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odyssean-flower · 12 hours
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The Winding Path of Fate Chapter 12 first part
honestly im not even gonna say when the chapter is gonna be ready anymore...it'll be done when it's done...
anyways here's the first part. It's unbetaed but hopefully it compels/entertains you in some way as I finish the chapter up
“My dear Iudex, are my eyes deceiving me, or is that a smile on your face?”
Neuvillette raised his gaze from the documents spread out before him. Furina was standing on the other side of his desk. Of course, he had heard her enter his office before she even spoke, but he was so used to her unannounced intrusions these days that he treated it as a part of his daily routine now. I only hope that she makes this quick. I have a rather heavy agenda today, and I would like to return home before dark.
Furina leaned over his desk, her heterochromatic eyes eagerly scanning the desk for some sort of incriminating evidence to grab onto. Of course, she found none. Neuvillette wasn’t so foolish that he would make such a careless mistake.
“Hmph, I didn’t know that paperwork could inspire such a joyous expression on one’s face. What a contrast you make with the Gestionnaires outside your door! You really must get out more.”
“Indeed, I have, thanks to your urging. I believe you’ve already read the note I left you.”
“Ah, yes, that sorry excuse for a note,” Furina sniffed. “‘Will be away for a day due to personal reasons.’ No mention of where you’re going or who you’ll be with.”
“I see no reason why I should have included either of those things. I followed all the necessary protocol for requesting leave, as I’m sure you’re aware.”
“Oh, I am. But Neuvillette, aren’t you getting tired of constantly having to avoid my questions and fend me off every single day? You know exactly what I want, why won’t you give it to me? Are you truly intending to keep doing this forever?”
“And you know very well that I will not change my position on this matter. There is no need for you to get involved in my marriage, nor do you have the right.”
Furina and Neuvillette glared at each other silently for a while. Throughout this week, she had constantly needled, badgered, and pestered him in an attempt to fish for any information about his day off, but he remained an immovable stone wall. He knew that revealing anything to her would only pour fuel on the fire, so to speak. Knowing her nature, he doubted she would let this go any time soon, but he could at least not give her any openings to pounce onto.
“No right to get involved in your marriage, huh,” Furina repeated, arching an eyebrow. “Don’t forget that you have me to thank for it. Would you have ever even considered marrying this woman if it weren’t for me?”
Neuvillette did not say anything. They both knew the answer to that question.
“Even so, I do not owe you anything,” he said with a firm tone that signaled the end of their talk. “Now then, Furina, allow me to get back to my work.”
“Fine,” Furina said with a toss of her head. “It looks like I’ll be visiting you again tomorrow.”
“Please do so during my coffee break.”
Furina spun on her heel and was about to stride away when she suddenly turned around again. “You know, Neuvillette, I just don’t understand why you won’t let me meet the person who clearly brought you so much joy.”
Neuvillette narrowed his eyes at her. “I believe we were done here?”
Furina put her hand to her heart and made an expression of exaggerated joy. “How heartless! I do hope your wife never sees this side of you.”
He watched her until she left his office and the doors closed behind her. Letting out a heavy sigh, his gaze drifted to the misty painting hanging at the side of his office, almost by instinct. This was also something that had also become a daily routine for him.
He wondered what the painter was doing now. Around this time, you were sure to be in the garden, devoting all your attention to the sunflowers.
Were you waiting for him to come home? He hoped you weren’t. It looked like he would be returning late today. Well, to be honest, he usually returned home late at night, but now with you as his wife, it would be terribly uncouth of him as your husband to come home too late. In addition, he found that his willingness to work into the late hours had decreased considerably. Still, there were times when he truly had no other choice.  
But, there was a small part of him that would very much like it if you did wait for him.
Neuvillette did not know what to make of this new development in his feelings. He examined it, turning it over in his head as one would do with a particularly interesting-looking rock or seashell, then put it away for later. He needed to concentrate on getting through the stack of paperwork on his desk if he wanted to leave work earlier.
But before that…
His hand moved to his desk drawer, which contained a recently-delivered envelope. It was a stroke of good fortune that it had been delivered before Furina’s visit. He’d never hear the end of that if she saw its contents.
He opened the envelope and took out a stack of newly-developed photos. He flipped through them until he reached the photo of a young woman standing stiffly in front of an azure-blue willow tree. His finger idly stroked the edge of the picture. The colors were so vivid and crisp that he felt as though he could reach into the photo and touch the ribbon of your hat or the soft fabric of your sleeve.
It was strange. You were not a particularly cheerful or spirited person, but when he was with you, his heart felt lighter, freer. Not to the extent of forgetting himself or his responsibilities, of course, but… Was this what Furina meant by the “joys of matrimony”?
He couldn’t say he disliked it.
He carefully put the photos back in the envelope. What sort of face would you make when he showed them to you? Or when he showed you the other surprise he had for you? Would you smile at him once again? Would you take his hand in yours? A feeling of anticipation filled his heart. Unconsciously, his fingers brushed against his cheek.
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The sunflowers were coming along nicely. They now reached the height of your hip and formed small, tightly closed buds. There were no yellow petals peeking through yet, but you were confident that they would appear in the coming weeks.
You brushed your fingers against the leaves. They were the size of your palm now. You could see little bug bites dotting them. Perhaps you should ask Marie if there were any pesticides on hand.
It was evening now, though the sun was still in the sky. Neuvillette should be back by now. Maybe he had a lot of work today? You couldn’t help but feel a sting of disappointment. You had been looking forward to showing him the buds. Was Furina pestering him again?
It had been a week since the date. Neuvillette had sent the photos out to be developed, and you would be getting them today. You were a bit excited to see them.  I don’t think I’ve ever taken so many pictures in my life.
After you finished taking the last measurements, you returned to the house and went up to your room. Your eyes automatically went to the plump azure flower tucked into a vase on your desk. It brought a vibrant splash of color to your elegant but sparse room, and you liked looking at it. It gave you a sense of pleasure. You wondered where Neuvillette put his flower.
I wonder if it will deflate like a balloon if I stuck a pin into the middle, you thought as you sniffed the flower’s cool fragrance. That would make it easier to press, wouldn’t it?
Perhaps it was because you talked about pressing flowers on the date, but it had been on your mind lately. Your fingers itched for your old flower press, sitting in your closet back home. The lily would look striking against a white page. If only you picked some of those wildflowers you had seen on Erinnyes and in Merusea Village... they could serve as accompaniment to the lily, which would obviously be the centerpiece, and a strand of blue leaves from the Weeping Willow could be the finishing touch, forming a wreath that framed everything neatly. It would be a beautiful memento of one of the most beautiful days in your life.
It was strange. Even though your days went on like usual after the date, you felt a little different. A little lighter. Reinvigorated, if you had to describe it in a single word. Your childhood hobbies, which you once considered frivolous and backwards, beckoned to you once more.
For a long time now, you felt like you were barely holding yourself up by the sheer force of will, like a sunflower with shallow roots and a too-heavy head, in need of a support to stand tall and erect. Well, now you did have one.
I guess this is what marriage all about. Two people supporting each other for life. Although, it is rather one-sided in our case.
You bit your lip. It was irrational, you knew. Neuvillette was the powerful and respected Iudex, while you were an impoverished baron’s daughter from the countryside. Your presence in his house was proof of just how much more you relied on him than the other way around. You knew that Neuvillette didn’t expect anything from you, which only made you even more determined to do something for him.
You despised the feeling of owing someone. You hated having to completely depend on someone. That was one of the many reasons why you chose your career path.
But more than that…
Neuvillette’s distraught face flashed through your mind. Though you only saw it once, you never wanted to see that look on his face again.
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Neuvillette finally returned home by the time the sky was dark. You had already eaten dinner without him and was reading in the parlor when you heard the front door open.
“Neuvillette,” you called out to him as you went into the foyer. “You came home so late. Did something happen?”
As you approached him, you thought that he looked a bit fatigued, but the tiredness in his face seemed to vanish as he fixed his eyes on you.
“Madame,” he greeted you. “My apologies for worrying you. I had a rather busy agenda today. I hope you’ve already eaten dinner?”
“I have. But have you eaten as well? If not, I can warm up the leftovers for you, or I can ask Marie to cook something fresh if that’s what you prefer.”
“No need for that. I’ve already eaten. But there is something else I want to talk about,” Neuvillette paused. It took you a moment to realize that he was doing it for dramatic effect. So even he has that side to him...how cute, you thought, trying to hide your smile. “I was able to receive the developed photos today.”
He took out an envelope from his coat pocket and handed it to you. “They turned out quite well, I must say,” he added.
The envelope was thick and heavy. You must have taken more than a hundred photos.
You decided to look through them in the parlor. Neuvillette followed you, and the two of you sat side by side on the couch as you spread the photos out on the coffee table. Neuvillette was right, they did turn out well. You had been a bit worried that they might come out blurry or at odd angles, but overall, they all looked pretty good, considering the fact that you hadn’t used a Kamera in a long time.
“You have a very good eye for photography, Madame,” Neuvillette remarked as he picked up a photo of the Weeping Willow. “Have you considered pursuing a career in that field?”
“Oh, not at all. My old drawing teacher was much better at it than me, enough to make a living out of it, and she taught me a few tricks.”
“‘Was’? Do you mean...” Neuvillette trailed off.
“Yes. It was a few years ago.”
“Ah...I see. I'm sorry to hear that.”
There was a brief, awkward silence. Neuvillette looked as though he wanted to say something more. You would rather not deal with that, so your eyes roamed around the scattered photos on the table before they landed on something silver. “Oh, my pictures of you!” you said, leaning forward to grab them. “See, what did I tell you, Neuvillette. There’s nothing more picturesque than beautiful scenery and a handsome man.”
Neuvillette leaned closer towards you to examine the photos for himself. His hair brushed against your shoulder, and you could feel the heat of his body against your arm.  A thought suddenly struck you. If you turned your head right now, your lips would brush against his cheek in the same spot where you had kissed it before.
Inexplicably, your face turned warm at the thought. The back of your hand tingled.
Perhaps things didn’t quite remain the same after the date.
It truly had been a spur of the moment move. Your roiling emotions, aided by the instigation of the Melusines, had pushed you to do it.
Later that night, as you laid in bed, your mind replaying that scene over and over to an infuriating degree, you had rifled through all the emotions you had felt at that time. Embarrassment, disbelief, a strange sort of elation…
But the one emotion that had been missing no matter how hard you searched for it, was regret.
Overt acts of affection had never been your forte, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
Well, cheek kisses don’t inherently mean anything significant, you had told yourself. Friends do it with each other all the time. And Neuvillette is my friend. A very dear friend. So it’s perfectly fine. Case closed.
Indeed, Neuvillette didn’t seem to look at you or treat you any differently after the fact, so why should you? No doubt he was used to receiving such acts of intimacy��most likely even more intimate—from people who were far more glamorous than you. A brief brush of lips against his cheek probably meant nothing to him.
As for the hand kiss, well, that was something that gentlemen like him did. It also didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t.
The thought that these kisses were all meaningless did sting a little bit, but considering the circumstances, you had no right to complain.
“I must confess that I do not see what makes these pictures any better than the ones you took of the scenery,” Neuvillette’s voice interrupted your thoughts. His eyes were fixed on the photo, so thankfully he didn’t notice your reddened cheeks. “Or of the Melusines, for that matter.”
“Well, even if you don’t appreciate them, I do. I’ll treat them like a family treasure.”
“A family treasure? That’s a bit excessive, is it not?”
“I don’t think so. These are pretty rare items, aren’t they?”
Since Neuvillette didn’t appear in public much, there were not many pictures of him outside of the rare interview and official events. Hmm, I wonder how much they’ll sell for? Not that I would ever do that, of course. …Well, maybe if I’m in dire financial straits. I’ll ask for Neuvillette’s permission beforehand if it ever comes to that.
You went through the remaining photos. Each one sparked a memory. The Weeping Willow, the sea, Merusea Village underwater—you really had been to all of those places. With Neuvillette, no less. The entirety of that day was only known to the two of you.
The days after your date had been so mundane and normal that you were half-convinced that it had all been a strange dream. Thoughts and memories were such mutable things, after all. Someone like you on a date with the Chief Justice? Not even in your wildest delusions would something like that ever happen. But these pictures were proof that it did.
You knew that you would probably think back on that day for the rest of your life, holding it close to your chest like a treasured gemstone and taking it out whenever times got tough. A sparkling memory of your youth that you would smile back fondly upon in your autumn years, a lone glimmering star in the dark that would inspire you move forward…
Wait, why am I getting so sappy and sentimental? Just because of a date? Ugh, come on now.
You glanced at Neuvillette, who was currently enjoying a glass of water (imported from Inazuma). You doubted that he felt the same way as you about the date. It was probably just like a drop of water in a vast ocean to him.
That thought pricked at you, but you chose to ignore it.
You sifted through the pictures until you came across a certain snapshot. Just as you were about to flip it over, a gloved finger pressed down against the photo, stopping you.
“This one is my favorite,” Neuvillette said. Once again, his face was right next to yours, but you couldn’t read his expression.
“Because you were the one who took it?”
“No,” he said, then turned his head towards you. “Because it’s of you.”
“Neuvillette…” you said after a short silence. You fidgeted with your reddened fingertips. “I don’t understand how you can say things like that with such a straight face.”
“Is it truly so strange?” Neuvillette looked perplexed. “I was simply saying my true feelings. And it is not as though you have refrained from such comments either.”
“You do have a point,” you conceded, although that still didn’t mean it didn’t catch you off guard. You turned your attention back to the photo of you. To be honest, it didn’t turn out half bad. Sure, you looked incredibly stiff and awkward and your hair was a mess and you had no idea what you were thinking when you matched that sweater with that skirt, but…it could have turned out worse.
“May I keep this photo?” Neuvillette asked.
“Of course, but what will you do with it? Surely you aren’t going to put it on your office desk or anything, right?”
“No, of course not. I would put it in a drawer, so I may take it out and look at it whenever I like.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
“Is it so wrong for a husband to want to look at a picture of his wife every once in a while? Many of the Palais staff also keep pictures of their loved ones on their desks. Why shouldn’t I?” Neuvillette paused for a little bit before adding, “And it would be one way for me to see your face more often, considering how I don’t get many chances of that during the day.”
“Hmm…very well, then,” you didn’t quite get why he would want to see more of your face, but if it made him happy, then you supposed there was nothing to complain about. Neuvillette is actually quite good at this kind of thing, you thought to yourself. Just imagine what it would be like when he gets married to someone he loves.
Now you really felt bad about your (hypothetical) future plans about selling Neuvillette’s photos. I’m an insensitive boor compared to him.
You reached the last of the photos. It was the one of you and Neuvillette standing in front of the sunset.
“You made two copies for the both of us,” you said as you looked at them. “How thoughtful.”
As you gazed at the pictures, you couldn’t help but feel a complex mixture of emotions. There was a surrealness to this photo that the others lacked. If this were a novel, this would be the point where you would wake up and return to reality after discovering something out of place in your life. No matter how you looked at it, you and Neuvillette were mismatched. Two people who were only brought together because of a weird quirk of fate.
But on the other hand…it was a beautiful photo. You had been somewhat worried that the two of you wouldn’t be centered in the frame, but it turned out well. The sunset made for a lovely backdrop. Even though both of you were looking very stiff, and neither of you were smiling.
You remembered that moment clearly. In those few minutes, you felt as light as a feather, like there was nothing tying you to the ground.
Would you ever feel that way again?
“I’m also very fond of this one,” Neuvillette said next to you. When you turned your head, you saw that he was not looking at the photos, but at you. It was then that you realized you were smiling. For some reason, you turned your head away.
“I just realized something,” you said, to cover up the awkward moment. “I’ve taken so many pictures, but I’ve got nowhere to put them all.”
“Ah, about that,” there was an excitement, subdued but present, in his voice. He sounded the same as he did when he introduced you to some new exotic variety of water. “I have a surprise for you. Please, come with me to my study.”
A surprise from Neuvillette? You had an inkling as to what it could be, but that didn’t stop you from putting all the photos back in the envelope and following him upstairs to his study, a domain you had yet to step into. It was a smaller version of his office at the Palais Mermonia, with its large desk, soft rugs, and tall bookshelves that lined the walls. There was also a fireplace here and a cozy-looking couch.
