#and i'm pretty sure that's between me and the god i dont believe in

[invisiblerambler]

Not that most people are policing my food and eating habits thank god but there is one person who has and I swear the next time she says something I'm going to say as loudly as possible to embarass her and probably myself but also to prove w point, WELL I WAS IN DANGER OF RELAPSING ON MY ED (but I'll say the actual words) AND MY THERAPIST SAID THAT ALLOWING MYSELF TO EAT SOME POULTRY MAY HELP. Don't police what I or anyone else eats it's just so fucking tired and triggering

[ariestrxsh]

shy!sub!chris x babysitter!reader

˚₊ · »-♡→ content warning: smut, mommy kink, age gap (Chris is 22 & reader is 28), praise, masturbation, handjob, hair pulling, innocence corruption

˚₊ · »-♡→ summary: chris runs into his old childhood babysitter, and their innocent reunion takes a turn when the two can't deny the sexual tension between them.

This fic was inspired/requested by this ask. 🤍

If the age gap or the fact that the reader used to babysit Chris bothers you, then don't read this fic ! The ones that get it, get it, and the ones that don't, dont.

Baby Sitter (part one)

"No way! Chris Sturniolo?" Your familiar voice broke Chris' attention away from his phone, his blue eyes first scanning over your red heels, your black tights, and then the grey dress suit you were wearing paired with a long, open black peacoat.

He was leaned up against the side of an old brick building with one hand in his hoodie pocket to keep it warm, waiting for the bus home. "Oh, my god! Hi!" He exclaimed, his face lighting up when he recognized you.

"You're so big!" You declared, pulling him into a hug and ruffling his messy, brown hair. The warmth of his embrace brought you some solace from the nearly freezing temperature of this brisk, winter afternoon.

Chris caught a hint of the floral perfume you'd been wearing for the past decade, and the memories of when you were both kids came flooding back to him.

"You must've been this tall the last time I saw you," you told him, holding your hand out and gesturing about three feet from the ground.

"Oh, come on. I haven't been that short since I was eight years old. You babysat me up until I was almost twelve," Chris chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes.

You glanced him over one more time. Chris had always been a cute kid, but now he was a handsome man. You scanned over his slightly muscular build, his sharp jawline, and the bit of stubble he had coming in on his face from not shaving the past few days.

"Can't believe that was ten years ago. You look good," you complimented him. "So do you," he replied, his voice textured with a hint of lust as his gaze danced over your breasts and your long legs.

"You taking the bus?" You asked him, motioning towards the bus schedule. "Yeah, but my bus won't be here for another half hour," he shrugged, looking around at the traffic building up. "Maybe longer," he faintly added.

"I could take you home," you warmly smiled at him, tilting your head to the side. "Really?" He wondered, surprised by your kind gesture.

"Of course. Still live in the same house? I think I still remember how to get there," you responded, crossing one lapel of your coat over the other, folding your arms, and raising your shoulders to your ears to fend off the cold.

"No, actually. I moved into my own apartment last year. It's probably pretty far out of the way if I'm being honest. I don't want to waste your time," Chris nervously chewed on his lip, staring down at his black converse.

"Don't be silly, Chris. I don't have anywhere to be," you reached out and gently squeezed his arm, reassuring him that your offer was genuine. "My car's over in that parking garage over there," you motioned towards the large structure across the street.

"Okay, sure. Thank you," Chris said, pulling his hood over his head as the chilly wind started to pick up. You stuffed your hands into your coat pockets, and the two of you started slowly meandering over in that direction, your heels click-clacking against the pavement, and Chris' sneakers pitter-pattering next to you.

"So, you're all grown up now. Got your own place, got your own job.." you smiled over at him. "Yeah, I do. I have my own car, too, but it's in the shop right now," he sighed.

"Is it gonna be expensive to fix?" You wondered aloud. "A little, but on the bright side, I'm saving money on gas walking and taking the bus to work," Chris shrugged, the corner of his lip turning up in a weak smile.

"What are you doing for work?" You asked, glancing both ways before crossing the street. "Landscaping, construction, some basic handy-man work," he answered you.

"Is that how you got these?" You flirtatiously squeezed his bicep. He scoffed and laughed, his heartbeat quickening as your touch lingered.

"What do you do for work?" He asked, flipping the question around on you and taking the attention off of himself. "See that little window right there? I work at that law firm," you told him, pointing up at the tall building a couple blocks away.

"No way! You're a lawyer?" He assumed, lifting his eyebrows. "No, just a paralegal," you responded, laughing. Chris didn't really understand the difference.

He thought about making a comment about you being dressed way too hot to be a lawyer, but he bit his tongue, worried that it might come out wrong.

"Hey, you're not in a rush to get home, are you?" You stopped, turning to him. "No. No hurry," Chris replied, shrugging his shoulders and secretly hoping to spend more time with you.

"There's a coffee shop about a block away. How about we go grab a drink and get out of the cold for a bit?" You suggested, the chill of the air biting at the tip of your nose. "That sounds nice," Chris nodded, following your lead.

"So, how's your mom doing?" You wondered, peering over at Chris. "She's doing well. She misses you. You were her favorite babysitter, you know. She'd always call you first when she needed someone to watch me," Chris admitted.

"Good. That means you didn't tell her I let you watch scary movies with me and stay up way past your bedtime," you joked. "Nope. Still haven't told her to this day," Chris responded, winking in your direction.

"Good boy," you said, ruffling his hair again. Blood rushed to his cheeks, and his face turned a bit red with embarrassment.

You didn't mean for that moment to create so much sexual tension between the two of you, but your eyes met for just a second, both of you conveying a look of desire. You both glanced away just as quickly, letting the moment pass.

You cleared your throat before speaking again. "So your mom. She still working at the hospital?" You wondered, rubbing your hands together to keep them warm before nestling them back into your big coat pockets. "Yeah, still working long hours," he replied.

You lead Chris down an alley tucked between two tall buildings where you were temporarily safe from the windchill. Chris ran his fingertips along the cold brick as he turned the corner, the rough surface leaving him with both a strange and satisfying sensation.

A comfortable silence lingered between you as you meandered down the path, not wanting to fill each other in too quickly on your lives to keep the visit from being cut short.

The sounds of the city moved around you, traffic bustling and people clamoring about. The city was like that, everyone always onto the next thing. It seemed like you and Chris were the only ones dragging out your steps, trying to pass the time instead of racing it.

You turned another corner, leading Chris back out into the strong winds as you pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear in an attempt to keep it from blowing wildy in your face.

Straight ahead tucked between an antique shop and a record store was the coffeehouse you frequented. You and Chris, once again, glanced both ways before crossing the street.

Despite the frigid air, Chris' palms had grown sweaty from his nervous energy. He felt like a little kid again in the presence of his pretty babysitter, who he'd always had a raging crush on, hoping you thought he was cool, or at the very least, not uncool.

He subtly wiped the perspiration off on the front of his jeans before reaching for the door with a shaky hand, holding it for you, and nodding for you to go through it.

The two of you shuffled into the warm, cozy lobby of the café, so warm that the first thing you did was remove your coat and sling it over your arm, prompting Chris' eyes to drop to the bit of exposed cleavage that peeked out over your neckline.

The ambience was just right, smooth jazz playing softly in the background, warm overhead lighting, and the hiss of milk being steamed to perfection. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and sweet flavors wafted through the welcoming atmosphere.

Chris got a peppermint mocha, and you ordered a cortado, which Chris insisted on paying for, and you didn't put up a fight.

He'd always been sweet like that, even when you two were just kids. He was always holding doors open for you and waiting to eat his dinner until you'd taken your place at the table.

He was always considerate and gentleman-like, a product of his personality and his mother's good morals.

The two of you found a place to sit near the back next to a big window, and while the two of you were reminiscing on old memories, the server brought the two of you your drinks.

You thanked him, but when Chris' eyes landed on your coffee, his smile fell. "Hey, want me to go bring this back? I think they brought you the wrong thing," Chris offered.

"No, this is what I ordered!" You assured him. He stared inquisitively at your measly 4 oz drink, wondering what the appeal was.

"It's really good, Chris. I promise," you responded, reading his expression. "I'd ask for a taste, but I'd finish it off in one sip," he joked. You rolled your eyes, but you laughed along.

"So, are you still with Kyle?" He wondered aloud, staring down at your hands that were cupping your drink, searching for a wedding band or engagement ring.

"No," you told him, your hands retreating and falling into your lap. "He wasted my time, really. We were together for nine years and in the midst of our three-year-long engagement, he cheated on me," you scoffed.

"I knew I never liked that guy," Chris muttered, clenching his jaw. "I know you didn't. You'd always try to sit between us on the couch and interrupt us right when we were about to kiss," you recalled, the corner of your lip morphing into a faint smile.

It was hard for you to deny the little crush Chris had on you when he was a young boy, but sitting in front of him now in this coffee shop, admiring the way his features had aged like fine wine, you wondered if the tables had turned.

Chris bit back a smirk as he recalled a few times that he had "woken up" from a nightmare, pulling your attention away with your shitty boyfriend at the time so that you'd have to come to his rescue and comfort him. Kyle had even accused him of faking before.

"Kid always has a bad dream every time we're about to do it," he'd snarked at you once, pulling you back onto his lap, which caused a verbal disagreement to break out between the two of you.

"Kyle! You asshole! He's eleven! He's not thinking like that," You had whisper-yelled in response, pushing him away and following Chris to his bedroom to lull him back to sleep.

Chris had overheard the conversation from down the hall, but even now, over ten years later, he couldn't admit to you that most of the time, he was faking his nightmares.

No one had had the talk with Chris at this point, but he had a vague idea of what it meant when Kyle would stay the night, and he felt an incredible amount of jealousy when he would.

"How about you, Chris? You dating anyone? I bet the girls can't stay away from you," You flattered him, putting your drink to your lips and taking a sip.

He blushed and shook his head after drinking from his own coffee. "I've actually never had a serious girlfriend. Can't seem to get past the talking stage with girls," Chris nervously said, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, well, there's nothing wrong with that, Chris," you reassured him, pitifully running your thumb across the back of his hand. You meant for the gesture to be reassuring, but Chris found it condescending. He jerked his hand back.

"You think I'm a loser, don't you?" Chris huffed, peering out of the café window. "Chris. Look at me. Of course, I don't think that," you responded, studying his facial expressions.

"Of course, you do think that. I'm a twenty-two-year-old who's never.." Chris began to say, but he cut himself off, fearing he'd already said too much.

"Oh! You've never..?" You asked, your voice started to trail off. He didn't answer you, but his face turned a deep red.

"Chris, there's nothing wrong with that. I just assumed.. I just thought.. I'm just surprised. That's all," you managed to get out, foolishly stumbling over your words and wondering how someone you'd known for so long and who was so much younger than you was making you as nervous as you were.

"Why are you surprised?" He asked, your assumption taking him aback. "You're just so hot," you accidentally blurted out, astounding yourself with how forward your comment was.

"You think so?" He asked, his eyebrows flicking up in shock. He blushed a little harder, but his previously embarrassed expression morphed into something softer.

"I mean, you're conventionally attractive. You're a total gentleman. You just need a little confidence, and you'd be unstoppable," you stroked his ego, taking a sip of your coffee.

"You think I'm hot?" He wondered, still stuck on your compliment, his lips curling into a flattered smile. "Don't make me say it again," you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

Chris narrowed his gaze at you while he took a sip of his peppermint mocha. "What else do you think of me?" He inquired, locking eyes with you.

"I think any woman would be lucky to be your first," you replied, reaching out and stroking the back of his hand again. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he relished in the soothing feeling of your thumb brushing against his knuckles.

"Any woman? Even you?" He suggested, surprising himself with the brief moment of confidence he found himself swept up in. The silence that followed his question was heavy, and the tension between the two of you was thick.

You wet your lips, studying his handsome facial features, but before you could answer, one of the coffee shop employees floated over to your table. They offered to take your empty cortado glass out of the way to which you pulled back your hand, nodded, and thanked them.

"I should take you home," you declared, softly smiling in Chris' direction. "Okay," Chris affirmed, taking his peppermint mocha to-go.

The two of you left the coffeeshop, putting back on all your layers before setting back out into the winter weather.

You made your way out the door, the whistling wind whirring past you as you wandered back to your car. You and Chris walked silently through the city streets and through the cobblestone alleys between the buildings that towered over Boston.

Your mind churned, worrying that you'd made the reunion awkward and quietly kicking yourself for your word choice in the coffeehouse.

"Here we are," you announced once the two you had reached the parking garage. You reached into your purse, retrieved your keys, and unlocked your car.

Chris turned to you with wide eyes, and his jaw dropped when he realized the black Mercedes was yours.

"Damn. When did you get rich?" He questioned you, opening the passenger side door and running his fingers along the dark red interior.

"I wouldn't say I'm rich," you scoffed, humbly shrugging before opening the driver's side door.

"I should've had you pay for my coffee," the blue-eyed boy joked, admiring the sleek look of your car and setting his drink in your cup holder. "Next time I will," you smiled at him as your engine roared to life.

You turned on your heater, and each of you shed a layer as the car started to warm up. "Alright, Chris. What's the address to your apartment complex?"

He read it off to you while you put it in your GPS. You carefully backed out of your parking spot and navigated your way onto the main road towards his place.

