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wrentiptoes · 1 year ago

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I want someone to buy me pull ups at the store, come home and tell me they think I should wear them, just as a trial. After all I almost had that accident while making dinner yesterday, and the day before that peed all down my legs while I was doing dishes.

Tell me it's just for around the house, afterall I've never been *truly* desperate in public. Right? Until a month or so in, my body's gotten so used to just going at the first twinge of my bladder I wet myself in line at the grocery store. They comfort me, let me know it's not my fault, they weren't watching me close enough, I can't be trusted to know when I need to pee, I'm just a little bunny.

Start 'potty training' me at home. Sit me on a potty in front of you every half hour, don't let me up until I pee at least a little bit. Tell me I'm not allowed to go potty by myself, after all the big toilet is only for people and I'm just a little whore bunny. Put me in diapers instead of the pull ups and cut me down from every half hour to once every 4 hours. After all, if I want to wear big boy pants again i need to be able to hold it.

But my little bladder has gotten so used to never being full that I'm leaking before it's even been 1 hour. Tell me that little bunny rabbit pets shouldn't be so expensive, and that if I can't stop wasting diapers you'll get me a litter box to use instead.

Train me to hold, just a little bit. Enough to feel safe taking off the diapers, I can definitely make it to my box to go! After all there's a box in most rooms, or at least some puppy pads.

On my first day out of diapers, make me crawl to follow you, make breakfast, head into your office. Make me kneel at your feet as you sit at your desk to work. Listen to me start to whine and paw at your leg because "I need to tinkle". Tell me I can't go on my own and you're busy. When I start to squirm and grab myself, tell me if I really can't hold it on my own I can use your foot to help, after all bunnies can't use their hands. Help settle me, boycunt pressed against your foot, and feel your sock soak through. At first you can't tell if I'm leaking already or if being made to crawl around and kneel all day has really made me that wet. You can't tell until I start to hump like the pathetic little bunny I am, that only you can make me.

Listen to me whine and whimper as I grind against your foot, trying desperately to get myself off and keep from making a mess. Ignore me as I beg "please sir, i need to go, I'm gonna make a mess". Tell me I know better, that if I wreck your nice floors I'll be licking it up.

Hear the doorbell ring. Look at me, on my knees, sweating, flushed and rutting against your ankle, and tell me to get up. We have visitors after all. Grab the collar around my neck and hook the leash to it, you do so love showing off your dumb little fuck bunny. Lead me to the door, my still on my hands and knees, back arched, boycunt dripping and bladder bulging, and you, fully dressed and one sock soaked through with my slick. There's no litter box or puppy pads in your office, but there is in the entryway and I know if I can angle just right I can plant myself in the straw of the box at the back door.

But we don't go to the back door. We go to the front, to meet your visitors. You haven't told me we're expecting anyone. It doesn't occur to me to be nervous, you've trained me to trust you. Yes it's embarrassing (humilating really) to be naked and so desperate in front of others, but you've made me confident in my use and appeal as a fuck toy. The front door doesn't have a litter box. Puppy pads are easier to explain to strangers. As we round to corner I can see them. Not ideal for how full my bladder is now, but better than wetting your freshly mopped floors.

The glass door of the entry way greets us and behind it 2 of your friends. I know them too, they play at some of the events we go to. The ones I've never been brave enough to volunteer for. They've seen me mostly naked before and definitely seen all the photos of me that you have, but they've not seen this side of me. The desperate, dick drunk, cock dumb bunny in front of them. They've already seen me though and I'm starting to drip more than slick down my thighs, so no time like the present right?

I start to crawl to the clean puppy pads laid down just for me, when my leash goes taught. Tears welling I tug slightly, but it gets me no slack instead only pulling me closer to you. "Come Wren, meet my friends. They came all the way here just to play with you darling boy" and I can't argue with that, not when they've travelled so far.

So thighs pressed tight I toddle my way over to the door and you open it. They step in say hi to you first as both their friend and my owner. Formality dealt with and permission granted they ruffle my hair and tug at my nipples, gently running their hands over me and fawning at you prized show bunny. One dips their hand between my thighs and my legs slam shut. I look up at you, reduced to whines and moans, squirming as I kneel with my knees firmly together and heels pressed against my sopping boycunt. I but my head against you leg and nibble at your pant leg.

"He's soaked, you must have started without us" oh right. One of their hands is still trapped between my legs. I buck against their palm as the fondly my slick folds and little dick. My eyes clench shut as I fight to hold in any drops. They haven't mentioned the puppy pads or that the wetness on my thighs is far to much to just be slick dripping from my cunt. Maybe they haven't noticed?

The man in front of me starts to tease a single thick finger into my boycunt, teasing and caressing me. I fold over at the waist, eyes clenching tight as he gently tugs at my small cock, humming before looking back up at you "I've never seen one so small, aren't bunnies supposed to be a sign of verility?" You laugh as he keeps going, palm now resting against my dick and finger pumping in and out. The leash tugs at my neck but I know if I sit up now it's all over.

I turn my head and squint on eye open. You make eye contact with my and gasp as I loose control for a moment. A short gush of piss flows out of me as I hump against his hand, desperately trying to stem the flow. He draws his hand back, juices coating it as you respond "I thinm you'll notice Wren here is more alligned with the fertility side of things. But if he's disappointed you already I can grab his strap and he can show you just what it means to fuck like a bunny"

I shake as I scooch my way closer to you, every muscle in my body tense to try to keep the flow of piss from soaking the floor and 3 sets of socks. You tap the side of your leg and I rest my head there as your friends rise and continue their conversation. A few moments pass as I heave for breath before I feel a small trickle down my thigh and hump my hips up seeking friction to get myself back in control. You've already said I can't use my hand, but now with your friends here, can I still use your foot? I use my teeth to tug gently at your pant leg and when that recieves nothing more than you hands running through my hair, I tap my head against your thigh. You look at me from the corner of your eye before looking away. "Sir please, I still need-" I don't get very far before you cut me off. "Hush now Wren, people are talking" I whine and push closer to your thigh and you grip the leash tight in your hand, winding it closer and closer to you until I have no slack, chest pressed against your leg and hips pistoning as my knees speard around you ankle.

"Look at him go. Already got him off once and he's still so keyed up he's humping your leg right here where anyone walking by could see." At his words I look out the glass door we 'stand' in front of. He's right, anyone passing by could look in and see me drooling against your pants and stiped naked at the feet of three people. As the rest of his words process I whine "no, no!" At first it's just to mean I hadn't gotten off yet, I always need permission from sir before I can cum and I need you to know I haven't broken that rule. But as I jerk to force the words out, my bladder spasms. A spurt of urine hits the floors, spattering between my spread legs. I try to slam my legs shut again but your leg is firmly between them. My shout cause you to yank the leash, pulling my collar tight against my throat and cutting off my air for a moment.

My eyes roll as I groan and feel heat puddle against my knees, piss flooding out of me and soaking the bottom of your socks before spreading across the hardwood floor. I melt as the tension leaves my body in rivers that trickle into every nook and cranny. As the flow begins to taper off, I roll my head back on my shoulders, hips jumping as I take in 3 pairs of soaked socks. You snap a foot out to hold my hips in place leaving me with the relief of an empty bladder but no friction to relieve the orher itch growing in me.

"If you think you deserve to get off before any of the rest of us after that stunt, you're a dumber bunny than I thought. Clean up your mess and then you can start working for your reward"

#piss desperation #exhibition kink #breeding k1nk #breeding pet #forced wetting #fr33use #free use bunny

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mysterious-gizem · 7 months ago

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𝐎𝐝𝐝 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭

Warning/s: ???

Taglist: @da3dm, @gt-mcyt, @coolest-moon

Chapters: Ch1 | Ch2

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"Puffy get out here!"

Schlatt...

The sheep hybrid tumbled down the stairs as she raced towards her front door, she flung her front door open as she was met with her very serious, and rather furious, older brother. The ram hybrid sighed as he stared her down.

"Hey JJ- what brings you here, shouldn't you be with Dream at the docks?" She chuckled trepidatiously, her brother pursed his lips before he began to speak. "The elders are scolding him...he may have crushed some of the wood we were going to use."

The ram let out an exasperated sigh, "Look Puffy, I love my nephew, but..." His words trailed off as he stared at her sister's wide, soft eyes. "I can't keep defending him...Everyone's getting pretty..." Another sigh escaped his lips, "Well- everyone is getting pretty scared; I've heard that he almost stepped on some old lady!" Schlatt was about to continue but Puffy spoke first.

"What am I supposed to do Schlatt? He can't control what's happening to him- and it wasn't my decision for him to be going around doing chores! He's a kid, he should be out playing in the fields, not working in them..." Puffy was tired, she was tired of seeing her son come home exhausted; not exhausted from playing, but rather tired from working.

It hurt her as she watched her child lay on his bedroom floor, having to get rid of his bed and furniture for the sake that he would still fit in his room. She remembered the nights her son would cry relentlessly, begging to be held; yet all she could do was gently hug his leg as fat tears rolled down his face.

Now her brother—one of the few people who caused this to happen to her son—stood in front of her criticizing his mistakes once more, how dare her brother have the audacity to take away his childhood and still complain!?

Schlatt let out another sigh, it snapped the sheep hybrid out of her daze. Both stood in awkward silence as the ram hybrid stared down at her with gentle eyes, while she was resistant to meet his own. The two were having a silent war; that they barely noticed another presence arrive, until they were startled by a shadow looming over them.

"Uhm- Uncle Schlatt? We're—we're done with the docks and they told me to go on break..." Dream sheepishly announced as he avoided eye contact, Puffy's heart broke, her boy, despite the fact he towered over everyone in the flock; looked so, so small. The ram hybrid's lips pursed as Puffy began to speak. "Hey duckling, you hungry?" The blond gave a shy nod, still unwilling to meet her eyes.

"There's food in the dining room, I made it all for you so don't worry duckling." She reassured, Dream muttered a grateful 'thank you' as he ushered himself inside the house; needing to bend down to walk around the house. The sheep hybrid turned around to face her brother again, "Look Schlatt- if you have nothing else to say I have stuff I need to do..." He sighed and shook his head.

"Goodbye JJ."

•~☆~•

"Dream can you get the tools over there?" A disheveled middle-aged man gently commanded the blond which he complied too, "Yes sir..." The child simply responded as he took a few strides and bent down to pick up a box full of tools.

It was another day for Dream, he was helping rebuild the town fountain at the core of their little village; which got damaged after some rogue hybrid went into their village and started throwing bombs, luckily another group of hunters came and escorted the hybrid away before anyone got hurt—the blond was especially lucky he wasn't there to be spotted by the said hunters—he stood at his full height and stared at his surroundings, taking in how much damage the bombs did.

A few patches of the streets were affected due to the obvious holes in the ground, and he expected to fix them sooner or later, it was sadly turning into his new normal, barely anything about this was normal. Another abrupt command made his head snap back toward the ram hybrid, "Go get the bricks over there, it's like laying on a wooden platform so get it all." Dream nodded and spotted the bricks atop a wooden pallet, he quickly rushed over and picked up the crates with his two hands.

He was slowly walking back to the fountain, being extremely cautious with the bricks; he was halfway there when he heard a loud feminine voice let out a commanding yell, "Jack! Elliott! Come back here!" Suddenly two children came running his way he lost his footing as the two children were seemingly playing tag, he yelped as one of them ran in front of him and he almost stepped on them.

He panicked as he tripped backward dropping the bricks in the process, shrill shrieks were heard coming from all over the place as bricks flew in every direction. Dust encompassed the area, in all of the chaos he prayed no one got hurt; a cough escaped his lips, as the dust settled down, the two other kids; who were probably around his age were huddled up together, covered in dust and debris themselves.

He watched as numerous amounts of rams and sheep hybrids ran to the duo's aid, a familiar stinging sensation made itself known; yet in the midst of all the chaos he couldn't even focus on anything, everything felt hazy as he sat there with his head limp and arms shaking. And the weird feeling spreading all over his body.

He felt something protruding in his gums and as the chaos began to settle down he grew.

He cried alongside the townsfolk as they all scrambled to get away from him, at that moment he silently thanked his mom and Bad that they put a spell on his clothing to adjust to his size, no matter how tall he was. Pain shot throughout his body, he could barely comprehend whatever the people were yelling.

Suddenly he ceased his movements and dropped to the ground.

•~☆~•

"Captain Puffy!"

Puffy was having a light conversation with Bad that day, they were simply talking about events of the week, trying to have a good time; keyword: trying.

"Oh Samuel? Why are you in such a rush." The sheep hybrid asked as Bad stood beside her respectfully waiting for them to finish. The panicked ram hybrid who was apparently named Samuel was catching his breath, Puffy patiently waited for the other to speak.

"Your son-" He heaved and took a big gulp of air, "He grew right before our eyes! And—and he fainted, Mayor Schlatt told me to get you." As he finished his sentence Puffy bolted from her spot not even saying a proper farewell to the demon hybrid. She almost tripped a few times as she took one step after another.

Other members of the herd who were oblivious of the situation happening at the core of the town gave her weird looks; some even attempted to follow her. More and more people began gathering to see what all the commotion was about. Puffy's thoughts were scattered everywhere as she yelled at people to move to the side.

All of a sudden she crashed against another figure which she quickly realized was her brother, "Schlatt let me go! I need to see him!" Tears began to form at the corner of her eyes as Schlatt held her back. "Please JJ..." Her voice began to grow quiet as Schlatt quietly huffed. "Puffy...I don't—I don't think you should see him right now."

The sheep hybrid was now letting on soft sobs whilst weakly grasping her brother's arm, she could only register the fact more people kept rushing behind them; she so desperately wanted to see what they were up to, what were they doing to her baby?

•~☆~•

Puffy sat at the foot of her bed, she sobbed so much she started to choke; she began to cough and gag as fat tears kept rolling down her face, earlier that day she waved her son goodbye as he left with a bright smile on his face. Now the day turned gloomy and dreadful.

"M-Mom?"

Her son's broken worried voice forced her to lift her head, for a moment she was scared startled to see a luminous emerald green eye stare at her through her window, she quickly pushed down her fear sorrow and walked over to the window, Dream backed up so she could see his face more clearly as she pushed the window open. It was obvious the poor boy had been crying; his eye's were puffy and red, and he was seemingly trembling.

"Oh baby- what's wrong?" She tried reaching out her hand to touch his face, however he stayed put; unmoving and silent. Puffy had no idea what to do at this moment, she could barely see his face as the sun took cover behind the horizons. The last remaining streaks of light highlighting the saddened features of the blond's face.

His mouth opened hesitantly as he stumbled over his words, "Are you okay mama? I-I'm sorry..." Puffy quickly gestured for him to come closer, "You did nothing wrong duckling, it's okay." Tears came back at full force as the now giant leaned against their house, the sheep hybrid could only reach the strands of his hair as she softly touched it—the blond probably didn't even feel it.

