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Cute college girl gets passed around in suprise gangbang with school handymen! ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚⋆｡˚- ⋆.ೃ࿔* tw: non-con, dub-con, smut, 18+ ONLY, F!reader, age gap, reader is in college, rough gangbang, pet names, some soft aftercare at the end, irl situation + dreamed concepts, self-insert switch with reader, im a decrepit weirdo
Real life Scenario context: So... I'm in college and I live in an on-campus apartment.
My room door wouldn't lock at all, my bathtub wouldn't drain, and my room light went out within one week of me living there. Yay!
So we have this process called "work orders" that students can fill out and submit to the facility men to come fix whenever we need it done. And they... pretty much bust up into your dorm whenever they want whether you're there or not. They apparently have keys to whatever room they need to access (I wish I was lying).
Either way, the job gets done.
However, I was thinking... after the men very quickly entered my apartment without me knowing and fixed my tub, door lock, and light (and very clearly destroyed my bathroom toilet), what it would be like if I had've actually been in my apartment when the men came by... alone and unaware of when they were coming, completely docile and unprepared for what I thought was a service of maintenance.
Follow me here.
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You type away on your phone and fill out the online maintenance form before your 3rd class of the day starts. After adding all your info for the apartment building, room number, name, issues, etc, you submit the form and await an email stating the work order is "pending" or "received: work in process".
2 hours later and there's no confirmation saying your request was accepted. You sigh, hoping someone would've came to fix your shit while you were in class earlier. It would be awkward if someone were to come by while you were in the bathroom or taking a nap.
You decide to go back to your apartment anyway, noticing your other roommates aren't home. You quickly grab something to eat and then decide to clean before you take a nap and start on homework. No confirmation email so far for the work order, so you figured it'll be fine if you did your own thing.
You had plenty of time to handle business and get comfortable, right?
You blast music through your headphones as you run water in your bathroom to clean up and scrub areas that need attention. You can't hear anything other than your own voice humming and singing along to your music. You’re completely oblivious to whatever or whoever decides to walk through your apartment door.
You'll be fine, right?
A heavy hand raps at your front door, knocks booming down the echoing dorm-style hallways. Keys rattle and walkie talkies blare out static chatter.
"Matinence!!!" A man yells out, voice full of hoarse gusto. He waits for an answer, or listens for footsteps approaching the door to let him and his other crew mates in. But he receives no answer, and hears no acknowledgement to their arrival.
He huffs and knocks again, seemingly louder this time and calls out, "Maintenance!!!! Did someone send a work order here?!"
"Brat has the nerve to request 3 services and not answer?" Another man piped up, growing impatient at the ignorance of whoever is on the other side of the door. Another man agrees in tandem, reaching for his many keys to search for the key to open this apartment door.
The first man knocks once more, calling out and announcing as matinence. A few seconds later, nothing.
That's enough.
You're twirling around in your tiny bathroom as you bend down for cleaning supplies as four strange men enter your apartment, unbeknownst to you.
"Hello? Maintenance! We're here to check for a broken lock, light, and tub drain?!" The first man yells out again. The living room and kitchen is dead silent. The men take it that no one is here and proceed with the work order.
All four of them turn a left into the back hallway, reaching the left most room that was mentioned in the work order. Without knocking, they open the door to a room full of hot pink decor, Hello Kitty, Care Bears, and stuffies.
"Tch, you gotta be kidding me," another man snickers, placing his hands on his hips as they all look around the room. It was obvious that some delusional woman child lived here.
They see multiple pictures of a young woman on the wall, posed in many settings across the years. Her looks don't go unnoticed by either of them.
"She's a cutie," one man chuckles, admiring the kiddish and girly decor.
The other men agree with a light laugh, picking up the stuffed animals and invading the student's personal space: your personal space.
And yet you're still oblivious to four men standing right behind your bathroom door, chuckling at your room and sizing you up as if you weren't in the room with them. Your music guides you to the end of your cleaning routine, finally deciding to go down for a nap.
And then they notice a light on in the bathroom and hear water running. They all quirk a brow as they hear things being put into drawers and the water being turned off. The bathroom door rattles and cracks open.
You open it and raise your head to be stared back at by four unknown, burly men with tool boxes and cargo pants.
You jump and open your mouth to scream, as two of them lunge toward you to cover your mouth and hold you in place. The first man shushes you as you squirm, while the other shuts your room door.
"You send in a work order, ma'am?" One man asks. You continue your squeals as you're easily held in place next to your bathroom door. "We're just here to help."
Muffled screams follow as you drop to the floor. Your t-shirt and shorts ride up on you, exposing your pliant flesh to all four men. And all four of them can't help but stare.
Who would've thought that they all found your helpless struggling attractive?
"Shhh pretty girl, we're maintenance here from your institution. Need a door 'n drain fixed?" Another handy man questioned with something more or less hidden in his voice.
Your eyes widened in confused fear. You cease your whimpering (for now) and nod your head. The men that were holding you let you go and now tower over you, one flanking you, and one standing to your side in the doorway. The other two men gawked their eyes upon exposure to your tummy and upper thighs. Nothing but the shudder and rattle of heavy and quickened breaths filled the air, the situation becoming more and more awkward for you.
"Y'all, I think we should fix this gal's door lock first. Can't just have anyone walkin' in," one man pipes up. The other three men agree as they set their tool boxes on your floor. You sit motionless on the floor, your eyes on a constant swivel watching the strange men overwhelming your space.
"Awe, poor thing is shell shocked. Seems we gave her a spook," another man cooed, dropping down to his knees to meet you face to face.
"Don't worry, angel, we're good men just here to help. We won't hurt ya." The man reaches out a calloused hand and cups your face and flashes you a toothy grin. Your initial instinct is to quickly move your head back before he can touch you, but your head bumps into the legs of the man still standing behind you.
You look up at him and he returns a similar grin to you. Some feeling mixed with dread and arousal pools in your stomach, feeling the situation change by the second.
The man fixing your room door shuts it and tests the lock. The door locks successfully with a tight 'click!' and he lets out a busty chuckle.
"Got your door fixed, princess. That just leaves two more services."
You look at him with that same wide eyed stare, unable to speak. He sets his tool box in front of your door and now towers over you as well. A nasty laugh rumbles in his chest before he speaks.
"But... we think you need an additional service. Needa make sure you're good to go for the semester."
The other men murmur and chuckle in agreement, their hands latching onto their belts as they fiddle with them. You whip your head around to look at them as your head spins.
Is what you think is about to happen really about to happen?
"Ah uhm, no thank you. Y'all are too kind. I-I just needed the door, tub drain and fan light fixed, thank you," you said with a shaken voice. You really wish you had've stayed in your bathroom.
"Com' on, doll face, we're just looking out for you! Besides, didn't your daddy teach you it's rude not to greet people at your door?" one man rasped as he fished his thick member from his pants, slowly stroking it while staring you down like perfect prey.
"Yeahhh, was kinda rude how you left us alone outside for 5 minutes," another man joined, also pumping his cock.
"Don't worry, precious, you'll be more than grateful for our services by the time we're done here," the man in front of you said. He stands to his feet and removes his pants completely, giving you an arial view of dick and balls.
You whine as your thighs instinctively clench together, yet your gut feeling is telling you to leave. Without a second thought, you leap toward your bedroom door to attempt to escape.
Two men launch toward you and grab you quickly, bringing you back to your knees and pinning you against the door. You're now cornered completely by four beefy handymen as they fist their cocks to the sight of your disheveled form.
"Open up, pretty princess," one man strains as he leans his pelvis insanely close to your face, his lengthy dick squishing itself against your face. He slaps it against your puffy cheeks and all men giggle as you whimper. Tears start to well in your eyes as his cock head threatens to push past your plush lips.
His cock finally bullies past your lips and immediately slams into the back of your throat. You gag and choke on natural reflex, unable to move your body due to the two men holding you down against the door.
"Fuuuuuckkkk- slut's got a tight ass throat," the man fucking your face strangles out. With each of his thrusts, your head bangs against your door in a rhythm that resembles knocking. If he continued like this, you'd past out on the spot.
"Don't fucking move," one of the men who was holding you spits and rises to his feet. The other man holding you also stands ups, pumping his dick above you.
You sit obedient and shivering on the floor while each man passes their throbbing cocks past your swollen lips. Spit and slobber drips down your chin with each harsh thrust, leaving you sputtering and gasping for air when one man exits and another enters.
After each man has had his fill of your mouth, they unanimously decide to fill you up somewhere else.
"Wonder if her pussy will be as tight as her throat," one man grunts as he throws you over his shoulder and onto your back on your bed.
"You got her throat first, man. So I'm gonna be first in this cute little cunt," one of the men jaunt as he quickly finds purchase between your legs.
You body aches for multiple reasons as the man between your legs prys your shorts and panties off of your quivering body. A string of arousal connected to your sopping wet pussy and your panties stretches in length, making all the men groan in lust.
"You want my cock, pretty?" The man in front of you asks, tapping his heavy cock head on your sensitive clit. You cry out and curl your toes, biting your lip in failed attempts to keep your voice down.
"Gotta beg me. Haven't heard enough of that cute voice of yours."
"Say it, slut," he spat, plopping his cock head on your clit even harder. You shut your eyes and inhale sharply with a high pitched whine.
"P-please sir. Gimme your cock," you whimper in desperation. The ache in your core was itchy and persistently growing as time passed. You were almost driven to the point of tears, wanting nothing more than this nightmare to end as quickly as possible.
"Aaaatta girl~" he chuckled as he swipes his dick up and down your sopping slit. A string of curses fall past your lips and the remaining three men latch their hands onto their cocks. Two of the three stand at your side and insist you jerk them off as their colleague fucks you.
With a forceful thrust, the man pushes his heavy cock into your core. You yelp from the fresh feeling followed by a sigh of relief. Being filled up to the brim reduces the ache in your tummy. He sets the rhythm as his balls slap against your ass, disgusting wet noises bouncing off your insanely thin walls.
"Fuuuuckkkk yeah, dick's so fuckin' good," you drawl out. The man hooks his arms around your legs and begins to move quicker, making you bounce up and down against him.
"Pussy's definitely tighter-fuck-than 'er throat," he groans. Each thrust becomes deeper and deeper, and the men who has their cocks in your hands matched the same rhythmn of the man in your cunt.
He leaned more and more over you, eventually putting you in a mating press on top of your hello kitty sheets. You're already spent by the time the man quickly removes himself from inside you. You whine from the absence of being full. Your poor hole grows cold and numb. But don't worry, you've got three more cocks to fill you up just in time.
Each man takes their turn in passing you around, each one pounding you in different positions. They rough you up with their hands, throwing you around like a rag doll. Their rough hands find their way into your hair, around your throat, and send slaps across your cheeks. And in some situations, they have you suck their colleagues off while they fuck into you.
About an hour after these strange men infiltrated your room, you're creaming on each of their cocks with a loud wail.
"Shit, y'dunno how hard each of us had to keep from cumming inside of you, sweet girl," one of the men say out of breath. Another man picks your limp body up from your bed and places you back onto the floor. Here you are once again, on your knees while all four men loom over you.
They begin to each stroke their dicks as they directly stand above you. "Wanna paint your cute face white, baby," a man grunts as he furiously pumps his throbbing cock in his fist.
You stick your tongue out to receive the cum you're given by each man, swallowing as much as you could as they shoved their dicks down your sore throat once more. You catch yourself coughing up some as it spills onto your thighs and down your chin.
"Good fuckin' girl. Took us all like a champ," one of the men praised. He placed a large hand on top of your head to pet you. Each man did the same before redressing themselves and grabbing their tools.
The man who fixed your door earlier runs into the kitchen to grab you some water, and then enters your bathroom to grab you a warm, wet towel. He helps you clean yourself as the remaining three men fix your bathtub drain and your ceiling fan light.
After each job is done, the four handymen pull themselves together and tuck you into bed before preparing for their departure. You now lay in your bed, curled up under your fleece blanket, and stare at each of them with doe eyes.
"Thanks for the fun, sweetheart," one of the handymen whisper as they all exit your room. They all wave to you, and you return to them a soft smile.
Your room is now fixed and safe for the rest of the year thanks to your school's handymen.
And now you know that you can call them for more than just room maintenance.
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#smut#smut imagine#smut drabble#gangb4ng#female reader#fem reader#tw dubcon#tw noncon#tw age gap#you x your faves#softzawapng#scurries away into the darkness of the Christmas Eve night#y'all can also place yalls faves in the place of the handymen hehe#anime smut
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The Younger Kind Part 3 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley goes on another unremarkable date before heading home early. You stay and have a drink with him while you fix up his dating profile. Maybe now he will find some more compatible matches.
Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (eventually 18+)
Length: 4300 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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Bradley started his Friday morning the same way he always did; by running around the house in a complete disarray.
"Noah, eat your waffles. We're going to be late," he said, his flight suit hanging halfway off his torso.
"I want cereal," he whined, and Bradley ran his hands over his face and sighed. Then he got a bowl of cereal ready and finished eating the waffles himself.