"So, I mean, it's been eleven years. What else has been going on in your life besides dumping Kyle and getting rich?" Chris playfully inquired.

"A lot, actually. After high school, I took a year off. Then when I went back to school and got my bachelor's degree in law. I worked at a few places as a secretary before finally finding this job about three years ago shortly after Kyle and I broke it off, and I've been making good money ever since," you told him.

"I even bought my first house last year by myself," you added, trying not to sound too cocky but unable to hide how proud you were.

"That's amazing. I love a strong, independent woman," Chris smirked, sipping on his coffee, his gaze lingering on you as you focused on the road ahead.

"How about you, Chris? What have you been up to since I last saw you?" You returned the question.

You spent the rest of the car ride catching up with Chris, getting to know him all over again. It was surprising and comforting how many things about him hadn't changed - his sweet and shy demeanor, his mannerisms, and his laugh.

The parts of him that did change, you liked - his matured features and his deep, sexy voice.

While the two of you were chatting and approaching an intersection, someone ran a red light, causing you to slam down on the brake pedal. Chris spilled his drink, sending coffee dripping down the front of his white t-shirt.

"Shit," he muttered. "Are you okay?" You asked, your heart racing while you tried to catch your breath. You pulled off onto the shoulder of the road to collect yourself.

"I'm fine. I just feel like an idiot for spilling in your car," Chris sighed, unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling his shirt off over his head.

"It's not your fault, Chris. It doesn't.. it doesn't even look like you got it anywhere besides.." You managed to get out as you motioned towards his shirt that was no longer on his body.

Your eyes dropped to his chest, his arms, and to his stomach. He caught you staring and smirked in your direction. You immediately pulled your eyes off him and placed them back onto the road in front of you, clearing your throat.

"Sorry about that," you said, half-apologizing for making him spill and half-apologizing for ogling him like a creep. "Don't be sorry," he paused. "About anything."

His eyes lingered on you, biting down on his bottom lip. He wondered if you wanted him as badly as he wanted you.

You turned down a few unfamiliar streets, following the GPS directions into the complex where Chris lived.

"Take this road all the way down, and you can park at any of those unmarked spaces on the left," he instructed you. You pulled into a spot and threw the gear shifter into park.

"Well, here we are!" You exclaimed, glancing over at Chris, your eyes dancing over his stature one more time. "Thank you so much for the ride. It really means a lot. So much better than taking the bus," Chris remarked, smiling at you.

"Hey, if you want, I can wash your shirt for you. I'm pretty good at getting stains out," you suggested, extending your hand and offering to take his shirt.

"I'd appreciate that. Thank you," Chris responded, handing it off to you and getting ready to get out of the car.

"Hey, wait! Before you go, let's exchange numbers. You know, that way I can return this once it's washed," you proposed. Chris agreed, trying not to sound too eager and reaching for his phone that was tucked into his pocket.

You swapped contact information with him, told him to call anytime, and ruffled his hair again.

"Hey. Do you wanna come inside? I can give you a tour," Chris offered, not wanting to say goodbye to you just yet.

"Sure," you nodded, cutting the engine and following Chris up the stairs to his place.

You couldn't keep your eyes off the muscles in his back. He placed his key into the lock, turning it until he heard a faint click. He pushed open the door and motioned for you to enter first.

It was a typical twenty-something-year-old man's apartment - clothes strewn on the floor, a few dishes stacked in the sink, and a couch in the living room pointed at a TV.

He had stacks of video games, naughty magazines, and a few empty soda cans scattered on his coffee table. His place was a little unorganized, but it wasn't filthy.

"Sorry about the mess," Chris apologized, scurrying over to the dirty magazines and stuffing them under his sofa cushion when he thought you weren't paying attention.

"Uh, I'll show you my room," he mumbled, leading the way to his bedroom door. His sheets were thrown lazily onto his twin-sized bed, and he didn't have much else in his room besides a wooden nightstand.

"If you need to use the bathroom, it's right there," Chris motioned towards the door across the hall. You followed him back out towards the front door.

"And the kitchen," he motioned towards the small room with the fridge in it. "I know it's not much," Chris shrugged.

"But it's your first place by yourself, and that's a big deal. I'm really proud of you!" You warmly smiled, pulling him into another hug.

Your fingerstips glided across his shirtless back, and blood immediately rushed to his dick.

"Thanks! It's relatively cheap, too," Chris remarked, pulling away and making over towards the couch in the living room.

He plopped down onto the furniture and pulled a throw pillow onto his lap, hoping he was being discrete. He wasn't.

You took a seat on his couch beside him, shifting uncomfortably about on his lumpy cushion. You decided to mess with him a bit.

"C'mon, don't look at those," he nervously whined as you reached under the sofa cushion, retrieving a few dirty magazines. Your lips curled into a devious smile as you flipped through one.

"You might be a virgin, but you're not that innocent, are you?" You cooed.

He buried his face in his hands while you sifted through the images of naked girls, half-expecting you to start making fun of him or tell him how disgusting he was for getting off to such content.

When you didn't, he peeked back up at you. You looked more intrigued than anything. You crossed your legs and squeezed them together as you imagined him rubbing one out while his dreamy, blue eyes struggled to focus on the page.

"Why don't you show me what you do with them?" You cooed. "Wh-what do you mean?" He timidly asked.

"Don't play dumb, pretty boy," you leaned in, whispering into his ear, gently planting a kiss on the side of his neck. "You know exactly what I mean. Show me."

His eyes fluttered closed, and his jaw fell open as he processed your request. "Uh huh," he nodded, his heart beating in his ears as his shaky, sweaty hand reached for the button on his pants.

"Say, yes, mommy," you sensually whispered against his flesh that was radiating heat. "Yes, mommy," he articulated, putting a lustful emphasis on the final word.

With your tongue licking a stripe up his neck, you heard the soft zip of his jeans being undone. You felt him start pumping away his length. You suckled gently on his skin.

"Ahh," a faint gasp snuck past his lips, his breath shallowing. You pulled away to catch a glimpse of what was between his legs.

"Wow," you purred, zeroing in on his swollen, mushroom-shaped head. Another pretty moan unfurled from his pink, parted lips while he caressed his sensitive tip.

"Look at that," you gasped, admiring the way precum started drooling from his slit while he played with it. "Good boy," you quietly praised him while his slender fingers were wrapped around his length, stroking it up and down at a quickening pace.

"I just know you fuck hard," you sinfully purred into his ear, his grip around his cock growing tighter. He threw his head back, giving you better access as you went back to suckling on his neck.

"Mommy, I need you," Chris relayed in a strangled moan, desperation seeping into his tone. "What do you need, Chris? Use your words, pretty boy," you cooed. A smirk played into the corner of his mouth as he listened to your praise.

"Show me what it's like to be touched by a woman," he quietly requested. "Where do you want me to touch you, baby? Right here?" You teased, gently tapping his tip with the end of your pointer finger.

"Yes, mommy. Right there," he eagerly affirmed. You gently caressed the back of the head, tracing his veins with your fingertips. You tightened your grip, replacing his own hand with yours.

He let go, letting you take the reigns as a needy whine drifted to your ears. "Yes, mommy," he replied.

You tilted his chin to face you, and you leaned in, locking your lips with his, his faint whimpers vibrating against your mouth.

He couldn't believe he was kissing you, his childhood babysitter, the woman he'd been fantasizing about for over a decade. He still wasn't convinced that this wasn't some sort of vivid dream or intense reverie.

You had one hand tangled in his hair and the other, gripping his length and pumping it at a steady pace. His hard cock involuntarily throbbed in your grasp.

"Look at me, baby," you whispered after you pulled away from the kiss, but only by a few inches. "Is it everything you wanted it to be, pretty boy?" You wondered, holding his gaze with your nose gently brushing against his while you tugged on his messy locks.

"Yes, mommy," he answered, his features and his voice saturated in lust. You looked into his pretty blue eyes while you stroked him faster and faster, feeling his cock twitch at the sensation.

He was so eager to be played with by you that he could barely contain himself.

You watched the muscles in his face tighten, his eyebrows knitting together and his eyes squeezing shut. He shuddered under your touch.

He clutched the couch cushion beneath him with both hands, curling his fingers and his toes as you brought him to climax.

A slew of guttural moans filled the room as he finished, his load squirting from his tip and painting his chest and his stomach, a bit of cum pooling into his belly button.

The warm, white substance dripped down onto your hand as you brought your movements to a standstill.

You released his soft, brown hair from your tight grasp, and he sank into the soft sofa. A satisfied smile crossed his face as he tried to regulate his breathing. He had never felt that much pleasure before.

Embarrassment flooded his system when he realized it took all of about four minutes for him to cum.

"I'm sorry I finished so fast," he mumbled breathlessly as he giggled and hid his face in his hands, reverting back to his shy nature.

"Don't be sorry, baby. About anything. You were such a good boy for me. Next time I'll show you how to last longer."

˚₊ · »-♡→ part two here

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[hairmetal666]

Steve knows he falls in love too easily. Nancy told him, Robin too.

But falling in love with Eddie Munson is hard.

They're supposed to be friends after Vecna. They're supposed to be friends, but Steve can't get past what Eddie did in the Upside Down; how he put himself in a position to nearly die, how Dustin got hurt. It's not fair. He knows it's not, but it doesn't make the anger go away.

Eddie's part of the group now, though, and Steve won't leave him out, no matter how angry. They're all at movie nights, at pool parties, at Hellfire, at Corroded Coffin gigs. It's just that Steve and Eddie don't speak. And Steve is okay with it. If it's what it takes to make sure that they're all hanging out together, not talking to Eddie is a small thing. He's pretty sure Eddie doesn't mind. At least, he seems as uninterested in hanging out with Steve as Steve is with him.

It doesn't need to be anything more than that, and it isn't, not until Steve goes upstairs to get more sunscreen during one of the pool parties, and walks back downstairs to find Munson waiting for him in his kitchen.

"You need something?" He asks, unable to fully hide the way he jolts with surprise.

Eddie twists the rings on his fingers, something Steve's noticed he does whenever he's nervous. "You have a problem with me, Harrington?

"No, of course not," he answers too fast.

"C'mon, man. You can barely stand to be in the same room with me."

"That's not true! We're in one together right now."

Eddie rolls his eyes so hard that it has to hurt. "Don't do that. Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean. You can't stand to be alone with me for more than thirty seconds."

Steve splutters, searching for a plausible reason.

"Is it cause--" Eddie swallows, hand going back to cup his neck. "Is it cause you heard me tell Robin that I'm gay? Back at the hospital. Is it because--" he cuts himself off.

Something in Steve's chest clenches hard, warmth swooping dangerously in his stomach. "No," Steve says, means it. "I didn't hear. I didn't-- it has nothing to do with that. It's--that's cool. Thanks for--yeah, that's cool."

Eddie's smile is a brittle little thing. "Then, what else?" Eddie pulls a chunk of hair over his mouth. "I can't think of any other reason you'd hate me so much."

"I don't." And Steve hopes it's coming off as genuine. "I promise."

He can't help remember the camaraderie, the understanding, that started to grow between them in the Upside Down. The "don't cha, big boy?" of it all. They could be friends. They should be.

They shouldn't get into it. Not right here, not right now when the kids' splashes and excited screams filter through the sliding door.

"You're a shit liar, Harrington."

"Ed--I'm not--"

"You know what? Don't bother. I'll just--" He jolts in the direction of the front door.

"Don't be stupid, Munson."

"God, I can't believe I didn't see it before. You just fucking loathe me."

"I do not. Grow up."

"Oh, yeah? Then what's your problem?"

"There isn't--"

"Stop lying!"

"You didn't fucking think!" He shouts. Loud enough that the noise outside cuts off. "You pulled that shit in the Upside Down and you almost died! Dustin got hurt!"

Eddie blinks his big brown eyes in stunned surprise.

"I told you, I said, 'dont try to be cute or be a hero or something.' And you know what you said? Do you?"

Eddie won't look at him now. "I had to make a choice, Steve."

"It was the wrong one!"

"I would do it all again. No matter what you say. I would do it to draw the bats away. To protect Dustin."

"But you didn't."

"There was no other way to stop them, Steve! They would've gotten through, into Hawkins."

"It doesn't matter."

"You weren't there! You can't tell me--"

"Yes, I can! I know."

"You don't! You think--"

"I almost lost you!" He screams. "You nearly died in my arms, Eddie. And for what?"

Falling in love with Eddie wasn't easy. It was blood and near death; it was weeks in a cold hospital room while Eddie existed in a drug-induced twilight state; it was agonizing convalescence and physical therapy and changing bandages; it was Eddie leading dnd sessions with bright eyes and contagious enthusiasm, herding the kids to the arcade and video store, theatrically serving snacks at movie night; it was festering, senseless anger at the near loss of something.

Eddie's lips tremble. "Steve, I--"

"It doesn't matter." He turns away to slide a hand down his face in an effort to wipe away the emotion. "You're fine and we're--it doesn't matter."

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "Steve, I'm sorry. I wanted--I thought it would help. I thought--"

And Steve has to admit, he does, the whole terrible contradiction of it all. "I know," he whispers back. "I would've--I know."

"I thought I was protecting Dustin. I thought I was buying you guys time with Vecna." Eddie's voice breaks. "I didn't--I--" He squeezes his eyes shut.

