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The Hunt

All of my writing is completely Gender Neutral Reader. There is no reference to gendered body parts (Imaging a Ken Doll if you will). Due to this I use more vague language, and nothing is as specific or specified. Please be advised this writing style isn't for everyone and it is okay to skip.

Ft ~ Ryomen Sukuna x GN!Reader Kink ~ Primal Play Synopsis ~ Sukuna has a wild side, so when you invite him to indulge in it, he really lets loose Content Warning ~ 18+, Smut, rough sex, monster cocks, biting, claiming, possessive behavior, scratching, outdoors, fingering, Idk Adult Content.

4.6K Words, I don't proof read

Based off this SMAU

Where are you? Why are you not in your room?

You squint at the message on your screen. You weren’t sure you were reading it correctly even. Why was Sukuna looking for you, and in your room no less. It was perplexing but there was an aura about the message you couldn’t quite place. Aggression? No, it was more than that. Desperation? No, it wasn’t that either. It lived somewhere in between the two. Then it hit you. Lust. But why you? Why now? Sukuna had concubines in spades, if all he had was lust. Though the motive still puzzled you, the one thing you could guarantee was that this was some form of lust and need. You weren’t stupid. You always noticed that Sukuna had a fondness for you. Always seeking you out for some reason or another. He'd show up while you were working to have a battle of sass. The way he would somehow always be looming, at least one cheek eye on you. The way you sassed him and always bit back intrigued him. Not once did you bow to him, even when he threatened to take your head. You simply raised your chin to give him a better sight on where to cut. You refused to call him Lord, King or anything but Sukuna. He lived for the fight you brought him. Never submitting to him. Today, all of that would change.

Keeping tabs on me now?

Why are you in my room?

Neither questions really needed to be answered, the second you hit send you took off. Your legs carried you at an almost inhumane pace into the forest behind the estate. Even with a head start Sukuna was faster than you. Stall him. You had to stall him, buy yourself precious seconds. You felt like a mere rabbit, and Sukuna was an apex predator. You didn’t stand much of a chance once he found you so it was simply delaying the inevitable.

It’s not your place to ask questions. I’ll give you one opportunity, come to my chambers and I’ll be gentle

Heat coursed through your body at the message. Your suspicions were confirmed. Sukuna was finally taking what he wanted. All the playful pushing, all that time spent trying to make him break, to make him take you, it was finally here.

And if I don’t?

You sent, legs still moving as fast as you could. Your lungs burned as you sprinted. Jumping and ducking branches. Scrapes and scratches began to cover your skin the further into the dense forest you went.

I’ll hunt you down

You paused to read Sukuna’s text. Was your heart beating so rapidly from running or him? This was something you’ve been wanting for so long. A dream. Yet here you were, in the forest, this message in your hand. Through labored breaths you began to type.

That’s what I figured

I’ve been running since your first message

Dead. You were about to be so dead. Ruined, ravished, ripped apart, but damn it, you couldn’t wait. Even taking this moment to breath and relish in the anticipation was dangerous. You were wasting precious seconds.

What a sly minx

I’m going to destroy you when I catch you

Heat went straight to your core at his words. You were sure he would, in fact you were hoping for it.

That was the plan

Let the hunt begin 💖

You sent off a final text before beginning to run again. It was small, but it was your way of giving Sukuna consent to do as he pleased with you once he found you. No matter how far your head start was though, he was going to find you. Like thunder you heard cracking behind you. That bastard was dismantling the forest, with you in it. Was he trying to kill you? No, he knew you were strong. This was just a part of his game, to see if you were truly worthy. Winds like a cyclone whipped past you, cuts appearing over your body, shredding your clothing at the same time. You never stopped running. Even as the forest fell, even as the thundering cracks grew closer, you kept running. That was until you felt it, a full force dismantle coming your way. Diving for the forest floor, you stared up as trees practically disappeared to dust. He would have shredded you into oblivion if you didn’t dive, but he didn’t, because you’re you.

“Son of a bitch.” You mumbled, breathing heavily.

“You called?” Sukuna's face appeared above you, cocky and devilish smirk. No, not yet. You weren’t ready to be caught yet. You knew you’d pay for it later, but for now, you did the only thing you could think of. Bending almost in half, your legs wrapped around Sukuna’s neck. All four eyes went wide as his neck sat between your thighs. With all the force you could muster, you brought your legs back down, throwing him over you and slamming him into the ground. You didn’t have time to apologize, managing to scramble away in his stunned state. Risking a quick glance back as you ran, you saw him sitting up. He was smiling. Watching you run with a hunger he has never felt before. As much as you both wanted each other, there was one truth you both knew. The thrill of the hunt was just as alluring as the catch.

There was no point in running through a forest that was as flat as a prairie now. You continued sprinting but it was more aimless now. There was no cover or places to hide. You were completely exposed and in the open. You may be strong but in a fight of raw power against Sukuna you’d lose. Your running came to a halt as you stood before a cliff's edge. The ocean beating against the rocky wall.

“Nowhere left to run.” Sukuna’s voice was a low rumble. You knew when you were bested but this wasn't it. Not yet. You weren't done yet.

“Guess so.” You shrug, turning to him, but your smile gave it away. His eyes narrowed as you took a step back, letting yourself fall from the cliff. Only you didn’t, not fully at least. You managed to twist your body mid air and grab on just below the ledge. Holding your breath a shadow eclipsed the sun. Sukuna had dived off the cliff after you. A smile fell on your lips as your eyes met, his face contorting as he realized what just happened. You wasted no time, clamoring back up the cliff and taking off running again. An echoing splash sound coming from behind you. There was nowhere left to run. Your options were going for a swim, back to the estate, or back to the cleared forest. Sukuna and his four arms had an unfair advantage in the water. You weren’t willing to put those at the estate in danger of Sukuna’s warpath. That only left the flattened forest. He was going to catch up. There was nowhere left to run, no more tricks to be had. Even knowing you were done for you kept running. What was the fun in just giving up? The hunt was just as alluring as the catch after all.

It was like there was fire in your lungs as you sprinted. Your heart was pounding in your chest, soon it would all be over. The chase would be done. All this running and fighting would be for not. Still, you’d get your long awaited reward in the end. Then you felt it. Rain. Only there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. A wet hand wrapped around the back of your neck. Tripping over the sudden pressure to your upper body you landed face down into the mossy ground. A wet knee dug into your back, pressing you further down into the forest floor.

“Got you minx.” Sukuna growled into your ear. His soaked body had cool water droplets falling onto your searing hot skin. Sure, you could wiggle, scratch or thrash but you weren’t getting out of this. You knew when you were bested.

“Yeah? So what now?” You asked, doing your best to look back at him. For only a moment his hungry expression faded to something softer.

“That’s up to you.” He almost sighed, all four eyes searching for any form of confirmation to continue. You wondered if he was this soft with everyone, even if he had your face pressed into the dirt.

“You caught me, didn’t you? Take whatever prize you see fitting.” You gave a choked smile.

“Even if that prize is you?” Sukuna leaned down, placing his face on the ground beside you to completely meet your gaze. The soft shade of green from the moss made his eyes seem all the more red. His hair was soaked, dripping and being absorbed into the ground. The weight of his knee and the grip on the back of your neck lessened. In fact he removed both. He swallowed hard as he waited for an answer and you realized what was happening. Sukuna was giving you a chance to escape. It was more than that though. All of this was. This entire thing was more than just hungered lust. Even his question, ‘even if the prize is you?’, it wasn’t about sex. This was more than that.

“You can run if you wish. I won’t chase you anymore.” Sukuna looked away from you, his words sounding broken. You had taken too long to respond, too engrossed in your own thoughts. You reached out, cupping his cheek in your hand. His eyes snapped back to yours. This scenario was ridiculous. Both of you face down in the mossy dirt, the smell of forest and plant decay in the air. The King of Curses face down, ass up just to meet your gaze.

“If I ran, I’d want you to chase me.” You watched as his eyes darted between yours, trying to see if your words were true. “So if you want your prize, you probably shouldn’t let it go.” You leaned in, giving his nose a kiss before jumping back and running again. You turned back to see him smiling like a love struck maniac. He didn’t move, he was just watching you in awe. Even if you wanted to be caught, to be taken, to be used, you weren’t going to make it easy on him. Perhaps that’s why he longed for you so badly. Unlike anyone he had ever known, in his past life and this one. Your soul was special, you were special. You and you alone were worthy to be called his, to be claimed by him.

Your body suddenly halted when you were once again tackled to the ground. You were turned on your back this time though. A hand caged your neck to the ground, it wasn't squeezing or pressing, it was simply there to prevent your head from moving. Another hand pinned your wrists above your head, the other two beside your shoulders, not allowing them to move. Sukuna was straddling you, knees pressed firmly to your hips. You were in a human cage, immobilized and unable to escape.

You both sat frozen, panting and taking in the moment. Sukuna was still wet from his swim, cold drops of water leaving goosebumps on your skin. Sukuna’s breath came out as steam in the cooling air. Sunset. Had you really been running from him for this long? Even in the dimming light you could see the dark hunger in his eyes. Still he was holding back. What was he waiting for? Seconds that felt like minutes past and he hadn’t moved a muscle.

“Take your prize Ryomen.” A guttural growl escaped his lips, his eyes getting impossibly darker.

“Say it again.” His voice was strained, like he was trying to hold back what little sanity he had left. “Say my name again.” His grip around your neck tightened. One word, and it would drive him to the edge. One word to push him to the brink of insanity. You, saying his name. That wasn’t good enough though. You didn’t want him on the edge, you wanted him to snap, to completely lose it.

“Come on. If you want me, then take me and claim me, Ryo.” The nickname rolled off your tongue like a siren song. The second the last syllable fell from your lips you felt a sharp pain on your shoulder. Teeth. Sukuna sunk his teeth into your shoulder, hard enough to puncture the skin. A choked gasp escaped your throat at the sudden sensation. His tongue was flicking around the indents where his teeth sat, lapping up the blood that was coming from you.

“Mine.” Sukuna managed to snarl out as he pulled away, admiring his work. You could feel the warm blood spilling from that spot, a stark contrast to the cold forest floor. He began to move his hand to hover above the area.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” You hissed at him. He was going to heal it, seal off the beautiful mark he had just given you. A smile fell on his lips as his eyes met yours once again.

“This is why you are worthy to be my prize.” Sukuna purred, his grip on your neck tightened, pulling you up to meet his lips. Warm. That was your first thought when your lips connected. Even though he was cold from the water his lips were warm. Tingling like lightning where your lips connected. Soft, warm, welcoming, comforting. The kiss wasn’t needy or rushed, but passionate. His hand moved to cradle the back of your head, freeing your airways and deepening the kiss. A light nibble to your bottom lip, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. He tasted like smoked honey, a slight hint of iron lingering from the blood he licked earlier. Intoxicating. Being this close to him, being this intimate with him, him. He was intoxicating. You felt like you were floating. More. You needed more. Nails dug into the hand that trapped your wrists. Your back arched, pathetic whimpers swallowed by Sukuna. The way you squirmed had him going crazy, no, more than crazy. He was going feral. Your scent, your taste, knowing his mark was on you, it had him losing his sense of reality. His lips moved from yours to leave wet kisses along your jaw. Nipping at the skin as he went. He made his way down your neck, only pausing to leave a soft kiss on the deep mark he had made.

He laid your head back down, moving his hand to your torn shirt. He didn’t hesitate for a moment, ripping the fabric off to leave your torso exposed to him. All four eyes were darting around your body, taking in every detail, committing it to memory. Sharp nails dragged down from the base of your neck to your sternum, a red trail left in their wake. A choked gasp escaped your lips as Sukuna latched onto one of your nipples. His fingers pinched and pulled the other. Whining mewls rolled off your tongue, desperately arching your back. You weren’t sure if you were trying to push into him more or escape his grasp, all you knew was your body was reacting to his every move. His teeth scraped against you, gently tugging and sucking as his tongue flicked. His fingers made sure to give your other nipple equal attention. Pulling, rolling and pinching it, sharp nails digging in. You couldn’t keep focus, eyes rolling back and needy whimpers floating through the air. You were so engrossed by the feeling you hadn’t noticed the hand that was beside your head moved. It was only when you felt cold air on your legs you realized. He had shredded the last remaining bit of clothing you had on.

There you laid, on the forest floor, sticks and rocks poking into you, completely naked. Sukuna had removed his mouth from you, eyes taking in everything you had to offer. He was at a loss for words, an image better than he had dreamed. Every concubine he pretended was you. Every wasted load of cum in his fist to the thought of you. Nothing compared to the actual sight. He couldn’t have dreamed of such perfection. He was going to ruin you.