After burning his tongue on coffee that was way too hot and eating a handful of sour blueberries, Bradley was hauling Noah out to the Bronco and buckling him in.
"Is my babysitter coming again?" Noah asked on the way to daycare. He had been asking Bradley that all week.
"You had a lot of fun with her?" he asked as he pulled into the parking lot. "You liked her?"
"Yeah. Bring her back."
Bradley smiled and then he cringed. He liked you, too. And he'd made a complete ass of himself, flirting with you like you and he were the same age. You'd been sweet about it though. He wouldn't do it again.
"She's going to come over again tonight," Bradley told his son as they walked into the daycare. "You can play with her all you want."
At least Noah looked happy about it. Bradley had mixed feelings about the way he would be spending his evening. He was going out with a woman from the app, his first foray into online dating. Her photos looked nice, and she was a thirty-four year old publicist. He had no idea what he was going to talk to her about, but he was meeting her at a sleek martini bar at her suggestion. He didn't even like martinis.
"Bye, bub," Bradley said, kissing Noah and dashing back out to make it to base on time.
And of course he was already starving again. He kept meaning to leave some snacks in the car since he was always running all over town. The first person he saw as his stomach growled was Nat.
"Did you not eat breakfast?" she asked as they walked across the tarmac.
"I don't have any food at my house, and I don't have time to go grocery shopping," he growled, grabbing a smashed granola bar out of his helmet bag. "And I can't go tonight, because I have a date from that fucking app you put on my phone!"
Bradley was absolutely not in the mood to go on this date. However, Nat looked delighted.
"That's great!"
"Is it? Is it really? Because I'm meeting her at a fancy martini bar. I don't like martinis, and I don't like getting dressed up."
Nat rolled her eyes. "It's your first date using the app. It'll be fine."
Bradley headed straight for his F/A-18 and started to climb into the cockpit. He had the fleeting thought that he would rather be at home all evening, coloring and eating those peanut butter covered carrot sticks with you and Noah.
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You woke up late on Greyson's couch with a stiff neck and a growling stomach. As you walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water before leaving for your first class, you found Greyson, hungover and eating Cheetos.
"Hey," he groaned, holding his head. "You coming back over tonight."
"No," you told him, reaching for a glass. "I'm babysitting later."
He pouted in a way that you used to think was adorable when you and he were in a relationship. "But we didn't even get to mess around last night," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you.
You managed to slip out of his grip before he got Cheeto gunk all over you. "Don't ask me to come over anymore if you're just planning on playing video games."
He just looked at you like you had two heads. "Isn't our arrangement to have fun together? You could have played too."
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "I'll text you when I'm free, Greyson. Maybe we can hang out then."
You ducked into his bathroom to get changed and get ready to go, and you just knew stopping for coffee wasn't going to be an option. You would have to hope like hell that you'd have time to get coffee and something to eat when you left campus and headed to Bradley's house later.
You already really liked it there. None of his mugs matched. The area rug in the living room had a snag in it. Noah had colored on the wall in the hallway. It was cozy, cluttered and lived in. And you liked the way Bradley and Noah filled the space.
"Stop thinking about him," you mumbled as you drove yourself to class.
Your day went by in a blur. You'd managed to get a snack and some coffee around lunchtime, but your last lecture ran late. You had the choice to stop for food or get yourself cleaned up a bit before heading to Bradley's house.
"Stop thinking about him!" you mumbled again as you stopped in a bathroom to fix your lipgloss and your hair. Surprisingly, you didn't actually look too bad for having slept on a couch. And now you could just make yourself some coffee in Bradley's kitchen using one of his silly mugs.
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Bradley ran through the locker room like it was a race.
"What's your problem, Rooster?" Hangman asked him, looking like he had whiplash as Bradley dashed past.
"I've got more than one, I can assure you," Bradley grumbled, pulling on clean underwear, gym shorts and a tank. "I need to stop for groceries and get Noah and be home by 6. See you on Monday."
He only had time to stop at the store he didn't like, but it was on his way to get Noah. He grabbed some fruit, macaroni and cheese, a few frozen meals, pasta sauce, and French vanilla coffee creamer. Then he picked up Noah, out of breath by the time he was buckling him into his carseat.
"Can we see the babysitter now?" Noah asked with a smile.
Bradley kissed his forehead. "Yeah, bub. We can go see her now." Bradley was almost as excited about the idea as Noah was.
Your car was already there when he pulled into his driveway at 6:15. Shit, he had told you he would have dinner ready for you. Fuck, he was supposed to meet his date in less than an hour.
"Let's go inside," Bradley said, scooping Noah up with one arm and carrying the groceries and his flight suit in the other. You must have let yourself in, because the door was unlocked. "It's just us," he called out, and you poked your head out of the kitchen. Bradley was already grinning as you smiled at both of them and came to get Noah from him.
"Hey, Noah. Ready to color again?" you asked, taking the child in your arms. Bradley's heart skipped around awkwardly as you smiled at him over your shoulder on your way back to the kitchen. That lipgloss was like a beacon, and he followed right behind you.
"I started making dinner," you told him. "I hope you don't mind."
Mind? Bradley couldn't think of anything better than you, coloring with Noah and making dinner.
"I'm sorry. I was supposed to have done that."
You just shrugged and set Noah down on one of the kitchen chairs. There was an assortment of coloring and craft supplies in front of him, and he got right to work.
"I figured you two got held up. I'm just making spaghetti, nothing crazy." Bradley watched you stir the noodles. Usually when he did that, they ended up in a gigantic clump.
"Well, thanks. I did get some pasta sauce. And I think there are some meatballs in the freezer. Oh, and this is for you."
He watched you turn to face him, and your eyes lit up when he handed you the coffee creamer. It was as if he'd just handed you a bouquet of flowers or twenty bucks.
"Thank you," you sighed softly. "I didn't get enough coffee today."
Bradley turned on the coffee maker for you. "That's pretty much the only thing I always have here. Drink as much as you want, please." He ran his hand through his messy hair. "I could use some too, I think."
"What time is your date?" you asked, turning toward Noah and finding him coloring the page with the hippos on it.
Bradley's eyes went wide. "I have to be there in thirty minutes," he said, grimacing as you strained the pasta.
You laughed. "Guys have it so easy. You can throw on some jeans and a nice shirt. Run your fingers through your hair, and bam, you're ready to go out."
He watched you work from behind, taking in your jean shorts and tee shirt. He should really be getting ready to go, but he didn't want to move away from you. "Nah, women have it easier."
You looked up at him over your shoulder again, something that already made Bradley smile.
"Now this reasoning, I've just got to hear," you said, raising one eyebrow.
"Guys don't need a lot to work with. Makeup and all that stuff? Don't need it. Is it nice sometimes? Sure, I guess. But just hanging out at home, eating popcorn in my pajamas with the right girl sounds pretty good right now."
"Yeah," you agreed, scooping spaghetti into three bowls. "It does. Maybe that's what Noah and I will do later."
And now Bradley was jealous of his three year old child.
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You watched Bradley inhale a bowl of plain spaghetti in his fitted jeans and blue dress shirt. He looked like any woman's dream date, and you were sure he would end up scoring a second date if he wanted one.
"Bye, bub. Be good," he said, kissing Noah on his forehead. And when he took a step closer to you, a brief flash of him kissing you on your forehead crossed your mind. You bit your lip to keep from gasping, and his eyes tracked the motion.
When Bradley's lips parted before he swallowed hard, you had to reach behind you for the edge of the counter.
"I'll have my phone on. Not sure how long I'll be out. Should be home by ten?"
"Sounds good," you told him in a soft breathy voice. "No rush."
As he was turning to leave he reminded you, "Seriously, you're welcome to eat or drink anything you find."
You just nodded as he strolled through the living room and left to go make some other woman feel like she just won the lottery.
"Hey Noah, wanna sing some songs while I do some meal prepping for you guys?" you asked.
He was now sitting in the middle of the floor with his blocks out. "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!"
"Good choice." You sang song after song, occasionally stopping to help him with his building projects. You sipped your coffee out of a mug that said My best friend went to Glacier Bay and only bought me this stupid mug while you portioned out spaghetti and meatballs. At least this way Noah and Bradley would have something to get them through the weekend.
You found some frozen chicken, and next time you could make them some fajitas or something with it. But this was the saddest kitchen you had ever seen. Well maybe besides Greyson's.
And that was the first time you had thought about him all day. You hadn't stopped thinking about Bradley and Noah.
"Another song!" Noah exclaimed, and you started Old MacDonald for him. You put the containers of spaghetti into the refrigerator and sat on the floor with your mug of coffee. After building a few towers, you got Noah to agree to make some construction paper crafts.
"Can you make me a dog?" he asked, and you made him a sad looking red dog. That was followed by a weird looking yellow cat and a blue moose.
"Let's make you a crown so you can be Prince Noah," you said, pushing his dark hair back from his forehead. He looked a lot like Bradley. He was so cute, you wondered what his mom looked like. You wondered what happened to her. She didn't seem to be involved at all, and Bradley never talked about her.
"And you can be a Princess!" he shouted.
"Sure," you said with a laugh. And half an hour later, there was a mess of construction paper all over the floor and a giggling child in your arms.
"We can watch one short cartoon, and then it's your bedtime," you told him. He already looked sleepy, and he couldn't stop yawning. He sat next to you on the couch with his yellow crown crooked on his head. Your own purple crown was a little crooked too, but you didn't want to take it off yet.
You didn't want to bother Bradley on his date, but you snapped a quick photo of Noah in his crown and texted it to him. You got an immediate text back.
Bradley Bradshaw: He looks cute. Where's your crown?
You pressed your lips together. Should you send him a selfie while he was on a date? Before you could change your mind, you took one and checked it before sending it to him as well.
Bradley Bradshaw: A crown fit for a princess.
You led Noah into the bathroom to get ready for bed with a gigantic smile on your face. You helped him brush his teeth and get changed into pajamas. You read him three books and got him a sip of water, but you were still smiling.
"Let's leave your crown on your dresser," you told Noah, gently taking it off his head as he sank back onto his pillow. "Good night," you whispered, but he was already falling asleep.
You felt soft and warm inside as you cleaned up the mess on the kitchen floor. You emptied the dishwasher and cleaned the counters. You picked up the toys on the living room floor. When you opened up a bag of Skittles and just started to settle in with a textbook, you got another message.
Bradley Bradshaw: I'll be home soon. Didn't want to scare you again.
It wasn't even 9 o'clock yet! Why was he already coming home? You weren't going to complain. The idea of him kissing his date goodnight or bringing her back here left a weird taste in your mouth. You popped a few Skittles to try to make it go away.
A couple minutes later, when the front door opened, you nearly choked on your candy. God, he was so hot. He was carrying a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine, and you couldn't help but wish he'd invite you to hang out longer.
"You're home so early," you said from your spot on the couch, and his eyes met yours immediately. "Was your date awful? Or did she take one look at you and bail?" you asked, barely able to contain your laughter as you adjusted your paper crown.
His lips parted as he huffed out a laugh. Then he glared at you as he headed your way. "Okay, Princess. First of all, yes, she was awful."
You were about to ask what happened, but he continued on.
"And second, no woman has ever taken a look at me and decided not to come back for a second one." He was staring down at you on the couch, and now you couldn't remember what you were going to say.
You pressed your lips together as heat flared through your body. "You know, I believe that," you said softly, making him chuckle. "What was wrong with her?"
He just shook his head and heaved a sigh. "Doesn't like kids."
You scoffed. "Well she'd like Noah if she gave him a chance. He's an angel."
Bradley smiled down at you before taking a seat on the couch so that his thigh was rubbing yours.
"Was he good tonight? No tears at bedtime?"
"Mmm, he was perfect," you managed to say as his body heat radiated through his pant leg.
"That's good. Hey, I need a drink. Do you want something?" he asked, holding up the wine and the beer. "I wasn't sure what you liked, but I sure as hell wasn't about to drink a thirty dollar martini."
He had thought about you when his date ended. He had thought about coming back here and having a drink with you. He had thought about what you might like. You needed to catch your breath. "Sure. I'll go grab some glasses." When you started to move, Bradley pressed the wine bottle against your leg.
"No, I'll go. You stay here."
You watched him walk away, and then you buried your face in your hands. You'd never make it out of here with your dignity intact if he kept being so sweet.
"You cleaned the kitchen," he called from the next room. He returned with two mismatched glasses and a corkscrew. "You didn't have to do that."
"I made you some meals, too. Your refrigerator reminds me of my ex-boyfriend's fraternity house," you said, pretending to shudder as he looked at you.
"Ex-boyfriend, huh? Is there a current one?"
You were going to melt. You were going to slide onto the floor and pass out. "No." You were surprised your voice came out as steady as it did. He looked pleased. He was smiling as he sat down next to you again.
"That's good. Wouldn't want to keep you here in the evenings and make him miss you. Wine or beer?"
