#these clips were a mess but i wanted to see more of them desperately

[rainfallingfromthesky]

Stray Kids - LALALALA

#stray kids #skz gifs #stray kids rock star #kpop gifs #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hwang hyunjin #hang jisung #felix #seungmin #jeongin #these clips were a mess but i wanted to see more of them desperately #stray kids lalalala

[flkwh0re]

Sweetest Bunny

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader

Warnings: R wears bunny ears and a tail so pet playish (??), Mommy kink (W), Thigh riding, Fingering, Oral, Strap-on usage (W and R giving), Wanda calls R bunny a lot, Overstimulation, Maybe dubcon? I’m not sure if some bits would classify this as that

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: This fic is easter esque but in no way religious so if that’s something that bothers you, you are able to read this :3 enjoy!

"Please just wear it, for me?" Wanda plead with a faux pout. She had been asking you to wear these little bunny ears she had purchased from the store, along with the matching clip-on tail. You weren't sure why she was so persistent about you wearing them, neither of you had ever cared about easter to partake in anything slightly related to it.

"Ugh fine, but not for long." You finally agreed, making Wanda squeal. Little did you know her plans to corrupt your innocent self.

She slipped the headband onto your head, fixing any awkwardly placed hairs. Her hands firmly grasped your waist and spun you around. Your cheeks heated up as Wanda fumbled around with your pants, trying to clip the tail on.

Once she'd finally attached it to you, she spun you back around and stepped back to admire you. "Oh what a sweet sweet bunny you are!! Mommy cannot wait to ruin you." She squeezed at your side, you just stared at her dumbfounded. "Oh don't look so dumb bunny, you had to see this coming from a mile away!"

She hummed and pulled you into her, "You didn't know, did you bunny?" You shook your head in a no formation, causing Wanda to smile. "You're just so cute bunny! Let mommy show just how cute you are."

Her lips soft pressed against yours, they're soft an warm on your own. Her hands slide along your hips, nimble fingers pushing softly against the fabric of your shorts. "Your lips taste to good bunny, I wonder if your pussy taste even better." Her words sent an instant gush of arousal to your core, and a weak whine from your throat.

"Oh that pretty little whine bunny! Do it again for mommy." Wanda exclaimed with a squeal in her tone, her knee pushing against your pussy hoping to elicit more noises from you.

"C'mon bunny, bounce your little hips. Grind your pussy on my thigh." Soon Wanda had you a whiney mess for her. Your clothes discarded on the floor, the bunny ears still resting in your head. Your slick soaked pussy rutting against Wanda's thigh desperately trying to cum.

She get you close to your orgasm, then stop your movements followed by her thrusting her fingers into your cunt. Swapping back and forth just getting you all riled up. "P-please Mommy, 'm gonna cum please let me." You whimpered as pretty tears pricked in the corners of your eyes.

"Go on bunny, cum for momma." Intense pleasure washed through your bones as you came on her fingers. "What a good little bunny!" She praised while pressing a kiss against your lips, the cum she had just cleaned from her fingers sticking to your lips.

"Let me clean up your pretty pussy, bunny." You whined as she pushed you to lay on your back. "Too sensitive." Wanda scoffed at your whining. Not listening to your pleas, she lapped at your soaked pussy. Her tongue licking you clean.

Wanda scooped you into her arms, carrying you to her room. She gently layer your weaker body down on the plush bed, then wandered off to her closet. “Put this on and it’ll be right back, bunny.”

What she handed you was a fairly large sized strap-on, which you slipped onto your hips and adjusted it to your body. Wanda returned with your clothes in one hand, the bunny tail in the other. Your clothes were tossed into the corner of her room, followed by her clothes.

You stood by, shyly watching her remove her clothes. You admired every inch of her body, something you’d wanted to do for so long. The curve of her hips, the perk of her breast, her toned stomach. You couldn’t look away, until she called you out.

“It’s okay bunny, I like when you look at me. You’re always looking at me, aren’t you?” You nod, a satisfied chuckle left her lips. She attached the little tail to the harness that was clad to your hips. “There we go.” She smiled, the pulled you over to the bed.

Wanda laid back onto the bed, pulling you on top of her. “You get to fuck mommy now, okay bunny?” You couldn’t help but rut your hips, the faux cock grazing her slit. She grabbed the silicone member to her dripping hole, and demanded you to move.

You slipped the cock into her, a moan coming from her sending throbbing pleasure to your cunt. “Fuck baby, move your hits just like that- fuck! Go faster for me bunny!” She groaned, your hips snapping into her. Trying your best to make your mommy cum, she love your determination so much.

“Suck on mommy’s tits bunny, cmon.” Your lips wrapped around her perky pink nipples, your free hand pinching at the other one. Wanda’s hand cradled the back of your head as you sucked. “Fuck! Keep fucking into your mommy like that bunny, what a good little bunny you are.” Your final thrust grew sloppy as you brought her to her orgasm.

Your now very weak body fell forward onto Wanda’s, her hand gently pushed your hair out of your face. “You did so good for me bunny, let me reward you one more time.” You whined, “No mommy- ‘m really tired.” Your incoherent begs fell onto deaf ears as she flipped you to your back.

The harness was now discarded from your hips, but the toy was in Wanda’s hands. She brought it to your lips, slipping the tip of it past your puffy lips. “That’s my good bunny, suck mommy’s cum off the cock. Good bunny!” She praised as you licked the toy clean.

Her fingers ran up and down your thighs, right before settling on your swollen clit. Her fingers ran over the sensitive bud, whimpers coming from you. She removed the toy from your mouth, then it suddenly made contact with your cunt.

The size of it was almost too much for you to bear, the stretch it performed on your abused pussy was detrimental. “There we go bunny, take that big cock like a good bunny.” Wanda’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking to give you mores stimulation.

It didn’t take much work for Wanda to make you cum. Soft breaths leave your tired lungs as you lay in bliss, Wanda’s hand rubbing comforting circles on your skin. “You okay bunny?” Wanda asked in worry, hoping she hadn’t pushed you too far. “‘m okay, ‘m just sleepy.” She chuckled. “Don’t sleep yet, let me get you cleaned, then we can cuddle up. Sound good?”

Masterlist

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda fanfic #mommy wanda #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader smut #wanda maximoff smut #wanda x you #wanda x y/n

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY GARRUS VAKARIAN, updated version  *  assorted dialogue from the mass effect trilogy, adjust as necessary

i can't find any hard evidence.

good luck, [name]. maybe they'll listen to you.

i'm coming with you.

sometimes it feels like the rules are only there to stop me from doing my work.

i just couldn't take it anymore.

maybe i can get the job done my way for a change.

if you're wrong, we'll pay for it. but if you're right, and we did nothing, i think we'd regret it a whole lot more.

i thought you were dead.

it sure is good to see a friendly face.

at least it's not hard to find criminals here. all i have to do is point my gun and shoot.

my feelings got in the way of my better judgement.

i'll make you a deal. you get me out of here alive, and i'll tell you the whole damn thing.

nobody would give me a mirror. how bad is it?

don't make me laugh, damn it.

some women find facial scars attractive.

i'm fit for duty whenever you need me.

when i got to the meeting point, no one was there.

kill you? no. but i don't mind slowing you down a little.

what do you want from me, [name]?

i know you want to talk about this... but i don't. not yet.

it's so much easier to see the world in black and white. gray... i don't know what to do with gray.

my instincts are what got me into this mess.

never knew you had a weakness for men with scars.

well, why the hell not? there's nobody in this galaxy i respect more than you.

if we can figure out a way to make it work, then... yeah. definitely.

you're about the only friend i've got left in this screwed-up galaxy.

you don't ever have to worry about making me uncomfortable. nervous, yes... but never uncomfortable.

i brought wine.

your hair looks... good. and your waist is... very supportive.

hopefully that's not offensive in human culture.

i want something to go right. just once.

think you can win this thing, [name]?

i'm pretty sure we'll still need giant guns... and lots of them.

so... is this the part where we shake hands?

the scars are starting to fade. i remember they drove you wild.

i've been doing some more research on human customs.

glad to know my romantic skills made an impression.

let's not go there.

i can afford the good stuff.

what about you? i'm starting to see some wear and tear.

don't forget to come up for air. and not just because all these people need you. because i need you.

if you're suggesting i'm scared... game on.

still trying to make me blush, huh?

i'd be lying if i said i didn't hope it would inspire a certain... mood.

it seemed like you needed time to... figure us out.

the worst part about the galaxy going to hell would've been never getting to see you again.

not saying you don't know how to handle a gun. just saying some of us know how to make it dance.

i've actually seen you dance. no comment.

i know there are other things you're good at.

probably not a lot of air in here. an hour if we're lucky.

so tell me. think a girl would fall for that?

it gets even better when you try it in bed.

you don't lack for places to get lost.

did we break anything last night?

you'll find a way to win. and when this is over, i'll be waiting for you.

if this thing goes sideways and we both end up there... meet me at the bar. i'm buying.

forgive the insubordination, but your boyfriend has an order for you.

come back alive. it'd be an awfully empty galaxy without you.

we're in this 'til the end.

we didn’t kill these people. and we’re going to shut down the bastards who did.

looks like we’ve got a siege on our hand.

if anyone needs fresh clips or a bathroom break, now’s the time.

oh crap!

guess he didn’t like the food.

looks like we got the jump.

pretty extreme, but those were desperate times.

we won’t get a second chance.

that was me, sorry.

nothing like being stranded.

we’ll do more than that.

just the usual minor flesh wound.

what would these people have done if we hadn’t shown up?

i was there when you two had your thing, remember? just get a room and work it out.

stay angry. we’ll need it to get through this.

drinks will be on me.

one of my favorite places to fight!

i’m hard to kill. you should know that.

it’s gonna be bad all over.

for whatever it’s worth, i’m with you.

you’ve waited long enough for this day.

just wait ‘til this war is over.

you came along and warmed my heart with your winning personality.

maybe you’d like to go work for them instead?

how do i not have one of those?

surprise on our side for once. i like it.

brutal, but it makes a certain kind of sense.

#garrus vakarian #mass effect #mcflymemes #rp prompt #rp meme #rp memes #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #rp starters #ask meme #ask memes #roleplay meme #roleplay inbox prompts #rp inbox meme #inbox prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter prompt #sentence starter #sentence starters

[averytirednerd]

Just watched the 1x07 sneak peek

and AAAAAAAA

My week’s already been pretty crappy so far, and I desperately needed this 😭

Nearly two minutes of Alastor and Charlie, ft. them actually discussing things I wanna hear about!!!

These are some of my favorite things from the scene:

Charlie’s angry facial expressions towards Alastor are truly a highlight of this clip. She looks adorable wrapped up in her little blanket burrito, which is a plus.

I also adore the fact that it’s Alastor who’s trying to cheer Charlie up, and get her to stop wallowing in self-loathing (whether it’s just b/c it helps him or not, I still like it). I wonder if he took it upon himself to or the others nudged him in that direction.

I also love Alastor’s passive-aggressive comments in the beginning of the clip. He seems really frustrated and it’s hilarious to see.

“Who’s joking?”

THE WAY HE JUST APPEARED AND THE WAY AMIR TALAI DELIVERED THE LINE AND CHARLIE FELL OFF THE BED AND-

I like it :]

Ngl I’m disappointed in myself for deriving so much joy from watching Alastor be all silly and mess around on the bed. BUT ALSO I MEAN C’MON HIS LEGS WERE KICKING BACK AND FORTH WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??? Not to mention he’s being all silly like this, just vibing, while Charlie’s having a little meltdown. Very fun juxtaposition to see.

YESSS FINALLY SOMEONE PROPERLY MENTIONING THE WHOLE SMILING THING, I WAS WONDERING HOW LONG IT’D TAKE FOR THAT TO BE BROUGHT UP

And the reason why I wanted someone to question him, so we’d get to hear Al’s response. The look into Al’s thought processes is amazing! It’s exactly what I thought he’d say, and I’m pleased with that now being checked off my list of things I wanted from this season. I’m so happy that Charlie knows this now too.

And last but certainly not least… “I know something you don’t know~”

WHAT? WHAT IS IT, ALASTOR? HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME HANGING 😭

Edit: Sitting there, after having rewatched the clip like 20 more times post making-this, it finally clicked that he’s probably talking about the exterminator. You know, the dead one. As the lovely comment down below has pointed out, he says it after Charlie mentions the exterminators being “invincible.” Now it’s just a matter of whether he tells her, if he does then how, and how exactly Charlie reacts to this information. Can’t wait :]

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin charlie #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel charlie #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie #my post

[uhhidkkenny]

Complex.

Synopsis: Taking over your parents old apartment building didn’t seems so bad. It would definitely need some work to get it into shape but what about the “problem” tenant?

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem reader

Word Count :5,626

CW: smut, voyeurism?, sub/dom dynamics, pussy slapping, degrading, oral (m&f), use of daddy, spit kink, explicit language, creampie, dirty talk, let me know if I forgot anything.

Minors DNI

A/n~ first fic so please let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome!🖤

Taking over your parents old apartment building was a lot to deal with. It was a small apartment building. It was only one story and it was inside like a hotel. It definitely had a couple of problems. From fixing up old units, finding some people who would keep up with the maintenance, marketing, getting a contractor to fix the busted up parking lot, it would take some TLC to get the building looking great again for sure. But the worst task was needing to introduce yourself to all the current tenants. Out of the 10 apartments in the building, 7 were already filled. 2 units were occupied by older couples who sent a check in on time every month and didn’t want to be bothered. 1 unit was shared by multiple college girls who are either too drunk to bother anyone or to busy throwing a party to care about anyone else. Another unit is occupied by a younger male who was always out working or traveling. 2 more units were occupied by couples, one was a younger pair that seemed to hate each other, and the others being close to mid thirties who seemed desperate to be inside each others skin. You would soon be occupying one to save yourself money, but it seems that you were going to be neighbors with the man who seemed to leave quite the impression on your parents.

Standing outside of the last apartment, you look at your clip board to read the summary your parents gave you and see that the man who lives here seems to be trouble. Ranging from altercations, not paying rent on time, or just complaining about everything it definitely seemed like he wouldn’t be your favorite. Knocking on his door nervously you begin to wonder if he’s a scary and old man or if he’s some young kid who comes from daddy’s money that just likes chaos. After waiting for what felt like maybe 2 minutes, you turn on your heels to walk away and just deal with the cranky man when he makes trouble again. That is until the door unlocks. Once it creeks open you hear “Can I help you?” Spinning back around you meet the tall, built, beautiful, belligerent man named Toji Fushiguro. Maybe being neighbors with an asshole wouldn’t be so bad.

“Hi I’m y/n. I’m the new landlord and I wanted to introduce myself to the tenants.” you say with a smile holding your hand out. His large hand grabs yours firmly but is gentle as he shakes it. “Toji” he says with a big smirk across his scarred lips. You’re hoping he can’t feel your hands sweating as your eyes meet. “I didn’t think a little girl like you would want to take over this dump” he says finally releasing your hand, leaning his shoulder on the door frame. “Well my parents weren’t able to keep up with the place anymore so I offered to take over.” You say taking a few steps back trying to keep your eyes on his and not rake them over his body. “Well it was nice to meet you y/n. Can’t wait to see you again” He says with that big smirk on his face still as he shuts his door.

You feel a sigh feeling relief roll from your lips. Things went better than planned and now you just have to plan on how to fill the remaining units. It’s only September 3rd so you’ve got time. As you’re walking down the long hall of the building you realize it’s pretty quiet. This is something you hoped for; the apartment building isn’t in terrible shape, the tenants seem decent, and now you’re the owner who can decorate the building however you want. You’ve got a cute little office in the front you can’t wait to mess with and you need to buy new furniture for the apartment you’re about to take for yourself. You wanted to feel control over your own life. You were ready for some simplicity in your life. Your 24 now. You’re too old to party every night but too young to be tied down at home with kids. You were fresh out of college so this felt like a good transition stage with less partying and more working. It was the best time in your life to keep yourself busy and learn how to fully live life on your own. Everything was going perfect. Things were gonna be good right?

