! He has a birthmark on his forehead and he's really smart! Like you!

YFord: wow...I wonder what they're like...

Stan: yeah... just- look here *flicks journal to the memories page. The one with all the funny pictures of the family doing stuff* this is what WE did! We have a family, a boat, beautiful looks...

YFord: *snorts a little* Well I can't deny what's true! *shrugs shoulders with a smile*

*they both share a laugh*

YFord: you know, maybe you did do something beautiful...

Stan: yeah..other than women! *laughs again* ahh....anywhose, ready to apologise to your bro?

YFord: yeah...I think so...thanks for the talk... *smiles warmly*

Stan: ya see? Stanley pines! Ace-broship fixer! Hahaha- *coughs a bit* haha...*coughs*

YFord: you ok? You're coughing loaads!

Stan: *cough* yeah yeah! It's ok kiddo...*coughs, then looks at hand* ...whoa...

YFord: w-what is it?

Stan: *opens hand to reveal quite a bit purple-blue glowy liquid, with bits of red* I ain't eaten anything like this...

YFord: you know, I think my leg is better-

Stan: *gets up and runs screaming* BACK TO THE BOAT NOW! BACK TO THE BOAT NOW!

YFord: *gets up and runs* hope, he's, ok-ay, STOP, RUNNING, SO, FAST, DUDE! *they run into the distance*

Oh dam. What have hey done... excuse me:

WHAT THE HELL DID STAN COUGH UP? HOW DID FORD DO WITH YOUNG STAN? HAS HE FINALLY LASERED THAT ANNOYING SEAGULL? TUNE IN NEXT TIME ON...

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slowlyandrogynousmiracle · 6 years

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Chapter Four

They were surrounded. Her breathe caressed his face in a soft plea he was only to randy in his warrior brilliance to oblige. He swung his sword like a beast-

“Lee?”

Destroying any foe that came their way. And with the blood of their enemies destroyed, he pulled his beautiful bride into his trembling arms-

“Sizemore!”

And she thrust her tongue inside his-

Lee yelped in pain as his ear was twisted viciously. “Fucking hell!” he screamed as he jumped to his feet, careening into a chair and then a table before his blurred vision focused on a none too thrilled Maeve.

The last remnants of his blurry state evaporated as he regained composure. “I’m awake,” he simply replied.

“Well, it’s about bloody time,” she hissed. Looking around, she recaptured her aloof mask.

“Be ready within the hour, where we will make those vile pigs feel the might of our steel!” With that proclamation to the busying room, Maeve hustled Lee into a bedroom occupied with a girl performing oral sex on a guest.

“Oh geez!” Lee exclaimed as he turned from the scene. Maeve, all authority simply yanked the girl’s hair and tossed her towards the door.

The guest; hulky, bald and muscled glared. “Where the fuck do you think you get off disturbing my experience bitch!”

Unthreatened, Maeve sat on the bed, crossed her legs, and cooed. “My apologies, darling. But as you know, I cannot lead this army into battle without the seed offering to the Gods.”

Lee watched the interaction; unease trickling down his spine. Lust twisted the man’s meaty features and he reached for Maeve’s thigh and pinched.

Hurrying forward, Lee placed his hands out. “Hey asshole, I think the woman has already chosen her man.”

The man stood, over six feet tall and grinned challengingly. Lee cowered away. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll be needing your permission.”

Maeve produced a sharp dagger and positioned it at the man’s throat. “But you will need mine, sweetheart. One scream from me and every man, woman, and child will be through that door to beat you bloody senseless before imprisoning you in a cage and leaving you to rot in the ground for the rats and the cannibals about these parts!

Or…” she purred, releasing the severity in her mien and lowering the blade. “You can find Violet and have her finish what she started. And when I see you in battle today I can judge the ferocity of your worth myself. For what is a prize if you have not earned it.”

The man, clearly torn, pondered the moment until an rupture of feminine laughter decided him. Still displeased, he tore open the door and slammed it shut.

Shaken but resilient, Maeve sheathed her weapon.