It took you a second to realize he was asking you a question. "Um, wine." Your mouth felt dry as you watched him open the bottle and pour some for you. "So did you just ditch your date and stop at the liquor store?"
Bradley snorted as he poured himself some wine as well. "Pretty much. I should have known it would be bad from the get go, you know?" he asked, setting the bottle down and clinking his glass to yours. "She likes the opera and martini bars, and I... don't. Not that I can't hang, but I would just rather-"
"Eat popcorn on your couch in your pajamas. Yeah, I know," you said with a smirk. He just looked at you again like he couldn't quite make sense of you. "So where did you meet her anyway?" You picked up your bag of Skittles and ate a few before handing them to him.
"On an app," he said before he dumped a few directly into his mouth.
"You're on a dating app?" You were surprised.
"Yep. My friend hijacked my phone and downloaded it. I don't even know what all she put in my profile."
"Gimme your phone," you said, holding out your hand. "I want to see it."
He just entered his passcode and groaned. "Fine, but I get to finish the Skittles." He handed over his phone and then dumped all of the remaining candy into his mouth. You watched him chew for a moment before you looked down at his phone.
"Holy shit," you whispered.
"What's wrong?" he asked, leaning a little closer to you.
"Nothing, it's just your photo."
"Is it bad? Nat said all my photos were terrible."
You laughed right at him. "No. It's very good."
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Bradley was not going to be able to keep his cool for much longer. He just sipped his wine, wishing there was more candy for him to stuff into his mouth.
"It's good?" he asked you as you scrolled through his profile.
"Oh yeah. Both of them are. But you need more photos than just the two. Wait, golden retriever energy?" You burst out laughing and let your eyes wander all over his face. "Yeah, I can see that."
"I still don't understand what that means," he grumbled, leaning closer again as you opened the tab for his matches.
"You have almost three hundred women trying to chat you up!"
He just scratched his mustache. "I do? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Look," you said, holding the phone up. "That's insane. Didn't you set any filters?"
"Huh?"
"Filters," you mumbled. "There's gotta be... oh, here we go. You need filters. Otherwise you look desperate. Or like you just want to hook up." You met his eyes, seemingly searching for an answer.
"I'm not desperate. And I don't want to just hookup," he promised, leaning back against the couch and watching you work.
You leaned back too, nearly resting your face against his shoulder. He wished he could just match with you on the app and call it a day.
"Okay, what's the age range you're into?" you asked softly, your purple crown sliding down a little bit on your forehead as you juggled his phone and your glass of wine.
"Um, I guess my age?"
You rolled your eyes at him. "You're only interested in women who are specifically thirty-six years old?"
"Well, no. I guess broader than that," he replied. He was about to say twenty-five to forty, but he changed his mind at the last second. "How about twenty-four to forty?"
You looked at him and smiled. "Okay," you murmured, typing something into the app. "Now there's a little checklist where you can make different selections. Would you date someone with kids?"
"Yes."
"How about a smoker?"
"No."
"What about...."
Bradley listened to you ask him each question, and he answered all of them for you. But he couldn't stop looking at you, curling up closer and closer to him. Your face was so cute and animated. Your eyes were so expressive.
"And now," you said, grinning at him. "It's time for some more pictures. You don't have any other photos saved to your phone?"
"You can look. But it's all just pictures of Noah," he said, realizing too late that when you opened his photo gallery, his most recent one was the selfie you sent him.
"Oh," you whispered, grinning down at his phone before pressing your lips together. Bradley was too embarrassed to say anything, so he just let you swipe through his photos. "Mostly Noah," you said softly, still smiling at all of them. "Looks like I'll just have to take some."
You held up his phone and took a picture of him before he could stop you. "Oh, please don't post that," he told you, reaching for his phone, but you held it up over your head in an effort to keep it away from him.
"What? You looked okay," you said, glancing up at the screen. "It needs a little something extra though." Carefully, you removed your paper crown and set it on his head, your fingers brushing through his hair. They were gone in an instant, but now he was craving your touch. It was insane how close you were to him. You shouldn't be this close.
"How's it look?" he whispered.
"So cute," you said with a laugh, and he let you snap a photo. "We could post this one and say A Prince looking for his Princess."
"Absolutely not."
"Come on! I'm sure anyone would jump at the chance for a second or third date with that!"
Your whole face was lit up when you talked, and Bradley just wanted to play along. "Nope," he said. "It's your crown anyway. Maybe I'll just stick with calling you Princess." He gently set it on your head again, letting his fingers graze your hair.
You sucked in a deep breath. "Only for you and Noah. He did tell me I was a pretty Princess earlier."
Bradley wanted to kiss you. He really thought you would let him if he tried it. He let his knuckles brush against your cheek before he pulled his hand away, causing your eyes to flutter closed while your lips parted.
"Looks better on you anyway," he whispered, memorizing the way your eyelashes brushed your cheek where his hand had just been.
Why couldn't he feel even a fraction of this attraction to either of the women he'd gone on a proper date with? Women who were his age. What was he even thinking here?
It was as if you could read his mind when you opened your eyes. "Well, if you'd just sit nicely for me, I could take an additional photo for the app. That plus the filters should have you matching with people who you're more compatible with."
Bradley swallowed hard. "Fine," he agreed, and you were smiling so much, he couldn't help smiling too. When you showed him the photo, he had to agree that he looked pretty good, and then you were adding it to his profile.
"There," you said, finally handing back his phone as you stood and stretched in front of him. Your arms were high over your head, and your back was arched like some sort of depraved ballerina from his fantasies. Jesus, he knew he could get hard for you instantly, and that thought terrified him.
"Thanks," he mumbled, his voice so deep and raspy.
"Now, instead of a million pointless messages and matches, hopefully you'll have a handful of good ones."
Your words made sense, and he mulled over them as you gathered up your things and headed to the front door.
"You'll text me when you want me again?" you asked softly, and Bradley nearly moaned.
"I will," he agreed, closing and locking the door behind you with a soft groan.
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Good job, Princess. You just made him more likely to find a match online. Enjoy your babysitter fic @beyondthesefourwalls
PART 4
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Cyber Teacher - Stay At Home Career
Welcome to Cyber Reach Online Charter School, we're looking for new teachers who want to work from home while shaping the minds of the youth. No educational background is needed, but you must train before getting your own classroom and becoming a teacher. You'll start off in training, to classroom monitor, and go from assisting a teacher to Certified Cyber Teacher.
Modder Notes - Hi Simmers, this mod is a medium size mod (computer interactions only) for those who love staying at home while making having a laid-back career that allows you to tend to daily life (parenthood, cleaning, gardening or just being inside your cozy bubble and left alone). Answering parent emails are my favorite (level 4) because you get the cutest responds. I will be expanding the mod and all of the features I wanted I'm still learning to do, but you can expect an amazing update in the future.
There Are Four Career Levels
Level 1 - Cyber Teacher In Training
Level 2 - Cyber Class Monitor
Level 3 - Cyber Teacher Assistant
Level 4 - Certified Cyber Teacher
Raises Once you complete the branch you can still get money promotions that give a §10 simoleon raise. So you stay-at-home lovers can make big bucks doing it over time while increasing the bar.
[ Please Read ] This career is meant to be a work-at-home career, if you choose the option to go to work you will not get any of the computer interactions. UI Cheats & cheating levels seem to keep the computer actions the same. You can cheat the skills you need, but don't cheat the computer interactions or skip days with this mod it won't register. So if you try cheating that training manual you have to study; it won't register.
[ How To Get Started As A Teacher ]
Get Your Teacher Sign-Up Bonus
Study To Pass Your Teacher Training
Attend Live Seminar
Take Online Test
(If you fail the test, try again & make sure you did complete reading the study manual!)
PUBLIC ON 2/14/2023
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Tokyo revengers groupchat
Warnings: suggestive, swearing, 5th grade humour, an unknown femboy is mentioned, Takeomi is homophobic but no one cares, also this has the Sano's and everyone involved or close to them
Desc: Shin gets his first date in like 10 years. Also this is the final timeline but events don't exactly match up to canon so👍
Shinichiro: GUYS
Shinichiro: I'M GOING ON A DATE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Benkei: i don't care
Takeomi: congratulations. it's only been like 30 years
Wakasa: how many times have you started a conversation exactly like this? give up for all of our sakes. we're tired🙏
Takeomi: Shin there's nothing wrong with being single at your big age. it's not humiliating at all
Wakasa: aren't you single?😐
Shinichiro: screw you guys, actually ☹️
Benkei: emoji's are for children. stop using them. you're gonna frown? as a grown man? what's wrong with you
Shinichiro: what's wrong with frowning??
Shinichiro: YOU KNOW WHAT I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY A PRETTY GIRL ASKED ME ON A DATE
Shinichiro: we're meeting at a karaoke bar
Takeomi: if this happens to be real, do not drink
Takeomi: you get touchy when you're drunk and it's fucking weird😐
Wakasa: girls might think that's weird and creepy
Shinichiro: that was one time and i apologized
Takeomi: i don't give a fuck if you apologized you kissed me you fucking cunt
Takeomi: i don't even wanna talk about it i'm gonna vomit
Shinichiro: it was just a goodnight kiss. for the homies 😕
Wakasa: you stuck your tongue down his throat dude
Shinichiro: we were wearing socks so it was fine
Benkei: you just say shit
Shinchiro: you guys are ruining my vibe rn so i'm just gonna get ready for my date and the future love of my life
Shinchiro: she's so pretty i'm in love with her
Shinichiro: oh man i'm getting butterflies
Takeomi: send a pic
Shinchiro: you'll see her soon enough if things go well
Takeomi: guess i'm never seeing her
Sano affiliated groupchat
Inupi: idk a lot of us in here aren't Sano's and it kind of annoys me that this is what the groupchat's called
Mikey: get that stick out of your ass or leave like it's not that deep
Inupi: shut the fuck up you dwarf
Mikey: i'm the average height for a japanese male
Inupi: "i'm the average height for a japanese male🤓☝️"
Inupi: and no you're not. you're 5'3 and the average height is 5'7
Mikey: at least i have more than 3/4 of my face
Inupi: should you be saying that when you have a history of mutilating people's faces
Inupi: isn't that right Haruchiyo
Haruchiyo: kill yourself
Senju: girls, stop fighting
Emma: guys please not again
Draken: Inupi don't leave, Shinichiro wanted us here for something important so can we be civil for a few minutes
Inupi: whatever
Inupi: where is he anyway he said we should all be online cause of an emergency and he's not even here
Izana: are the old people here?
Takeomi: we're not old
Izana: ok grandpa
Kakucho: what's the emergency?
Benkei: fuck if we know
Wakasa: if i've come here to waste my time i'm gonna twist his dick off
Mikey: why do you want his dick in your hand🤨?
Wakasa: stop playing games Manjiro...
Benkei: is corporal punishment still legal
Mikey: i was kidding 😭
Mikey: also i'm a full grown adult so that would just be assault
Benkei: is assault still illegal
Emma: uh yes?
Benkei: i don't know why i asked because i'm going to do it anyway
Mikey: are your anger management classes even working💀?
Mikey: and lucky for me i'll be in Paris tmr for a fan meetup so😋
Shinchiro: hi guys
Wakasa: what do you want
Takeomi: i bet he fumbled
Mikey: fumbled what?
Takeomi: he had a date
Inupi: what's the emergency Shinichiro?
Shinchiro: i need you guys to answer these questions as quickly as possible
Shinichiro: what's a femboy??
Emma: now what does that have to do with the urgent emergency you told us you had?? i missed my pregnancy yoga classes for this? SHIN?
Senju: why is everything you do so unserious
Baji: Haruchiyo's a femboy
Haruchiyo: no the fuck i'm not you piece of shit
Mikey: you're not?
Haruchiyo: no??
Mikey: but you're pretty, and you look like a girl so?
Haruchiyo: no... but uh, thanks ig
Senju: girl stand up. this is embarrassing😕
Shinichiro: guys please this is serious i can't hide in the bathroom forever
Emma: what are you doing in the bathroom??
Shinichiro: i'm on my date right? so we're having a great time and we're singing and drinking and i tell her what a pretty girl she is and she says "girl?" and i'm like "yeah you're a pretty girl" and she says she's a femboy and i don't know what that means like what does "boy" have to do with anything so i went to the bathroom to ask you guys this question real quick because she said we're going to her apartment after this (!!!i think for sex!!!) but i'm just trying to clear up what she meant by the boy part
Baji: LMAOOOOOOO
Izana: it means "she" is a he
Izana: that's not a girl, it's a feminine presenting man. hence the description femboy
Mikey: I'M FUCKING CRYING 😭😭😭😭
Baji: can you even call yourself femboy when you're like in your 30's? that's a grown ass man
Takeomi: what's up with you and all these suspiciously gay situations
Wakasa: i think the universe is trying to tell you something
Benkei: how did you not know he was a guy
Shinichiro: because she's pretty! like a girl
Haruchiyo: *he's a guy
Shinichiro:
Baji: why's the cat sad. that's fucked up
Kakucho: it's basically how Senju looks like a boy most of the time and Haruchiyo looks like a girl
Takeomi: how did you not see a bulge or something
Shinchiro: she's wearing a skirt
Mikey: *he
Wakasa: and nothing was swinging out?