His hand freed your wrists, moving to cage your neck in place once again. You watched as he moved a hand to his mouth.

“What are you-” You were cut off when he squeezed your neck, literally stopping the words in your throat.

“I don’t need to cut your insides up in an attempt to prepare you.” Sukuna scoffed. Your brows furrowed as you watched him. He was biting the nails short on one hand.

“Just tell me to stop and I will.” Sukuna was dead serious. He always had at least one eye on your face to gauge your reactions.

“Stop treating me like I’m fragile.” You reached over, grabbing the front of his robe to pull his face to yours. “I don’t break so easily.” Sukuna let out a guttural groan.

“Let’s test that then, shall we?” He held his hand with the shortened fingernails to your mouth. You happily let them in, coating the middle and ring finger with spit. Your eyes never left his as you swirled your tongue around and sucked his fingers. Pure lust and need glossed his crimson eyes, watching you with a hunger that only taking you could satisfy. He removed his fingers from your mouth, a thick spit trail following. Sukuna sucked your drool off his fingers, quickly replacing it with his own.

“Sweeter than candy.” He purred, licking his lips. His words had your heart pounding. Sukuna repositioned himself between your legs. Moving the hand that sat around your throat he hooked it under your leg, pressing your knee to your chest. His drool covered fingers circled your entrance. He was barely touching you but you were already shivering and whimpering. Slowly he pushed a finger in. Just a single finger had you stretching, had you feeling beyond full. You gasped, back arching, your eyes rolling back.

“Don’t pass out yet Minx, we’re just getting started.” True to Sukuna’s nature, he was sadistic. A second finger was plunged into you. For a moment you saw white. It was so much, so good.

“You’re right, you don’t break easily. I’d expect nothing less from my Minx.” Sukuna began to pump his fingers in and out of you. “My prize.” His fingers slammed into you harder. “Mine.” His pace picked up. You were seeing white in your vision. Your body tensed, a knot forming in your throat as Sukuna ruined you on his fingers. “Mine, my minx, only mine, all mine.” He growled. He laid his body into you, pushing your leg down further. You let out a pleasure filled wail as Sukuna sunk his teeth into your other shoulder. Fingers laced into his hair, roughly pulling at the roots as you came. His fingers slowed but his bite sunk in more. You could feel his mouth vibrating, as the ringing in your ears faded you heard him chanting ‘mine’. A second, deep puncture mark. Warm blood trickling out. As Sukuna’s teeth sat in your shoulder you looked to the sky. It was dark now. Stars dancing overhead, twinkling down on you both. His. All his. You wondered if these were the same stars Sukuna saw in the Heian Era. Your grip on his hair softened as you came down from your climax. Soothing circles massaged into his scalp instead. His fingers were still lazily thrusting and curling into you.

A pitiful whimper left your lips when he pulled his fingers from you. Empty, you felt so empty. The feeling only grew when he released his bite too. Matching marks on either shoulders. Deep, harsh imprints of his teeth. Watching as Sukuna began to undid his robes, you may have felt empty now, but you’d be full soon. Your jaw dropped with his robe. A god in the flesh, a fallen angel, a dream. Large, toned muscles all over his body, flexing with his every movement. Your eyes traced down his abs until you saw teeth. A large smiling mouth on his abdomen. Following his happy trail down stood two cocks. Both swollen, trying to stand tall but sagging from the sheer weight of them. You were going to die, but damn what a way to go.

Sukuna leaned back over you, two hands by your head, the other two digging into your hips. One of his monstrous tips poked at your entrance, the other dragging along the curve of your ass. Sukuna moved so his forearm sat in front of your mouth.

“Bite. This’ll hurt.” Sukuna instructed you. You simply stared at him like he was crazy. You weren’t about to bite his forearm. When you pushed his arm to the side he looked at you confused.

“You marked me, it’s only fair I do the same.” Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Once he was almost flush to your body, you placed your mouth on his shoulder. Precum leaking from his tip, coating your entrance as he waited.

“Ready?” Sukuna whispered in your ear once he felt your teeth on his skin.

“Mhm.” You mumbled against his flesh. He slowly began to press in. As he entered you, your teeth sunk into him more. The further he pushed, the harder you bit. The stretch from his cock was nearly unbearable, truly a monster of an appendage. You snarled as your teeth dug deeper into him, the iron taste of blood filling your mouth. Sukuna was letting out guttural grunts in your ear as he continued to stretch you. Your nails raked down his back as you tried to contain his cock. You were going to die. This monster of a man was going to be the death of you. Then you felt it, his hips flush to your ass. Did you really take him in his entirety or had you blacked out, died or dreamt this.

“No one has taken me fully before.” Sukuna’s breathy voice pulled you back to the present. He seemed to be just as shocked and dazed as you were. Coming back to reality you removed your teeth from his shoulder. You let your head fall just below his. Sukuna brought a hand to your face and swiped his thumb over your cheek, a cold, wet sensation followed behind it. You didn’t even realize that tears had spilled over.

“My Minx.” Sukuna whispered, licking the tear off his thumb. The pained, stretched feeling slowly faded. You still felt full, absolutely stuffed, but it didn’t hurt as much.

“Ryomen.” Your body trembled around him. He looked at you with a pleased smile.

“My name sounds so good falling from your lips Minx.” Sukuna purred, kissing your tear stained cheeks with glee.

“Still not broken. So why don’t you fuck me until your name is the only word I can scream.” You could feel Sukuna’s cock twitch in you. Such filthy words, such a masochist, his perfect being. Two arms wrapped around the top of your head, the other two death gripping your hips. He would make you regret those words. The second he had you locked in place he began a hellish pace. Fast, skull rattling, hard, rough. He'd pull almost completely out before slamming into you again, his firm grip forcing you in place. Rocks and sticks from the forest floor dug into you as Sukuna pounded you stupid. The way his cock dragged and hammered into your sweet spot with every thrust had you seeing spots. Tongue hanging from your mouth, your braincells being forcefully fucked out of you. You were going dumb, absolutely braided on his brutish cock. Cumming, cumming, cumming, you had to cum. It was so much. Your body began to convulse, your vision going white.

“Say my name.” Sukuna growled into your ringing ears. “Scream my name when you cum.” He demanded. Of course, you obliged.

“Ryomen! Ryo! F-Fuck!” You cried out, tears spilling from your eyes, broken cries and overstimulated whimpers. Your ears rang, a floating feeling of pure bliss. Sukuna then stopped all movement, this was somehow more painful than him stretching you. Words escaped you as you whimpered and whined, back arching, trying to get some form of friction.

“Not done yet.” Sukuna grunted. Even in your dazed state you understood. He stopped so he wouldn’t cum. He didn’t want it to end yet. You couldn’t muster words, but you gently cupped his face and gave him a nod. More. You wanted everything and anything Sukuna had to offer.

“You were made for me, Minx. My precious Minx.” Sukuna cooed. Your brows furrowed when you felt him pull out. So beyond empty. Like your soul was snatched from your body. The look you gave him almost broke his heart. A look of pure betrayal, a look like he abandoned you.

“Don’t you think the other cock deserves a feel?” Sukuna chuckled at your outraged expression. You softened your scowl when you learned of what he was doing. “So needy. Don’t worry, I’ll stuff you full again.” He smirked. The cock that was once in you fell onto your stomach. It was heavy, damp and warm. The one that was rubbing against your ass was now pushing its way inside of your stretched hole. Though the stretch wasn’t as painful this time, it still knocked the breath out of your lungs. Stretched beyond repair, stretched to the shape of him, fitted perfectly to him. His hips, flush with your ass once again. There was no warning this time. The hands that once caged your hips now pressed your knees to your face. Sukuna forced you into the deepest mating press of your life. His hips snapped erratically, there was no rhythm this time, just a carnal need to feel you around him. A need to chase his climax and feel you cum around him. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm. In this position his cock was constantly pressing against and abusing your sweet spot. You weren’t going to last, You couldn’t last. Every thrust hit the oxygen out of your lungs, choked out mewls and moans echoing in the air. He was close. He just needed to feel you pulsate around him with your own climax. He needed to hear you say it. He needed to hear you cry out his name. Your eyes rolled back, overstimulated tears spilling from your eyes, your breath catching in your throat.

“R-Ryo. Ryomen.” You choked out, your body completely constricting around him, attempting to milk him dry. The squeezing sent him over the edge, cum filling you while the cock that was on your stomach came all over your torso and face. You were painted white, inside and out. The moment your climax ended, your body went limp. Drained of everything you possibly had to offer. So, so full. Full of his seed and his softening cock. Sukuna slowly released you from the mating press. Sukuna slowly lifted you to his chest, soft cock keeping warm in your core. You sat on his lap and he held you to him.

“My precious Minx.” He placed a kiss on your temple, soft and lingering. Then his robe wrapped around you. Resting against his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat. You could barely keep your eyes open but you could see it, the soft yellow glow over the horizon. Sunrise. You had been out all night. You were tired. So tired, and Sukuna’s embrace was so comforting. He stood up, keeping you wrapped in his arms and robe.

“Come Minx, I’ll get you cleaned up before we go to my chambers to rest.” His voice was soft and soothing. Another kiss was placed on the crown of your head before he began to walk.

About the Kink: Primal Play is a form of sexual activity in which partners leave behind the more “rational” or “logical” sides of themselves and tap into their animal instincts. This might involve animal role play, grunting, snarling, or other animal-like noises. Not all primal play is non-verbal, but it often is. How to Practice the Kink Safely:

With any kink it's important to have a safe word, action and sound. The action is in case it's not possible to be verbal. The sound is incase it's not possible to make words or move. Pick something easy to remember and wouldn't come up naturally. Eg. Red, 3 fast taps, 3 repeating grunts

Consent is key in this roleplay. Consent can be taken away at any time and its important to check in to make sure both parties are still eager and willing participants. Boundaries should be discussed beforehand. Things like how hard is it okay to bite, is scratching okay, and how rough is it okay to be. Practicing bite strength on sensitive areas like the inner thigh or wrist will give a general idea. Remember to use safe words or actions if things escalate beyond comfort. With things like biting and scratching if the skin is broken medical attention may be needed. Human bites are extremely germ filled and should be cleaned thoroughly. Medical intervention may be needed if the area begins to show sign of infection.

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so-i-grudgingly-joined-this-site · 1 year ago

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obligatory "Back in my day, we shipped characters that never even MET." With no expectation of canon either.

i feel like all fandom spaces would improve dramatically if more people learned how to enjoy non-canon ships which were never written as romantic without acting entitled to official validation or throwing a hissy fit over not getting something that they were never promised

#you know how as kids if you didn't have Ken Barbie would date GI Joe or Luke Skywalker or Aladdin or whatever guy doll you did have?#or maybe she dated another barbie?#that but with fandom. And it was fun! But you didn't and shouldn't expect an official confirmation of it!#and ESPECIALLY stop harassing canon creators over it damn #fandom problems

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queen-simia · 27 days ago

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now that ep 4 is live to the public, I can finally post what I've been sitting (and spinning) on for like a week, wheeee!

Major Monkey Wrench spoilers abound, so putting below a cut if you haven't yet seen the latest episode. And if you haven't seen it (or the rest of the series), you can do so here:

now ON TO THE INFODUMP

Shrike's status

so, since the beginning, I've been putting all my money on Shrike being an artificial being. Not in the sense of robotics/cyborgs and the like, but in the sense of a one-of-a-kind bioengineered creature. Since he was confirmed as an endling (as opposed to just hinted at in past episodes), I'm choosing to take that as a bit of reinforcement; his species is still marked as "unknown" by LAW, and if no one knows what you are and you're the only one they've ever seen, it's safe to assume they assume you're the last of whatever you are.

now, in a leap on my part, I'm further going to postulate that Shrike is actually an engineered squid. As in an honest-to-god Earth cephalopod, albeit in the same sense you can call a human a monkey. I think that maybe our boy Shrike is the end result of years-long genetic modification and breeding programs to create something closer to human shape and intelligence, but with whatever attributes his human creators wanted from squid...

...maybe attributes like producing ink.

"that's stupid, what makes you think that?" Glad you asked, Strawman! Here's what I'm drawing from:

Scratch's nicknames for Shrike

As much as these can be considered throwaways, Zeurel and Ash have been very good about sneaking in foreshadowing in dialogue. I don't fully think Scratch is calling Shrike "squidhead" just to be antagonistic (though in-universe, he certainly is; I doubt the character himself in canon has that kind of insight); I'm choosing to believe it may be a bit of a Chekhov's gun.