Puffy watched as stars began to twinkle in the sky, both simply fell into the haze of comfort and calm as they simply basked in the feeling of each other's comfort; the sheep hybrid gently felt the blond's soft breaths. She quietly went back to her bed and let the child sleep in peace.

With that thought she laid down and slowly drifted off to sleep aswell.

•~☆~•

"Woah dude! I'm sorry- but you look so cool right now!" Sapnap was gawking at the blond boy's new height, they finally got another chance to hang out and they were more than grateful. Dream sheepishly grinned at Sapnap's antics, he felt elated that the other treated him no differently than he did before, no matter what happened.

"I'm guessing you'll only wear one pair of clothes for now?" The blond nodded along as he tapped his fingers against the grass below him, "Y-Yea Mom said until she and your dad figure something out this is my clothes for now." The hybrid simply shrugged and an idea quickly popped up in his head.

"How about hide and seek?" He grinned widely, "We can even go in the forest so it's fair!" The taller hastily nodded and mustered up the courage to stand at his full height; vertigo smacked him as he stared at the difference of the size of his house to himself. Sapnap quickly snapped him out of his thought with the prompt of a race. The blond happily obliged and carefully sprinted towards the ravenette; albeit the blond being as careful as possible Sapnap could still feel the ground softly shake yet he shook his head and thought nothing of it.

As the two now stood in the midst of the forest, Dream was more fixated on the few small scrapes around his legs caused by the branches, it just gave him another reminder on how tall he was at the moment. Sapnap was the first to break the oddly awkward tension, "How about you hide and I seek?", He chuckled at his suggestion yet meekly nodded along.

In the blink of an eye Sapnap was now propped against a tree with his arm covering his two eyes and began to count down, for a moment the green eyed giant stood completely and utterly still, why? He couldn't exactly say, maybe it was the fact he couldn't exactly think of a place to hide or was it the strange noises her could hear, it heard like other people chatting?

Oh he was definitely losing it now.

He suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing and sprinted deeper into the forest to the direction of the mountains, he knew he should watch on how far he was going but surely the small caves and taverns he would spot on the way would be a better hiding spot.

The blond quickly halted as he spotted an opening to a cave on the forest floor, somehow he could hear Sapnap's counts getting closer to zero and he bolted inside the cage; he crawled his way in and situated himself—the cramped space gave him a familiar feeling, instead of uncomfort and uneasiness he felt...safe and warm(he couldn't exactly pinpoint why, his thoughts were pretty jumbled up right now)

Dream felt tranquil, his eyes slid shut and purely embraced the feeling. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, his body fell slack as he leaned in closer to the cavern walls.

It was like he felt truly at peace.

An ear-splitting cry broke his valuable silence, in his groggy state of mind he could barely comprehend where the scream came from; until another wail erupted once more. His eyes shot open and his body jumped at the sound as everything became slightly clearer.

Sapnap?

A rush of memories and emotions overwhelmed him, he was torn between remembering the moment a similar instance happened or rush to see the ravenette; it was like his body was on auto-pilot, none of the movements were his, like a foggy cloud sheilding away his sight.

As his hulking figure reached the sound of Sapnap's screams, he watched as a group of hunters were trying to chain the nether-born as he emerged from the forest all the hunters heads snapped towards him, seemingly just spotting their new prey.

"Stop it you shits those are my horns!"

As if history was repeating itself, his movements were dazed, downright feral.

That day blood coated the forest floors and a giant left the forest with a slightly traumatized hybrid.

•~☆~•

"Dream, you okay?" Sapnap asked as he stood before the giant in the drizzling rain, the blond slowly lifted his head, tears mixed with the rain, the only reason the nether-born was sure the giant was crying was the constant hiccups and sobs he would stutter out as he tried to suppress them. Even with the thunderous claps and heavy winds accompanied with the earth's very tears; it felt so, so silent. Sapnap began walking closer, he was greatly startled when the other scrambled away.

"No—no I don't wanna 'urt you..." The giant was shaking his head side to side while mumbling incoherent sentences with pain and panic laced with every word, his lips trembled as he spoke, "Uncle Schlatt a-and the elders said I should stay away from the flock for a while till—till they solve stuff." Without any thought Sapnap walked closer and held his hand out to touch the other.

"Good thing I'm not part of the flock then." He grinned with pride, Dream thought for a moment. He's right, Bad and Sapnap were never welcomed to the flock nor did they try and be part of it; or atleast that's what he thinks.

Even if his body wasn't as tense as before Sapnap sighed and sat beside blond. "For what it's worth I'll always be by your side bud."

"Pandas..."

The ravenette took a moment to cringe at his own words but kept his attention on the other, "Maybe it's best if I leave you know?" He muttered, "Ever since- well this happened to me, everything just...sucks." the nether-born was slightly taken a back with the sudden mature aura the giant gave, maybe he was spending to much time with the elders...

Sapnap was expecting this, he knew Dream was never truly at peace with the town, he thought long and hard before speaking again.

"Well if you do, I'll—I'll join you."

Was he serious? A soft grin made it's way on the taller's face.

"Thanks Sap."

#g/t #giant/tiny #gt #mcyt gt #giant!dream #tiny!sapnap #tiny!puffy #tiny!schlatt #tiny!bad #minigiant!dream #mcyt g/t #writing #I spent sm time on this ngl #i hope yall like it #ty to blue btw for proofreading

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fetishfairytales2 · 9 months ago

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Mall Madness, Pt. 2 (Story)

Mall Madness, Pt. 2: Fun in the Food Court

(Princess Heather: I’ll be telling the rest of this story. Connor is over tonight and Brandi’s hands…and mouth, are full with “Daddy Time.” 😈)

Ashleigh and I had a blast playing dress-up for Brandi, trying on outfit after outfit and teasing her relentlessly. We even made out a few times just to spice things up! The poor little sissy just couldn't handle it. I rolled my eyes dramatically, ignoring his suffering. "Ugh sissy, you're just not making this fun for us. None of these outfits are cute enough, clearly!" And seriously, by this point, he was a total mess, begging for mercy and leaking precum everywhere. Ashleigh and I just laughed. “I guess we’ll just have to try again at Adult World tomorrow. I know how much you love all their sexy leather outfits Brandi,” I winked.

Ashleigh laughed; “aww, it looks like Brandi is a little fussy. Do you think he needs a diapee change?” I looked down at my watch as we walked out of the fitting room; “Let's see, what time is it?” Before I could let Ashleigh in on the next part of our day, I realized we were being watched again by our new friend. “Oh, hi Kylie!” I waved, it was cute how almost nervous she looked. “Oh, were you waiting for us?” She kind of stared at her feet; “I was about to take my lunch break and…” I smiled at Ashleigh, I knew this girl would be fun! “Perfect timing, we were just about to go feed Brandi in the food court. You should totally join us!”

“Does he like, enjoy this?” Kylie finally, walking all the way to the food court with us totally silent. “Oh girl,” I laughed as I reached into the diaper bag; “you have so much to learn!” I pulled out the cute pink baby bowl and spoon I brought for Brandi. It had little cartoon characters on it too! “Who cares what this sissy wants? She's constantly gagged, she can't even speak up for herself.” I held up the bowl; “I mean look at this; she probably hates every minute of being fed in public, but it won’t stop me from doing it! When she's not gagged, she's begging for mercy or for me to let her cum. But I don't care, I own her and she's going to act like she loves it.

"Come on, Brandi," I said with a smug grin as I snatched the pacifier out of her mouth. "Don't be afraid to tell Ms. Kylie how much you enjoy being a sissy. We all know it's true." It was always the highlight of my day, seeing Brandi's resistance crushed. "I wuv being a sissy baby for Mommy," she tried to say with the lisp she's required to speak with.

"Such a good little girl," I praised, rummaging through the diaper bag again. "Looks like it's time for some num-nums for our sissy. Is her tummy grumbling?" Brandi’s eyes got so wide when she realized what was happening. “No! Please no!” She shrieked, drawing almost the whole room’s attention. “Not here! Please Heather!”

I hit Brandi so hard that she started crying and made even more of a scene. "Please!" She begged, trying to escape from our scheduled "lunch." This was shaping up to be even more fun than I anticipated. "Brandi, you know the rules. You only refer to me as Mommy," I reminded her, slapping her once more. "And how dare you embarrass me in public like this? Now all these nice people are staring at us. Do you know how embarrassed I am to have a disobedient sissy like you?" I scolded. "Well, you know what they say, sissy. If you humiliate me, I'll humiliate you even worse..."

I huffed, in mock anger; "alright, sissy-kins, listen up. You're already stuck in your stroller," I seethed sitting back down, "so you better start eating your lunch like a good little girl. And I already have a punishment in mind for your little temper tantrum, so don't even think about making it worse." Kylie, bless her heart, was nervous again. She asked what he was having for lunch, and Ashleigh and I just laughed. "You'll see," Ash said gently, "don't worry, it's lots of fun for Brandi,” I laughed as I finally reveal three used condoms.

Kylie erupted in laughter as she finally caught on. "There's no way!" She cackled, her eyes glued to the sight of me squeezing the first condom into the bowl. "Just you wait..." Ashleigh chimed in, joining in on the laughter. "He's not going to..." I nodded, completing the task of emptying the condom's contents. "Yep, all of it. These are my boyfriend's condoms!" Kylie could not contain herself, continuing to laugh as she watched me scoop up the cum with a spoon.

"What a pathetic loser!" She squealed, completely entertained by the humiliating act. "Open up, sissy.” I cooed, “here comes the airplane!"

"He really lets you do this?!” Kylie asked in amazement and disgust. “I keep telling you girl, I do whatever I want!” I said with a sly smile as I watched Brandi reluctantly swallow the spoonful of cum. "I don't care how Brandi feels about anything." I grabbed another spoonful and held it up to her lips. "Open up, princess." Brandi pouted and shook her head, but I pinched her nose shut until she had no choice but to open her mouth.

"There we go, good girl," I cooed as she finally swallowed. "Isn’t that yummy?" I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Looks like we'll just have to take it slow and make sure her tummy doesn't get upset."

Just to torment Brandi more, I made sure to give her smaller spoonfuls, just to prolong the humiliation. "Do you want to feed her?" I asked Kylie with a cheeky grin, offering her the bowl and spoon. "Oh, um..." she stammered, clearly unsure. "Just be your badass self, babe. Boys respect girls who know how to ruin their lives," I said with a wink as I slid the bowl towards her. "Yeah," Ashleigh chimed in. "Just tell her 'open wide! Here comes Daddy!'"

“Eww!” Kylie giggled as she watched Brandi eat more cum. “She probably swallows more than I do!” We were all having a good time, laughing and taunting the sissy as we watched her obediently eat all three condoms worth of cum like a good little slut. “Too bad sissy,” I winked; “I’m sure you’re still hungry! Maybe after we clean you up and punish you, we’ll find someone who can refill your bowl!” Kylie was excited now; “how are you going to punish him?”

I stood up and dragged Brandi and his stroller to the men's bathroom with a wicked giggle. "She’ll have to wait and see," I taunted as we entered. Quickly locking the door behind us, I freed Brandi from his restraints and dumped him unceremoniously on the floor in front of the urinal. "Stay right there, loser!" I shouted, pressing my shoe down on his head. "How dare you embarrass me in public like that!" I demanded, shoving his face towards the grimy tile. "Stick your tongue out and clean up this piss, now!"

“Worthless sissy slut!” I screamed, making her cry when I pushed her face down onto that gross, dirty floor. "Ugh, seriously? You can't even lick up piss properly, you pathetic sissy!" I yelled and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over to the urinal. "Since you can't clean the floor, maybe you can clean this..." I forced her face into the urinal and flushed. "Suck it up, sissy!"

Ashleigh and I exchanged worried glances as there was a loud knock at the door. “I got it…” Kylie smiled. She marched over to the door and let in a cute college jock. She introduced him as her boyfriend, Brad, and explained that he was here to help us. And then, to my surprise, she revealed that she had promised him a blowjob if he followed our instructions without asking any questions. God I was so proud!

"Brad, can you get the little sissy something to drink? She looks so thirsty." I couldn't help but laugh as Brad unzipped his pants and approached the trembling sissy. "Right next to his tongue," Ashleigh added, not even trying to hide how excited she was to watch this. "Don't miss a single drop, slut," I hissed in Brandi's ear. It was hilarious to see the sissy having to lap up the stranger's piss from the urinal walls.

"Make sure you get it all," I scoffed, forcibly pushing Brandi's head into the urinal. "Don't waste good piss." I looked over to see Kylie, who was watching her boyfriend's cock grow stuff while she was stroking it. "Great news, sissy!" she squealed in an exaggerated baby voice. "Brad said he'll fill your baba with his man milk so you can have a nice treat on the way home. A whole bottle, can you believe it?!"

Kylie was totally getting in on it. "We just have to work together to make sure he cums sissy”, she winked. I mean, who knew she had it in her! She lowered her head onto Brad's cock, but made sure to keep eye contact with Brandi the whole time. Meanwhile, I was holding onto Brandi’s hair and shoulders, forcing him to watch as Kylie worked her magic and made Brad moan.

"I'm going to give my real man boyfriend a proper blowjob as a thank you for pissing in your mouth!" Kylie said with a seductive voice while she worked over her boyfriend’s dick. She looked like an absolute pornstar. That girl knew how to suck a dick! "Afterwards, you can very nicely ask Mr. Brad if you may worship his cock."

Kylie was going to town on that cock like a champ, really getting Brad all worked up. Ashleigh and I just shared a look as we saw Brad's whole body shaking. Wow, she went from shy to blowing her boyfriend in front of us! "Uh oh," Kylie teased, wiping her mouth and smirking at poor Brandi. "Looks like I made him cum already. Guess it's up to you to get him hard again, sweetie. And trust me, you'll have to work extra hard after that! But don't worry, I have a trick up my sleeve... a little rough deep throat session always does the trick after about ten minutes."

“Better get to work, sissy,” I laughed, dragging him into the center of the room. “I think Ms. Kylie and I are going to become close friends. I don’t want you to disappoint her!!”

The end.

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dreadfutures · 1 month ago

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I hold in two hands:

everything is going pretty well. I am slowly making friends and deepening friendships IRL in my dream town. relationship w my family is the best it may have ever been in my life. my job is easy and satisfying and eases my conscience and I enjoy it. i am getting back into physical art. I call my best friend from grad school every week. I play DND with my best friends from college every week. I play Pathfinder with a group I've been with for six years every week. I have every cuisine imaginable available to me, there is every kind of hang out spot nearby, transit is cheap, and I'm under very little pressure in life. I have improved my digital art over the years and have the honor of being commissioned to draw people's OCs! I have a story I've been writing for four years that I am still passionate about and invested in with a dedicated readership of 100 or so people every update. I get to participate in exchanges of art and writing about fandoms I love, with people who love them. I have been able to introduce good people looking for communities to good communities full of good people. I have been able to run a (so far!) successful large fan event to celebrate all of that. I have so much I'm looking forward to, games and music and movies and books, travel, visits, museums...

and

I am tired. Depression is coming back for me like the tide and with it comes this irrational unsteadiness. Where things have been certain, solid, steady, and where I've been unconcerned and happy, I'm finding myself insecure, jealous, shy, uncertain, self deprecating, self conscious, unconfident, unhappy. everything I make I question. I can't help but feel the weight of all the things I usually brush off as meaningless. There's no amount of rationalization, reassurance, or interactions that can turn that around.