Izana: what kind of question is this
Emma: stop being vulgar Waka-nii😐. this is such a stupid conversation
Wakasa: aren't you a grown woman tho i feel like you can handle me talking about dicks
Shinchiro: holy shit she's a he
Inupi: can we go now
Baji: a hole is a hole
Emma: Baji ew😕
Takeomi: the difference between them is that one makes you gay because you're fucking a guy in the ass and the other one is normal
Baji: same difference
Takeomi: did you read what i just said
Mikey: he's illiterate
Baji: you can't insult me with a word i don't know the meaning of
Inupi: Shin what's the verdict?
Shinichiro: well...this is still a very pretty person so...
Takeomi: bro??
Shinichiro: is it that big of a deal tho?? i don't think it is
Shinichiro: yeah, this is fine
Shinichiro: is it all that gay if you're attracted to someone who looks like a woman?
Takeomi: if you're gonna fuck them, YES???
Benkei: he's lost it
Wakasa: i'm gonna need you to be sure about this because do you even know what to do? you're gonna embarrass yourself. you're not educated on gay sex at all
Baji: i can help with that
Draken: if i'm being honest i don't think you should take advice from anyone here at all
Baji: but i'm an expert
Mikey: we don't wanna know anything about what you and Chifuyu do 😐
Baji: yes you do
Inupi: google exists. just buy lube and condoms holy shit you guys are overcomplicating this so much
Mikey: of course you would know😒
Inupi: yeah i would know because i'm gay?? fucking idiot
Senju: are buttholes self lubricating? i can't be sure since i have constipation and my buttholes as dry as some tree bark
Haruchiyo: why would you tell us that
Takeomi: Senju watch how you talk. girls aren't suppose to say stuff like that
Senju: fine, next time i'll say anus to be more ladylike
Takeomi: and to answer your question, yes. because when you poop there's residue
Takeomi: you hear that Shin
Takeomi: shit in the ass
Takeomi: don't do this
Haruchiyo: you just told us you don't wipe your ass properly
Emma: i hate everyone here so bad omg
Draken: i think it's our cue to leave
Shinichiro: fuck it. i'm gonna do it
Shinichiro: thanks for the help guys! it is what it is at this point 😁
Shinichiro: bye!!
Mikey: i knew he'd eventually succumb to homosexuality
Takeomi: well since i'm homophobic i can't be his friend anymore
Benkei: no one cares
Benkei: Shinichiro successfully wasted our time once again
Benkei: i hope he gets an STD
Mikey: woah 😭
Emma: you're so fuckung dramatic😐
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study session
chris sturniolo x fem reader
contains- smutt, spanking,slapping ,degradation , praising, dirty talk, use of names like-slut,daddy , baby and ma
you were going over to your best friend chris's house for a study session since you both are struggling in music theory and thought it would be easier to study if you quizzed each other.
you just pulled up and made your way to the front door of him and his brothers place and texted him your outside . A minute latter the front door open and chris greets you with a warm smile as you enter and give each other a warm hug.
we're gonna study in my room since nicks trying to get some important work emails done and matt is watching tv in the living room. chris says as he leads you into the kitchen/living room down to his stares that lead to his room. You give nick a small hug from behind him as hes sitting at the kitchen table and he gives you a sweet smile and says hi. Matt gets up and gives you a hug and wishing you both good luck with studying.
Even though matt nick and chris have a great career on YouTube and are making more than enough money that they don't need to take college classes chris had brought up to you that he really wanted to start learning to produce music so you and him agreed to take music production classes online together since you also love music and think it would be fun producing music.
Okay let me start up my computer ad we can start studying the notes we took from last lecture. you say as you sit down on his bed and take out your computer from your bag and starting in them opening up to the notes you took earlier in the week.
okay you want me to quiz you first you ask him as he sits in his gaming chair at his desk and has his notes open on his computer.
sure why not he says as he spins around to face you.
you start quizzing him and he surprisingly gets all but two correct.
okay your turn he says as he faces you and goes to the next part of quiz questions to ask you.
okay go you say waiting for him to start quizzing you .
okay what tempo is house of balloons by the weekend?
ummm shit ... 98...? you say more as a question that answer
nope try again he says smiling at you reassuringly
ummm 80 yeah.. 80 you say more confidently
y/n come on your so close he says in a tone that feels slightly aggressive .
fuck off just tell me and move on to the next question you say with a slight attitude
no im not telling you ... think about it for a second then try again he snaps back. You sigh loudly and think again trying to remember.
okay... 89?
there you go good girl he said proudly smiling you finally got it . You gulp and squeeze your thighs at the way he called you a good girl.
okay what key is just like heaven in?
oh easy A major you say fully confident in your answer.
good job okay next ... what key is Rhiannon in ?
A minor
good okay next one is a bit harder... what is the bpm of A Pale by Rosalia?
shit... 140?
nope try again
150 ?
no ... again
120
no hes starting to get a little annoyed that you guessing at this point.
okay then I don't fucking know you say aggressively getting annoyed that you getting it wrong.
drop the attitude im helping you out getting aggressive with me isn't gonna get you anywhere he says deeply as his eyes darken and narrow.
whatever im tired of this I don't care anymore you say over it .
woooow giving up already so pathetic
fuck YOU chris
you know what... come here he says aggressively motioning you to come to him.
no you say huffing as you roll your eyes and challenge his dark stare.
get the fuck up and come here im not gonna tell you again y/n
you decide to just get up and go to him .
you stand in front of him as he adjusts the way he's sitting and grabs you pulling you over his lap on your stomach . You gasp in shock not expecting him to do that.
c-chris what the fuck
whe're gonna try a new system... you get the answer right you get a reward get it wrong ... you get a punishment
fine whatever you huff in annoyance his hand comes down on your ass cheeks causing you to jump in shock.
drop the fucking attitude. he bites out causing you to drop your head and sigh
okay lets try again what's the bpm of a pale?
ummm... 125 you say waiting for whatever he'll do if you're right or wrong .
he chuckles deeply before his hand comes down harshly on your ass causing you to jolt forward .
Wrong guess again . You can hear the smirk through his tone . He's enjoying this a bit too much .
ughh you groan as you think for a second trying to remember the answer. okay uhmm 123
good see I knew you would get it he says as his hands slips under your skirt and skims over your underwear then slip under them rubbing small circles on your clit. This is so fucking wrong my best friend touching me but I cant help the obvious pool of wetness that forms from his touch . Ive always thought Chris was attractive but I never acted on it wanting to repeat our friends ship and now ruin it over feelings that might not have been reciprocated . You thought as he continued the circles causing you to squirm and softly whine.
okay next one ... how many chords are in the song loser by beck?
oh one you say as your breathing picks up from his adding slightly more pressure to your clit.
correct such a good girl he coos as he slips a finger into you.
mmm you whine as he curls it hitting the right spot .
okay next ... what were all the instruments used in bittersweet symphony ? he adds another finger causing you to gasp .
u-um strings f-fuck ... guitar... mm percussion and uh-m vocals you were half moaning as you answered the question.
good girl doing so good he says in a raspy voice that has you pulsing around his fingers.
is t-that the last one you ask trying not to let out moans .
nope three more he curls his fingers hitting the spongy spot that has your legs shaking and pressure building.
okay what is the bpm oof falling in love by cigarettes after sex
his fingers move faster and you can hear the squelching sounds and the pressure built up and you knew you were close.
f-fuck i... 141 its 141 j-jesus christ you moaned out .
mmm such a smart girl aren't you he says in a sickly sweet voice that brings you even closer to the edge .
mmm you whine as you try and keep yourself from finishing.
okay next how many chords are in everlong?
ummm 10 you whine as you're squeezing his fingers so tightly your legs are shaking and your breathing is erratic.
mmm almost as close your were to cumming all over my fingers what a shame he says pulling them out and slapping your ass harshly .
you whine at the loss of his fingers and your orgasm withering away.
okay is it ... 11
yes it is . Now last one . What key is somebody told me by the killers in?
b minor
yes good job see that wasn't so bad was it he says as he rubs your back then moves his hand to your hair . He pulls it up and makes you look at him.
n-no it wasn't that bad
mmm I think you deserve a reward for how good you did . don't you?
y-yes you say as he lets go of your hair.
stand up and go lay on the bed he says in a deep tone that has you clenching around nothing.
you get off of his lap and go to the bed laying down and watch as he walks over to you slipping off his shirt in the process .
he hovers over you as he pulls you closer by your hips and latches his mouth to your neck sucking and biting leaving bruises all over .
you whine as you grab his hair and he pulls away.
take this off for me he says motioning to the tank top you're wearing .
you pulls it over your head and he watches as your tits fall out and he immediately goes down to lick and suck on your nipples as you moan and squirm under him.
he bites and pulls causing you to gasp at the stinging sensation.
he groans as you pull tightly at his hair and he comes up from your boobs as his hands moves to your skirt sliding it down your legs along with you underwear.
such a pretty girl he says as his eyes move over body taking it all in.
he moves to take his sweatpants off and you watch as they drop and you see his bulge through his boxers. You had seen his bulge in his sweatpants many times so you knew it wasn't small but goddamn he looked huge causing you to gulp.
like what you see ma he says with a condescending smirk.
shut up you say looking away a bit embarrassed he caught you staring
he grabs you by your throat making you look up at him.
no need to be embarrassed sweetheart he says causing you to squeeze your thighs around his waist .
you watch him as he lines his tip with your dripping entrance.
ready ma he asks as he slides his tip through your folds.
you nod your head and he shakes his grabbing your face with his free hand. use you're words his tone deep and laced with lust.
yes ... please chris you whine as you look up at him as a smirk forms on his face and he starts sliding in. He groans as you hiss at the stretch of him. You have no idea how much of him is in but the burn is almost too much to handle.
so fucking tight he groans as you gasp
ow fuck chris you cry out in pain.
I know baby I know he whispers as he stops moving and giving you a second to breathe
you okay he asks as he watches your face contort in discomfort.
you take a moment to breathe before you answer.
mhm j-just go slow
he starts moving again sliding in deeper he stops again to let you breathe and adjust .
just go all the way in you whine in pain as he looks down at you .
you sure he asks looking into your eyes.
y-yeah
he thrusts all the way in making you scream.
JESUS CHR- your cut off by his hand over your mouth and he shushes you.
I know it hurts baby but matt and nick are upstairs you gotta be quiet
you whine into his hand as your breathing hard and shifting uncomfortably under him.
he takes his hand off your mouth so you can speak .
y-you can move just don't go to hard you say and he starts thrusting in slowly . The stretching pain slowly goes away as he slowly thrusts in .
fuck you're so fucking wet he groans as his hips snap into your thighs and you're trying to hold in your moans but fail.
f-fuck oh my god chris you moan as he thrusts a little faster
he keep his thrusts controlled still at a slow pace waiting for you to tell him he can go harder. He's holding back not wanting to hurt you .
fuck chris be rough please you moan now in full pleasure.
you sure sweetheart I don't know if we have the same idea of rough he groans out still holding himself back.
Chris isn't one to go easy on anyone he is rough and some people he's been with in the past haven't been able to handle it and he doesn't want to do that to you.
Chris please slap me choke me I don't care be as rough as you want I can handle it
his eyes darken as a smirk comes to his face and he leans down to be by your ear.
you're gonna regret saying that ma the second those words leave his mouth he starts pounding into you so hard you scream.
CHRIS JESUS CHRIST you scream as your hand goes to his back raking your nails down his back so hard he growls and grabs you by your neck squeezing harshly.
shut the fuck up before I make you he demands in a deep husky voice that has you clenching around him.
mmm f-fuck your so d-eep you whine out as he continuously pounds into you hitting your g-spot .
yeah you see how fucking deep I am he groans as he watches the bugle in your stomach .
you look down moaning loudly watching the way your stomach bulges with each thrust.
you try and throw your head back in pleasure but he grabs your head by your hair forcing you to watch him bulging inside of you.
mhm keep fucking watching slut he says as you cry out in pleasure as you feel your orgasm building .
f-fuck i'm so close you whine out as he lets out a small chuckle as he lets go of your head and it drops back onto the bed .
he slaps you across the face twice causing you to moan loudly as your legs start shaking.
beg for it ... beg me to let you cum he growls out as he grabs you by your face making you look at him.
f-fuck please please can I cum you cry out as your holding back your orgasm until you get his permission.
mmm I don't know ... beg a little louder show me how much you want it
PLEASE you remember that he's talked about having a daddy kink and you decide nows the best time to let it slide . P-PLEASE DADDY CAN I CUM
he audibly whimpers when you call him daddy and he fucks into you rougher.
yeah you can fucking cum he groans as you let go and shake underneath him as your hearing goes out for a second.
oh my god you gasp as you come down from your high as he continuously pounds into you.
god you look so fucking hot when you cum he groans as he lifts your legs to his shoulder as he pounds deeper into you.