As Neuvillette went to take something out of a cabinet, you covertly examined the shelves. They were mainly filled with books on law, human psychology, history (most of which you’ve already read, having borrowed them from the library), and other similarly serious topics. Oddly enough, you spotted a few children’s picture books. Gifts from the Melusines? Or for entertaining them whenever they visit?
“Madame, here it is,” Neuvillette said, and you walked over to the desk, where there was a large, leather-bound album with metal corners.
“Oh, Neuvillette, you shouldn’t have!” you exclaimed, flipping through the album. There should be just enough space to put all the pictures from your date in it. You looked up to thank him, but was met with the sight of Neuvillette taking out yet another album from the cabinet. This one was wider, with a ribbon tied into a neat bow on the spine. Perhaps Neuvillette bought a second album, just in case the first one wouldn’t fit all of your pictures?
But, as though to dash all reasonable explanations, Neuvillette took out another album from the cabinet, then another. It seemed never-ending, this deluge of albums. After a while, it became sort of funny, like a comedy sketch. You watched, open-mouthed, as the desk became covered with albums of all shapes and sizes.
Finally, after the tenth one, the deluge stopped. Neuvillette looked at you expectantly. “Well, Madame, which one do you prefer?”
“Wait a minute, let me get this right,” you said, backing up a step and surveying the desk. “You bought all these albums just for me to choose one?”
“Yes, I did,” Neuvillette said, nodding as though this was a perfectly normal thing to do. Was this how the minds of the wealthy worked? It was beyond your comprehension. “I was unsure which one would be most to your liking, so I decided to buy them all.”
“Oh, Neuvillette, you really shouldn’t have…” you said. “This is too excessive. Why didn’t you ask me to come with you when you went shopping? And you know I’d like anything you picked out for me.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise…” Neuvillette said. He looked a bit deflated, and you felt bad.
“Can you return them?”
“It would be highly inconvenient for the shopkeeper if I did so,” Neuvillette said, then added in an abashed tone, “And I was told that all sales are final.”
“How unfortunate,” you looked down at the desk again. Was it possible for anyone to fill up all these albums in their lifetime? Maybe if they had a lifespan as long as Neuvillette’s. “Maybe they could make an exception for the Iudex?”
“I would rather not use my position in such a manner.”
“Well then, how about we give them away?”
“Give them away…” Neuvillette considered your words. “I-I suppose that could work… it is a reasonable idea. Yes, quite reasonable indeed.”
Neuvillette…if only you could see the look on your face right now. He looked like a kicked puppy. However, you decided to hold your tongue.
“Hmm, on second thought, it would be quite rude of me to give away presents from my generous husband,” you said. “I’ll keep them all. Thank you, Neuvillette.”
You patted his hand. He looked down at your hand on top of his, his eyes unreadable. He lightly brushed his fingers against your own.
“You need not force yourself to accept them if you do not want them,” he said quietly.
“But I do want them. They’re from you, after all. We’ll just have to take plenty more photos to get your money’s worth.”
“‘We?’”
“Yes, ‘we.’ Did you expect me to fill up these albums all on my own?”
“Certainly, it would be more efficient if we worked together,” Neuvillette nodded to himself. “Very well, then, Madame. I will assist you in this endeavour.”
With that settled, you decided to put the date photos in the first brown leather album. It had a vintage look to it that you liked.
“It’s getting late, Madame. You should be going to bed soon,” Neuvillette informed you.
“What about you?” Neuvillette didn’t seem to be making any moves to retire for the night just yet.
“There are a few more matters that I need to take care of, but do not worry, it won’t take very long.”
“Okay then,” you nodded, stepping towards the door. But just as you were about to leave the study, a thought suddenly struck you. “Oh, by the way, Neuvillette.”
“Yes, Madame?”
“Has Lady Furina been bothering you about…about me lately?”
Neuvillette blinked. He was silent for a moment before speaking. “She has. But it’s nothing for you to worry about. I’m quite used to handling her.”
“But…”
“There is no need to worry, Madame. She will never need to know about you,” Neuvillette’s tone was firm. “I will do my utmost to make sure it stays that way.”
“…Alright,” you said, but it wasn’t relief that flooded your heart. “Good night, Neuvillette.”
“Good night, Madame.”
You closed the study door quietly behind you.
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diddybok · 8 months
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Request: Skz accidentally finding out one of reader’s kinks… could be a drabble or text! <3
oh my god…yes. happy birthday to me😌
18+ below the cut peeps
all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in anyway represent nor reflect the people in real life :)
➩pairing: hyung line x gn!reader
➩genre(s): smut
➩warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, kinks: hair pulling, spit, choking, humiliation. penetration (not specified what hole. this one is for all the delulus out there)
➩author’s note: yeah, smut. just nasty smut. mAy have gotten carried away with this. mAy have had some revelations. mAy be chronically down bad for hyunjin after this…and EYE wrote it.
➩part(s): next
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chris | hair pulling | 0.9k (955) words
You were laying on the bed next to Chris. You watching the newest installment of the Bridgerton series, and he playing Pokemon Go. Your friends and the boys constantly tease the two of you saying that you act like a couple when really you aren’t. Chris gets annoyed, much more than he likes to admit, at the constant allegation. However, you don’t pay it any mind. If anything you add fuel to the fire. 
Ping…ping…ping
You groan loudly and press pause on your show. 
“If you could be so kind to turn the ringer on your phone off? I’m trying to watch a sexy scene and your pinging is taking me out the moment!” You say turning your attention to Chris, his eyes still glued to the screen. 
He just hums in response but makes no move to flip the switch on the side of his phone. 
Ping…ping…ping
He chuckles lowly before swiping the notification up to continue his battle. You crawl over to him and snatch his phone from his hand. It seems you will have to see for yourself just who is blowing up his phone. 
“Y/n give it back!” He reaches over to grab the phone but you turn your whole body away from him, laughing as you curl up tightly trying to read the notifications. 
“My my my, who is Aaliyah?” You gasp dramatically. “I miss you so much baby, can’t wait ‘til I can see you again, need you bad Channie” You mimic in a high pitched voice. 
“Y/n I’m serious just give it back!” He growls. It has now turned into a scramble of sorts. You underneath, curled up in a foetal position. Him, on top as he tries to pry your body open to retrieve his phone. 
Chris accidentally releases his grasp on you and in that moment you roll from underneath him.  Planning to escape out of his room, you hastily make a move to climb off the bed. 
It all happened so quickly. The grab. The noise. The drop of the phone. The awkward silence. 
In your attempt to flee, Chris had grabbed you by your hair and yanked you back. You could have wailed, could have screamed, but you did neither. No, what you did was far worse. 
You had released a guttural moan. 
You. Moaning because Chris pulled your hair. 
Neither of you dared to speak, nor look each other in the eyes. You were embarrassed to say the least. Your best friend had just discovered that you have a hair pulling kink. He on the other hand took one too many deep breaths to calm himself. He has never heard you make a noise like that before. Much less because of him. 
“I, ahem- your phone. I’m sorry…you can have it back.” You say keeping your eyes glued to his bedsheets as you slide the phone over to his leg. 
You go to retract your hand quickly so that you can go get a glass of water to cool yourself down. He grabs your wrist almost instantaneously. Not letting you get far at all. 
“Look at me.” He demands. You do as he says, slowly bringing your eyes to meet his. You don’t have to look down at his chest to detect the way it rises and falls heavily. 
He gently runs his hand all the way up your arm, an agenda clearly on his mind. You’re frozen in place as you feel his hand creep to the nape of your neck, his fingers spreading wide as they make their way into your hair. 
Without warning, he tugs your head back harshly causing another involuntary moan to fall from your lips. A soft gasp is released from Chris, clearly enjoying the way you react to the action. 
You guess that’s how you found yourself in this predicament. Knees no doubt bruising as you take Chris’ cock repeatedly down the depths of your throat. 
His hand was embedded deeply into your hair, gripping it tight and using it as a leverage to fuck himself into your mouth.
“Fuck~ just like that Y/n. Mm, m’gonna use you as my personal fuck toy. Forget all the other girls I see. Just pull your hair whenever I need you huh? I don’t know why I didn’t think about it earlier.” Chris says more to himself than to you, releasing a small whine. 
The picture that this will leave in your mind is sure to be one that will fog your brain for the next couple of months at least. You never really thought about Chris in this way. Perhaps in the beginning stages of your friendship, but it quickly went away when you found out he was a manwhore. 
Nothing wrong with that of course, you never had any reason to judge him for it. But god if this is what you were missing. You most definitely would not mind being his personal fuck toy. Platonically of course…
Your eyes are currently watering, as you gag and swallow. Making Chris grip your hair tighter making you moan. That was the breaking point for him as he unloads into your mouth. Not giving you any chance to waste a single drop. 
He releases his hold on you, slowly pulling out of your mouth before slapping the tip on your cheek a couple times.
You look up at him, your glossed over eyes making him coo at you as he strokes your head softly.
“I hope your head isn’t too sore yet, ‘cause I’m gonna use it to fuck you back onto my cock, okay?” Chris says with a devilish smile. 
Forget the sexy scene on television, you’re currently living in the sexiest one of all!
minho | spit | 0.6k (673) words
You and Minho are getting ready for bed after a long day of camping activities. You’re going back home from Korea tomorrow night so you wanted to spend as much time with your best friend as you could. 
Even if that meant agreeing to do whatever he says for the last few days you shared together. Surprisingly, it was a lot of fun. You went fishing and caught a fish. You learnt how to build a campfire from scratch. Went kayaking and almost tipped it over. Let Minho spit in your mouth—
Wait, what?
You shake your head to come back to reality. Minho swirls water around in his mouth before spitting it out into the sink. 
He wipes his mouth as he looks up at you, your gaze seemingly transfixed onto his mouth. 
He still tastes the toothpaste in his mouth so he leans back over the sink about to spit, but then he looks up at you. Holding your unwavering gaze. 
He spits slowly, the saliva descending down into the sink. As it disconnects, he licks his bottom lip smirking at you.
You watched the whole ordeal, obviously. Which explains why you suddenly squeeze your thighs, shifting from one foot to another. 
“Either I’m living in a dream right now, or you, Y/n, are simply filthy.”
“Huh?” You say blinking rapidly. 
“Huh? Huh?” He mocks, walking over to you. 
What is wrong with you? Snap out of it! That is your best friend, you definitely should not be thinking about him spitting in your mouth as you get pounded by his dick. 
“I can practically hear your thoughts. That or you’re speaking aloud.” He smirks, now inches away from your face. 
It seems you finally regain consciousness as your hands claw at the sheets. Minho pummels you from behind at a relentless pace, making you drool. 
You hear him chuckle, his hand falling beneath your chin to catch any saliva before bringing it up to smear on your mouth. 
His hand moves to the underside of your jaw, forcing your head back. Your view of him now upside down as he doesn’t slow the pace. 
“Are you gonna admit that you’re a filthy little slut who likes spit?” He teases, smiling down at you. 
You can only mewl in response, he’s got you going dumb and he certainly enjoys it.
Bringing his hand up to your cheeks, he squeezes gently. Getting you to open your mouth. You do, even going as far to stick your tongue out. 
“Oh look how obedient you are.” He spits into your mouth. His hold on your jaw releases as he moves that hand to cup your chest, hoisting you up so your back, though arched, is against his chest. 
He fucks up into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your moans fill the tent. Those other poor people are no doubt just trying to enjoy their family camping trip, and here comes the two of you; unapologetically loud as shit. 
“M-Minho…m’close.” You whine. He just chuckles in response, stroking that sweet spot inside of you to push you over the edge. 
It isn’t long before you’re quivering on him, your body already becoming limp as your eyes roll into the back of your head reaching that sweet release. Before you can lavish in the feeling, you’re pulled off of him and he guides your head back to his pelvis. 
“You’re gonna swallow every last drop I give you m’kay? No spitting this out sweetheart.” Minho says as he moans. Pumping himself faster as he unloads his seed into your mouth which you gladly swallow. 
He uses the tip of his cock to smear any remnants of his climax on your lips. He smiles down at you, praising you for doing such a good job whilst also saying how dirty you are. 
This will certainly make your relationship with him all the more questionable. Let’s hope it won’t be the only thing that clouds your mind on the flight home!
changbin | choking | 0.8k (898) words
You and Changbin are in the park having a cutesy little picnic. You may or may not have forced him to come with you since your other friends cancelled at the last minute and you had prepared so much. It’s good that you and Changbin are so alike because neither of you like to waste any food. 
You have both been snacking on some grapes, when you look down and see there is only one left on the vine. Quickly whilst his attention was elsewhere, you pluck the grape from its vine. 
You turn your head as you go to put the grape into your mouth, but a firm hand on your wrist stops you. 
“You swear you’re like a ninja.” Changbin laughs as you turn to look at him with squinted eyes. He just shakes his head, his other hand held out awaiting the grape. 
You look at his hand, the grape, his hand again and then back up to his face. 
“If you think I’m giving you this grape, then you are surely mistaken.” You say, you’re tone curt. 
Changbin looks at you, before shaking his head overzealously. You look at him confused. 
“Why are you shaking your head at me?”
“Sorely.”
“What?” 
“You said surely mistaken. It’s sorely mistaken, doofus.” He says before bursting out into a fit of laughter. 
You look momentarily taken aback, a quiet ‘oh’ coming out of your mouth before you look at Changbin’s laughing state. 
“For that, I’m taking the grape.” He says, plucking the grape from your hand and putting it in his mouth. He starts to chew it teasingly in your face, closing his eyes as he does so. 
Successfully irked, you lunge towards him from your seated position. Unfortunately for your lacklustre skills, he easily manoeuvres you so that your back is against his chest as his bicep and forearm enclose your throat. 
He squeezes playfully, well aware that the two of you are in public. 
“Nice try, munchkin. You’re gonna have to be faster than that.” Changbin gloats. 
You bring your hands up to hold his arm, your hands barely able to enclose his whole forearm. You try to pry his arm off but it’s to no avail as he doesn’t budge. 
He squeezes tighter, his mouth moving closer to your ears. 
“You know I’m not even trying right?” He teasingly whispers into your ear. 
“Bin unhand me.” You plead. 
“What, you’ve given up already?”
“If you squeeze my throat any tighter, I am not responsible for the…sounds that will come out of me.” You say tapping his forearm. 
Changbin’s eyes widen slightly as he realises what you meant. He releases you and you crawl back to the other side of the picnic blanket, fixing your outfit and your hair, pretending like you didn’t say what you just said. 
“You mean to tell me that me choking you was turning you on?” He asks with genuinity. 
You turn to him, shrugging a little. The way you act so nonchalant clearly has an effect on him as he tries not to get turned on himself. 
It didn’t work, for either of you, as you find yourself in the back of his car sitting on his legs as his fingers pump viciously in and out of you. 
“Shh, you gotta be quiet. Don’t want people to start getting suspicious.” Changbin speaks into your ear. 
You do your best to be quiet, but you don’t trust yourself so you put a hand over your mouth. 
“Fuck you’re gripping my fingers so tight. Mm I can’t wait to ruin you. ‘Cause I’m gonna. Yeah, fuck you clenched when I said that. Want me to ruin you, don’t you my sweet?” Changbin purrs. 
Your other hand grips his thigh, the coil within the pit of your stomach starting to tighten. You remove your hand from your mouth as your breath starts to quicken, small whines being released here and there. 
“Bin, I can’t hold it.” You whine. 
“You don’t have to hold it sweetness. Come for me.” He says his hand going to your neck and pressing on the sides of your throat. 
The restriction of air and the squeeze of his hand mixed with his fingers has you seeing stars. Your moan caught in your throat as you orgasm. The lack of air prolongs your release and unfortunately for Changbin, you make a mess all over the backseat of his car. 
He smiles as he watches you get lost in the pleasure. He loosens his grip on your neck and relishes in your pants as you try to catch your breath. 
“Well I’m going to need to deep clean my car, but it was so worth it.” Changbin says, rubbing you through your high and placing a soft kiss to the side of your head. 
You move yourself off of his lap, momentarily looking out the window to see if there were any wanderers that got too curious. Taking a deep breath your eyes meet Changbin’s and he looks at you with a sweet, unwavering smile. 