It just is. Both. All at once. For now.

I am very grateful for what I have. I really am. but I will never not be depressed, you know? Like, if I'm being pulled under by a rip current every few months, at least the water is warm now. And it'll let me out eventually I guess, as it always does, and I'll find my footing again. It's easier to find footing again and not drown than it was 5, 7, 10 years and many prescriptions ago. but right now I just wish I could find a therapist to have an outlet to express, process, experience those feelings safely with another human being who won't be affected by it all. It has been a long time since I've been the kind of childish person who goes crying and wailing about my insecurities to people in search of validation and praise that I would then reject. But watching other people do it makes me wish I wasn't so far along on the self awareness journey and could be so freely pathetic again. Because that behavior does receive so much validation, pretty intensely, lots of preening comments that feel morbidly good and bad simultaneously, you know? But it feels better than silence, even if it comes with the shame of publicly begging for attention and validation lmao. But better than silence is also just having a place to express stupid feelings and cry a river about petty things and then be able to sigh or laugh it off and put those feelings in broader contexts and move on without ruining my life and relationships.

I just fucking wish they didn't all set their appointments by telehealth only, and in the middle of my goddamn work day.

I don't want a room mate again but I wish I didn't live alone. I wish I just had someone who got me, who sees me and loved me, in the same room, day and night. I miss the person who inspired DPDF a lot these days. they weren't the first person I had that connection with and they don't have to be the last. and our connection isn't the same anymore but it's still precious and it's hard being apart but that's how it has to be. There will be others. it'll be fine. someday maybe. in the meantime it's cooling down from this heat wave and there are lunches to attend and weird driveway artisan shows to sniff out and cafes to write in and cute outfits to wear and things to learn and I'll play more good games and I'll get my hair done special and at some point the positive feelings will catch up again and maybe I'll be able to enjoy them fully like a normal human being. at some point I'll blink awake in the middle of a conversation and realize I'm feeling happy and clear again. that's how it always happens and in the meantime I hold both of these feelings in separate hands at once. Tangible. If I say out loud that they're both real then they both can be, again.

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fountainpenguin · 4 months ago

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"I'll treat you nice; I'll be so kind! Just bring me all the food you find~ And I'll run this dump, 'cuz I'm the smartest here..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 39 - “Wednesday: Squall Hospital”

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Dog's Life is 1 year old today!

Mumbo wakes up in the hospital. Etho pays a visit to ask after a commission… wandering trader style. Also, the phantom hybrids strip down to flaunt their stuff. Get your sparring game on!

Impulse, who modded out of phantom state long ago, watches from the sidelines.

Dog's Life anniversary chapters, Part 1!

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Brief #trafficshipping (Mumbo reflecting on his divorce with Martyn, which happened 100 years ago but Martyn only found out yesterday)

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Mumbo

Location: Hospital, Southwest New Star, Bottom Floor

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He couldn't tell you when he became aware of voices. On some level, they were there the whole time, even with memories playing across his eyes. Some he'd rather forget, full of escorts with diamonds for teeth waiting while his fumbling hands plugged his player file in a foreign server core, his heartbeats tangled, chilly breath on the back of his neck warning him that he only had minutes before he could expect his back thrust against a wall, fangs in his neck… Payment claimed for keeping a lone wandering trader safe another day out in the anarchy world.

Wake up, he warns himself, and dissolves to begging at the memory of his own anxious hands grabbing the shirts of a dozen anivores for support. Wake up. This isn't real. Get out!

Some hands had been a good deal gentler. That didn't always make them perfect. But Impulse had only been rough once. Vee almost too soft. BigB… Well, they didn't say much on the first and last trek they ever took together, even when collapsing into the same guest server and sharing a bed (with Vee, too) after a long, long day. Mumbo distinctly remembers the guy rolling over once, mumbling "Your turn," when the baby allays started fussing for their milk. It's laughable, looking back on it, although Mumbo had griped about it at the time. Hysterical. I can't believe I didn't crack up! BigB's underrated. He should let Grian know; make sure he remembers to appreciate what he has.

And Martyn… Martyn hadn't taken any adventures with him. But he'd roleplayed softly in their bed, letting Mumbo (For once, for once) take the lead.

He's lying on his back. Which isn't usual for him. Shapes and figures blur together. But he hears… words? Sounds like words. This is people-talk. He stirs without cracking open his eyes.

"Let's go," cheers a pleasant, pumped-up voice from somewhere to his right. A masculine voice. Big. Loud. One that's only familiar on the very fringes of his memory, like a frayed tassel on his llamas' blankets that he's always had, but only remembers when he's looking straight at it. Chair legs screech across the floor. Mumbo winces, screwing his eyelids tighter, but the mystery figure isn't one to be put off by silent rejection. "Welcome back to New Star! Boy, am I glad I decided to check in mentally for work today. What's this guy's name again? Oh, right, right. Well, we can cross 'Save patient' off our daily tasks. What's next?"

Oh, goodness… His eyeballs want to yawn. He tries it with his mouth, though it's… less satisfying than it probably would be on a server with actual sleep mechanics. Well, at least my head's no longer clicking. Fading images still dance across his mental comm screen, but they're swirling into smoke the more he shifts around, zoning back into the world. Mumbo blinks his eyes a few times, trying to make them stick. The face of a man with a black, neatly trimmed beard swims into view above him. Maybe a little too close.

"… I know you."

The man's face snaps from pleasant to shocked real fast. He bites one corner of his lip, leaning back in his chair. What? Mumbo's voice feels scratchy in his throat, even unspoken. Before he can get his next words out, the man's addressing another figure in the room somewhere out of sight. "Ohoooh… He knows me, and I had to check his file 4 times before I burned his name into memory. That's about to be real awkward. Hey- You know what? Accidents happen. That's life."

"Yeah, I know you," Mumbo mutters, mostly to himself. He lives across the hall from Martyn and Jimmy. Simmers' Quarter. Seen him around. He sort of hops all over the place. But the name escapes him. Mumbo should care about that. Should he care? A zing of guilt courses up his back at the thought of forgetting his ex-husband's immediate neighbor, but he breathes through his teeth instead of saying so.

… Okay. Take stock. Mm. If he can get his brain to drag itself awake from a sluggish, whimpery state, that is. Mumbo runs his fingers through sticky threads of mussed-up hair. His body doesn't ache, surprisingly enough. Or maybe not surprisingly; double regen is a killer. Well, the exact opposite of a killer. He braces his hand to the mattress, pushing himself to a sitting position. Mumbo brushes his fingers across his mustache. He goes to flip his F5 eyes on, but the shift makes him so dizzy, he pulls back and drops his face in his hands instead.

The bearded man scoots his chair closer to his bedside, all smiles and absentminded apologies. He double pats his chest. Thump-thump. "Hey, I'm James Turner- formerly known as The Sim Supply. Well, not over here… You kind of had to be there. And if anyone tells you I designed Vanillite, they've got the wrong guy. Ask your husband; he'll vouch for me."

"… Uh. Oh, goodness me." If he were in one of Martyn's mangas, he'd have slash lines across his face, flushing up a storm. Mumbo reaches for his hood. No robes. His hands clasp on empty air, so he pulls his blankets into his lap instead, squirming his hands between his legs. "Aha… I should probably come clean about that. Martyn and I aren't, um… sleeping together anymore."

Sleeping doesn't feel as hot and bitter on his tongue as married would. And it's the accurate word, even if it stings. It feels more correct than dating. They'd flirt and play and cuddle, usually with fingers in each other's clothes and hair, until they got all snuggled up and Mumbo (eventually) drifted off to sleep. Martyn left by dawn every morning, all his blond hairs despawned from the bed. Nocturnal phantom code. Warm. Soft. I… needed space. And I was leaving for a trip, and it was never really that serious anyway. Okay, that sounds bad out of context, but-

James' frown burns a scar in the crest of his head. "Uh. Dude? Does Martyn know?"

"It was 100 years ago!" He can hold his head high and proud on that, except he can't. "Did nobody get the memo?" And without a hood to tug over his face, he looks away, just biting the edge of his knuckle and gripping the hospital bedsheets with his hand. Wait. Why am I in hospital? Seriously, that memory just went out the window. Did he get flashbanged? Close range? He touches two fingers to his scalp. Sore…

"… Didn't I see your mouth all over him at the shower house on Friday?"

Ohh, don't remind me… Mumbo fumbles through a couple squeaks, then focuses on the more pertinent question. "Sorry; why am I here, exactly?" And why do I smell bacon?

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

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twistedhypersonicnavigator · 5 months ago

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Day 21: Road Trip

Ingo and Emmet hardly ever got out of the subway for some downtime. But once in a blue moon they got to go to the train expo. It traveled around the world so they would have to hop a train to wherever it was.

However this year the place they had it didn't have a train at all. So they had to rent a car and drive.

Both boys looked at the car that had their pieces of luggage in the trunk, their cooler full of drinks and sandwiches behind the seats. Both brothers looked at one another and then at the drivers seat.

"I'm driving, you suck. Get in." Emmet said. Ingo looked almost floored. Okay it was true he wasn't that good at driving, but Emmet was horrible.

Oh well...

Getting into the front seat meant that the passenger got to manage the radio...at least thats what their mother said since she was almost always the passenger and she got to play with the channels.

Which lead to many occasions of breaking into song. their father was horrible at it, and their mother sang in a high pitch, But together (and they didn't like to brag) they sang beautifully.

Which was where they found themselves right now. Singing to a bunch of songs as they were stuck in a traffic jam just outside of a city.

Just as they started the person in the car next to them began to sing too, turning up her radio. The boys chuckled before they realized just who it was.

"Elesa!!!" Ingo rolled down his window and leaned out the door.

"Heya beautiful what brings you out of Unova?"

"Modeling! I got a gig soon and I gotta get there with this stuff." She pointed to the trailer behind her.

"If this gridlock doesn't hurry up I'm going to scream." Elesa said

"To bad cars aren't as reliable as trains." Emmet put his chin on the steering wheel. Elesa sighed looking back at the road.

"I am...going to die of bor..." Emmet gasped hitting his head on the steering wheel. Ingo jumped forward.

Elesa panicked for a second there seeing both her friends lurch forward so hard. She turned to look at the man who looked almost to angry and didn't give care that he rammed his car into another one.

"Hey!" Elesa yelled.

"Shut up, and move your car!" Elesa watched as the man jumped out of his car to look at the damage. Ingo stepped out and looked at the man who jumped forward like he was going to punch Ingo. Ingo recoiled pulling his now injured brother behind him letting the man walk around the car.

"Ya'lls fault." He said with a sneer.

"I beg your pardon theirs just to many witnesses to prove otherwise." Elesa said as she got out too looking at the car. She put herself between the man and Ingo.

"So what...do you know who my dad it?" He asked.

"What? Didn't your mom tell you?" Elesa asked hearing Ingo and Emmet both snort trying not to laugh to loud. Elesa was good at playing with people like this.

"Your a little brat aren't you?" He asked reaching over grabbing bits of Elesa's shirt.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. this jacket costs more then your car." She pulled her jacket away and ran her fingers over it.

"looks like a normal winter coat to me."

"Shows what a fly boy with daddy issues you are." She said with an amused grin.

He went to grab her again only to hear three different pokeballs open on their own.

"I'd advice you to get back in your vehicle sir. Our pokemon don't like their partners being threatened." Ingo said as he ran his fingers over his partners metal arm.

The man flubbered for a moment before he did what he was told and got back into the car.

"Now lets look at that wound." Ingo ran his fingers through his brothers hair to get a better look at the lump.

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whereismymindnow · 1 year ago

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Twin Hearts Chapter 4

Author's Note: A little flashback to how Pia was daggered. The twins have a small squabble. xD

Oh, and please don’t comment about her being daggered. This whole fic came from a dream I had and so the idea of her being daggered may not suit some people, but witchcraft can do weird and wonderful things. So don’t take it personally if you disagree with this (as some people did, quite rudely, previously) as I literally had zero ideas apart from her waking up to start with and this is the best I can come up with. Thank you! Hope you enjoy this update.

Now I’m going to disappear just as quickly as I arrived before you start throwing things at me for length of time in between chapter updates… I swear, one day I shall catch up and give you frequent updates.

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Twin!Original Female Character

Warnings: 18+ due to mature, darker themes. Twincest. Smut. Strong language. Death. Miscarriage. Murder. Vampire/Hybrid violence. Please read responsibly.

If this work is found anywhere other than Tumblr (@whereismymindnow) or Archive of Our Own (Mikki19) then it has been posted without my permission.

Twin Hearts Masterlist

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Chapter 4: Daggered

"I cannot give up! Our very nature has been taken from us! How can I stop when I am so close to breaking the curse?" Elijah heaved out a sigh as he heard Niklaus' angry shout fill the house. He moved to stand at the top of the stairs and watched as the twins fought... again. Pia launched a vase at her brother with a hiss.

"It is breaking you! I don't even recognise you anymore! You are not the other half of my heart." Both siblings flinched and rubbed at their chests, but neither would back down. Pia was exhausted by the drama that the doppelganger had brought to the house, and Klaus was so close to realising his destiny that he couldn't stop. He didn't understand why his twin wasn't as passionate as he was about this.

"I am still the man you love, but I want to be more. We are meant to be the Original Hybrids. We were born to be unstoppable. I will not let a foolish human girl get in the way of that!"

"A foolish human girl? Ha! Do not forget that I saw the way you looked at her. It was like watching you fawn over Tatia all over again!" Pia spat out in disgust. She had tried to be friends with Katerina. Hell, she had even had a dress made especially for the girl, but it had ended the same way as it had centuries ago. The little brunette had taken one look at her brothers and tried to make it a game. Pia wanted to find her just so that she could have the pleasure of staining Kit’s perfect olive skin red with blood.

"I had to keep her here! You saw how she was. Flirting and playing games are the only things she knows how to do properly." Pia took a step back and shook her head in disbelief.

"How can you not understand that that is how it began with Tatia?! You and Elijah made it a point to play with the girl, and now we are cursed by her! Once again the silly doppelganger bitch has the upperhand!" Her shoulders dropped as she found her anger could no longer mask her hurt. This was too much. All too much. "If you wish to chase her and destroy everything she holds dear, then so be it... but do not expect me to just idly wait for you to be satisfied. I will not have a part in this." Klaus vamped over to his sister and held her by her upper arms.

"We are so close. We have felt broken for so long. We have felt our wolves howl and claw at our skin every full moon as they beg to break free... Why are you asking me to stop now?"

"Because you have gone mad with your need to break the curse. Every day you are so angry and hateful. The only time I have seen you smile this month was because she was under our roof. If breaking the curse means that we have to become this fractured, then I no longer wish to do it."