Lee could only gape. “Would they really imprison him in a cage?”

Maeve shrugged. “It’s your story, you tell me?”

“Hell, if I know! I’ve been half sober these past bloody months. I mean, I’ve only vaguely recalled the storyline of the mythical knockoff Boudican queen that chooses her lovers based on bloodlust…”

Sitting back down on the bed, Maeve eyed him. “ Is that what it is? I assumed it was based on prowess.”

Lee made a face and joined her.

Maeve inwardly laughed at his ridiculous appearance. His chest was marred with red streaks from the days trekking through the forest. Impression lines from the tabletop he’d drunkenly passed out on were engraved in his face. His blue eyes, red rimmed searched hers in concern.

“I didn’t realize…” he sighed.

How many times could he say he was sorry.

“Never mind. The upcoming battle is good news at least. This is the first opportunity we’ve had to finally sneak away. I’ve counted six guests in this band of thirty, which, is far less than expected considering the massive size of this thing. They even managed to get the catapult….”

Maeve, only half paying attention since he’d already articulated the plan nights pasts, pushed him back onto the mattress and proceeded to climb atop of him.

Lee stuttered to a stop.” Wwwwhhhat are you doing?”

Maeve let out a guttural moan before leaning down chest to chest and whispered into his ear. “I’m taking your seed into my womb.” She let out another groan and began rocking to and fro.

“If they don’t hear us fucking they’ll think you haven’t satisfied me properly which I’m led to believe is a very bad omen. I wonder who writes this dribble?”

Lee’s clothed erection thrust against her belly. Closing his eyes, he pretended she couldn’t make out his condition.

“Thiissss is not in the least bit amusing,” he hissed. “We need to be prepared to…”

“Ohhhhhhhhh”

“T-toooo go to the village of Merrydom…”

“Yassssss, oooooohhhh, yesssss….”

“And convince Hanayro and Armistice to hunt down bounty Hector that will backdoor us into Rome and away from your currrrreeennnt….”

Amused, Maeve once more whispered into his ear. “Yes, yes, I know. Lose the savage, become civilized. Now play your part.”

Lee shook his head, arousal playing havoc with his ability to think. He willed his hands from cupping her breasts so near his face his mouth watered to taste them. “This is just bloody cruel.”

She stopped rocking and grabbed his jaw. He immediately opened his eyes. “It’s cruel to make the outcome of a battle based on whether or not your priestess lieader had a good fuck or not. As if the vagina is a curse or a blessing.”

“Can we stop talking about your vagina while it’s so very close to my cock!”

“Scream.”

“What?!”

“It usually ends when the man screams, darling”

At that, Lee made an exaggerated sound of an orgasm eliciting a muted chuckle from Maeve.

Promptly, she crawled off his lap and lay down on the bed beside him.

Lee could not still his panting in the silence after. Sweat formed at his brow and he counted backwards to relieve the notion of grabbing his prick and finishing himself off.

And yet, he yearned to curl around her more in this moment than any other.

Maeve, her hair spread on the bedcover, hands listlessly at her sides, began unlocking certain realizations she’d not considered too closely before. “You want me.”

“I-I-I”

“Your cock says you want me.”

“It’s a cock, it does all its own thinking.”

Turning on her side, Maeve watched him. “Is that why you died for me?”

Lee stared above, uncomfortable with the turn of questioning. He swallowed. “It was just…stupid.”

“You said there was always attraction, but we’d never actually have a go at a relationship.”

“Yeah, I do recall, but that was about you and Hector.”

Silence.

Lee, managing his courage, turned to peek at Maeve. She was smiling ever so slightly, her soft brows bent in contemplation. He melted. “I couldn’t watch you die. What they did to you before…. I-I just couldn’t, you know?”

Maeve reached for his hand and squeezed. “We all must choose our own fate; I am…happy yours led back to mine.”

Lee savored the closeness that was all too brief for within five heartbeats Maeve moved away, sliding effortlessly back into the role of Sovereign and commander. “So, do try not to die before we make our escape, dear.”