“What’s that look for?…” 
“Oh nothing, just thinking about all the places m’gonna fuck you when we get back to mine.” Changbin says, his smile widening even more. 
Oh wow, you’re in for a long night ahead of you. Better hope those grapes gave you enough energy for the rest of the day!
hyunjin | humiliation | 1.4k (1446) words
Hyunjin is teaching you part of his dance routine in the studio. You were bored, and teaching somebody helps him to recount the steps. 
For the most part, you were able to keep up with him. Picking up the steps with ease until there was a particularly hard move. 
You can see the frustration building on Hyunjin’s face as you keep messing up this step. The one he tried to teach you fifteen minutes ago…
“Y/n no. Lift your arm like this, this.” He says demonstrating the correct way to do it. 
You copy the motion. You think that you are nailing it and that he is just being too pedantic which explains his elongated sigh. 
“Hyunjin, I don't know what you think I’m doing wrong. I’m literally doing it the way you do it!” You say, now getting frustrated at him and his perfectionist ways. 
He looks at you through the mirror, scoffing and doing the dance move how you did it. Clearly over-exaggerating the way you did it. 
“Does that look right to you? No, it doesn’t. It’s not even a hard step Y/n and you’re struggling to do it.” He says, walking back over to the laptop to replay the song. 
This is embarrassing. You should feel embarrassed. Yet you hide a smile. There’s something about the way Hyunjin gets riled up and then proceeds to belittle you for clearly not being a professional dancer like he is. 
Ridiculous isn’t it?
“Okay let’s go from the top.” Hyunjin says, counting the both of you in. 
The song plays and you both dance to the rhythm. Everything was going swell until you purposefully messed up a move that you know you have no trouble doing. 
“Oh for fuck’s sake!”
You wish you could take a mental picture of Hyunjin’s scowl and print it out. He looks at you, almost pitiful as he turns down the music, his hands on his hip as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. 
“What are you fucking inept or something? What’s going on? You don’t know your left from your rights? Hm? You need me to teach you the alphabet whilst we’re at it?” Hyunjin taunts, now walking towards you. 
You say nothing, looking up at him with eyes as innocent as you can get them. 
“Cat caught your tongue? Or have you just become so dumb that you can’t even speak anymore?” Hyunjin speaks lowly, backing you into the full length mirror. 
He raises a single eyebrow at you, waiting for you to say something. He huffs out a laugh when he realises you’re not going to respond, but rather cower beneath him. 
You really are spoiled aren’t you? It seems it is so because you got whatever you wanted from this. One moment he pinned you up against the wall, you shoving your tongue down his throat. Then he was shoving his dick down your throat. And now here you are, on all fours, forced to watch as he thrusts harshly into you from behind. 
“This what you needed hm? You just needed to be fucked didn’t you. Naw, dumb baby’s just too stupid to ask for what they want so they decide to piss me off instead huh?” Hyunjin grunts landing a smack on your backside. 
You moan embarrassingly loud, jolting forwards slightly as you feel the impact of his hand on your flesh. 
The song plays in the background adding to the already sexual tension that is in the dance studio. 
Hyunjin stops thrusting, looking at you in the mirror as you stumble a little. The rhythm of thrusts throwing you off as your hips stutter in their movement. 
“You’re gonna fuck yourself on my dick to the beat of the song. See if you’re not completely useless. It would be wise not to piss me off further so if you do a good job, maybe I’ll be nice.” Hyunjin says crossing his arms. 
You wait to see if he was bluffing, looking back at him only to be met with a raise of his eyebrow. You turn back around, meeting his gaze in the mirror. You tune your ears to the song and start throwing it back to the beat. (y’all why this make me bust out laughing okay sorry continue.)
For the first two counts of eight, you were doing pretty well. Matching each beat with the sound of your bottom colliding with his pelvis. He watches you intently as if it were you dancing. He bites his lip, holding back his own moans. 
The chorus of the song comes along and you miss a count. You try to catch up by speeding up your movements, but that just feels too good. Hyunjin tsks at you. 
“You can’t even do this correctly. How embarrassing Y/n. Is there anything you can do without my help?” Hyunjin says shaking his head as he grabs both of your arms. 
You clench around him at his words, making his tough exterior falter ever so slightly as he curses under his breath at the way you squeeze him so tightly. 
He holds your arms like handles as he repeatedly slams you back onto him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and then close tightly as he reaches deeper, continuously hitting that sweet spot inside. 
“You better open your fuckin’ eyes and watch as you take what I give you.” He says, his tongue coming out to wet his lip as he smirks mischievously. 
You flutter your eyes open, meeting his gaze in the mirror as your mouth hangs open releasing silent moans. Who knew that being humiliated would turn you on to the point it has? You watch his face contort into concentration. Sweat pouring down his face and falling onto your lower back. 
“Hyune, just like that, please. I’m so close.” You whine. 
He tilts his head, one of his hands releasing your wrist to reach beneath you and between your thighs, rubbing you quickly.
“Oh yeah? And you think you deserve it?” He teases. 
You nod relentlessly, not even caring for his permission as you spasm around him as he lands a particularly powerful thrust. 
As he watches you come undone on him he scoffs a laugh, shaking his head before chasing his own release. 
“Mm, where’d you want it? Inside? So it drips down your thighs for everyone to see? Ah fuck, yeah I think so.” He says, small whines leaving his throat. 
He pushes your body all the way down as he now lays on top of you, rutting into you. He lifts one leg up to ground him so he can reach deeper, the rocking motion overstimulating you as you convulse around him once more. You choke out a sob, tears starting to run down your face. 
He catches your expression in the mirror, the tears streaming down and it sends him over the edge. With one final rock, he stills as his cock twitches deep inside of you. Painting your walls white deep inside. 
He rests his forehead on the back of your head. Both of you spent as the sounds of heavy breathing and the song fill the room. 
He slowly pulls out of you, both of you whining at the loss of the warmth. He rolls you over, placing a kiss to the underside of your jaw. 
“Y/n? Are you still with me?” He asks, glancing over your face and down your body. He sees some of his cum trailing out of you and he uses his fingers to push it back in. Fixated on the way your hole envelopes his fingers so accommodatingly. 
He only stops when he feels your hand push his chest and he chuckles lightly. 
“You know you really don’t take orders well. I think I need to train you.” He says, brushing a stray hair out of your face as you finally open your eyes and look up at him. 
He hums softly, admiring you before getting up and sorting himself out so that he is decent to the eyes of the public again. 
“Get up. That wasn’t a reward, you’re going to just have to dance with my cum running down your legs now. The quicker you get the choreography, the quicker you’ll get to shower.” Hyunjin says walking over to the laptop and restarting the song. 
He leaves you to get yourself up on wobbly arms and you smile to yourself. He should know by now that you most certainly do not put up without a fight. 
Hopefully you don’t “accidentally” mess up any more of the moves and make him belittle you again…
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phantomlifes · 7 months
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tasm who got sprayed with an aphrodisiac, so he goes to his roommate and fucks her well into the morning 🤭🤭🤭
A/N this deviated a bit but i needed to spread the munch agenda…hope you can forgive me friend…..
peter enters the apartment like a hurricane, his shaking body and heaving breaths impossible to ignore.
“peter?” you ask, eyes wide with concern. “what’s wrong?”
he doesn’t answer at first as he looks at you. of course you’d be wearing tiny pajama shorts right now, when he has no control of where his eyes land. he’s trying hard to catch his breath, his hands clenching into fists. he brushes the hair curled with sweat off his forehead and forces himself to look you in the eyes, raising his head higher. he anchors himself on your kitchen counter behind him. “aphrodisiac.” he breathed. “came home for my research.” he gulped, pushing himself to his bedroom, still evidently woozy. “gotta be an antidote.” he started to sway to the side, and you moved on instinct for him to fall in your arms.
“easy.” you drawled, arms shaking with his weight. you’ve never seen him in this state before. “where’s the antidote? do we have it?” you try to keep your voice level, but the urgency escapes your tongue in droves.
he shakes his head, looking up at you. his brown eyes have been blown even darker, the pupil completely swallowing his irises. “lab. somewhere. gotta go.” he pushes off of you, but you grab his shaking hand.
“there is no way in hell i’m letting you leave here like this.” you took a deep breath, knowing the ethics of this are dubious at best, since you’ve been attracted to him since the day he moved in and he is technically drugged. he’s obviously in pain, and you can’t let him go out alone all the way to the lab to get the antidote. you don’t even know if he’d survive. “look. it’s an aphrodisiac. i….” you closed your eyes before you continued. “if it will take the pain away, you could….take it out on me.” you swallowed, trying to put it gently.
peter looks at you in shock, managing to push himself off the ground all the way. “you mean it?” he asks, looking straight at your lips. “because it would…” his voice trails off, cracking.
“yes.” you grab his shoulders. “i mean it”
peter immediately grabs your face with his large hands and pulls you into him, his lips sliding against yours in an anxious release. you didn’t imagine your first kiss going like this, but it doesn’t count, right? as soon as he gets a bit of control of himself, though, he slows down a little, capturing you in a breath-sucking kiss, both of you breaking away for air twice. “are you sure?” he asks again, his voice a low rasp this time. you nod and he urges you to jump, carrying you with a kiss into his bedroom.
he lays you on the bed as gently as he can, and you immediately make work of sliding off your shorts and underwear. he’s so obvious with his staring, it’s adorable. “can i?” his eyes wander down and he asks again in that low rasp. “please?”
the way he said please sent a shiver down your spine. “yeah.” you answered breathlessly. “what do you want?”
“my face buried in your thighs.” he responds instantly, with the cadence of a casual conversation for something so brazen. you stifle a gasp and nod. he wastes no time gripping your thighs and hooking them on his shoulders. “you’re fucking dripping, baby.” he remarks as he starts to explore with his fingers. “this for me? you like seeing me worked up?” he almost whispers.
“i think so.” you manage to get out in between gasps from his fingers brushing against your clit. “do…do that more.”
“this?” he asks, rubbing his thumb in circles. “you like that, baby?” you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back with a stifled moan as your answer, and he grins. he takes this opportunity to start putting his mouth to work, his tongue lapping crudely as his thumb resumes pressing all of your nerves. the way he’s sucking and licking is filthy, the wet noises, his hums of delight and your cries of pleasure create a cacophony of pornography. you buck your hips against his face, pulling him closer lightly by his hair and when he groans you feel it inside of you. you whine, arching your back and he has to pin your hips down with a hand. he pulls his face away for a second, his mouth glistening with a smirk. “now who can’t control themselves?”
“shut up.” you whined in embarrassment, grabbing his hair and pulling him back down. he breathed a laugh against your clit, and you squirmed as much as you could in his hold. you’re not gonna last. he hummed and spoke into you, “yes ma’am.” and you knew you were done for.
“peter?” you whimper in between heavy breaths. “gonna cum.”
“yeah, baby?” he pulls his face away a bit, still keeping his thumb in position, only switching it to take your clit between his lips. “go on. cum for me.”
that’s all it took for you to release all over his chin with a weak little cry, your voice hoarse and breathless. you try to catch your breath, laying your head back on his pillow. “alright…” you breathed. “just give me a second…and you could…we could-“
“-about that.” he interrupted you. “i….i already did?” he says in a question, almost like he’s embarrassed, stark contrast to what his tone was minutes ago. “the effects wore off. let’s just leave it at that…” he trailed off, coughing. you prop yourself up on your elbows.
“did…did you…” you look down. “cum in your suit just from eating me out?”
he takes a deep breath, looking at you up and down. “maybe.”
you fall back with a giggle, and he immediately gets defensive. “what?”
“nothing.” you shake your head, the blood rushing to your face. “just so fucking hot.”
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sanjis-all-blue · 1 year
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Fucked Four Ways ‘Til Friday | North Blue Boys x Reader
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summary: drabbles about getting fucked by Sanji, Law, Hawkins, and Drake ♡
wc: 1k
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NSFW - 18+ Only - Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI - You Will Be Blocked
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warnings: gn afab!reader, oral (reader receiving), cream pie, praise & pet names, otherwise this is pretty tame
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AN: I’m here to spread my Basil Hawkins agenda.
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Black Leg Sanji
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“Shit, [y/n]!” The pretty blond hissed as you bounced up and down on his cock. He was leaning back on his elbows while you used him as your personal toy.
One of his hands reached up to grab your jaw and yanked you down for a sloppy, open-mouth kiss. His tongue searched for yours, his lips wet from his pleasured drooling.
At the perfect time, you pulled yourself up until his head almost vacated you, then gave him small, controlled strokes with your pussy, squeezing the tip with your muscles, making his eyes roll back and his tongue loll out of his mouth.
He grounded himself by placing his feet flat on the bed underneath you two, pressing his head back into the pillows, and gripping your ass with his strong, soft hands. “Fuck! If you don’t stop I’m gonna-”
You heeded his threat and pulled off of him completely with a smirk. He whined, already missing your luscious cunt. That’s not to say you weren’t feeling needy yourself - you just loved having him under your spell like this.
You felt his hands tighten around you. “Please, please, please keep going.” He begged. You became aware of his hips humping the air behind you, trying to bridge the distance between your slick hole and his leaky cock.
You smiled at him as you sank back down on him. “Of course pretty boy. How could I ever refuse you?”
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Trafalgar Law
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It was so rare that Law got like this, that you knew you had a savor it. Your fingers wove themselves into his already messy black hair as you lightly thrust against his tongue.
His mouth threatened to engulf your pussy, and his usual stoic self was groaning into your folds. Two thumbs hooked themselves into your opening, spreading you just enough for Law to tongue you, coaxing your juices out of you.
His palms grasped at the highest point of your upper thigh, pushing you open. He greedily lapped up your slick, suddenly overcome with lust for you. He didn’t even know what spurred it on, he just knew he needed all of you, right now.
The only thoughts in his head were how could he be deeper, how could he have more of you? His hands slid down your thighs and hooked under your knees, then he pushed them up against your chest, folding you in half.
You yelped as his mouth reconnected with your clit. His wet tongue and hot breath sent shockwaves through your body but when you felt two of his fingers prod at your opening again?
“L-Law! I’m gonna-” you moaned.
He didn’t give you a chance to finish your statement as he plunged his fingers into you, and started hastily sucking and licking your clit, sending you over the edge.
In a low tone he demanded: “Cum for me, beautiful.”
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Basil Hawkins
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Hawkins had been fucking you for what felt like hours at this point. Multiple orgasms for you, and two or three for him. He just couldn’t get enough, and you didn’t have the heart or wherewithal to intrude on his fun.
While your chests were pressed together he thrusted shakily into you, savoring you. His lips grazed your neck and his moans floated up into your ears. They were subdued, and demure, much like the man they were coming from, but you could tell by the blush crawling across his face and his desperate thrusts that he was drunk on you.
You felt his hand move from beside your head to your cheek and you pressed against his palm. “You’re being very good to me, [y/n]. Just a little more, please. Do you think you can do that for me?” You nodded, fully enjoying his undivided attention.
He lifted himself to look down lustfully at where your bodies connected, and just the view alone made his cock throb again. He plunged, yearning to be buried in you.
The tip of his cock almost kissed your cervix which made you jump in surprise. “Ah, Hawkins,” you moaned. “I can feel you fucking me so deep.”
The magician wrapped his arms around you and sat back on his heels, pulling you up onto his lap, and looking up at you in reverence.
“Oh, my dear. Let’s see if I can fuck you deeper.”
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X. Drake
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There were few things Drake loved more than being absolutely enveloped by you. Which is how you found yourself in a mating press beneath him as he fucked his cum back into you. From here he could see your pretty, flustered face and feel every inch of your gummy walls swallow him whole.
He didn’t care how close he was to overstimulating himself - the only thing he knew is that he needed you. So when he felt you tremble beneath him as your own orgasm neared, all he could do was sprinkle your face with kisses.
“Cumming again so soon, sweetheart?” He crooned, rocking his hips back and forth into you.
“I’m so close, Drake.” Your muscles tightened around him, fluttering with each stroke of his cock.
With a smile, Drake’s thick fingers found your clit, rubbing in large circles. “That’s it, that’s it.” He hissed. His thrusts became long and deliberate, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding all the way back in.