Shrike's design inspiration

In Tumblr ask replies, Zeurel's confirmed Shrike's design is based heavily on Humboldt squid, and he finds cephalopods and deep-sea life in general interesting. It's going into meta rather than narrative precedent, but I think for these reasons, having Shrike actually be an ascended squid wouldn't be that far out of the blue.

Shrike's terran connections

It's been established that Earth no longer exists, and what humans remain are persona non grata in LAW space. They're the reason behind the Cataclysm/the creation of Secondary Green, and what artifacts remain are traded on the black market (as implied by Scratch and Jaw Bone dealing in them, neither of whom are exactly upstanding citizens).

Yet somehow, Shrike speaks primarily in a canonically dead Earth language—Latin Spanish—and thinks highly of terrans/terran culture. He apparently is the only being in LAW space who does both. One could argue he picked up Spanish through exposure to contraband as a LAW officer, but even his translated speech is Spanish-accented. That to me is a clue it's his native language, as opposed to one picked up later in life. Maybe he doesn't speak it all that well, but it's what he learned as he grew up.

I believe that Shrike's interest in terran artifacts isn't so much fannish as it is nostalgic, though he doesn't realize it (yet). Remember, we don't know his true age—he's only estimated to be in his mid- to late 20s. He could very well be several decades or even 800+ years old, and for reasons yet unknown he isn't aware of it. Hell, he knows what VHS tapes are and how to watch them, something present-day kids are unfamiliar with right now. Even if he was treated as only a scientific specimen in his youth, something about Earth/its people may have been warm and familiar enough to endear terran mementos to him. But it's now too far gone in the past for him to remember why exactly he loves them so much.

Shrike got no dick

(originally posted to Twitter before the Shittening)

Canonically, the boy is Ken-doll smooth both front and back. Even though he has a gender (Questionably Masc™), he has no sex. Maybe his species could reproduce asexually, but it's pretty unusual for complex bipedal critters to do that. Plus, there's the fact that no peehole and no butthole also mean no bodily waste excretion, which is pretty much a death sentence for most life forms that run on metabolic processes. Therefore, I'm taking all these as artifacts of Shrike's artificial creation (and not just so it's more difficult to make show-accurate porn of him).

The Primaries, LAW, and Secondary Green

So there are three godlike beings that ostensibly also serve as the basis for government, referred to as the Primaries. Only one has been directly referenced as active in LAW government—Primary Red—but given the colors of the three LAW divisions, one can safely assume there must be a Primary Yellow and Primary Blue (whether they also govern, are off doing something else, or are AWOL is a mystery for now). It also just so happens that interstellar travel takes place in subspace pathways in the same colors as the Primaries (with varying speed depending on color), and spacecraft is fueled by "ink" in those corresponding primary colors.

It's also revealed in a news chyron in ep 4 that an intergalactic-capable drive had been in development (and had been stalled by bureaucracy) for at least 20 years, and is now ready to deploy. It's referred to as a Trinity drive, and required Primary Red's approval before it could officially launch. I think it's pretty safe to assume it's a form of propulsion that combines all 3 colors, however the in-universe physics work in that case. At the moment, it's been shown that using the wrong type of ink in a color drive will cause an explosion and a tear in space at best (at worst, we don't know yet), so whatever science went into developing a drive that combines colors must have been fairly dangerous (or potentially threatens to weaken whatever power the Primaries hold over LAW citizens).

Secondary Green

Background details are vital lore sources in Monkey Wrench. If you paid close attention near the beginning of ep 1 (and can easily read backwards text), you already know what's in the box the boys pick up in ep 2: something called "Secondary Green." It was evidently once in Chester's possession, but by the time Kara caught up to him, he'd already sent it on its way to LAW.

The second and third episodes refer to the Cataclysm being caused by terrans. The third episode explains the green corruption's effect on life forms, and LAW subsequently quarantining it to prevent its spread. It also shows Secondary Green corrupting the bit of Them that gets too close into the horrific black-green monster that overtakes the Bucket. The fourth ep has Jaw Bone directly refer to the terrans' "false idol" in reference to the Cataclysm.

While I was typing later paragraphs, I hit upon a possibility I hadn't even considered for what Secondary Green could be. So now, I've got 2 potential reads:

1. Secondary Green was the humans' attempt at recreating the Primaries' power for themselves. Whether this was to undermine LAW or to try to join the galactic stage at the Primaries' level has yet to be seen, but either way, it ended up biting humanity in the ass. Secondary Green and/or a byproduct of it/its creation ended up destroying Earth and a good chunk of its neighboring Milky Way space, and landed whatever humans remain squarely on LAW's shit list.

Now, those of you who remember me from pre-2018 Tumblr also know I'm pretty heavily into Mass Effect. That universe's version of the Milky Way also was governed by an alien-run coalition: the Citadel, which tightly controlled the means to interstellar travel (although the Citadel species did not create these means, they just found and activated them first). Thus, the similarities to the idea of a three-pronged alien government holding the keys to interstellar travel and commerce and forcing you to play nice if you want in have been resonating in the back of my mind whenever I watch Monkey Wrench.

The similarities end in that MW's answer to the Protheans are still very much alive and active, and are directly overseeing galactic travel, commerce, and government. There aren't established mass relays, but every ship contains its own "relay" in the form of ink drives. These can open portals into respective colors of subspace to get from one side of the galaxy to another faster than conventional propulsion (so far, red is the fastest, and blue seems to be the median speed everyday schmoes like our boys can access). And, most importantly, the means of this travel are less an external technological development and more appear to be tied to the nature of the Primaries themselves; these beings are not just obeyed, but worshiped (see Scratch's oaths in ep 3 and the red officer greeting Shrike and Armstrong exchange in ep 4).

However, there are still two very important similarities between these two settings that I think should be kept in mind:

i. Trouble started when humans started sticking their fingers into the galactic government's pie. In Mass Effect, it was shoehorning Shepard into the Spectre program and wriggling humanity's way into the Citadel Council. In Monkey Wrench, it was messing with fundamental forces it didn't yet understand and (maybe) creating human-made Great Value primaries, which resulted in at least one: Secondary Green.

ii. Control over interstellar travel—specifically, access to subspace—is a cornerstone of power. In Mass Effect, you need a specific form of reactor in order to engage the mass relays and "cheat" your way to FTL travel. These relays are heavily guarded and regulated by the Citadel; humanity famously learned this when it activated Relay 314 near Pluto and got a knock-knock from the police in the form of a turian armada. In Monkey Wrench, you need to equip specific color drives and fuel up at ink stations, which presumably are subject to LAW regulation and pricing.

In both settings, Earth appears to have taken a look at the galaxy already being run by someone else and immediately thought, "but how do I get around this?"

Engineering Secondary Green was MW Earth's answer to this question. Unfortunately, it backfired and drove humanity to (functional) extinction and criminal status.

2. Secondary Green is an unintended fusion of Primaries Yellow and Blue. This would explain their current-day absence (provided they don't directly appear in later episodes), and the subsequent fall of LAW enforcement into disorder that Armstrong alludes to in ep 4. Humanity was up to something that attracted the Primaries' attention—perhaps tapping into pocket dimensions, like the one embedded in Shrike's head?—and maybe things went awry. One way or another, Primaries Yellow and Blue's intervention ended in them fusing into a new anti-entity, Secondary Green. Instead of fostering life, their combined and imbalanced power corrupted it.

Left to their own devices (and likely hawkish methods, given Red oversees enforcement), Primary Red sealed off Earth's part of the galaxy and declared humanity LAW's enemy. The quarantine for justifiable safety/life preservation reasons, the outlawing likely to create the narrative that humanity was entirely to blame and not at all any fault of Primary interference (and maybe some vengeance for losing their comrades).

Or maybe, Red is covering their tracks.

LAW and Order

So the League of Aligned Worlds (LAW—yes, it's an acronym) is the current empire ruling civilized space in the Milky Way galaxy, under direct command of the Primaries (or at least Primary Red). There are three established branches: enforcement/military (red, which Shrike was once and has since defected from), science (yellow, which Dr. Agness impersonated), and commerce (blue, as represented by Killix and Sixty-Two, who appear to be led by an as-yet unseen Commander Tezzoree).

Being a centralized civilization, LAW has certain cultural and legal standards it expects its citizens to observe. Commerce and community are enabled by way of implanted universal translators á là Star Trek, but with one specific caveat: swearing is not allowed. It's so not allowed that it's physically punishable through painful translator auditory feedback—interestingly, people in earshot get punished this way as well just for hearing it.

Maybe it's a form of socialization, in that LAW hopes you're nice enough not to want to hurt your fellow citizens by swearing? Or that your fellow citizens, having had pain inflicted on them, will browbeat you into compliance? Either way, it's a window into current LAW space being severely authoritarian in both the moral and legal senses.

This extreme authoritarian approach doesn't prevent corruption, however. Corporate lobbyists exist, as demonstrated by Chester in ep 1, and LAW officials patronizing vice industries like sex work (see the end of ep 3) is not unusual. And current LAW is disorganized to the point of each division being largely ignorant of what's going on in the others: Neither Killix nor Sixty-Two were aware Shrike is a defector, nor do they bat an eye at him admitting as such. Armstrong is able to impersonate a red officer with either stolen or purchased equipment, and even he's astonished that LAW keeps such loose tabs on itself that they still have Shrike registered as an active officer. Dr. Agness is able to get away with impersonating a LAW scientist, and the LAW representatives who collect her don't appear especially ruffled by it.

It's possible that this rigid adherence to authority and subsequent breakdown in the ability to enforce it is due to Primary Red being the only Primary left. The harder you clench your fist, the more sand slips through your fingers, and all that. However it happened, Red is at the moment the only one at the wheel, and they don't seem to be able to keep it together on their own.

aight, so where's this leave us

so for now, I think these are where we may be headed:

a: Shrike was genetically engineered to be in the running as a peer to/defense against the Primaries, but aligned with Earth. He has a means to access a pocket dimension/subspace, could possibly be a source of ink (either as secretion or in the form of his blood), is an exceptional marksman, and possesses anthropomorphic form and (allegedly) intellect. The problem is, he turned out anti-authoritarian, impulsive, and kinda stupid. He was disposed of at some point and now wanders space as the only one of his kind.

b: The same program that produced Shrike also created Secondary Green. Unfortunately, something happened—whether through accident or external manipulation—that turned it into a rampaging force of destruction. We have yet to see whether humans really did just monumentally fuck up, or if LAW is rewriting history.

c: LAW is on its way to collapse through Primary Red's mismanagement. Whether said mismanagement is through the other Primaries going missing on their own, or through a power grab on Red's part is the main mystery.

hooray done for now oh god

#long post #monkey wrench #monkey wrench spoilers #really fuckin' long post

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shadowsndaisies · 4 months ago

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hangman meets 'thena

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synopsis: word is, there's a new pilot on board carrier air wing nine, and she flies for the VFA-14, the Tophatters.

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a/n: the highly requested hangman and athena meet blurb, let me know what else you'd like to see from this universe, especially things that exist outside the storyline. or even if you just want more of certain characters. This serves as a precursory understanding to Jake and Athena, it probably doesn't answer every question about them, but it might help you see their foundation a bit better. but special shoutout to @djs8891 @tgmreader @rory-cakes and @fanreader75 for asking specifically about hangman and athenas dynamic (mentions at the end as well)

You’d heard of him, everyone active had. The only active aviator with a confirmed kill, never mind that your dad had two.

Hangman was exactly what you expected if you were honest.

Phoenix, who had taken an instant liking to you as soon as you’d been reassigned to the Tophatters, had filled you in on all the Lemoore gossip. Phoenix flew with the VFA-41, the Black Aces, also based out of Lemoore, and in fact, on the same carrier as you, Commander, Carrier Air Wing Nine. Her first order of business was getting you caught up on the carrier, that included learning the players, and while she was happy to introduce you to different Naval officers, the only one she warned against was Hangman.

Someone really should have told her that at your core, you were your father’s daughter.

Let it be known, you did not go looking for him. He appeared in all his Ken Doll Aviator glory as you were doing a morning check on your F/A 18E. Apparently he also flew an F/A 18E, ‘Nix on the other hand had an F/A 18F, as she normally flew with a WSO.

He approached, full of cocky attitude, and maybe it was all the years being raised by both Ice and Mav, but when he spoke it was like you could understand him just as fluently as you did with them. You could see where Nat was coming from with “honestly, Athena, Hangman in two words? Texan Douchewad.”