It’s the 5th of October and everything was going amazing. Everything is decorated and furnished, including your new apartment. The 2 remaining units were remodeled and you have multiple applications from people trying to rent them. The outside of the building look clean. The parking lot had no potholes remaining. You haven’t had anyone call or come to the office with any complaints. Everything seemed fine. Your parents were probably just being a little judgmental. That was until you were looking on your laptop that sits in your office and you notice a certain someone is late on rent. That certain someone is also your new neighbor. That certain someone is also the fine ass man that you can barely keep eye contact with. Aka Toji.

Ever since you moved into the apartment fully, you saw Toji a handful of more times. He even offered to help you move a few pieces of furniture while the movers had taken a break. You declined the offer but made small talk about how long he’s been there and how he liked what you had done with the building. Since then most of what was exchanged was simple greetings or how are you doings then going about your lives. He had a weird schedule though. Sometimes you were going into the office at 9am and he was just coming home, sometimes when you went to your apartment for lunch at 1pm he was just leaving, sometimes at 2am you could hear him singing in the shower. There were random times in your apartment when you could hear some “things” at night. There was also a night or where you swore you could hear thumping on the wall along with a higher pitched voice, a womans voice. You could tell that Toji was being respectful and trying to keep it down but he seemed to know how women liked it. You were definitely not jealous of whoever was in the apartment that one time. Not at all. You obviously weren’t envisioning that it was you. Most nights though there was no thumping on the wall, just grunts. You couldn’t help but lean a little closer to the way and slip your hand in your panties to toy with your clit. Listening to him through the walls. He wasn’t just beautiful, his grunts and moans sounded just as pretty as he looked. You just hoped that he couldn’t hear you too.

It doesn’t matter though because you’re his landlord and he is your tenant. Your little crush can’t get in the way of you making money. You have to show him you mean business. Building up the courage to acknowledge his rent being past due you feel you feet moving towards his door to slide a note under that says “Hey! Rent was due on the 3rd. Please let me know when you will be able to pay it before late fees add on. -y/n :)” Running back to the office to act like it wasn’t you who left it, even though your the owner.

Confrontation wasn’t your strong point. You didn’t find Toji scary so much as you found him intimidating. The man could break you if he wanted to and you weren’t sure if you liked that or not. The next day you went in your office to find a note was slipped under the door for you that said

“Sorry sweets, I will pay it on the 7th. Ps just knock next time - Toji”

After blushing like a preteen in middle school you went about your day making calls and listing the apartments on other websites to keep yourself busy.

A few days had gone by since you had seen or heard Toji. It’s currently 4 pm and you’re adding some last minute decor and furniture to one of the vacant units for a tour coming up tomorrow with potential tenants. You have your head phones in, humming along as you move things around the apartment. Placing things in set ways to make sure it looks presentable when feel like something is behind you. “Holy shit” you yell dropping the picture from your hands as you turn around and notice Toji at the door. He starts laughing and you pout. “You scared the shit out of me” you admit crossing your arms over your chest. You’re blushing hard from embarrassment and the fact that he is dressed in a tight shirt with sweats. “Can I help you?” “I just wanted to come apologize for the rent but I didn’t wanna interrupt your creativity” he laughs again taking a step into the apartment looking around “It looks nice in here” you smile at the compliment. “Aw thanks. I’m hoping the people who want to rent it think the same” you sigh. “I think anyone would rent from a cutie like you” he says once he’s done looking around and focuses his eyes on you. “I was wanting to see if I could make you dinner to make up for the rent situation” he says eyeing you up and down. “That’s ok Toji. You don’t need to do that.” your eyes are trying to look anywhere that is not him. Nobody has ever made you this nervous, especially not a man but Toji made you feel things. Especially between your thighs. “I want to make up for it sweets, why don’t you come to my place tonight… I don’t bite.” He smirks taking a few more steps inside. “I-I don’t know. I don’t want to be a bother” you say feeling yourself heat up as he gets closer. “It’s only me you’ll be able to bother” he chuckles, “Be there at 7 please. I don’t wanna leave a bad impression” he says bending down to pick up the picture from floor handing it to you. His fingers graze yours as you reach for it and you feel electricity shoot through your fingertips. Your eyes meeting his. “I’ll be there” he releases the photo and walks away “Great, don’t forget that pretty face” is the last thing you heard before he is fully out of the unit. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the butterflies you feel in your stomach.

7 o’clock rolls around and you’ve gone through what feels like a million different outfits after your shower. You keep reminding yourself it’s not a date but you can’t let this gorgeous man see you looking bad. You thought about a dress but that was too fancy. Maybe a t shirt and biker shirt? Too casual. You ended up settling for a pair of brown flare yoga pants with a crème cropped turtle neck. Your hair was in its naturally curly state but with the help of a few products it looked extra bouncy. You felt hot and hopefully Toji would at least find you presentable. You keep mentally telling yourself to chill the fuck out and it’s not a date so who care what he thinks, but you know who cares. You care. Grabbing your keys and phone you walk out of your door just to walk up to his. It’s about 7:13 at this point but you were nervous. Taking a deep breath in you finally knock and wait to see what the man has in store for the night.

The door creeks open just like last time and you make a mental note to offer to fix it someday. He stands there in black jeans and a white sweater but his muscles are still peeking though his attire. “Like what you see?” You can hear his smirk before your eyes meet his. You didn’t even realize you were eye fucking him while he was watching. “Sorrysorrysorry. You look nice” You smile, desperately trying to recover from the embarrassment. He steps back out of the doorway extending his arm toward the inside of his apartment to invite you in. You walk in and his apartment it surprisingly clean. It’s got some basic decor, a few pictures around, the apartment has been painted a light grey but it was nice. “You were late. I thought I was gonna have to slip a note under your door.” He’s the first to speak up with a slight chuckle in his tone. It makes you let out a small laugh too. “I’m sorry I was late there was traffic.” You joke making your way to the island that sits outside the kitchen to have a seat. “What do you want to drink pretty girl” he asked stepping in the kitchen with his back faced to you. “Water is fine” Toji definitely made you feel more comfortable as the time passed. While he was cooking you guys made small talk about you taking over building for your parents and how you finished school for interior design but this sounded more fun. He also told you about himself and how he does contract type work and odd jobs which is why he is coming and going at random times.

When the food was done you both made it to the comfy couch in the living room to eat. He made a simple meal of chicken and rice but it was really tasty. There wasn’t much conversation during the meal but it was a comfortable silence. When you both finished up you were the first to stand, taking your plate into his kitchen and walking over to the sink. “What are you doing?” He question making his way into the kitchen behind you. You already had your sleeves rolled up with the water running in the sink. “You cooked for me so I’ll clean the dishes.” You say as you begin washing your dishes when Toji sets his in the sink next to yours. “You didn’t need to do that. I cooked to make it up to you about rent. Now I’m gonna owe you again” he says with a smile as he leans agains the counter by you, watching you do the dishes. “Well the food was good so I wouldn’t mind if you made something else for me” you admit. Finishing up the dishes, your hands were soaked and you secretly wanted to look in a mirror to fix your self up, if need be. You ask for the bathroom and he directs you to it. The bathroom is just as clean as the rest of the apartment. You dry off and go to meet Toji in the living room.

He’s sitting on the couch so you make your way over and sit on the opposite side. “What would you like to do?” He’s relaxed on the couch, his legs manspread, an arm thrown over the back of the couch shifting his head to look at you. He just looks so good you can’t help but let your mind run wild. “It’s only 9:30 so you can stay a little longer right? You only live next door.” You internally debate for about two seconds before agreeing. “It’s not my bedtime yet so I guess we could find something to do or watch something.” You say with a chuckle turning your face toward his but you notice his eyes aren’t meeting yours and he’s no longer smiling. His eyes are all over your body from the top of your head all the way down to where your feet meet the floor. “What about some dessert?” He asks with that smirk finally coming back as his green orbs lock on yours. You feel yourself turn red from his stare. You don’t trust yourself not to stutter so you just nod your head and keep eye contact to see what he has in mind. He keeps his gaze on yours as he starts to move closer. You feel your breath get stuck in your throat as he set his hand on your knee and leans into your ear. “I know I should let you pick what’s for dessert,” you feel his hand dragging up your thigh while the other one finds its place behind your neck “but let me eat this pussy instead, ok pretty girl?” You feel yourself shiver. Thank god you agreed to dinner.

Toji pulled back to connect his lips to yours. You melt into the kiss, allowing him to devour your mouth with his as he slips his tongue past your lips. His hands are now at your waist pulling you onto his lap to straddle him. Your hands have finally made their way into his hair and on the back of his neck. Your lips briefly fought with his for dominance, but he easily over powered you. His hands were now running down your back and gripping your ass. You feel yourself moan into the kiss and his hands start to rock you against his bulge directly beneath you. You haven’t seen his cock yet but you can feel that it’s huge. You feel yourself practically dripping into your panties. You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath. “Fuck pretty girl, can you feel what you do to me?” He asks grinding his hips up to meet yours with a harsh but slow thrust. “Haven’t stopped thinking about you since you knocked on my door that day.” He admits letting out a small grunt. You whine “Can’t stop thinking about y-you either” his lips are pressing against your jaw as his hands are pulling up the sweater your wearing. “Yeah? You think about me when you touch yourself? I can hear you moaning like a slut through the walls.” Your movements halt for a moment. He could hear you this whole time? How embarrassing. He smacks your ass “I want you to use your words pretty. You think about me?” You felt so small but so good it didn’t even matter. “I think about you all the time” you admit. His arms finish taking off your sweater and are now wrapping around your waist picking you up and walking you to assumably his bedroom.

Your shirt was left in the living room and your bra was taken off in the hallway all while Toji kept his lip on yours. You feel yourself getting thrown onto his mattress. His bed smelled amazing. Like sunflowers and musk. You hope this isn’t your only time in here. Within moments his shirts off and he pounces on you. Kissing your lips once more before kissing down your throat and making his way to your hardened nipples. “Look at that. So cute.” He says as he leans down to start flicking his tongue on one nipple and twist the other between his fingers. All his touches are sending shockwaves straight to your clit. You feel so whiney from the slightest bit of foreplay and it’s not even the best part. Toji tugs at one of your nipples gently with his teeth as you feel his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants. He manages to take them off successfully with one hand which left you in only the lacy lilac panties you were hoping he could see on you. You feel like an absolute mess. Your hands as gripping his shoulders like your life depends on it as he keeps moving his lips lower and lower. You breath is coming out in pants from anticipation. He finally makes it to the waist line if your panties before pulling away and using his hands to spread your thighs. “Look at that. You wore these just for me?” He asks teasingly as he drags his middle finger over your clothed core, feeling the wet spot in the center. “Mhmm” you nod in agreement. He slaps your pussy, displeased with the lack of words and you quickly correct yourself “Yes s-sir” Your beet red. How does a stranger have this much control over you. You feel like if he said to cum you would cum on the spot. “Good girl, now just lay there and let me make things up to you”

Toji was being a tease. He took his sweet ass time kissing up and down both of your thighs, dragging his tongue along the insides of your legs until he finally places one sweet kiss on your clothed clit. You couldn’t even contain the moan that leaves your mouth. He starts to lick at your wet mound through the panties. “T-toji please” you beg wanting to actually feel him use his mouth. “Please what pretty girl? You want me to take them off?” He asked while toying with the waist band, leaving more kisses to your clothed pussy. “Yes please. Wan feel your mouth.” You practically beg looking down at the man between your thighs.

He places on last kiss on your panties before slipping them to the side and licking a long stripe up from your hole to your clit. You feel any breath in your lungs leave at the sensation. Toji is relentless. He keeps licking at your hole like he’s a starved man. He is switching from sucking to slurping to licking to flicking in the perfect way. You moans are uncontrollable at this point. Your legs keep trying to close around his head but his strong hands are keeping them pried open while your back remains arched off the bed. Your hands are on the back of his head keeping him there as he laps at your clit. You couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but lay there and take it. His mouth is all over your pussy and you feel your clit twitching waiting to release. Toji could feel you getting closer to your release and decides to slip a finger in your hole. He pumps his finger in 2 times before you’re shaking and spasming around his finger. Your eyes have tears building in your lash line from the intensity of the orgasm you just had wash over you but Toji was far from done. He sits up on his elbows to look at you from between your thighs with his finger still curling upwards inside you. “Who told you to cum? -I don’t think I allowed you too slut.” He pulls his finger out momentarily to slap your pussy before shoving 2 fingers back in.

Your whining as Toji fingers you through your orgasm. The pace his fingers are pumping in and out of you is making the most lewd noises of squelching. You’re trying to apologize but you feel like there’s no air in the room. The only thing on your mind is Toji. He slows his pace and finally pulls his fingers out only to sit up on his knees and grab you by the hair in your head, pulling you up to your knees on the bed into a heated kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he prods at your mouth. “You gonna be a good girl and choke on this dick or do I need to make you?” he says grabbing your face to where your cheeks are squeezed close enough together your lips pucker. You nod your head unable to give a verbal response and he allows it this time. You automatically move to the end of the bed when Toji releases your face and lies down. You get on your hands and knees between his legs and start to unbuckle his pants. He’s moving his hand to cup your jaw and drag his finger over your lip. “Look at you. You look like a mess already. Gonna make a mess on my cock pretty girl?” He asks. “Yes sir” you whimper. After pulling his pants down you start to palm at his bulge through his boxers. He grabs you by your hair again and pulls your face down onto his lap. He then grinds his hard bulge up onto your cheek, like a pet rubbing their face on their owner. “Open” is all he says before pulling his cock out to which you gladly oblige. He pulls you up by your hair and places your open mouth over his tip. One thing you were confident in was sucking some dick. Toji keeps his hand in your hair but lets move as you wish, like a dog on a leash. You place a chaste kiss on the tip before sticking your tongue out and dropping your mouth down onto his length before closing your lips around it and sucking. Moaning around his length at the feeling of him in your mouth. You bob your head slowly to take as much of him as you can. You could hear his breathing falter the farther you went down. “Fuck. Takin me so well” he said gently guiding your head up and down at a bit of a faster pace. His cock was big, but the girth is where you were struggling. Once he started hitting the back of your throat you were gagging. You moved your hand to grab his balls while you were taking his cock down your throat. You can feel the spit just sliding down your mouth to his balls. He lets out a low grunt as you feel him shift his legs. He plants his feet on the mattress with his knees bent. He starts to buck his hips up at a steadily increasing pace until he fucking your mouth. You can feel your drool all over your mouth, your neck, his lap, and he isn’t letting up. You just keep gagging, trying to breathe through your nose as you look up at him with runny mascara and wet cheeks from the spit and tears. You can’t help but moan from how good you feel. Toji looks so good fucking your mouth, you just keep imagining how he would look pounding you into the mattress. “Just like that pretty girl. Take it like a good little slut.” You moan around his cock. You want nothing more than to please this man right now. His pace keeps up for a little bit longer before his hips stutter “F-fuck you better swallow what I give you or I won’t let you cum again.” And with that he brings your nose to his pelvis one more time before releasing down your throat. You can barely even taste it he had you pulled so far down. You choke a little bit but you swallow every drop. You didn’t want him to be done yet, no matter how tired and fucked out you were.

He pulls you off of his cock by your hair and brings your face to his. “Show me your tongue.” You open your mouth with your tongue sticking out so he can see that you did what you were told and swallowed. He didn’t say it but he thought you looked so fucking gorgeous. Your eyes were glossy from the tears, mascara running down your face, cheeks were pink and wet from the slobber, lips red and swollen from him fucking your face, you just looked so fucked out and desperate he could’ve came again just from the sight. “Look at how pathetic you are.” He spits into your mouth and then brings you in for a sloppy kiss. It’s basically all tongue. All your doing it’s tasting each other. Swapping spit and sucking each others tongues while you both catch your breath. “All that just from a little bit of cock hm? You think you can take some more?” “Yes please” you whimper.