Somewhere between his fingers and his cock, your orgasm was triggered and you became a moaning mess. Your panting, squirming, and fuck-drunk face only made him lust for you harder, and he needed to show his appreciation with more of his cum.
“You’re doing so good, baby, so good.” He moaned. “Keep going.” His own legs began to shake as he unloaded another round of spunk into you, prompting you to milk his cock.
You felt full and spent, but reveled in your post-orgasm glow. Drake looked down upon you with such a look of love and admiration that you almost felt embarrassed and averted your gaze. He grabbed your face between his palms and planted kisses all over you until you couldn’t stop giggling. “So perfect,” he said between smooches. “You’re so perfect.”
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biolumilunareclipse · 9 months
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Sky Idiot
jake sully x fem!omatikaya reader
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content warnings: NSFW content, p in v, cream pie, oral (f!receiving), slightly out of character jake
synopsis: the sky man that has begun learning the ways of you people is so stupid and you want to fuck him so badly.
a/n: bold is spoken in navi. i’m only making the distinction because this was when jake was still learning. i’m pushing the himbo jake agenda today
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eywa he’s so stupid you think to yourself as you watch jake gracefully fall from the branch neytiri had just jumped from with a fond expression. her landing was practiced, precise, and perfect. his is… definitely not that. your eyes follow his movements as he thumps from leaf to leaf, getting turned around and knocked back more times than you thought possible in such a short amount of time, before finally landing flat on his stomach a few feet in front of you.
ignoring the groaning imbecile, you turn to neytiri, offering her a warm smile. “i see training is going well.” you speak with a hint of humor.
“believe it or not, this is an improvement.” she responds with a huff, “yesterday he landed on his head.”
biting your lip to fight a laugh, you finally glance at the man now that he has clambered to his feet. jake’s chest heaves as he tries to recollect the air that was knocked out of his lungs. after he blinks the black dots away from his vision, he finally realizes you’re standing there. a dopey grin spreads across his face. “hi,” he breathes, altering his stance to give the illusion he isn’t currently fighting to stay upright.
“hello,” you offer a small smile. turning back to neytiri, you tell her the reason for your visit. “your mother requests your presence. she said it’s about your training.”
neytiri sighs, closing her eyes and rolling her neck while contemplating her life choices. her gaze meets yours once again after glancing at jake who was messing with some plants. “could you watch him? you don’t have to teach him anything. just keep him occupied until dinner? i am sure whatever task my mother has prepared for me will not be a quick one and i do not want him alone.”
just as she completes the last sentence, the leaf jake was holding back to examine a bug slipped from his grip, smacking him in the face. neytiri closes her eyes with a slow sigh of exasperation while you fight another laugh. “yes. i can watch him.”
“thank you,” she replies, then hurries off to find her mother.
when jake turnes around and notices neytiri is gone, he makes the most adorable confused face you’ve ever seen. you opt to ease his mind, “her mother needed her. i will keep you company until dinner.”
“oh,” he grins, “okay! what are we doing?” his eagerness is all over his face. if his expression didn’t give him away, his upright tail did.
“what would you like to do?” you speak softly, maintaining eye contact.
somehow, he lights up even more. he begins taking backwards steps towards his desired destination. “i actually saw a waterfa-“ his foot catches on a root, sending him toppling over. he does an odd backward roll before scrambling to his feet. “i’m good! i’m good!”
you cover your mouth to hide your grin while admiring the purple blush growing on his cheeks and ears. you speak after a moment, lowering you hand while you walk to stand at his side. “maybe you should walk forward?”
“yes! yeah that’s-that’s a good idea.” he quickly turns on his heel to resume walking.
“we’re going to the waterfall, yes?”
his eager grin is back, “mmhm. i’ve been wanting to swim but neytiri keep saying no.”
now that wasn’t entirely true. while jake did miss swimming, neytiri took him every week or so. he chose swimming so he can see how you look when water drips over the curves of your body. maybe you’ll even take your clothes off. he tries to disguise his eagerness as excitement to swim, but you can see right through him.
it’s so cute how he thinks he’s so slick. so adorable how he thinks neytiri doesn’t tell you every detail of his training each day when they return. so precious how he thinks he hides his attraction to you well when you’re practically all he asks neytiri about, which she then complains about to you. he’s so stupid and you can’t get him off your mind.
you slip your hand into his, interlocking your fingers. he whips his head toward you, eyes comically wide. you finally allow yourself to laugh at his actions, “for safety. i don’t want you falling again.”
“right. yep. safety.” he echos, his purple blush growing darker.
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once you arrive at the waterfall, you slip your hand from jake’s. he makes a slightly wounded sound in protest, but quickly shuts his mouth when he sees you reach for the string of your top. once the knot is undone, you place the garment on a nearby rock where it won’t get wet. your loincloth follows soon after. glancing over your shoulder, you catch jake gawking at your body. but he’s too busy staring at your newly exposed skin to notice he’s been caught. “jake,” you coo, and his eyes finally snap to yours. “do you not want to swim anymore? with how exited you were i thought you’d be in already.” you tease, reaching for your cloth as if you’re going to put it back on.
“no! i mean yes! yes i still want to swim,” he hurries out while fumbling with the sting of his own loincloth. you slowly walk into the water, adjusting to the cool temperature. once the water reaches just above your belly button, you dive in. it’s been a while since you’ve had a swim, and just for a moment you forget about the man on the shore.
the same man who is trying to hurry into the water while you’re distracted so you don’t catch sight of the effect your body has on his own. the coolness of the water provides some relief to his hot, throbbing cock. but he knows it doesn’t compare to the relief your cunt would be. as much as he wants nothing more than to pound you into tomorrow, you’re one of the few omatikaya who has been kind to him since his arrival. he doesn’t want to do anything to shift your behavior towards him.
what the poor, stupid man doesn’t realize is that the water is crystal clear. and you’re fully callable of opening your eyes while submerged. you heard his speedy entrance and glanced at his form, only to be met with a very pleasant surprise.
you come up for air a few feet away from him, and slowly begin to approach. “jake,” you call, “are you alright? you seem distracted.”
his heart races faster and faster the closer you get, “i-i’m fine.” he croaks. he stands where the water reaches his bellybutton. the moment you rose from the water, your breasts were exposed to the forest breeze. he fights to keep his eyes anywhere but there.
you give him a look of very convincing sympathy. lifting your hand to feel his forehead while your body follows, a measly inch between your skin and his stiff cock. “you’re very hot.” you place your other hand in his shoulder, using it to draw yourself closer. jake can’t bring himself to push you away. the woman he’s been fantasizing about for months is touching him while naked as the day she was born.
you move just a little closer and finally feel the head of his cock press to the skin of your stomach. “oh,” you breath, the sound coming out just as sultry as you’d hoped. “is that what’s wrong?”
he scrambles to respond, still unable to push you away.“i- i’m so sor-“
“would you like some help?” you purr, combing your hand through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp.
he stands frozen for a moment, stuttering out, “i- wh-what?”
“i wouldn’t mind. i’ve liked you for quite a while.” you press closer to his body until your breasts press against his chest.
jake feels like the breath has been knocked from his lungs for the second time today. “you have?”
“mmhm,” you hum, “so would you like my help?”
instead of a verbal response, you’re answered with a desperate, messy kiss. his tongue eagerly licks into your mouth while his hands slide down to your thighs, lifting you up to carry you to the bank. once he feels the soft grass beneath his feet, he drops to his knees, laying you down on the soft ground. his lips don’t break from yours until your back is flat to the floor. eager kisses are planted wherever he can reach as he moves down your body. once he reaches the apex of your thighs, he quickly spreads your legs, pressing your knees pressing to your chest.
“so pretty,” he mumbles, gaze locked on your pussy, “so fucking pretty”
then he’s on you. eager licks and sloppy sucks cover your cunt in his desperation to drink anything and everything he can make your produce. every he moans at your sweet taste, and his cock throbs with your every whimper. his back muscles flex and his tail twitches while he slurps your juices. he swears you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
he pulls away from your cunt, thick, callused fingers quickly replacing his tongue. “been wanin’ta taste you for so long. y’ smell so good. always smell so good. dreamed about how sweet you’d taste.”
you weren’t expecting him to have such a dirty mouth, but you aren’t complaining.
“yr so pretty,” he slurs, drunk off your scent and taste. “so beautiful. gonna look even better with my cock in you. gonna make you feel so good baby. gonna treat you really good for how sweet y’ve been t’ me.”
if only he knew. sure, you were kind to him. but you also teased him relentlessly. his reactions were just so cute, you couldn’t help it. but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. you could feel your high approaching, and you’ll be damned if you say anything that might make him stop before you reach it.
“makin me feel so good jake. so good. just like that.” you praise.
“fuck, fuck ur such a good girl. look at you all spread out f’me.” he whines, two of his fingers pumping in and out of you relentlessly. “gonna make you cum. gonna make you cum so hard.”
he returns to sucking on your clit, adding a third finger. his moans send vibrations directly to your bundle of nerves every time you tug on his short locks. your high hits you perfectly. his skilled fingers and tongue applying the perfect pressure to help you ride it out.
“tha’s it. cum on my face. good girl.” he breathes.
the second he senses you’ve come down from your high, he’s pulling his fingers out to stroke his cock with his slick covered hand while he rises to his knees. quickly lining the head of his cock with your entrance and pushing in. whining with every roll of his hips that forces in another inch of his cock.
he can’t think straight. can’t think of anything but your taste and your smell and your velvet cunt that wraps around his cock so perfectly it’s like you were made for him. he nearly cums when he finally buries himself to the hilt. his gaze breaks from where you meet to look at your face. your pretty pretty face that’s twisted in pleasure. he can’t help but lean down to kiss you, but when your arms wrap around him and and your fingers gently scratch his back and your tongue massages his own, he starts rocking his hips once again. he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. but every time you caress his skin is goes straight to his cock. and you make the prettiest sounds and the prettiest expressions and he just can’t help it.
eventually, the subtle rocks of his hips morph into hard, fast thrusts. he fucks you like an eager bunny. desperate to finally relieve his achy cock. the kiss was broken by your desperate mewls and his broken moans. lips only a breath away. he nuzzles his nose into your cheek, “ur so. fuckin. pretty. baby,” each word punctuated with a harsh thrust. “take it take it take it,” he whines, “so good, good girl.”
it’s obvious to you that he’s just speaking his thoughts out loud, so it’s no surprise that they’re so incoherent. “wanted you so bad ma jake,” you breathe, sliding a hand down to rub your clit, “wanted you for so long.”
jake whines, burrying his head in the crook of your neck. “m’ gonna- gonna cum,” he moans into your skin.
“cum for me ma jake.” you coo, rubbing your clit harder to reach your high. his hips stutter as he pumps you full of his cum. taking shaky breaths and jerking his hips to get every last drop out. you follow soon after, riding it out with him.
he rolls onto his side, pulling you into his chest and nuzzling into your hair while you both catch your breath. once your heart rates have settled a reasonable amount, he speaks, “i can’t believe you’ve liked me for months. i didn’t get that from you at all.”
“don’t take it too hard,” you coo, scratching his scalp, “i wasn’t very obvious.”
“that’s makes me feel better.” he sighs, hugging you tighter.
what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
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valhearts · 2 years
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jjk men who are noisy
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pairings: gojo x reader, geto x reader, nanami x reader, toji x reader, choso x reader, mahito x reader
cw: mentions of creampies, roughish sex, choking, mentions of marking, praises, degrading, blow jobs, overstimulation, gender neutral reader
a/n: i must spread my agenda, i heart noisy men ♡
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Satoru Gojo
When he comes to sex he acts like a porn star. He’s always moaning about how tight you are. He also can’t shut up like at all, but that’s fine you like him like this
All you could get out that night was his name, he had been fucking you into oblivion. The walls of the room echoed the moans and whines that came from you two. His moans were so pretty, you could easily get off from them alone. You had been grabbing his hair to keep yourself steady because of how rough his pace was. “Fuck- I’m so close, can I cum in you?”
Suguru Geto
Geto is noisy in the way he can’t shut up. He always has to say something, he’s a bit too similar to his best friend in this aspect. That’s where the similarities end, Geto doesn’t moan or whimper much, however he does let out an occasional grunt or groan.
Geto smiles as he sees he sight underneath him as he gently wraps his hands around your neck. That night Geto couldn’t shut up about how good he felt and other praises, he enjoyed seeing the disheveled mess he could make out of you. Seeing your small gasps for breath was probably the best part of the night. You could feel his dick twitch in you when he squeezed your neck a bit tighter. “You’re so good for me darling”
Kento Nanami
Nanami has always been a bit of a silent person, never talks much at work or just in general. Well at least when he’s not pounding into you like its the last time he’ll ever see you again
You can still remember all the times your fingernails dug deep into his back, your head buried into his neck, marking him with your bites. All the while, he was trying to hold back whimpers, groans, and moans, all of which felt wonderful on your ears. He was never one for talking but the times he did talk during this were just praises he whispered into your ears, “Ah- you feel wonderful”.
Toji Fushiguro
It’s no secret at all that Toji is noisy, theres no possible way for Toji to shut up during sex. He always has something to say, degrading you for being such a slut, telling you how tight you are, or he badly he wants to fuck you.
He has so many fond memories of you on all fours just for him, letting him fuck you like he was touch starved. His hands holding your hips so tightly as if youd go away if his grip was loose. Biting back any groans or moans seemed pointless to Toji, I mean he’s already balls deep into you. He groans out any dirty thing that comes into his mind. “Heh.. you really are a whore for me”.
Choso Kamo
Choso is the most unintentionally noisiest man you could meet. Any little thing you could do earns a whimper. His whimpers and moans are something you adore. It’s pleasant knowing you absolutely ruin him.
Blowjobs are the easiest way to get noises from Choso. He lets out the prettiest moans and whimpers when he feels your soft lips wrap around his cock. He cups your face and looks at you as if you’re the greatest thing in the whole world. Choso isn’t the chattiest one around but he still stutters out praises for you. “An-Angel you feel so wonderful, pl-please dont stop”.
Mahito
Mahito rivals pornstars when it comes to moaning and the shit he says during sex. His moans sound so fake?? They’re still pretty to hear. Whether his moans are real or not, they’re loud as hell. Mahito is just loud in general, very loud.
Once again, you find yourself allowing Mahito to fuck you like a perverted highschooler. He has came in you far too many times to count, you’re so overstimulated but he still keeps on fucking you. He’s moaning in your ears talking about how you feel so good, how you’re going to make him cum again. His whines grow louder as he’s closer to cumming again. “Ah- im gonna cum again- can we pleasee have one more round pretty please!”
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wolfjackle-creates · 7 months
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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 13
Happy Wednesday! This arc is over 20k already. How many of you didn't realize that? I've got a longer segment for you this week. There wasn't really a good place to end it and this brings us to the end of the scene. If you like banter, this segment is for you.
Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.
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Jeremy couldn’t help but add, “Be sure to mention us to your dad, Timothy. It’s been ages since we’ve last been able to meet at a gala!”
“Yes, sir,” said Tim. Not that he’d be following through. Assholes. Danny pushed him up a wide staircase that framed the entranceway to get to the second floor.
“Exactly like my parents,” he told Sam.
“I swear, if I didn’t have Gradma Ida, I’d go insane. My room’s this way.”
Sam’s room was so large that not only did she have a double bed and vanity, but also a couch and enough cushions that they were all able to spread out comfortably. Tim and Danny took beanbag chairs next to each other. His friends took the couch while Tucker took a space on the floor and promptly pulled out a laptop and two PDAs. Sam settled in a rocking chair.
Tim laid out the goodies they’d gotten from the corner store. “We brought snacks.”
Sam grabbed a bag of chips. “Thanks. So what’s on the agenda for the night?”
Cassie asked, “Is there anything we can do about the ghosts?”
Danny buried his face in his hands. “I don’t know. I can’t get a close enough read on them to see where any are. And there’s so many that even if I knock one out of a human, another would just take it’s place.”
“Any idea what they might be after?” asked Tim. “The ones last night were wearing uniforms like police officers. And we saw the news report from your school earlier. That one looked like a werewolf.”
“He was wearing a collar,” added Bart. “And his outfit also appeared to be a uniform of some sort, though not a police one.”