In dramatic pose, she grabbed her sword and strapped it onto her back. “For today is the day we massacre those heathen scum, pull their innards from their bodies and- “

“ Shove them down the throats of their comrades, yeah, yeah, yeah…just….give me a moment to come to peace with my severe blue balls, would you?”

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Ohhhhhhhhh boy, things are about to get complicated. Just as a quick explanation for the inspiration of these characters. In Greek Myth it is believed that humans once had two heads, 4 arms, and 4 legs. The jealous gods then separated these beings into the humans we know of today. They’d be filled with this empty feeling until they found their other half in the form of a lover. Now that you understand that, let me introduce you to Finsk and Wiley!

Finsk and Wiley are both the Pisces-Pig however unlike the Gemini-rats they are not related at all. They are two halves of the same being, born into separate forms from across the planet. Finsk is from Australia, and Wiley is from Italy. They didn’t even know of the others existence until much later in their adult lives. being men of the military they both served their countries faithfully and diligently. Finsk saw combat just 5 years ago during the war for Newer Zealand, as a result he has become much more closed off and reserved from people. Wiley met Finsk during a tour as while he was staying in Brisbane, they had an altercation at the grocery store over a loaf of french bread. Fists flew, police were called, bail was made, Wiley told Finsk to call him in he was interested in a second date. 4 days later they saw a movie together and have been dating for 3 years. These two were drawn together by fate unbeknownst to them, and have been nearly inseparable since. Even after Wiley’s tour was over and he returned to Italy, they made constant efforts to see one another as much as they could.

Finsk is 6′2″ and 24 years old. As previously stated he in an Australian military man and is at the rank of Lieutenant. Finsk is not very social in a casual setting though he can get straight to business whenever he’s on base. In a way it’s his comfort zone. He doesn’t feel much of any frustration on woe with his job, he’s by the numbers in every way without causing and disturbances to the work flow. He just waits for the clock to run out on each shift so he video call Wiley. It’s always the best part of his day.

Wiley is 6′4″ and is 25 years old. While also being a man of military his rank differs as he is a Colonel. Wiley however has really been waning over the last few months and been thinking about discharging to move in with Finsk. They’ve had the discussion before but Finsk is unsure about it. Plus even after the 3 years of being together Wiley has actually never been inside Finsk’s home. So he’s hoping perhaps he might be able to eagerly jump start their relationship a bit as it’s gotten quite serious. Wiley’s been holding onto a ring for over a year and was waiting until they could move in together to purpose. The distance has been hard, but he is the glue of the relationship and it’s never felt like they were going to fall apart. They’re two sides of the same person after all.

Finsk and Wiley both have Topaz birthstones embedded within them, however Finsk has the Yellow Topaz giving him the power to control Air, and Wiley has the Blue Topaz which allows him to control Metal. Once again i must reiterate how they’re powers are actually very differing from one another in comparison to the Gemini-Rats Amy and May. May is forced to use her powers in conjunction with Amy’s, while Finsk and Wiley can use these abilities completely independent from one another. Though I guess you could say one lifts the other up and another protects the other with how tough he is.

Finsk and Wiley were drawn by @niwindustries

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Used to This - Part III

Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

Characters: Dean, Reader, some Sassy!Sam

Word Count: 1,805

Warnings: Snuggles, hunting violence, mild language, a cliffhanger

A/N: I’m feeling 5 parts for this one, loves. I hope you guys like Part 3!

Beta’d by: @wheresthekillswitch - “Keep it up and I'll smack you with my wet noodle arm, spoiler alert, it's al dente.”

Also beta’d by: @hannahindie - “Ohhhhhhhhh man. I need more. MORE I TELL YOU.”

Read: (Part 1) (Part 2)

The sound of whispering Winchesters tickled my ears and dragged my brain to a half awake state.

“Dude, what the hell?”

“What?”

“Y/N is in your bed.”

“Thanks for the info, Sam, I hadn’t noticed.”

“Dean-”

“Look man, she was cold. That’s it. We’re both fully clothed under here.”