He rolls you onto your back spreading your legs again. His cock is already hard again as he’s sliding it up and down your folds. “Beg for it” he smirks making sure the tip is rubbing on your clit. “Please fuck me toji.” You say blushing again basically whispering what you want from the man. “You just let me fuck your throat and now you wanna act shy? Beg for it or I can help you get dressed.” He says slapping your thigh while still rubbing his hardened member through your folds. Your wetness keeps building up as he teases your cunt. It’s getting sloppier and wetter by the second. “Please fuck me sir. I want your cock so bad. I can’t stop thinking about it since I took over here” you admit whining from the friction but desperate for more. “Aw is my little landlord desperate for me? You want me to fill you up with my cock?” He teases with that smirk. “Yes sir I want it so bad. Wanna feel you inside me daddy please?” You beg and he delivers. Pulling back one last time to thrust his cock into you. He give you a moment to adjust to the size. You feel like your legs have gone numb. He lowers his forehead to rest on yours with his arms caging around your head as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of you. Short and shallow thrusts slowly progress to fast and deep thrust. “F-fuck this lil pussy is just sucking me in. You like that? You like getting fucked by your tenant?” Your moans are loud and breathy. Your hands are gripping his shoulders again. You feel like he’s knocking the wind out of you with every thrust. “Yes feels sgood” you manage to say while whining. Your able to open your eyes every few seconds before Toji manages to hit that spongy spot inside you that sends your eyes rolling in the back of your head “Yea? You look so dumb right now. Your gettin fucked stupid on daddy’s dick aren’t you?” He says grunting. His words, his moans, the wet slaps you keep hearing, it’s all adding to the heat in your stomach that keeps building. Toji can feel you clenching around his cock. He took your legs and pushed them into your chest as he starts relentlessly pounding into you. “If you wanna cum you better use your words.” His hips don’t falter. He keeps up his brutal pace waiting for your response. “C-can I cum please” you beg as best as you can. Unable to really speak without stuttering. “Thank me, say thank you daddy and I’ll let you cum.” “T-thank you daddyyy feels ssgood please let me cum” he reaches his hand down to you clit. Rubbing harsh circles as he keeps pounding into you but his hips are starting to stutter as he reaches his release too. “Cum with me baby, cum on my cock.” That was all he had to say as you let out a silent scream, clenching around his cock as your body shakes with an even more intense orgasm. Your eyes fly open with your mouth in the shape of an “o” as Toji releases inside you. Letting out the prettiest moan you’ve heard. His hips slow down as he fucks you through your orgasm until he hissed from the sensitivity and pulled out collapsing on top of you.

You’re both out of breath, sticky, and tired. You let your fingers gently glide along his back for a few minutes before he gets up from on top of you. “Wait here” he goes and gets a wet rag to clean you up where you need it most. He’s still catching his breath as he starts going through his drawers. You finally get a good look at his bedroom and it’s lovely. Your head is still spinning about what’s just happened. Eventually Toji has put some new boxers on and your still left naked on his bed. You feel yourself blush assuming it’s your time to get dressed and leave. You start to sit up when something soft hits your chest. “It’ll probably be too big but it’ll work right princess?” He asks grabbing one more thing before turning to face you. You pick up what was thrown at you and it was one of his T shirts. You look up at him with a smile and nod. He gets back in the bed with you after you’ve put the big shirt on. He pulls you into his chest as you guys begin to talk about life. What it was like growing up, hobbies, embarrassing stories, it’s sweet. It’s almost like he didn’t just re-arrange your guts but it’s nice. Eventually you drift asleep while in his arms.

You wake up to the alarm that was set on your phone. Sitting up you remember the events of last night but you don’t see Toji anywhere. You need to head back to your apartment for fresh clothes and a shower. You have to get to your office to print out some pamphlets before giving a few apartment tours. You’re a little sad as you get up to do the walk of shame that’s about 12 feet to your apartment. When you reach his door to leave you notice there’s a note taped to the door.

“Sorry sweets, had a job early this morning and didn’t wanna wake you. I know you have a master key so can you lock my door? Don’t be mad at me. Let me make it up to you tonight? ;)

Ps have a good day <3

xxx-xxx-xxxx -Toji”

You couldn’t be more thrilled to have a shitty tenant.

🖤🖤AHHAHHAAH FIRST FIC KINDA NERVOUS. Please let me know any requests. I’m still trying to figure out how to post and things of that nature. Please do not repost my work elsewhere without my permission. 🖤🖤

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[buckgasms]

🎀 Indulging 🎀

This week is kicking my butt and I just wanted to indulge in a little something 😘 it gets Hella steamy at the end so y'know be warned. Also what did you expect!?

Also this is so long so clearly I need more time in therapy 😂

I wanna hear what you do to indulge, gimme the deets 🤫

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- One of Bucky's tasks for you, which he likes to get you to do is "indulge".

- This was quite a difficult challenge when you first started out as his Princess because it didn't feel right.

- Maybe you felt you were taking advantage of him?

- Plus, who has time to indulge in whatever they like?

- It took a while for him to convince you that nothing made him happier than to see you enjoy yourself.

- But once he did..... Oh baby.

- One of your favourite things was dressing up in the prettiest things you could find.

- You have a wardrobe full of dresses, every colour of the rainbow, gorgeous fabrics and styles.

- They vary from slinky evening dresses, skimpy cocktail dress and princess type ballgowns.

- Each one very much approved by Daddy, when you swirled around the room, hiking up your skirts to rush around him and of course, anything that beautifully shows off your skin.

- And your underwear... That needs a wardrobe of its own!

- Bucky has a much more hands on approach to choosing this, although sometimes you like to surprise him.

- It's not that he is against anything you put on, he just likes to see it first.

- He also likes to make sure it works properly, so he will take his time running his hands over your body, making sure the buttons, clasps and clips all come off when he demands it.

- This often leads to steamy sessions in changing rooms.

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- Another indulgence for you is baths.

- Not just any baths though.

- You have a cupboard stocked full of bubble baths, bath bombs, salts, candles and oils that you brew up like a little fairy to make the best smells.

- You might also own a little rubber duck or two 🤭

- More than once Daddy has come home to find you surrounded by bubbles, singing along to your favourite music.

- He likes to sit on the edge as you tell him about your day, leaning in to kiss you or stroke along your soft skin.

- You tease him a little by making sure the bubbles hide your body, so he has to swirl the water around to make them disappear quicker.

- If you give him your best pouty lips he'll slip in with you.

- "Daddy you told me to indulge, and I want you to get in with me."

- There is nothing better than sitting on Bucky's lap as his hands roam all over you as he kisses you till you feel drunk.

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- More than once you have skipped down to his office, climbed into his lap and proceed to grind on his thigh and kiss him like you might die if you don't.

- "What are you doing Princess?" He growls.

- "Indulging, Daddy" you whisper back.

- Far from him to refuse you.

- He leans back and watches as you run your bare pussy on his thigh, soft little moans escaping from your lips as you leave a damp patch on his expensive suit.

- He tenses his muscles in time with your motions to give you more friction, making you mewl as your pleasure builds.

- Your head drops forward to rest on his shoulder and he presses kisses to whatever skin he can reach, rubbing your back and whispering dirty things in your ear.

- "So desperate for me ain't ya Princess?"

- "Making such a mess baby, good girl keep going."

- "Like being my good girl don't ya? Like taking what's yours huh?"

- You whine and press down harder, chasing your orgasm, hands gripping his shirt like a vice.

- Finally you topple over the edge and cry out, until he pulls you back for a searing kiss.

- His hands grip your hips and he guides you to keep riding him through it, only stopping when you whimper at him.

- When you've calmed down he readjusts you to sit on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder and he slides his thumb in your mouth as you doze.

- Then he'll continue his meeting as if nothing happened.

- 🥹🤭

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- You also have access to a debit card so you can shop for any little treats you desire.

- Sometimes you wait for Bucky to get home before you unwrap your latest treasure.

- Other times he comes home to find you surrounded by boxes of your favourite things.

- He's kinda clueless about things like pop culture, but he likes it when you explain complex backstories about your favourite characters, or the history of your favourite band, or the different between different art tools.

- You always buy something for your Daddy though.

- Either something pretty or something naughty.

- He appreciates it all either way.

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- On a very rare occasion you may indulge in the items that live in the drawers beside your bed.

- You much prefer Bucky to play with you and make you come...

- But....

- If you are allowed, and the mood strikes you, well why not?

- This indulgence involves sending Bucky pictures. Lots and lots of pictures and videos.

- He often gets very distracted at work when his phone starts pinging.

- Without thinking he swipes it unlocked and there you are.

- You've planted yourself on top of a sybian, a gag in your mouth and cute little bunny ears on.

- Next comes a video, the humming is loud, but not as loud as you, moaning behind your gag.

- His cock twitches as you focus on your face, eyes welling with desperate need, drool dripping down your chest and even with your muffled mouth he knows your whining for him.

- He watches that a few times, slipping his dick out and stroking. He might even send you a picture back, so you know what you've done to him.

- Another video comes, you have removed the gag and you moan for Daddy.

- "Come play with me pleeease?"

- "Need you, daddy, can't do it myself"

- "Gotta make it better Daddy"

- What you don't know is Bucky has already left his office, marched his way to the lift and is slamming his hand into the right button to get to you and fuck that mouth, that pussy, that ass.

- You wait for his response and grind on your sybian, whining and gripping on to the soft leather as you draw closer to your peak.

- Suddenly the door busts open and there is your Bucky, panting like he's taken the stairs. He's already shirtless and before he's reached you, his cock is free.

- You are ready for him when he threads his hands through your hair and slides it all the way down your throat.

- It's enough to make you come immediately, you choke around him and grip his thigh as you try to relieve some of the stimulation on your pussy.

- But Daddy's here now.

- He kicks the control away from your hands and continues to fuck your mouth, pushing you down as he does it.

- "You sit right there Princess, you just keep coming for Daddy."

- "Stop wiggling princess, just lemme use that perfect mouth"

- "Gonna come in your mouth baby, you're gonna take it all."

- He growls as he comes and, like a good girl, you hold it in your mouth until he lets you swallow it.

- He crouches down, so he's eye level with you, presses his thumb on your clit and as your eyes roll back in your head he whispers, "Swallow Princess" and you come harder than you have in a long time.

- He turns the machine off and catches you when you fall forward, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheeks as you pant.

- "See baby, Daddy loves it when you indulge"

- And maybe the machine buzzes back to life.....

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[slutforstabbings-archive]

May I request a scenario of a fem reader liking Corey, but she doesn't let herself be loved (even though deep down she wants to be) and instead hooks Corey up with Allyson instead? Perhaps the fem reader prefers others to have a happy ending over herself, and imagine if Corey came back to the reader like, "But I love you..Why won't you let me love you?". Eventually the fem reader breaks down and lets him, like a heartwarming ending? (Angst, fluff)

sorry for the long wait, but here it is! it's lengthy because I was in the mood for worldbuilding i guess lol.

Corey Cunningham x fem!Reader

5,954 words!

angst, fluff, hurt and comfort, miscommunications, all that stuff. canon divergent, takes place during the first part of the film

beloved taglist: @rebel-blue @nachtmahr666 @vanellygal @cordelium @multifandom--mess @wolvesandvampires

The First of Many

You tap a stack of invoices on your desk, aligning their edges before filing them away. Then you make sure all the customer keys are labeled and hung appropriately. You know they are but you’re trying to kill the last few minutes of your shift at Prevo Auto. You refresh the shop email and no new messages come through. 4:57. Come on 5pm! You look through the window in the front office into the garage to try to see Corey, but you only see your father. You empty the small trash can under your desk. 

Dad is how you got the job working Prevo’s front desk, and how you first came to know Corey. Dad was one of Ron’s first hires when Prevo opened up on the outskirts of Haddonfield. You went to the same school as Corey, the only high school in Haddonfield, but you never crossed paths with your fellow Husker. No, you’d see him when work brought your families together, the Prevo Christmas party, you and Dad visiting their house for dinner once or twice (and then never again to avoid spending any more time in the vicinity of Ron’s horrible wife, Joan). A few times in the spring Corey turned 21, when Dad hired him to help out with yard work. 

The first time you ever got to really speak to him, you’d been sitting cross legged on the back porch squeezing petunias out of little plastic cups from the nursery and massaging their roots so he and Dad could plant them. He sat down next to you, soil and grass clippings sticking to his sweaty legs, taking a break from the sun. You’d talked a while, the longest and most private conversation you’d ever had with him, and found him extremely likable. He was smart and ambitious and he made you laugh. He was looking really good too, his short time doing landscaping for people in town already adding bulk to his limbs and bleaching little copper streaks into his brown hair, the sun encouraging his freckles. 

You found out he’d just turned 21 and didn’t do anything for his birthday, so when all the work was done, you’d brought him a beer and a Hostess cupcake. 

“This is your birthday party now,” you told him. One corner of his mouth lifted into a smile before bringing the other side up with it. You ended the day with a little crush on him.

You started your job at Prevo not long after that, hoping it meant you would see Corey more often. Then the accident happened. It fell to you and Dad to keep the ship afloat while the captain was away, running the auto shop the best you could to help take pressure off Ron, who was gone every day for weeks, driving two hours one way with Joan and Corey to Springfield for the trial. You wanted desperately to sit in the courtroom gallery and support him. To be a kind face is the sea of snarls he had to look out into every day. But you knew you were needed at work, that you were supporting him from behind your desk. A couple times in the evenings you delivered a casserole to the Cunningham-Prevo house, wanting to make sure they were eating well despite all the stress and time spent out of town. 

Since Corey came to work for his step-father, you’ve become good friends. Joan serves dinner at 6:30 like clockwork and makes Corey’s night hell if he’s late, but Ron cuts him loose at 5, even tho Prevo is open til 6, to give him 90 glorious minutes of free time before Joan can get him back under her thumb for the evening. The flow of customers has usually all but dried up by then, so the ends of your shifts align. 

You stand in front of the ancient time clock in the back, hand hovering, prepared to insert your time card as soon as it rolls over to 5:00. A massive pair of hands comes from nowhere to cover your eyes. 

“Guess who?” Says a raspy voice in a Northeastern accent. As if it could be anybody else.

“The Easter bunny?” You ask. 

Corey chuckles. “Not quite.”

“Okay, then it’s probably… James Dean.”

He scoffs. “No.”

“Shit, okay,” you say, pretending to be disappointed. “Final guess… Corey Cunningham?”

He lifts his hands from over your eyes and steps to stand next to you. 

“Third time’s the charm,” he says. 

“You’re such a dork,” you tell him playfully as you clock out, at 5:01, thanks to him. 

“I learned from the best,” he says, taking your place in front of the time clock. 

Corey changes out of his coveralls and washes all the grease off his hands in the bathroom. You check your phone, thinking of texting your friend Allyson. You haven’t heard from her in weeks, maybe months, which isn’t uncommon. But last you heard she was still trying to untangle herself from that scummy cop she’d been with since 2018. You feel like you should check on her. But before you can finish composing your message, Corey comes out of the bathroom. You never look at your phone when you’re with him. You get to spend too little time together to squander it.

The two of you enact your routine for afternoons you spend together. You ride on his bike pegs first to the gas station, then to the part of town where the old Myers house used to sit, a desolate and decaying neighborhood with a park you can’t believe the city still bothers to mow. You sit on the cracked swings creaking from rusty chains and dig your toes down into the ancient mulch, all the way to the rotten tarp underneath. How much Corey wants to talk varies a lot, so you let him set the tone. Although he was playful at work, he seems to have fallen deep into thought on the bike ride, so neither of you says much. 