“Well, Howdy, darlin’, scuttlebutt was that there was a new girl on board, glad to meet you, name’s Hangman,” was his introduction.

You couldn’t help the smirk when he said girl, “Isn’t the hallmark of a proper southern boy, that he’s, well, proper?” you shoot back, eye brow quirked. “I’m a woman, not a girl.”

It was fun, watching the way his smirk melted, how his brow furrowed, as he tried to catch up.

“You-”

“Phoenix gave me a run down, but to be honest, I’ve always preferred forming my own perceptions,” you shrug, as you continue your check.

As you brush past him, you aren’t surprised to hear him following after you. “Ah, so my reputation precedes me then?” he muses, and you can see the way he uses his charm and humor to cover, a shield of bravado, too bad he didn’t realize you were raised by bravado.

“Not exactly, though I did see your plaque at Top Gun, to be fair, I saw Phoenix’s too,” you shrug again.

“So you’re the fresh blood, huh?” he prompts, and finally you turn and smile at him.

“I guess fresh blood is better than being called new girl. Name’s Athena, you’d do well to use it,” you tell him, smile in place.

“Athena? As in th4e Greek goddess of war and wisdom?” he asks, brows furrowed down.

“That’s the one,” you nod, moving to check the landing gear.

“Athena as in, the Naval Aviator who climbed through the ranks and had two separate stations before she went to Top Gun?” he follows up and you turn.

You turn to face Hangman, and now your brows are pulled, “How’d you know that?”

“I keep tabs on things that pique my interest,” he shrugs, and your lip curls on the end. “Rumor was you had Admirals arguing over who got you under their command…”

“Nice to meet you Hangman,” you decide finally, climbing back from under the plane, and offering him your hand.

“Pleasure’s mine, Miss Athena,” he smirks back. “It true your old man flew too?” he tacks the question on as he shakes your hand.

You can see it in his eyes, nepotism, you know it’s where is brain’s gone. It’s like you couldn’t escape it, everyone assumed that’s how you got as far as you have, as quick as you have. They were wrong.

“Yeah, mostly f-14s though, nothing with the juice of my baby,” you straight up lie, so what if your dad was still flying? So what if he was probably flying f/a-18s or something experimental? No one but you needed the specifics, and you’re pretty sure it wouldn’t help you fight against the nepo-baby claims. Too bad no one realized how much of a detriment being attached to Maverick actually was. It made most of the higher ups uneasy about taking you on, unsure if you’d inherited your father’s need for speed and reckless streak, you had, but you were just better than him at keeping it in check, if Ice taught you anything, it was that — “ice cold, kiddo, no mistakes.”

“Must’ve been nice, having a leg up like that,” he’s still smiling as he talks down at you.

You match his smile and catch the flicker of confusion in his eyes as you walk up closer to him. “It was, see, it prepared me for a lifetime of dealing with cocky naval aviators and their inflated sense of bubble wrap bravado.”

“That all?” he presses, staring down at you, the two of you now face to face, staring hard at each other, but you caught the little twitch of his eye at your term.

“No,” you smirk before turning and walking away, “but I’ve got a hop to prep for, see you around Hangman.”

…

He finds you in the Mess later that day. You’d just returned from morning drills with your squad, and was eating with Phoenix.

“Ladies,” he greets, setting his own tray down in the seat opposite you.

“And I’ve officially lost my appetite,” Phoenix decided, standing up. “Athena, I’ll catch you later, I’d say it’s nice to see you, Bagman, but we know better,” she states, grabbing her tray, patting your shoulder and walking away.

“You sure know how to clear a room, Hangman,” you note, eyes flicking to Phoenix over Hangman’s shoulder, Nat was clearing her tray and pauses to look back and roll her eyes dramatically as she looks at Hangman’s back.

Your lip twitches and you lift your glass of water to cover up the smile threatening to split your lips.

“Bubble wrap bravado,” Hangman repeats back to you, echoing your statement from yesterday.

“What about it?” you challenge.

“Explain it to me,” it’s not a question, not in how it’s phrased, but you understand that he is asking.

“Protective to an extent, easier to pop than you think, so long as you apply the pressure properly. Problem is, everyone knows when it does, it’s usually a bit loud,” you explain, and he seems so incredibly focused on you.

You didn’t mind the hyper-focus though, you’d coined the term a long time ago. It had originally been for a different boy, one with a temper, but who you’d watched grow up. Ice had thought it an apt descriptor, he’d even taken it to describe a few officer’s he’d interacted with over the years.

“Hmm,” he hums, eyes glued to yours.

“You disagree?” you ask.

“No. I think you hit it on the head,” he admits and your lips curl up just the slightest bit, at least he seemed honest… cock sure and stubborn too, but honest.

“A naval aviator for a father was a lot of things, Hangman,” you admit, hesitating for a moment, deciding how much you wanted to say. “It was limited time, and firm goodbyes. It was getting behind a yoke for the first time when I was 12. It was learning ranks at the same time I was learning how to do multiplication,” you say, and you study how his expression changed which each revelation. “Having a Naval Aviator for a father might have given me a home field advantage, but that’s all it did. The rest, the wings, the assignments, I earned those,” you tell him seriously.

“Sure you did,” he nods along condescendingly, but his eyes betray his curiosity, and for now, that was enough for you.

You smile again at him, though this time it is a bit sour. “You don’t believe me, that’s fine, fair even, to be skeptical. But you should know, you’re gonna eat crow when you realize how wrong you were,” you tell him seriously, before standing up with your plate and glass, and walking away.

…

You get your chance to prove him wrong just a few days later when the Tophatters get assigned to a drill with both of the other squadrons on board the carrier, the Black Aces, and the Vigilantes. Meaning both Nat and Jake are in the air with you.

After is the first time Jake looks at you with something other than cocky contempt. As if seeing you fly up close resolved some of his concerns, but there’s still something there. He was waiting for the other shoe, too bad no one told him that you’d had both feet firmly on the ground since you signed your life to the Unites States Naval Services.

You get paired with him about a month and a half later for a cover assignment for an emergency evac of a SEAL team.

Normally assignments were set within squads, but it was an emergency evac and the carrier was docked. You and Jake had been the closest to the carrier at the time who were qualified, and so you were the two who were sent off. You flew south into South America, and while a lot of the details were later labeled as redacted, Jake never questioned your ability after. Nor should he. You saved his life.

He did however decide that meant you were friends, much to the immense annoyance of one Natasha Trace.

Considering the entire mission had been classified and redacted, you weren’t able to explain a lot of it to her, but when Jake started choosing his words a little more carefully she did her best not to start anything either. When he started sitting with you in the mess, she eyed him carefully. And when he started following you around in any downtime that lined up, she kept her mouth shut.

She found a new case study in the two of you, the outward and obvious differences between Hangman with Athena, and Hangman without. Her eyes jumping from how easily you let your guard down with him, and how utterly soft Hangman could be when he thought no one was paying attention.

Natasha, to her credit, had tried, desperately tried, to get more information out of you regarding your budding friendship, but all you would ever offer was a simple, “people tend to be more complex than what meets the eye, ‘Nix, I’m proof of that. So is he, and so are you.”

She decided then and there, you had way too much tact and patience, and maybe, just maybe, that was what Hangman needed.

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kattahj · 1 year ago

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The funny thing about ranting bigots who claim that the Barbie movie promotes the "trans agenda" is that they're not exactly wrong. Barbie gives off serious trans lesbian vibes. I mean, she does so in a subtextual, "oh no, we mustn't offend the more moderate bigots!" way, but still. Where they're wrong is of course to be angry about it instead of celebrating Barbie coming into herself.

SPOILER

Barbie goes from being the doll Barbie to the human Barbara, and this explicitly involves getting her a new set of genitals. Furthermore, this isn't a choice she makes; it's a confirmation of something she has already become.

She also admits that she doesn't love Ken the way he loves her, and goes with Gloria instead. The bond between Gloria and Barbie is the most important one in the story, transcending even the bond between Gloria and her daughter Sasha. Meanwhile, Gloria's husband is of zero consequence and seems to have been shoehorned in entirely as a beard.

Hence, subtextual trans lesbian!

#barbie #barbie movie #barbie x gloria

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vicsnook · 6 months ago

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Good Luck, Babe! | Jake Seresin x Reader

word count: 6,560

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, 18+, Unprotected PinV

notes: Hey friends! I know I've kind of dropped off the face of the Earth since the new year. I've had massive writer's block due to some personal stuff but I think I am finally out of the funk. Please forgive me for any errors, I wrote this on and off the past few months so I hope it doesn't come off terrible. I plan to make this a 2 possible 3 parter so leave some feedback and let me know if you want more. Hope you like it & please don't forget to like and reblog! 🫶🏼

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I agreed to come on a date to the famous Hard Deck but thankfully I’m not disappointed yet. The jukebox is playing old country songs and some couples are dancing on the makeshift dance floor, "this is definitely my kind of place," I think.

I approach the bar and look for my date Mickey, who waves me over from a corner booth. He kisses my cheek and slides his arm around me as we slide into the cozy booth. “So m’lady what can I get you to drink?” he asks, his eyes scanning my face but before I can answer a blonde man slides into the seat across from us.

Mickey’s face turns red immediately as the blonde grabs his beer and takes a swig. “My apologies, am I interrupting anything, Fanboy?” asks the blonde with a southern drawl, flashing me what I could only describe as a million-dollar smile. “Yes, Hangman, so I'd appreciate it if you could make yourself scarce,” growls Mickey, beginning to stand up and holding his hand out for me to follow.

“And leave this lovely lady alone with you? Not a chance,” responds the blonde, now standing in front of Mickey and in our way. “This lovely lady would also like you to make yourself scarce and stop bothering her date,” I said to the blonde, who just like Mickey turned to me with a look of shock.

Before “Hangman” could respond, I grabbed hold of Mickey’s hand and led us out the side door and down the ramp onto the beach. When we came to a halt, Mickey was still looking at me slack-jawed. “That was awesome! No one’s ever put Hangman in his place,” he raves, as I giggle in amusement. “Yeah, well he sure seemed like he needed it. Anywho, I don’t take it, he's a friend?” I ask. He shook his head and then explained all about how Hangman was just his insufferable coworker who thought that because he had the only confirmed air kill of this generation he was above anyone.

“And that’s the story of Hangman, anyway, fancy getting some ice cream mademoiselle?” asked Mickey while extending his arm for me to hold. “Of course,” I reply and chuckle as we make our way to the ice cream parlor by the boardwalk.

The rest of the afternoon went by without a hitch as I learned more about my date whose call sign was “Fanboy” due to his adorable obsession with Star Trek. That night I didn’t waste any time texting him that I had a great time and looked forward to seeing him again.

Maybe my mom was right when she suggested I needed to get back to the dating scene. As I lay there waiting on sleep to come, an image of Hangman flashes through my head and I can't help the feeling in my stomach. Shaking my head, I bury it deep down with memories from my date with Mickey.

I won't let anything ruin my happiness at this moment. That was until I woke up this morning and saw that my blue text had turned green and was unanswered.

Just my absolute luck to get blocked after what I thought was a good first date.

I went on with the rest of the week trying to feel unbothered about being blocked but it still crept into my mind every once in while. And that’s how I ended up parked in front of the Hard Deck on what seems like a very busy night.

I sigh and put the car in reverse, this is pathetic. But before I go any further, a blonde Ken doll look-alike catches my eye and I realize it’s Hangman walking in, which I hope means Mickey is probably inside.

Putting the car back in park, I take one last look in the rearview mirror and reapply my red lipstick. Time to show that WSO what he missed out on.

I’m immediately surrounded by a sea of aviators in their dress whites when I step inside, and a couple of them shoot me hungry looks. I take a deep breath and plunge through the crowd to make my way toward the back where I think catch sight of Mickey and his friends but I soon collide with a very very hard chest before I can reach him.

“So we meet again, lovely lady?” I hear as I tilt my head up and make eye contact with the owner of the hard chest whose hands are holding my waist steadying me. And wouldn't you know it, it’s none other than Hangman who is once again sporting that blinding smile. Up close I can see how green his eyes are and good lord all I can think is how this man is way too damn perfect.

I clear my throat and back away as his hands fall off my waist but I don’t get very far because his hand firmly grasps mine and I’m spun back into his chest once again. “What the hell are you-” I try to ask but my words die when I see the hungry look in his eye. “Not so chatty now, are you?” He smirks at me and I feel my cheeks burn. “What do you want?” I manage to croak, feeling now even more embarrassed to have come here tonight.