A sigh from Sam, then, “Was it really necessary for her to lay on top of you?”

“It’s a small bed.”

“Right, I’m sure that’s why you two are practically fused together.”

“Way to make it weird, Sam,” I mumbled, finally bringing myself to join the conversation.

Dean released his arms around me as I shifted my weight to sit up, stretching over his body for a minute, my toes digging into the mattress and my hands propping me up on either side of his head. Dean’s hair was plastered flat on one side and sticking up in random tuffs on the other. He looked up at me with a grin, and I winked at him.

I settled my knees on the mattress, still trapped between Dean’s legs, and rocked my weight back so I could rest on my haunches, stretching my fingers up towards the ceiling as I stretched out my body. Then I climbed over Dean and perched on the edge of the bed, my feet shifting back and forth in the shag carpet and my eyes finally finding Sam’s wary ones.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Nothing happened. If you’d been awake I would have let you both fight it out for who got to have me as a snuggle buddy.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “I am very cute and cuddly, after all. Highly sought after traits.”

Dean snorted. “Ok, Frostbite.”

I smacked his leg and turned back to Sam. “I was just shamelessly using Dean for body heat. Promise.”

Sam finally looked away. “If you say so. I’m going to change and go for a quick run.” He stood and made his way towards the bathroom, shaking his head as he went. The door closed behind him, and I looked over my shoulder at Dean with a small scowl.

“What?” he asked, protesting the look on my face with an edge in his tone.

“You kept me on top of you all night? No alarm to wake up before Sam?” My hands found my way to my temples and slowly started to rub deep circles. “We were a human sandwich, Dean.”

Dean sat up all the way and swung his legs off the side of the bed, his knee barely brushing mine. “Ok, first off, a thank you for putting up with your ice cubes for feet would be nice. And B, I honestly don’t care that Sam saw us.” He put an arm behind his back, pulling on the elbow with the other hand to stretch out his shoulder. “But if it really bothers you that much, I’ll just keep my warm ass to myself next time.”

I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to tell him off when Sam emerged from the bathroom. I looked from Sam, to the clock, and then back to him, my nose scrunching slightly. “Sheesh, Sam. It’s not even six yet. Do you ever slow down?”

He grinned at me as he stuck his headphones in his ears. “You should really start running with me, Y/N. I’ve tried to get Dean to go.”

“Ew, no,” I said just as Dean adamantly stated, “Never in a million years.”

Sam shrugged. “Whatever. I’ll be back in less than an hour and we can get back on the case. I’ve got a few ideas from what we researched yesterday.” And then he was out the door.

I looked at Dean. “Back to bed?”

He flopped backwards onto the bed with a groan. “Hell yes.”

My eyes flashed from the tiny bit of skin on Dean’s stomach where his shirt had ridden up over to Sam’s now empty bed.

What would not influenced by Dean snuggles Y/N do in this situation?

My feet answered for me as I slowly rose and practically stumbled the few steps over to Sam’s bed before throwing myself down on the covers. I burrowed beneath the blankets and pulled them close to trap the remnants of Sam’s body heat that was still clinging to the fabric. I turned my back to Dean and closed my eyes, heat slowly building in the blanket nest I’d created.

I immediately missed warm arms.

And try as I might, I didn’t fall asleep.

And judging by the sound of Dean’s tossing and turning every few minutes, he didn’t either.

My back hit the wall hard and I slumped to the floor, spitting blood from my mouth and quickly reclaiming my knife that I’d dropped. Dean and Sam were in the adjoining room of the ancient house we’d found the Vetalas holed up in, and from the crashes and loud thumps it didn’t sound like their fight was going too hot either.

The creature in front of me hissed, and I groaned as I clutched the knife with my left hand. She’d managed to spit some venom on my right arm, and it currently hung useless at my side. Thanks be to Dean for insisting that I trained until I was proficient with both hands, or I would have been a paralyzed mess on the ground long ago. A sharp pain in my side reminded me that I could still end up that way if I didn’t end this soon.