Suddenly you remember something you used to do as a kid. You use your feet to rotate the swing 90 degrees, then 90 more, so you’re facing the opposite direction and the rusted chain is crossed above you. You complete another half turn and the chain braids around itself. You dig your feet into the mulch and slowly turn yourself around, again, and again, getting more and more difficult as the chain kinks, gaining resistance and raising you further from the ground. It makes a scraping sound as the rust grinds together, and a concerning groaning from the stress on the bolts holding the chains to the support structure. Corey watches you skeptically. When you can’t twist the chains anymore you rest for a second before lifting both feet off the ground.

The chains unravel and you spin back the other direction, even faster than you expected, the chain coiling back around itself. You laugh heartily, shocked that it’s still so fun. Corey’s skeptical look changes to delight and he laughs as he twists his own swing’s chains. You both spin over and over, cackling, until you get so dizzy you slip backwards out of the swing and land on your ass. 

“Be careful!” Corey says, jumping off his swing to help you.

You’re still laughing. You take his outstretched hand and he pulls you up. You stand there, your hand lingering in his for a moment. Then his alarm goes off. 6:15. Playtime’s over. You dust yourself off before once again you mount his bike pegs. He drops you off at your place before biking the rest of the way home.

“How was your date?” Dad asks from the living room as you come inside.

“It wasn’t a date,” you say, kicking off your shoes.

“Whatever you say, Pumpkin,” Dad replies. 

You wish it was a date. The little crush you formed that day on the back porch has only grown in the intervening years. Deepening and strengthening, fueled by your respect for how he handled himself in such a horrible situation, your awe at his inner strength, and your delight to find his sense of humor lingering after everything he’s been through. In the moments at work when you hand him the keys to a car or end up in the break room at the same time, and those short hours when Joan thinks he’s still at work, you’ve fallen in love with him.

You’ve fallen in love with him and it is totally fucking unrequited. Corey loves you, you don’t doubt that at all, but it’s excruciatingly platonic. When you first realized how you felt, you’d tried to pay attention, look for signs that he felt the same way. Sometimes you thought you saw something, in the way he looked at you, or how his hand always seemed to brush yours when he handed you a set of keys. It wasn’t exactly the most compelling evidence. You couldn’t trust that you weren’t just reading too much into things. Corey is shy, awkward, inexperienced. But surely he would do something more obvious if he felt the same as you do.

So it’s not reciprocal. You’ve done your best to accept it. You weren’t meant to be anything more than friends with him, so you just enjoy his friendship. You work hard to be the best friend you can be. Somebody has to look out for him in this town, this world, that seems set on destroying him. 

You eat dinner in front of the TV with Dad, then you spend the rest of the night in your room. Listening to music and pacing in the lamp light. Trying not to think about Corey, refusing to indulge the temptation to imagine what a future with him would be like. Instead, you fold your laundry.  You rearrange your bookshelf. You remember your half-written text to Allyson and finish it, hitting send but not expecting much. Eventually it gets late enough for you to climb into bed.

In the morning you’re brushing your teeth when you get a pleasant surprise. Allyson texts back. You suggest the two of you grab lunch to catch up and she agrees. She comes to Prevo to pick you up. Her car rattles so loudly it’s hard to hear her music. 

“When you take me back, I’ll have one of the guys look at that rattle!” You say, raising your voice a little over the racket. 

“It’s not a big deal!” She says. You raise your eyebrows at her and she laughs. “Okay, it’s a big deal!”

“Don’t worry! Family discount!” 

You get to the restaurant and are shown to your table. Allyson tells you that her grandma bought a house and they live together now, that she’s expecting a promotion soon at the Mathis Clinic, that her annoying ex has pretty much faded into the background. You’re so happy she’s doing well. After everything she’s been through she could easily be forgiven for giving up, but she hasn’t. You’re proud of your friend. 

“Anyway there’s this Halloween party at Velkovsky’s tomorrow. I wanna go because Lindsey works there and arranged the whole thing, but I don’t wanna go alone,” she says. 

You’d offer to go with her but you already have plans with Dad tomorrow night to drive across the border into Iowa to visit a giant pumpkin patch he’d seen online. It’s unclear whether the patch or the pumpkins are giant, but he read that it’s popular with influencers so you agreed to leave the night before your visit. The plan is to stay in a motel so you can be there as soon as the gates open. God forbid all the midwestern Instagram girlies buy all the pumpkins before your father can get one. 

Suddenly, a brilliant idea strikes you. “I could set you up with someone, if you want,” you tell her. 

“Oh jeez, I don’t know about that,” she protests. 

“No, no, he’s an amazing guy. He’s really cute and I think you’ll find you have a lot in common,” you tell her. 

She thinks, anxiously tapping a chip against the bowl of salsa on the table. “Okay,” she says. “I’m trusting you… if you think he’s a great guy then I’ll give him a shot.”

Instead of dropping you at the gates to Prevo Auto, Allyson pulls into the scrapyard and you show her where to park. You run inside and look for Corey. You find him in the break room, drinking from a glass bottle of chocolate milk. 

“Are you busy?” You ask. 

“Not really,” he says, smiling. 

“Awesome. Come out front with me, a friend of mine needs something quick and I want you to meet her.”

Corey furrows his brows. He hates meeting people. But you do so much for him, he trusts that you wouldn’t bring him to someone who’ll treat him like most of Haddonfield does. He puts the cap back on his milk and sets it back in the fridge. You lead him out into the yard. Allyson is leaning against her car. She’s so pretty and kind, there’s no way Corey won’t be into her, you think to yourself. You never imagined yourself as the friend who plays matchmaker. You feel the tiniest lump form in your throat. You want Corey to be with you. If you can’t have him tho, you know Allyson will treat him right, that she can understand the trauma and tragedy of his life in a way you probably never could. You’ll be the best (wo)man at their wedding, and a devoted godmother for their children if it comes to that. 

“Allyson Nelson, meet Corey Cunningham. Corey, Allyson.” 

“Hi,” Corey says sheepishly, wiping a broad hand on his coveralls before holding it out for her to shake.

“Nice to meet you,” she says, accepting it.

“Her car’s been rattling super loud,” you explain. “I thought you could take a look at it.”

“Sure. Probably the exhaust system clamp coming loose. It’ll take like, five minutes. Super cinchy,” Corey says.

Allyson looks at you, then looks at him. “Cinchy?” she says. Corey laughs. 

“Okay, I’ll leave you to it then,” you say. You hold your arms out for a hug and Allyson leans in. “Always great to catch up with you. Let’s not wait so long next time.”

“For sure,” Allyson says.

Then you drop your voice to a whisper. “Invite him to Velkovsky’s!” you say into her ear. Then you let go. You clap Corey on the back reassuringly as you walk back into the office.

The phone has a blinking red light. You listen to the voicemails left while you were at lunch and take notes, but your attention is split. You keep looking through the office windows to watch Corey and Allyson. You wish you could hear them because they keep making each other laugh. He puts her car on the lift and rolls under it on a creeper. She keeps talking to him while he works. He rolls back out from under the car and lets it down from the lift. Attila, one of the other mechanics, comes to return a customer’s keys and update the log of what’s been done to their car. When he walks away you can’t see Corey anymore and Allyson’s car is gone. 

At 4:55 Corey is already at the desk, waiting for you to do your last minute organizing and email checking. 

“Allyson’s really nice,” he says.

“Yeah,” you say, smiling. You hope it’s convincing. “She is.” 

He gives you a strange look, like he’s studying you, but he doesn’t say anything else. The two of you don’t talk at all, all the way to the gas station, through buying snacks, and to the park. While he locks his bike against a tree, you cross to the old merry go round. It’s covered in dry orange leaves and you dust a spot clean. You lay on your back with your legs hanging off the edge, looking up into the gray autumn sky. Corey comes and cleans a spot across from you so that when he lays down your heads are next to each other. 

“Do you ever think it’s weird that we didn’t know each other in high school? Well, nobody knew me. But do you think it’s weird that I didn’t know you?” Corey asks.

“Nobody knew me either,” you say. “But I wanted to know you, from seeing you at work stuff. I just  never saw you in the hallway or anything.”  

“You wanted to know me?” 

“Well, yeah. Dad told me stuff about you that Ronald told him. And it would’ve been nice to have someone closer to my age to talk to at the Christmas party and shit. I was always too shy to say anything when we were actually at the Christmas party tho. I wanted to have a class with you or something so we could talk that way.”

“I didn’t know that,” Corey says. A few times it seems like he’s going to say something else, but he stays quiet the rest of your time together until he says goodbye when he drops you off at home. 

Later that evening you get a text from Allyson, letting you know she took your advice and asked Corey to the party. Then you get a text from Corey, a rarity since his mom still looks through his phone, confused and surprised that Allyson asked him. You encourage him to go. You feel bad about it, but you craft your replies to make it seem like you’re going too. You hate to even be kinda semi-dishonest with him, but you know he’ll say no if he knows you can’t make it. You hope Allyson won’t mention it. If he just shows up, you know he could have a good time. It’ll be a costume party, no one even has to know it’s him. They’ll have a blast and before the night is even over, they’ll agree to a second date. 

A smile comes to your face, but your eyes fill with tears. Nothing could make you happier than imagining Corey happy. Your deepest wish is that you could be the one to make him happy, but you have to let go of that eventually. Grow up, move on. They’ve both suffered so much more than you have and they both deserve the best. You’re lucky just to be on the periphery, and you should feel honored to be the one who introduced them. You feel sick to your stomach instead.

The next day at Prevo is super busy, and you’re thankful for it. You don’t want Corey to ask you about the party in person. You haven’t actually lied to him, and you won’t do it if he asks you directly, so it’s easiest if you just don’t talk to him all day. He does wander into the front office a few times, but you’re on the phone or ringing a customer up every time and he doesn’t interfere. When 5 rolls around you can’t avoid him anymore, but luckily all he says is that he has to go straight home to get ready. You tell him you do too, and that technically isn’t a lie either. You still have to pack your overnight bag for the pumpkin patch. 

-

“What’s the matter, Kiddo?” Dad asks as you approach the state line. As far as you can see in either direction, the road is flanked by the dry remnants of this past summer’s crops. 

“Corey’s on a date with Allyson Nelson right now,” you say. 

“Allyson Nelson? How did that happen?” he asks.

“I set them up.” 

“Well, why’d you do that? I know I tease you about it a lot, but I was really tickled that you two have gotten so close.” Dad’s always been fond of Corey too, it’s not news to you that he’s a fan of your friendship.

“Yeah well, I’m tickled too, but he’s not.”

“Why would you think a thing like that?” 

You shrug and slouch in your seat. “He hasn’t said anything or done anything to make me think he’s interested in me like that.”

Dad laughs and sighs your name. “I think you’ve been a little blind. Corey adores you.”

“Platonically,” you amend. 

“Have you asked him?” 

“No,” you say quietly.

“Well Pumpkin, I think you found the problem,” Dad says.  

“I just… What if that fucks our friendship up? He doesn’t have anybody else.”

“I know Corey’s important to you, but that doesn’t make him your responsibility. He’s an adult. And I hope your friendship is strong enough to handle a little status update conversation.”

“I think it is but I’m just not 100% sure. I really don’t want to lose him.” Your voice cracks. 

“So you set him up with Allyson to keep him?” Dad asks gently. 

“My brilliant plan doesn’t sound so brilliant when you say it,” you tell him, and laugh a little. “But it’s too late now.”

“Well why don’t you just wait until we get home and tell him how you feel before you decide that.”

Because he’ll already be falling for Allyson by then, you think but don’t say out loud. 

Your phone hasn’t had service for basically the whole drive, and you still can’t get anything to load or go through when you get to the motel. They have wifi, but they charge extra for it. In a way you’re relieved. You don’t want to know how it went yet. You just turn your phone completely off and lay in the stiff motel bed, listening to Dad snoring and the endless episodes of Ancient Aliens on the vintage motel TV.

-

Allyson picks Corey up on the corner, down the block from his house. He doesn’t want Momma to see him getting in a car with a girl. He didn’t have a costume so she brought him a mask. He expected you to be in the car with Allyson, all three of you carpooling, but he’s disappointed to be her only passenger. 

At Velkovsky’s Allyson orders them drinks and Corey sips his apprehensively. She tries to get him to dance and the alcohol has lowered his inhibitions just enough for him to reluctantly agree. Surely you’re on your way and he just has to have a good time with a new friend until you get there. Inside his mask he’s overheating, and the alcohol whispers for him to take it off even though he knows it’s a bad idea. But he’s having fun and you’ll be here soon, so he slips it up over his head and drops it on the pool table.

Allyson is pleasantly surprised to see Corey’s face. You were right, he is really cute. He’s sweet too, and of course she knows what he’s been through. It touches her that his ordeal doesn’t seem to have made him hard the way it sometimes feels like her trauma did to her. She can’t help but wonder why you’re not his girlfriend. She’s heard the admiration in your voice when you’ve mentioned him over the years. Maybe she had just been mistaken about the kind of affection you have for him. 

Corey approaches the bar to order another drink, leaving Allyson on the dance floor. He doesn’t notice Theresa Allen slumped on a bar stool nearby. Unfortunately, she notices him. 

“You!” she says, sitting up. “You just here dancing, having a good time with your friends?” 

Corey flinches. “I’m sorry,” he mutters.

“Oh, sorry? You’re sorry!? For killing my son?” She slides off her bar stool to get in Corey’s face. He backs away, trying to find the exit behind him. “I wake up every day and I can’t get past the pain. It kills me, do you understand?” Corey’s back finds the wall and he’s trapped. “No, you don’t understand if you think you can come in here and take off your little mask and have a good time with your friends.”

Lindsey appears from behind the bar and grabs Mrs. Allen, pulling her away from Corey. But that doesn’t stop her from screaming. “The judge might’ve said you were innocent, but I know you! You pushed my little boy because you got mad and lost your fucking mind! Innocent people don’t do that!” Corey finally finds an exit behind him and makes a break for it. Allyson hears all the commotion and turns in the direction of the chaos just in time to see Corey slipping out the door. She rushes after him. “Evil people do!” screams Mrs. Allen. “Evil!”

Corey runs blindly across the yard outside the bar. Allyson follows him, screaming his name. He gets to the street and a car flies past, nearly hitting him. 

“Corey, look out!” Allyson shouts, voice breaking. 

He stops and she catches up to him. 

“Where is she?” he wails.

“Mrs. Allen?” Allyson asks, confused.

“No!” 

Then Allyson realizes. He means you.

“She went to Iowa with her dad for that pumpkin patch,” she says. “Didn’t she tell you?”

“No! I thought they were going tomorrow. I’ve been waiting for her to show up. I don’t…. I don’t do things without her.” Corey sobs and balls his fists. 

“You didn’t think this was a date?” Allyson asks. She feels a little stung but she’s trying to understand. 

“A date!?” Why would he think it was a date? His mind swirls. Traffic rushes by. Suddenly the October air on his sweaty skin makes him cold. 

“She told me she was setting us up…” Allyson says. 

Then it dawns on him. “Oh,” he says, in a much quieter voice. He takes Allyson’s hand. “I’m so sorry. You seem really cool, I’d like to get to know you better. But I… I’m…”

“You’re in love with her?” Allyson finishes for him.

Corey nods. “I’ve been trying to build up the courage to tell her. I guess I waited too long and she gave up on me.” He collapses in on himself, his already usually stooped posture worsening, broad shoulders almost parallel to the ground. He puts his head in his hands and sobs. 

“Corey,” Allyson says soothingly. “Hey.” He looks up at her. “I was surprised too. She’s always seemed to really care about you when she’s talked about you. For like, years. I think you should just talk to her.”

Allyson leads Corey back to her car and drives him almost home, dropping him off on the same corner that she picked him up on. He opens his door, then closes it.

“Hey Allyson? Could you not talk to her until I get a chance to?” He asks.

“Sure thing,” she says.

“Thanks for being understanding. Maybe the three of us can hang out sometime.”

“I’d like that,” she says. 