In the quiet of the kitchen, they gravitate to one another, foreheads resting together.

"I should have been there, Ed. I shouldn't have left you two alone. You almost died, and I--"

"Sweetheart, I'm right here. We're right here."

They don't kiss, but they're close enough that their mouths brush with each breath they take.

"Don't do that, again." Steve clenches his fists into Eddie's cutoff t-shirt. "Promise you won't ever--"

"I promise, Stevie. I promise. I'll be by your side until the very end, whatever it is."

[mymoshangthoughts]

okay, okay, okay, bear with me

mobei jun already knows about shang qinghua as airplane

oki ive decided to take advantage of the fact that WE NEVER GET A MOBEI JUN POV AND I'LL BE FORVER SALTY ABOUT THAT SHIT

but like, shen yuan figured airplane out REAL fast, right? they barely spent time together before the immortal alliance and then it takes one surprise before airplane is saying stupid shit, right?

and i cant help but think, mobei jun aint dumb and he's been spending How Many Years crashing at shang qinghua's leisure house whenever the fuck he feels like it?

he also finds shang qinghua to be Hella Sus because come on, ofc he does. a human just declares their undying loyalty to you after one fucking meeting??? even if he believes shang qinghua is being sincere in the moment, the fact that he was so quick to betray his sect doesnt speak of a loyal servant

so why wouldnt he snoop? why wouldnt he pay extra close attention when shang qinghua says shit that doesnt make sense? why wouldnt he notice when shang qinghua speaks or writes in a language that he doesnt recognize? airplane canonically isnt fluent in english so if he used a bit of it, especially chinglish, wouldnt mobei jun be able to learn some of the meanings of the words just by context clues? especially when he has YEARS to decode it? like if airplane was fluent, maybe he could hide the meaning, but a limited vocabulary adapted to another language isnt actually super hard to decode. it's the same reason that you can generally understand what slang means before you look up the definition. you might not know what 'rizz' means, but you can pick up the meaning from context clues.

anyway im over explaining the linguistic aspects ALL IM SAYING IS what if airplane kinda depends heavily on chinglish to be his Secret Language that Theres No Way That Anyone Here Can Get. and sure, for most people, it does seem like gibberish. but again, mobei jun has YEARS at his side and reasons to nitpick at it and decode it.

like what if airplane had a habit of writing out pidw plot points in chinglish bc look he is Going to forget shit no matter what, he wrote that novel a lifetime ago, but theres some info thats pretty important for him to Not Forget. so mobei jun is just left with a huge stash of Impossible Information that shang qinghua writes about

everything ranging from future events to obscure demon world facts that theres just no justifiable reason for shang qinghua to know about and just everything in between.

but also what if shang qinghua wrote his feelings? his thoughts? his issues? like cmon, he literally has NO ONE to consult with about the insanity of his life before cucumber-bro, and his life is really crazy, and he used to be the person who wrote out his feelings via novel but look dude he's not about to tempt fate by writing out another novel rn so a diary makes sense. or at least like, random venting

and again, this isnt even mentioning airplane having some potential verbal fuckups that mobei jun can add to his ever growing file of "shang qinghua has something fucking going on"

and like, maybe mobei jun hasnt actually figured out the exact truth but he has some eerily close guesses. or maybe airplane wrote a lengthy journal explaining literally his entire fucked up life and mobei jun knows Everything.

look im just a little bit obsessed with mobei jun casually being aware for YEARS that shang qinghua is from another world and might have once had god-like powers over this world. i think this is very funny and i think it could work in a canon compliant way. cuz i also like to think that some of mobei jun's aggro at shang qinghua was a mixture of

you literally wont tell me who you really are. you claim to be my loyal subject but you wont even tell me your real name and Yes I'm Upset About That

you fucking fucker, you literally PLANNED that horrible event to happen???? you suck so bad omfg. THAT WAS TRAUMATIZING FOR ME YOU JERK NO I DONT CARE IF YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT IT NOW

your handwriting sucks and im mad that i didnt just have to decode your weird other language, i also had to decode your fucking horrendous handwriting and i dont know if i can ever forgive you for that

you barely ever show your real personality in front of me and i have to learn how you really feel by reading this fucking notes and YES IM UPSET ABOUT THAT

i also just love the idea of Something Happening to do with the multiverse and basically mobei jun is the only one who isnt remotely surprised lmfao. binghe is in crisis mode, cucumber thinks he's gonna die, airplane is freaked out, and mobei jun is just like "yeah, figured some dumb shit like this might happen. you didnt know binghe? dont you pay any attention to your husband :/ dude, they're not even good at hiding it, i thought you were supposed to be smart"

also the simultaneous heartattacks that cucumber and airplane would have that mobei jun just KNOWS like thats hilarious. imagine they need to talk about something secretly in public and its super urgent and mobei jun just starts using chinglish or webspeak or something perfectly and cumplane are FREAKING THE FUCK OUT

mobei jun: that mofo is hella sus, but keep it on the dl. ttyl i need to do a vibe check

cumplane: ?!?!?!?!?!?

[omensandwonders]

filthy thoughts about the eepy boys

im in a whole other universe of down horrendous after FINALLY seeing the boys live (well, II and Ves (im crying)) so... this is my outlet. youre welcome and/ or im sorry

warnings: pure filth

vessel:

♤ a munch and a yapper, idc

♤ only time this man shuts up is when his head's buried between your legs and even that's loud, with the way he's groaning into your cunt

♤ eats like he will never see another woman again after this, hands grabbing everywhere he can reach - thighs, ass, stomach, waist.

♤ often uses both tongue and fingers, either fucking his fingers into you while sucking your clit or rubbing tight circles on your clit with his thumb while he's tongue fucking you

♤ mans is hung (we all know it) so he will absolutely make you cum at least three times with his fingers and tongue before giving you his dick

♤ when he does, he's so vocal, groans and whines leaving his throat completely unrestrained

♤ forgets how strong he is, often leaving your thighs, hips and waist bruised

♤ STAMINA.

♤ youre not done until hes done

♤ filthy mouth on that one i tell you

♤ now i also see vessel being more dominant and calculating, but... more on that later if yall want that (👀?)

♤ all im sayin... i think hes the most dominant of all of them... his hand + your throat =mmdjxjisjs (also *cough* spit kink *cough*)

"o-oh my god, darlin', squeezin' me so good- j-just like that, such a good girl for me, takin' it so well-"

"so tight, feels soo good my love, j-just one more for me-"

II:

♤ suddenly my ass is a drum

♤ would it be too on the nose to say he's an ass man who loveeees spanking? actually this is my post so IDC IM SAYIN IT

♤ ass man who loves spanking

♤ impact play in general i dare say

♤ mean slaps whenever you least expect them, wherever you least expect them - face, pussy, ass - he loves your reaction

♤ but can you blame him? you look so pretty looking up at him with those hazy, tear-filled eyes

♤ now vessel gets mean and rough just cause he's desperate. II gets mean and rough because he wants to wreck you. very different motivations there (though im a firm believer that ves has his mean streaks too)

♤ you've been misbehaving? have fun riding him with your hands tied and his hand around your throat. doesnt matter how bad your thighs hurt, he's not helping. also, youre not cumming

♤ loves fucking you face down ass up, with a hand on the back of your head or back of your neck to keep you pinned down

♤ edging ‼️ overstim ‼️ pain ‼️ degradation ‼️ thank you for coming to my ted talk

"you've been nothing but a slut all fuckin' day, throwin' yourself at Ive like that, and you think i'll let you cum? nah, fuck that. you got about another half an hour in you before that, if at all"

"such a pretty lil' bitch for me, crying on my dick like that. you like it when i hurt you? like it when i slap this fuckin pussy?"

"so dramatic, that was only your fourth orgasm. you got at least three more in you"

III:

♤ say it with me now, MESSY

♤ i think III is similar to ves' desperate side, but... more

♤ more desperate, more subby, more whiny, more drooly

♤ will beg. god knows for what but sure it's hot so why the hell would you stop him

♤ sometimes he gets so lost in it his thrusts get uncoordinated

♤ so sloppy, rutting into you like a dog in heat

♤ i could imagine a threesome between you, III and ves... where ves is the one in charge

♤ sitting on a chair next to the bed, running his mouth while III basically sobs while pumping into you

♤ god, he cums so much

♤ absolute loads

♤ idk if this is a hot take or not but possibly the subbiest of the boys?? though i still dont see him as a FULL on sub, maybe a switch? idek i feel like he could go either way

"oooh my fuckin' god doll, so good to me, so fuckin' good- feels so good- 'm gonna cum, cum inside that sweet pussy-"

"love you so much just- just lemme please- just the tip baby-"

"if you don't suck my dick right now i'm gonna lose my mind-"

IV:

♤ also one i see as being dominant

♤ such. a fucking. tease. lord help us all.

♤ learns how to play your body like a fuckin instrument within days, gets you sobbing and pleading within minutes

♤ after what feels like hours of teasing you - toying with and biting your nipples, leaving hickeys all over, touching everywhere but where you need him most - he finally gives in and fingers you and you swear to god you see stars

♤ we all know this man can use his fingers, the way he plays guitar. to him, your body is the most beautiful instrument and he'll be fuckin damned if he can't master it

♤ when he fucks you, he's so rough, all filthy words in your ear as his thick dick drags against your walls

♤ sigh, a biter

♤ leaves bite marks all over you

♤ not satisfied until youre sobbing and trembling beneath him, globs of his cum leaking out of your abused cunt (wrap it before you tap it)

♤ god help you when he discovers remote controlled vibrators

"so drunk on my dick, aren't ya love? that's okay. i'm takin' care or you, don't need to think anymore, just keep those legs nice and open for me"

"can't remember your own name, can ya, love? that's okay, only gotta know mine"

"good fuckin' girl, always so wet and ready for me..."

did i mention that i think they all share a HEAVY breeding kink? no? oops

[cherryberry444]

Tryna Smoke

pairing: luke castellan x ares!reader

summary: in which you share a blunt with your sworn enemy

warning: kissing, sexual innuendos, a whole lotta weed

contains: flirting, smoking, banter, cocky luke

word count: 1562

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You couldn't fucking stand Luke Castellan. As cliche as it may sound, it was absolutely true. He was a pain in your ass, the bain of your existence. He never ceased to find a way to ruin your day, every day, all summer. Everyone knew it, they were well aware that the two of you never did see eye to eye. And the fact that the two of you were the strongest swordsmen in camp sure didn't help your rilvary.

Luke was an asshole, that was a given, but you also just found him so so irritating. He was way too cocky, although, if you were honest you could say it was valid. He was gorgeous, even after he came back from his quest with that nasty scar on his eye, he was still gorgeous, strong and an incredible fighter. But so were you. If you were a man, you're sure you'd be worshipped just like he was. It's not that you weren't respected or praised for your attributes, but it just wasn't the same.

You'd never admit it, but you were jealous of all the attention Luke got. It just didnt seem fair, you were the daughter of Ares for crying out loud, not Luke. Hermes' kids were worthless bums compared to your likeness, but not him, never him.

You had just finished training for the day and you needed a breather. You went and took a warm shower before walking to a little spot between the lake and the woods. You squeeze your damp hair with the towel you brought out there in hopes it doesnt drip all over your camp half blood shirt. As youre walking towards the spot you smell something familiar but refuse to believe your senses.

You turn the corner to see none other than the bane of your existence, Luke Castellan sitting there and even more shocking, with a blunt in hand. He quickly scuffles at the sound of footsteps before realizing it was just you. He lets out a sigh.

"Shit! Y/n, you scared the shit out of me!"

"Luke Castellan? Scared? You must be up to no good" you tease. "What are you doing out here?"

"What am I doing out here? What are you doing out here?" he retorts.

"This is my secret spot" you both say at once before a moment of silence begins.

You squint.

"How is it your secret spot if it's my secret spot?" you ask.

He shrugs. "Must not be much of a secret" he says before taking a puff.

"How the hell did you sneak that in here.."

"I have my ways.." he says before taking a puff.

You roll your eyes. "You're such a criminal"

"Mm say it again im close" he teases, closing his eyes.

You scoff. "How the hell have I never seen you out here?"

"Beats me..I'm out here pretty often"

"Hm..I can't believe you're brave enough to do this out in the open"

"Please everyone's sleep, I'm not stupid"

"Yeah sure"

He scoffs. "Can I have my peace and quiet now?"

"Why should you? If anything I should snitch"

"You wouldn't.." he looks up.

You shrug. "You're right I wouldn't"

He smiles slightly, shaking his head before smoking again.

"You wanna hit this?" he asks casually, surprising you.

"Are you offering me a blunt Luke Castellan?" you walk closer towards him.

He chuckles. "Fuck no" he coughs. "Im offering you a hit, sweetheart. Dont get ahead of yourself."

You roll your eyes. "Indica or sativa?"

"Indica, of course"

You smile softly, going to sit next to him. "Pass it" he hands it over.

You take a couple hits before he asks, "So you smoke?"

You pass the blunt back, clearing your throat. "Yeah..I just haven't smoked..Shit, since I got here"

Luke laughs softly. "Man I been smoking here for years" he says before taking a hit and blowing the smoke out.

"That explains the stupidity"

"Hey! Don't bite the hand that feeds you!"