“Well for starters, I want to lead you out the door to my truck, then I want take you somewhere nice to dinner, and what I want most is to have those pretty red lips of yours around my cock by the end of the night, darlin’" He whispers in my ear, his breath on my neck making my head spin.

Usually, I would slap any man who spoke to me that way but my brain was currently short-circuiting tonight so I just nodded and followed him out the door into the parking lot to take part in what will probably be a very big mistake tomorrow.

His hand sits on my lower back as he leads me to his truck that is conveniently parked at the very end of the parking lot and before I can convince myself to back out of this we have reached the passenger door. He opens the door for me and helps me into the seat before rounding the truck and getting in too. His scent fills my nostrils, sage and sandalwood.

“I’m not sure I ever properly introduced myself, my name’s Jake Seresin.” He tells me as he pulls into the highway and I pull myself together long enough to mutter mine back. I take him in as he drives and notice the scar above his eyebrow and how rosy his lips look, and I can’t help but think of how good they would feel on mine.

I doubt any of my friends would be supportive of me throwing caution to the wind but something about Jake makes saying no, impossible. A spark goes through me when his hand comes to rest on my thigh just below the hem of my dress, and I sure hope I haven’t soaked the seat.

We pull up to a restaurant downtown that I only ever heard of because of because of it being expensive but before I can protest he is getting out of the truck and coming to open my door. “Jake, this is too much. I -” his fingers come to rest on my lips effectively shushing my protests. “Baby, I’m going to lavish you tonight and I mean that in more ways than one.”

His eyes are locked into mine as I nod. No man has ever managed to render me speechless, much less make me so agreeable but I guess that changes tonight.

The food and wine are exquisite and the conversation flows smoothly between us and I can’t help but want more of this man. My once disdain for him now vanished.

He tells me of growing up in Texas on his family’s ranch and of his rodeo days that ended too quickly when his father passed. He talks of how he joined the Navy to be able to support his family. I notice his eyes darken as he talks of missing home and how lonely his job can be because he acts like an asshole to keep people away, and I feel myself reaching for his hand to comfort him. He smiles gratefully, then casually turns the conversation back to me.

So I tell him of my sister, Meredith, who died a few years back because of a drunk driver which led me to pursue a career in law seeing as the man who killed her is free and she didn’t get justice. He squeezes my hand in comfort and I tell him that I moved to Miramar to get away from my hometown because everything reminds me of Mer and I wanted a fresh start and how I’ve been here a year now and hardly know anyone because I’ve thrown myself into my work instead of dealing with my grief.

I shudder when I’m done when I realize I’ve bared my soul to someone who I hardly know but I don’t overthink for long because Jake’s hand reaches out and caresses my face. He settles the bill and ignores my pleas to let me pay for at least half and once we’re back in the truck I realize that it’s nearly midnight and he asks for directions back to my place which I give without a second thought.

He follows me in and I curse at myself when I see the mess of paperwork on the living room table. “Sorry, I don’t usually have guests over,” I tell him, and he shrugs it off and helps me straighten the papers up. We settle in the small couch and I can feel the heat radiating off his body and the nerves finally kick in. “Um, can I get you something to drink?” I ask, looking over at the TV that is not even on. “No, thank you, Angel. Look, I know what I said at the bar but we don't have to do anything you don't want to do.” He assures me, my eyes finally making contact with his. But I don’t want him to go and I feel an urgent need to feel his skin against mine so I do the only thing I can think of and kiss him.

He kisses me slowly and carefully like I might pull away and dismiss him any second so I move closer to him and then climb onto his lap. He groans as I straddle him and I take the chance to slip my tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of him. His fingers dip into my waist as I bite his lip and pull back. His eyes are blown with lust and I know then there is no going back.

His mouth kisses along my jaw and down to my neck and I moan loudly as he finds that spot just below my ear that drives me crazy. “Are you sure about this?” He asks, leaving kisses just above the neckline of my dress. “Yes, I need you, Jake, please,” I beg as he slides the straps of my dress down and his mouth trails down kisses, latching onto my perky nippe.

I arch my back and the dress pools at my hips, the cold air on my skin making me shiver for a moment until his warm chest presses against mine and I realize he’s ditched his shirt. I run my hands through his chiseled chest and think to myself that this is the kind of body that Greek statues are made of.

“Where’s your room?” he asks, between kisses and I feel another current surge through me. “At the end of the hall,” I manage to croak and he moves forward so I can wrap my legs around him and then he leads us to my room. The very short hallway feels infinite as he holds me against the wall and his hands run all over my body and I’m now shaking with desire.

“Jake, please,” I beg and I feel him grin against my neck and I blush in the dark as he nibbles on my neck leaving what I know tomorrow will be a very noticeable hickey. He finally takes us into my room and places me on the bed and as he towers over me it sinks in what I’m about to do and a shiver of excitement runs through me.

He pulls down the rest of my dress and I am left in my very small thong, he places his hand over my core and I quiver against it. “Eager aren’t we?” He whispers as he cups the thin fabric of my thong and slowly slides it down, pressing kisses onto my leg as he finally gets it off and stuffs it into his back pocket.

I raise an eyebrow at him in response, but he ignores it as he slides off the bed and pulls me to the edge of the bed where he kneels on the floor. I blush as I feel his warm breath on my thigh as he kisses his way to my core pausing just before reaching it, our eyes lock and I see that he is looking for reassurance. I nod, not trusting my words and within seconds he is eating me out like he is starving and my pussy is a full-course meal.

I moan his name loudly and tug at his hair but he doesn’t slow down and I feel myself getting close when he eases a finger in and he must sense that I’m close to reaching an orgasm because he pulls my thighs even further apart and adds another finger. My moans turn to whimpers as he keeps edging me. I shake against him while he uses his fingers to coax me through my orgasm. “Good girl,” he mumbles as he slowly raises himself and placing a kiss on my lips and I want more.

“Fuck me, Jake,” I whimper as he settles beside me in the bed but I get a response that I was not expecting. “Not yet angel,” he whispers as he caresses my arm that fills with goosebumps as he gets further up and he turns my head to look at him. His green eyes are staring into mine so deeply I think he can read my needy thoughts. I run my hand down his chest and stop at his belt buckle, his eyes following my every move, and I decide to give him what he asked for at the beginning of the night.

Pulling him off the bed with me I take notice of my shaky legs but still, I kneel in front of him and undo his belt. I can feel his eyes on me as I ease his pants down and palm him through his boxers. A groan escapes him as I slide his cock free of the boxers and suck on his swollen tip. “Fuck,” he moans as I take him in my mouth and I feel myself getting wetter as he starts to fuck my face.

But he’s careful yet again so I grab onto his hips and increase the pace, eliciting various groans from him and when I meet his eyes he slowly stills me. “I want to come inside you,” he says, his voice husky with lust. His arms reach to pull me up and I’m back on the bed before I can protest.

“I’m not going to be as slow and careful, honey. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow, so stop me now if that’s not what you want,” he whispers in my ear and I shiver with excitement. I reply by pulling him down to me and kissing him as hard as I possibly can. Without warning he’s stretching me open, and before I can even catch a breath, he’s thrusting hard into me again.

His fingers are digging into my waist as I scream in pleasure, “Taking me so good, baby,” he groans while leaving more hickeys on my neck. He continues to thrust hard and fast and I’m shaking with pleasure.

My moans get louder as his finger finds my clit and I worry the neighbors will call the cops. But he seems unfazed as he continues to fuck me through it. I whimper loudly, my legs sliding off his sides as I reach my orgasm. “I’m almost there, honey,” he whispers in my ear but I barely acknowledge him, still lost in my high.

He fills me with his sweet release as I come down from my own. His green eyes boring into mine as he slowly pulls out and I feel his cum slipping out of me. “Look at you, baby. I made a mess out of you,” he grins, laying at my side and pulling me to him.

I lay my head on his chest as exhaustion takes over and any thought of getting myself sorted out flies out the window. He kisses my hairline and the last thing I hear is him saying “good girl” as sleep envelops me in his arms.

I wake up to my body aching as memories from last night flood back in and I smile, turning over, only to find the bed empty. Only my dress is in the corner of my bedroom floor, no sign of Jake or my thong. I curse to myself as I get up and feel even more sore if that’s even possible. He sure meant that he would fuck me til I couldn't walk.

The apartment is deadly quiet and I head to the bathroom which I find empty as well. Pulling on my robe, I check the living room which to no one’s surprise is also empty, and as I look out the window, I notice Jake’s truck is gone and then it hits me that my car is still parked at the Hard Deck.

Fuck me.

I check around the rest of the apartment and find no note anywhere. Disappointment creeps in as I decide to finally go shower and get him off my skin. When I catch sight of myself in the bathroom mirror, I see the damage he left on my neck and chest is extensive. Angry reddish marks stare back at me and I doubt all the concealer in the world can help cover what he did.

The next few weeks are a blur as I throw myself into my work and vow to never return to the Hard Deck. Long nights working keep me occupied so much so that I don’t realize my period is late for a week, and that’s when it dawns on me that we didnt use protection and of course, I hadn’t been on the pill.

The pharmacy is crowded as I buy a pregnancy test, and I glare at the cashier who very loudly yells “Good luck!” as I walk out. Traffic is awful too on the way home and I feel myself getting more anxious by the second.

I practically run to the bathroom as soon as I’m home and finally pee on the stupid stick. 5 minutes feel like an eternity when your future rests on the other side. The timer goes off and as I flip the test over, I grab hold of the vanity to steady myself as I stare back at the two pink lines that signify my worst fear.

I’m pregnant.

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vivwritesfics · 8 months ago

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Shine A Light Into The Wreckage

Chapter Eight - Save Me

Bob Floyd was many things. He was an instructor at Top Gun, a lover of Tolkien books and a huge fan of coffee. But Bob was also clumsy. That was how he bumped into the table, knocking her drink onto her notebook. He felt bad about it. Bad enough to come back time and time again, in the hopes that she would be there. And, every time, she is. Each time looking a little worse for wear. It doesn't take Bob long to realise he has to save her.

Warnings: Abusive relationship! Abusive hair pulling! Abusive choking! Forceful sex! Domestic abuse! Seriously don't read if you're affect by stuff like this! Talks of stalking (but in a non serious manner), talks of non consensual groping. she gets called a whore, choking, SA, 'missing' birth control, blood

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Worried wasn't the word Bob wanted to use. He didn't know her plans, didn't know what she was going to do. He'd desperately hoped that she'd break up with Ken, that she'd call him to help her move out.

But it had been three days and he hadn't heard anything. He'd called and texted, but nothing, no response. Alarm bells would have been ringing if she hadn't at least been looking at his texts.

God, he hated how much he missed. All it took was seeing her in his house, in that old Star Wars shirt one time, and he was hooked. It was a sight Bob would never get enough of. And, after not hearing from her in a week, he couldn't think of anything worse than never seeing her in his house, in his clothes, again.

A week and a half after he'd dropped her at her apartment, a week and a half since he'd heard her soft, melodic voice calling out his name, Bob was given a distraction. A welcome distraction in the form of Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw.

How long had it been since Bradley visited? Bob wasn't entirely sure, too caught up with other things. But, if Bradley was here, it was because Maverick was also here.

They almost had all of the Squad back together. As much as Bob loved Jake and Natasha, Rooster and Maverick made a welcome change. Having them down at The Hard Deck while Slow Ride by Foghat, of all songs, played brought back too many good memories, Bob could hardly grasp them all.

They didn't even never to ask about her. It might have been one offhand comment about Bob's dating life and there he was, telling everyone about the girl he had fallen in love with. His cheeks were pink the entire time.

It wasn't his place to detail the abuse, so he didn't. But he made it clear that Ken was an asshole, something that Phoenix and Hangman confirmed. Bradley's fighting spirit immediately came out to play. "Why don't we go jump the guy, get Baby Bob's dream girl back?"

But they all knew they couldn't.

Until the next Saturday at The Hard Deck. Bob stared desperately at his phone as he waited for any sign of her. It had been two whole weeks since he'd last heard from her, abd he'd done nothing but mope around. It really was pathetic, wasn't it? But he couldn't help it. His dream girl seemed to be gone.

And then Bob's phone rang. His breath hitched as her name appeared on the screen and he rushed outside to answer it. "Hey Doll," he said, holding the phone up to his ear.

There was a noise, a noise like she wanted to say something, and then nothing.

Muffled voices, that was all Bob could hear. He pressed his phone tighter to his ear like that would make any sort of difference. The voices muffled, but he could just about make out what was being said. "Barbie, there's still blood on the counter!" Roared a male voice. Kens voice.