"...w- we have waited centuries..." Klaus muttered as he stared at his twin in disbelief. Pia exhaled and brought a shaking hand to cup his cheek.

"I am not stopping you. I just can't stand by and watch it destroy you. I refuse to have my life revolve around that girl for a moment longer. Find her if you must but you will find me gone before you return.”

“I am doing this for us!” Neither of them were backing down this time. The twins had had fights before, but the fury that floated in the air was thick like fog. Rebekah had left to go to the library in order of find a bit of quiet, but her ears picked up on each angry word and she found herself standing at the top of the stairs, watching in case one of her siblings did something foolish. Niklaus was beginning to reach the end of his patience with Pia; his rage taking over and clouding his judgement. He just didn’t understand why she wanted him to stop. He was doing this for them both! “You keep talking like we’re so different!”

Pia shook her head in response and let out a bitter laugh. “We are! You have become so cruel and malicious since you found out about Katerina's change. Forget about her! Another doppelganger will be created so that we can break the curse.”

“I want to make her pay for her actions.” He grit his teeth as Pia once again tried to turn her back on him.

“I know that, but don’t you see what is happening? You are losing your mind. You are becoming some kind of monster that I do not even recognise anymore!”

“YOU ARE JUST AS BROKEN AS ME!” His roar echoed through the manor as his grip tightened on his twin’s arms; Pia began to wince and bite her lip as her bones started to crumble beneath his hands, not that he noticed as he was blinded by his rage. So, Pia decided to tell him the truth. He needed to hear the truth for once. She was sick of lying and trying to make him feel better about everything he does.

“This obsession is turning you into Mikael! You are becoming like the person you hate!” Pia didn’t have a chance to recognise the relief of his grip being removed from her arms as she flew through the air and her head met the wall behind her. A loud crack rang out through the room as her skull hit the hard surface. She was dazed for a few moments before her wound repaired itself and she stood once again. “Just let the Petrova girl go!” Rebekah covered her mouth with her hand and stepped down a few stairs to get closer to them, but Elijah quickly grabbed her by the shoulder to stop her from getting closer. They both knew that this was becoming a little more intense than the twins’ previous fights.

“She has taken away our one chance of becoming unstoppable. She has taken away our chance of being whole!”

“So?! Aren’t you content as you are now? You have all of your family surrounding you but you are still blinded by your hatred!”

“I want vengeance!” It was those three words that broke her. She was exhausted and didn’t care to repeat herself another time. Pia’s shoulders dropped as she shook her head at the state of her beloved.

“I can’t do this anymore, Niko… I’m hurting, but you don’t seem to care.” Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to regain her emotions. She was so sick of crying, but she couldn’t let her anger get the better of her either. The servants within the house were still skittish from the last time she slaughtered five of them in one of her rages. Pia took a deep breath and cleared her throat. If she were human still, then she would have complained about a headache by now. “I’ve had enough.” The thought of her trying to leave was all it took for Niklaus’ fury to boil over. He flashed forward and gripped either side of her head.

“You can’t leave me.” He hissed in Pia’s ear before wrenching his hands backwards and snapping her neck. Niklaus caught her limp form as she crumbled to the floor.

“No!” Rebekah vamped down the stairs and stared at her brother as he cradled Pia’s body in his arms. “You’ve hurt her again. Do you even understand what you are doing?” She quickly walked forward in an effort to grab her sister’s body but in seconds found herself hitting the wall opposite her.

“You will not take her from me, Rebekah. She is mine.” Niklaus stood in front of his twin’s form and bared his fangs at his sister. The youngest Mikaelson knew better than to try and fight her brother when his Alpha male side revealed itself; she slowly stood and straightened out the bottom of her dress before making eye contact with Niklaus.

“Nik, I just wanted to lay her down upstairs. She would not want to wake upon the hard floor, would she?” Rebekah waited a few moments and then steadily moved forwards. Niklaus let out a growl when he felt that she had overstepped an invisible boundary.

“I will take her.” He kept a close eye on his sibling and knelt down next to his twin. His eyes flickered between the two girls as he gently wrapped his other half in his arms. “Do not touch her.” Rebekah nodded as his growls continued to permeate through the air each time he felt her get too near as they walked to the chambers that Pia resided in; she mostly shared a room with Nik, but their recent fighting had made her seek solace in a separate chamber to his. Elijah followed at a distance, sharing a tight-lipped smile with Rebekah.

The family were used to this strange situation by now; for centuries the pair of them would have their moments in which their pack instincts would show and they would stake their claim on the other. It was always in moments of madness, their wolves would shine through and ensure that anyone nearby understood that they belonged to each other.

With as much as care as he could manage, Niklaus gently placed Pia onto her bedsheets and stroked the side of her face. He felt Elijah’s presence enter the room and looked up. For some reason when Pia had requested her own chambers, she had picked the ones that had been closest to Elijah’s. Perhaps she thought she would be safer since he listened to Elijah more than anyone else, Niklaus pondered as he felt the burning glare coming from his older brother.

“Leave, Niklaus. You have done enough.” Elijah stepped aside and waited for the room to be vacated before quietly shutting the door. “I heard your fight-”

“I think the whole world heard them.” Rebekah remarked sarcastically.

“-and you need to be careful, brother. Do you wish for Pia to hate you rather than love you?”

“Of course not.”

“Then contemplate this: are you prepared to lose her because of Katerina? You will destroy her slowly if you carry on along this path.” He gave one last look at his brother before offering his arm to Rebekah and leading her back to the library.

Niklaus watched after his siblings and made up his mind. He knew exactly how to overcome this.

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“Are you sure that this shall work? I will not accept failure.” Klaus’ blue eyes bore into the witch before him.

“Yes, Master. The blood in your veins runs through Mistress Pia’s as well. You are twins; you are mates. Your hearts are one and the same.” Thalia ran her fingers over the edge of the knife before looking back up at her master. “I believe that I can overpower the magic of the blade and ensure that you can put Mistress into a deep sleep. I just need your blood to finish the spell.”

“If this harms her in anyway… well, I don’t believe I need to finish that sentence.” Klaus took the blade from the witch and raised his brow as she started to speak again.

“Master, you must trust me. I would do nothing to hurt Mistress Pia. She was the one that rescued me when I was about to be put to death. I owe her my life.” Thalia placed her hand over her heart and bent her head forwards in a show of obedience.

“Indeed. You have until the end of the night to complete the spell. I want to be able to subdue her whilst she sleeps… I do not wish for her to be scared when it happens.” Niklaus ran his gaze over the grimoire in front of him and sighed. “She must be daggered before she has a chance to flee. She cannot abandon me.” He muttered to himself before sending another glance at the witch and running the blade over his arm. The witch quickly put a bowl underneath the cut to catch his blood.

This better work, Klaus uttered in his mind. His complete distrust of others made this so very difficult. He felt like a million bugs were crawling under his skin as he thought of how he was currently putting his sister’s life in someone else’s hands. Anything to do with Pia made him feel incredibly vulnerable; without her he was nothing more than the monster that people made him out to be. Pia was his one and only. He needed her to be safe.

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Pia paced around her room and bit at her nail, not even noticing when it began to bleed. The servant in the room stayed still so as to not antagonise her into doing something to him. Petyr knew better than to interrupt the lady of the house when she was like this. He had once attempted to ask her what was upsetting her - the scar above his brow was the only answer she gave.

Pia knew something was happening; she could feel it. She’d locked herself in her chambers and only opened the door to let the servant or Rebekah inside. There was something in the air and it was unsettling. Niklaus repeatedly tried to speak with her but she wasn’t listening. An uncomfortable ache began in her neck whenever she thought of her twin. He’d snapped her neck. He’d disabled her because his ego wouldn’t allow for him to actually listen to her words. Her foot kicked out and a loud crash echoed throughout the room as a chair smashed into pieces after hitting the wall.

“Niklaus, what are you doing?!” It had to be him. He had to be planning something! She could feel the spark of magic that made the air feel like it was smothering her. Was he going to kill her? Was he plotting some way to harm her so that she couldn’t leave him? No, he wouldn’t do that… would he? All was quiet in the manor as the voices carried on echoing within her mind. Was she being unreasonable? Maybe she could help find Katerina and end this once and for all. She wasn't prepared to lose her brother once again because of the actions of one of those almond-eyed girls. “What is he up to? He’s doing something against me, I know he is.” She muttered and dragged her hands through her hair with a low growl. “He’s plotting against me. He must be. He-”

It was then in the silence a noise disturbed her thoughts.

Thump thump.

Her head cocked to the side so sharply that a loud crack echoed through the room. That familiar burn in her gums made her snarl.

Thump thump.

Her fangs descended as the heartbeat continued to destroy her peace. She flicked her tongue over her fangs and hissed quietly. Her mind had melted completely into that of her hunting instinct. Pia was no longer there.

Thump thump.

Petyr had heard the 'click' and knew right then that his life was moments away from ending. In an effort to conceal his fear he shut his eyes tight and clenched his fists. He didn’t want to see her coming at him.

Thump thump.

Thump-

Her body flew across the room and her fangs ripped into his neck. Petyr's mouth opened in a silent scream as she tore through his skin. The blood poured down her face as she focused on making the annoying sound stop. She let out a low moan of satisfaction as the thick, hot blood entered her mouth. Her fangs shredded his skin like thin parchment as she needlessly released her bite only to clamp down once again. The monster within her, the infamous Snow White Killer, was only a few mouthfuls away from being awakened. A few moments later, and all was silent once more. As though she had woken up from a dream, her hands released the limp corpse. The dull sound of him hitting the wooden floorboards made Pia open her eyes in shock; black veins slowly receded as she came back to her senses. She stared down at the boy at her feet in disbelief; she’d lost control again.

“Pia?” A gentle voice came from her left. She slowly turned to see Rebekah looking at her with wide eyes. Pia’s curls seemed wilder than ever as the ends of her hair were stained red; blood ran down her face and tainted the blue nightdress she wore. Rebekah didn’t step forward and held her hands up in defence as she saw Pia’s unwavering gaze. She’d only met the darkness within her sister once, and she wasn’t in a hurry to repeat that encounter.

Pia blinked hard and shook her head. “It’s me… it’s me…” She breathed as her sister looked at her in horror. “I- I’m okay.” Pia could feel the need to release the monster but fought the urge just as Elijah had told her to. “It’s me.” She murmured again, as though reminding herself that she was in control. Her head dropped to avoid the look of fear in Rebekah’s eyes.

"Oh, Pea..." Rebekah gently stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her small sister before calling out for Elijah. Their eldest brother entered the room looking grim. He'd been close to Pia's room and had heard the awful growls she had made whilst draining her victim. The similarities between her and Niklaus were becoming quickly apparent. Niklaus was a monster hiding behind a dimpled smile, whilst Pia's small stature made her look like a feeble, young lady and hid the animal that was trapped inside of her.

"I shall take care of it." He rolled the boy up in the sheets of Pia's bed and removed the body. Niklaus was waiting near the end of the hallway; Elijah glanced at his brother and shook his head before continuing past him. He was what was causing his little sister to behave like this. Niklaus needed to change his ways and fast. There had been too many bloodbaths caused by the twins as of late. They were drawing more attention than ever.

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The sun had set hours ago and now the moon lit up the hallway as it shined through the windows. It was time.

Niklaus carefully pushed the door and was happy to see that Pia hadn't locked it after Petyr's body had been taken away. The door didn't make a sound; almost as though it knew how unhappy its master would be should it wake the girl on the bed. Pia sighed in her sleep but stayed unconscious as Niklaus moved closer to her. She'd cleaned the blood from her face and was wearing a new nightgown. A smile came to Klaus' face as he brushed a stray curl off her cheek. Pia had never looked so innocent; her youthful face was clear of the emotions that had plagued her the entire day. He gently kissed her soft cheek as he removed the dagger from its sheath.

"I'm sorry..." Niklaus muttered. It didn't look different from the other daggers, but he prayed that this would work. She needed to be safe and protected. She was too stubborn to listen to his rules and understand his motives. This is the only way, he repeated in his head as he leant forwards and placed both hands on the blade. The tip of the dagger hovered between her breasts as Niklaus faltered. This was his twin. This was his mate. She was his everything and yet he was going to put her to sleep for God only knows how long. What if something happened to him and he didn't have the chance to tell anyone where she was? What if she stayed asleep until the end of time? What if that witch had betrayed him and had done something so that Pia would die the moment the blade pierced her skin? His head snapped up as he heard Bekah's door open.

This is the only way!

Niklaus took a deep breath and raised his arms. Pia's eyes snapped open and her body jolted upwards as the blade entered her chest. She made eye contact with her lover and seemed to choke on her words before her skin began to turn grey. Her lids fluttered shut and her body became limp.

"Pia- Nik!" Rebekah raced over to her sister and her eyes widened at seeing the dagger in her chest. "How- what- Nik?!" Rebekah was speechless and tears filled her eyes as she looked up at her brother from the bed. Her back hit the ground as Niklaus threw her away from his twin.

"It is the only way, Rebekah. She needs to be safe from him whilst I break the curse." His sister tried to get closer to Pia to pull the dagger from her body, but Niklaus once again pushed her back.

"How did you even manage to neutralise her? The daggers don't work on either of you!"

"I know a witch who did a spell for me."

"It was Thalia, wasn't it? She betrayed Pia!" Rebekah stormed out of the room and left Niklaus with their sister's body. Niklaus presented a fine silk ribbon from behind his back and began to tie the hair back from Pia's face. Her lips were cold and stiff as he brushed his mouth against hers before climbing onto the bed. He brought his twin's body against his and rested his chin on top of her head. This was the last time he would hold her for some time, and he wasn't about to waste a second. As Klaus began to relax with Pia, Rebekah broke into the witch's chambers in another wing of the house. She snapped her neck within seconds and stood over her body with a sad smile. Tears ran down her cheeks as she collapsed to her nears with a sob.

Meanwhile, Elijah sat in his study and nursed a goblet of wine. The regular frown formed on his face as he noticed a second heartbeat had ceased. "We are death." He murmured into the silence and took another sip of his drink. How much more could his family go through before they broke?

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Niklaus sat in silence; the fire crackled in the background and candles flickered in the room. He was sat against the headboard of his bed in nothing more than his breeches; the bodies of three drained maids littered his floor but he didn’t have the energy to remove them. Pia was hidden in a place that only he knew of but he felt a million times worse than he had before. Was he happy that she was safe from Mikael? Yes. Was he happy that she had to be isolated and on her own? No.

He let out a deep sigh and wiped his chin with a handkerchief to get rid of the blood staining his mouth. When had life become so complicated? This family had gone through so many more downs than ups - even before they were turned into vampires - that it was becoming harder to see a positive outcome for them all. He rubbed his thumb over the locket in his hand; inside was a small portrait of his twin but he found it too painful to look at. Merely holding it gave him a bit of comfort though as it made him feel as though she was close to him still. “Oh, Pia… I need you so much.” He felt heartbroken. He may have neutralised Pia, but it was never something he wanted. It just needed to be done. Had she gone through with her plan to leave then she would have put herself in danger and Niklaus couldn’t allow that.