"Pass!" you demand before he obeys.

"So fucking demanding" he rolls his eyes.

"I have to be"

"Says who?"

"I just do"

"What, cus of your father? The gods aren't the only thing that matters you know"

"Shut up Castellan"

"I'm serious"

"You're high"

He shrugs and frowns. "Thats pretty likely"

You roll your eyes with a smile.

"Are you high yet?"

"Not enough" you groan

"Then keep on, I'll be generous tonight"

"What a gentleman" you say sarcastically, taking another hit.

"You know, I could be quite charming if you didn't hate me so much"

"I know you're charming, its why I hate you."

He scoffs before groaning. "You wanna be different so bad"

"Why cause I don't worship the ground you walk on like everyone else at camp?"

"No one worships me"

"Oh please" you scoff

"Can you blame them? I'm incredible"

"Youre an ass!"

"Is this how you treat the guy that grants you free weed?"

"Just stating a fact is all"

He rolls his eyes. "If im such an ass why are you here with me?"

"For free weed! Duh, c'mon!"

"Nah, youre not that shallow. I think youre tolerating me y/l/n"

"The only thing I'm tolerating is this blunt" you joke.

"Yeah but youre sitting here, close to me, late at night, by the lake, looking into my eyes" he begins

"And you came out here with your hair all damp and.."

"Luke what are you saying" you laugh lightly.

"I'm saying its kinda sultry dont you think?" he suggests.

You scoff. "In your dreams, Castellan"

"You have no idea" he says in a way that kinda makes you believe it.

You squint. "You are high"

"Yeah, but.."

"But?"

He turns more towards you. "Well..I just think youre too harsh on me y/n. I think you should give me a chance"

"A chance at what, sword boy?" you tease.

He smiles. "A chance to show you why you shouldn't hate me so much"

"Oh yeah? And how do you plan to do that?"

He shrugs. "A few kind gestures, starting off with the weed obviously"

"Luke, we've always hated each other, why change that?"

"I've never hated you y/n" he says before blowing smoke out.

You squint.

"I've never hated you. I've always respected you, been impressed by you.. Yeah we have our banter but..I've never hated you"

"Oh"

"You just hate me"

"Oh"

"Finally at a lost for words? The world stopped spinning" he jokes

"I just assumed.."

"You assumed wrong"

"Well now I look horrible"

He laughs. "Youve never looked horrible a day in your life. Hey..Have you ever shotgunned?"

You laugh nervously. "What? Like with weed?"

He laughs. "Yeah, with weed princess"

"I haven't...It's kind of intimate, no?"

He shrugs. "I guess..You wanna try it?"

You tilt your head. "You tryna fuck me Castellan?"

"What?!" he laughs nervously. "No I... Do you trust me?"

You scoff. "Fuck no"

He rolls his eyes. "Alright well..Do you want to or no?"

You must be high by now because you nodded your head and said "Yes"

"Cool" he smiles nervously. "It'll be cool I promise, it's only weird if you make it weird" he moves closer to you.

"Alright" you take a nervous breath, wondering what's gotten into you.

"Alright" he says lightly pushing your hair out of your face and softly pulling your face close to his.

"Keep your mouth open"

You laugh. "Im gonna look stupid"

"Not possible, c'mon" he says before taking a long hit.

He holds in the smoke before tilting his mouth towards yours and blowing the smoke into your mouth slowly, his lips so increduously close to yours. You close your eyes and consume the smoke, trying to inhale it after before breaking into a coughing fit.

Luke laughs, but pats your back as you let it out.

"Oh gods, that was a lot" you wheeze

"You alright?"

"Think im fine now..Um that's embarrassing"

"It's alright it was your first time" he rubs your back softly.

"It was definetly something...At one point I thought we were gonna-"

"Kiss?" Luke finishes your sentence.

You blink fast.

"You want a kiss, y/n l/n?"

Suddenly youre flustered.

"Don't tease me.."

"I'm serious, why not?"

"Um cus I hate you?!"

"Yeah but you also think I'm sexy, huh?"

"No I d-"

"Y/n, be truthful."

"Shut up"

"Make me"

"Oh gods Luke"

"I could get used to the sound of that" he moves closer. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll move away"

You grow quiet.

"Hm" he smirks slightly.

"You're crazy, Castellan"

"Crazy for you"

"Quit flirting"

"Not flirting..I mean it" he cups your cheek.

"Luke what is happening?" you ask.

"Im confessing my feelings for you y/n that's what's happening. I like you, I always have."

"Luke..."

"And it might be the weed talking but I'd really like to kiss you right now"

You lose all control of your body and plant a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, leaving him shocked.

"Thank you, but honestly sweetheart, is it ok if I kiss you a little more than that?"

You nod before he leans in and kisses you sweet and long, syncing your lips together slowly.

"Thank god for marijuana" he jokes after he breaks the kiss.

[peachteal]

so uhm this is kinda my first post!

I decided I was just going to post random scraps I like to write on my notes app. I actually get these ideas by spinning different roulettes; with character tropes, sceneries, and traits! also randomly picking the fandom and character I'm writing these about.

all of my work is going to be character x reader. I don't really specify the readers gender in this one even if i did base it around a female one, so be comfortable with whatever.

this came out VERY random, but I hope maybe you can enjoy it.

(English isn't my first language)

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629 words:)

co-worker!nanami x outsider!reader

The countless documents getting all dusty and old on the shelves of the office are a constant reminder of what this job feels like; old and crusty.

I know it's not different from what I like to do; sitting in front of a screen all day, except this is more of a.. monotonely tiring and dull activity, which I'd like to separate from the fun late nights I wrap myself into when I'm streaming in my dear online platforms. You see, I find absolutely no pleasure in the minimum wage that document filling brings to my life. I have no idea why I keep myself in this enclosed -and weirdly odorless space- when my streaming hobby has a better financial reward anyway.

but oh, I just lied. I know why I do.

It's all thanks to the captivating and amusingly elegant co-worker I have. Nanami Kento, aren't you such a delight for these lazy eyes?

Poised and tactful, but even more courteous than any man I've met before. We've spoken a few times, not that I'm great at chatting - oh god, not at all! - but I think he's caught my seek of belonging in this office.

it's not insane that I, as a human being, want to socialize outside of my twitch chat and discord groups to make some desperately needed friends, or even partners for life; it's just a little hard, yet respectful men like him try and surprisingly give me some space.

Keyboards clicking, coffee mugs cluttered on desks, and small chatter fill the office—a far cry from the sleek, professional vibe they sold me on when I took the job. It’s just another stereotypical sad workplace.

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-"..Suguru asks if you're done already." a low but strangely gentle tone behind me caught my attention. I look up, and meet some hazel nutty eyes.. they don't look much different than my own; sloppy and baggy, but I manage to get lost in them for a second more than I should.

I snap out of it and shake my head slightly as I let out a sigh.. closing my eyes for a second. I remember the papers due.. today. Right. I shouldn't forget Suguru gets along very very well with formality. Another thing to keep in mind, as if the higher-ups don't have weird rules to follow already. I truly am done with this job.

-"right, Suguru and his.. goddamn papers." I'm trying not to look like a mess right now, and more job-focussed in front of such a man. But the childish cat background on my computer doesn't help. "please tell him that uhm-.. Satoru messed with the computers again or something.." I’m pretty sure Suguru will believe anything bad about Satoru—he loves thinking that idiot is an actual idiot. But a gut feeling tells me it's more than that-.. anyways.

I dont really say anything else, holding my cofee mug and taking a sip.

Nanami does help me around, I bring him some coffee myself eventually - while I try to ignore nasty looks other co-workers give. as immature and juvenile as that feels for a workspace.

a second of a slightly long silence holds between us. -"I expected this," Nanami's usual stern face doesn't budge. Yeah, he's kind, but professional - I'm constantly messing up my work, and this leaves me more than embarrassed. "I already told Suguru something happened. Don't.. stress yourself out." I think his tone hesitated a little there; that last part wasn't like usual.

I choked on the coffee. Watching him turn away- stealing just the smallest glance in an expression that leaves me with nothing to analyze -and step to his desk. Just four words that just felt weirdly intimate in a way I can't seem to explain.

[wonnieluvr]

okay i have to say i hate emily. shes a bitch and i hate what she did to jamie and gray but i cant deny her character is so fascinating. shes literally like if greed was a person?

dont get me wrong as much as i hate her i understand the whole risk taking thing and wanting those experiences she never got to have BUT saying that she didnt need two boyfriends??? she literally could have experienced all the same things she did with one. thats why shes greed. she just took and took everything. from both of them and rebecca too.

but i just dont understand why she had such an effect on everyone? like avery describes her as pretty but she also said she was nowhere near as beautiful as rebecca. is it because she was sick and everyone felt bad? but like even then i cant imagine emily being a pleasant person to be around so i dont get how she made friends with anyone let alone dated two people 😭 but that could also be because we never met her? like we don't really know anything about her which is also really interesting to me. we know of her but that's only everyone's versions of her.

on a different note i keep thinking about the way jamie and gray had different feelings for her. like i just think that while jamie did love her but he didnt love her, you know? gray did. i assume thats why jamie wasnt as affected by eve, he didnt love emily the same way gray did.

jamie feels that way for avery so while eves appearance surely shocked him it still didnt take over and bring up old feelings (for a completely new person lmao)

(i also do know that he knew about eve before but theres still something different between hearing things and seeing them)

jamie and avery are perfect for each other but thats a different thought too. i'm so glad they never really fought because of eve (thank god, i would have cried)

but back on topic, i doubt emily loved them back. like, i feel like its the sort of situation where she just wanted to feel wanted. she probably mistook that for love and assumed she wanted both of them? but its all she ever had growing up too? familiarity? like its suggested that her parents were completely focused on her their whole lives and loved her (she was their miracle baby sort of though so i do kinda get that) but also like i wholeheartedly believe everything starts with the parents.

they were such a big influence in her life, they gave her everything, sacrificed everyone and everything for her and kept her happy. this comes back to the greed thing too. they gave her this idea that everything would bend to her will and she would always get what she wanted. (if you can't tell i have strong feelings about the influence parents have and how they raise their children cus it literally dictates someones whole life until they have clarity smh)

i think the whole jumping off the cliff thing too was like her acting out. she reminds me of gray in that way, she was losing control and she needed to do something she wanted to regain it. she knew she couldnt handle it but she couldnt handle not getting what she wanted more. idk if that makes sense but shes like trying to prove to herself and everyone else that she was fine with jamie breaking things off, that she could handle not being wanted and adored regardless of her actions and she was losing control of everything ig? idk i just think its really interesting the way she took things to an extreme because i imagine she was probably trying to do something else, something worse than what she feeling to get it to go away? emotions are so interesting in that way.

like rebecca (in her mind) was turning against her, jamie was leaving her and her parents would have stopped her from going with gray if they had known and at the time that was (hinted at) being what she really wanted to do and they were all telling her no. she took the only thing she had left to control (gray) and was trying to prove she was fine.

i cant put into words how many layers all of these characters have like jlb wrote such a wonderful series and i cant stop thinking about all the characters. i have so many thoughts running through my head and i could write a take on everyone ☹️

[kaleaido]

In your opinion how do you think/how do you want Taco’s apology to Mic & Pickle to go?

In Brian’s livestream he said “an attempt will be made” which makes me nervous it will go badly :,)

I was gonna answer this way earlier but after watching the trailer a bit of my original answer had changed, oh boy get ready!!! sorry if some part doesnt make sense, this is literally just word vomit

I'm not quite sure whether Pickle fully moved on from what happened, cause if I remember correctly, Brain confirmed in a tweet that Pickle was depressed and also he refuses to read the letters Taco sent him I'm pretty sure. That being said, he could've been doing far better off now but I DONT KNOW HONESTLY!!! Like I know he's a chill guy but it's hard to predict his reaction to her apology.. cause like, Taco was just EVIL to him - If she were to apologize to him, he might believe that she was tricking him again. It wasn't personal for her but it was for him. I get that he might not forgive her, but I do hope he accepts her apology in some ways. I'm also predicting that he could be the first person she apologize to just cause like.. They haven't seen each other in a long time and so the tension isn't that deadly??? and Taco is probably under the impression that he did read the letters she sent him but yeah

As for Mic, LETME TELL YOU I'M ABSOLUTELY MENTAL OVER THIS!!!!! I spend my free time imagining the different way this will go down AND NONE OF THEM SEEMS RIGHT I TELL YOU!!!! i feel like Mic is just an extremely scary hurdle to get over because of the stuff that happened recently. seeing how it was implied that Taco died from stress cause she thought Mic was coming makes me extremely worried that she wouldn't even have the guts to meet Mic face to face - having the possibility of her COMPLETELY messing the apology up. but the thing is, I don't think Mic is necessarily mad at Taco, she was just done with everything and cutting ties for her own good. If Taco were to appear back in her life out of nowhere I'm assuming that Mic will just be extremely uncomfortable, but I also believe that she would want to hear Taco apologise. The difference between Mic and Pickle is that, Mic had the additional context of who Taco really is - They saw her vulnerable side, albeit rarely, but Mic clearly knew Taco was struggling with something and wanted her to open up more (e.g. them asking her why she reached for the portal in hatching the plan) I'm hoping to GOD that Mic can see that Taco is being genuine if she were to apologise or talk about stuff, and I reallyreallyreally hope she listens but like. this is such a thin line to walk and I can see it going really badlyGAH quick thing but I'm assuming that Mepad will be accompanying Taco in whatever her next step is (like yeah did you really expect her to do this alone CMON) i'm just curious on whether he'll be there when she's apologizing to Mic & Pickle. like would he stand there in the corner of the room like an emotional support dog. regardless, I think Mepad being there is a game changer cause he's a generally trustworthy fellow, and he can CONVINCE Mic & Pickle that Taco is actually sorry. this is just my theory don't mind me lalalalala

at the end of the day, ii is a stupid little show (/aff) but the writers know what they're doing when it comes to character relationships. like they KNOW how to write realistic and nuisance dynamics and I'm really interested in how everything will pan out.. ALSO I KNOW WHAT BRAIN MEANT BY "an attempt will be made" BUT PLEASE I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THAT'S OMINOUS AS HELL!!! it is such a neutral statement that it makes me fear for the worse...please....you can't do this to me....