CHRIS AHHH he shoves his fingers in your mouth .
shut. the .fuck.up he thrusts in-between each words.
you know you have to be quiet but he's making it so hard.
he pulls his fingers out of your mouth lightly slapping your face a couple times before he grabs onto your hips thrusting into you so hard no sounds are coming out of your mouth except loud breathing.
look at you ... am I fucking you dumb hmm he says with a smirk as you whine under him .
he drops your legs and flips you over pushing your face into the bed and pulling your hips up as he pounds into from behind as you scream into the bed.
he slaps your ass hard making you moan loudly into the bed.
he continuously pounds into you as his hand continuously comes down harshly on your ass.
your screaming at this point as you reach back stopping his hand from coming down anymore as your skin is stinging from where his hand came down in the same spot each time.
he grabs you by your hair bringing you up to his chest
aww what's the matter cant handle it he says in a mocking tone .
if he weren't fucking you dumb you'd slap his across the face for that comment but all you can get out are moans and whines.
so pathetic he says as he drops your head and grabs you arms holding them behind your back with one hand as he uses his free hand to slap your other ass cheek.
mmm chris FUCK IM GONNA CUM you scream as he hits so deeply and roughly in you you're seeing stars.
come on baby cum all over my dick he groans as you let go and your legs give out as you drop down onto the bed legs shaking as you ass presses back into him.
fuck chris I c-cant you cry out as the overstimulation sees in and becomes to much
mmm mm your gonna take it like a good girl until I finish he growls out as he pounds into you as you lift your legs hitting the back of his thighs.
n-no chris I c-cant you cry out as tears fall out of the corners of your eyes.
im so close baby just a little longer he groans as his thrusts get sloppy .
uuuh my god chris please you whine out.
please what baby tell me he groans
please fuck cum in me you moan out
yeah you want me to fill you up ma he whimpers out as you feel his dick pulse inside of you.
please fuck please you whine and he breaks as his cum fills you up and he whimpers loudly in your ear
fuck y/n he groans as his thrusts stop and he slowly pulls out .
he flops down next to you as he pulls you into his chest .
Wow that was…
Really fucking good
You look at his as you both smile and laugh .
You both fall asleep with smiles on your faces
The end 💋
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oh mei.....
running into dbf!hotch when ur ever so slightly (absolutely) wasted and letting it slip how viscerally attractive u find him and what u want to do to him and watching him squirm because he can't react the way he wants to LORD i wanna make that old man flustered
please there's nothing like dbf!hotch <33333
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You're a giggly drunk, and you know it. Aaron doesn't, though, which is why it's such a surprise when you spot him from across the street, standing on the patio of a bar as he walks from a restaurant with his team.
"Aaron- Aaron!" You shout, waving wildly as if he's having a hard time spotting you. The people around him look confused, but it turns into alarm when you dash across the street.
"Hi!" You squeal, slamming into him like a car could have into you, "Ohmygosh, you're here! And- and wow, I'm here, and we're here!"
"We are here," He can't fight the amused smile on his face, chuckling softly as he steadies you, "Now why are you here? It's late, and you have classes tomorrow, don't you?"
"Just a lecture," You shrug, "And I- I don't need to be there, he'll post the notes online. So I'm out with my friends!"
"Me too," Aaron keeps your arm in his grip, pivoting you to face his team, "These are my coworkers. You've met, uh, Dave before. And I think that's it."
"Hi, Y/N," Dave smiles kindly at you, though his eyes linger on the way Aaron's hand smooths up and over your shoulder, staying there.
"Hi," You grin jovially, remembering the kind man Aaron had brought with him to dinner once, "It's nice to meet you all! I'm- I'm drunk, but-"
"She's Y/N," Aaron laughs, "But she is also drunk. Let's walk you back, okay? I don't think I trust you to go by yourself again."
"You have to hold my hand!" You urge, shaking his arm off of your shoulder and grabbing his hand where it falls at his side, "Just to be- to be safe."
"Uh, okay," He nods, cheeks flaring up slightly rosy, "Let's go, sweetheart."
You drag him across the street like an excited puppy. He grabs you by the waist when you nearly trip, and with his help you make it back across the street and to the bar.
"Let's get you a drink," You grin, an evil expression that makes it seem like you're leading him to his doom. And perhaps you are, with the pretty little dress that's hugging your figure and the wild look in your eyes.
"I don't need a drink," He tries slipping his hand out of yours once you're safely on the patio again, "That's okay, honey. I'm due home now, okay? You go have fun with your friends."
"Wait- no!" You frown, lower lip puffy and wobbling as crocodile tears invade your eyes, "That's not fair. I finally- finally got all pretty and made up and you won't even stay with me?"
"What do you mean?" Aaron lets you take his hand back, and doesn't protest when you start playing with his thick fingers to distract yourself.
"I knew you were coming tonight," You admit in your drunken haze, "i heard you talking to my dad about a team dinner. And I wanted you to drink with me afterwards. But you just want to go home, you don't even like my- my dress," You sniffle, "Or my makeup, or my shoes, or-"
"Okay, okay," Aaron murmurs, smearing a stray tear away from your cheek before it can streak mascara down your face, "Let's just- uh, let's sit down."
He leads you to a patio chair, and squats at your feet.
"Honey," He starts, commanding your attention even if it's sparse and spacey, "Listen to me. It's not that I don't want to- uh, there's nothing wrong with- no, okay... you're drunk. You know that."
You nod, head bobbing on your shoulders.
"Right, and- and I don't think it's very fair of me to, uh- appreciate the effort you've put in tonight while you're drunk. Okay?"
"But I want you to," You whine, grasping his hands in your own, "I want you to push me up against the bar, and kiss me, and put your hands on my waist, and- and then take me home and-"
"Okay! Okay, okay," Aaron squeezes your hands, "I hear you. And maybe one night, when you're not drunk..."
"You promise?" Those damned tears are back, and Aaron can't resist gripping your chin to tug your face down. It takes all of his willpower to dot a kiss to your forehead when your lips are right there, but he does so successfully and even smiles at the sloppy kiss you plant on his chin when he pulls back.
"I promise." There's a strange sensation in his chest, like it's a balloon filled with rocks. He's elated, thrilled at the prospect of your hidden desire, but already worried about the complications of your impending relations, "Do me a favor, sweetheart?"
"Anything," You breathe, shiny-eyed, and his heart skips a beat.
"Let me drive you home," He offers, "Not like that. Just so that I know you get home safe. You don't really need to go back in there, I think you're drunk enough."
"Okay," You nod, chin still in his grip, "But- but my friends need rides."
"Then your friends can come too," Aaron stands, helping you rise to your feet with a hand under your arm that hooks over his shoulder, "Where are they?"
"Inside," You nod towards the building, 'But, uh- Aaron? Will you please tell them you kissed me? If they ask?"
"What?"
"I told them I was going to tell you how I feel tonight," Your face crumples in worry, "And- and I know you said not tonight, but I want them to think that it worked, so-"
"If they ask," He tries not to smile at the knowledge that he's hot gossip among your friends, "I'll tell them you jumped me in the parking lot."
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AITA for not giving my brother my old gaming consoles?
So I (28m) love video games. Nintendo's handheld consoles in particular (I also own my parents old '98 computer and some of the PC games). They were a crucial part of my childhood and I strived to save every console and game that I could, and still keep them now for sentimental value and the sake of preserving them. My brother (30m) was never really into video games, but because we came from a lower class family, the gaming consoles and all subsequent games were typically gifted to "the whole family" and by extention, my brother, as he was the older child, but they all ended up becoming mine in the end, as I was the only one who would use them beyond the first week of owning them.
As we got older, my brother lost all interest in video games, so games started to get gifted to me directly, while the consoles remained "for the family". None of them were ever "officially" handed over to me, except for my father handing me his old grey Gameboy and going "here, you like this more than me" (that Gameboy and the Metroid game in it are my ultimate treasure). But again, I was the only one who cared about them, so everything I could beg my parents to not sell got added to my collection.
Now that we're all adults and my brother has kids and said kids are now old enough for video games (both are 6yo) they both have taken an interest. Which is awesome! I let my niece and nephew play on my Switch when they come over, and sometimes they watch me play games on my PC. They also have tablets that they play games on too, so there's no shortage of access, and my SIL is thinking about getting a Switch for at home (they love Kirby).
Just a month ago though, my brother randomly asked me for "his consoles back". When I asked why, he told me it was because he wanted to give them to his kids. When I asked which ones, he wanted them all. From the grey Gameboy up to the Gamecube.
I flat out told him no. First off, the Gamecube was sold in a yard sale after my parents "persuaded" me to let them sell it. The Gamecube I own now was gifted by a friend, so that one is 100% mine. My brother doesn't believe me on that. Second, none of these handheld consoles are being made anymore, they can be hard to find depending on where you are, and the price of the games for them are even higher. I love my niece and nephew, but they are little kids, and it would be devestating to see or hear that one of those old consoles got snapped in half or crushed. Also, again, these consoles are my entire childhood. These are the ones I held in my hands as a kid, and those games are the ones I had for years, and contained my save files on them. They mean way too much to me.
My brother got mad at me, claiming that I'm being selfish and that I can just "buy another one online" and that "they sit in a storage bin all the time", and got even angrier when I asked him why HE couldn't just buy them online. We apparently are on the same page that these consoles hold sentimental value to us, but I'm having a hard time seeing his side of it when he barely touched them.
He hasn't brought it up since, but apparently my brother's been complaining to our parents because my mother called me a few days ago to tell me that I am being selfish and to "just give him the games already". She hates seeing us fight and tends to pick the side of the kid that complains to her first, so IDK if I believe her. My dad doesn't care, and my SIL thinks spending the money on a Switch would be money better spent.
I do feel a little bad, I know I would be steaming mad if the roles were reversed, but I just do not see how he suddenly cares so much about these consoles all of a sudden, and I absolutely do not trust that he would make sure his kids are careful with them.
So, AITA? Am I being selfish? I already was thinking about letting my niece and nephew try out the old consoles when they're older and I get them all set up in a proper display case, I just do not want to lose ownership of these consoles. I already lost the Gamecube, Wii, and so many games (including PC games) to my parents "convicining me" to sell them. I don't want to lose any more.
What are these acronyms?
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Okay, y'all, it's rant time again. Buckle up.
A new report just came out from Public Citizen highlighting the dangers of using apps and AI foraging guides for identifying mushrooms, particularly when mushroom foraging. It's the latest in a string of warnings that are fighting against a tide of purported convenience ("just take a picture and get your answer instantly!")
I've ranted about this since last August, and I also wrote up a detailed post on how to identify an AI-generated foraging guide. I'm also including info on the limitations of apps and AI in The Everyday Naturalist: How to Identify Animals, Plants, and Fungi Wherever You Go. I'm not just saying this to toot my own horn--it's because nature identification, and teaching it to others, is literally what I do for a living. So this is a topic near and dear to my heart.
I teach a very, very specific sort of identification class; whether we're focusing on animals, plants, fungi, or all of the above, I walk people through a detailed process of how to observe a given organism, make note of its various physical traits and habitat, and use that information to try to determine what it is. I emphasize the need to use as many sources as possible--field guides, websites, online and in-person groups, journal articles, etc.--to make absolutely sure that your identification is solid.
And every year, I get people (thankfully, a very small minority of my students) who complain because my two-hour basic mushroom hunting class wasn't just five minutes of introduction and one hundred and fifteen minutes of me showing slide after slide of edible mushrooms. There are so many people out there who just want a quick, easy answer so they can frolic in the woods and blithely pick mushrooms like some idealized image of a cottagecore herbalist with a cabin full of dried plants and smiling frogs or something.
While I do incorporate a bit of information on getting started with the app iNaturalist in my classes, it is as only ONE of MANY tools I encourage people to use. Sure, it's more solid than most apps because, in addition to the algorithmic I.D. suggestions it initially gives you, other iNaturalist users can go onto your observations later and either agree with your I.D.s or suggest something different and even explain why.
And yet--even as great as iNat is, it and its users can still be wrong. So can every other I.D. app out there. And I think that is one thing that the hyper-romanticized approaches to foraging--and nature identification in general--miss. In order to be a good forager, you HAVE to also be good at nature identification.
And nature identification is an entire process that requires you to have solid observational and critical thinking skills, to be able to independently research using many different types of tools, and be willing to invest the time, patience, and focus to properly arrive at a solid identification--if not to species level, then as far down the taxonomic ladder as you can realistically manage. (There's a reason even the experts complain about Little Brown Mushrooms and Damned Yellow Composites!)
People mistake one single tool--apps--for the entire toolkit. They assume any book they find on Amazon is going to be as good as any other, and don't take the time to look up the author to determine any credentials or experience, or even whether they actually exist or not. It doesn't help that the creators of these products often advertise them as "the only [book/app/etc.] you need to easily identify [organism of choice]!"