All of them stared at Bart.
“You don’t think he was there willingly,” said Sam.
Bart shrugged. “Didn’t look that way to me.”
Danny groaned and leaned over until he was resting his head on Tim’s shoulder. “What am I supposed to do with that? What do I do if he’s not here to attack the town?”
Tim wrapped his arm around Danny to hold him steady. “How much sleep were you able to get between last night and now?”
“Unno,” mumbled Danny. “Three, four hours?”
Cassie clicked her tongue at him. “How about you get some rest tonight and we can figure it out tomorrow. We’ll take the night in shifts and if there’s a large-scale attack again, we’ll wake you up.”
Tim sighed. “Much as I hate to admit it, Cassie’s right. You need to sleep.”
Danny snorted into his neck and Tim couldn’t help the way his cheeks heated at the feel of his breath. “Like you’re one to talk.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tim rolled his eyes. “We all know I’m not a good role model. Do as Alfred says, not as I do.”
“Wayne family moto!” Conner teased. Tim gave him the finger.
“Just one thing to do first,” said Bart.
“Yeah,” added Tucker. “I need to fix up Conner’s phone.”
“Two things, then,” amended Bart.
“What’s the other thing?” asked Sam. “I feel like I’m out of the loop.”
Cassie leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. “The Fentons gave us a tour of the lab. We want to arrange a system to get Danny out of Amity if things go bad.”
Tim noted how both Tucker and Sam tensed and exchanged a look. Then Sam nodded. “We’re in. And since you are who you are, which, Danny, we will be talking about how you kept Justice League connections from us later, we’ll trust you to be able to do it.”
“Don’t be mad at him,” protested Tim. “I made him promise to keep my secrets. It wasn’t safe for him to discuss it.”
Tucker waved a hand in the air. “We understand. Doesn’t mean we’re not frustrated with him. Don’t worry about it, though. Your secret’s safe with us.”
Tim bit his lip. “Please. It’s vitally important for my family’s safety that nothing gets out.”
Conner snorted. “Plus Batman would murder you dead if he found out you let anything slip.”
Tim groaned. “Don’t remind me. I’ll have so much paperwork. And would probably be benched for forever.”
Bart laughed and flicked a chip at him. “We’d kidnap you and help you prepare a new hero identity!”
With Danny still leaning on him, Tim couldn’t even catch the projectile and it hit him on the forehead. “I’ll take you up on that if I ever do get benched permanently.”
Sam cleared her throat. “As amusing as this all is, what’s the plan with Danny?”
Danny groaned, but didn’t move. “I don’t need one, guys. It’s not as bad as you think.”
Bart snorted. “Dude, your parents showed us an iron maiden.”
Danny shook his head. “Dad’s the only one who’s been shut up in that. And that was for threatening me and Jazz with it.”
“Um… what?” asked Cassie. “Why does everything you say make me feel more concerned?”
Tucker spoke around a mouthful of jerky. “Because his parents are mad scientists.”
Sam nodded. “No one lives in the houses on either side of his. And the value of every building on the street has plummeted due to proximity.”
Cassie shook her head. “How the hell have they been allowed to do all that? And why haven’t their driver’s licenses been revoked? We saw how they drove that tank of theirs.”
Tucker snorted. “No cop or city official is brave enough to go up to Jack ‘I can run through brick walls’ Fenton and tell him he’s not allowed to do something.”
Sam laughed. “And even if they were, Maddie Fenton has a blackbelt and will hold a grudge.”
“Last night it also seemed like she knows her way around that arsenal she’s got,” said Tim.
“Yeah,” said Danny. “Mom’s the one you’ve got to watch out for when my parents go on the hunt.”
“Okay.” Tim was already thinking up ways to neutralize them. “Us four should be able to handle them. What about Jazz? Is she someone we’d have to worry about?”
Danny pushed himself up and made sure Tim could see him rolling his eyes. “Jazz would never do anything to hurt me.” It was clear Danny believed his statement completely. And, honestly? After all the stories Danny’d told him and meeting Jazz in person, Tim was inclined to believe him. Though Danny wasn’t done. “And my parents would stop if they had any idea I was Phantom.”
Neither Tim nor Danny was as certain about that statement. Glancing around, everyone else seemed to have the same doubts.
“Well,” said Tim. “You know me. And I’ve told you about B. ‘Backup plans’ is my middle name. I’ll feel more comfortable if we have one.”
“Fine.” Danny flopped over until he was laying across Tim’s lap. “But don’t expect me to help.”
Now it was Tim’s turn to roll his eyes, but his fingers were gentle as they brushed through Danny’s hair. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. So, it’s Maddie we’ll have to outsmart. I doubt Jack’s strength is any match for Conner or Cassie.”
“I can get you access to the Fenton house,” said Tucker gesturing to his laptop. “Even if they activate the home defense system.”
Tim nodded. “Thanks. I’ll also get you communicators so you can reach me in case of an emergency.”
“Perfect,” said Sam. “We’ve each other’s cell numbers, too.”
“Yep,” said Tim. “But phones should only be used for civilian identities. If you need the help of heroes, please use the communicators. It’s best to keep things as separate as possible.”
Conner nudged Tim’s foot with his own. “Yep. Tim here won’t let us refer to him by name when he’s in costume. Even if we’re all alone in our own base behind two dozen layers of security.”
“Need I remind you who trained me?”
Cassie laughed. “He’s even worse. You should hear my aunt go on about him.”
Tucker was watching them with interest. “Who’s your aunt?”
Bart disappeared from his spot only to reappear next to Tucker to whisper in his ear.
Tucker’s eyes widened and he stared at Cassie in wonder. “That is so cool! Could you get me an autograph?”
Cassie laughed. “Why so surprised? You know who I am. Did you think I wouldn’t know her?”
Tucker blushed. “Yeah, well. Excuse me for being distracted by the ghost invasion we’re dealing with.”
Tim cleared his throat. “I think we’re getting off topic. Now, we have a way into the Fenton house. Tucker, could you get us all the way into the lab?”
“Easily. I’m fully in all their systems and they’ve no idea.”
“How will we know he’s in trouble?” asked Bart.
Tim bit his lip. “Danny and I already have a system in place where if we don’t hear from each other within seven days without prior warning, we reach out to someone. For me, it’s B’s butler. For him, it’s you Tucker.” He nudged Danny only to realize he had passed out his lap. Tim couldn’t help the fond smile he gave and shook his head. “Tomorrow I’ll propose decreasing that to three or four days.”
Conner nodded. “If none of us hear from one of you for more than four days, we’ll come. Probably me, Bart, or Cassie since we can travel faster.”
Tim grimaced, but nodded. Sometimes it really sucked being the only baseline human in the group.
Bart gave a thumbs up. “I can usually be somewhere in minutes if I’m not tied up doing something else!”
Sam looked them over critically. “You know he’s gonna insist that goes both ways. If you guys don’t check in, he’ll go to you if he can.”
Tucker began typing away on his laptop. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. I’m setting up alerts on the Fenton lab. If they start recording any experiments on an actual ghost, I’ll get a notification. If there’s any indication it’s Phantom, I can have the alert forwarded to you.”
Tim nodded. “Good. Do that.” He looked at his team. “We’ve seen the Fenton’s weapons and some of their fighting skills by now. I don’t think we’ll have any issues subduing them if necessary.”
“Nah,” agreed Cassie. “We can handle them.”
Back to Sam and Tucker, Tim asked, “Do we know what their weapons can do to humans? What risks they pose?”
Sam grimaced. “The small blasters are fine. But some of the bigger weapons? Like the bazooka or the missiles? Those have caused damage to the roads and buildings beyond what the ghosts do.”
“Have there been any casualties?” asked Cassie.
Tucker shook his head. “No. Thank God. It’s all been property damage so far.”
Sam nudged him. “Not quite. You’re forgetting Wes’s brother. Jack broke his arm two weeks ago when he shot at the Box Ghost and knocked over the pile of bricks that was being used to rebuild Mr. Nguyen’s store.”
“Ugh, right. I think I was trying to block that debacle from my mind.”
Tim sighed and shook his head. “I knew it was bad, but Danny really downplayed it.”
Sam shrugged. “Yeah, well, this is life in Amity right now.”
“I suppose so.” Tim looked down at Danny who was frowning even in his sleep. “I think I’m gonna get him in a bed. Where will we be sleeping?”
“Probably a good idea,” agreed Sam. “Do you want to share a room?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind. We haven’t had any one-on-one time yet. Which is a shame for our first in-person meeting!” Tim laughed and ignored the looks his friends were shooting him as well as the grins Sam and Tucker were exchanging. “Though with our lives, I should’ve expected something like this rather than a purely civilian meeting.”
Sam laughed. “Yeah, probably. This is about par for the course for us. Take the room across the hall. If you need the bathroom, if you exit my room, turn left and it’s two doors down on this side of the hall.”
Tim shifted so he could lift Danny up. Despite the shuffling, Danny didn’t open his eyes, though he did grumble indistinct protests.
“Just getting you in a bed,” said Tim.
Conner grabbed the bag that had their belongings in it and opened the doors for Tim. While Tim settled Danny in the bed, even having to remove shoes and socks, Conner separated their things so he would have everything he needed.
“Thanks, Kon.”
“Anytime, Tim. Get some rest yourself, okay?”
Tim huffed a laugh. “Sleep is for the weak.”
Conner shook his head. “You say that and yet at the end of basically every mission, you pass out for twelve hours and are useless for two days.”
Tim stuck out his tongue. “I do have homework to do. And I want to keep my eye on the local news channels. And I need to check in with Bruce again before he flips. Let me know when your phone is working?”
“Will do. See you tomorrow.”
“Night.”
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So! They now have a working system for how to find out if Danny's in trouble and to get him out. Hopefully they won't have to use it! (I mean, we all know where this is going. I presume you've all read the original prompt and fill that started this mess.)
Also, thanks to a comment on the last post, I wanted to clarify the relationships in this fic. If you've gotten Core Four (Tim/Kon/Cassie/Bart) vibes from this... Yeah. You did. If you've gotten Everlasting Trio (Danny/Sam/Tucker) vibes from this... Yeah. You did. I'm going to write those groups as a sorta QPR. Eventually, we will have romantic Danny/Tim (hence I've been tagging this Dead Tired) on top of those QPRs, but that won't really happen for a while. First Danny will date Val and Tim will date Steph. Danny will have another relationship, too, that I'm keeping secret for now. None of those are likely to get any page time as I am planning a time skip after this arc. But they will be referenced by characters. The actual Danny/Tim won't happen until after the rescue scene from the original fill. (Which I'm sure you can imagine will be changed quite drastically now that all these characters know each other.)
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cripple-woe · 6 months
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PLEASE READ THIS IF YOU CAN SO YOU CAN KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO TRANSGENDER PEOPLE, POOR PEOPLE AND LEFTISTS IN THE UK RIGHT NOW!
Don’t let Rishi Sunaks current agenda fool you. While he is blaming transgender people for things that aren’t even problems (fun fact: more MP’s have been reported assaulting people in the bathroom than transgender people) you need to be aware of what he is doing.
The price of oil has surged 30% since June,
They are trying to ban protest and free speech,
4.2 Million children (29% of children in the uk) are living in poverty,
The inflation rate is 6.7+.
While people are starving, while kids are going to school with broken shoes and empty bellies, this man is ignoring it and complaining about how he doesn’t like transgender people. He will continue to ignore real issues and harass transgender people so that you don’t notice all of the things going wrong.
He’s banned people from hospital wards that match their gender identity, meaning many trans people may avoid being hospitalised when they need to because they will be put on the wrong ward, which may mean people don’t get the healthcare they need and may even DIE.
In the past five years, hate crimes against transgender people have gone up 186%.
Over 300 transgender people have been murdered in the last year.
Trans people are 770% more likely to commit suicide, mostly because of this cruel persecution from the government and society.
Taking away the rights and ruthlessly persecuting and attacking a group of people who only make up 0.5% of the population is fucking ridiculous. Trans people have done nothing wrong.
Rishon Sunak is a fucking fascist, the whole Tory party are fucking fascists, and if you vote for them you’re also a fascist.
Oh, and by the way, because I’m a very intense leftist, this could be sent to my college and they can send me to a radicalisation/terrorism course for expressing my political views about you know… not wanting to be killed by the governments cruel policies. Yes, you heard that right. If you are communist, anarchist or even just too intensely left for their liking, they can shove you into a radicalisation programme and forcefully influence your views. This country is going to hell and we can’t keep ignoring it.
They are also freezing income and National insurance tax meaning most people will be getting pushed up into a higher tax bracket that they just cannot afford, the rise in tax will be unpredictable and most likely more than the current tax, on this monetary note, our knife crime has risen 80% no doubt because of inflation and cost of living creating a higher general crime rate and therefore increasing this crime alongside it.
This section is directed to the Americans: please help spread this word. Many of us in the UK are reblogging and raising the alarm for you. Please, do the same for us. We are quickly falling into parallel situations, and people seem to have no clue what’s happening in the UK despite the fact it’s no secret.
~ Thank you.
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hwangyeddeongie · 1 month
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hey! do you have any yeji nsfw hcs? she’s been driving me crazy lately 😵‍💫
Aww yisss my first anon! Welcome :) (also yes, when does yeji NOT drive us crazy)
CW: smut. Men and minors DNI. I suggest going to find something angstier or fluffier :)
I’ve never done a hc format before so I hope this doesn’t suck lol
(I’m the #1 believer in switch!yeji even though @ddeongies might disagree with me so switch!yeji it is 😈)
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-first sub yeji cos she’s literally my baby
-literally such a softie both in bed and out of it
-takes care of you soooo well
-her favourite thing is being eaten out, like there’s nothing better for her
-thinks the sight of your head between her legs is one of the sexiest things ever
-blushes a lot
-like a LOT
-you look up from eating her out and she’ll turn bright red
-super loud but tries to hide it by stuffing her fingers in her mouth or biting her fist
-her eyes will start to flutter closed but she forces herself to keep them open cos she loves looking at you
-she 100% wants to make you feel good too, like she won’t be satisfied until she makes you come
-even if she’s overstimulated to the point of pain, she won’t stop moving against you until you come
-if you use a strap on her, she likes to ride
-she’ll put her forehead on yours or on your shoulder and absolutely grab at your hair
-if you grab her hips while she’s on top of you. oh my god. she’ll whimper SO loud
-be prepared for her to bite you, especially to muffle her moans
-speaking of moans
-she literally makes the prettiest noises?? 🥺
-all high and whiny and breathless she really makes it known you’re making her feel good
-not really talkative? like she’s very loud but poor baby can barely make a single coherent thought and you’re literally fucking her silly
-at least when she’s bottoming
-which brings me to (drumroll please)
-dom yeji 🧎‍♀️
-SO cocky
-like it’s a complete 180 from when she’s in her sub space
-she can still be shy though cos she’s yeji and she flusters really easily (and I said so >:<)
-here is where I insert my yeji oppa agenda
-has a HUGE daddy kink
-call her oppa/daddy? two possible outcomes:
-1: she’ll get super blushy and shy and bury her head in your shoulder
-2: she’ll smirk and adjust the angle she’s fucking you at to make you SCREAM
-“you make me feel so good, daddy.” “Mmh, gonna make me come, oppa.” SHE GOES ABSOLUTELY FERAL
-loves to point out how much you want her
-“you’re so wet already, baby. All of this for me?” “I’ve barely done anything and you’re already begging?” “be a good girl for daddy and tell me how good I make you feel” 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️
-her strap game is out of this world do I even have to say it
-her favourite position is you under her with your legs spread cos she loves to see your face when you come
-she’ll also show off her strength to you cos she knows it turns you on
-she’ll fuck you against the wall just holding you up with her hands because she’s daddy like that
-won’t rest until you can’t say anything except her name and maybe “daddy”
-regardless of if she’s top or bottom, she’ll ALWAYS say “I love you”, when she’s coming, when you’re coming, when she’s kissing you
-she just loves you a lot :(
-now onto aftercare
-so so soft
-if she was topping, she’ll lay you down gently and go get you a glass of water and a warm towel to clean you off
-if she’s completely fucked out she’ll curl into your side and put her head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat
-will always cuddle you to death
-she will literally cry if you try to leave the bed
-if you have to go to the bathroom she’ll follow you all pouty and wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito
-loves showering with you afterwards and massaging shampoo into your hair
-if you’re both not too tired this will probably lead to another round in the shower
-didn’t mention this earlier but she LOVES hickies and will leave them any chance she gets
-loves to admire them when you’re both lying in bed, still panting
-she’ll trace them with her fingers and kiss them 😭
-because she’s an idol, she can’t really let you leave any on her (which makes her so sad) but she’ll let you mark her up in…discreet places
-(around her breasts, on her lower hips, and her inner thighs)
-this also goes for you if you’re also an idol
-sometimes you’ll leave a very obvious hickey smack on her neck if you’re feeling territorial
-she’ll whine and complain about it but she secretly loves it
-you know because she makes no effort to cover it up the next morning and literally shows it off at work
-anyway I’m a sucker for hickies but LETS MOVE ON
-when you wake up (sore, obviously) it’ll be from her peppering kisses all over your face
-she’ll say “good morning baby” in that deep, raspy voice of hers (save me omg)
-which inevitably turns you on and leads to another round
-(see this is why I could never date her because I would never let the poor woman leave the bed)
-she’ll be SUPER gentle though, since you’re both extra sensitive in the mornings
-you’ll make breakfast since we all know yeji cannot be alone in the kitchen
-she’ll give you back hugs while you cook and keep kissing the back of your neck
-she’s just very clingy okay :(
-if she has to go to work she’ll give you a long, deep kiss that leaves you breathless
-throws out an “I love you!” as she walks out the door + her notorious eye smile
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No thoughts rn only sannie holding it in all day not being able to go to the bathroom and you dont understand why he is all whiny today until you notice him moving his legs together trying to hold it in as best as he can and you realize why he has been all squeamish and whiny so you step on his cock until he relieves himself bc it hurts so good uwu (u dont have to post this btw, im on anon bc i am slightly embarassed)
- jenna
jenna im gonna lose my marbles !!!! subby masochist san makes me wanna eat my fist AND you snuck the piss kink in there?????? youuuuuu 🫵🏼 you’re the enabler not meeeee anyways don’t hold me personally responsible for what happens underneath this cute little barbed wire <33 also please don’t be embarrasseddd this ask was so hot dude 😵‍💫
(warnings: sub! san, dom! reader, piss kink obv, mommy kink, small cock san agenda, foot play)
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As your boyfriend sat down on the couch next to you, you couldn’t help but notice that he cracked open yet another water bottle and brought it to his plush pink lips. “You’re still thirsty?” you perused, watching your boyfriend take long, deliberate gulps, eyeing the way he gripped one of his thick thighs, his fingers squeezing into it through his thin gray sweatpants.