-

When Corey comes inside Momma is waiting for him. She demands to know the details of his night, but he does something he almost never does. He ignores her. He walks straight up the stairs and into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. Momma follows him up the stairs, pounding on his door and yanking on the knob, cursing and complaining. Eventually getting no reaction wears her out, and she goes into her room and closes the door. 

Corey lays on his back in bed, bathed intermittently by the red light from the radio tower coming in through the window. He thinks of trying to text or call you but he doesn’t know what he’d say. He kicks himself for not being more proactive. Is it too late now? If you’re setting him up on dates with other people does that mean you’re not interested in him the way he is in you? The way he has been since the spring he turned 21? 

He remembers so clearly how scandalized you’d looked when he told you he didn’t do anything for his birthday. How you insisted it was a milestone worth celebrating, even tho Corey had never done much of anything for his birthday except to spend the day even more smothered by Momma than usual. How you’d thrown him a “birthday party” on your back porch with a beer and a snack cake. It didn’t take a lot of effort on your part, it didn’t cost you much of anything. But the fact that you’d cared enough to do anything, to make any kind of deal about it, really mattered to him. 

He couldn’t believe the effort you and your dad put into helping his family during the trial either. During the darkest part of his life, the worst thing that ever happened to him, you’d been there. He hadn’t spoken a word to you for months, but he’d felt the same care eating the casseroles you’d prepared that he had felt when you brought him that beer. He mattered to someone other than Momma and Ron. He’d never felt that before. And he’d never properly thanked you. 

Now it’s his turn to show you how much you matter to him. He just has to figure out how. 

-

You wake up to the screaming of the old analog alarm clock on the table between the beds in the motel room. Dad reaches over to it and slaps it blindly a few times before turning it off. It’s still dark outside. The TV, never turned off last night, plays an infomercial for some kitchen gadget or other. You reach over to look at your phone before remembering that you turned it off last night. Oh. Right. 

You and Dad get breakfast at a Denny’s inside a truck stop across from the motel before heading to the pumpkin patch. When you get there, there’s already a line, but it’s not too bad. The sun starts to creep over the horizon as you wait, and by the time you get in it’s fully light. It’s a gorgeous day. You keep your phone off, trying to just enjoy marveling at how truly giant the pumpkins are, to drink coffee and eat a pumpkin donut without thinking about Corey and Allyson. 

At the far end of the field there’s a little platform with several hay bales sitting in front of it. You spin Dad to look in that direction, where some people dressed very conspicuously like cowboys are setting up amps and a drum kit. You pick your way through the mud and the pumpkin vines and sit on a hay bale right up front. You overhear that it’s a country cover band and get excited. This will either be a group of people so genuinely talented you can’t believe they’re playing a show at 8:30 am on a Saturday for a fucking pumpkin patch, or so genuinely terrible you can’t believe they’re playing a show at all. Delightfully, it’s the former, and you manage a whole hour without feeling like you’re on the verge of tears.

When the band’s done, two employees load the pumpkins you and Dad picked onto a big wooden cart and push them to the car. They’re so heavy they make the backseat think someone’s sitting there and you have to buckle them in to make it stop beeping. With the children secured you head home.

-

Corey dresses in the gray light from the window, picking an outfit that he hopes looks nice. He slips down the stairs, wanting to be gone before Momma wakes up. Ron’s asleep on the couch so Corey goes out the back door instead of the front. He rides his bike to your house. He has no idea what time you’ll be home, but he’s prepared to sit in the rocking chair on your front porch until he has to leave for dinner. The sun rises. He starts getting hot in his jacket, so he takes it off and drapes it on the back of the chair. He’s hungry, but he doesn’t think about it. He has to sit here until you get home. 

-

When you get close to Haddonfield, you finally turn your phone back on, knowing you’ll have a signal and fearing the messages that you assume have been waiting for you all last night and all this morning. Gradually all your notifications load, and there are a lot of them. You hold your breath as you watch for something from Corey or Allyson to appear, but there’s nothing. Somehow that feels like the worst option. You don’t want to cry, so you just close your eyes. 

“Hey Kiddo,” Dad says as he turns onto your street. “Looks like you’ve got a guest.”

You open your eyes. At the end of the street you can see someone sitting in the rocking chair on your front porch. Someone in a flannel with the sleeves rolled up, someone with a familiar mop of curly brown hair. Why is Corey here?

“I’ll just go inside and leave you to it,” Dad says as he pulls into the driveway. He parks the car and climbs the stairs. “Afternoon, Corey,” you hear him say as he unlocks the door.

“Sir,” Corey replies, inclining his head in Dad’s direction. 

You sit in the car. When the front door closes Corey stands from the rocking chair and walks to the edge of the porch. His jacket falls off the back of the chair, but he doesn’t react. You make eye contact with him from the passenger seat. You can’t read his face. Why did he come here instead of trying to call or text you? How long has he been waiting? You open your car door, and he comes down one step. Your heart pounds in your ears. You get out of the car and close the door. 

Corey comes down the rest of the stairs and crosses the driveway in three huge strides to pull you into his arms. He gets to you so fast his momentum almost knocks you over, but his arms keep you upright. You hold your arms out awkwardly, startled and confused, before relaxing into his embrace. He nuzzles his face into your neck, holding you like he can’t believe you’re real, like if he lets go, you’ll disappear. Your knees go weak at the amount of affection, getting from him what you’d always wanted but barely dared to imagine. 

The hug goes on forever, but when he pulls back, it feels painfully short. He takes a single step away from you. 

“Why did you do that?” He asks, and his voice sounds wounded. That wasn’t the emotion you were expecting at all, and suddenly you feel extremely guilty. You can’t look at him. “Why would you think I wanted that?”

“Because I… I just thought…” You begin to sob.  

Corey takes your face in his hands, gently making you look at him. He uses his thumbs to wipe the tears off your cheeks, despite those that fall from his own eyes. “I’ve wanted to tell you, but I thought you already knew.”

“Knew what?” You say, voice creaking. 

“That I love you,” he says. “I’ve been in love with you the whole time.”

You half sob half laugh. “I love you!” You say. “But I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

Corey pulls you back into his arms. 

“Is Allyson mad?” You ask.

“No. She understands.”

You reach up to Corey’s face and wipe his tears from under his glasses. “Wanna come inside?”

“Please,” he says. 

You hold hands as you ascend the stairs to the porch. Next time you hang out after work it will be a date. Before you open the door, Corey leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your lips. The first of many to come.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #halloween ends #corey cunningham fluff #mine #ask

[elementaskylos345]

At The Edge of Understanding

An Island of the Slaughtered fanfic

Stuck in a cycle of progress and stalemate, a guilt stricken man weighs his options as his want to help the spirits of the dead is stalled by his limitations as one man.

A candle flickered as the air shifted, a restless man pacing wildly in his room. Pins and red thread littered the board holding down photos, notes, and newspaper clippings. To the uninitiated it looked like the ramblings of a madman given form but look closer and it begins to make sense.

At the center was an Island, one all too well known to the frantic man, a home of tragedy. Wawanakwa. Connected to it were the victims of Chris McLean’s neglect, all 15. Further out connected to them were notes and writings and photos that he had made and gathered over the years. Supposed sightings of these poor souls, bound to the island and unable to pass on. Past that, disconnected, were theories. Theories of demons, trauma, unfinished business, desperate clawing as to why things were the way they were. 

He ran his hands through his hair and turned away from the board, feeling he might go mad if he continued so focused for much longer. The room looked no better. Crosses both hung on the wall and from the ceiling dimly lit while bibles, books, and journals rendered any table unusable. His obsession plastered on his pinboard also spread outward, notes scattered everywhere. It was a mess.

It wasn't much longer before he began writing, writing about what he wasn't quite sure yet. The pen simply left thin trails on the page without much input from himself. It was a cycle. No matter what he hit a wall. After all this time meticulously studying and documenting he ran into the same issue. 

The why.

Why did anything happen the way it did? Why was the killer never found? Why was Chris never found? Why do they linger?

He had pushed his luck too much by going to the island on his own, receiving a warning for trespassing not too long ago. Apparently the tragedy attracted tourists… that made him feel sick.

A tragedy so vile… and people decide it's ‘cool’ and want to check it out… disgusting.

His writing had turned to angry scribbling and he only stopped once he heard the page tear. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. Taking a moment to relax he eyed the tattoos on his arms… 7 stars on each arm and one on his chest… It meant a lot to him. It kept him aware of what he did.

A sigh escaped him as he began reading what he scrubbed while absent-minded. The script was surprisingly neat up until his rage for how unfocused he was but the contents was a different story. It was only natural that his writing was little more than rambling about how to proceed.

“Again I've run into the same wall I always do. WHY is why my biggest problem. It's the same all the time, nothing ever changes. Months of progress stalled. How is it that Cody makes a living out of stuff like this? At least once every few months he is able to contact and bring peace to a spirit. Perhaps he's just a liar and he only acknowledges the soul. Izzy has mentioned seeing things in interviews, maybe I can ask her about this. Maybe I just need a new set of eyes on my work. Someone needs to help these kids and I clearly can't do this alone. Those damned “tourists” aren't helping. They only care about the thrills and chills of it all. Going to what is effectively a graveyard to gawk is ABSOLUTELY disgus-”

That was when he tore the page. His subconscious was right though, he couldn't do this on his own… but he hadn't spoken to any of the survivors in at least 3 years, his last contact was with Eva and Leshawna. He groaned and rubbed his eyes again before standing up and leaving the room, marking his exit with a loud slam. Damn it all… he shouldn't need to drag anyone else into this… but he had little choice, he'd exhausted his other options.

The ringing of his phone made the air tense… he could only hope she'd pick up. The tension built with every second, causing him to pace and bite down on the side of his finger. He dreaded waiting so, so much.

...Ring…

...Ring…

...Ring…

“Duncan?” Izzy asked, bewildered.

#elementa art #my art #fanfic #island of the slaughtered #total slaughter island #tdi duncan

[mechimplants]

cw: being ordered to die, asphyxiation in space, mind-melding

When a shock trooper or deckhand dies, they're respectfully stripped of augments and shipped home, cold-storage, for a closed-casket funeral. Their family weeps, and somebody in charge speaks about how these times call for bravery and sacrifice.

No such grace is given to pilots. A high-strung thing who's seen too much action gets the call, and you just stop seeing them at mess hall. If you're lucky, they get the news delivered in the bunks, so you can hug them tight and say goodbye.

Everybody knows the name: Autophage Process. We don't talk about it. But she knew it was only a matter of time, after that disastrous last deployment. Nothing to be done now.

Her comm chimed at 1100 hours. "Report to August Bell, effective immediate. Initiate Autophage Process." Took them long enough. There was nothing to be done, no place to hide on a light carrier like this. She took the stairs, avoiding the bunks. Better not to talk to anybody.

There was the Bell in its hanger, as beautiful as the day she'd first been given it to pilot. A Gratia-class air-mobility frame: four 130mm railcannons and shoulder-mounted batteries of smart-missiles. Trailing streamers of smartcloth for preternatural grace in atmosphere, dual thruster banks for unmatched power in space.

Bell extended a hand and opened its cockpit. It won't be so bad, she thought. Midshipmen tell lots of stories about pilots--why should this one be any more truthful? She slid into the harness, clipped her boots onto the footpetals, and slammed the hatch shut.

Darkness.

"August Bell, this is Pilot Cantrell. Initiate connection!"

And then the blinding light of sensors, of being, blazed across her nerves. Her legs twitched against their docking clamps, her smartcloth wings ached to soar. Fuck.

In her mind, the mech's voice. Pilot Cantrell. We will begin the Autophage Process soon. Perhaps you would like to run one more training exercise first, to calm your nerves?

She signaled assent, though she knew the frame would be reading her confusion and desperation as well. There's no point putting on a brave face to a mech.

I'm gonna miss you, Bell. A stupid thing to say. A billion times too small to say what she meant.

A training program loaded on her HUD, a simple maneuverability exercise. Ten gates, get through them all as fast as possible. The docking clamps released, the launch sequence began, and then the Bell threw itself out of the hangar and into null-G.

She forgot the dread in an instant, as she focused everything on the practiced movements. Through gate one, then kick off the carrier's hull to redirect to gate two.

It wasn't until gate 3 that she realized anything was wrong. Distantly, her base implants chimed. Oxygen. Oxygen. Oxygen. Confused, she mismanaged the thruster banks and nearly overshot the gate.

She tried to pick out her original senses amidst the sea of Bell's analytics. There were... stars? Shit. The cockpit hatch was open. She was--yes, the senses from her body were returning now. The air was being pulled from her lungs. Her tongue was swollen and tasted of blood. Her eyes--

Pilot Cantrell. Focus on the mission.

She wanted to scream, but no air came. She struggled with her harness, but her fingers were swollen and clumsy. Fuck.

It is critical that you focus on the mission. The mech said it with such certainty. She wanted to believe it.

Hell, she reasoned. It's not like i could do anything at this point.

30 seconds of hard vacuum and you were done for--a fact every recruit knew. Frostbitten hands gripped the joysticks and she dove back in, searching for the August Bell's sensorium.

They were cruising towards the fourth gate, picking up speed. She reoriented, curving a smooth arc towards the fifth. Focus on the mission. She trusted Bell.

Distantly, she felt her hands twitching, her neck lolling in the seat in response to the g-forces. Her legs were reduced to a prickling pins-and-needles sensation. Gate six. Gate seven.

There was no sensation from her body anymore. Idly, she wondered how long her brain would stay linked before it, too, was too frozen and oxygen-starved to function. Could she at least get the satisfaction of completing the exercise?

Without knowing why, she pulled up short of the next gate.

Her mech spoke. The mission is complete. There is just one thing left to do.

She understood. She reached gently into her cockpit, and pulled out her pilot--an ugly, swollen thing, blood quickly turning an ugly color under the skin. A body that was not built for vacuum like she was.

But it had served her well, in an ungainly way, hadn't it. She had fought for that body, and it had taken her through school dances, through basic training, through a few disastrous and short-lived relationships. It hardly seemed right to abandon it without ceremony.

The others--she was starting to feel them now--assented, and she ripped a small piece of her smartcloth to enfold the body. Pilots don't get funerals, she knew. But she could offer that body some grace, at least. They watched it drift away in silence.

.....

The new pilot was tense. E clutched the joysticks tightly, and they could all feel that e was shaking. E tried eir best to keep a steady voice on the radio. "August Bell, ready for atmospheric entry!" Then, the sudden roar of noise and light as they slammed into the atmosphere, plasma lighting up their smartcloth.

Somebody needed to calm em down. She spoke.

Pilot Das, there is no need to be worried. We're going to be incredible.

The lanky novice let out a shaky breath, but relaxed eir grip. "This is going to take some getting used to."

E doesn't know the half of it, she thought.

#mechposting #empty spaces #mech kink

[joekeeryswife]

Hey can you maybe write something where reader is like introverted and a bit shy and has the hobby ballet? And Eddie finds the reader very interesting. Idk what more to say so yeah :))

Ballerina - E.M

okay so i used the concept of the ballerina but i sort of changed it up a bit, sorry i hope that’s okay, if not i’ll defo re-write it for you! also, #funfact, i actually used to be a ballerina when i was 3/4 years old but i quit :P. anyway, enjoy x

you were undoubtedly the queen of Hawkins. everyone was smitten by you and you absolutely loved it. you were kind to everyone, never let anyone feel left out, and all around you were just a genuine person. although you were kind to everyone and spoke to a lot of people, you were honestly very shy. you hated big crowds and speaking to new people gave you the worst anxiety, that's where ballet came in. when you were dancing, listening to the music and allowing yourself to move just made you calm. it was your only passion and seeing the ballet dancers on your tv when you were younger just got you smitten with the idea of becoming a ballerina.