I mean, sure, the world isn't going to end if you never question the birdsong results on the Merlin app, or if you go through life thinking a deer fern is just a baby western sword fern. But when we get into people actually eating things they find in the wild, there's often no room for error. There are plants and mushrooms that can kill you even if you only eat a tiny amount. And even if they don't kill you, they may make you wish you were dead for a few days while you suffer through a whole host of gastrointestinal nastiness and other symptoms.
There aren't any shortcuts if you want to be safe in your foraging. You HAVE to be willing to do the work. And any teacher, author, or product that says otherwise isn't being ethical. I'm glad to see more people speaking out against the "fast foodization" of foraging in regards to overreliance on apps and the existence of AI foraging books; I just hope it's enough to prevent more people from getting sick or dying.
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We were talking about "kids these days", but not in a "fuck them" kind of way, in a "jfc they desperately need help and I guess that's gotta be me" kind of way.
This fall was the first group of incoming college freshman who'd spent most of their highschool years in COVID lockdown, and y'all. You struggled. And I'm sad you struggled. I didn't have a lot of control over the class I taught this semester, it was all online and the content was pre-made.
But I'm getting hired (I hope) as a full professor next fall, and I have many ideas.
Week 1, we're going to learn how to use the online learning tools, even if it's an in-person class. A lot of students this semester missed 10% of their grade because they couldn't find some of the content. So you guys need help learning how to use these systems, and that's definitely my job.
Also Week 1, I'm going to introduce note-taking tools, methods, and techniques. A lot of kids have no idea how to take notes. It's a skill you have to be taught.
Week 2, I'm going to start them on how to find real sources online, and how to vet the sources they're reading. Someone I talked to today said "the problem isn't that they can't find information, it's that there's too much information, and most of it isn't true". So that's going to be a theme for the whole semester.
Some time before the first test I'm going to teach studying techniques. Again - a lot of kids just don't know how to study. How can I expect them to do well on a test if they can't study for it??
And then, throughout the semester, I'm going to teach a mix of computer skills, including file structure and navigating the system, saving files as PDFs, using Acrobat, Word, Excel, PPT, and programs like that. I'm going to introduce them to Zotero and how to integrate it into Word because the sooner you learn how to do that the happier you will be when you're writing big term papers in your 400 level courses.
Anyway. Those are my starting ideas.
Did anyone else struggle this semester? What do you wish someone had taught you how to do?
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under his watchful gaze
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pairing: mingi x gn! reader
↬ tags: implied that mingi and reader are childhood friends (about why they are roommates now the author herself isn't too sure just roll with it), you can assume reader and mingi are going to the same school, mingi is 3 years older than reader in this one
summary: you have a guardian angel that watches you while you sleep. that's mingi
word count: 807 words
a/n: can't put any labels on what mingi is to the reader because the agenda of this fic changed course MULTIPLE times, the bonus scene will explain a bit of the backstory (it was only added because the story wouldn't have made sense without the backstory)
a loud knock on mingi's door grabbed his attention and he swivels around in his chair to face you. he removes his headphones, game paused in the background. you stood shyly by his doorframe, greeting him all while clad in cozy sleepwear, "hey mingi, i'm not disturbing you right?"
he shakes his head, "no, what's up?" you waved your hands in front of you, "oh, uhm. i just wanted to tell you that if you're going to play games, could you tone it down a bit? i'm gonna head to bed now, i've got an early class tomorrow." you shoot him a half grimace half smile at the mention of your class.
unfortunately for him, his friends were counting on him to tank a match. he clears his throat and gave you a curt nod.
"yeah, i'll try. have a good rest." he bids you goodbye and his door closes with a whoosh, mechanism clicking shut. mingi tears his gaze away from the door and returns his focus back to the game.
"mingi what's taking you so long?!" he rolls his eyes at the way his gaming mates hollered at him.
"my bad. someone was talking to me. let's go for another round?" mingi cracks his knuckles, before poising them over his keyboard.
"that's the spirit! one more win!"
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"ah damn we almost got that team!" mingi groans, rubbing his eyes. "yeah no shot. we nearly got obliterated! if mingi didn't advise us to defend our base i think we would have lost more." his teammates chatter idly, agreeing to take a quick bio-break. mingi stretched his legs out, and wonders if you were asleep now.
picking up his phone, he notices that you sent him a message on social media just a second ago. a second chime signals a new message and he clicks on the notification.
just a bunch of animal reels from this evening...and wait, why were you online?
mingi shoots you a quick text, somewhat apologetic.
mingi: was i too loud?
a small grin appears on his face when he spots that familiar green dot beside your profile icon. you were still awake. awake and purposely avoiding his texts.
mingi: ahem.
mingi: excuse me, but i thought you said you were going to sleep 2 hours ago??
you: well uhm...i couldn't sleep ;-;
mingi: come to my room?
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a while later he hears his door open and he turns to look at your tired form, "you seriously need to sleep, like now." he knows you can't quip back at him for he had no classes the next day. he removes his headphones on one side to hear you better.
"well! i just can't, what about it?" you leaned against the ajar door, crossing your arms in front of you. mingi couldn't help but burst out laughing at how you were pouting, clearly annoyed for not being able to sleep.
"why didn't you just come and sleep in my bed, just like last time?" he pats the empty bed behind him and you flushed, sputtering, "i...i mean! it's not...it's not like we're kids again or whatever." you locked your hands behind you, averting your gaze.
"mingi? hey! we're gonna start another round." his friend's voice called out through his left ear and he unmutes himself to speak, "give me 5 minutes." in one swift motion, he gets out of his chair and drags you into his room, pushing you down onto his bed all while ignoring your protests.
you huffed, mumbling under your breath, "it's so embarrassing that you still have to coddle me to bed at this age." you surprisingly let mingi tuck you in, pulling the covers to your shoulders. he takes your phone from you, earning him yet another eye roll from you.
"can't stand you being grumpy the next day, so you better rest now. if your bed doesn't work, then my bed it is." he dims the bedside lamp, the only source of light being his monitor in the room. he squats down beside you and you flipped to your side to gaze at him. he locks eyes with you, a wry smile growing on his face.
"are you afraid i'm gonna let the whole world know that you can't sleep without me around? silly twerp. get some proper rest, not some half-assed 3 hour sleep on a school day." you reached out from under the covers to flick his forehead, accepting your fate. mingi knew you couldn't say no either.
"fine. goodnight mingi."
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mingi keeps one side of his headphones on, occasionally hearing you toss and turn in his bed. he mutes himself for the rest of the rounds, choosing to text his teammates in-game instead. mingi switches to the quieter keyboard and mouse to avoid waking you up. in the end he couldn't focus for long--not when you were in the same space as him-- and quits the game.
"i'll go off first. see you all same time tomorrow?" chimes of "sure thing" and "see you" came from his fellow gamers and he logged off. mingi ambles over to you, lying down beside you. he stares at you intently, every rise and fall of your chest under his covers made him happy knowing you were getting rest.
"look who's sound asleep now huh." he murmured under his breath, warm hand gingerly carding through your hair and you stirred from his touch. he hides his pleased chuckle behind his other hand when he realizes that you were nuzzling into his touch, seemingly unresponsive after that sudden movement.
"goodnight to you too."
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bonus:
10 year old mingi was shaken awake from his sleep and blearily he reaches out to switch on his bedside lamp.
"w-what..." mingi glances in your direction as you perched at the end of his bed, your half-lidded eyes meeting his barely opened ones. you fiddled with the ends of his blanket, "i can't sleep. mommy and daddy are talking loudly again."
he sighs, opening his blanket for you to crawl in. you slipped into the space beside him, and he drapes the blanket over you. "don't kick me or i'll push you off the bed." mingi threatens jokingly. he flicks off the light and the two of you lay down in silence, the hum of the ceiling fan the only things both of you could hear.
"i'm sorry." you whispered. even though mingi's eyes were closed shut, he can feel your intense stare through his lids. "what are you sorry for? auntie and uncle were nice enough to take care of me until my parents come back from their trip. so it is also my duty to take care of you when they can't." mingi doesn't know if you understood what that loaded statement meant, but you seemed satisfied at the fact that he was beside you and that was all that mattered to the 7 year old you.
he gently pats you, and you fell asleep under his care.
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and there you go hurtin' me so good again with the continuation of your cheating!Eddie steddie fic.. thank you! <3
Based on Part One, and this Ask here,
I was chatting with @samcoxramblings yesterday about this and I think maybe there should be some Steve POV, as a treat.
If Steve thought about the last few weeks of his life alongside every other instant of sorrow and pain he'd experienced, his relationship with Nancy, the Upside Down, the death of Barb, his parents, he'd say he should be used to this sort of thing by now.
But perhaps he'd been spoiled.
He'd had more than twenty years of happiness, contentedness, with Eddie and their life together. He'd relaxed too much, and here was the other shoe crashing down.
The home phone line in their apartment has been ringing off the hook, reporters have been trying to get ahold of him to see his side of things, leaving messages and one bold enough to come to their apartment leaves a letter taped to their door.
Steve disconnectes the phone and installs another lock after that.
And speaking of letters, there have been a mix delivered to their shared PO Box, some in support of Steve, sympathetic to the situation, others are ecstatic --seeing it as their chance to wedge their way into his marriage just like the last person, that they've always hated Steve and can't wait to see him gone.
He only reads a few letters before letting them pile up on the side table by the door.
All because of that stupid photo.
There was no discernable face in the photo, or photos, that ended up online.
Just Eddie talking animatedly to someone facing away from the camera view. It pieces together the evening, a meet cute, a conversation, walking out of the bar together, and a passionate kiss before getting into a taxi.
Eddie confirms it, and it's like his heart breaks in two.
There are a million questions rattling around in his head.
How many times has this happened? How long has Eddie been lying to him, was this a one time thing or have they been secretly meeting one another for multiple tours? Does the band know? Have they been lying to his face as well?
Steve feels as though he's been on autopilot, walking around in a fog while at home, and mechanically moving through his lesson plans while at school.
To make matters worse, his principal calls him at home after the news breaks.
"Steve, how are you doing? I'm so sorry to hear," she tells him solemnly over the line, "if there is anything we can do please let us know".
"Thank you Liz, I, I really appreciate it," Steve hums, his voice much more level than it has been in awhile, "I'll take Spring break to finish up my marking and get my head on straight before we're back--"
"Steve, I'm sorry, I think," she hesitates, Steve can hear her pace around her office, her signature kitten heels click against the tiled floor, "I think it would be best if you take a little longer than Spring Break".
He feels his stomach drop into his shoes, no, no, they can't...
"What, what are you talking about, are you--"
"No, no, of course not," her voice shrill, panicked and tinny, over the line as she backpeddles, "no, we just think it would be better for you and the kids if you took some time away. We have a sub lined up and this wouldn't be permanent, just until it dies down".
"You can't be serious Liz, come on, their finals are coming up at the end of the month and I've never let my personal life affect my job before and I'm not about to start now, I don't need a leave of absence, I'm fine," he lies.
It has been difficult to get through class, to ignore the whispers from the kids during break or while they work in groups. He can feel curious eyes follow him in between the desks as he walks around for questions.
Liz sighs into the line and all at once knows the conversation is over, that it was never a conversation to begin with.
"Look, you're the best department head we've had in a long time Steve, and I want you back, fresh, for the kids. I can't imagine how you're feeling right now and I know this isn't what you wanted but I think it will be for the best".
"How long?" Steve manages to say, so softly that Liz asks him to repeat himself.
"Excluding the break, I'll say three weeks, so you can be back to see them through their exams," she sighs again, "the school year isn't over yet Steve, you'll still have lots of time with them".
Steve raises a shaking hand to his hair, running his fingers through it from root to tip. It could be good to take that time, Robin had asked him if he would when they initially spoke. It could give him a chance to think about what to do.
But, at this point, he worries if he stops moving, if he slows down, he won't be able to stop the grief he can feel, knocking at his window.
"Okay, okay, Liz, I'll take some time".
***
Steve finishes his marking in record time, but perhaps it's easy when one doesn't sleep.
He reorganizes the pantry twice, deep cleans all the storage closets, he throws every piece of clothing in the house into the laundry, including Eddie's, drops off the dry cleaning, and washes the walls.
He moves the furniture around and finds himself looking at rentable scaffolding to see about finally starting that painting project he's been thinking about.
It's only Wednesday.
One by one his family begin to reach out as the news begins to circulate more prominently in the regular entertainment news outlets. Hopper and Joyce call, Joyce asks Steve if he wants to come back to Hawkins for a bit, that their door is always open for him, just as it was when he was in his twenties. Hopper tells him all Steve needs to do is give him the word and he'll be in Chicago with a shovel, no questions asked.
Steve thanks Joyce and gives Hopper an emphatic, 'NO,' but he appreciates them all the same.
Dustin innocently brings up that he'll be in Chicago for a few days the following week, that Robin offered Steve's guest room to him, and Steve finds himself smiling while shaking his head at the co-conspirators.
All of the kids call at least once, but they are busy themselves, none of them are on a leave of absence after all, he thinks bitterly to himself.