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Dangerous Desires (iv) - Sink or Swim

Check Out: Pt. one, Pt. two Pt. three

Summary: The three of you make it to the hidden sand ahead of schedule. So after the private pool session, what happens now that you and the Captain have only one bed?

18+ MDNI !!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: POSSIBLE SPOILERS!!! AFABreader x Kakashi, Creep!Kakashi, Dark!Kakashi, pet names, angst, inprotected piv (dont be stupid), oral (f receiving), only one bed (a slay tbh), slight choking, over stimulation, marking, public groping, cum eating, power imbalances, fluffy (?) shower scene, lmk if i missed anything.

Word Count: 6.7 K

Waking up the next morning was brutal. Your neck was covered in purple bruises, your throat felt sore, your hands were raw from the brutal grip of the log and that’s all without mentioning the soreness between your legs. You rolled out of your sleeping bag, and looked into the early morning sky. The sun was just about to peek out from the horizon. The men were already gathering last night's supplies and tossing them away into their bags. You covered your neck with your sleeping bag quickly. 

“How come you didn’t wake me up?” you yawn. 

“We haven’t been up too long ourselves, plus it wouldn’t be right to disturb you,” the brunette smiled. 

“Don’t do that next time, if you’re up then I'm up.” You said, rolling up your sleeping bag and dusting yourself off. 

“How noble of you,” Gema smirks. You roll your eyes. 

“We opened some canned fruit earlier, go ahead and help yourself. we’re going to be moving soon so eat it on the way if you have to.” Kakashi was busy with his own supplies and sleeping bag as he said this, facing away from you and Gema. 

It amazes you how quickly he can dismiss you in front of others, sometimes you couldn’t believe all the things he’s done to you until he’s doing them all over again. Kissing, groping, and grinding into you with fervor one minute and then back to his nonchalant captain persona within seconds. 

Sure enough, after covering your neck in makeup, you three were back on the route of the hidden sand, sprinting and jumping from tree to tree. Kakashi was sure that if you three didn’t stop often and moved quickly you would be able to make it by nighttime. The two of you didn’t have much to say except for a few complaints, those were quickly shot down by Kakashi marking his dominance with a “just remember as your captain i’ll be writing the mission report, that includes orders not being followed.” That was enough to shut you two up and comply. 

Even though it was hell, eating while constantly moving and almost vomiting back up lunch while desperately needing a few breaks until collapse, Kakashi was right. It must’ve been 11 at night when you three had reached the village hotel.

“Oh, the hidden leaf shinobi. The scrolls we received said that you wouldn’t be arriving until tomorrow.” A sand village kunoichi said. 

“We moved quickly, Lady Tsunade didn’t want us to waste any time helping out the medical team so we made haste.” Kakashi said. 

“That’s great! However there seems to be a problem. With you three arriving a day early we haven’t prepared all the rooms for the three of you to stay in. We wanted to have three rooms available in our building however one of the guests inside of the second room is still inside. I’m sorry but there are only two rooms available for the three of you.” The woman said sadly. oh god. 

“You hear what that means pretty thing? We’re gonna be sharing a room,” Genma says, putting a hand on your shoulder. 

“Absolutely not.” Kakashi says angrily, making Genma jump slightly. The two of you turned around to face him. “She will be sharing a room with me,” he said, his tone much calmer than before. 

“Um… Kakashi-“

“Captain,” he corrected. 

“Captain… Why can’t you share a room with Genma? Wouldn’t it be inappropriate with the two of us in the same room for the night?” You ask. 

“Yeah, and you’re going to be sleeping with each other!” Genma adds on in frustration. 

“The Hokage ordered me to keep a close eye on you, which I promised I would do. If I share the third room with Genma and you take the first, the middle room would be separating us. That means we’d have a problem, the only way to fix it would mean we share the room. And don’t be vulgar Genma, I still have my sleeping bag. Either one of us can take it, however being the captain I'll let her take the bed.” Kakashi explains. 

You want to interject with all of your being, however you can’t think of anything to say to reject it without outing the both of you. 

“Pft, whatever. Does this place have a pool?” Genma asks, turning to the woman in charge. 

“We do! I’ll give you three your keys, each of them can unlock the pool. It’s technically closed tonight but seeing as how you all are here under special circumstances, it’s all yours. We also have bathing suits for you three.” She says, tossing two pairs of keys. She turns around and sets bathing suits on the check in counter. two black swim trunks and a black bikini, it’s in your size. 

The three of you pick up your swimsuits and head to the stairs of the building. you guys are on the third floor, a good length down towards the end of the hallway. You and Kakashi slip into room 333 while Genma unlocks 331. Both you and Kakashi were too tired to argue with Genma about swimming in the private pool, after he wore you down with his protests you two obliged and told him you both would join him in his late night swim. 

You stepped into the room first with Kakashi behind you, quick to shut and lock the door. You threw your swimsuit on the bed and turned to face the silver haired man. 

“You go into the bathroom, I'm changing out here.” You instructed, pointing to the bathroom.

“No.” 

“Well then I'll go.”

“No.” He moves past you and sits on the end of the bed. “Close eye on you, remember? Those shinobi from last night could’ve hurt you. I need to see if you sustained any injuries.”

“They didn’t even touch us, you know that,” 

“You can never be too sure. Now are you going to change? The longer we take, the more suspicious Genma gets.” 

He had you beat. You take your vest off and toss it beside him on the bed. You can tell he’s smirking under his mask. You quickly remove your shirt and bra, replacing it with the swimsuit top. Kakashi locked in on your tits. You make the last part quick, not even looking at him regardless of how many times you saw him adjust himself. 

“Now my turn. You watch me,” He says, sliding his palms up and down his thighs slowly. You felt your core tingle. 

“No way, I’m waiting outside.” You say putting your sandals on. He tsk’s.

“For a medical shinobi you sure don’t take your job seriously. Fucking on the clock first and now shirking your responsibilities of checking for injuries. I wonder how that would translate on the mission report,” He says, squeezing his knee.

You can’t believe that he’s threatening you to watch him strip. You decide to put your feelings aside and give into his authority. You cross your arms and nod for him to start. He grips his waistband and pulls down, thrusting his hips up, gently sliding his pants down his thighs. You look at his toned legs as he continues to strip, forcing yourself to keep your eyes away from his groin. They soon betray you as he kicks his pants off and he moves to his boxers, gently tracing the outline of his hardening cock. You blink away and up to his face, his eye are piercing into yours, breathing heavily as his hands continue up to his chest and remove his green vest. 

You can see a dangerous look in his eye, something tells you to look away from his gaze, so you focus on his shirt. He grabs the bottom of the shirt and pulls up. You realize that his mask will come off with it and your eyes look to where his face will be when it comes off. As he continues pulling up his shirt, he lifts it over his head and you can see that there was a turtleneck-mask under the original one he wore. You huff and he laughs gently at you. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, obviously mocking you. 

“Nothing, just finish changing so we can get out of here.” 

He continues laughing and he rests his hands on his thighs. You can’t deny how beautiful he looks. His eyes (or eye since his bandana is still over his eye) crinkled shut with his small laughter, his muscles toned and firm, and his dick just seconds away from popping out of his boxers. He pulls his boxers off and out springs his cock, you watch it harden until it sits heavy against his stomach. Your stomach fills with butterflies and you fear that although your bottoms are dark he can see you already starting to soak. He stands up and gets right in front of you, you have to stop yourself from reaching out and touching him. 

“Like what you see?” He asks, his voice dropping an octave. You look just past his erection and at the pair of swim trunks in his hand. 

“Whatever, just hurry up.” To your surprise he does, putting one leg through the designed holes and pulling them up and over his crotch. He quickly adjusts himself and puts his sandals on too, then tosses his headband onto the nightstand. 

You walk over to the door and unlock it, then open it slightly before his large hand comes out from behind you and slams it shut. His other hand grazes gently up your thigh and onto your hip, before giving your ass a small squeeze. Your breath bitches and he rests his covered lips against the shell of your ear. 

“You look good in black,” he whispers. You shudder and gently reach your hand out to move his hand off the door and open it again. You step out and see Genma facing away from your door. He turns around when he hears it shut behind him and smiles, holding up his room and pool keys. 

“Took you long enough. It’s cool though, I made full use of the working toilet too.”  he laughs, assuming one or both of you had a bathroom problem. You groan, more embarrassed of this than what actually happened. 

When the three of you make it to the pool, Genma wasn’t lying about it being private for the rest of the night. He quickly dives into the deep end, abandoning his hat on a nearby outdoor lounge chair. As he’s under the water, Kakashi lightly smacks your ass, signaling you to move closer to the pool. You do and put a foot in the water, it’s cold. He doesn’t care and puts a hand to the small of your back, slowly pushing you in deeper. You suck air in through your teeth as the cold water hits your warm skin. After you’re half way in he abandons you and walks over to the side of the pool, sitting down on the edge and letting his feet soak in the cold water. He pulls out a small orange book, the one you recognize from the office the first day you two fucked met. 

You watch as Genma rises to the surface, and opens his eyes once his face reaches the air. He sees you and starts swimming over to the shallower end you’re standing in. Genma stops once he’s close enough to you and stares at your breasts, sitting perky in the hotel provided bikini. 

“I knew I was gonna want to see you in your swimsuit. Looking good, Doc. Can’t believe you made me wait until today to see you like this.” He flirts. Again you’re scared of what Kakashi will do, knowing full well he’s eavesdropping. You look over and see that he’s white knuckle-ing the book, not looking up from the text he’s stopped reading. 

“You’re disgusting,” you say, splashing him with a quick swat of the water. It hits him in the face and he laughs. 

“You know you like it. Hey, wanna see something?” He says. You shrug, he has your attention better than you let off. 

“Watch this,” he puts a hand on the surface of the water, small ripples forming under the touch of his fingertips and into the bigger ripples made by the two of you. He smirks and suddenly the pool around you slowly stops rippling, the water going perfectly still. Your eyes widen, looking at the flat water. Suddenly you see small water droplets rising into the air between you and Genma. The droplets shine and sparkle, looking like small starts lit up by the pool lights in the night. 

“Woah, it’s beautiful.” You're starstruck. 

“I thought you’d like it.” He says softly, his lips then curl into a devious grin. You look at him confused before the water droplets come crashing into your face, you yelp in shock, even though it didn’t hurt. He laughs at you. “I also thought you’d fall for that.” 

You roll your eyes, swatting water at him again. You watch Kakashi get up from the edge, placing his book at a nearby coffee table. He walks over to the shallow side you're on and steps down the small stairs over to you and Genma. You start to worry as to what might happen. 

“Such a show off, I shouldn’t be surprised.” Kakashi says, you can hear the cynicism in his tone that Genma doesn’t pick up on. 

“Don’t say it like that, Captain. You make me sound full of myself, I'm just playing around.” Genma laughs, playfully hitting Kakashi's shoulder with the back of his hand. 

“Do I? It was your idea to invite us for night swimming and you didn’t even bring us any towels.”

“Oh shit, my bad. I’m sorry you’re right, you two are gonna freeze when you get out. I’ll be right back, I’ll go grab you some from my room.” Genma says, climbing up the stairs behind you and Kakashi. He closes the pool's gate and after a few seconds you two can’t hear him anymore. 

Kakashi steps closer to you, however you step forward and away from him. That is until he grabs your shoulder, pulling your back into his chest. 

“I’m going to give him a talking to. I don’t like the way he talks to you. I hate the way he looks at you too.“ He gripped your shoulders tighter, eliciting a small noise out of you. 

“Please don’t, I don’t want to lose any potential friends.” You sounded scared, worried Kakashi's lecture would stray Genma or eventually others away. 

“Pft- yeah. Friend… sure.” He sarcastically huffed into your ear. “Well then if you’re so adamant about me keeping quiet to him, maybe that means I just have to show you your place.” He whispers, his hips trail their way to your ass. 

“W-what do you mean?” you ask, feeling the sharp pang in your abdomen strike again. 

“I think you need to be reminded that I'm the only one who’s allowed to flirt with you. You belong to me, I refuse to be disrespected like this.” He slams his hips into you, his erection fitting snug between your clothed ass. Your breath hitches and you look around to see if anyone is able to see you two. 