When she spoke, Bob could hear it a lot clearer. "I'm getting to it, Ken! I swear!" Her voice was hoarse, terror wrapped around her every word.

The reply was muffled. There was so much happening in that apartment, and Bob didn't know what. It was so fuckibg terrifying.

The next sound he heard was a pained whimper. Natasha had come out to check on him, pausing and listening when she saw the look on Bob's face. Her eyes widened a the next noise, like something hitting the floor or the wall.

Fuck, Bob couldn’t listen to this anymore. He said her name gently. "If you can hear me, lock yourself in the bathroom. I'm coming to get you."

There was no reply, the call just ending.

Now, Bob wasn't stupid. He knew there was no way he could get in there and get her out without causing more harm. That was why he went up to Rooster, Hangman, and Phoenix. "I need your help."

That was all it took to get them into Bob's truck. He drove, knuckles white against the steering wheel as he headed to her apartment. The others found out what Bob wanted them to know, what he wanted them to do.

It was a plan of sorts, but the word plan made it sound cartoon-y. Natasha was gonna keep the car running while they somehow got into the apartment. Bob was gonna get her while Jake and Bradley dealt with Ken. They didn't know what dealing with Ken meant, but they were prepared for anything.

When they arrived at the apartment Natasha climbed into the driver's seat and Bob, Jake and Bradley climbed out. Bob led the way. He pushed into the entryway, but then he stopped. Which one was her apartment? Fuck, he should have asked on the phone.

But then he heard shouting, loud and clear from the apartment on the top floor.

Bob took off running, the others behind him. He took the stairs two at a time. At the very top of the stairs, he threw his shoulder against the door.

When they met him at the top of the stairs, Bradley and Jake joined him, forcing the door open. It didn't take long before it gave and they were bursting in.

"What the fuck!" Came the not so familiar voice of Ken. "Get out of my apartment!"

Bob ignored him as he looked around. "Where is she?" He asked in a low voice, one the others hadn't heard from him before.

Ken straightened up. "Oh. It's you."

Before he could say more, Rooster strode forward. In an instant he had Ken up against the wall, holding him by the collar of his shirt. "Where is she?" He roared, spit flying into Ken's face.

Bob left Jake and Bradley deal with Ken as he walked through the apartment. He ignored the broken glass on the kitchen floor and continued on.

The first room he got to was the bedroom. It was a mess, sheets everywhere, broken photo frames and a smashed up phone on the floor. Paper everywhere, filled with writing but ripped up. But no her. Swallowing the lump in hid throat, Bob continued on.

There was just one other room. Bob tried pushing on the door, but it was locked. Knocking, he called her name. "Are you in there?"

Pressing his ear to the door, he heard a muffled sob. "I'm here," he tried, pushing at the door handle again. "I'm gonna get you out of here. Can you let me in?"

He heard the door unlock so he pushed his way in. He was slow, giving her time to move away from the door before he threw it open.

And there she was, knees pulled up against her chest as she sat under the sink. The tears freely fell, but she didn't bother to wipe them. Didn't even bother to look up at Bob.

His breath caught in his throat as he looked down at her. When he held his hand out towards her, she flinched away. His heart snapped in two.

"C'mon," he said softly. She finally looked up at him. "I'm getting you out of here."

As soon as she placed her hand in his, Bob pulled her to her feet. Immediately she was against him, holding onto him, arms thrown around his neck. "I got you," he whispered again and again and again.

He held her against him as he walked her out of the apartment. She had nothing besides herself, but that was more than she ever thought she'd make it out with. Her hand was against his chest, feeling the way his heart was beating in his chest.

It didn't stop the tears as he took her down the stairs. He didn't know what Hangman and Rooster were doing, just hoping they were following. And, on the stairs, she slipped. She would have fallen to her knees and all the way down if it wasn't for Bob holding her. "I got you," he kept saying as he got her to the bottom of the stairs and out to the truck.

Bob was a gentleman. He would have helped her in no matter what. But there was no way she would have been able to do it on her own, not in that moment.

"What now?" Natasha asked as Bradley and Jake climbed in. (Jake climbed into the back with her and Bob, but Bob kept himself between the two of them).

"Drop me back at mine," Bob said quietly. She was holding his shirt so tight, it was almost like she was never gonna let go. "I'll pick up the truck tomorrow.”

The drive back to Bob's was silent. His arm stayed around her, large hand comforting against her back. It was only a short drive, Bob kept a hold of her the entire way.

When they pulled up, Bob helped her out. The others were silent, only exchanging looks with him as he opened the door and helped her in.

He heard the truck pull out of the driveway, but the wasn't what he was concerned about as he sat her down. She furiously wiped at her eyes with bruised hands. Hands that Bob gently took into his own and laid them on his lap.

"What happened?"

She looked so tired, so goddamn tired as she looked up at him. There were bruises all over her skin, lip split open. She looked terrible. But she kept her mouth shut, didn't answer him.

He could have begged, could have demanded that she answer him, but what good would that do? Instead, he stood, walked into the kitchen, and got her something to drink.

When he came back with a steaming hot tea and a glass of water, she was already sleeping, face pressed pressed against the arm of the sofa. Bob lifted her ever so slightly, slipped a cushion beneath her head and threw a blanket over her body.

He left her there, sleeping on the sofa. Now, don't get me wrong, Bob would have carried her to the bed. But he'd never seen her so scared before, didn't want to do anything would would scare her more than she already was.

He kept his door open, though. Any noise that she made had Bob in the doorway, checking on her. But she slept right through, Frodo curled up against her.

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trybeforeyoudeny · 2 years ago

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“C’mon Ed’s, there’s gotta be someone here that catches your eye.”

Nancy had dragged her best friend all the way to Indy with the promise of finding him a suitable match- much to Eddie’s dismay. He didn’t want to find a match. He knows he’s not exactly the type of guy people are interested in, even at the gay bar they’re currently drinking at.

What’s worse is the thought of actually finding someone that he’s interested in here just to go back to Hawkins once the weekend is over and wallow in his own self-pity.

“Nope, no one,” he replies dryly before downing the rest of his beer.

“Hmph,” she lets out an irritated noise before raising her glass to her lips, peaking over the top to scope out the crowd. “What about him?” She juts her chin out.

“Who are you… him? Are you serious?” He scowls when his eyes land on the man she’s looking at. He’s practically a ken doll in real life with slicked-back blonde hair and icy blue eyes that are cutting through him from across the bar.

“What? Not into the pretty boy type?” She raises a brow at him and continues her search.

“Obviously not! What about me says that’s my-”he pauses mid-sentence, jaw slacked as he looks past the ken doll and sees the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on.

“What were you saying about that not being your type?” She smirks.

“What? I- oh, shut up!” He groans, not taking his eyes off the brunette on the dance floor.

“Wait, he looks familiar. Eddie, is that-“

“Steve Harrington?!” His eyes widen and his heart drops.

It’s been nearly a decade since graduation but the constellation of moles on his neck and body- Jesus H. Christ, that crop top is doing things to him- and those honeyed brown eyes are all he needs to confirm it’s him, king Steve. But what the hell is he doing here?

“He’s certainly caught your eye,” Nancy snorts from beside him, nudging him up off his seat.

“What the hell are you doing?” He nearly shrieks as she pushes him in the direction of the dance floor.

“What do you think I’m doing? Go talk to him!”

“I can’t just go talk to Steve Harrington, Nance. He’s probably not even gay! He’s gotta be here with someone else playing as their wingman,” he scours the mess of sweaty bodies, searching for anyone else he may know.

“Ha! See? Buckleys here as well! He must be with her,” he smiles proudly but it drops quickly when he feels himself still being ushered away.

“Just go Ed, you don’t have to shove your tongue down his throat, just make conversation,” she urges him, pleading at him with her eyes to give it a chance. To let someone in.

“Fine, whatever. I won’t say I told you so when I’m back here in two minutes with a bruised eye and an even more bruised ego,” he rolls his eyes and shuffles his way towards the crowd, twisting and turning his way around people until he’s stood right in front of the jock himself.

Eddie had always hated Steve in high school- at least that’s what he told himself to hide the embarrassingly huge crush he had on him growing up.

Towards the end of his final senior year, they ran in very similar circles yet hardly interacted face to face. He hated the way the kids absolutely raved about him and his jealousy got in the way of ever giving him a fair chance even when they ended up at the same events as one another. There had been birthdays, graduations, Joyce and hoppers wedding- and though they’d be in close proximity they hardly acknowledged each other.

Eventually, he had heard that he and Robin moved to Indie and had accepted the fact that they would never get the chance to grow their relationship past anything more than reluctant acquaintances.

Standing in front of him now he’s seeing a much different side of Steve. The Steve he knew was a ladies man- a polo-wearing jock who was the captain of the swim team and floated through school without as much as a turned-up nose in his direction while Eddie was the Satan worshipping freak, a name given to him by his lovely classmates.

The Steve standing in front of him now was a completely different person. He’s wearing denim shorts and a cropped top, remnants of glitter scattered across his cheeks like kisses. Eddie has to stop himself from chuckling at the idea of Robin pinning Steve down to apply it, and… eyeliner?!

Eddie feels like he’s about to pass away on the spot and he forgets how to breathe.

“Hello?”

Oh. Oh shit. Right. He’s supposed to be saying something right now, not gawking at him.

“Um, hi?” It comes out like a question and he wants to slap a hand against his forehead. Why did he let Nancy drag him into this situation?

Before he can come up with anything to say Steve’s leaning in oh so close with a smirk on his face, brushing a loose strand of hair behind Eddie’s ear before whispering into it, “do you come here often? I haven’t seen you here before and I’d definitely remember you.”

Eddie nearly scoffs at that because clearly, Steve isn’t remembering him.

“It’s my first time, big boy,” he responds swiftly, a sideways grin painted on his face.

There’s a flash of something in Steve’s eyes when the nickname leaves his lips and Eddie is beginning to realize that Steve may not be as straight as he previously assumed. And well… he doesn’t know what to do with that information.

“What’s your name, handsome?” Steve purrs while twirling one of Eddie’s loose curls around his finger.

“Eddie,” he deadpans, waiting to see if anything clicks for Steve.

It does.

Steve freezes, dropping Eddie’s curl before taking a step back and looking him up and down.

“Eddie,” Steve echoes, big doe eyes widening at the realization.

Eddie looks different now but he’s still the same Eddie he crushed on in the eighties. His hair is cut slightly shorter now and is pulled up into a wild bun with loose curls flying free around his face. His style has toned down since high school but it’s still so Eddie.

He’s still got his dark ripped jeans but his battle vest is traded in for a black shirt with the sleeves cut off, the arm holes dipping low enough to show off the new tattoos covering his ribs. He wants to reach out and touch them.

“So you do remember me, Harrington!” Eddie teases, setting Steve on fire.

“I-yes, of course I do Eddie. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you at first… I think I’ve had too many of those fruity cocktails,” he admits.

“I suppose I’ll forgive you just this once,” Eddie chides, “if you’ll buy my next drink.”

“That I can do,” Steve smiles and oh… oh god his smile. Was it always this breathtaking?

The pair head back to the bar where they find Robin and Nancy deep in conversation, both of them leaning in close and giggling way too much for this to be a casual chat so they sneak past them and don’t interrupt.

Steve orders them both a colourful drink with a little umbrella sticking out of it, something Eddie would never have ordered for himself but he’s delightfully surprised when he takes a sip of the fruity concoction.

“What brings you to Indy?” Steve questions with a tilt of his head.

“Uhh,” he rubs the back of his head nervously. “Honestly, Nance dragged me out here to try to meet some guys. Hawkins isn’t exactly the best place to meet other gay men, y’know?”

“Oh I definitely know,” Steve nods and Eddie feels a weight lift off his chest at the response. “Part of the reason Rob and I moved out here was to be apart of a better community. Although it was hard to leave the kids, Joyce, hop… you.”

“Me?” Eddie’s eyes widen and he jolts back a bit as if he’s been electrocuted. “We weren’t… I mean, we were never close…”

“Yeah but I still had a big stupid crush on you,” Steve admits out loud, so causally that Eddie thinks he must have misheard him until he looks up and sees the nervous look on Steve's face as he awaits some sort of response.

“I… you had a crush on me?” He points between them for emphasis as he speaks.

“Mhm, a giant one. You were kinda my bi-awakening dude,” Steve laughs nervously, hiding his blush behind his drink.

Eddie short circuits.

He can’t believe what he’s hearing but Steve sounds so genuine he has no choice but to believe every word he says.