“So are we just gonna stare at each other all night, or are we going to do this?” I asked, rising to a low crouch and twirling my knife in my hand to re-adjust my grip.

“I’m going to slowly suck you dry, bitch,” she hissed at me.

My eyebrows went up. “Geez, at least take a girl to dinner first.”

She charged me, faster than I anticipated, and I barely ducked beneath her swinging fist. I lunged, shoulder first, driving all of my body weight into her lower half and not stopping until I felt her topple beneath me and hit the ground with a loud thump. I swung my knife upward and forward, my wrist turning the handle as I made contact with flesh. But rather than find myself in a pile of ash, a foot connected with my abdomen, the force sending me sliding harshly along the splintered wooden floorboards and into the legs of a dilapidated table that cracked upon impact.

I groaned as I watched the Vetala stand up and dust herself off. She grabbed the handle of my knife and slowly pulled it from her chest with a wry laugh. “You missed! What kind of a hunter misses the heart?”

I smiled through bloodstained teeth. “The kind who has backup to help her sorry ass.”

She didn’t even have a chance to turn around. Dean drove his knife through her back, the long blade easily hitting its mark. With a sharp twist the Vetala’s once pale skin turned a deathly shade of gray before her flesh crumpled into a pile of dust and useless clothes.

I coughed and waved my hand in front of my face as I sat up. “Is secondhand monster smoke a thing?”

“I think what you meant to say was, ‘thank you’,” Dean replied, wiping the blade on his jeans before returning it to his belt loop.

I scowled at him. “I had it covered.”

“Sure, of course you did,” Dean said, walking through the ash to kneel down beside me, “because a noodle for an arm and a possible concussion are great proof of that.”

He tilted my chin up with his finger and turned my head to the side to get a better look at the gash on my temple. The simple point of contact sent heat flushing to my cheeks, and I cursed myself for being so weak. Satisfied that the cut wasn’t too deep, Dean dropped my chin and held up his hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Three, you ass, now help me up,” I retorted, brushing him off in annoyance. Dean winked at me and stood, knees cracking as he rose. He extending a hand down to grasp my left one and hauled me to my feet. The quick change in elevation made my head spin, and I swayed a bit, clutching onto his jacket to steady myself.

“Woah, easy there,” Dean’s hands grasped my shoulders, holding me in place. “You sure you’re ok? Can you walk?”

I shook him off again. “Stop worrying over me. Where’s Sam, anyways?” I needed a third person in the room to help me focus. Dean, with his chest still slightly heaving from exertion, covered in dirt and blood, looking at me intently with concern in his eyes, his firm hands on my shoulders... None of this was helping me to keep my mind where it needed to be.

Dean gave me an odd look before answering. “He’s doing a final sweep of the place, making sure we didn’t miss anyone other than the dead vics we already found in the basement.” He grabbed one of my shoulders again, his grip only tightening when I tried to move away. “What the hell’s gotten into you, Y/N?”

I looked up at him, unexplainable anger forming words I knew I would later regret, when I realized that the room had tilted and there wasn’t just one, but two Dean’s blurring in and out of my vision. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and breathed deeply, opening them slowly and wincing at the too bright light that the exposed bulb in the ceiling above us was putting out. Black started to creep in on the edges of everything I looked at.

“Y/N? Hey, look at me,” Dean’s urgent voice drew my eyes back to his. Have they always been that green?

I felt something warm tickle the back of my neck and brought shaky fingers up to itch the spot, pulling my hand down when it hit wetness. Red coated my vision, mixing with the black that was now barely leaving room for defined shapes or color. A hand wrapped around my wrist and I looked up, refocusing on Dean’s lips as they moved. Why isn’t he saying anything? All I could hear was a high pitched ringing, and I closed my eyes again and tried to breathe.

Something was shaking me, pressure on my shoulders, my neck, the back of my head. The black finally washed over my senses, and my knees completely gave out. I vaguely registered that I was falling forward, felt a sharp jar as Dean’s arms roughly caught me, wondered why he felt cold instead of warm.

And then there was just… nothing.

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