“I don’t mean any disrespect, I’m sure Genma doesn’t either,” you plead. You’re not sure as to why you remain respectful to this man, especially after he’s claimed you as his own without your permission. 

Maybe it’s because the feeling of his hand sliding down to your chest is too good to pass up in a fit of disobedience, or maybe it’s because the way he’s breathing down your neck has you creating your own little pool between your legs. You absentmindedly push your hips back, trying to feel more of his cock through the articles of clothing you both are wearing. 

“You’re so naughty, pushing my buttons just so i can fuck you good. You’ve asked for it now, pretty girl.” He adjusts his mask and bites softly into your right earlobe. With one hand on your tit, the other trails down into your bikini bottoms, stopping at the top of your mound. You whine as you arch your back, the familiar feeling of hot blood rushing to your face as he starts to trail his fingers down to your core, playing with your slick. 

“I’ve been too nice to you for too long, I don’t want you getting spoiled now. Maybe I just need to remind you what you are to me,” he whispers seductively, nipping your soft flesh, licking away the pain. 

“Oh fuck- what… what am I?” you ask, not sure you want to know the answer. 

“You’re mine, you belong to me.” He says this demandingly, almost no hint of warmth in his voice at all. His voice is as firm as his dick, which he’s now starting to thrust into your ass with impatience. You feel yourself getting wetter as he runs circles on your clit, it’s so good you can’t internalize his words. You moan, gripping his wrist tightly, grinding your hips down on his hand. 

“Is that what you want? To be my little possession? Do you want to belong to me, sweet girl?” He smirks as his eyes narrow, licking a stripe along your jawline. You whine in response, too scared to object but too high on his fingers to worry about what he’s saying too much. 

“I… I don’t… know.” You shamefully huff between moans. “Please… don’t bring Genma into this,” you blush, listening to footsteps approaching from farther away.

“Then stop fucking flirting with him. If he tries anything I’ll make it even. No one messes with you, not while I’m around.” He death grips your tit, the footsteps getting louder. “I’m being serious when I tell you that nobody is allowed to mess with you, anyone who tries won’t stay long in the village,” he whispers, his tone dark and stern. 

Kakashi quickly pulls his mask up and lets go of you, moving away from your flustered self in the pool. Moments later, Genma opens the gate and walks in with fresh towels in his hands. 

“I brought the towels, I’ll set them on the table.” Genma moves over and sets the warm towels next to Kakashi’s book. You look over to Kakashi and he shoots you a knowing look from underneath his mask. You can tell that staying around long is going to get you in trouble, so you walk up the stairs and over to Genma.

“Thanks, I'm thinking I'm going to call it a night.” You pick up a towel and wrap it around you. Genma frowns.

“Aw man, seriously? Well I guess it’s getting late anyways. I guess it’ll just be me and you tonight huh, captain?” Genma asks, turning to Kakashi who’s getting up the stairs. 

“Sorry Genma, but I'm with her on this one. It’s getting late and I want to get a good night's sleep, especially since I’m taking the floor.” Kakashi says, taking the second towel and wrapping it around his waist. Genma sighs.

“Well then I guess we’ll all call it a night. I wish I stayed longer with you guys, I missed team bonding.” Genma says, throwing his towel over his shoulder, smiling at the two of you. 

“We can all hang out tomorrow after we help out the medical unit here, don’t worry.” You smile back. 

“I agree, whatever you want Genma, however tonight i’m calling it early. Let’s go back to our rooms. We have a lot of work tomorrow.” Kakashi says, walking towards the gate. You and Genma follow until you all reach the third story hallway and down to the door of your rooms. 

“Good night you two,” Genma says, giving you both a small wave before walking through his door and shutting it behind him. 

You unlock the door with your key and walk through, immediately heading towards the bathroom and tossing your towel on the lid of the toilet. You shut the door and start the shower water. As you remove your top the door opens behind you and Kakashi steps through. You yelp and quickly cover yourself, embarrassed. 

“Is there room for another?” He says, dropping his towel. You don’t shake your head no and he opens the shower curtain looking inside. “Funny, cause that’s not what I'm seeing. Get in, we can save water.” He orders, clearly looking for an excuse to see you naked again. 

He drops his swim trunks and they land at his ankles, quickly stepping out of them and into the shower. Your body quickly makes its own decision before it reaches your brain and you join him, cursing yourself silently. He smiles under his mask, and brings a soapy wash towel to your neck, rubbing off the dirt and makeup you have covering his marks. As the marks become more visible so does his erection, and you have to fight yourself to keep your eyes off of it. 

“I missed seeing these,” he mumbled, moving down to your chest and gently cleaning your torso. He groans, seeing you soapy and wet and you nearly melt. 

You looked over his shoulder and saw another cloth with a bar of soap on it. You reached around him and grabbed both, lathering the small towel with the bar. You then decided to clean his neck, as far up his face covering as you could, and gently scrub his shoulders. He exhaled deeply, pulling you closer to him. 

He trailed his hands down and started washing your hips, kneading the flesh as he worked. You moved your cloth down to his abs, tracing the muscles with the soapy cloth and cleaning away the day's sweat and chlorine. Kakashi smiled under his mask, eyeballing you as he worked. 

“Take your time, don’t be shy. Come here,” He said, putting the cloth down and grabbing a bottle of shampoo.

 He squirted the shampoo into his hand, then rubbed it with the other before massaging the product into your scalp. You sighed, his nimble fingers working the bubbles through your hair and pulling you in closer so the water could wash it out. You grabbed the bottle yourself and poured some into your palm working it between both hands. You reached up to his hair and scrubbed his scalp deeply. He sank lower to you so you could get a better angle. His soft hair was soon completely lathered and yet you still kept running your hands through his hair. 

Kakashi put his hands on your shoulders and brought you into his chest, letting the water run down the both of you. His thumb rubbing up and down your shoulder tenderly. You looked up at him through your wet hair and he looked down at you, scarlet eye on display for you. You reached out, your thumb tracing the part of his scar under his eye. 

“How’d you get this?” you lightly rasped. His face dropped before his eyes pierced into you longingly. his hands cupped your face and brought his clothed lips to yours. 

“Turn around, I have to wash your back.” He said, turning you around. He lightly scrubbed you, massaging your back while he cleaned you. You hummed, closing your eyes as the suds ran down your body. 

After your shower you two stepped out and he wrapped a towel around the both of you. He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He brought you to the end of the bed, lying you down and quickly kissing you with his clothed lips. You try to pinch and pull down his mask before he grabs your wrist. 

“Why won’t you let me see you?” You ask, brows furrowed. 

“Because you won’t let me see you either,” he says with a raspy voice hiding his face from you. 

He stands up, the towel joining you together dropping to your sides. He stares at you lying naked for a second with a contemplative look on his face. He grabs his headband he left on his nightstand and leans over you. He puts the cloth around your eyes, the metal plate on the other side, then tilts your head forward to tie it in the back. 

You lay back down, naked and slightly cold before you feel his chest against yours and the feeling of the bed underneath you dip. You part your lips slightly, unable to see anything but you know he has to be close. He is, and he kisses you softly, you lightly moan at the feeling of his warm lips. You put your hand on his lower back, trailing it up his neck slowly as he attacks your lips with his own. You can’t help but to open your mouth to invite him in deeper, his tongue swirling with yours. 

You felt his hands grab at your legs lifting them onto the bed and you bent them at his sides. He slid up until his dick was lying on top of your mound. You moaned into his lips, the yearning of being filled by him taking over. He started to grind against you and you arched your back into him, rubbing your tits against his chest. Your nipples hardened at the feeling of his warm, stiff body on top of you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening your kiss. 

Kakashi moved lower, and kissed your neck as he grabbed his cock and rubbed his head up and down your folds. You bucked your hips up, your mouth falling open each time his head nuzzled your clit. He smirked as he spread your juices up and down your cunt and then started to kiss you lower and lower. He planted open mouth sloppy kisses over your stomach as he backed away. He got on his knees and the loss of his body on yours made you frown. That is until his left hand gripped your thigh, pulling you closer to the end of the bed. Your heart raced, unable to see Kakashi or anything else, completely oblivious to the world around you. 

“Fuck sweet girl, I’ve gotta taste how sweet you really are.”

A soft kiss was placed on your inner thigh, then a rougher one that was filled with tongue and teeth. You moaned, feeling your tender skin get sucked purple and let go to be caressed with Kakashi's hot tongue. You squirmed, unable to stop yourself from trying to escape Kakashi's overstimulation. That it’s until he stopped making out with your thighs and moved on somewhere a little higher. You mewled as your thighs spread further.

“Good girl, keep those legs open for me. just like that.”

A kiss was placed at your clit and Kakashi's tongue poked out between his lips, caressing your sensitive bud. You moaned, slapping a hand to your mouth so as to not wake your room neighbors. Kakashi desperately wanted to take his time with you, he wanted to have you on that bed for hours, savoring your flavor the whole time as he opened you up for cock. But you were just too good for him to slow down. He gripped your thigh harder as he swirled his tongue around your cunt, tasting your sweet juices, he wrapped his right hand around his dick and started to fuck his fist. The taste of you on his tongue with you choking on your own moans was a work of art to him. He brought his hand to your cunt, his thumb flicking up and down your swollen clit as he laps at your pussy. 

He removes his thumb and rubs two fingers along your dripping hole, before plunging inside as you moan against your palm. You clench around his fingers, whining for more. 

“Already begging me for more? I’ve just started sweet girl and you’re already this stupid?” He chuckles slightly. 

He sucks your clit, then lets it go to lick at it again in a torturous cycle of pleasure as he finger fucks you. You rut your hips down, grinding onto his tongue, fingers and nose as he plunges inside and out, caressing that spot of yours each time addictively. You try to force yourself to keep your legs spread as his mouth becomes too much too soon, and you're quivering as slick and spit is covering your thighs. You’re seeing stars under your mask, hearing his muffled moans and slurps as well as the sticky sound of his hand rubbing up and down his cock.

“Kakashi-“ you whine behind your hand, your legs shaking on their own accord. He looks up, jerking himself to you wearing his headband and leaking down his fingers. 

Your hands grip onto his soft, wet hair as your core clenched with bursts of pure ecstasy. He pumps his fingers inside of you as he devours your cunt like a starved man. you finally feel yourself come undone, whining shamelessly and bucking into his face, gripping his hair tighter. He groaned, feeling you gush all over his face and hand as he continued to jerk himself off. He could’ve come right there. 

He stopped fisting his dick and used both hands to grab each of your thighs, fingers gripping down unforgivingly as he eats you out like you were his last meal. He pushes his warm tongue in and out of you, drinking in your arousal as you shake underneath him. 

You try pushing him away as the pleasure becomes too much, but that just makes him try even harder to overstimulate you until you’re moaning his name like it’s the only word you know. 

He gets off his knees and moves his hands up to your waist, knowing fully well he isn’t too far behind himself. He leans down to kiss you and you open your mouth, readily accepting his tongue and tasting your arousal as he lines himself up to your entrance and slowly thrusts inside. He pushes further inside you until he bottoms out with a groan. He starts slowly, strategically thrusting into you to hit your g-spot each time. He knows he is when your legs spasm under him and you choke with his tongue in your mouth. You keep your hands on both sides of his face, trying to memorize the inside of his mouth with your tongue alone. 

Kakashi soon snaps his hips into you with vicious strength, as you writhe underneath him in bliss. He has to hold you down even harder to keep you from squirming around everywhere as he drills into you, your juices coating both of your guys’ legs and filling the room with obscene squelches. You can feel each vein of his shaft as he pummels you, his dick stretching you out so beautifully painful is as addictive as it was the first time. 

“Fuck- It’s too much… please,” you moan, your tears soaking through the navy blue material. 

“That’s it, pretty girl just like that. Are you gonna coat my cock like you did to my face?” He whispers into your ear, biting on your earlobe again. “So fucking wet, you’ve been needing this, huh?” he asks as his thrusts are getting rougher and sloppier. You nod, regretting your answer immediately. 

His tongue glided over your bottom lip, sweeping over your cheek and down to your neck where he kissed passionately at his purple crime scene. You were about to come again and choke his cock until you felt one hand leave your waist and land around your neck, squeezing the sides of it. You moaned, face going hot from overstimulation. 

“Fuck- Kashi- shit that’s so good,” you whined, fluttering around his cock. You felt pleasure prickle at your spine, arching your back and feeling him impossibly deeper inside. 

“Ugh- all for me, pretty thing. You’re all for me, this pussy, these tits, l- fuck- it’s for me and me alone,” He grunts low as his pace doesn’t let up. 

“Please- fuck! I’m going to cum,” you cry, you can’t help but to try and grab for your blind fold until he grips hard at your wrists. He brings your hand up to his face, nibbling on your wrist.

“Don’t touch that. You’re going to be good for me or else I won't let you come,” He spits, soothing his bites with his tongue. 

“I’ll do it for you, I’m just so close,” you blubber. Kakashi smirks. 

“Come on this fucking cock then, show me you how badly you need to be mine. Give me what i want,” he growls in your ear, then back to biting your wrists. 