Had he been blind? Were there signs of Steve’s feelings that he hadn’t noticed? He thinks back to the late summer barbecues in the Hoppers back yard, how Steve always seemed to sit next to him at the picnic tables even when there were other places to sit. How Steve was always quick to offer up his house for the D&D campaigns when he didn’t have to, how he’d driven him back and forth to work for a week straight in 1987 when his van broke down even though the two of them had never spent time alone before that.

He always assumed the little things steve did was because of the kids, because of Dustin. That he was trying to be kind to Eddie because the party cared about them both and he wanted harmony within the group.

Looking back he feels like an idiot.

“Well, between you and me,” Eddie leans in close and Steve leans into it. “You were my gay awakening back in like, middle school man.”

“Middle school?” Steve pulls away with wide eyes.

“Mhm,” Eddie nods, finishing off the rest of his drink to get some liquid courage before continuing. “Eight grade, swim team,” Eddie whistles, leaning back in his seat. “Let’s just say I had no interest in swimming.”

Steve lets out a bark of laughter, cheeks hurting from smiling so wide.

“So why didn’t you talk to me?”

“Are you kidding? I don’t think eighth-grade Harrington would have taken well to the freak having a crush on him.”

Steve winces and Eddie immediately regrets what he said, albeit it is the truth.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he nods slowly. “I’m sorry. I was an asshole back then.”

“You were a kid,” Eddie shrugs. “Clearly you’ve changed. I should have noticed that you were different all those years ago… before you moved away.” But I didn’t want to, he wants to add but doesn’t dare say it aloud.

“Still-“

“Ah ah! Nope, it’s in the past,” he cuts him off before Steve has the chance to spiral. “But now that we’re here, I’d like to get to know the real you more,” he hope he doesn’t sound too forward or worse, desperate.

“I’d like to get the real you as well,” Steve blushes back and Eddie feels as though he might combust. “Why don’t we get out of here? Go somewhere quieter?”

“I’d love to,” Eddie replies, looking down at his lap to hide the heat raising in his own cheeks.

Steve extends his hand to help Eddie down from the tall stool and they make their way out of the bar, giggling and leaning into each other's space, hopeful and excited.

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accioprocrastination · 1 year ago

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Estranged (Part 1/?)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

A/n: pure fluff - this is a short and sweet one... I think I need to write more parts for this

Summary: Rooster's ex best friend aka. Iceman's daughter comes back to town

You walk into the Hard Deck with Hangman and instantly head to the pool table.

You're making small talk with Bob who fades back into the background when human ken doll returns to your side.

"How was dinner?" Jake asks you about the family dinner you were dreading all week. The reason you text him to meet you here this evening.

"Awful." You respond with a sigh.

"Is your d-" Jake starts but you cut him off.

"I really don't want to talk about it. Please can we talk about anything other than that?" you snap slightly at your wingman.

He nods in understanding that you're here to get your mind off of what's going on at home.

"How was drinks with Bea?" you ask about a woman he picked up when you two went shopping for snacks after work last week.

He grimaces and you giggle in anticipation for whatever insane story he's about to sprout.

You hear the bell of the door opening and break his gaze, instinctively looking at who is walking in.

Every single thought leaves your head as a good looking guy in a Hawaiian shirt meanders over. He looks in your direction and you double take, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

Realisation washes over you as your second glance confirms your worst thoughts, that is Bradley, the person you once considered to be your platonic soulmate.

Bradley got hot.

"Bradshaw as I live and breathe!" Hangman shouts over to him and you double take.

You don't acknowledge him until he follows you to the bar. He stands next to you and moves around until he meets your eye line.

"Were you planning on ignoring me all evening?" Bradley asks sliding closer to you.

You haven't spoken to him since you joined the Navy and moved away. You came back home for top gun, expecting him to be here but he had already enlisted and been deployed without telling you.

There was never a proper goodbye between the two of you, no monumental moment where you consciously decided to stop being friends.

"Hi Bradley." You say giving him a small smile.

"Hi." He responds voice gravely with a mixture of tiredness and alcohol.

It's followed by awkward silence that you're deeply unsure of how to fill.

You once knew everything there was to know about the man before you. Now you feel like strangers.

This is weird.

I'm uncomfortable.

The bar is so busy you know it's going to be a while before either of you are served.

You need to fill this silence; this is horrible.

Fucking say something Y/N, anything.

Your internal thoughts berate you until you open your mouth to talk.

Before you can say anything he speaks up, "12 o'clock is that or is that not the guy that Maddison hooked up with at Jeremy's sweet 16?"

You instantly look over and start laughing as the only person on your nose looks like a wannabe punk rocker - not her type and definitely not someone you went to school with.

"Clearly great taste runs in the family." You wink at him. You instantly regret that response and shake your head grimacing.

He laughs.

"How is your sister? I don't think I've seen her since that party." He theorises.

"She's good. She moved to Texas with her boyfriend from college. I feel like I haven't seen her since that party either." You reply.

"Ah cool, good for her. I never thought she'd leave here, I don't know why." He mutters but you know exactly why he thought that, because you thought that.

"Do you still keep in touch with Jeremy?" You query.

"Not at all! Do you?" he smiles eyebrows raised in intrigue.

"Oh yeah, we talk every day!" you retort sarcastically.

He shoves you playfully, ignoring your cold shoulder as keeps talking.

The silence returns like a wave to shore. You're mentally racking your brain for anything to say.

It'd feel wrong to start small talking with him like you're nothing.

"Do you remember when you shaved my eyebrows off?" He asks out of nowhere.

You giggle at the memory, unable to hold in your laughter.

"What on earth made you think about that?" You question in slight disbelief that he's here laughing with you.

"Don't look but the girl with Phoenix at the moment has totally shaved off her eyebrows to draw them on." He whispers. You instantly turn to look without any subtlety.

"Y/N" Bradley berates you for so brazenly turning.

"You can't say that and expect me not to look!" You try to reason with him.

"This may sound sort of crazy because we haven't seen each other in years but do you want to get out of here? It's really busy in here and I'm kind of hungry. I was thinking we could go to that diner your dad always used to take us to?" He proposes.

You hesitate.

"I know I fucked up. I'm sorry. I should've made more time for our friendship when you moved away. Instead I freaked out and ignored your calls." He says. "I was a shitty friend. If you want to stay here, there's no hard feelings." he adds.

"Thank you for saying sorry. I know that doesn't come easy to Mr Perfect." you tease, booping his nose with your finger. The nickname was bestowed upon him by your kindergarten teacher and you have never stopped ridiculing him for it.

"That should've been my callsign." He smirks jumping out of his seat to lead you to the door.

Part 2

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun rooster #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #tgm #top gun au #top gun maverick #tgm fic #tgm x reader #rooster fanfic #bradley rooster x reader #top gun hangman

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xanderthelostboy · 1 year ago

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Hello! I heard you do requests and I have just the request for you, my friend! *Clears throat* Male Reader x the Rob Zombie version of Michael Myers. I have a HUGE crush on that guy like he is so hot! The prompt can be that they were both childhood friends that had feelings for each other when they were younger and years later when they are grown up, still have feelings for each other. Everything else is up to you. Anyways thank you and have a lovely day! :)

Ooh yay! Thank you for the request, I love the idea, so I’ll try my best to make it what you want! I hope you like it :) and have a lovely day too <3

RZ!Michael Myers x Male!Reader

Summary: After being introduced in the sanitarium where you had basically been raised, your interest grows over the often-masked, nearly silent boy. But, your fascination comes to a close when he escaped (you soon following suit) and you can’t seem to find him. Years pass and, after moving to Haddonfield, things seem to be weird… and why are they talking about Michael?

Wandering around the facility has become a pastime to you. The doctors don’t class you as enough of a risk to be put under constant surveillance so they let you roam free as you please, watching as patients slowly go crazy with their own thoughts. Boredom is rampant though, something you couldn’t help. That is, until he came.

You aren’t shy about death, you couldn’t be in such a situation without having a strong stomach for such an issue. So, when you hear wind of a killer, just a boy around your age, you can’t help but go find out for yourself. After a few minutes of wandering you come to the previously empty cell, now with a boy sat inside. As soon as his shining blue eyes meet yours, you know you’ll be close…

After a good few years, enough for you to be coming into your early and his mid twenties, you notice that your feelings for Michael (you’d found his name out after a lot of pestering that fateful day) had changed. That what being close constantly did, making you fall deeper and deeper into the hole that is affection.

The blonde hair is no longer synonymous with a Ken doll, as the nurses had previously gifted you (they foolishly believed it would keep you as a manly man, giving you Ken instead of Barbie), no. The colour was now only knows as that of Michaels hair, something you grew to appreciate dearly. Hair that he’d let you comb through on your worse days. He was a kind man, in ways that the others can’t see… no, in a way that they won’t see. And his eyes, how you could stare into the pools of blue, with hidden mysteries and intimacy, for as long as he’d let you… that is, until you get the news that you’ve been released.

Your heart sinks at the news, DR. Loomis explaining to you in a gentle tone that you cannot come back or be within driving distance of the sanitarium.

“It would be bad for you… and for Michael.”

You knew it. It was all because of Michael, you’re too close to him. You’ve done this to yourself… so you run.

Heart pounding in your chest, your feet slap against the linoleum flooring as you race to Michaels room, flinging the door open and yourself into his arms. He catches you with ease, pulling you to him. With frantic words, you whisper to him, urgency and worry lacing your voice.

“They’re making me leave. Come find me. Haddonfield. I won’t forget you,”

Feeling him freeze under your grasp, you know the orderlies are behind you, confirming as they wrap their arms around you. “so don’t forget me. Find me Michael… please.”

After a moment of sullen staring, he turns, the lack of reaction only fuelling your growing concern. You call his name again, wishing for him to know that this isn’t your choice. That you’d be with him forever, if it was. No, all you can do is hope that he’ll come to find you, so you truly can be together.

A year passes, then another and you lose hope of ever seeing the man who had your heart ever again. Tears burn at your eyes as you walk in the streets, greeting you as they remain unaware of who you are. Or at least, who you were. Your heart yearns to brush through his hair again, watch as he makes his masks during downtime, even to just stare into his gorgeous souls one last time. Right now, you’d take anything.

“Yeah, the boogeyman is back and someone’s died already…”

A hushed whisper catches your interest, the use of one of Michaels many aliases making you perk up slightly. Across from you, two men talk of a death, close to Haddonfield and your heart can’t help but stutter in hope as your wish for him may finally come true

The house is dark but your eyes have long since adjusted to the shuttered windows and beams of moonlight being cast through them. You know that if he’s back, he would come here, to be with you once more. Heart pounding, much like the day of your release, you can’t help but feel both excited and fearful.

You may have him back…

but will he want you?

A floorboard creaks behind you and, at breakneck speed, you whip around to find a man. At no less than 6’9, he’s imposing and a figure that most would be intimidated by. But you know him, have known him since you were both tongue. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you watch him carefully, noticing all the ways he’s changed.

“Michael… you came.”

A single nod is all it takes for you to become at parallel with those years ago and you fling yourself into his arms. It’s almost as if he’s a boa constrictor, the way he wraps himself around you. It’s comforting, a feeling you had long since forgotten. His head rests on top of yours, arms encircling your body as you cling to him, desperation filtering through into the embrace. After a few minutes, you pull away, looking up at him.

“I missed you… every day for 845 of them. I- I thought you’d forgotten me. Thank you for coming back, thank you.”

His head tilts, watching you in turn before finding yourself back in his arms, completely at ease with yourself. If you could feel him trembling slightly, you’re sure it’s just your imagination.

Though you had to leave Haddonfield (dating it’s known killer isn’t best for publicity), you can’t be happier with your life. You’d found another town, somewhere quiet and stable, somewhere that you can live with Michael in peace…

*slam*

Well, almost peace. The door of the wooden house slams open and shut, Michael soon shuffling into the room and directing his attention to you, bringing you close to him once more. Though many say the killer has no feelings, you can’t help but reject that, he just needs to trust first. And he trusts you. Opening his palm to you, Michael gestures for you to take what he’s holding. A (preferred colour) mens wedding band lays there and your eyes shine as you glance to him.

“Michael… this is gorgeous.”

Your voice is breathless, an deep awe detailing just how flustered but pleased you truly feel. His other hand comes out, showing off a matching black band around his finger.

“Oh. Oh Michael… I do.”

Turning in his arms, you raise the mask for your lips to meet his. He presses into you, albeit lightly, and makes sure to keep you close.