“What do you mean, baby?” San questioned aloofly, wiping the liquid away from his mouth and letting out a small groan, his legs tensing up.
You tilted your head to the side, looking him in the eye. “That’s the third water bottle you’ve drank and it’s only been a couple hours. Aren’t you full?”
San’s eyes dilated in real time, licking at his bottom lip, before slowly sitting back against the couch, automatically spreading his arms along the top to appear as casual as he could. “I’m pretty full now, yeah.”
Not thinking much of it, you turned back to the TV screen, your attention staying on the show you were watching until you began to hear small whimpers coming from beside you, concerning you enough to break concentration.
San was sitting with his legs pressed together and his back slightly arched off of the couch, both hands on his upper thighs and clutching them. He felt your gaze and returned it, his cheeks rosy pink and his brown eyes glossy.
“What’s wrong, Sannie?” you asked softly, biting at your bottom lip, feeling your heart begin to pick up the pace.
“N-nothing, baby,” your boyfriend replied, weakly shaking his head, strands of his parted golden hair beginning to stick to his forehead. He squirmed around a bit, gritting his teeth. His tummy felt so full, like he was about to burst, and it didn’t help that you were staring him down. He swore he was about to fall apart in front of you. Make a mess all over himself and the couch. It made his cock twitch.
“You have to pee, don’t you, Sannie?” You turned your body to face him completely, lifting one of your feet up and resting it on San’s knee, slowly sliding it up along his thigh, feeling his muscles tighten up underneath the sole of your foot. “You’re being a naughty boy and holding it on purpose, huh?”
“N-no, I swear, I’m a good boy,” he whined, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. “I’m just–aahhh…!” San couldn’t think all of a sudden. All he could focus on was the weight of your foot pushing down onto his small soft cock and balls, sending a zap of pleasurable pain into his lower abdomen. He had to go. Bad.
“Oh, you’re a good boy, huh? Then why are you getting so wet for Mommy already?” you challenged, sliding your foot up and over his cock, covering it completely due to how petite it was. Pre-cum was already staining the material of his pants, making you beam with pride.
San let out a small whimper, unable to keep himself from lowering his sweatpants and revealing his twitching cock, his lower abdomen visibly distended. “I cant help it, Mommy. Please take care of me.”
“I’ll take care of you, Sannie. Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing,” you reassured him softly, despite the pressure you were putting on his slick cock, the pad of your foot moving upwards and pressing downwards into his pelvis.
“Oh my god,” San moaned, tossing his head back into the couch, pressing his own hand against his tummy when you went back to stimulating his cock. He reached over for your hand, your fingers interlocking, looking up at you past his wispy eyelashes. “I-i’m gonna make a mess, Mommy. Let me make a mess for you.”
“Oh, yeah? How bad do you want it?”
“I wanna pee so bad, Mommy. Please step harder,” your boyfriend begged, a bit of drool slipping past his lips, squirming more and more underneath you, his breath growing ragged. He was so close to feeling complete and utter bliss that he lifted his hips up from the couch, continuously rolling them into the bottom of your foot.
Stepping down harder and moving your foot back and forth like you were trying to get something off of it, you noticed San’s moans and whimpers starting to crescendo, a look of bliss in his watery eyes. You reached forward and lifted up the hem of his t-shirt, stuffing it into his mouth to watch his abs grow taut against his sweat-covered skin as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, the muscles in his upper arms straining the closer he got to relieving himself.
“Isch schpilling out, Mommy…!” San cried out in a muffled voice, biting down into his t-shirt, his back arching painfully as a fountain of almost clear liquid began to shoot out of his reddened cock, slowly covering himself in his own release. Once the heavy flow turned into a slow trickle and eventually stopped, he collapsed down and sunk into the couch, panting heavily, his sweatpants now dark gray and heavy with his piss.
“My messy boy,” you cooed affectionately, squeezing his hand and rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. When he looked over at you with a clouded gaze and flushed cheeks, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss onto his lips. “Let’s get you in the shower.”
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winner takes all
or: How Ice became Rebel’s godfather
like father, like daughter masterlist
warnings: this takes place during the brief time Ice and Mav worked at Top Gun together, a little angsty, Mav doubts if he’s good enough for his daughter but it’s brief, icemav if you squint because i’ve got an agenda
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He raps on the door of his co-instructor’s office. "Ice.” 
The blond lifts his head from the paperwork he’s looking over, grinning when he sees him. “Hey Mitchell. Headed out for the day?” 
He nods, taking a tentative step into the room. “Yeah, I just had a quick question for you about my kiddo.” 
Ice chuckles, putting his pen into the holder on the desk. “How’s she doing?” 
Maverick shrugs. “Pretty good. Lost her first tooth yesterday, so we got a visit from the tooth fairy last night.” 
“Good for the little rascal. Well, what’s your question?” 
“Do you want- Well, would you- Would you be her godfather?” 
He finds himself unable to keep Ice’s eyes, falling to the clock behind him as it falls silent in the room. The longer Ice takes to respond, each second ticking by, he scrambles to pull himself together, to apologize for asking, to forget about it-
“What would she need a godfather for? She’s got you.” Ice says, standing up from his desk. He shrugs, averting his gaze to the floor. 
“You know, I just- I just want to know that if something happens to me-”
“Nothing’s going to happen to you.” Ice says firmly, a finality in his tone he usually can’t argue with. 
He continues on like Ice didn’t say anything. “-and I don’t come back down, she’s got someone on the ground to take care of her and I can’t really put that kind of ask on Carole, not after-” He stops, swallowing. “Well, she loves you anyways, so you felt like the obvious choice.” 
“Where’s her mother? She shouldn’t she be around for this kind of thing?” He says with a wave of his hand. 
That earns Ice his gaze, scowling as he raises his head. “I hope Natalie never comes back into the picture, because if she does it’s going to be because she’s trying to take my daughter from me.” 
Ice is silent again and Maverick watches the minutes tick by, growing more uncomfortable with the time that passes every second. 
“Look, don’t feel pressured to say yes or anything, you don’t even have to- to think about it.” He pauses as his eyes flicker back to Ice, the tall man frowning. “Actually, forget I asked.” 
-
The doorbell rings. 
“Brad, that’s Ice, would you go grab it?” He asks, the vegetables sizzling on the stove. The boy nods, slipping off the chair, Hardy Boys book in hand. It’s only a few more minutes before Ice appears in the kitchen doorway, Bradley’s nose still tucked into his book. 
“Guess, I’m not worth saying hi to anymore.” He chuckles. 
Maverick shakes his head. “Don’t mind him, he’s had his head in that thing since we left the library this afternoon.” 
“Uncle Icee!” His kid screeches and Ice turns, barely catching the toddler barricading into his knee. Ice reaches down, picking her up as a wide grin spreads across his face. 
“Hi kiddo. You’re awfully dirty.” He glances up from the food on the stove to see his kid covered in dirt. Her hands, which look oddly sticky, make messy work of pushing her hair out of her face. 
“Playing pirate outside with Batman.” He hears the dog in question come in through the sliding glass door of the Bradshaw home, Carole following. She appears in the kitchen doorway a moment later. 
“Hi Tom.” She says, offering him a warm smile. 
“Hi Carole. How are you?” 
“Good. Mav, you're burning the broccoli. Move.” She grabs the spatula out of his hand, nudging him away from the stove and he follows, leaning up against the opposite countertop as Ice watches his kid chatter excitedly, an enthusiastic smile on his face he nods along. 
As Carole finishes the food, his daughter tugs Ice to the table, demanding he sit right next to her. 
He quietly observes the way Ice goes willingly, the way Ice listens to everything she has to say, and even eats the broccoli off her plate so she doesn’t have to. 
“He give you an answer yet?” Carole whispers as they watch their kids help Ice clean up dinner, Ice insisting he do the dishes since they cooked for him. 
He shakes his head. “I wish he would. He’d be good for her.” 
Carole sighs, looking at him. “Not any better than you are for her, Mav.” He shrugs and Carole sighs again. “Oh c’mon Mav, that girl loves you and she would be lost without you.”
He tilts his head, conceding to her words. “She needs someone who can look after her and I can’t give her that. You know I don’t want to stay at Miramar-” 
“Mom! Can we have a sleepover?” Bradley asks as Ice lifts him up to sit on the counter next to his daughter. “Please! Tt’s Saturday and I want to stay up watching Scooby Doo cartons.” 
Carole shrugs. “Up to Mav.”
He sighs, shooting the woman a glare. “Why do I have to be the bad guy?” 
“Dad!” His daughter whines, pouting. He sighs as Ice chuckles, all knowing he folds anytime she makes those eyes at him. 
“Honey, you’re filthy.” 
She shrugs. “So?”
“So I’m not going to let you dirty up Carole’s house. Plus, I’m sure Ice wants to get out here.” 
“Don’t drag me into this Mitchell.” Ice says, pointing a soapy fork at him. 
“How about this? We go home and get you a bath and next Saturday you and Brad can have a sleepover then?” 
His daughter sighs, crossing her arms. “Fineee.”
-
There’s a sharp knock on his office door. “Mitchell.” 
He glances up from the box he’s packing. “Hey Ice.” 
“Hear you’re leaving.” 
He shrugs, avoiding eye contact with the man. “You know how it is, head in the clouds, all that.”
“I’ll do it.” 
He pauses, toy airplane Bradley had given him sitting heavy in his hand. “Do what?” 
“I’ll be her godfather.” 
He shakes his head, setting the plane down in the box. “You don’t gotta do that just cause I’m leaving Ice. She’s in good hands, Carole’s watching her. Bradley’s thrilled.” 
“You’re right that she needs someone on the ground looking out for her.” 
He shrugs, setting the lid on top of the box. “It’s still a huge ask. I shouldn’t have asked that of you.” 
“Do you not want me to be her godfather?” Ice says with a frown. 
He’s quiet for a moment, eyes remaining on the wooden desk. Finally, he sighs. “You’re good for her Ice. And she loves you so much.” 
“Maverick, I adore your daughter and I have ever since she dubbed me Uncle Icee at Goose’s funeral.” Ice takes a tentative step into the room. “But I am not her father and I would never take that from you.” 
“I know.” 
Because he does, knows Ice loves his kid, loves Bradley, but he would never overstep. 
But sometimes he wishes he would. Overstep, fight him for his daughter, because Lord knows Ice could give everything he can’t to his daughter. 
“Maverick, raising a kid isn’t just about being the best parent all of time. It's about doing right by your kids, making sure they’re growing up happy and loved and safe.” Ice takes another step closer to him. “Is she happy?” 
“She is.” 
“Is she safe?” 
“Of course.” 
“Is she loved?”
“Absolutely.” 
“Then you’re doing enough for your kid.” 
He gives the man a watery chuckle. “When’d you get so smart about all this parenting shit, huh?” 
Ice claps him on the back. “Gotta stay single to impart all my wisdom on to you.” Ice sighs, his hand falling from his back. “I’ll be her godfather on the condition that you do right by your kid in always coming home.” Ice fixes him with a stare. “Your daughter deserves to grow up with her father. Don’t lose yourself so much up there that you don’t come back down here.” 
Ice’s words stay with him the rest of his life. 
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A Certain Comic: Sheldon Cooper X Male Reader
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Short, shy, and sweet. I did pick my favorite comic run to feature in this conversation, but it's not very plot relevant. I chose for them to bond over Pied Piper because Sheldon's favorite hero is the Flash and Piper is apart of his rouge gallery and is gay in comics and adaptations. So it's a bit of a hint as to their intentions for this comic sharing. Enjoy!
The comic book store is a comfort. Despite the public-ness of the place, there is never too much actual interaction. The owner tends to overshare, but most of the patrons keep to themselves the way nerds do. Noses in comics, eyes down unless something big is happening. The last time you saw a girl walk into the store everyone looked like meerkats.
Even with all of the quirks of the comic nerds it’s just nice to have a place where people keep to themselves. Most days, at least.
“Excuse me.”
To your right you find a tall, skinny man in a Flash shirt. You’ve seen him around, he’s the weird one everyone talks about. Talking to someone you don’t know wasn’t exactly on your agenda today.
“Can I, uh, can I help you?”
“You have the issue of Injustice I want.”
He looks at you as if he expects something.
“It’s not hard to find.”
“Well, yes,” He fidgets on his feet. “However, Stuart informed me that’s the only one he has.”
“Right.”
There’s a moment of silence where he raises his eyebrow. “So I want it.”
“Sorry, uh, you could find a PDF online.”
He gasps. “And deprive myself of that sensational feeling of holding the fresh comic in my hands, I think not.”
“Look, this is the one where Pied Piper shows up. So I’m getting it.”
He brightens up, “Pied Piper is why I want to read it.”
“Oh.” You nod. “Uh, well, maybe Stuart will order it for you.”
His lips form a thin line for a moment before he gasps. “I know what we can do.”
“What’s that?” The smile on his face spreads onto yours.
“I only say this because you, like I, recognise that the Pied Piper is one of the better Flash villains. But, you could purchase the comic and let me read it over Thai food.”
“Why Thai food?”
“It’s Monday. Monday is Thai food night.”
“I see. Will you be buying the Thai food?”
He hums. “I suppose it would be a fair trade.”
“Okay then, I’ll just, uh, go buy it then.”
Across the store, standing around the bins, three nerds are baffled.
“Did Sheldon just ask that guy out on a date?” Raj finds his fingers frozen, mid flicking through the box of comics.
“I think so.” Leonard crinkles his brow.
“Huh.” Is all Howard can muster.