You let out a string of vulgar noises and curses, your body shaking underneath his, and pussy gushing around his dick. You’re seeing white regardless of the headband around your eyes. You come to and soon enough you feel his throbbing cock slide out of you, the bed dipping to your left. You feel a hand against your right cheek turn your head to the left, then squeeze your face until your mouth opens. Kakashi removes your blindfold, when you look up at him he’s kneeling to your left, stroking himself off, his now dry mask back on his face. A few more pumps and he’s groaning, spilling his warm cum into your mouth, blissfully watching you swallow his spend. 

After a few minutes you both walk to the bathroom and brush your teeth, Kakashi offers to do it for you but after coming to your senses via post-nut-clarity, you reject him and get to bed quickly. He follows after, pulling up the sheets and laying next to you. You turn to your side, facing away from him. 

“You said you were going to sleep on your sleeping bag,” you start cautiously. You pause and his silence speaks volumes. “But I guess this is okay.”

“Oh really? I didn’t know I needed your permission,” he mocks, throwing an arm over you and sliding you into his chest. You’re too tired to try and get away from him, but even if you weren’t, you’re not sure if you’d want to anyways. 

You turn around, placing a hand on his abdomen until he lays down on his back. Then you scooch closer and lay your head in between his armpit and chest. Why not? You already fucked him. You feel him breathing deeper underneath you, yet his heartbeat is slightly faster. You stay like this for a moment before he speaks,

“I meant what I said before, in the pool. You’re mine, and if anyone tries anything with you I will do what I see fit.” He says. You feel your hands go clammy, and you attempt to back off but he holds a hand against your back. “Don’t be that way. I know you like to hear it, that nothing comes between you and I. Doesn’t it make you feel special?” He asked, a sense of desperation in his voice. 

You have to admit it, it does. In a weird way it’s sort of flattering. You stay silent for a moment. 

“But it also scares me,” you say. What you don’t realize is that you’re speaking for the both of you. While you might be in fear of what he might do to another person or even to you, so is he. More so for that matter. 

Kakashi has never had this kind of stuff leave his fantasies. He keeps his nose in his books to drown out the deafening silence in his life. His friends and family have left him, his students have left him, his mentor has left him and his comrades have left him too. It seems that whenever he gets close to someone, they either end up leaving in the long run or end up with the cold fate of death. Like hell if he’s letting that happen to you.

Kakashi has also never been clingy. When his students left him to study under another, he encouraged them (only two) to seek out what they needed in a different mentor. He knew it would hurt but he also knew couldn’t hold them back. You’re a different story. He knows that you’re beautiful, smart, hardworking and kind, and because of that he knows he’s in trouble. It only took a second for him to become attached to you, and in that second he knew he couldn’t lose you. He would see you go out and flirt with others, dying inside in fear he would lose you before he even got to you. Now that he has some part of you, he has to keep you all to himself. 

Obsessed with this tragic theory that the world is out to get him and take all who he holds dear, he can’t help but treat you like you’re the last girl on earth. You’re more precious to him than diamonds, and while you may strike a flame in his heart and his loins you also strike him in the pit of his stomach. He’s terrified of what he’s becoming, someone who’s letting their guard down, someone who’s quick to get attached, someone who’s getting soft. But when he’s alone with you, he can’t help but to love these feelings that remind him he’s still human, regardless of the voices in his head screaming at him to stop before it’s too late. But a part of him knows that it already is. He tilts his face to you. 

“Awww, is someone scared of their big, bad, captain?” He taunts, you slowly nod to appease him. However, there’s a hint of truth in your answer. He laughs lightly. 

“Well good, it means you know your place. Just remember, I can scare you like this if I wanted to,” he pulls you in closer, kissing your forehead. “Or I can treat you like this if I wanted to. And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.” With his free arm he placed it on the back of your head bringing it closer to his chest. 

“So how did you get that scar?” You ask, desperately trying to change the subject. 

“Why did you leave your village?” He asks, trying to do the same. You take a deep breath in before shakily exhaling it. 

“I don’t come from a good place. All of our officials put out ordinances that only affected our local economy to sustain tourists and travelers. Our community wasn’t more than that. My parents were always too busy with work to ever come home and spend time with me. And growing up I didn’t have very many friends, the only ones I did usually got sick and couldn’t afford medicine or proper healthcare since it was so sparse. I hated seeing people I loved die of preventable illnesses, and what I hated even more was being alone.” You spoke sadly, Kakashi listening in to every word. 

“What did your parents do for a living?” 

“They own a restaurant,” you say with a small

smile, remembering your mother and fathers home cooked meals. He smiled back from under his mask. 

“Maybe we can go sometime?” He asks, there’s hope in his voice. You chuckle lightly, before your face settles in an uncertain expression.

“I don’t think I want to go back anytime soon.” You look away from him. 

“Why not?”

“It brings back bad memories. I hated being so lonely back then, I don’t want to ever feel that way again.” He frowns at your words.

“You won’t,” Kakashi says, running his hand up and down your hair. “Not while I'm around.” 

You felt his arms wrap around you and envelope you completely. You placed your head in between his neck, breathing in his natural scent mixed with the soap from earlier. You want to stay up, keep yourself awake to sneak a peek, but you feel bad and close your eyes instead. You quickly go slack in his muscles arms, and you're clouded completely with sleep.

PART FIVE OUT NOW!!!!!

Authors Note: I knew I REALLY wanted a "there's only one bed" chapter but I couldn't do that without writing just a little bit of fluff. I haven't written fluff in like... forever. so I apologize ahead of time if its lame. Also I don't wanna risk getting my stuff taken down so the next two chapters will probs be like this. ("Machi" and "Gale" your chapter will be next)

Thank you for reading! Check out prev chapters if you havent!

[velvetwyrme]

transformers one is out now!!! have yuo watched it yet?? how was it?? c:

HI ANON i hope you dont mind that i kept this in my askbox for a couple days because I hadn't watched it yet (wanted to make sure I was No Longer Sick, because being sick in the cinema is Not Great) and also technically it hasn't released here yet,,,? BUT apparently they've got advance preview weekends for like. the same price so Obviously I went.

ANYWAY I HAVE WATCHED IT NOW AND IT WAS FANTASTIC!!!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING.

AHHHHHHHHHH hold on I've been talking nonstop about it for like the last. 4 hours. fucking help me. or dont. I love to chatter and will continue to do so under the cut shjfkgnwmbfks so if you count this, it'll end up nearing 6. I'm... probably going to talk about this as if you know the general premise of the movie, but if not. Google it. Or just go watch it!! (Can recommend) I talk too much to summarise it fhfjfbskdnfkf

Vague spoiler warning because I don't know what I'll talk about rhdjfbekntkr,,,,

Edit: If you've been following me for any amount of time, you know that when I say this got long, you really do have to believe me on that.

My mom liked it as well???? She came with me because I didn't want to subject any of my irl friends to my tf rambling and she didn't want me to go alone fbfkfbkd I thought she wouldn't, but SHE LIKED IT.

Okay so first off: going into the theatre, I was so so afraid that I was going to have the same thought I had after watching Puss and Boots: The First Wish, which was- "I REALLY liked that, and it would have been one of my favorite movies if I was still a child." (Still a really good movie!!)

BUT I DIDN'T HAVE THAT. I JUST REALLY LOVE THE MOVIE FULL STOP.

Anyway, onto my wild rambling.

The visuals were superb!! Gorgeous. No notes. Freaking amazing animation and character design and world design !!!!! I'LL COME BACK TO THAT I COULD YELL FOREVER ABT WORLDBUILDING. The characterisation is so so good, so tasty.

Also because I'm a huge honkin nerd...

The movie is largely focused on the dynamic between Orion Pax/Optimus Prime and D-16/Megatron, but the other characters also shine through really well, and they show off a lot personality even with the ones with very few scenes. Elita-One is a fucking delight I wanna kiss her!!!!!!! She's so cool and pragmatic and it SHOWS in what she does and how she acts. She IS better than you, and she knows it. Even Starscreams confident yet cowardly nature is shown with him lounging on a throne and slinking off after his fight with D-16, and he's barely there!!! RAHAGGHHH I love what you can do with characterisation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also my god this movie was funny. Even when the pacing is fast it's a GOOD fast. Comedic moments are used really well in this, and it flips smoothly between that and the more serious and heartfelt bits.

AND HRHFJFJDK okay so maybe its just my sense of humor, but I found Bee to be really really really funny. He's just like me for real!!! Talks too much, excited as HELL about everything!!!!!!!!! HE'S JUST LIKE ME. I also told my mom this and she was like. "Yes! He is jist like you!! He talks a lot. You would do the knife-hands thing. Also, you're wearing yellow." And. I was. I am. hrhfjfjfkkghdk 💛💛 Shockwave in this movie is ALSO very funny. He gets punched <3 Many other characters also get punched, but he complains about it. He reminds me somewhat of TF Animated Shockwave but less intimidating sgdjfbdjfbdmfbmd

Speaking of characters... Airachnid was so pretty. I love her design so much!!!! She's alien and COOL and I love her!!!!! She has so many eyes... (I'd ALSO love to know more about what her deal is. But... her lack of a motive/story is made up infinitely by strong screen presence and personality) Sentinel was ALSO very pretty and I loved seeing him on screen but I (spoilers) loved seeing him get ripped in half more. Those were LOVELY shots.

I brought my mini Soundwave along with me!! I liked Soundwave in the movie even if he didn't play a big part <33 The "there sure are a lot of waves" joke was VERY funny because I had the exact same thought moments before.

There are a LOT of cameos in the film and I kept going "AHHHHH [CHARACTER]". I get why they didn't add more as main characters- there were a loooooot of characters running around already, and only 2 hours!! Even so, I still wish we saw more of the other characters that cameoed (JAZZ!!!!!! MY BOYYYY!! I WAS SO SCARED THEY'D KILL HIM OFF) or had minor appearances because I just. I want to know what they'd do with the characterisation........ but that's what fanfic for for ig ehfjfhdk,,

And on the topic of lovely shots, theres a series of scenes near the end of the movie with no dialogue, only music and sound and. It's SO good. It's so impactful and beautiful and ausuaiaiurhrgh...

The whole movie is inherently sort of a tragedy since it's a prequel. We all know how it ends; what these characters become. But the build up to that is so SO good. I loved the character progression- D-16'S PROGRESSION TO BECOMING MEGATRON IS!!! AHHHHH!! I loved seeing him shift from one perspective to another and they made it believable.

His anger and betrayal giving way to violence- there's this one bit shortly after they are given the ability to transform where you See that violence in D-16 fir the first time, and it's shot so starkly in comparison to the other characters (who also fight to get away) and it's just like. Oh. There's the potential for something dangerous there.

It is so so interesting to me to see how that violence is framed in comparison to the others- all three of the other protags have their moments of violence- Elita-One is very very intimidating and used violence/threats to get her way, and Bee has this lightheartedness/innocence to his violence... Orion Pax is just. he's doing what needs to be done, he takes no joy from the destruction- he's fighting back, but I think most importantly all of them know when to stop.

There are the fights and punches that get thrown around, and then there is D-16 wailing on Starscream. Megatron RIPPING SENTINEL IN HALF. God that scene was good.

Anyway, sometimes in media a character goes through a Big Event that changes or breaks them, but here? There is no breaking point for D-16/Megatron. It's a slow spiralling descent and you see him taking one step after another, deciding to continue down this path. This is shown in a more literal way with his eyes slowly changing colour through the movie (fucking SICK SHOTS!!!!!!!) but there are a dozen more moments where you can see him decide who he is becoming.

IT WAS REALLY GOOD, I LOVE SHIT LIKE THAT.

And as audience!! Though we know this change is inevitable!! (This is an event in the past- the end of this is already written!!!) It's still tragic!! I feel for him!! I want him to keep getting back up in the face of Sentinel's cruelty!!!!!!!!!!

Orion watching his friend change, seeing them grow further apart... and he still hangs onto that hope right up until the end (and even after that!!!!!! He banishes him, because he will not kill him!!)

imo, they did Orion Pax/Optimus Prime really well in this one- he gets into a lot of trouble and it somehow works out. I think they do really well in making him feel down to earth in this- he's punchy and dynamic and has this unwavering respect for the people around him, but he's also good at being tricky and manipulative to get interesting outcomes that nobody else could have considered- he knows how people tick on an individual level and he knows how to use that. He thinks differently, and it's fantastic. Most importantly, Orion can see something nobody else can: a world where things are better.

Orion becoming Optimus... ough. aough. It's so!!!!!! AHHH. I loved all of the sequences that follow after. When his signature axe made an appearance I was so excited it was REALLY COOL. ALL OF IT WAS SO COOL.

The fight choreography is FANTASTIC and while it was a little messy at times (so much... going on........) it was fluid and dynamic and mwah mwah mwah I love it.

ALSO I SAID I'D YELL ABOUT WORLDBUILDING but this is really really long already so like. I'll keep it short as I can

The glimpses of the society that exists is FASCINATING to me. We don't get to see much of it, because our main characters are purely of the lower classes, so what's available to us is quite limited, but the class structure is INTERESTING to me. Unlike IDW, where form dictates function, this universe is driven (ha. ha.) on the idea that some Cybertronians can't transform (and thus work in the lower classes, as miners and waste management etc.) but as it turns out, (spoilers) they actually get their transformation cogs removed before they come online. And like... I can't help but wonder how they pick who gets that treatment?? Luck???? I'm dying to know.