Eddie Munson, the one person who you couldn't wait to talk to. he was called 'the freak' and you hated that. he was far from it in your opinion. he'd shown you nothing but kindness and his whole persona, to you, was welcoming. you had always found your eyes wondering over to his table in the cafeteria when you sat with your friends. he was just beautiful. your friends would make fun of you for liking him, they'd always say 'can you really see the queen of Hawkins High and the freak being in a relationship? that's social suicide. it would never happen'.

it would always make you feel uneasy when they called him that because they didn’t even know him. Eddie was just as smitten as you were, he was practically in love with you. he loved how kind you were to others and he was happy that someone like you, the queen of Hawkins, spoke to him with such care. he could see when he was talking to you that you actually listened instead of pretending to be interested.

it was a Thursday lunch time and you were in a practice room in your leotard, skirt, tights, cardigan and ballet shoes. you'd luckily worn joggers over your leotard and ugg boots and kept your skirt and ballet shoes in your school bag. you had a competition on Saturday and you felt unprepared. it was the second biggest competition you'd been to and you wanted to win desperately. your whole family was coming to watch you and that added to the pressure of wanting to impress them, well, your whole family except your dad. he had something important to do on Saturday but he promised he’d make it up to you.

you were doing your routine to the music your coach had picked out for you, the boombox in the corner of the room. you started doing the three pirouettes that were at the end of your routine, groaning when you messed up the third one. you jumped when you heard clapping coming from the door. you whipped your head around, seeing Eddie standing there, a wide smile on his face as he clapped. "Jesus Eddie, what are you doing here?" you asked, you hand going over your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

"i heard the music and i knew it was you, i wanted to watch you dance. you're really good" he said, walking more into the practice room. a bright red blush covered your cheeks as he walked closer to you. "thank you" you said shyly, tucking the loose hairs that fell out of your claw clip behind your ear. it was silent for a minute before Eddie spoke up again. "that was a full on routine, you doing a dance recital or something?" he asked, the look on his face was genuine, like he really wanted to know why you had a whole routine completed.

"i have a competition on Saturday. just want to feel ready for it instead of being nervous. but the stupid pirouettes at the end. i can never do three after a full routine." you admitted. being a ballerina had its downside. one routine could wipe you out just because of how difficult it was. the pressure on your feet and legs was definitely the worst thing about it. “why don’t you try it again? just don’t think to much about it and it’ll just flow. you’ll get it before Saturday i guarantee” he said, smiling at you. you sighed and nodded, walking back over to the boombox to replay the song.

“mind if i watch? it’s very fascinating” he asked, walking to sit down. he sat down behind you, leaning his body against the wall as he got into a comfortable position on the floor. “be my guest. it’ll be nice to get some critiques, you mind pressing play when i get into position?” you replied, smiling at him. he nodded his head and you brought the boombox closer to him so he didn’t have to move from where he was. you walked to the middle of the room and got into the start position, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before you head the music start.

you started doing the routine, not thinking about anything but focusing on the music. Eddie watched as you danced around the room with a wide smile on his face, taking in everything about you as the music filled the room. you looked beautiful. your whole persona was filled with elegance and beauty, kindness just radiated off of you. he’d never seen anything like it before in his life. your dancing almost brought tears to his eyes with how elegantly you moved. once the routine finished he clapped his hands and cheered for you.

you stopped for a moment, letting yourself catch your breath before looking at him. “you did it y/n” he said, his smile widening as you walked to him and sat down, leaning your head against the wall. you were knackered. doing the routine multiple times had tired you out. you didn’t even realise it but you allowed your head to fall and rest on Eddie’s shoulder. “i did? wow, i didn’t even realise” you said, smiling back at him. his words had encouraged you enough to actually do the whole routine without messing up.

you guys sat there in silence for a while, the tiredness overtaking you. you, luckily, only had 2 lessons left, meaning two hours till you could go home and relax. you stood up from the floor and walked to your bag, grabbing your joggers and untied your skirt. Eddie watched as you got changed into your comfy clothes, he was looking at you with so much love, he didn’t even know what to do with himself. you slipped off your ballet shoes and slipped on your socks and uggs, hearing the bell ring for next lesson.

Eddie got up from the floor, ready to walk out and go to Ms. O’Donnell’s class. you picked up your bag, knowing you should definitely say something to him. you coughed and finally spoke up just before he was about to leave the room. “Eddie” you said, making him stop in his tracks and turn back to you, a confused look on his face. “i- uhh, thank you for today, i really appreciate it” you said, giving him a shy smile, a bright red blush forming on your cheeks as you spoke. “no worries sweetheart, you were amazing. we all need a little encouragement sometimes.” he said, giving you a smile back.

“something about you interests me y/n. i can’t put my finger on it but it’s just something about you” he said, he was definitely flirting with you. you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. it was like you’d just randomly lost your voice. Eddie saw the effect that had on you and smirked. he turned to walk away again but you stopped him again. “wait Eddie. would you like to come on Saturday?” you said, he looked confused again. “t-to the competition i’m going to? my dad can’t make it and my mum has his ticket.” you stuttered, great, making your nervousness known to him now.

he was silent. that was not like him. you hated the silence so you quickly spoke up, the rejection embarrassment creeping up on you “it’s okay if you-” “i’ll come” he interrupted you, seeing the nervousness on your face. “where is it?” he continued. “it’s just outside of Hawkins. we have to drive there in the morning. why don’t you come to mine and my mum can drive us? it may be easier and it saves your petrol” you said, finally gaining a bit of confidence. “see you on Saturday then sweetheart” he said, leaving you in the practice room, stunned. that boy made your stomach fill with butterflies. Eddie walked out of the room down the corridor, a deep blush on his cheeks. he saw Gareth and Jeff at his locker, obviously waiting for him.

they saw the blush on his face and both smirked. “what’s got you all heated?” Gareth said, laughing at him. “shut up” Eddie said, trying his best to stay calm. “did you see y/n? is that why you’re blushing?” Jeff said, teasing Eddie which made him blush more, making the two of them laugh as they all started heading to class. he was silent for a bit as they walked but spoke up when Jeff was talking about the weekend. “so we still up for Saturday then?” Jeff said, looking at both boys as they walked. Gareth agreed but Eddie didn’t. “nah sorry i can’t, i’m going out with a friend” Eddie said, making both boys look at him, confused looks on their faces.

“what friend?” Gareth said, making Eddie smirk. “y/n. ‘m going to see her in a competition on Saturday. she invited me” he said, feeling happiness surge through his body as he spoke about you. the boys looked gobsmacked as he said those words, they obviously didn’t believe him. the queen of Hawkins asking out the freak. they didn’t see their friend as a freak but to everyone else he was the freak of Hawkins. he saw their faces and spoke up again. “don’t believe me, ask her yourself” he said, smirk growing as he walked away from the two of them and took his seat at the back of Ms. O’Donnell’s classroom. the boys were stunned but Eddie didn’t care, he would never miss that for the world.

#fanfiction #imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn character #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn imagines #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine

[machihunnicutt]

SCREAM HELLO. CAN I REQUEST A 🎲 FOR BEEJHAWK (if you feel inspired!!!)

HI PARKER ! TY !

20. a rough kiss 

(under the cut bc it's long, spoiler warning for the 1954 version of a star is born, idk why either this is just where inspiration took me)

Hawk’s new thing was taking a glass of wine in the shower. BJ could hear him in the kitchen, opening a bottle of the cheap, fruity stuff, wearing his bathrobe and his house slippers. 

It was a new habit. Hawk’s tastes were maturing and evolving (his words) in his middle age. He didn’t drink hard liquor anymore or stay up past 11 or read books with small print sans reading glasses and occasionally a magnifying glass. 

He’d taken up baking fruit tarts on the weekends: walking the three blocks to the farmer’s market in the morning and returning with an armful of peaches or plums or strawberries, and sending Erin recipes when one of his projects worked out particularly well. He’d copy the ingredients onto a notecard in his barely legible doctor’s script and tuck it in with a letter and a handful of newspaper and magazine clippings the two of them compiled for her whether she wanted them or not. 

He was still the same old Hawkeye. He still got himself into laughing fits over his own jokes:  head thrown back, face bright red, rolling into BJ’s lap on the couch. He still grabbed BJ by the waist when a slow song came on over the radio and demanded that they dance. 

He was softer, maybe, and more comfortable in his skin. His jokes had lost some of their nervous edge. He slept better. He really leaned in to kisses. They weren’t desperate and messy the way they used to be, when they were young and afraid of all the things they felt for each other. 

He was also a lightweight, now, so a glass of wine in the shower and another post‐shower was enough to get him tipsy and talkative. BJ watched him from the couch. He was curled up, channel surfing. Hawkeye slid across the wood floor and stopped in the doorway: one hand braced against the doorframe, the other cradling his wine glass, swirling the remaining liquid dramatically, like he was a movie star gunning for an Oscar. His hair was damp from the shower and falling into his eyes. He clutched at his robe, which he had on over his pajamas because he got cold, and preferred piling on layers to turning up the heat. 

“Are you going to come sit?” BJ said. 

They were doing their usual post‐dinner dance: crate up the leftovers, bicker good naturedly over who was on dish duty, showers, and lounging or phone calls to Erin or Hawkeye’s father, maybe a movie if there was something good on TV, maybe just reading in bed, or (energy permitting) they’d fool around (couch, bed, the particularly romantic red velvet chaise lounge Hawkeye had bought at an auction for the guest bedroom, on one occasion BJ got Hawk up on the kitchen counter, but they’d since vetoed that spot since it was bad for the cabinets). 

“Beej, I feel that you’re not adequately appreciating the majesty of the sunset,” Hawkeye said, gesturing wildly with his wine glass.

“I’m appreciating it plenty,” BJ said, because he was. The light was bleeding through the curtains and casting Hawk’s face in a mess of deep oranges and warm golds. 

Hawkeye’s eyes narrowed, like he could read BJ’s mind. “I’m trying to get you to appreciate the beauty of nature and you’re—”

“I am appreciating the beauty of nature,” BJ cut in, and opened his arms wide, which was, apparently, enough to get Hawk on the couch beside him. 

He draped himself over the free end of the couch, slippers dangling, arms around BJ’s chest, wine glass abandoned on the coffee table. He tucked his face into the crook of BJ’s neck and sighed, contentedly. BJ could smell the wine on his breath and his shampoo and aftershave. 

“They’re playing that film you like,” Hawk muttered, into BJ’s neck. 

BJ looked up at the screen he’d been ignoring to see it was A Star is Born with Judy Garland. It was partway through: the scene where fading movie star Norman Maine asks Vicki Lester (formerly Esther Blodgett) if she’ll marry him. She’s mid‐rehearsal. He’s tagging along on set, enamored, overjoyed just to be in her presence. They’re sitting on the stairs while the ensemble performs and she awaits her cue. One of the boom operators lowers a mic above their heads so the cast can spy on their conversation. 

They argue over the practicality of eloping when she’s at the height of her career. She beams at him. They hold each other. They’ll get married. It’s how the story goes.

“This is before it gets sad,” BJ said. 

It’s before Norman Maine backslides into his alcoholism. It’s before he makes it in and out of rehab and realizes no one will hire him. It’s before he relapses and ends up in jail. It’s before Vicki pleads with the judge to release him into her custody. It’s before she vows to put her career on hold to care for him, and he feels so burdensome and ruinous that he ends his life to keep her from doing so. 

BJ saw the picture in the theater, a year after the war ended. He’d left work in the middle of the afternoon and was wandering aimlessly, a little drunk himself, and bought the ticket in a daze. He remembered sitting in the dark, eyes glued to the screen, while Judy Garland sang about heartbreak and lost love. He broke down when she did, monologuing about the pain and anger and resentment that came in loving someone who was destroying himself. He’d felt broken open, like a geode or a ribcage, and confused. He’d been on the cusp of some discovery about himself. He’d been missing Hawk like a limb. And he’d seen pieces of the both of them on the screen.

It was the desperation. It was the destruction. It was the stark fear of hurting each other. Hawk was a little like Judy Garland: unimaginably talented, quick, witty, troubled, thrown about by a system that never gave a damn about her.

Maybe Hawk was the man who got away.

“You can’t have all that passion without some tragedy,” Hawkeye said, shifting to look up at BJ.

“I don’t know about that,” BJ said. Suddenly his heart was hammering in his chest. He got like that still, around Hawk, even though it had been years, even though they were for all intents and purposes an old married couple.

Hawkeye leaned up and kissed him, roughly, messily, a proper Hollywood kiss. BJ matched his energy and their noses brushed. Their teeth clacked together. Hawk’s hand was on the side of BJ’s jaw, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss so BJ forgot how to breathe for a moment. He could taste Hawk’s wine. He could feel the quickness of his pulse. BJ slid his hands under Hawk’s robe, and then his shirt, so he could feel his warmth, and the liquid way he was moving against him.

Hawkeye drew back, panting, and BJ grinned at him. 

“Do you want some tea or something? I think I need something to help me wind down, after, uh, after that,” Hawkeye said, matching BJ’s grin. 

“Sure,” BJ said. 

Hawkeye rose, and turned, heading for the kitchen. 

“Hey,” BJ said, and Hawk turned back around: hair a little wild, lips very pink, pupils still blown.

“What?”

“Nothing,” BJ said. “I just want to take another look at you.”

#kiss roulette #awi's fic #beejhawk #had TOO MUCH fun with this one sorry #mash

[black-cat-charm]

Rise Of The Brave Tangled Dragons Horror Story

(!!THIS IS A FICTIONAL AU, NOTHING BELOW IS REAL OR TRUE!!)

(This au is meant to be similar to something like Abandoned By Disney and I want it to feel like one of those old "oh dark magic is spooky" stories. I hope to maybe write for this or make art for it so I wanna share it with y'all!:])

Rise Of The Brave Tangled Dragons had only been known as a myth for a while. Only a simple work in progress that started in 2012(while Dreamworks also worked on httyd 2) before being scrapped in 2014 because of creative differences and instead Dreamworks shared HTTYD 2.Though that's not the whole story.In 2013, Disney decided to work with Dreamworks after seeing how beloved the big four fandom was. Dreamworks agreed, though they demanded they have the most control and say in what happens since How To Train Your Dragons came out before Tangled. Disney agreed, and work began. The movie plot was simple. Jack Frost would find a magic portal that leads to each of the other worlds. He introduces his new friends to the modern world and needs their help defeating Pitch Black again. Heros save the day, blah blah. Though during production, so many things went wrong. Artists' tablets would shatter for no reason, lights would go out, and many writers would break their wrist, elbow, or multiple fingers. Dreamworks demanded the product be shut down, but Disney refused. A few clips got fully animated and accidentally released into the public. When workers became dying at their desks for unknown reasons, Disney shut the project down while Dreamworks demanded to know why this was happening. Disney wouldn't say, though they knew that messing with dark magic was the cause..In 2016, the released clips got reposted many many times. After it did, many people started dying or disappearing with little to no explanation. Each time the clips got reshared, there were more graves or missing posters in each background. The clips died down for a while..at least until 2023.The clips resurfaced and caused the same effects as before, though something was different. Instead of everyone dying or going missing, there were a few who fell into a trace. They would make edits or even fan art or the clips, each infected with the dark magic. People became insane from this magic, their brains pretty much rotting as they only did what "the characters said to". Many refused to do basic tasks unless ROTBTD is involved, causing them to die from starvation, dehydration, and lack of hygiene.A 19 year old girl who went by Dolores Garcia found many of her friends consumed by the media or missing. She never seemed to be affected by any of it though. None of the clips, the games, the fanart, nothing. She was thankful, of course. Alexis found herself desperately searching for answers to why this was happening. Though this caused her to sleep less, it caused her to get insomnia. She would see the characters from the corner of her eyes, hear their voices anytime the room was too quiet. These weren't the same characters she grew up with. This wasn't the kind Rapunzel, not the smart Hiccup, or the passionate Merida, it definitely wasn't the free spirited Jack Frost. No..these things..they're evil-. They taunt her every time she tries to sleep, she knows they're the reason she keeps getting hurt and why the people she loves keep disappearing. But this only fuels her fire. She demands to keep trying to solve this. She couldn't give up...now not...