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Anything For You
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Requested by : @beenicejoy
Y/N loves Natasha, so much so that she was willing to spread herself incredibly thin for her to be able to experience a taste of happiness. Y/N fails to see Nat’s happiness is quite dependent on her, and it all comes to a head when someone gets a bit sicky.
I’m ass at summaries, please just enjoy my spin on a sick fic 😂
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Natasha knew her life was going to be different, becoming an Avenger and all, especially since she'd be remaining on at Shield as an agent. What she never anticipated was for it to actually become easier.
———
Every other weekend she holds a crash course training for the newer agents for Shield, and then every other she decides to try something new since she's off, besides the occasional mission, or earth shattering dilemma. She's always preferred to keep busy, but with how much free time she'd had recently, and with a push from you, she's taken a different approach to filling her free time by exploring the world.
Which is why she's currently pestering you to go clubbing with her on this lovely Friday evening. Clubbing is foreign grounds to the assassin, who's only ever been to the bars as an agent, or former spy. Honestly though, she misses you, and there's no one she'd rather experience a night out on the town with.
"But Y/N/N.... I'm wearing my best dress..." She pleads, with a pouty lip, and you have to avert your gaze to avoid a fluttering heart.
"Nat, I told you, I have a mission tomorrow and need to study up on it." You lie to the spy, and her pout deepens at your supposed excuse.
"You work too much, you're starting to get worry lines..."
"Is that your way of telling me I'm getting wrinkles? It's called aging gracefully Nat, not all of us are blessed to be supermodel gorgeous."
Natasha blushes slightly at your sideways compliment, before brushing it off and continuing with the pleading.
"No, it's my way of saying you need to live a little, and what better way than getting absolutely trashed with me tonight?"
"One hour, and no 'trashing' will be happening." You reluctantly concede, and your heart then skips a beat at the sound of her overzealous squeals.
"Perfect! I already picked this outfit out for you!" With a playful eye roll, and hesitant feeling in your stomach, you entered the bathroom to change into the incredibly tight clothing.
Clubbing is honestly the last thing you needed to be doing, but you hardly find yourself able to say no to the assassin, especially not when she pouts. Who cares—you did—if you had a stack of papers piled up on your desk that's nearly towering over you, or an array of missions left for you to assign, oh, and let's not forget the training of newer agents you have to lead tomorrow, it'll be okay...
Natasha's one of the hardest working people you'd ever met, and when she saved the world a few months back, then immediately went on more missions, you took notice that it was because she'd known nothing else outside of it. Forced to do the bidding of those too weak to handle their sinful affairs themselves, and then having to live with the unbearable guilt of it all. To now, dedicating herself to a far greater cause that is sadly, in its own way, still run by spineless idiots with agendas.
You've already lived a life of frivolity before all of this, so you'd do anything you can to ensure Natasha has a chance to do the same, even if that meant running yourself incredibly thin.
The both of you entered the booming night club, the bright lights nearly blinding you as Natasha drags your reluctant form towards the bar.
"Two shots of vodka please." Natasha answers the bartender, then turns to you with a wide, expectant smile.
You were stood beside her with your back leaning against the bar, while silently observing the ever growing crowd of people. Natasha silently rolls her eyes at your rigid stance, looking as if this was just another mission, and these drunken idiots were your perps.
"I feel like it's been forever since we've gotten to have some fun together Y/N/N..." Natasha whines, emphasizing the 'fun' in an attempt to remind you why you're here.
You turn to her with an apologetic smile while taking the shot glass from her outstretched hand.
"Well, I'm sorry darling, I've just been really busy is all..."
Natasha's heart speeds up at the simple term of endearment, feeling that same slurry of emotions run through her whenever you let one slip out in relation to her.
"Need me to talk to Fury? He sort of loves me, so I'm sure I could convince him to lighten your load.." She teases before throwing back her shot.
"No!" You answer back a bit too harshly as you throw the shot back, then wince at the burn and your previous tone.
Natasha slyly threw up a peace sign, hinting to the bartender that she'd like another round, while she waited for you to recover.
"No thank you Natty. I'm more than okay, it's really just my poor time management is all." You repeat the sentiment in a much softer tone, and the assassin let's it go for now in the name of fun, because there's no way you're being honest right now since you're the best agent there is.
She passes you another shot, fixing her retired assassin glare upon you when you go to push it away, so you reluctantly accepted it.
"Good girl..." She shamelessly teases you, watching the way your eyes widen, and you practically choked on your shot.
You're not sure if the warmth was from the muttered words, or the alcohol, honestly you're suspecting it's a mix of both. Feeling the familiar buzz already kicking in kind of threw you off; it had been years since you'd honestly drink, so your aged body had decidedly lessened its tolerance.
After the fourth shot you'd tried to keep it conservative, but the next drink pushed your way looked rather delicious, and the name 'wet pussy' had you giggling and eager to try it. Danger is what one would use to describe the drink in your hand, it was overtly sweet, but nonetheless full of booze. Natasha knew she had you after your naturally stoic, reserved smile turned into the goofy one she'd grown to love over the years.
God, did she love your smile...
Once you'd truly loosened up, Natasha was dragging you to the dance floor, and jumping around with you to the upbeat song. Predatory eyes fixed upon you led her to regret the outfit she selected for you, never even considering the possibility of others looking your way. Your outfit had slightly revealing aspects to it, onlookers had clear sight of your breasts, and an obvious understanding of what you had going on in the back.
Once a more sensual song started, she protectively wrapped herself around you and tried to shield you from the prying eyes, while lightly swaying the both of you. In your drunken state you were particularly oblivious to her possessive hold on you. All your inebriated mind could do was to scream at your proximity to the redhead, you turned in her hold, and began to grind against her. Natasha quite literally began to panic because you were clearly drunk, and she didn't want to overstep any actual boundaries. You had other ideas though, reaching around to place her hands on your hips, and she respectfully held onto you.
Her teeth clung to her lip tightly, stifling the moans threatening to tumble out of her, and as she found herself now guiding your movements she realized that she needed to sober up or else this night might end with you two in a bed. Not that she'd mind, but if she were to ever have you that intimately, she'd want it to be when alcohol isn't influencing either of you.
She sighs in relief when the music merges back into a medley of party beats, causing you to rip yourself from her grip and begin to jump all over. The dance floor had nearly cleared out when the music changed since the multitude of its horny occupants thankfully left with a partner; leaving her focus on you, and not their unwelcome gazes.
Your giddiness was insanely contagious as Natasha's lips naturally quirked up into an endless smile. She had gripped your hand, and began to spin you around, filling the nearly vacant dance floor with your giggles, and endlessly warming her heart. Even though this night was meant for her to have the clubbing experience, she was more relieved to see you looking so free, and if she was being honest this was her entire intention from the start.
After a thirty minute stint of dancing, she pulled you back to the bar, and attempted to give you some water. In the end you didn't want it, so she had to trick you into thinking it was more vodka, and you were so delirious that you just believed your tolerance had increased when the burn wasn't present.
"Natty, I missed hanging out with you, I just love you so much ." You squealed, then tiredly leaned against her chest, missing the uncertainty that rolled across her face.
"I love you too Y/N/N..." She murmurs against your temple, placing a gentle kiss there before hugging you back just as tight.
Getting you home had proven rather interesting for the spy, as you'd seemingly turned into a tantrum throwing toddler.
"Absolutely not! The party must go on..."
She honestly found the entire thing amusing, but the last thing she needed was for sober you to be mad at her, or for you to miss your mission because you overslept. In one fluid motion she'd thrown your body over her shoulder, and waited your thrashing out. Your apartments were only two blocks down so she walked there with your sleeping upper body swaying behind her.
Using her spare key she unlocked your door, then carried you through to your bedroom. Removing your outer layer, she then placed a t-shirt over your head, then unclasped your bra and carefully removed it like she'd done many times before for you after one Tony's parties.
Shockingly you'd remained asleep, allowing her a brief moment of silent observation. Your face was rather stoic while you slept, and your hair was currently splayed about on the pillows. Thoughts of waking up to this view every morning plagued her mind, and her heart simply yearned for it. Before officially parting ways, she'd settled an aspirin and water atop of your nightstand, and then placed a lingering kiss upon your cheek.
"Goodnight krasivaya angel, sweet dreams..."
(Beautiful angel)
Your alarm blaring did nothing to help your headache, nor did your body jolting up in shock and hitting the hardwood floors of your apartment.
Last night was a mistake!
You know that now, you even sort of knew it when you forcefully squeezed yourself into that tight club fit; it's made imperatively clear now though as you find yourself loosely hanging over the toilet, hurling up what seems to be the entirety of your stomach. You can't help but to curse the redheaded Russian, and her stupidly beautiful face, and that adorably evil pout that somehow prevents you from saying no to her.
She's obviously the devil...
You're not sure how your promised hour with Natasha had turned into an entire night. Well, you know it's because of the overload of drinks that clouded your mind, and in turn your better judgement, but you don't see how you let it happen. Fury was honestly amused when he heard your hoarse voice come over the speaker in his office, informing him that you'd be MIA this weekend due to a sudden case of the 'flu.'
He knew better, but he was honestly just grateful that you'd potentially let loose. Fury knew about your recent endeavor to allow Natasha a chance to explore—of course he did. Nearly every page passing his desk had your signature on it, so it was more than obvious to him after the first month. He even approved of it from his vantage point, but now that you've fallen ill, he thinks it's best that Natasha finds out about your grand gesture.
What can he say? He ships it...
Natasha was sat in her tree, where she always finds herself on Saturday mornings, with a thermos of coffee and a book recommended by her favorite person—you. Last night had hardly any affect on the woman, as she was free of the many ailments that most suffer from after a night of drinking.
It was a beautiful morning—calming even, but Natasha was unable to actually focus on the book in her hands. Everything about the night before was on replay in her mind, from the way you looked at her with 'hidden' adoration, to the way she honestly couldn't keep her eyes, or hands off of you when you danced against her.
Natasha and you have been dancing around each other for years. Subtly flirting without the follow through, and while pondering over why neither of you had made a move yet, she could sense an unwelcome presence nearing her tree. A nervous pipsqueak of an agent had apparently not heard about her tree time. It was obvious he was there to speak to her, but she knew he was clearly terrified, so she climbed down the tree to face him.
"Agent —?"
"Agent Chetry." He squeaks, and she sighs deeply at his demeanor.
"What is it that you need?"
"I'm delivering your paperwork from Shield HQ early since today's training was canceled."
"Paperwork? I'm not sure what is it regarding. All my mission reports have been turned in."
The agent blinks at her in confusion, not wanting to come off offensive, but he musters up some courage and speaks.
"Ma'am, this is just your weekly workload."
"Weekly load? What are you talking about?"
Hazing, that's what this is, right?
The agent takes another deep breath, then continues on trying to pass off the work.
"Miss. Romanoff, I assure you this is your weekly load. Normally it's Agent Y/L/N who is in charge of dropping it off but she's not in today."
Natasha immediately brushes past the work load in favor of finding out where you are.
"Yeah, of course she isn't, Agent Y/L/N has a mission today." She seeks to confirm, finding the entirety of this conversation thus far to be sketchy.
"No, she had training with the new agents, you know—the class she splits with you...?" The nervous agent asks, now praying to be struck down by lightning as he's instead met with the former assassins glare.
"Then where is she?" She asks through gritted teeth, confused on as to why you'd lie, and more so on this supposed 'splitting' of training.
"Director Fury didn't disclose that to me."
Natasha huffs, of course the agent was useless, so she just grabs the paperwork and storms passed him and back into the compound. Discarding of her paperwork on her desk, she then immediately calls Fury to get to the bottom of things while setting off on her bike.
Whatever this was, it was obviously not just a run of the mill hangover.
The longer you were awake attempting to at least tackle your paperwork, the more your symptoms began to make themselves known. Your nose was now a bright red, after you had basically rubbed it raw since it wouldn't stop running. Water was the only thing you could keep down at this point, and somehow even that was pushing it. Your face was hot, but the rest of your body was trembling from the cold.
Standing to your feet nearly put you out, the wall was your only saving grace as you leaned against it. Relief rushed through you as the cold wall met your heated forehead, and if not for the sudden knock at your door you're almost certain you would've fallen asleep stood there.
With a blanket around your shoulders to combat your shivering, and a folder in hand you slowly made your way to the door. A cough ripped through you as you neared the door, causing you to stutter in your movements, and before you could even react the lock clicked and your door flew open.
Natasha's eyes locked on your weakened form, and her hard gaze nearly took your remaining breath from you. Her strides towards you were quick, and calculated as she sat you down on your couch.
"Of course you're still working." She scoffed, taking the folder from your hand before just chucking it to the side.
"It's just a hangover." You meekly attempted, but something about the fury behind her eyes tells you the woman knows more than she should.
"Yeah, and I'm an idiot..." She challenged, and waited for you to mistakenly agree, but even in your vulnerable state, you weren't that dumb.
"Eat. Wanda made you some soup, and I picked up that medicine ball drink you like from Starbucks."
Her body moved away from yours to tackle your messy desk, but you immediately tried to get to your feet and stop her.
"What-are you-doing?" You stutter out over coughs, and the woman immediately glares your way, resulting in you sitting back down quietly with your soup.
"To answer your question Y/L/N, I'm doing my job, the one you have stolen from me..."
"You know?"
"Yeah, I know." She deadpans, then aggressively begins sorting through the paperwork while an uncomfortable silence falls around the room.
Natasha's heart truly ached at the sounds of your dry cough, coupled with the persistent sniffles, and she couldn't help but feel like she was to blame. Yours however, ached at the cold shoulder she was giving you, and you worked overtime to hold your tears at bay, and calm your heart. Then you snuck off to your room to lay down on your bed. Natasha heard your feet scuffling out of the room, so she gave you a brief moment of space before bringing you some medicine.
"I'm actually quite mad at you Agent Y/L/N..." She says, feigning irritation, as she settles besides you in your bed.
You brokenly hum in acknowledgment, now full on sobbing at the thought of her being angry with you; clearly being sick has lowered your walls and made you rather emotional.
"Oh, darling, don't cry..." Natasha coos, changing her tone almost instantly as she reaches down to peel the sweaty hair off of your face, then wipes away at the lone tear running down your nose.
"Why are you mad?" You ask, doing your best to steel yourself, managing to do pretty well if you just ignore the light sniffling.
"You took away all my chances of being able to work with you Y/N/N, and that's just uncool..." She sighed, then lifted your head to the side and poured some cough syrup down your throat.
"Natty, you deserved a break..."
"Yeah, maybe you're right, but definitely not at the cost of your health, or if it cost me the ability to spend time with you..."
"I'm sorry..."
"Hey, pretty girl, it's okay... I truly appreciated the gesture, but it almost means nothing to me if my free time doesn't include you. I'd rather work together, then enjoy our collective free time."
Her hand was now running through your hair as she spoke, lightly massaging at your scalp in an attempt to soothe you, but she then heard your congested breaths deepening. Guiltily, she rolled you onto your back, then began to coax you back out of your attempt at sleep.
"Y/N/N, we need to bring your fever down."
"'M fine..." You slurred, attempting to roll away from her, but she straddled your lap to hold you still.
"You're not 'fine' dorogoy, but that's okay, because I'm here to fix you up..."
Your sleepy eyes peered open to see her soft smile and equally as soft eyes looking down at you. Her lips lightly pressed to your forehead, bringing your body a sense of relief and you nearly melted into the mattress at the contact.
Natasha had started a cold shower, since for some reason you didn't have a tub in your apartment. She slowly guided you into the bathroom, but found you're no longer able to really hold yourself up.
"Natty, it's okay... I can do it." You attempted to move away from her but your knees nearly gave out on you.
"No, detka, you can't." She lightly chuckled.
Internally she groaned, before stripping the both of you down until you were in your underwear. Natasha then sidestepped the both of you into the shower, holding your sleepy form against her body, while just allowing the cold water to hammer down on your heated skin.
"Shh, it's okay sweetheart..." She coos, heart instantly breaking as you uncontrollably shiver and whine in her arms.
Her hands respectfully ran over your skin to feel if the fever had broken in anyway. Then she began to wash your hair for you, trying to rinse the sweat from your locks, and make you as clean, and comfortable as possible.