Thursday afternoon there's a knock at his door, Steve is in the middle of changing out the old washer from the kitchen sink -finally getting around to fixing the small leak, he freezes at the sound.
He's not expecting anyone and even though he and Robin are nearly joined at the hip she still has the decency to call before showing up at his door.
Steve climbs out from under the sink and wipes his hands on the nearest towel before slowly walking towards the door. All the locks are still bolted from the night before, so he feels safer leaning in to peer through the peephole.
It's Wayne?
Steve feels his heart begin to race, what on earth was Wayne doing here? Was Eddie with him? Corroded Coffin was still on tour, he couldn't be.
He hazards another glance through the peephole but he can't tell if there is anyone else in the hall.
Wayne knocks again making Steve jump at the sudden noise.
Steve breathes in deeply through his nose and out through his mouth once, twice, before he unlocks both bolts and the chain with shaking hands, he opens the door a fraction.
"Wayne? What are you doing here?" Steve says softly, he steps aside to let the man through.
"I came to check on you," Wayne says after a beat, he wipes his feet on the second mat inside and shrugs off his red windbreaker. Steve tries to take the jacket to hang it up but raises his hands in surrender as Wayne waves him off and opens the closet to hang it up himself.
Steve takes him into the kitchen and puts on a pot of coffee, they never did invest in one of those single serve coffee machines, Eddie drank so much coffee when he was home that it made no sense and, 'brewed coffee just tates better Stevie'.
Steve shakes the memory away and grabs two mugs from the cupboard, "Just sugar right?"
He reaches for the empty sugar bowl as Wayne nods, he hovers awkwardly as Steve flits around the kitchen.
Steve grabs the sugar from their pantry and fills up the bowl before placing it on the table with a spoon.
"So," Steve sighs as he leans against the counter next to the coffee maker, it hisses and bubbles filling the air with the smell of brewing coffee, "Eddie put you up to this, huh?"
Wayne frowns but nods, "Call it the first good decision that dumb-ass has made in the last few weeks," he scratches the graying scruff on his cheeks and steps closer, "how are you doing son?
Steve wants to tell him about how he hasn't let himself even think about the future. How he told Eddie he couldn't come home yet, how he's so achingly lonely despite the number of people that have reached out. How he doesn't want to think about a life without Eddie, but that he also can't imagine being in the same room as him for more that a minute without wanting to just scream at him.
How, Steve firmly believed that he would lose the man standing in his doorway, how his friendship with Gareth and Chrissy would inevitably fracture over Eddie, and once again Steve would be alone, picking up the pieces of his life to start again.
Instead, he manages to say, "I'm so glad you're here," before stepping into Wayne's arms, and allowing himself to be held as he finally, finally cries.
Wayne's arms come around him firmly, he reaches one hand up to cradle Steve's head while the other rubs his back, "its okay son, I gotcha," he whispers as Steves shoulders shake and his chest stutters.
"I gotcha".
#cw infidelity#steve harrington#time for steves pov#we love a protective and wise uncle wayne in this house#stranger things#cheating Eddie continuation#i promise im working on my other wips too#im just putting poor steve through the wringer at this point#sorry y'all#hurt and very little comfort
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Hi,
If it's not too personal to ask how do you manage so many friends and relationships as an autistic person, quite frankly I'm in awe and want to know your secrets because I suck at it badly and I'm quite lonely.
Hi anon! I actually don't have too big of a social circle. Well in the eyes of the average person who does not have social issues. But while I don't have data on the amount of friends autistic people have, I think we can safely assume it tends to be lower than the average.
But that wasn't the question, so I'm gonna break down where my relationships (general) come from, from obvious to more complicated.
Firstly I have a pretty good relationship with my family. So, I'm often out and about with my mum, and when I get too lonely I can call her so she's kinda the baseline. I also do trips with my step-sister. We did not grow up together (8 year age gap, I was out of the house when she arrived) but we have a lot in common and do art shows together, free friend.
Secondly, dating. I'm better at dating than making friends tbh. I use dating apps, always. Here I honestly have the advantage that I have a pretty agreeable face. It's a pretty basic maths game. I'm thin, I have red hair, I dress fairly feminine, I get responses. However personality wise I'm very authentic on there so a lot of these conversations end pretty fast haha. But because I have a pretty high first response rate, I also get the people who like it when you're a bit odd. I always try to keep the talking online part pretty short.
Thirdly, the first way I make friends is mooching off my family and friends. This is a time honoured practice amongst autistics. As a young child I would get put in the same hobbies as my cousins, and so when the friends from our hobby invited my cousin somewhere, they kinda had to ask me too. As an adult you can pretty much do the same thing, although it's pretty much more accepted now, most notably in the concept of bringing around a partner. Most people I've met the past year have been trough my partner. I met their housemates by well, being in the house, I've met their colleagues in the tattooshop, I've met other friends and I've also just met a lot of their aquintances.
Because they do tattoo events, in a pub for instance, and I helped, the people in this pub know me now too. The first time I'm just 'some date' helping out. But now they know me as a seperate person. I can run into these people and have a talk with them. My partners best friend liked my badges, and I said she could try making some if she wanted. So we did that.
I would not know any of these people without my partner. Some of them will always be my partners friend first, but there are some of their aquintances I know better now, because I ran into them more often, or we had something in common my partner doesn't.
The fourth part is the difficult one. That's just straight up talking to new people without any mediator. Generally this is easiest done where nobody else knows each other either. For instance when you start a new degree, everyone is generally pretty open to talking to new people because well, everyone is new. Some people might already be paired up but they generally want to know more people. I started a degree this year. So I've been talking to new people there. Some people made it easy, like a guy who went round asking everyones phone numbers to start a class whatsapp. Besides that it's just the classic kinda forced ways, like when you're both clearly walking into the same direction and you already know this person is in your class but you still go "hey, you're also in (class) right? Good, I'm going the right direction then!" it's all scripts too honestly, we're not the only ones that resort to those.
Outside classic settings like a new school it's a bit more complicated, but the art is figuring out when people do like to have a new conversation. For instance today I did an art market again. You're put next to random people, and you're there for hours. No matter how good the day goes, there are boring bits. When people are insanely bored, they're pretty happy to talk, espectially about their passions. So I'll ask how their sales are going, which immediately turns into a conversation about their work. I also will ask them to watch my stuff while I go to the toilet, and then tell them I don't mind doing the same for them. People seem to prefer that order over me just going "hey I can watch your stuff," they'll accept my help when they've already helped me.
You probably notice this is a lot of analysing. I do that a lot. I see what other people say to initiate conversations, make note, and try the same sentence later. It's not like masking bc I'm still being myself, but I'm utulising other peoples social skills just like you'd use cooking techniques you've observed. If you bake a succesful cake you're not fake baking, and if you make a genuine fun social connection it's not masking either. My partner is very good at talking to new people bc their job is to make people comfortable before stabbing them with many tiny needles. So I've been learning a lot from them. I have another friend who will not initiate so many conversations, but who is very chill and just inviting like that. I also try to take from that.
I also try to keep a lot of tiny little doors open. If someone is interested in a material I use, I'll go "if you want the link, message me sometime, here's my instagram. Offering to make buttons with my partners friend is also an open door. I didn't say "we should do that" I went "If you want to try sometime, I can send you the template, just let me know!" and they did come back to it. Often people don't, but often they do. Because I left an open invitation. When I post an event I'm doing or Danny is doing on here, that's also an open door. Much more general and less people will respond to that bc it's general, but some people do!
This is very specific to my situation, but it is a breakdown of what I do! Today on an art market I ran into some friends of my sister. I ran into 2 people I had a conversation with after one got a little tattoo at Danny's event. I also talked to my neighbors at the table. I talked to someone I previously bought art from. Yesterday I was out with my dad I ran into a friend of my mums, and a girl who got a tattoo last time at the pub event. It's all tiny networks. All these people (except my mums friend) I've met in the past year and a half. Just continuously going out. Sometimes trough people, sometimes by doing things on my own, like the art market, or school.
and yes doing this is all still stressful haha, I was diagnosed with social phobia only 3 years back. It's constant exposure therapy. I still go "oh why did I say that" multiple times a day. but yet people do want to hang out with me. Not all as intensely, but enough to have fun and not be lonely every day. Still some days, but always getting better.
this is a very long answer but you know, the autism is in the details, if I'd say "oh you know I just talk to people" that would be no use :)
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"You Better Tell Me" (Uni AU P. 5)
You get invited to the rooftop for a smoke sesh with Shadowheart and Gale
tw - weed (reader does not partake), athletic injuries, hints at grooming
@justporo
Soon after, the group fizzles out, starting with Shadowheart saying she doesn't want to be late to church. You weren't really expecting the whole religious thing with her, but hey, if it floats her boat. Gale says he has to meet with Mystra about his thesis project, and Lae'zel heads back to the room, leaving you free to do whatever you want.
So, you spend the day walking around looking for your classes, getting used to campus, finding the cozy places to study. The library is extravagant, filled with books from the past century, with a full online database. You even stop by the pool, which is full of swim team athletes preparing for the upcoming season.
After walking around all day, you come back to the dorm room, exhausted. Shadowheart however, is leaving.
"Oh, Tav! You should come with me! Gale and I are having our weekly smoke sesh. You don't have to smoke, but we like to chill out and talk about all the shit we've heard recently."
Without even really thinking about it, you put down your bags from the bookstore and follow her out the door.
"I thought we couldn't smoke on campus?"
She smirks, leading you to the staircase.
"Well, that's the nice part of being best friends with one of the RAs, their master keys work on the roof door."
As if on cue, Gale shows up behind the two of you.
"Good evening."
Fumbling with his key ring, he opens the door for the two of you to get onto the roof. It's a little chilly this high up. The lights of the city are apparent over the edge of the roof.
"You got Tav to join us?"
"I guess so. We're just cool Gale, we have to accept it."
The two laugh as Shadowheart takes a small plastic baggie out of her tote bag. Like clockwork, the two get to work rolling.
"You want one?"
You shake your head at him.
"No thanks. Honestly just hear to listen to all the gossip."
"See, I knew I liked you."
Shadowheart smiles, taking out her lighter.
"So, what do you want to know?"
You're all sitting on top of one of those electrical boxes, one that clearly isn't in use anymore. You hesitate, knowing you probably will get weird looks for your question.
"Lae'zel... what happened to her leg?"
Gale sighs, and Shadow goes to pull up a video somewhere in her camera roll. The two don't speak, instead showing you a video of a track meet from the previous year. You watch as Lae steps the wrong way, taking a nasty fall, the video picks up the scream she lets out on the track. Gale is the first to speak up.
"She fucked up her entire leg. Started as a sprained ankle, but she tried to keep going. Ended up tearing up her hamstring, and eventually tore the connection between her leg and her foot. Couldn't walk for months."
"Lae'zel doesn't like to talk about it though. She was supposed to be in the Olympics next year, but no amount of physical therapy has worked. As much as she pisses me off, I feel bad talking about it sometimes. Her whole family is full of famous athletes, and now she can't even play her sport anymore."
You weren't expecting the conversation to get so sad so fast, but it is tragic. The idea that you spend your whole life working towards something, and you can lose it all so fast.
"That fucking sucks."
Almost immediately changing the mood, Shadowheart lets out a gasp.
"Wait. Okay before I show you all this: Gale, Tav and Astarion fucked."
His eyes immediately fill with shock.
"I'm sorry. You, and that man, had sex? When?!"
"Ugh, last night. It was stupid and complicated, and then this morning I screamed at him."
"Yeah, and then he left crying. I don't think I've ever seen him cry."
The guilt bubbles back up again, unsure if you did the right thing. Before you can ask the group why they all hate him so much, Shadowheart shows you a paparazzi picture.
"Apparently this was taken earlier today. Looks like somebody's mad at Daddy, boohoo."
You almost ignore her mocking tone. It's Astarion and Szarr in the photos, having what looks like an intense argument at an outdoor shoot.
"You think he'd figure out how to stop complaining by now."
Gale takes another puff, coughing a little.
"Why are you guys so mean to him?"
Shadow almost doesn't know how to answer you.
"I mean, you've met him. He's just some rich kid piece of shit Tav."
"You should've seen him, at the party."
Gale perks up.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, the whole thing just makes me feel sick. Like something isn't right, but I don't know what. I met one of the other models, Aurelia, and she was being super cryptic and scary."
The two are fully staring at you now.
"And I met Szarr. He's a full-on creep, gave me this weird kiss on the hand. It was gross, but Astarion? He was like tense. I don't know, it just felt wrong."
"Yeah, but Astarion's been modeling for like six years now. I'm sure he knows the industry well enough to avoid people if they're truly bad people."
It's clear Shadow has made up her mind, but you're still not so sure. Before you can say anything else, she's trying to look at Gale's phone.
"Who are you blushing at?! Is there some lover I don't know about?"
He snatches his phone from her.
"Okay, I'll tell you if you stop trying to take my shit. I may or may not be seeing someone, as of today. BUT, she wants to keep it private for now, so no you can know!"