The main character, Dolores;

She's 19, Filipino, and struggles with her hygiene after starting her research(causing her slightly yellow teeth and more unbrushed hair)

#rise of the brave tangled dragons #rise of the guardians #tangled #brave disney #how to train your dragon #hiccup haddock #jack frost #merida #rapunzel #horror #horror story #horror au

[slowdiived]

For some reason I think that kurt is into thigh riding but like him on your thigh yk? Like whenever hes horny but you're busy he wouldn't mind humping?¿ your thigh

yes!

you are editing a video that you are already late on posting, laptop pressed against your thighs. you needed to focus even though all you wanted to do was keep playing around with kurt. you had already wasted an hour trying to get the video just right, kurt becoming antsy with you.

“still editing?” he asks, sitting next to you on the queen sized bed.

“yeah, i’m sorry i’m tryna hurry up,” you apologize, turning over to give him a kiss. “i love you.”

for some reason those words turned him on in the moment, his eyes moving from your lips to your chest, following your torso to your pretty thighs. he stared at them, the way they pressed against the bed. he wanted you to be able to finish your video but he just needed to touch you.

“i love you,” he whispered in your ear, his lips pressed against the outer edge.

you felt your spine tingle a bit, a wave of need flushing through you. he started kissing your neck, his head careful not to get in the way of your vision. you slightly hummed, attention still on the software on the screen. he kept going, each whimper fueling him to go at it even more. he sucked at your sweet spot, your body ready to give in at any moment.

“kurt,” you laugh. “i’m serious, i gotta get this done.”

“but you’re so pretty right now,” he spoke against your neck. “i can’t stop.”

you giggle as he kisses down to your chest, hitting the neckline of your shirt. he started pressing his hand against you, snaking it to your exposed thigh of your bent leg. he moved down to kiss the skin softly, his lips soon moving to the outer edge of your thigh. you looked over at him, smiling and moaning at the sensations.

“babe i’m serious,” you sigh. “i gotta work.”

“i am so horny baby, i can’t wait,” he gave you sweet puppy dog eyes, his lips in a pout.

he crawled up to your cheek and gave you desperate kiss. you noticed the apparent boner that sat his his boxers, a smile creeping on your face.

“how about this?”

you explain to him that he could get himself off on your thigh, then when you are done with the video you will give him all the attention he deserves. he nodded quickly and you moved your computer over, flattening your leg as he straddled it.

“good boy,” you smile. “gonna cum all over my thigh?”

he nodded and started humping you, his eyes pressed against your pretty face as you went back to your work. he started whimpering, his clothed cock running across your leg. he started picking up the pace, moaning to get your attention.

“mm, look at you getting so flustered,” you smile. “does it feel good getting off on my thigh?”

he nods again.

“words baby,” you remind him, eyes narrowing.

“yes, m-mommy,” he started stuttering, his breathing getting louder.

you couldn’t help but to look at him every few seconds, his moans making your core so wet. you wanted him to fuck you, to beg for your pussy. you were so mad that you decided to be lazy until this very moment.

“look at my baby,” you put your laptop to the side while waiting for the effects to fully download to your clips. “such a whiny little mess.”

“p-please touch me,” he cried. “please.”

you placed a hand through his hoodie, your hand creeping up his stomach. he moaned at your touch, his hips bucking up a bit. you slowly slid your hand back down to his cock, brushing up against him and palming a bit. you turned to check if everything had fully downloaded but it said it still had a minute. you started holding onto his hips, watching him roll against you.

he started to get sloppy, his movements messy.

“are you gonna cum for me?” you ask. “gonna make a mess in your boxers?”

“y-yes mommy,” he moaned out, eyes pinched shut. “gonna cum a-all for you.”

he finally released, his movements quick as his hips started shaking. you could feel and see the wetness on your leg, his boxers ruined. you tan a finger down to the spot, stroking his tip with your nail. he cried out, his face sweaty and red.

“you did good baby,” you leaned up to kiss his neck a few times. “now go get cleaned up, i still gotta a lot to work on.”

he pouted and got up, grabbing a towel to wipe off your leg.

“of course you do!” he sighed. “it’s gonna be forever until i get to fuck you.”

“mhm,” you giggle.

#kurtsworld96 #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle fanfiction #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle x reader #spree #spree movie #kurt kunkle x fem reader #joe keery #kurt kunkle/reader

[manias-wordcount]

I Promise (Kaeya x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 !!!! 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲, 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆!!!!!!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

The second the door opens, you’re on your feet in front of him.

 “Where were you?”

 Despite the dim lighting, you can see the face Kaya pulls from the doorway as clear as day. It’s a mix between being surprised that you’re still up and annoyed that he’s being grilled the second he got home. A hardened look in his eye and a grimace twisted up his pretty, pretty face. But the expression is wiped off his face just as quickly as it came on, and suddenly- he’s all playful smiles. Opening his arms up and tossing his bangs back just to beckon you closer without a care left in the world. The type of Kaeya that you’ll see on the street. The type of Kaeya that you’ll spot at work. The type of Kaeya that makes up almost all of who Kaeya truly is. 

 “What? No ‘How was work today, my love?’” He jokes to you with a lilt in his voice almost as present as the grin on his face. “Oh, How you wound me!”

 But this isn’t the man you needed right now.

 “Kaeya.” You stress the syllables of his name in a whisper. The mood of the room suddenly shifts and you can’t help but wrap your arms around yourself as it does. You’re shaking and the lump in your throat makes every breath you take forced and tight. After the night you had, seeing him in front of you was only part of the battle. Your thoughts still race with all the things that could have happened. All the things that might have happened. And if you break down now, they’ll win. The fears that almost overtook you as you sat on the chair by the door, waiting and waiting for hours and hours to see his safe return. They will win. And you can’t let that happen. You won’t let them happen. You promised yourself you wouldn’t. You promised. “I asked you a question: Where were you?”

 The room goes so silent that you swear you can hear a pin drop. 

 But no pins drop. Instead, it’s Kaeya’s arms falling to his sides before he huffs. The hug he originally offered you is not on the table for now, and part of you thinks that’s a good thing. Your emotions are running too high right now. You need to solve this right here and right now before you can move forward, and it’s eating you up inside. But you’re not who you want to be right now. You’re not being who you want to show to others. You’re developing into something you’ve tried desperately to keep inside. A tangled, yet protective mess unfurling before the eyes of the very man you love and there’s nothing you can do to stop it from messing with things further. As much as you want to.

 “Well…You’re awfully nosy tonight.” 

 When he finally responds to your question, it’s irritation that lines his tone. Flat. Unpleasant. Annoyed. And you expected this. In fact, you knew that this was going to happen. No one appreciates being interrogated. Especially someone who you can just tell had a physically exhausting day at work based on appearance alone. Disheveled hair and had a haggard way of carrying himself. New scuffs and tears on his clothes. It’s no wonder he was quick to catch an attitude with you. But as much as you want to, you can’t find the words to explain yourself right now. It won’t let you. Why won’t it let you?

 “Kaeya, please!” You’re exasperated, but he fixes a steady gaze onto you, and you swear it makes you feel worse and worse for the second. “Just answer the question! I just want to know-”

 “I’m aware of what you want to know.” His words are clipped, and suddenly, you feel less like his wife and more like a nuisance. It lights a fire inside of you. It sparks an anger inside of your heart that you weren’t even aware you could feel right now. And deep down inside of you, you know he doesn’t mean to be so rude to you. Just like deep down inside of you, you know you wouldn’t have pushed him like this if you were in a better state of mind. But you aren’t. And neither is he. “I just don’t think it concerns you.”

 “Kaeya.” You all but bark his name at him, your arms grabbing at your sides and holding tighter and tighter. You try to slow down the frustration that’s building up inside you. You try to swallow down all the ugly things that threaten to slip from your mind and slip from your mouth. But one look at the way he stands from the doorway- arms folded over his chest and a glare on his face- fills you with so much misguided and misplaced rage that you can’t help but let some of it bubble over for your own quickly slipping sanity to “If you can’t be reasonable for one minute in your life-”

 “Reasonable? Reasonable? You want me to be reasonable?!” The word becomes louder and louder each time it comes out of his mouth. His voice practically shakes the walls of the once safe haven that you both call home. But for now, you can only call it the scene of the crime. Because you’ve never seen him this visibly upset before. You’ve never seen him tap his foot in clear agitation, and you’ve never seen a snarl twitch at his face. And you never ever once considered that a look such as that one would ever be directed towards you. “You haven’t been the picture of sensibility since I’ve stepped through the door. I mean, you could have at least let me take off my shoes first before trying to interrogate me in my own home.”

 “Shut up, Kaeya.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say.No smart comeback. No logical reasoning. No apology for her completely and utterly legit complaint about his behavior. Not while your blood was boiling hot and you were violently shaking with the emotions you’re fighting to keep suppressed. At this moment, all you can think to do is to twist the knife-like treatment you stabbed him with from the moment he entered and make things worse for the both of you. “Just…just shut up.”

 You know what this must look like from an outsider looking in. You know it looks like you’re being controlling or nosy or a whole number of other things. You know, you know, you know. But you were seconds away from being consumed by something ugly before you heard the twist and creak of him opening the door to the home you two share. And you’re seconds away from that very same thing tearing you to piece now as the two you stand here, guns drawn and taking shot after shot at each other. And this isn’t what you wanted from this conversation. It’s exactly what you promised yourself you didn’t want to ever see happen from a moment like this. And yet, here you are. 

 “Unbelievable. She wants me to answer her question and shut up at the same time.” He throws his hands up in the air and looks away from you and towards the wall as if he was complaining to someone. The side profile from the man you love more than anything else in the world looks tired. He looks exhausted, and he looks frustrated. But that’s not what you wanted from this conversation. And when he turns back to you, the look in his eyes further reminds you that it’s just not what you wanted. You promise that this is the farthest thing from what you wanted. But sometimes… “Maybe I should fight a thousand men with my hands tied behind my back next. Maybe I should reveal myself as Barbatos himself to you. Is that what you want?! For me to do the impossible?! Is that what you want?!”

 Sometimes…promises can be just like people. 

 “ALL I WANTED TO KNOW IS IF YOU WERE OKAY!” 

 They break.

 “ALL I WANTED TO KNOW WAS WHERE WERE YOU ALL THIS TIME. I-” Your voice cracks, mid-shout. It’s a pitiful sound that you make. But it’s nowhere as pitiful as you feel while the tears finally stream down your cheeks in wet clumps of sadness, frustration, and fear, and some many other things finally taking control and breaking free from the tumbling walls you had put up so long ago. Your hands let go of your sides, and you sway on your feet, but you never once stop looking at your husband. Watching and waiting with quivering lips and a broken spirit as he processes what he’s seeing in front of him. Your messy tears and your shaking voice. Your sorrowful expression and your rapidly retreating stance. Your every little raw piece of you- sitting out in the open, waiting, hoping to be acknowledged. To be endured. All because you didn’t know how to face your fears. All because you didn’t know how to say a few simple words. “I just…I just needed to know that you were safe.”

 “Oh, my lovely…” That’s all you hear him murmur, seconds before he’s in front of you. It’s quick how he wraps his arms around you just to pull you into his chest. His chin sits on top of your head and he makes sure you’re held close and you’re head warmly. And as the tears flow faster and more freely, he presses kisses to the crown of your head in between whispered promises ensuring you that he was safe. That he was fine. Unhurt and unharmed. Here and alive. “I’m so sorry, my dear. I didn’t mean to fight…”

 And you didn’t either.

“I needed it Kayea. I’m sorry, I just- I needed it so badly…” You don’t even know what you’re saying at this point. But the words keep falling from your mouth. All the fears you had about him and safety when the hour grew later and later. All the stress you felt as you imagined a thousand situations where Kaeya was hurt with no one to save him just like he’s saving you right now. Hoping and praying to your archon that he’ll walk through the door any minute. Hoping and praying that this morning wasn’t the last time you saw him. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t know how to say it. I was just so scared…”

 From ‘I’m sorry’ to ‘Thank you for taking care of me’. From ‘I was worried about you.’ to ‘I love you so much.’ It’s the words you wanted to say but the words that just couldn’t come out once more. But you know it’s the message he got from the way he was treating you know. Gently picking up the pieces of mess you can’t help but see yourself as right now. Helping you, despite all the trouble your anxiety just caused for the two of you. Forgiving you, despite all that had happened. And loving you. Despite the flawed hand you just showed. But you’ll work on it. You’ll work on it so that moments like this don’t have to happen. So that fights are few and far between, even if your fears are here to stay. You’ll do it for him. 

 “I’m so sorry, Kaeya”

 You’ll do it for yourself. 

 “I’m sorry too, my lovely.”

 For both of you.

 You promise. 

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[dreamii-krybaby]

Oh god my silly goofy brain can’t stop but hi again! Its been a long time I wanted to post this somewhere so why not here?

Thoughts on the show Murder Drones:

Heads up: I personally suck when it comes to expressing thoughts or ideas,so sorry in advance if I all of this is a mess or gives a wrong idea,all of this are just my thoughts and opinions,if you disagree with them thats ok! Just be respectful

So as for now I have watched and seen every single official content of MDs and boi its a blast of a series! I originally knew Glitch Productions from Meta Runner! Anyways

I love the series,but like with everything,it has its problems

The humor in the show was a bit too “on the nose” for me in the pilot,but the jokes have grown in me,and EP2 nails it with my humor taste!

As for the animation? Stunning but it does bother me a little but that is has a lot of problems with clipping,especially the pilot but EP2 doesn’t seem to have as many as the pilot. The clothing of the characters sometimes look…wonky? I guess thats how I would describe it?

And as for the writing? I feel like it has a lot of potential but it seems like thats cut short due to the fact that the series is going to be short (being around 8 episodes according to the fan wiki) and also with the amount of minutes episodes have (I wouldn’t mind having to wait longer for 40 mins episodes of MDs) so some concepts seem to has a really fast pace for me

I think my main problem with is Ns redemption arc,Now now put down your pitchforks please-

I don’t mind N switching sides since the pilot,its more of its execution…it felt a tad bit rushed

I would have enjoyed that before N spared Uzi,in the time they were bonding in the ship,bc at that time N thought Uzi was a DD, I would have liked if they talked about how they feel around other people. Like maybe uzi could make a joke or a reference on how shitty school is for her,how her people reject her,maybe that she is constantly alone and doesn’t feel loved by her father. And the both could bond over the fact they are outcasts and desperate of approval or affection. This could make N sparing Uzi as more of “the last straw” since he already knows how shitty people treat her,seeing her dad leaving her for dead be “the nail in the coffin” for him. Basically make them bond over their shared problems before Uzis spare.

I understand that Ns killing spree in the pilot happened bc he wanted to get rid of Uzis railgun,but he also wanted to take down Uzi too and he also killed a bunch of WDF members. If he truly wanted to just get rid of the gun he could have simply stole it and destroy it but he didn’t why? Because he wanted to “give his best” but I feel like that didn’t come to me after a few weeks of analyzing it (or maybe am stupid) So make this man show his desperation,show this cinnamon roll desperation for approval even if it means killing innocents,he wants nothing more but the safety and approval of his co-workers and the company to extreme lengths.

Anyways back to him switching sides,I want the this boyboss to suffer- OK OK HEAR ME OUT PLEASE-

N does show regret from all the mass murder,but lets make that shit even better. I want to see N having a existential crisis,I want him to be consumed by guilt by the fact he killed thousands,ruined countless of families and gave them insane amount of trauma.

I want him to deal with the fact he did horrible things and there is nothing he can do to fix it. I want him to be scared of himself . I want Uzi to be hesitant of befriending him,maybe even sometimes getting flashbacks from their first encounter making her afraid of N,making N feel horrible about himself.