After she could tell your fever was on the verge of breaking, she'd move you out, and laid you down in your plush robe while she picked out some clothes for you.
"Hey, Y/N/N, do you mind if I borrow some clothes?"
You peered up to take notice of her roaming through your closet, and your heart rate picked up once you finally realized that the both of you were in your underwear.
"Not at all.." You cooly reply, and she pulls out her favorite hoodie of yours, smiling triumphantly.
"Do you think you can change yourself sweetheart? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"You'd never make me uncomfortable Natty, but yeah, I can handle it if you wanna go change. I'm even feeling a little better now."
She smiled widely at the fact that you're feeling even the slightest bit better before setting off to clean up the dirty bathroom, and then change. After throwing her wet clothes, along with your own into the washer, she returned to find you curled up under a mountain of blankets.
"Detka, we are breaking the fever, not feeding into it."
"I'm cold... It's literally 62 out, so this is valid." You grumble, and she chuckles before placing a thermometer to your forehead.
"98.2, okay, you can keep the blanket." She relented, then you watched as she climbed into your bed beside you.
"Natty, I don't want you to get sick..."
"Just come here and cuddle me, it's what the doctor ordered, and if I get sick so be it. Just means more days spent cuddled up with you, it honestly sounds like the better deal."
You giggled at her logic, then graciously accepted the warmth her body radiated as you practically buried yourself into her.
"Hey, Y/N/N...."
You sleepily hummed against her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine, and only urging her question on.
"When you're feeling better, I was wondering, would you like to go out with me on a date?"
Your sleepy brain cleared instantly, as you now found yourself smirking against her skin.
"Jeez, all it took was the flu for you to finally ask me out..." You tease, and she tickles into your side, causing you to try and squirm away.
"Oh shut it, you could've asked me you know..."
"Then that would mean I really did do everything." You laugh out, and quickly regret it as it turns into a coughing fit.
Natasha patted your back until your coughs subsided, then lifted your head up so you could sip from a cold water bottle.
"Get some sleep now detka, I'm not going anywhere."
Natasha watched closely as your eyes slowly ceased their fluttering underneath your eyelids, then she focused on the rise and fall of your chest, before eventually allowing herself to fall asleep as well, wholeheartedly comforted by the thought that you are finally hers.
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Prompt 36!! With the my favorite Henderson series <3 maybe just angst of y/n thinking eddie is fucking with chrissy
MY FAVOURITE
HENDERSON
PART TWENTY THREE
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fandom: stranger things
parings: eddie x f henderson reader
warnings: swearing, mention of sex, accusations of cheating, crying, angst, mention of drug use
note: i literally completely forgot to include the prompt but i can’t for the life of me find out where to slot it in sorry 😳
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Word spread like wildfire around Hawkins High School and by Tuesday morning your friends were bombarding you with questions.
“Are the rumours true?” Your friend, Tara asked, standing with you by your locker. Your other friends Chrissy and Carl standing next to her. “Are you really dating that freak?”
“Tara!” Chrissy exclaimed. Tara rolled her eyes, glancing between you and Chrissy.
“Don’t call him a freak,” you hissed, slamming your locker shut and walking away.
Your three friends walked after you. “So it is true then?” Tara asked, laughing hysterically. “That is just comical, Y/N.”
“Shut up,” you snapped at her, death glaring the girl that you had known since freshman year.
“You’re the one making a fool of yourself,” Tara said. “Wait until Abigail finds out, she’ll kick you out of cheer squad quicker than you can do a cartwheel.”
“God, just be quiet, Tara,” you said.
The bell rang and finally Tara parted ways from you, her and Carl heading into their class while you stayed with Chrissy, heading towards yours.
“So it’s true? You’re really dating Eddie?” Chrissy asked.
“Yes, i’m dating Eddie,” you replied, rolling your eyes at her. “And honestly I don’t care about what you have to say Chrissy, it’s not like you can talk anyway, dating Jason after you watched him drool over me for years.”
“Woah, calm down, Y/N,” Chrissy groaned. “I wasn’t going to say anything…”
“Sorry,” you muttered, sighing.
“He sells drugs, right?” Chrissy asked.
You looked over at her sheepishly. “Yeah,” you replied.
“Aren’t you like worried?” She asked.
“Not really,” you shrugged, sitting down as the lesson began, the topic being dropped.
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You were rather flabbergasted when later that afternoon you discovered that Chrissy was meeting up with Eddie to buy drugs.
Did she really want to buy drugs or did she have an agenda?
Because you knew Chrissy, she was your best friend, one of the only people you hung out with that were real. And because you knew her so well you also knew that her sweet girl facade could easily switch into an evil agenda.
You trusted her with a lot of things, but your boyfriend wasn’t on that list.
“Babe, i’m being serious,” Eddie said. “I wouldn’t touch her with a ten foot pole.”
“And I trust you but I don’t trust her,” you replied, hurrying to keep up with him as he walked to his van.
“Isn’t she your friend?”
“That doesn’t mean I trust her, I mean would you trust all of your friends if they were alone in the woods with me?” You asked.
Eddie hummed, opening the passenger door for you. “Fair point,” he said as you hopped in. It didn’t take long for him to get into the driver seat.
“I’m coming with you,” you said as he began to drive.
“Y/N, no. It’s a drug deal, I don’t want you anywhere near it,” Eddie said. “It can go south quickly and if it does I don’t want to be worrying about you.”
“I’ll sit in the car,” you said. Eddie looked over at you, sheepishly. “I promise.”
Eddie sighed, shaking his head. “Fine, but if you even think about getting out of this van there’s gunna be trouble,” he said.
“Ohh,” you smiled, glancing over at him. “You’ve got me all curious now, I might just get myself into trouble,” you teased. Eddie rolled his eyes at you. “What’re you gunna do to me? Spank me and tell me i’ve been a bad girl?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at him.
“Stop talking,” Eddie groaned, pulling up at the forest. “I’ll cut you a deal, you keep your cute little butt in that seat and i’ll fuck your brains out when we get home, ‘kay?”
So you stayed put, sitting anxiously in the front seat, leg bouncing. As much as you wanted to run out of Eddie’s van and see what was going on, you also wanted to be fucked.
It didn’t take long for Eddie to return, a serious look on his face as he entered the car. His eyes immediately lighting up at the sight of you.
“So, what did she want?” You asked, staring at him expectantly.
“Weed,” he shrugged. “Just like I told you.”
You hummed, smiling at him. “I think i’m owed something for staying in this van like you asked,” you said.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I always pay up.”
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It went on for weeks, Eddie meeting up with Chrissy to sell her weed and at first you weren’t concerned. Until she started meeting up at his trailer and meeting up at his trailer led to smoking sessions together. You were bitter and jealous, but most of all pissed, when you found out.
And of course you had to find out by walking in on them smoking one afternoon when you decided to surprise Eddie after cheer.
“Is this why you’ve been ditching practice?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at Chrissy. “So you can smoke up a storm with my boyfriend?”
“Y/N-“ You cut Chrissy off.
“Is it just smoking? Because I know every time me and you smoke together,” you began, pointing an accusing finger at Eddie. “It ends with sex. Are you fucking her too? Trying to see how many cheerleaders you can get wrapped around your finger? Is this some kind of game? Some kind of payback?”
“No, I was just teaching her how to roll a joint and how to smoke without coughing up a lung,” Eddie replied, grabbing your hands.
You scoffed, pushing him off of you. “I can’t believe you two right now… my boyfriend and my best friend, I mean, am I some kind of joke to you guys?” You asked, glaring at the both of them.
“It’s not like that, Y/N, please just listen to me!” Chrissy exclaimed.
“Shut the fuck up, Cunningham. You may have everyone else in Hawkins fooled but I know the real you. That horrible, bitchy side of you,” you snapped. “It was only a matter of time until I got stuck in your web, wasn’t it?”
“Jesus Christ, Henderson-“
“Shut up, Munson!” You yelled. “You know what, you two enjoy your night, i’m fucking out of here.”
With that you stalked out of Eddie’s room, tears streaming down your cheeks as you threw the front door open, running straight into Wayne.
“Y/N,” he said, panicked at your tear stained cheeks. “What did he do?” Wayne asked.
“He’s fucking my best friend!” You exclaimed, pushing past Wayne and walking home alone in the dark, nothing but your sobs to keep you company.
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Best Folk Album
I was thinking about what would’ve happened if Copia and the ghouls had attended the Grammy’s and I came up with this cracky little story.  I hope it makes you smile or laugh (or both)!
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1,100 words, Gen, Fluff and (maybe) humor.
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Most of the time when things went wrong in his life Copia could blame tequila.  Or Dewdrop.
This time he could blame both.
The fire ghoul sat on a couch in Copia’s hotel room.  Swiss and Aether flanked him, not because they were also in trouble (although Copia wasn’t ruling out Swiss’s involvement) but they were helping keep the little gremlin in place.  He’d already made a break for it twice.
Copia sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.  He hadn’t been this hungover in years.  All he wanted to do was crawl back into bed and wallow for the rest of the day.  Maybe drink a few bloody mary’s and watch a House Hunters marathon.
Instead he has to somehow find a way to return the Grammy for “Best Folk Album” to its rightful owner.
“Look I really don’t see what the big deal is here.” Dew crossed his arms over his chest and glared at anyone that would meet his eyes.  Rain, Mountain and Cumulus were sitting on another couch opposite a coffee table.  Cirrus and Sunshine were scrunched together in a nearby chair.
Copia glared at the ghoul and jabbed his finger towards him.  “The big deal is that you stole someone’s award!  I told you, I told all of you to stay out of trouble.  That was the deal when I said you could attend the party.  Stay out of trouble and actually there was one more rule, who wants to tell me what it was?”
Rain raised his hand and then barely dodged the remote Dew flung at his head.
“We were supposed to keep an eye on Dewdrop.”
“Yes.  Thank you Rain, keep an eye on Dewdrop.  Well that clearly didn’t happen!  And now he’s committed a felony!”  Copia spread his arms wide and spun around to look at all of his ghouls.  He heard a voice mumble something and he turned to look at the culprit.  “I’m sorry Swiss, something you wanted to share?”
The multi ghoul shifted nervously and then said something under his breath again.  Copia cleared his throat and glared at him.
“I said,” Swiss rubbed his hands together and then shrugged. “I said we did keep an eye on Dewdrop.  You didn’t specify that we needed to stop him from doing anything.”
Copia groaned and stared up at the ceiling.  It would be too much work to banish them all back to Hell.  He needed some ibuprofen and then he could maybe think of a plan.  A soft whistling noise interrupted his thoughts and he glanced over at Cumulus.  She wiggled her eyebrows and ran her eyes up and down his body.  Copia looked down and then jumped, quickly tying his bathrobe back up.
Clothes had not been on his agenda for today.
“Ok, here’s what we’re going to do.  I’m going to make some phone calls and see about finding where this person is staying.  And then you guys will figure out a way to return it without being caught.  Any questions?”
“I just wanted to help.” Dewdrop’s voice was quiet and when Copia looked at him the ghoul was slouched down and staring at the floor.
“Dewdrop your brand of helping tends to be different from everyone else’s.  So maybe next time run your ideas by Aether at least.” The quintessence ghoul could usually keep a level head.  Most of the time.
“But I did!” Dewdrop straightened up and threw an arm over Aether’s shoulder.  “I went up to Aether when I saw the thing just sitting there at an empty table.  I told him we should grab it so that you could have your own and stop crying.”
Copia barely resisted reaching over to strange him.  “I was NOT crying!  It was very smoky in there and my eyes were burning.”
“You were weeping and everyone saw it.  So I said to Aether ‘let’s take that gold piece of shit and give it to Papa’ because you deserve one more than anyone else at that fucking show!”
Copia sighed and gazed at his fire ghoul.  “Dewdrop I appreciate that you were trying to make me feel better.  But this was not the right way to do it.” He looked around at all of his ghouls and smiled softly.  “And we all deserved that Grammy.”
Sunshine sniffled from her seat and Mountain handed her a tissue from the box on the table.  Copia chose to ignore it.  He was about to speak again when Aether stood up and interrupted him.  
“Look ok yeah, I didn’t stop Dewdrop.  I might’ve even said ‘that’s a great fucking idea little buddy’”.  Aether reached over and bumped his knuckles against Dew’s outstretched fist.
Mountain stood up then and looked over at Copia.  “Boss, was your crying making everyone uncomfortable?  Yes.  Were our hearts in the right place?  Yes.  Did we have too much tequila?  Also yes.  But we, I mean those two just did what they thought was right.”
Sunshine was sniffling harder now and Rain shoved the whole box at her.  Cirrus stood up and placed her hands on her hips. “Papa I have a confession.”
Copia closed his eyes and waved his hand to get her to continue.
“I used your credit card and sent champagne to Lizzo’s table.”
“Merda.  Ok thank you for telling me Cirrus, anyone else have something they need to confess?  Should I put my paint and vestments on?”  Everyone but Cumulus shook their heads.  “Yes Cumulus?  Something to share with the class?”
“I also used your card and sent four bottles to where Harry Styles was sitting.”
Copia pressed his fists into his eyes and took a few steadying breaths.  “Ok.  Alright that’s fine.  Let’s just move on!  I’ve decided that I will be going back to bed and you all will handle fixing this.” He pointed at everyone as they watched him.  “I expect this award to be gone and back with its rightful owner by tomorrow morning.  Am I clear?”
His ghouls all nodded their heads so Copia turned on his heel and went back to the bedroom.  He let his robe fall to the floor and slid back under the covers.  Maybe a nap would be best at the moment.  Copia closed his eyes and tried to get comfortable.  A nap and then House Hunters.  
And lots of bloody mary’s.  
Back in the main room the ghouls were silent as they stared at the stolen trophy sitting on the coffee table.  After a moment Dewdrop leaned forward and reached under the couch, coming up with another trophy in his hand.  
“I’m keeping this one though.”
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Hi hi! So I’ve been outlining a Video Essay to inspect Outlast’s portrayal of the relationship between US capitalism and queerness (along with immigration/xenophobia due to Trials coming up) and…
…I was initially going to keep it private within my IG circle, but after spending hours searching up academic articles and master’s theses discussing heteronormativity and social theory—as well as revisiting textbooks from the few philosophy and gender/racial studies courses I took from university—I’ve decided that I’d like to share here also!
It’s in the process, but I want to put a lot of care into it since JT Petty’s writing is incredibly interesting to me, while also dissecting the material from a brown, queer perspective and being someone who was born/raised in the US from a family of immigrants. (I’m not trying to push an “agenda”, but I think my background is a pretty good reflection of where my values lie lol). Another reason I’m putting a lot of care into this is because I understand that the franchise’s narratives and stories get into intensely heavy topics/themes, and it would pain me if I were to misinterpret and/or cast certain plots in such a way that is unfair, ignorant, harmful, and overall awful.
Because of this, I’d like to open up this post and my DMs to any constructive conversation surrounding these themes in the games/comics! I’ll be posting questions & argument points gradually so feel free to wait to discuss in the specifics in those.
A huge reason I’m doing this is because a lot of people who know me irl know I hyperfixate on this franchise, and I fear that their surface level interpretation of that would just be chalked up to me liking/endorsing f-ed up stuff (which I adamantly say is NOT the case—I think we all know that a dissection of horrors and traumatic events can be therapeutic and empowering). With the video essay, I want to explain that my hyperfixation is related to the nuanced themes in the narratives, especially regarding gender/queerness and social theory.
Plus it’s been a while since I’ve written something in an academic-style with citations, peer analysis, etc.! I forget how enriching it can be.
I’ll admit that I’m not a very opinionated person (and I think I tend to error on being critical of my own opinions). My ultimate goal here is to spread empathy and share a wide variety of perspectives from many backgrounds. Additionally, I respect JT Petty for being so daring to tackle heavy/“taboo” themes in film, cinema, etc. and I want to show my appreciation. I’m not necessarily endorsing anything—instead, I’d like to understand the stories as an art, understand it’s intentions, and inspect how it affects different communities.
Plus I think this video essay process will be fun! Idk, I hope this doesn’t come off as self-righteous or anything LOL—or maybe it does so please make fun of me, I need to be humbled.
Alrighty, thanks y’all. Hope you have a fantastic rest of your day/night!
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