Hell, maybe you’d be forgiven if you went back to Haddonfield after dating it’s killer, but you sure as shit can’t go back now. And who’s to say where the rumours started, it may or may not have been you. After all, who wouldn’t be proud of who you are and what you had accomplished? What is the rumour? Well…

Its the rumour of the Boogeyman’s husband.

#michael myers #rz!michael myers #rz michael myers #halloween #rz halloween #rob zombie #x male reader #x reader #reader #male!reader #male reader #reader insert

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alldollsarevalid · 4 months ago

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Is it pretty much confirmed now that mattel will be re-releasing some of the Ken movie dolls with the Ryan Gosling sculpt?

I've seen this pic floating around the internets but wasn't sure if it was for real this time.

I only bought one of the other movie kens, on sale, to use as a body donor cause I wasn't wild about the face.

#doll collecting #dollblr #barbie movie dolls

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noodle-is-unstable · 3 months ago

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Wax Art

Ft ~ Uraume x GN!Reader

Kink ~ Wax Play

Synopsis ~ Uraume covers you in wax, making such beautiful art. The least you can do is replay them.

Content Warning ~ 18+, Smut, wax play, oral, fingering . Idk Adult Content.

2.2K Words, I don't proof read

“Are you ready?” Uraume asked as you laid down on the massage table. Wiggling slightly, you made yourself comfortable. They placed a towel over your butt, the only covering on your naked body.

“Ready. Do your thing Snowflake.” You cooed, relaxing for what could be hours of laying there.

“Let me know if it’s too hot and I’ll cool it down.” They reassure you. This wasn’t the first time you’ve been in this position but Uraume was always cautious not to hurt you. The smell of sulfur filled the air as Uraume lit a match, preparing the candles. They always lit them all, every colour and shade you could imagine for them to make their art.

“Oil or no oil?” They asked with a soft hum, focused on what they were doing. Oil made it easier to remove the wax but it also made it slip around more. You knew the oil affected their end project too, their carefully curated pours and drips not staying in place.

“No oil.” You remark, the anticipation building. Uraume would always warn you before the first drop but hearing them shuffle around made your heart race. The anticipation for the first searing drop, the light burning sensation and the warmth to come. A cold hand touching your bare back made you jump slightly, delicate, fingers running up your spine.

“Ready?” Uraume’s voice was soft and monotone like normal. Always so level and soothing it brought you a sense of calm.

“Ready.” You confirm, muscles tensing in anticipation. Drip. Warmth and a slight burn was felt on your lower back. Only a small drop, a test for temperature and feel. Cold fingers tracing the skin around the now hardened wax.

“How was that?” They asked almost hypnotically. You could tell they were examining the spot, head tilting from one side to the other as they always did when they were thinking.

“The only thing hotter is you.” You tease. A gentle hand slapped your shoulder and you were sure they were blushing and hiding their face, even if you couldn’t see it.

“Be serious.” Their voice was quiet and shy. They needed you to confirm they were okay to continue.

“It was perfect, also like you.” You cooed. A soft sigh escaped their lips, their shy, smiling lips. Cool fingers peeled off the small wax drop, a pulling sensation left in its spot.

“I’m going to start now then.” They commented before more shuffling was heard. Your only job was to sit still and let them work. They always moved fast once they started, rhythmically pouring and cooling the wax to create their masterpiece.

The first real pour. A long drag up the length of your spine, searing heat, a tingling burn. A cold hand ghosted over the warmth, the hardening wax clinging to your skin. Another long strip poured along the width of your lower back, followed by another and another. A searing mix of long pours and small drips began to systematically cover your back, a cooling hand always following not long after. You tried not to tense your muscles under each unpredictable drop, you didn’t want to crack their art. Drip. Pour. Drop. Streak. Uraume was quiet when they worked, only soft hums and sighs as they thought. Even with the heated pain it was peaceful. A relaxing bonding experience between you and Uraume.

“May I?” Their voice woke you from your peaceful trance.

“Hmm?” You hummed curiously, unsure of what they were asking. Your back was fully, or at least mostly, covered in wax by now.

“May I remove the towel?” Uraume’s voice came out quiet and meek. It was as if they had never seen you naked before, as if you don’t share a bed, as if you wouldn’t give them your mind, body and soul.

“Do anything you want with me.” You chuckle, a smile falling to your lips. Uraume was always sure to get consent and multiple times. You could tell them to use you freely and they would still ask for permission to hold your hand.

The towel was gently removed before more shuffling commenced. Then it hit you. A small drop of wax on your ass. The hot liquid felt even hotter on the thin skin. You sucked in air through your teeth, wincing slightly at the stronger sensation.

“Are you okay?” A concerned face appeared under the table to meet your eyes. You couldn’t help but let out a breathy chuck, they were just adorable.

“I’m fine, I just wasn’t prepared.” You assure them, ease taking over their face. “But it’s nothing a kiss wouldn't fix.” You teased. They rolled their eyes before craning their neck to leave a soft kiss on your lips.

“Am I okay to continue?” Uraume was still cautious after your pained sound.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t. Art me up.” You beamed. Once again they disappeared above the table and began to shuffle around. Your teeth sunk into your lip as more wax began to coat your ass. Uraume’s soothing, cold hand was faster than usual to cool the wax. The feeling was soothing and euphoric. Hot burning, followed by a cool touch and hard gripping wax. It was like being held tightly with this much hardened wax on you, restricting your movement and muscles.

“I’m finished.” Uraume had a hint of joy in their voice. “May I take a picture?” They asked. They always took a picture, in part to show you, in part to remember it, but they always asked first.

“Of course Snowflake.” You chuckled lightly before trying to still your body for them. Movement could be heard as they got different angles, with and without flash, trying to get the perfect picture.

“You can move again.” Uraume spoke. You began to sit up, the wax pulling your skin and cracking lightly. They were smiling at their phone, scrolling through the pictures.

“Lemme see.” You laugh. Uraume scrolled a bit more, finding their favorite photo before showing you. Uraume was skilled to say the least. Their ability to create such intricate art with wax was always baffling to you, but you were just happy to be their canvas. On your back was a sunset, a cherry blossom going up your side and the blossoms dancing across your back. There was something that caught your eye though. On one ass cheek was a handprint, on the other Uraume had signed their name, something they’ve never done before.

“Am I not obsessed with you enough? You have to brand my ass?” You laughed, pulling them into a hug, between your legs where you sat.

“I thought it looked good.” Uraume chucked, nuzzling lightly into your neck.

“It does. Maybe I should get it tattooed.” You sighed. Uraume always brought you a sense of calm and peace, like nothing else existed in the world but you both.

“That sounds impractical.” Uraume’s cheeks heated against your neck. You’d be sure to book the tattoo appointment tomorrow.

“Practical’s never been my thing anyways.” You place a soft kiss on their neck. Followed by another, and another. Your hands moved to hold their face so they would look at you. You simply stared into each other's eyes for a while.

“Absolutely ethereal.” You whispered, making Uraume blush and avert their eyes.

“We should get the wax off of you.” Uraume stated, still unable to look at you.

“Not yet.” You sounded almost breathless, your words caught in your throat with need. The need for your precious little Uraume. Quickly you switched your positions, placing Uraume where you once sat, standing between their legs.

“What are you-” They started before your hands snaking up their legs stopped them.

“I want you to look at your art while I make you cum. If you’re okay with that.” Your hands stopped on their upper thigh, waiting for their confirmation. They covered their lower face with their sleeve, trying to hide their blush as they nodded.

“I’m going to need to hear you say it Snowflake.” Reaching up, you grabbed their hand and removed it from their face. Uraume’s cheeks were dusted a light pink as they avoided eye contact with you.

“Yes, you can do that.” Uraume’s blush deepened with their own words.

“Good.” You kissed their heated cheeks. “Lay down. On your back.” You instructed them, gently laying them down on the table. You could feel your skin being pulled with every movement, a reminder of the beauty on your back. Your eyes met Uraume’s as your fingers paused at their robes. They gave you a light nod, a confirmation to continue. Slowly you undid their robes, allowing them to drape off the table. Such a stunning sight. They were thin, small muscles hugging their body. Their hips and ribs could faintly be seen when they laid down like this. So small but anything but delicate. You left soft, wet kisses up their legs, starting at their ankle you made your way up. The moment you hit their knee they were already squirming, squeezing their legs together. Grabbing them by the back of the knees you swiftly pulled them to the edge of the table, a soft gasp escaping their lips. Uruame tried to hide their face in the crook of their elbow, a shy habit they had. If it made them feel better though, you wouldn’t stop them. You continued kissing from their knee, making your way up. You made note of the goosebumps appearing on their skin. Your lips were searing on their cold skin, as if you were burning your lips into their skin. Your lips paused on their inner thigh. Resting your head on their thigh you looked up to them, once again waiting for their approval to continue.

“Please.” Their usual level tone cracked with want. Your body felt hot any time you got to see this side of Uraume. Shy, soft, needy and a little desperate. A side only you got to experience. Placing their legs over your shoulders you took your place between their legs. Dropping to your knees you came face to face with something only akin to heaven. Your creeping kisses continued from where they left off. Slowly moving until you kissed beside Uraume’s entrance. They swallowed hard and arched their back, already so needy and begging to be touched, so you obliged. Your tongue circled around before plunging inside, Uraume’s breathy gaps were music to your ears. They didn’t just look like heaven, they tasted like it too. Impossibly sweet with notes of fruit and honey. There was something about the way they squeezed down on your tongue that made your core heat up, as if they were pulling you in more. Curling, flattening, and scooping you worked your tongue inside of them, urging an orgasm out of them. You could feel it building, seeing the way their abs tensed and spasmed, the way their thighs attempted to crush your head. They were close. So close. Their whine when you pulled away was intoxicating, almost enough to make you cum untouched.

“Sit up, I want you to look at your art, your claim, what you did to me when you cum.” You instructed through panting breaths. Uruame scrambled to sit up, desperate to feel you again. You moved them so their ass was almost fully off the table, their legs on your shoulders all that was holding them up. They steadied themselves and gave you a nod, confirming they were ready. Maintaining eye contact you placed two fingers in your mouth, coating them in a thick layer of saliva. Pulling the fingers out a trail of saliva followed. They were already prepped with your tongue so you slowly pushed both fingers in, a high pitched moan escaping them. You began to pump your fingers in them, curling them lightly and dragging them to hit their sweet spot. It wasn’t long before they were tensing their muscles and leaving breathy moans to float through the air. The way their face contorted in pleasure, biting their lip to muffle their own cries, it was angelic. You pulled your finger out, holding them to Uraume’s lips, an offer to suck on them rather than bite their lip. They happily obliged, grabbing your wrist to pull your fingers into their mouth. Uraume’s tongue swirled around your fingers, desperate to taste themself and your spit mixed.

“Watch your art.” You groaned, desperate to taste them again. They nodded, an affirmative hum against your fingers. You went back to making out with the paradise that was between their thighs. They were already so close, their legs squeezing your head, muffling their mewls and whines. All it took was one more curl of your tongue before they were cumming on your face. Uraume’s teeth gently bit down on your fingers as they rode out their high, your face a mere tool for them at the moment. Eventually their thighs loosened their crushing grip and your fingers slid from their mouth. Your head fell to their thigh once again, admiring how breathtaking your partner was. You brought your fingers back to your lips and sucked off their remaining drool. Just as sweet as what's between their legs.

“Gunna help me get this wax off?” You sighed, simply enjoying this moment.

“I suppose it’s the least I could do.” A deep crimson blush crept to their face as they smiled. Uraume’s fingers gently ran through your hair, adding to the comfort of this moment.

About the Kink: Wax Play is a form of temperature play. It involves putting melted wax onto bare skin to elicit a slight burning sensation.

How to Practice the Kink Safely:

Type of wax is VERY important. Soy wax is the safest to use with a melting temperature of 46-57°C (116-134°F). If you want a stronger sensation Paraffin Wax is also acceptable with a melting temperature of 47-65°C (116-149°F). NEVER use Beeswax, Microcrystalline wax or Stearin wax, they have a melting point that can cause sever and permanent damage to the skin. The melting point of wax can be lowered by adding mineral oils. Something to cool the wax should be around at all times, like a cool cloth or water. Ice isn't recemented because the sudden and extreme temperature difference can cause shock and damage to the body. To make clean up easier you may want to apply a layer of oil to the skin first. You can also shave to ensure it doesn't get caught in hairs. A test drop should be done on more sensitive areas like the inner wrist to ensure the temperature is okay and wont burn. Keep away from open wounds, or areas like eyes, mouth, ears or genitals.

#jjk #jjk smut #kinktober #jjk uraume #uraume #uraume x reader #uraume smut #gender neutral reader

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