"Come on, please! I'm your best friend."
"As soon as I can, I'll tell you. But for now, please respect her privacy."
Shadow dramatically rolls her eyes, taking another hit.
"Fine, but as soon as I can know, you better tell me!"
The three of you talk about some other random stuff for the next hour or so. Within that hour, the photos of Astarion and Szarr are wiped from the internet, much to Shadowheart's disappointment. You tune out for a lot of the conversation, thinking about just how much shit you've already gotten yourself into. Although, you'll most definitely be back for next week's smoke sesh. Besides, you need all the help you can get with just how wild this place seems to be.
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yippee yippee yippee yippee eimear con haul!!!!
Hi. It was my birthday recently and I'm bad to shop for so instead of gifts I got money to spend at Kaizokucon. So here's a haul. Under the cut bcos I couldnt fit it nicely in one picture and I wanna ramble
ok we're gonna take it one picture at a time ^_^ the ID in the alt text explains what everything is if u just wanna see what i got without the rambling sure to come with it. links in rambling r to the artists of the fan stuff where i can find em ^_^ only one of them is a direct link to the product tho bcos some ppls shops r down and some ppl dont have all their stuff online. lemons_arent_green youre a real one
Ok the flat stuff!!! black rock shooter poster bcos i already have a figure but i liek her... badass anime girl ily.... was so so sure i saw a reigen keychain but when i went to go get one there weren't any so i got this sticker sheet instead :3 SPEAKING OF KEYCHAINS!!! yippee yippee kaguya i love you youre my special little tiempsy. yue you are a gay anime boy with a cool design. tomoyo ive always felt a kinship with you and its because im a desperate dyke. monokuma is here ig 🙄 i put him on my carabiner and hes fun to stim with. i am not immune to the sdr2 fanboying. also full disclosure ive not watched naruto (its in the spreadsheet) i just thought funko pop sasuke keychain was really really funny. my son who stares into my soul. comparatively i dont have as much to say on the badges!! luka luka fever for real girlie ily. the bandori ones were blind bags and i got himari on my first try <3<3<3<3<3<3 sorry eve i kind of dont care. 🙁 the dr girlies i kinda picked at random based on who i've been vibing w lately.
THE POKEMON DIORAMA!!!! its soooo cool, staff were setting up the trade hall so i was in there all day friday and this shop was one of the first to set up their stands and i was literally staring at it all day... so fucking awesome. the rings n the necklace r from the same shop look at them... im fucking obsessed w the catgirl necklace. literally look at her. i dont thiiink shes supposed to be a specific character but she might be. oh well. cat girl ily. aaaand the arisa stand is actually a little clip for papers n stuff!! she was also a blind box but specifically for popipa so i was gonna b happy w whoever <3
MIIIIKUUUUUU MY PRINCESS MY EVERYTHING!!!!! she was calling to me she beckoned..... shes actually rlly big irl shes the biggest figure i have, replacing my kokoro one... shes the one where i audibly said 'it was my birthday i can buy things' bcos figures spencey... she wasnt too bad actually i just like bitching. 6 euro axel for scale
BOOKS 💥💥💥 i was reading nana a while back and i dropped it but i gotta pick it up again... rlly pretty and awesome... aaaand the summer hikaru died!!! kay if youre seeing this then know you posting abt it convinced me <3 i originally got it bcos i was on door duty in a quiet area and didnt wanna spend my time draining battery life on my phone but after i bought it i realised that that was literally a terrible idea so <3 we'll get around to them soon
FINALLLYYYYYY TSHIRTS!!! the top yellow one was my staff t-shirt, it has 'staff' on the back i was wearing it all weekend and yippee i love it.... emotional bond.... and if this is a safe space can i just say. if kaito was a woman? would. next up FAYE FUCKIN VALENTINEEEE!!! do u remember that post i made going thru all the sellers that were gonna b at the con that started like 'i hate shounen fans. name a woman'? well this is the seller i was talking about but all was forgiven in the name of FAYE ! GODDAMN ! VALENTINE ! ugh i love you girlie. and the last t-shirt was given out free to staff after the closing ceremony!! it was the tenth anniversary of kaizokucon so we got this awesomes design yay.... wore it to classes today hoping somebody would comment on it and nobody did 😌and in the middle i got CLOW CARRRDS BITCHES!!!!!! i saw them and immediately all thought left my fucking brain. i needed them. so important. the seller also recognised the axel in my fanny pack yippee!!!! a few people recognised him over the weekend actually and i was always like yes!! the him
anyway. yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! con con con con con :)
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brrrrrrr art dump for the tfp self insert oc my childhood self could only dream of 🤯 I drew these back in July but have been thinking about them again recently. This is so embarrassing but I'm so proud of how these character sheets came out, but I can't post them without context so here we goooooo (oc info at the bottom!!!!!!😭)
Embarrassing au & oc info time!!!!!! (tw for vague discussion of non-human self-harm in 10th bullet point):
Okay so basically to preface: in my wip fic (wip is a gross exaggeration), everything remains canonically accurate to TFP except for the fact I use my Magic Fanfic Writer Powers to incorporate ridiculous Cybertronian mysticism canon into it for the sole purpose of furthering my self indulgent plot armor via cyberforming (cyberforming being when organic material becomes that of Cybertronian-make through means of mysticism and/or science)
Marian (unabashed tradgoth self insert) starts off as human. She gets picked up by the Cons while smashed drunk one night bc they think she has info on the Bots (found her bc she was lurking on online forums asking too many questions about big robot aliens bc she once saw them brawling and wanted answers), then she just ends up being kept alive and kept around as a pet/team mascot/ emotional support human, because hey if the Bots have one then maybe humans can be of some use
After a while Marian ends up forming a bond with Starscream (and KO to a lesser extent) after they both end up treating each other with compassion and respect (wow! trauma-bonding!). She kinda definitely falls desperately in love with him (and thinks it's unrequited but jk!). Angst & hurt/comfort abound! Gratuitous usage of mass-displacement device for nsfw purposes! You didn't hear that from me...
She is accidentally killed during the Battle on Cybertron (ca. season 3) by being hit with a stray plasma blast.
Here is where AU material comes in lol!!!!!!!
With the Well of AllSparks alive once again, in an act of desperation SS leaves her body at the edge of the well and actually prays for once in his miserable life. Through a mystical act of pity or mercy or whatever, a fresh spark combines with her own approximation of a soul and cyberforms her corpse and resurrects/ reincarnates her. She's herself, with all her old memories— but also something new, with all-new potential. No one knows wtf is going on lol
She becomes the first mech created on "New" Cybertron. "Cyberform-forged" is the term used for her, making her something of a new race (in the same way the Terrans are a new race), and is more of a mystic anomaly than anything (largely because there is no opportunity to recreate the event).
She's formed with a Vosnian Seeker frame and Cybertronian alt mode. Her frame is weather resistant: built to tolerate and fly through high winds and dangerous weather (Cybertronian and Terran) and relies more on brute force than grace in aviation. This means she is bulky rather than slim and aerodynamic like SS. She's a revival of the (near?) extinct class (if we're going by Prime!canon then Starscream is the only confirmed Vosnian Seeker left). Why Primus decided that cranking out new Vosnians would be a good idea is beyond everyone; everyone is too busy wondering how tf cyberforming works and what the consequences of it are to really question it.
Physically, she's not overtly femme— more androgynous, which is on brand for her Vosnian build. She's top-heavy with large pauldrons, shoulders double the width of her hips. Her new frame reflects her old human body in a very rough, vague way— only enough to be noticeable to those who really knew her before. She applies face paint by hand like her old makeup, and paints one servo red to match how she used to wear her nail polish. She's shorter than SS, around 30-ish feet tall (whereas he pushes 35'). She doesn't have a very good grasp on how her wings emote, therefore anyone who can read Seeker body language can always tell exactly how she's feeling.
She suffers with severe ptsd, depression, and body dysmorphia/ dysphoria as a result of the cyberforming and her human death, and semi-often has moments of panic and distress wherein she self-harms in an attempt to undo what's been done. In a potent mix of lingering human neurodivergency & the jarring biological shift, she often gets overwhelmed by her new body, notably her biomechanical functions: her optics cause a significant amount of stress on a regular basis, to the point where visual "notifications" and all other miscellaneous visual obstructions have to be disabled in order for her to function. This means no scanning data, etc, without purposefully reactivating the internal procedures required for the task. She also has a lot of trouble coping with the lack of sexual dimorphism. Shortly after her "awakening," she brutalized herself due to severe confusion and psychological distress (see the second to last image :( ) and KO had to sedate and mend her.
Every who encounters her and knows her story kinda assumes she just "came back" with a processor malfunction (or if they don't know her story, think she was just traumatized by the war), which isn't totally wrong. Knockout is one of her major supporters thru this and professionally thinks she probably needs a mnemosurgeon to fix her, but can't find any to contact so soon post-war.
She's rather clumsy, and takes a while to acclimate to such a different body (it also doesn't help that Seekers tend to have disproportionally long limbs, as well as cumbersome wings). She smacks things and other mechs with her wings, crushes things in her servos, basically she severely underestimates her own strength and size
One perk to her new body is that she can stream music directly into her processor, which is a function she abuses often to drown everything else out. There are functions she couldn't even dream of before: she can disable pain processors, turn off sight and hearing like throwing a switch, disable various biomechanical functions. She doesn't need to breathe like a human, or expel waste. Energon tastes like battery acid and firecrackers, but hey, she can turn off "taste" processors too.
She's afraid of herself at times, and by extension is afraid of intimacy too. She's afraid she's too different now, in a foreign body she can't seem begin understanding. She feels burdened by expectations; she's not a real Vosnian Seeker, she's not even a real Cybertronian in the way that counts— she is a freakish amalgamation of human memories and a soul stuffed into a shell made new especially for her, despite her having had no say in the matter... Or, at least, that's what she thinks. Those closest to her think she's a miracle and are thrilled to still have her, indefinitely now. Before when she was human, SS had been frustrated and genuinely afraid of feeling anything remotely positive towards her, because of how tragically short human life spans are (and his fears had been proven valid when she was killed). Now he has Marian forever, and while coping with his own problems post-war, he cares for her and teaches her how to be a noble Seeker.
YIPPEEEEEEE
#taught myself to draw mech specifically to draw these#SEE I can be a decent artist when I try 🥺#transformers oc#tfp oc#goldfinch draws#goldfinch writes#(I also forgot to add my @ on the second image hnnnng)
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Homework
Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader
Oneshot / Imagine
Content Warning: Just fluff.
Background: You're sitting in bed, doing your homework on laptop. You're in college taking online classes. When Jolly gets home, he sees you in bed. He then decides to put you on his lap while you're doing your homework.
You're currently attending college, but you're doing your classes mostly online. Jolly had gone out earlier to hang out with friends, which you told him that you were fine with. After you relaxed for a while, you decided to pull out your laptop and get started on some assignments for your classes.
A bit later, you hear a car door shut. You get up for a minute to look out the window, and see that Jolly has returned. You smile to yourself, and sit back on the bed, putting your laptop over your lap.
Jolly opens the front door and closes it, then he walks to your shared bedroom. The door to the bedroom was already open, so as he walks in he clears his throat. You look up, and smile at him.
"Hey, you." You say while stretching your limbs.
"Hey yourself, sweet girl." He smiles at you.
"How'd it go?" You ask.
"Had fun. Missed you though." He says.
"Missed you too. Rather spend time with you instead of doing exhausting schoolwork." You mumble.
"You can do both, you know." He suggests.
You raise an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?" You ask.
"I could just..you know, join you on this bed. Then you could sit on my lap while you're doing your stuff. I could watch something on TV." He says while walking towards the bed.
"I'm not opposed to that." You say. He smiles, and then changes into something lazy before getting on the bed.
He then gestures you to sit on his lap, and as you do so, he moves your laptop to your lap for you.
"Thanks babe." You say.
"Of course." He says, wrapping his arms around you, then kissing your neck. You lean into him before he tells you to continue on with your stuff.
As you continue, he grabs the TV remote and turns something on. You were almost done, so a few hours later you ended up finishing your stuff.
After you turned everything in, you shut down your laptop, and put it aside. Jolly notices, and raises an eyebrow.
"All done?" He asks.
"Mhmm." You reply.
"Good. Now I can actually spend time with you." He mumbles into your neck.
"Agreed. You still wanna watch stuff or what?" You wonder.
"We can. I wanna move though." He says.
"Oh. Like moving to the living room orr...?" You ask.
"No silly, just how we're sitting." He says, laughing. You both move, and now you're cuddling against him, with your head laying on his chest.
He grabs the TV remote again, and turns something else on. You both watch the movie, him tracing shapes on your leg. You look up at him, and kiss his neck before laying back on his chest.
A smile forms on his face. "This is nice." He comments, looks down at you.
You look up at him, and you smile again. "It sure is." You say, cuddling into him.
For the rest of the night, you stay in each other's arms while enjoying the entertainment that is playing on the TV.
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