“Nik?” Rebekah poked her head around the door and looked at her brother. She was still angry, but being on Niklaus’ bad side wouldn’t help her to persuade him to wake up Pia or reveal her location. The girl shut the door behind her and sat on the edge of his bed. “Can I sit with you?” Niklaus didn’t say yes, but him not throwing her out immediately told Rebekah what she needed to know. She climbed up onto the bed and sat beside him. Her hand went over his that grasped the locket and she squeezed lightly. Her eyes were glassy as she blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over.

“I can’t wake her up, Rebekah.” He already knew her motive for coming in here.

“Why?”

“You know why.” Klaus replied sharply.

“Mikael.”

“Yes. I do not wish for her to be daggered. I’ve never wished to be apart from her, but if she left, then there’s no telling what Mikael would do to her if he found her. It is so much safer for her to be asleep until Mikael is taken care of.” Rebekah nodded gently and sighed. She wasn’t going to get him to agree right now and so decided to try and make him think of happier times.

“Do you remember your 15th birthday?”

“Of course, I do.” How could he forget? He didn’t care to remember a lot of his past life, but that night himself and Pia had promised themselves to each other. No matter if someone somehow managed to get between then, they would always belong to each other at heart.

“I only remember Pia sneaking out of our bedroom before returning a little while later. It was obvious as to what had occurred between the pair of you, but I couldn’t bring myself to judge either of you. I’d never seen you so happy.”

Nik & Pia’s 15th Nameday. 995AD

“Pia.” A smile grew on her face as his voice called out to her. She quickly wrapped her blanket around her and crept outside. The door shut with a small click which made her freeze. When she heard no movement from within the longhouse she released a sigh of relief. “Pia!” A hand smothered her shocked scream and familiar laughter filled her ears. Niklaus kept his hand over her mouth and led her to a secluded area just a few minutes away from the house. Once she was free she fought to hide her smile and hit him on the shoulder. He grabbed her hand and tugged her forwards gently with a grin. Their lips met in a soft kiss that said more than words ever would and left their hearts pounding. Pia bit her lip and looked up at the boy that shared her nameday.

“Happy nameday, Niko.”

“Happy nameday, Pia.”

Their lips met once more; their mouths moulded together perfectly. It was like they had been created for each other. As his tongue massaged hers she ran her fingers through his hair slowly. She could touch him all day and not get bored. He was everything to her. Nik slowly peppered kisses down the side of her neck making her sigh with pleasure. He carefully pulled the blanket from her shoulders and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her as close to him as he could. No matter how much he held her to him, she was never close enough. It was though he wished to consume her.

“Niko…” She breathed against his cheek in excitement. They had snuck out of the house before, but this was different. Something was different between them. The boy moved away slightly and straightened the blanket on the floor before sitting on it. He patted the space next to him with a cheeky grin. Pia looked around paranoid, but once she saw there was no movement around them she settled down on the woollen sheet.

“Pia, I love you so much. I want you to remember that no matter what happens.”

“Niko, nothing would ever make stop loving you. We are going to be together forever. I can feel it. I shall never stop being yours.” He pecked her lips once more in agreement. A squeak left her as he pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. His hand rubbed the top of her thigh and he snuck his hand beneath her nightgown before looking up at her.

“I know we are not married or betrothed, but I want to have you all to myself. I cannot imagine a life where you belong to another.”

Pia was breathless. This was everything she’d ever dreamt of. “I am yours.”

He gave her a grin before slowly inching his hands up her thigh. Pia stiffened slightly which made Niklaus pause.

“Are you sure about this, my love?” Oh, she wanted him so much, but Pia couldn’t say it; the blush lit up her face as though her blood was on fire and her throat seemed to close up so that she couldn’t reply. Niklaus reluctantly tried to move his hand away so Pia made the quick decision to roll her hips forward. A gasp left her lips as his fingers tickled between her thighs.

“Niko, I love you.” She muttered against his lips as they fell backwards.

“And I you.” He replied as he gently rolled them over so that his body was between her legs. Pia began to convulse as his fingers continued their movements against her sensitive skin; she quickly moved a hand over her mouth to smother her cry of pleasure as she climaxed. A light sheen of sweat covered her body as Niklaus helped her undress. He followed suit and they spent a few moments to gaze at each other’s forms. They had seen their naked bodies before, but this situation made it feel like it was the first time. “This will hurt a little.” Niklaus warned her quietly.

“I don’t mind. I want to be yours… only yours.” She gave him a nod and took in a deep breath. Nik held his length in his hand and gently prodded at her opening. He moved forward steadily and bit the inside of his cheek as Pia’s eyes clenched shut in discomfort. His movement stopped when he was fully sheathed and lowered himself so he was closer to her. He kissed her cheeks and forehead, whispering sweet words until she opened her eyes and gave him a small smile in encouragement. Pia dug her nails into Niko’s arms as he pressed gentle kisses to her neck to help her relax a little more.

“Relax, Pia… you need to try and relax…” He murmured softly into her ear. Pia nodded and focused on the boy above her; he gave her a dimpled smile that made her heart melt. That look could make even the coldest of winters warm. Niklaus captured her mouth with his and gave her a hard, possessive kiss as he felt her ease around him. Her leg moved to wrap around his waist and she rocked her hips to encourage him to move.

“That’s my good girl.” He whispered against her lips as he began to thrust into her slowly. “My beautiful, little Pia…”

Niklaus smiled as he remembered that night. It had been the perfect birthday as far as he was concerned.

“Is she somewhere warm and safe?”

“Of course. You know she hated the cold. I will make it up to her, I promise. She is my forever.”

“We will all make it up to her.” Rebekah commented as she knew that none of them would be able find her if Niklaus had hidden her away from the world.

“You won’t try to find her?”

“I cannot promise that I won’t try. It may take me centuries, but I will not give up. I merely hope that you will not let her suffer for too long, dear brother. It will destroy you as much as it will destroy her if you are parted for too long.” They slowly settled into a comfortable silence; Rebekah watched one of the candles that lit the room whilst Niklaus twirled a strand of his sister’s hair. Niklaus could feel that his sister had more to say and so kept quiet until she finally spoke again. “I’m not going to say this to hurt you, but I just need you to understand, Nik.” Rebekah slowly sat up and stared into her brother’s eyes. “You have always been upset about being chosen last which is why you make the choices that you do. You have never realised that there is one person that never put you behind anyone else. Pia always put you first; no matter what you had done.”

“Then why did she try to leave me?” Bekah leant forward and wiped the stray tear that had fallen from his eye with a frown.

“She did not want to see you destroy yourself. She couldn’t see you lose yourself to this madness and she felt it was her only choice.”

“She said that to you?”

“Yes.”

“Pia, are you alright?” Rebekah entered her sister’s chambers and shut the door firmly behind her.

“No, I’m not. How many times is he going to hurt one of us just because we do something that he doesn’t like?” The girl slumped on her bed and Rebekah lied down on the other side. The pair stared at each other and held hands.

“Do you remember the promise that we made to each other?”

“Always and forever doesn’t seem like an option right now.”

“Don’t say that.” Rebekah whispered and held tighter onto Pia’s hand as though she would slip away in that moment.

“How can we all stay together when Niko doesn’t trust any of us?”

“He loves you so much, Pea.”

“I know that. I know he does, but I will not see him lose to the darkness that is taking over him. He kissed her to try and keep her here!”

“He’s an idiot.” The girls breathed out a laugh in agreement. Klaus was certainly an idiot at times. “He’s just upset that the curse still has a hold over the both of you and has become desperate. After all this time, he was so close to breaking it, and then the Petrova girl outsmarted him.”

“I hate the curse as well. I was so happy when I thought it was over! It was going to be a new start for all of us; Mikael would never stand a chance against us if Nik and I had been able to break the curse… but I am prepared to stay as I am - even when I can feel my wolf scratch away inside of me - because I love our family more than anything. No matter how much pain Nik causes Katerina, we both know that it shall never be enough.” Rebekah couldn’t stop the tears that poured down her cheeks; her family was breaking apart right in front of her eyes and she could do nothing! “Oh, Bekah…” Pia felt the older sister in her emerge and immediately wrapped Rebekah up in her arms. She pressed her against her chest and kissed the top of her head gently.

“Please, do not leave us!”

“Rebekah, you know that I would not stay away for long. I just need some space before my love for Niko becomes poisoned by his anger. I love you all too much to part from you.”

“Do you promise that you will only leave for a little while?” Her voice sounded so small that Pia’s grip tightened around her younger sister. Rebekah felt relief, but she had never felt so vulnerable. Pia may have been Nik’s twin, but she was her only sister and meant so much to her. They were best friends.

“Rebekah, look at me.” Pia cupped her sister’s face and wiped away the last few teardrops that ruined her pretty face. “I will not stray far and I will not be away for long. We are family and we will always be there for one another. Elijah is independent and the most controlled out of us all, but he still needs me to help reason with Nik when he becomes manic. Kol… well, Kol just needs me since I stand up for him when no one else will. You, my sweet sister, need me so that you aren’t surrounded by men… and Niko? He holds my heart as I hold his.”

“She wasn’t going to abandon us?” Niklaus felt so foolish for thinking that she would just run away.

“I thought that she was going to, but she explained everything and it made so much sense. She only wished to remove herself from the situation so that she could save her love for you.”

“I have ruined us.” Rebekah didn’t agree or disagree with him. There was nothing she could say that would make the situation any better. “Rebekah, she will stay neutralised for as long as she needs to be protected from Mikael. I swear to you that Pia is safe.”

“I trust you, Nik.” She didn’t know if she completely meant her words, but Rebekah knew that her brother needed to hear them right now.

“One day it will all be different. Mikael will be gone and our family will stand above all others.”

“Always and forever, right?”

“Always and forever.”

No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe No matter how many nights that you lied wide awake to the sound of the poison rain Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go? Tell me would you kill to save for a life? Tell me would you kill to prove you're right? Crash, crash, burn let it all burn This hurricane's chasing us all underground ---Hurricane by 30 Seconds to Mars---

#the vampire diaries fanfiction #klaus mikaelson x ofc #twin hearts #klaus mikaelson x oc #twin hearts masterlist #tvd fanfiction #twin hearts fanfiction

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piastrinorris · 2 years ago

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first off, congratulations on your milestone. I'm so happy for you, and I'm obsessed with this carnival theme!

I'll take a hall of mirrors please🪞💕 - I am the literal worst at talking about myself, but hopefully I paint a good enough picture of myself for this.

I work in a library where I design book displays, trivia games, and escape rooms, and I run a DnD club where I am the DM but I'm still learning so I'm kinda terrible at it lol

I'm a big musical theater nerd, a reader and writer (duh lol), and a book hoarder. Sometimes, I act in plays and musicals, but I also have horrible stage fright, hate being the center of attention, and can't easily speak in front of large groups of people to save my life. I am aware it makes no sense. I'm also big on all forms of sewing type crafts (cross stitch, embroidery, crochet, plushie making, etc). I just really like keeping my hands busy.

I am the kind of person who loves discovering new media, but when I find something that I really enjoy, I will watch the same movie over and over again, listen to the same album on repeat for months at a time, rewatch the same shows again because I like what I like.

My favorite piece of clothing is this very flowy black dress patterned with sunflowers, and it makes me feel beautiful. I have a mood ring that I wear every day that I will admit I only started wearing because it looked like one of Eddie's rings, but now I feel naked if I forget to put it on before I leave the house.

I'm unintentionally loud, a fierce protector of my friends, and a hopeless romantic.

Please take this info dump of probably unhelpful information and put my dumb ass into the narrative lol

not me reading all this intensely as if i don't already know all of this about you lmfao though you missed out the bit where that dress is also eduardo's favourite 😉

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 2k follower celebration event ongoing! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

okay so, not to just copy and paste one thing about you into it lol, but i do think you'd work at the hawkins library, too. eddie had practically begged you to take it once you both graduate, anyway, since he can't exactly keep running sessions from the school now he's left, and it's not like people use that conference room in the back, you could just let him keep his throne there, right?

you'd always wished you could have been more than just a sub for hellfire stuff, you always had fun playing with the party and they were forever inviting your character to join bonus oneshots, but theater always took up too much of your time to commit to d&d full-time. the only downside to getting the library job is that now that consumes all your time, so you still never really get to join any campaigns. eddie'll still visit between sessions to plan, though, and he's forever bending your ear for inspiration.

once eddie gets a job, he doesn't have time to get to the school in time, pick up the kids AND get to the library quick enough to get a good session in. so he relies on his ol' pal steve to play chauffeur so he can meet his party there. steve doesn't even question that there's another person in his car every week that he's never met, let alone spoken to. he hears the name gareth get thrown around, but he assumes that's part of the game, he doesn't believe that name really exists.

steve doesn't know what to do with himself while they play, and since you're the only one within 30 years of his age range, he pretty much hangs off of you. he's useful to keep around, though; he can carry way more than you, he's happy to fetch you stuff, and he can reach up to put things on higher shelves with ease - in fact, after seeing the makeshift way you pile things up to reach those shelves, he insists. As payment for being your little assistant, you'll make him little thank-you gifts - a woven bracelet here, an ewok plushie there. but, since his love language is acts of service, he always retaliates by trying to do even more while he's at work. meaning you feel more obligated to make him stuff to show your appreciation for all this extra effort. which makes him believe he's gotta do more to earn all those extra gifts. he gets the message eventually, though.

#anna 💙#*2kcelebration #fic: steve h

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theratboiwrites · 5 months ago

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My everything hurts.

Physically, mentally, emotionally, everything.

Every part of me screams to be released from the prison my body has turned into.

My bones ache, my heart viciously bleeds, my lungs never feel full, my legs are so tired, my mind is utterly exhausted.

I’m just so tired of always trying to be this put together person. I go to work in a hot kitchen, be a strong man everyday just to be told I’m a stupid girl playing pretend.

I’m expected to socialise and make friends with others around me although everyone just looks at me confused as to what I am. They’re curiosity about what I have under my clothes is the only reason they give me the time of day. It’s interesting, sure, I get it.

But they poke and prod, dissect me for their own entertainment, trying to find something, ANYTHING just to prove that I AM just a stupid girl playing pretend. And they pick me apart. My clothes, my face, my voice, my mannerisms, my walk, my choices, my hair.. It’s never enough. It's never MAN enough for anyone to just leave me the fuck alone.

I’m never anything enough for people to just let me be. I’m always either too much or too little of something. I’m constantly getting told I need to change something about myself for others. It’s never enough to just try and be a better person everyday, it’s never enough to just try and find a shred of happiness, it's never enough to be a work in progress that is trying so hard to grow, it's never enough to just be..

It weighs on you. It suffocates you. It hurts you beyond repair. It smothers you. It absolutely drowns you. It kills you..