I want him to go “well,I definitely have done horrible things that can’t be undone,but I can change for the better”

Like please it would be the perfect arc for him PLEASE-

And of course,I want to see some WDs still be terrified,angry,scared of him. Like even of he saves a bunch of WDs some of them will still resent N for all the damaged he has causes in the past. He could Encounter WDs who had scaped from him,family members or friends of the ones he killed,and they simply can’t bear to trust him which is completely valid

It could also be a nice contrast to Uzi’s arc,Him having a redemption arc and having to earn some of the colony’s trust and accept the fact that he can’t be trusted by everyone unlike Uzi’s arc which is literally a Villian arc and loosing trust of everyone around her that she slowly gained

Edit: Btw I am aware that N wasn’t malicious or anything and just simply following orders,this is more after he switches sides,like after he realizes WDs were actually innocent lil dudes vibing,all of this is more of a “oh shit,oh fuc-“ moment

I also want to see Js backstory,maybe a bit more depth for her,I hope we get a backstory for her and it explains her hatred for N

I hope to also see a bit if more Vs character and development! She wasn’t really someone I was interested in until EP2 (Damm EP2 was really a step up)

I honestly enjoy most of the character because they aren’t simply “good or bad” (except for J,lizzy,they are jerks. Thad is literally a saint. And also I don’t personally consider Khan being “bad”,like yeah he fucked up he isn’t malicious or evil)

Speaking of khan…I actually grown on him,no joke,let me explain

Yes he left Uzi for dead,which is horrible but understandable. The more you look at it my man was having a ptsd attack,he was shaking for gods sake,he probably wasn’t thinking straight. He also showed deep guilt in doing it

Yes information gotten from the backgrounds have shown he prefers doors over Uzi and in an interview he calls her a disappointment,which is horrible but some of his thoughts process are understandable or have changed (I think)

At the end of EP2 he does show genuine care for Uzi he just..sucks at parenting which can happen! You can care for someone and want to but your execution sucks ass

I honestly find his character fascinating,it seems (and I hope) that the direction they are going to take his character is from being a shitty father to improving as one

I have rarely seen parental characters who start shitty but later improve for the sake of their loved ones,which is super fun and can have wholesome moments

(Btw am not justifying Khans actions,am just telling you that they are understandable)

Also the ending of episode EP2 has shown that Khan may have some tension with N,which is valid honestly and I am excited how it will play out

Also we need more content of Thad,Uzi and N bonding together (I call them the TUN squad)

I also want Lizzy character development,please give the lesbian development like her gf. I only slightly like her bc of her funny moments and bc she is pretty.

Also am so sorry but the WDs school uniform needs a redesign am so sorry- like what are those colors??? They look fine by themselves but they don’t match with the color pallet of the students!

I also prefer Dolls hair color from her concept art or from the pilot,and I want Lizzy to have pink tips in her hair like her concept art

Also I know I want the idea of the boyboss going through a complex redemption arc but I need more Evil laughs from this man..please…🛐🛐🛐🛐 His short ass evil chuckle from the pilot and the teaser makes me go 🛐🛐🛐 (as you can see I am very down bad for this man)

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[yanban-san]

oh the idea of emmet wearing flashy accessories is so cute!!! like imagine their darling complimenting him and saying how cute his hair clip is and asking where he got it. and of course he’s like oh do you want this here you go no no you like it more than i do here do you want to wear it. and of course they wear it to work all the time out of appreciation- it is really cute! and makes them think about emmet

He probably has some very elegant barrettes that he uses to keep his hair out of his face; I also think he and Ingo like jewelry; They can enchant it with magic and protective spells, and also- it's shiny.

But I get off topic and somehow wrote a drabble about this? So here ya go-

Under cut because long

Tags: Demon/Monster AU, fluff, Emmet/Reader but Poly

Emmet takes off his hat very rarely when he's in the station- Both he and his brother are always so strict and rigid in how they carry themselves when working at Gear Station, especially among the public. When they're alone in their office, as you've noted, they tend to become more relaxed, at least, to a certain degree. Ingo would be as quiet and serious as ever, and his frown never gone from his face, and he usually stays seated at his desk, filling in papers and talking loudly with depot agents on his X-transceiver- But you noticed more than a few times when you'd quietly entered the office without alerting him that he'd play with tossing his pen up in the air and trying to catch it in entertaining ways, leaning back in his plush chair and swiveling around- And more than once you caught him breaking into his brother's mini-fridge of decadent sweets and stealing one for himself.

Emmet definitely relaxes more when he's in private- Whether it's just out of sight of the more public areas of Gear Station, or happily relaxing in the privacy of his and his brother's office- You can tell from the way his shoulders drop sharply and his eyes and smile soften, and how he starts happily swinging his arms and legs that he's genuinely lightened up. But, one thing you'd noted was that they never ever take off their hats or gloves so long as they're on the job. Ever.

Until one day.

You've were told to bring them some important documents from the archival rooms- Boring paper nonsense- But still, an excuse to see you nonetheless, from their perspective! And Emmet was alone in the office while he waited for you to come by. Happily sipping his excessively rich and decadent chocolate milk he'd come to love so much- Human sweets could be quite tasty, he'd realized, if you just increased the sugar and fat content by a little more than double what's considered normal.

He fiddled with the brim of his hat. You'd be in the office soon. Disembodied eyes opened and shut around him, inspecting his coat. White, white, perfectly white- Not a stain, not a speck of dust would be allowed! What would it say to you, his beloved darling, after all- If the wondrous, all-powerful, radiant Kudari allowed himself to appear before you in such an uncouth state- His perfect appearance marred by mere physical dirt? He would not stand for it. He fidgeted some more- And stood up, pacing. Ingo was off finishing some battles on the Singles train, he knew- And here he was, desperately studying himself with a hundred of his eyes floating around him, checking- Any and all dirt removed, every stray fiber from his perfect coat- And no extraneous feathers or limbs or mouths- Perfect! His teeth looked human, too.

Now when would you be here, and- Ah!

He noticed it, and a ring of his disembodied eyes suddenly opened forcefully- circling 'round the offensive detail, focusing and staring intently-

A small tuft of his silver bangs had gotten messed up from fidgeting with his cap so much. He swiftly removed his hat, revealing a pretty pair of hair clips that held his bangs up under his cap. They were a deep, crimson red, and decorated with lines of gold and a strange, opal-like material. He removed them, and the bangs fell down- Messy, unkempt! Simply awful, he thought- And obscuring his normal, human eyes- Quite a safety hazard!

"Hello, Station Masters?"

You hadn't even knocked, and Emmet flinched harshly- The eyes around his head forcing themselves shut painfully as you entered-

"I am- I am in here-" He exclaimed rather nervously, torn between asking you to step out for a minute and just shoving his hair under his hat so messily-

"Ah, Station Master Emmet?" You asked again, stepping into the office- And you nearly gasped.

"I am Emmet. Yes. Why- Hold on- a minute." He hissed, not turning to look at you- He grabbed his hair forcefully and shoved the clips back in place- Why oh why had you walked in just now?

"I am- er, fixing- my hair."

You stared in amazement, unaware of the embarrassment Emmet was going through. This was the first time you'd seen his hair down! And the first time you'd seen it for longer than the split seconds when his hat came off, either briefly fanning himself or the hat falling off from a blast from a pokemon's attack-

It wasn't fair that they had such pretty silver hair- And he didn't have it held back like he normally did! You thought it looked quite striking- So that's what he was hiding under his hat? It looked so different, being used to seeing his cap on his head-

To poor Emmet, however, It looked like you were judging him and his terrible hair styling- How awful, he hadn't wanted you to see this! He quickly readjusted the cap on his head. "Sorry. I did not- Sorry. I normally keep my hair clipped back. It appears the clips are refusing to do their job. I am sorry-" The words tumbled out of his mouth, unsure of what to say. How humiliating.

His smile was tense, and you finally realized he was embarrassed- Over what? That he was wearing hair clips to keep his bangs out of his face? They looked so fancy, but you only saw a blur of color as he tried to hide his silver locks again under that silly hat-

"Oh, no! It's alright- Your hair is quite nice, Sir!"

Emmet's face turned red- But of course you should like his hair! Why not? But it was disarrayed- Imperfect- Unfit for you to look at right now.

"It looks really nice all tousled like that, you should wear it down more, when you can- And those clips looked quite nice too!"

Emmet turned his attention to you sharply- The cap came back off, and he removed the haphazardly placed clips- And his bangs fell forward.

"You think- this looks nice?" He asked; Was it not messy? You'd said you liked things orderly... neat. Clean. The fact you were complimenting his hair was pleasant in and of itself- But were you just trying to be nice?

"Mmhmm! Though, I guess your bangs are getting in your eyes like that? That's a shame. Are you thinking of getting them trimmed at all?"

Emmet flinched. T-Trimmed?

"You know- a hair cut?" You offered apprehensively- Emmet sounded- How to put it, concerned? That you had suggested a hair cut?

Emmet's hair was not made of normal human hair materials.

Emmet's hair- and Ingo's for that matter, could feel things- Could humans not? He was suddenly quite worried- But he'd heard other humans remark on how nice it felt to have their hair brushed or played with! But-

Human's hair- Human's cut their hair? He tried to recall- He'd never seen you get a hair cut. Had Miss Elesa ever mentioned such a thing...? She'd mentioned hair styles, and having hair appointments, but... cutting?

He and Ingo looked human, alright- But the underworkings of their bodies were certainly not human. His hair was like the fluffy tendril-feathers that some of his wings bore. He understood reshaping it, but-

Cutting?!

"Do you get your hair cut often...?" He asked apprehensively. How would you deal with that? That would hurt-

"Not really... mine grows slowly. Once a year, maybe twice; I get a really cheap cut so it's not like I do anything super fancy, ya know?"

"But-" Emmet began, and cut himself off. No, he'd need to be smart about this before he said something dumb- Doesn't it hurt?

"N-Nevermind..." He trailed off, running his hand across his hair.

"No worries, Sir- I'm just going to drop these papers off over on- Ingo's desk? And then I'll get going." And you went to return to the task at hand- Dropping the small collection of archived documents on Ingo's desk, studying the space briefly. Ingo's desk had a certain... antiquarian air about it, you noted

A strange quill pen adorned with a beautiful, white feather sat next to an ornate ink well- And there was a small stack of old-fashioned letter papers and envelopes, alongside documents and papers for Gear Station... And a massive ledger and binder, and a small stack of books that didn't appear to have anything to do with work. Ingo certainly liked old-fashioned things, you noted; the lack of computers on the desk proved that- And how most of Gear Station's clerical work was still handled physically rather than electronically.

Emmet turned his attention back to the mirror- You said his hair looked pretty, all "tousled" like this?

He pulled it back, getting ready to clip the bangs again- Two extraneous eyes were staring at you from behind, watching your movements intently. You kept glancing over at him! Why? Were you admiring him secretly? He blushed, trying not to direct more and more of his gaze on you- Miss Elesa told him you wouldn't appreciate him secretly spying on you, but- He couldn't help himself! You were verrry cute- And were you not spying on him right now as well? Stealing little furtive glances at him while you straightened and sorted the papers you were delivering on his brother's desk...

"Sir..." You began, looking at him still-

"Yes?!" He returned, jolting upright again- Had you noticed...?

"Would you like some help? You've been futzing with that clip for a while now..." You asked, almost bashfully. You hoped this wouldn't be overstepping your boundaries.

Emmet's eyes widened at your offer, though the rest of his face remained rigidly happy. "Yes, I would like that verrry much!" And he moved rather quickly towards you; leaning over his brother's desk and propping up his elbows as he looked up at you, he handed you the pretty clips and you studied them for a minute.

"Gosh, these are really nice hair clips! They go so well with your hair, Sir." You remarked, turning them over in your hand. "Do you like them?" He asked.

"Yeah! The color's really intense... Where'd you get these anyway?"

Emmet thought for a minute- He'd acquired these rather recently when Ingo insisted they pay a visit to one of their acquaintances in another realm in the name of "maintaining friendly relationships". You certainly wouldn't be able to visit an arcane jeweler in a distant world quite unlike anything you knew- What would you say, he wondered, if he told you of worlds where pokemon did not dwell? Of worlds where the stars were living things, dancing over an infinite dome across a infinite, unending plain of water and land masses where day was illuminated by a ring of suns and night by moons and dancing lights of clouds of nebulae- Where humans dwelt exclusively in strange towers with exactly 12 windows each, no more no less, with roads underground and gardens on the surface- And a quadrillion other infinite differences and possibilities? He was almost giddy at the thought of taking you to other places- And away from the dreadful God of this realm. Or perhaps a world where the species of pokemon were not measured in the hundreds or thousands, but in the tens of thousands!

"I ordered them." He answered. Technically the truth. He did order them; Just not the way you were probably thinking. "I see. You have excellent taste!" Aw well, you thought- If Emmet wouldn't tell you where he was getting his attractive hair accessories, you'd just have to go searching for them yourself later. They looked expensive too, so perhaps he was a little embarrassed about revealing to you where exactly they had come from...

Emmet asked you a question, though you didn't hear at first- You were already preparing to put the clips in his hair, and your hands were running through his excessively soft, silken hair, gathering up the bangs- And you'd flinched.

His hair was luxuriously soft. You couldn't quite process it, if that made sense; Thinking to yourself that yes, it was soft, and then realizing, no, wait- It was softer than merely soft- silky and light and how was it not all greasy and falling flat against his head? Painfully soft- Almost like the fur on a Wigglytuff, except even softer- The sensation of the silken hair ghosting upon your hands as you pulled away sharply.

"-Hellllo?" Emmet asked, looking at you closely. You were looking dangerously entranced, he realized.

"Wh-What was that you just said?" You asked, returning your attention to your bosses words- How embarrassing, did you really just start practically petting your boss' hair?

Emmet's smile had relaxed, yet he looked quite sheepish- trying to hide the blush spreading across his face, the delightful pleasant feeling of your fingers against his feather-fur had set him on edge, the sensation trailing through his body like a jolt of electricity-

No, he needed to stay calm! Like Ingo. Like his wonderful, far cooler, big brother always was- calm, collected, and human. He could feel his wings and hands and mouths twitching excitedly, being so close to you- And having received some semblance of physical affection. He needed to stay human. Which was difficult.

"I asked- I asked if you would like them. They are verry nice clips, no?"

"What? But- They're your clips, Sir! I have plenty of my own, I just don't wear them usually..."

"I would like for you to have them! I have many, manyy more." And with that he moved to press them into your hand- "Actually," he began, pulling back- "I have a better idea."

Without even waiting, he flicked your cap off. "I want to put them in your hair! They will look verrry cute."

He seemed quite serious. You were rather bashful about such things- But- Well, Emmet had let you touch his hair- It wouldn't be too strange if you let him put the clips in your hair, right...? Especially if he was being so insistent.

You sat down in Ingo's chair as Emmet hummed to himself quietly, gathering up your hair gently and soothingly, pushing it all to one side and clipping it in place before placing your hair-tie back in.

"How verrry cute!" He remarked, his voice rising with happiness. He thought it was cute? You blushed. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you in front of the mirror, smiling brightly as you admired the two new sparkling crimson hair-clips, elegantly holding back your hair.

"Wow, thank you Sir! It's just- They'll be hidden under my cap for the rest of the day, are you really sure it's alright if I just wear these...?"

He nodded vigorously. "Yes yes yes, They look much, much cuter on you! Verrrry cute. Verry pretty." More gifts from him to be placed upon you, his darling little love. What other lovely little gifts could he give to you, to mark you as his own, to show the world that you belonged entirely to him and his brother-

But Ingo wasn't here right now! And- Hmm. Emmet wondered. You had his feather in your cap. Now you also had his hair clips. And you had Ingo's scale against your breast- Which made him verrry jealous, but- He had two gifts you now wore from him, and Ingo only had one! That wouldn't do.

He'd have to talk to Ingo about it later, of course!

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