At some point you just go numb. You turn cold. You lose all sense of caring about anyone. Their feelings, their thoughts, their needs from you all just slip in one ear and out the other. Your heart just shrivels up into nothing but a husk of what it once was until it’s nothing but dust to the wind. Empty, void, black, never ending nothingness where it once beat so irrevocably hard. You wish for it back. You beg from the feeling of fullness, more than anything you just want that warmth back. But it never comes, it feels like everything has lost all meaning, so you stop wishing. You stop hoping. You stop begging. You stop fighting. You just stop everything.

Everything about you runs on autopilot.

Eating, usually only when your stomach screams about eating itself. Sleeping all the goddamn time unless there’s something you actually have to do. Bathing only when necessary, like physical body health reasons. You don’t go out anymore cause there’s no point, there's no joy in it.. It just looks like wasted money. You lose touch with the people you used to hold dear because keeping up with them just drains more of the little energy you have left. Self care isn't a process you follow anymore because it feels like it doesn’t work on whatever and whoever you are now. So you focus solely on work, it fills time. It gets you outside for at least a little while. It gets you out of your hole for a little while.

Life just becomes a pattern. Wake up, get dressed, maybe eat, shoes and coat on, go to work, get somewhere you can sleep safely in, maybe eat again, mindlessly watch or scroll through something, sleep, do it all again the next day.

It’s hard. It’s lonely. But you do it anyway. What else is there? What else could you do?

This is life now. This is all you have. This is all that’s out there for you.

Sure, you may have a romantic partner through all of this that you could go to about it, but it doesn't feel safe to. They don’t see it anyways. It’s like the moment you start to slip, they all are either looking the other way or their eyes are closed.

But it doesn’t matter anyways, you do all of it by yourself. Why would you do it any other way? The world has shown you that you have to, the world has proven to you that you have to. Why would you do anything different now? You’ve already spent your whole life doing it alone anyways, what’s finishing it the same way, do? Nothing. Exactly. There really doesn’t seem like a point to fighting it now. That’s how the world is, that’s how it’s shaped up for you, this is the space it’s created for you.

What power does a man hold against his upbringing?

What power does a man hold against the world?

What power does a man hold against the universe?

What power does a man hold against a god who has long left his creations to rot?

What power does a man hold against time?

What power does a man hold against himself? Truly?

#poetry #transgender #angst #april 2024

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muddyorbsblr · 2 years ago

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to save her pt1

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration requested by: @my-gf-loki

Summary: When Loki loses a wager against Thor, he has to spend a few hours on Midgard and play by his brother's rules. When he meets you, he suddenly no longer felt too sour about losing.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings [spoilers]: major character death

Things to be aware of: Story takes place in 1990s

"Hogun has developed more various techniques in combat, I am positive he will prevail in this little showcase," Thor declared proudly as he watched his warrior friends engaging in a friendly match for the sake of their training.

Loki simply tutted at his brother in response, confident in his prediction of the outcome was quite different from the god of thunder's. "Fandral's height and arm reach will grant him the advantage he requires to best Hogun in this match, Brother."

"So smug once again, little Brother," the blond god chuckled. "How about we make this more interesting with a wager?"

"I'm in," the god of mischief responded with a taunting tone. "When I win you must spend the remainder of the day as a goose. Only when you retreat to your chambers to sleep for the night will you return to your regular form."

Thor merely laughed heartily at the wager, seemingly self-assured that he would not be partaking in any shapeshifting this fine day. "And when I win, Brother, you will spend until nightfall within Midgard, walking amongst the mortals wearing their tourist apparel."

"Enjoy your time waddling and honking."

"Enjoy your afternoon in Midgard."

The brothers waited with bated breath as the two warriors had exchanged blows, evenly matched with Fandral's agility and Hogun's speed. After a few minutes of metal clanging and lighthearted battle cries, a strangled sound of disbelief echoed across the training field as Hogun stood above Fandral victorious.

"It seems we are off to the Bifrost, Brother. Remember, you must stay until nightfall, and you must walk among the mortals. No scurrying into your libraries and book shops idling the time away. People should see you. I will have Heimdall presiding over this to ensure that you will abide by these rules."

Thor had decided that he would choose where within Midgard Loki would be sent off to, which was how the raven-haired god found himself walking the streets of New York City, perusing the stalls to find a merchant that offered tourist's apparel.

Equipped with some Midgardian currency acceptable in this country, he approached the first merchant he found, grumbling his intent to buy one shirt that ostentatiously stated that the wearer "hearts NY", handing over the amount required to purchase the inferior garment.

"You don't look too happy with your purchase there, buddy," a voice spoke up from somewhere beside him. He looked over to see the one who belonged to that all too casual sounding voice that seemed as if there was sympathy behind her sentiment, but also just the slightest touch of mockery. A combination that he prided himself that only he excelled in; for that reason alone, he wanted to see this person face to face.

When he saw you, he needed to take a moment to compose himself. Truthfully whenever he visited Midgard he never once took the time to properly look at the people walking around him, refusing to take in their features, let alone pay attention to how engrossed they were in such mundanities of their day to day lives.

But one look at you, with your inquisitive doe-like eyes, your hair neatly falling to the middle of your back with half of it pulled back into a nondescript hair tie, eyebrow raised in a clear expression of amusement, and the god who usually had so many words he could tire out any partner in conversation…was at a loss for them. With your elegant features and your almost aristocratic posture, you seemed just as out of place as the Asgardian in this garment store.

"I lost a wager to my brother," he mumbled in explanation, bringing you to begin melodically chuckling in response. "I am to walk these streets adorning this garish garment until nightfall. Apparently a representative of his will be overseeing my activities to ensure that I will be playing by his rules."

"Yikes. Sorry, buddy. Sounds like that sucks a fat one. You have my deepest sympathies." While your words sounded sincere, the smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth remained, compelling Loki to smile at the sight of you despite his efforts to remain stoic…or even surly at the predicament he was about to find himself in.

"And what of you, milady? What brings you to this establishment of kitschy garments?"

"Milady?" you questioned in awe. "I have never met anyone who actually used that unless they were playing a bit. You're not an actor, are you? Going a little too method into your role there?" He furrowed his eyebrows at you, shaking his head in response. "Huh. Maybe I just haven't met too many people across the pond then. Gotta change that one of these days…" you trailed off before lightly hitting your head with the bottom of your palm. "Oh, right. What brings me here. Well my aunt and uncle are in town and I've been assigned with getting them some Big Apple souvenirs. So much fun…not."

The god nearly felt the sharp pang of loss as you approached the merchant to purchase the garments you'd chosen for your relatives. He wasn't quite ready to conclude your conversation yet; your presence had not been as grating as that of the other people he'd encountered in this realm. He could stand to be around you a few more minutes. Hours even. He was even willing to explore the possibility of spending days around you, if you'd let him.

When you turned around to face him, he braced himself for the inevitable farewell. Never having even gotten your name. But then your next words had his heart beating a little harder in his chest. "So you have to walk around here for a few hours, huh?" He nodded mutely at your question. "Well then, I have a few hours to kill. Honestly just prolonging the inevitable inquisition from relatives that just revolve around why I gained weight or why I'm perpetually single, and I will gladly put that off until the second coming of Christ so…you want some company?"

You were offering to accompany him? Willingly? What had he done today that had the Norns smiling down on him so? "I--I would love some company," he stammered, clearing his throat and trying to smoothen his suddenly rough voice.

The smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth had affected him so strangely; he could swear that he could feel himself beginning to yearn. All he knew at that moment was that he wanted to see that smile again, that he wanted to give you reason after reason to smile in his presence. "Well, I always think that it's a terrible idea to be in the company of strangers, so let's fix that real quick, shall we?" You held your hand out to him. "I'm Y/N."

He took your hand in his, but instead of shaking it, he turned it over in his grasp and bent down to press his lips to your knuckles. "Hello, Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Loki."

You spent the next few hours walking down the length of Broadway, and the god found himself given the rare opportunity to talk to someone without being interrupted or being told to stop because he'd gone off on tangent after tangent. No. Instead, he'd found that at every detour his stories had taken, you'd listened and followed right along with him, asking questions that further proved to him that you were just as engaged in the exercise as he was.

When he saw that the sun had nearly fully set and the city had begun to be shrouded by the night sky, a heavy weight had settled over his heart, the disappointment over his time with you coming to a close sinking in. It was clear from your expression that to some degree, you shared the same sentiment. "Looks like it's time to rejoin the land of the nosy relatives," you grumbled.

"Well that may very well just be the beautifully tragic thing about family and the double edged sword that is unconditional love."

You shook your head at him in clear disagreement. "I don't believe that love should be unconditional. Gives people cute ideas. You tell them that you love them and that you'll be there for them no matter what and suddenly they find themselves testing the limits just to see if there really are none. Unconditional love means that someone can exploit and abuse that love, and at the end of the day you'll still be there, gluing the very same heart that they shattered back together to hand it back over to them. I refuse to ever let anyone have that power over me. Even family."

Once again Loki found himself taken aback at your response, having him believe that you were far from Midgardian after all. These humans thrived on the idea of that type of love, wrote such poignant literature about it, some even died for it, and here you were refusing to succumb to the concept of it. Choosing to be rational instead.

An approach that he agreed with, an outlook on the universe that he shared.

Before he could process the words, they slipped out of his mouth. "I like you, Y/N."

His outburst of sentiment had you breaking out into a beaming grin. "I like you, too, Loki." You briefly took his hand in yours, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go once more. "If ever you're in town again, look me up. My last name's Y/L/N. I work in the Oracle building in Manhattan. Near Central Park."

And then, as if you hadn't blindsided him enough times today already, you did so one final time, as you stepped closer to him, stood on the tips of your toes, and lightly pressed your lips to his cheek. "Until next time," you whispered, before promptly turning around and walking away from him.

Next time, he thought to himself, allowing a smile to ghost across his features.

When Thor was once again feeling confident about setting up a wager against his brother, this time over a duel between Volstagg and Hogun, Loki found himself looking for the less likely outcome and placing his confidence behind that. His intention was clear only to himself: He wished to lose so that he may have a reason to visit Midgard again. To see you again.

"Next time" had finally come.

He held back a knowing smile as he watched Hogun win once again, ready to revisit Midgard again. Ready to look for you. Thor had decided that for this visit, he would need to sit in a coffee shop and fully engage in conversation with any mortal that approached him. There were to be no illusion casting to fool the mortal, no mentally disconnecting from the conversation. He was to be fully present.

Not an hour later, Loki found himself in New York once again, observing the city dwellers how they proceeded to communicate with one another, and shortly after stepped into a phone booth to peruse the directory for one Y/N Y/L/N. It was just after the luncheon hour when he situated himself upon a seat in a cafe close to the structure displaying the name Oracle on its facade.

He passed the time nursing a cup of coffee, watching the door as the humans filed in. Perhaps he'd missed his window? Had he taken too long searching for your building?

"Hey, stranger." His gaze snapped up at the sound of your voice, a smile finding its way to his face at the sight of you. "This is a nice surprise."

To say that he was elated at the turn of events, to have you be the first mortal that approached him, albeit he did have to mastermind this "chance encounter" in order to increase the chances of it being so, was an understatement. He invited you to join him for a coffee, which quickly turned into two and a shared slice of cake, as you talked about your duties and aspirations in life.

How despite what the realm thought about him he didn't wish to be King, but rather only to be given the opportunity to aid in the betterment of the Nine. To be seen as more than simply a troublemaker. He had more to offer than wiles and tricks; he could provide council, strategize, even fight with the best of them. If only he were to actually be given a chance to prove it.

Once again you listened intently, even held his hand through portions of his story, telling him how these people were fools who failed to see in knowing him for majority of his life what you'd seen within a few hours of being in his company. You told him how you could see that he was brilliant, that if you were in the place of these people who clearly desperately required council you'd seek out someone objectively intelligent, rather than just someone you were familiar with.

"These people don't deserve you, Loki," you said softly, keeping your hand within his gentle grasp. "And you deserve so much better."

At your words he found himself yearning for that better to perhaps be a life with you. It mattered not where it would be, whether it be Midgard or Asgard or anywhere in the Nine Realms. He knew it irrational to think such thoughts upon knowing you for barely a heartbeat in his extensive lifetime, but he so desperately longed for that life regardless. And even more desperately, he longed for you to want that life as well.

He looked to the sky to allow himself a brief interlude from your piercing gaze, dread setting in as he saw the sun beginning to set. "Darling, I have to apologize, it seems I've held you from your duties for an extended period. I would understand if you need to--"

"Don't worry about it," you dismissed his concerns so casually. "Nobody in that office notices a woman's presence until she makes a mistake." A rueful smirk colored your features as you finished your statement with, "And I haven't made any mistakes so far. So I'm blissfully invisible."

He reached across the table to lightly hold your chin with his free hand. "You're far too beguiling to be invisible, dear Y/N." You let out a warm exhale against his thumb when he lightly ran it across your bottom lip. "A woman like yourself deserves to be seen."

"Well maybe I should only be seen by the right people," you murmured in response, your gaze unwavering in its intensity as it locked onto the god's. "Are you only here again until nightfall?"

He could feel the melancholia setting over your heads like a taunting shroud, a ticking clock waiting to chime and bring you both out of the little pocket of peace you'd found in this little cafe. "I'm afraid so, dear Y/N." He shifted his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking along your cheekbone. The ache in his heart intensified as you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as if you were relishing this very moment the same as he was. "I wish to see you again. Soon," he uttered before he could hold back the words.

Your eyes opened and met his once more, shining with a fondness that threatened to steal the air from his lungs if he stared for too long. Which he was; he couldn't find it in himself to look away. "I would like that very much." You reached into your bag and handed him a large rectangular device. "If you find yourself with plans to visit again, call me before you do. It's the only number programmed on there anyway, and it's not like the company would miss one phone from stock. Call me, and I'll take the day off work."

Your Highness, it is time. Your brother is anxiously awaiting your return, Heimdall's voice echoed in Loki's mind. It was as if you'd heard the voice as well because you stood up from your seat and walked over to his side of the table.

"Until next time, I suppose," you said softly, placing your hand on his shoulder and leaning in to press a kiss on his cheek.

"Next time," he muttered, looking upon you with longing coating his every word as he watched you walk out of the establishment to return to your duties. He looked to the sky and addressed Heimdall. "Not a word to my brother about her."

"Brother, I am convinced you are intentionally losing now. How have you wagered wrong thrice in a row? I believe you much more analytical than that," Thor goaded as Loki once again lost in wagering on the outcome of a sparring match between Volstagg and Fandral this time.

"Perhaps you do not give yourself enough credit, Brother," the god of mischief remarked in an attempt to deflect his brother's train of thought. "It is pitiable that you would rather believe I was losing intentionally rather than that you were genuinely triumphant."

"Say what you wish, Brother, but I know you better than you might think. Not only did you lose for the third time in our little wagers, but you seem…delighted that you'd lost." He gasped in such an animated manner that Loki compared him to a child…perhaps a toddler, who'd been given a few too many sweets at the table. "You met someone on Midgard, didn't you?"

The raven-haired god blanched at how quickly he'd come to the right thought. "I know not what you're talking about, Brother," he mumbled.

"Nonsense. Tell me about her." He glared at Thor. "Him?" More glaring. "Come on, Loki. At least tell me one thing about this Midgardian."

"There is no Midgardian," he lied through gritted teeth. His brother always somehow found a way to obtain the things he desired for himself; he couldn’t entirely blame it on Thor, for it was simply the way of nature. People liked his jovial disposition especially when put in stark contrast to Loki's. All he longed for was that he could prolong that inevitability and keep you for himself just a little while longer.

"So you obtained that archaic-looking device from Midgard for what then? Sentimentality?" The sarcasm was dripping from the god of thunder's voice as Loki dialed the only number programmed in the device, laughing boisterously as he received an even more pointed glare from his brother. "Listen, Brother, don't tell me about this person if you wish. I can remain content in at least knowing you have someone who lights you up the way you are now."

"Hello?" a voice spoke from the device. Your voice. "Loki? Is that you?"

He quickly brought the device up to his ear, speaking into the bottom of it. "Y/N. Yes it's me. You said to call once I have plans of visiting again. I should be there within the next two hours. Is it too short of a notice for—"

"Not at all." He could nearly hear you smiling as you said the words. "I'll call in sick for work today and you'll call me when you get here?"

"That sounds excellent, darling." He turned his back to Thor so that he wouldn't see the smile growing on his face. "I look forward to spending the day—" A feeling of dread settled over him as he heard the sound of skidding tires and horns blaring over from your end of the call, first distant but quickly increasing in volume…and proximity.

"Loki?" you said softly, the dread and confusion audible in your tone. The final words he heard from you before the sound of metal crunching like cheap aluminum came through to his end. Followed by the sound of your device hitting the ground.

"Y/N?" he choked out. Part of him already knew you wouldn't answer, but he had to try regardless. "Darling?" His voice was barely audible. There was nothing but sirens and panicked voices that all melded together as he heard his pulse drumming violently in his ears.

All he knew as he felt Thor's hand clap over his shoulder, the device dropping from his hand just as his knees hit the hard floor of his chambers, was that his world had shattered around him.

A/N: Ngl writing the last bit broke me a little because the precious bb was so happy he was gonna see her again and then…🥲😭

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devine-star · 2 years ago

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*hears someone accepting eddie munson smut* *crawls out from the floorboards like some kind of demon monster*

eddie x male/mtf smut featuring overstimulation or orgasm denial i beg of you 🧎🏻

Eddie Munson x FTM!Reader

Warnings: Use of the T-slur (I am trans myself so, I feel okay using it), SMUT! Overstimulation, descriptions of fem genitals, bullying, use of weed and alcohol, dirty talk, spanking, choking, reader receiving oral.

Note: All other names besides Eddie and Y/n are fake!

Y/n stood at the entrance to the gym, his heart pounding.

'You can do this...' he pep talked himself up for roughly five minutes before pulling the doors open. All the girls truned to look in his direction and stopped whatever routine they were practing, staring at Y/n HARD.

He tried his best to act natural as he set down his gym bag calling out a small 'Hey girls!' Listening as his voice echoed back at him.

"L/n!" The coach yelled angrily stomping her way over to the person in question.

"Y-Yeah?" He stood up straight facing the red faced brunette.

"What happened to your hair!" Y/n reached up to touch his hair for a moment, he had cut it short; REAL short.

"I-uh..." The girls gathered around and began talking while pointing and giggling in his direction. "I cut it." The coach rolled her eyes before crossing her arms "I can see that! Why?!" But before Y/n could open his mouth to reply one of the girls behind the two yelled out "You look like a boy!" Causing laughter to fill the gym and bounce back into Y/n's ears.

The coached calmed the girls down before turning back to Y/n who had tears of embaressment falling down his face "You think you're a boy don't you?" The venom in the coaches voice was enough to kill a full grown man.

Y/n flinched before nodding slowly.

Rolling her eyes saying "I will-" the coach reached over to snatch the uniform that Y/n was holding in his hands causing him to jump in fear "NOT! Have a-a....TRANNY! On my cheerleading team! Get out!" She pointed to the door.

Y/n followed the given instructions, running out of the gym with tears streaming down his face.

Ever since that day, Y/n's reputation was ruined. He felt like he did the wrong thing by coming out but he also felt better! His parents didn't mind it; his father even joking saying he always wanted a son.

But at school? Y/n was tortured. Almost everyday he'd get split balls thrown his way or even smelly shit stuffed into his locker with the slur he hated so much.

One day he even came to school and in big bold black marker "Tranny" Was scrolled across his locker; he felt hopeless.

The only people that didn't treat him like shit was his small group of friends he made; they even invited him to their D&D nights! It was awesome!

But there was one person in that group that stood out to him, Eddie Munson. Now, Eddie has ALWAYS stood out to Y/n.

His style of clothing and music were interesting. He was known as the 'Freak'.

Y/n never had a chance to get close to him due to his popular status as a cheerleader but now that he was a little nobody, he was finally growing closer to Eddie.

Eddie was there when Y/n tried weed for the first time; babysat Y/n as he felt the room spinning around him almost vomiting on himself multiple times. After that night, Eddie never really let Y/n smoke as much as he did then.

Eddie was also there when Y/n tried alcohol for the first time. Once again being the mans babysitter as he tried to run off from the bonfire party they were at; even helped him with his hangover the next day!

All these things made Y/n's heart skip a beat. The cute little moments when Y/n would watch Eddie getting lost in his music, softly humming along to whatever song he was playing. Whenever Eddie would go on drunken rants about how 'People in this town wouldn't know good music if it punched them in the face!'

Little did Y/n know, Eddie had his own moments like that.

The night that Y/n got too high, sure Eddie was scared but at the same time he found the cute little giggles that Y/n would let out every now and then from the buzzed feeling would make his face warm up quickly.

Or even the night at the bonfire party when Eddie ran after Y/n into the forest. The two tripped over the same log in the dark and ended up rolling down a hill of grass; hearing the loud and happy laughter of a drunken Y/n sobered Eddie up really quick as he watched his new found friend roll in the grass babbling about how Eddie had grass in his hair.

Everything little quirk that Y/n had, Eddie found endearing. To the way his nose would sometimes schrunch up when he laughed or the way he would slap Eddie on the shoulder if he said something a bit too graphic during a joking session.

The two were falling for each other quickly but didn't quite notice it yet.

But for now, the two men were laying in Eddie's bed passing a blunt back and forth while they ranted about how stupid Y/n's old friends are.

"And dude! I didn't even notice how much of a DICK Daniel is until now!" Turning to look at Y/n Eddie smiled "Yeah?" Y/n nodded passing the blunt back to him.

"Yeah! The dude would harrass me 24 fucking 7! Constantly asking for my number and wanting a date like dude!" Y/n laughed shaking his head.

"I did hear his friends were fucking with him after you came out," Eddie mumbled taking the blunt between his lips before inhaling deeply. "People were calling him gay," Releasing the smoke Eddie chuckled to himself.

"Yeah well, I know for a FACT that he is at LEAST bisexual." Eddie turned to look at Y/n with raised eyebrows "He got caught by the coach making out with-Get this-Markus!" Eddie sat up quickly with a look of shock "Markus?!" Y/n nodded.

"As in...'best baseball player of Hawkin's high' Markus?" Y/n couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up his throat "Yes!" Eddie shook his head as his own laugh mixed with Y/n's; sounding the a symphony to his hear as it always did.

Snubbing out the blunt after Y/n denied wanting anymore, the two laid in bed again. This time in comfortable silence as they enjoyed their combined highs.

Y/n slowly turned to look at Eddie as he stared up at the ceiling; his face flushing as he stared.

Admiring the way Eddie's nose curved and the way his jaw looked at this angle, Y/n wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch the scruff that was growing on Eddie's jaw. The thought of kissing along Eddie's jaw, feeling the scruff against his lips and cheek as he went flashed across Y/n's mind; deepening the flushed color on his cheeks.

More dirty thoughts came flooding into Y/n's mind as if a dam was just broken releasing gallons of water onto an unsuspecting town.

Thoughts of how it would feel to have that scruffy jaw rubbing against Y/n's inner thighs, how it would feel to grip Eddie's hair as Y/n rode his face, or even how it would feel to have Eddie's ringed fingers wrapping around Y/n's throat as he-

"Y/n?" Jumping as if he'd just been shot Y/n stuttered out "Huh?! Uh-y-yeah?" Eddie was now facing him, a look in his eyes that Y/n couldn't quite nail.

"You okay?" Y/n nodded quickly chuckling nervously "Ye-Yeah! I'm....I'm good," Eddie chuckled, noticing that Y/n's body language had changed.

"You were...just staring at me," Eddie glanced down towards Y/n's legs smirking as he added "And rubbing your thighs together,"

Groaning while covering his face Y/n listened as Eddie began laughing "Weed got you horny huh?" Smacking Eddie on the chest groaning "Oh my Gooood!" While laughing Y/n sat up, crossing his legs together.

"It's nothing to be embarassed about! Weed does that to me too sometimes," Glancing over his shoulder Y/n took in Eddie's relaxed form.

Arms behind his head, chest rising and falling slowly, his white t-shirt raised up a bit revealing his happy trail, and the sweatpants that hung on his hips; Eddie has never looked more attractive than he did right now.

Catching Y/n's eye, Eddie smirked up at him "Like whatcha see?" Y/n nodded dumbly as he stared almost star struck.

With his heart beating loudly in his ears Eddie decided to take a chance; this could end really well or really bad.

"I can gurentee I taste a lot better than I look,"

Y/n seemed to move without his brain telling him as he climbed across Eddie's body to smash his lips into the other's. Eddie gasped sitting up slightly wrapping his arms around Y/n's waist pulling him closer while Y/n's hands got lost in Eddie's curls.

Small whines slipped from each man's throat as the kiss began to get more heated, teeth knocking against each other and tongues mixing; neither really cared.

Y/n moved his lips across Eddie's jaw, finally feeling the scuff against his face relishing at how it felt.

"Oh fuck..." Eddie gasps as Y/n began biting and sucking deep marks into his neck as his breath became quicker; allowing his hands to roam.

Y/n's hand slid under Eddie's shirt before pulling away to gently tug on the hem of it "Is this okay?" Eddie smiled at him for a moment before nodding "It's more than okay,"

Eddie's shirt was discarded along with Y/n's.

Y/n's movements stopped when Eddie's hands ghosted over the ace bandages around his chest "You said you wouldn't bind this way anymore..." he mumbles "It's dangerous," Y/n blushed looking down nodding a bit.

"Then take it off for me,"

Groaning Eddie quickly unclipped the clasp to the ace bandages before unraveling the wrap, tossing it to join their shirts on the floor. He then stopped as his hands overed over Y/n's chest looking up at him for permission.

Y/n bit his lip for a moment before nodding slowly; he may hate his chest but his need to feel Eddie's mouth on him won over that part of his mind pretty quickly.

A small hum was what Eddie heard as he gently grasped at Y/n's chest. Sitting up Eddie took one of Y/n's nipples into his mouth swirling his tongue around it enjoying the moan he was rewarded with.

Eddie himself moaned as Y/n's began grinding his hips down on his "Shit Eds..." Eddie gripped Y/n's waist helping him get a good rythem; rocking Y/n's hip back and forth giving them both the friction they so desperatly needed.

Pulling away Eddie slowly stopped Y/n's hips watching as the other man looked at him confused "I need you to tell me you actually want this, and that isn't just because you're stoned." Y/n gulped as he nodded his head frantically.

"I need this....I need this so bad Eds," The desperation in Y/n's voiced made Eddie's cock twitch in his pants. Wrapping his arms around Y/n once against before flipping the cards so now Eddie was leaning over Y/n he smirked "I'm glad I'm not the only one,"

Smashing their lips together once again while sliding his hand down Y/n's body to his jeans. With shaking hands Eddie popped the button open undoing the zipper. Y/n gasped as he felt Eddie's hands slid into his boxer breifs to slowly rub circles on his clit.

Leaning his head back while his hips bucked slightly, Eddie watched and enjoyed the faces and noises Y/n was making.

"Fuck baby, keep making those noises," Eddie quickly taking Y/n's pants off. Moving so he was between Y/n's thighs "Gonna make you feel so good," he mumbles pressing open mouthed kisses to Y/n's inner thighs. Lifting his head to watch as Eddie teased a bit by licking one long stripe along Y/n's inner thigh. "Don't tease me now baby," Chuckling as Y/n's pushed his hips towards Eddie's face; Eddie quickly began his work.

Taking Y/n into his mouth and swirling his tongue quickly "Oh-Oh fuck!" Y/n moaned loudly reached his hands down to grip Eddie's head, pushing him closer to his body as his hips rolled into Eddie's mouth. "That's it baby," Y/n panted.

Y/n's moaned spurred Eddie on as his slid on finger inside, curling it quickly to hear Y/n's moans and whines go up an octive; loving the feeling of Y/n pulling on his hair.

"Shit!"

All the sounds Y/n was making was going straight to Eddie's dick in his pants, needing some sort of stimulation Eddie began grinding against the mattress.

The movement of Eddie's hips caught Y/n's eye, he smirked looking down at the man between his legs before panting out "You gettin off to this?"

Eddie looked up through his lashes before nodding slighty "Such a dirty boy you are," Y/n said jokingly but raised his eyebrows as Eddie's head pulled away from him to moan loudly while roughly grinding against the matress harder.

"Didn't know you were into that Eddie," Y/n leaned back as Eddie slowly stood licking his lips clean before pulling his sweatpants down "Uh...I didn't either honestly," He blushed moving to grab a condom from his desk drawer. Eddie slowly rolled the condom on, moaning softly while stroking himself.

Y/n blushed watching the dirty scene in front of him. Never in a million years would he have thought THIS would happen but man was he glad it was.

"You just gonna stand there?" Eddie laughed a bit "I could," He shrugged.

"I could also go home and finish the job myself," Y/n teased back watching as Eddie quickly shook his head crawling back onto the bed.

"Don't you fucking dare," Laughing a bit Y/n allowed Eddie to pull his legs upwards, letting his calves rest on Eddie's shoulders. The two were silent until Eddie lined up and pushed himself inside of Y/n, closing his eyes and whining about how tight Y/n felt around him.

Leaning down so his full weight was on his hands; allowing Y/n's legs to fall on either side of him Eddie slowly began thrusting. Watching himself disapear inside of Y/n for a moment before looking up at the man he has come to love. "I-Oh shit," Eddie moaned speeding himself up.

"I..I''ve wanted this for a while," he admitted watching as Y/n nodded with his face contorted; mouth open and eyes clenched shut tightly. "Oh god, don't stop Eds! Pleaseee" Y/n whined gripping onto Eddie's bicepes tightly.

"I won't baby," Leaning down Eddie began sucking on Y/n's neck, groaning into it a few times before mumbling "Want everyone to know you're spoken for," His speed increasing along with Y/n's volume in moaning.

"I-I'm yours baby!" Y/n called out desperately.

"Fuck Y/n...Oh shit," Eddie whines burying his neck into Y/n's collarbone "More dirty talk...please!"

Y/n blushed moving his hands onto Eddie's back as he began spouting off whatever came to his mind "You've thought about doing this havent you?" Eddie nodded slightly.

"Thought about using me to get off huh? Such a dirty boy, thinking of your friend like that," Eddie whines repeating what Y/n had just said "I'm a dirty boy..."

"Guess that makes me a dirty boy too cause-AH!- I've thought of this too," Y/n admitted. Eddie groaned giving a few particularly hard thrusts before practically begging "What did you do? Please tell me..."

Taking a deep, yet stuttered breath, Y/n softly spoke "Used one of your shirts to jerk off," Eddie's moans went up in an octive at the vision of Y/n grinding against one of his shirts popped into his head.

"Even...jerked off here before when you did a beer run, smelling your hoodie as I did it," "Fuck! Y/n!" Eddie groaned loudly, fulling losing himself in the feeling moving back to grip Y/n's hips as he pistioned his hips quickly while angling Y/n's hips.

"Oh fuck! Eddie there please!" Y/n's train of thought was cut off as he felt the new angle Eddie was fucking him in.

The only thing on Eddie's mind right now was how good Y/n felt around him and the dirty images in his brain; he wanted to make Y/n feel so good. Reaching down between their bodies Eddie began quickly rubbing Y/n's clit mumbling to himself "Need to feel you cum around me...need it,"

Y/n arched his back reaching down for Eddie's other hand, linking their fingers together as he felt his orgasm coming like a fraight train.

No words were able to come from Y/n as he felt himself tip over the edge into pure bliss. Stars coming across his vision as his eyes rolled back; a strangle moan like yell ripped from his throat.

This spured Eddie on further, feeling Y/n tighten around him and the feeling of his pussy pusling. Eddie needed to feel it again. "Eds...I-" Y/n gasped as Eddie gripped either side of his throat "Gonna make you cum one more time baby boy, need to feel you cum again please"

Y/n couldn't help but moan and agree; he too wanting more.

Pulling out quickly Eddie flipped Y/n onto his stomach pulling his ass into the air before slipping back in. Y/n screamed in pleasure at this new angle, dropping his head onto the pillow as Eddie gripped his hair tightly in a fist.

"Holy Fuck!" Eddie felt himself close to cumming but something in his brain held him off, he needed to feel Y/n cum one more time; show him how much he wanted nothing but Y/n's pleasure.

Once again Eddie reached around and began toying with Y/n's clit, enjoying the broken moans and sobs that slipped from his lips. "That's right baby, cry for me," Eddie mumbled looking down at Y/n's face as he sobbed in pure pleasure.

"No one could ever fuck you better than me huh?" Eddie rambled smirking as Y/n called out a confirmation. "Not even Daniel could make you feel this good huh babyboy?"

Y/n's legs began shaking as overstimulation was setting in but damn it this feel too good to stop. Eddie reached a hand back bringing down onto Y/n's ass, enjoying the jolt he got from the man below him; doing it a few more times until Y/n cried out cumming for a second time.

Watching Y/n's body give out along with feeling him clench tightly for a second time was enough to push Eddie over the edge. Groaning loudly he stilled inside of Y/n grunting softly and whining as he came harder than he has ever before.

Y/n whined as the feeling of Eddie pulling out was painful; his head spinning not even noticing Eddie leave the room on shakey legs. When Eddie return he had a glass of water, a snack, and a warm rag.

"Shh, I know baby. I gotta clean you up," Eddie calmed Y/n's whines as he gently cleaned him before tossing the rag to the floor to be picked up the next day. Crawling into the bed Eddie pulled Y/n into his arms bringin the glass of water to his mouth "Open," Y/n listened drinking half the glass before laying his head back onto Eddie chest sighing softly.

"Want this now or later?" Eddie voice was soft and full of love as he held up the little pack of cookies. "Later," Y/n rasped closing his eyes listening to Eddie's heartbeat. "Okay baby, sleep for now," Pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead Eddie then whispered "I love you,"Y/n smiled sleepily "I love you too Eds,"

#Eddie Munson x male reader #Eddie Munson x male reader smut #Eddie Munson x ftm!Reader #Eddie Munson x ftm!Reader smut

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little-nugget-writes-stufff · 2 years ago

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Okay this is part 2 of

If only we could spend more time together,

Our beloved creator~

Its been quite a while since your return to your own world. Its been nice being back with your friends and family (and not being hunted down) but for a while you stopped playing genshin.

Everyone on the tevyat had gotten used to it by now, you abandonned them, and they deserved it. They killed you and your friend. Or at least so they thought. But slowly you started missing playing the game, so you thought why not start again? I mean what harm could it cause?

And the people were overjoyed! Your divine gaze was watching them again! Usually you'd speak to them but you kept quiet. But you ofcourse didn't forget what they did. So instead of your sweet voice speaking about all it could think about. It turned cold and most of the time silent. It scared the acolythes to hear you warn them to not bring your there again. now ofcourse you didn't mean that but you didn't wanna feel the pain of being stabbed once again. But slowly with time you started to talk again (only to those who did not cause harm) (and yes reader used to speak to the characters about whatever your brain could think of) wich caused a little bit of rivalry between the people. I mean why would you not speak to the people you always had held so close?

One day your friend storms into your room with a beautiful letter in their hand, saying your name was on it. Wait why did you have a letter- why not sent a text. As you open it and read the letter

Hello divine creator

I know you wont forget all what we did, but we all miss ur beautiful voice blessing our ears when hearing it. Better said we miss all of you. We are begging for you to return and give us another chance to make things better and to face whatever punishment you have in mind. I did this without the others knowing of my actions so please do not punish them for my little stunt

-nahida

You look at the paper in horror. How did they do that. But hold up nahida did this? She didn't do anything? But that was also a problem. Even the people that didn't try and hunt you down, they did nothing to stop them. They just left you to rot alone. "(Nickname) whats with that look? Let me see that"

You see their expression change from happy to a one full of shock. "Y/n what are you gonna do with this" yet you did not hear this. What are you gonna do, do they have the power to forcefully get you there, what if you do go what would happen- "Y/N!" You snap out of your thoughts and see your friend. "What am i gonna do (friends name)?!" "Wait if they could hear my voice then i might be able to-

"y/n if they all hear your voice when speaking it would be impossible to speak in private with the person that wrote it"

Oh shit they were right. If they all heard your voice then how would you speak with nahida about the letter. "What if i went back in secret? Wait no then they could think im an imposter again"

"what if we change your look?"

"sounds good i guess but-"

You cut yourself off when seeing a green light appear in front of you.

They had to. The people were going crazy because of them not being spoken to. Or atleast the ones that were not spoken to. Nahida only tried doing the best for them and reach out to you.

You start walking backwards from the light until hearing Nahida's soft voice.

"Hello divine one, im so sorry for bothering you and i know you dont want anything to do with tevyat and the people that hurt you but ever since you only speak to the ones that didn't harm you its broke out in utter chaos between the people. Im only asking for your help this time and then you can go back. I promise we wont bother you after that".

You were in shock. Chaos? Because of you? You started to feel guilty because of it.

"i will fix what i cause and then get back, do we have a deal?". Your friend looks at you in shock. "Are you really gonna risk it?" You turn to your friend "if i truly caused that then it would also be my duty to solve it wouldnt it?" Your friends nods.

"Okay are you ready?"

"yes"

AAAAND THATS IT FOR THIS PART :D

#genshin sagau #genshin impact #SAGAU #Genshin nahida

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sushis-wild-imagination · 2 years ago

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Over a Decade Series - Drabble

Let's Play Pretend - Seungcheol X Reader

Summary: Fake dating to stop the questions from nosy aunts at a cousin's wedding.

Part of the Over a Decade Series

Seventeen Masterlist <3

“Just this one time, please y/n”

Seungcheol asked you, no, begged you.

“You want to pretend to go out because your aunts are going to be on your back about it at a cousins wedding? Cmon”

You were at Seungcheol’s apartment, you only came by to watch a movie and now here he was, making absurd demands.

“What’s the deal? It’s just for a day and they know you! You know them, especially that one aunt that gave you those candies you ate and puked when you were 9, remember?”

You and cheol have been best friends since you were 5. You really knew each other and your extended families.

You make a disgusting face at the memory. “She definitely poisoned me” you mumble.

“What do I get out of this?” You ask.

He paces around to come up with a deal you’d take. He suddenly claps his hand, hes got it.

“I’ll drive you around” he smiles at you brightly.

He hated driving you around. Damn, He was desperate. His aunts were a work of art, they would really hold him down for hours asking him why a handsome man like him doesn’t have a girlfriend. He was only 24, but they really want the next wedding to be his.

You give him a look like that’s not enough.

“For a year” he adds looking at your ll drive you around for a year, anywhere you want, anytime you want”

You smirk a little bit. Now that sounds like a good plan, Cheol driving you to work everyday for the next year sounded really good in your head.

“Okay deal” you take his handshake and he jumps saying “YES!”

“One full year” you remind him again.

“Yes ma’am” he bows and tips his invisible hat.

It was the day of this cousins wedding, Cheol was driving you.

You were nervous? For some reason, you didn’t even know why. You were anticipating what kind of questions you’d get. Cheol already told his parents he was bringing you. He didn’t lie to them though,

“Stop bouncing your leg” he says without looking at you.

You stop almost immediately.

“Im nervous, oddly”

Seungcheol giggles. “My aunt won’t give candies that will give you food poisoning”

“Oh god, I hope she doesn’t, I’m not taking anything from her” you shudder.

You finally reach the wedding venue, you straighten your dress out as you get out of the car.

“Thanks for driving” you bow and talk like a child at Cheol playfully.

“It’s okay” he bows back, talking back to you like a child and chuckles.

“We started dating 6 months ago” he reminds you, the lie you set up for his aunts.

“You liked me first” you add on to the lie, as a matter of pride. He rolls his eyes but agrees.

“Ready?” He says coming next to you and holding his hand out for you to take.

You nod and take his hand.

Let the show begin.

You walk into the venue, decorated heavily with flowers, its like perfume hit your face as soon as you walked in. But the actual wedding was in a terrace of the building.

You went around saying ‘Hi’ to people and met Cheol’s parents first.

“What are you doing here y/n?” His mom asks and welcomes you in a hug.

“No really, cheol what am I doing here?” You mutter through your teeth once you pull back that only he can hear. He elbows your side to shut you up.

“She was…” he thinks up a lie. “Bored and free..”

“So I asked her if she wants to tag along and its free food, why would she say no?” He teases and you almost put him in a headlock infront of all these people. For now only fake smiling did the job.

“You look pretty Y/N, Seungcheol your aunts were asking for you, they’re somewhere there” his mom says pointing at a direction and both of your eyes wander in that direction automatically to get this deal done with.

Once you greeted his parents and were left alone, it was your turn to elbow him. “Free food? Really?”

“What else could I have said” He chuckles and drags you by the hand to meet the next set of people. You’re left staring at your hands together.

“Aigoo Seungcheolah” this snap you out of your gaze.

This older lady spots him and almost runs to your direction, followed by two more women her age. You greet them when they come to you. One of them squished his face telling him how mature and how handsome he looked.

“And who might this be?” She asks and looks you up and down.

Seungcheol clears his throat. “My..my girlfriend”

“Our little Cheol has a girlfriend? That’s lovely, what's your name?”

“Y/n” you softly introduce yourself hiding a little behind cheols arm, clutching on to it for dear life, feeling terribly shy infront of new people.

“Ah right, I have seen you before, haven’t I?” One of the ladies asks and Cheol nods.

“She was the kid I used to play it when you had come over for a week a lot of years ago” Seungcheol explains, his hand surprisingly not leaving yours.

“Ah right, you’ve grown up so well” she says, taking your hands in hers.

“How is our Seungcheol, does he treat you well? Give you flowers?” One of the ladies asks you and you decide to play around.

Silence.

You didn’t know what to say, but you had to say something.

“No! He never does” you say in full seriousness.

His aunt smacks his arm. “You should treat her well, get her flowers”

This almost makes you laugh out loud, you had this power now, you realized.

“Yes! And he’s always working” you say pouting a bit, acting like you’re complaining to his aunt, taking full advantage, stealing playful glances at Cheol.

If his eyes could talk he was saying ‘you’re so dead’

“Work will keep happening, you have to pay attention to your lover” his aunt scolds him. You couldn’t hold in the laughter anymore.

“I do- i do pay attent- YAH!” He was trying to form a sentence but looked at your holding in laughter.

“What is this language yah - ja, it won’t do, talk to her better” one of the aunts repeats and smack his arm again.

You enjoyed this more than you should have.

One of the aunties pulls her phone out like she had to get a picture of this solely because the picture she had of the both of you was so old, she said she’d like to update the photo.

She asks you to stand next to each other. And you did. Like friends would, you almost even threw up a peace sign.

“You don’t have to be shy, you can hold each other, pretend we’re not here” one of the other aunts teases and you were furiously blushing looking at the floor. “Is this worth cheol the personal uber driver” you mutter to yourself before standing closer to him.

You could feel his arm snake behind you holding you by the waist as you hesitantly put your free hand on his torso, shifting on your side.

While they were fanning over young love and becoming nostalgic about their own love lives, you and Cheol stood there awkwardly, not used to being this close so consciously. Usually skinship was easy with Cheol but now that you were pretending to date, the context made things awkward.

You end up seeing that one strand of hair flying away from the rest of the hair on his forehead, your hand subconsciously goes to fix it only because it bothered you and distracted you. He turns his head to you, not realizing what you’re touching his face for.

Click!

“Ah this is such a lovely picture of the both of you” the aunt with her phone out tells you.

“Kiss him on the cheek, I’ll get another cute picture”

You both freeze. What?

You need to be drunk to do this.

Cheol knows he can’t say no to his aunts, it’ll just go to become a whole conversation about not being affectionate enough with his ‘girlfriend’ he really didn’t want a lecture in love, especially from his aunts.

He turns his head to you and presses a soft kiss to your head instead. It wasn’t a kiss but it was also enough to get the older ladies off his back.

“I’ve got such lovely pictures” she says and you walk back over to them to see the pictures.

They really were very cute pictures.

“You both look so good together”

You really did look good together.

You smile at the aunt as you get those pictures sent to your phone. The aunt then slyly hands you a chocolate she probably found on one of the tables. You smile at her while Cheol is holding in so much laughter. It was like deja vu from years ago.

“See you at your wedding” she says smiling and walks off.

You immediately give cheol a look and he is laughing out loud almost falling to the ground.

You open the wrap and try to shove the candy down his throat.

“If I go down, you go down with me, choi seungcheol”

“You can deal with diarrhoea alone” he says trying to run away.

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