ALSO I really like the Quintessons (sad they're not the the horrible five faced creature things. I wanna see the Weirdos!!!!) but I still think these fuck hard. They're really buggy and organic and cool (I adore their ship designs holy shiiiiiiiiit- just yesterday I was admiring all the bugs and monsters and crabby things in Guild Wars 2, and now THIS?? BLESSED.) And the CYBERTRONIAN DEER ARE COOL!!!!!!!!!! I like them. That's all. I wished we got to see more of the bio-mechanical parts of the planet...

AND AND THE PLANET ITSELF HOLY SHIT AHHHHHH!!!!! The city is gorgeous- the spires going up and down is mwah amazing. The roads and rails appearing/disappearing as they are used? PEAK. The MINES and the surface of Cybertron. They're shifting, moving, alive. I legit was staring slackjawed when they were in the mines- it's just SO COOL to watch!!!

OKAY. IM DONE NOW.

...

AUGH I want to watch it again. I probably WILL watch it again.

If you got all the way down here, thank you for reading (?!) and please tell me what YOU thought of it if you've seen it 🥺👀 Or if you're going to. I definitely recommend it.

[melonteee]

When opla was announced I was guarded, but trailers and learning that Oda would have first and last word about everything made me hopeful.

But I knew that live action are never for the actual die hard fans.

Too much need to be cut because of time, as real actors cant look like they only age two years for 26 years, and some cartoon stuff doesnt translate well to live action *cough* garps fist of love *cough*

So I was able to convince my friend to watch opla with me.

She had read the manga when she was little, up to syrup village, so she was excited to see Kuro because she actually liked him back when she read it.

I was mostly there just to observe my friends reaction to it instead.

My favorite moment was watching her freak out after the "grandpa?" reveal.

I dont like that Garp was included that early on, I didnt mind him being there at rogers execution. But more than that seemed too much. I watched some Netflix guy explaining that they wanted to add a reason why the strawhat had to keep moving from island to island, but no marine would do because who would bother chasing a pirate crew with no bounty. I understand that reasoning. Still dont like it, but I understand.

But my friends reaction made it all better.

Did you know netflix wanted a romance between Nami and Zoro? Thank god Oda was there to stop it.

Also my friend and I quote "Oregano is for savages!" a lot now.

I'm truly glad you liked it anon and I do understand the excitement that came with it, but I honestly could not stand it. Nearly every scene and every line was like "Sanji wouldn't say that. Nami wouldn't do that. Why is this happening? Luffy definitely wouldn't say that."

An adaptation must adapt to its medium, true, but that is not what this did. This was an insanely loose reinterpretation that took so much charm away for me. I've talked about it on this Tumblr tons now but I've finally had the time to watch through all of it now that the hype's died down, and it just made me angrier per episode?

They had to shorten things down, but they included so many new scenes that added nothing? They had to explain the Strawhats going from island to island... WHY? They literally had a spine to go off, the original property had them going from island to island to find a crew and get to the grand line. That's literally a very solid reason. WHY did they need any marines chasing them? It just sounded like an excuse to add a fan favourite character so the Garp fans could scream about it.

And I've said this many times, but Oda being part of the process genuinely means nothing to me. Netflix infamously do not listen to their creators, and not only did they admit Oda HATED the Garp addition and they STILL added him, you can tell so much of his original vision was thrown aside for non-anime fan audience convenience. Usopp and Sanji felt like side characters for god's sake, Buggy felt comically evil for a LIVE ACTION, Mihawk's fight was literally so empty due to the fact no one was THERE? NAMI was the one who yelled she believes in Zoro and they'll always be friends??

I truly do not believe Oda would agree to most of that, and considering we know he was ignored for Garp, we know for sure he was definitely ignored for many other things.

As always, if you loved it, great! I'm glad the excitement was met. Maybe I'm cynical, maybe it's not to my tastes, but it screams Netflix cash cow to me and the whole time I watched it I thought "This is not One Piece at all."

As a reinterpretation? Great!

As an adaptation? It failed miserably. None of the characters felt like themselves and the additional scenes were so nothing. Sorry for the sour reply anon but for those on here who know, I indeed have a sore spot for that entire production.

I honestly think a lot of people got blinded by the pretty actors and the millions of dollars that went into production and promotion to really look at it for what it was trying to be.

[radioactivedragonbones]

ok here it goes! keep in mind that this has just existed in my head off and on, and not for very long lol!

so, i love the guardians are a family and Jack is the son trope lol, so that's what I based this on.

background:

Set in Berk times

Jack is a fairly young Frost Giant and I'm not really sure yet how he meets the guardians but they're really close

the Guardians are pretty prominent figures in Berk, not visiting all that often, but after Berk became accepting of Dragons they've had an awareness and respect for the Guardians (they're kind of like spirits in this if that makes sense)

the main plot point that I would love to write for a fic is Berk stuck in a very long and harsh winter that keeps going on long past it should.

Berk calls the Guardians because they believe it's spirit related (they haven't met Jack yet)

Jack has been missing and the Guardians have been looking for him so they haven't been back to Berk in a few years

when the Guardians make it to Berk the sense Jack's presence (magically idk lol 😅)

Jack's been put to a coma like sleep under the ocean surrounding Berk (he's hugeeee compared to Berk rn so he fully surrounds it curled up)

Because he's a Frost Giant he's so cold that he was accidentally causing a permawinter in Berk

The Guardians manage to wake him up and he slowly and sleepily rises out of the ocean to face all of Berk and the Guardians

I've had this imagery of water raining off him cause he's so huge, but also so cold so it freezes on him and breaks off when he moves

The Guardians tell Jack that Pitch was the one to imprison him (more magic i haven't figured out lol, also don't know how he does it 😭)

Jack gets angry and tries to stand but can't so he reaches over, rips a tree out of the ground and uses his remaining energy to grow it into a new staff (the movie in my head makes this look so cool and awesome trust me)

he stands, almost falls and has to shrink down where the Guardians catch him and Berk offers them a place to stay while they figure things out

obviously there's Hiccup x Jack lol

That's all I have for now! Sorry if some of it doesn't make much sense!! thanks for listening to me ramble lol

That sounds awesome and the imagery of Gigantor Jack rising out of the water with icicles forming and breaking off him is stunning. I too have a movie-maker in my brain lol. Also the tree becoming a staff is super cool.

I always imagined the Guardians being these distant god-like figures that the villagers in Berk see similar to how we understand viking era folks relationships with their gods/figures of magic. Them forming a relationship with these larger-than-life [sometimes literally] beings would be really cool to explore! Coming to know these figures they've been arguing over being superstition or not *are in fact real* and are *so very human* when they drop their mighty facade; and later forming interpersonal relationships and general Berk-Guardian deals.

I imagine North to be the frost giant father figure when he meets Jack, kinda taking him under his wing as a young frost giant who keeps getting knocked down by far more ancient creatures like pitch. He's been around a while and chills in Jotunheim most of the time, having basically the = of his workshop situated there. But the Berkians see him as a bit of a protective winter diety, one who brings 'gifts' in the middle of the harshest season; wildlife to hunt, winter berries and hearty crops that can survive the frost, etc. They'd probably find some stashed goods they forgot about and attribute it to North gifting it to them, which may be true. A lot of random items ppl dont remember having, but have thought about needing, seem to turn up in their homes throughout December.

Bunny would be a spring forest fey-creature type figure, known to paint the colors into nature in the spring. Maybe they start finding painted dragon eggs around and a yearly hunt starts up as a game between them and the illusive harmless trickster creature. Soon they start painting their own dragon eggs around hatching season, in his honor, and as a bit of a decoration. If youre gonna have dragon eggs all over berk anyways, why not make em pretty? He's also a protector figure, thought to keep dangerous creatures away from the town and people. Maybe even a helper to the lost; leaving a little trail of colorful eggs along the path back to town when kids wander off and get disoriented in the thick woods.

Haven't thought too much about Tooth and Sandy tbh cause I'm not entirely sure how to reform them into a bit more... unfamiliar and creepy but ultimately beneficial diety/folkloric figures. Tooth would be a human-sized fairy, ofc, and have smth to do with teeth and deals made with said teeth, but I'm not sure beyond that. Maybe shes a symbol of wealth and growth, as well as memory and retaining knowledge from your youth to inform your future. And ofc Sandy still has to do with dreams and sand, but I'm not sure how the Berkians would worship him yet. What kind of offerings they'd give in exchange for dreams or a good night's rest. Maybe he works with oracles/seers to give them visions in their dreams; omens good and bad alike, of past, present, maybe future. Perhaps he works primarily with Gothi and her practice revolves around divination and wisdom, with Sandy as a bit of a guide and source of knowledge.

Idk you've got me thinking about their relationships with the Berkians and how that relationship impacts their everyday life and religious practices. I love it!

[the-s1lly-corner]

I'm back on my silly goofy haha bullshit once more. [This time with itward]

Itward with a reader who likes to make bread and tend to plants, maybe they make flower crowns and gifts for itward like bread and plant related things! [A basket made out of dead grass or handmade paper/books! Paper can be made from a bunch of weeds and just plants in general mixed with baking soda and boiled!]

Make sure to take time to rest, get water and eat something, such as a snack! :D

Itward x reader who bakes and does plant stuff !

LETS GO ITWARD FANS WE EATING TONIGHT!!!!!

God I'm so so sad that fran bow and little misfortune is.. not that popular <\3 or at least doesnt have a huge active fanbase

Which sucks because it deserves the attention! The game is amazing and did a lot for me growing up (comfort media am I right?) And you can tell the creators put so so so much passion into the games

Also itward pretty

Honestly until we are confirmed otherwise, I like to think that everyone returned to ithersta after the end of the game... and until more content comes out (iirc they are working on a DLC bonus chapter! Dont quote me on that !!) And disproves that, I am going to believe that itward raises fran in ithrsta

Anyways

Whether the reader is human or from a different reality, they're here in ithersta, too! Plus I think that's the most fitting place given the prompt :0

You and itward love baking together, often exchanging recipes and sharing tips on how to get the best product!

Imagine you two start a garden in order to be more self sufficient! Berries and veggies (get creative with the bread flavors!!!!) and the like are grown in your garden as well as some herbs and such! As well as other general plants that may be needed for whatever; potions, ointments, ect!

Plus itward just seems to be the type to be as self sufficient as possible, doesn't tend to buy things unless it's something he truly cant produce on his own..

Very friendly but asides from Fran, mr midnight, palontras, ziar, and the great wizard, and even cogwing, I dont think itward speaks to many people, given his introverted nature... at least according to the character sheet KMGs posted a few months ago!

Keeps every single piece of paper you've made for him. Compiling them all into multiple books! Keeps all his books in a little shelf he built in his ship... they're all kept neat, tidy, and dusted!

Ooouuugh he looooves when you make him flower crowns, loves slipping them around his hat and letting them rest on the brim of it

Dries out the crowns so he can preserve them for as long as possible... adds them to the main area of his flying ship, where the little shadow theatre thing is!

No thoughts only you two in the garden and he tucks a flower behind your ear.. looks at you with so so much love

You think his eyes can get all huge? Like cat eyes? Because I think so... his eyes get all round when he looks at you

Full of love

Okay back to the baking portion of this because I'm kind of neglecting it a bit, I feel

Theres nothing sweeter than baking something with your loved one, and enjoying your team work and company

I think you guys would have music softly playing in the background while you both work together

Maybe I want to rewatch fried green tomatoes, but you guys end up having a lighthearted food fight

Completely out of character for itward, but I think you can spark this silliness in him

Plus despite what the suit may imply, I think itward doesnt mind getting dirty... I mean he literally is an engineer! Bro probably gets greasy sometimes! Please help him clean the crevices between his bones

... that's another idea I absolutely adore and have talked about ^^^

Hold his hand and help him clean between his bones, please please he'd be so still and patient

[blubushie]

i dont think anyone has laid out exactly what irks me about vegans so successfully

they really are bleeding hearts- i recently got told off for enslaving animals because I have chickens, something I know for a fact they had to go digging for because I sure didn't mention that in the conversation. I'm not even a proper farmer, I don't turn a profit off of my chickens, they're really just pets that come with the bonus of eggs and learning the circle of life at an early age. It just seems to me that the loud angry vegan crowd can't tell the difference between genuinely horrifying and unethical factory farms vs. any group of humans who happen to farm free range animals.

I also believe it stems from the fact that as a society there's an unwillingness to accept that humans are animals and not some great overlooking gods in comparison to animals.

Yeah and the amount of vegans I've seen claim we don't give a fuck about our stock is insane! You know how much a SINGLE bullock is worth? Fuck me! We do everything we can for them not just because THEY ARE LIVING CASH but also because we DO genuinely like our stock! We like being with them!

"Waaaah Australian sheep farmers mules their sheep" yeah we do it so they don't fucken DIE of flystrike! But none of these cunts know what flystrike is cuz they don't actually know anything about fucking agriculture. Ough.

Free-range farming for cattle especially is stupid to argue against since we USED to have bison in the US until they were almost driven to extinction to kill off the Natives. SOMETHING has to continue that economic niche and until bison populations return to what they were pre-genocide, cattle should fill that void. And they do.

Same thing with Australia—we graze cattle on open land, not keep them cooped up in factories. I think too many people confuse factory farms as beef when in reality they're dairy, and most are pretty good. BAD factory farms (see: unethical conditions) are usually poultry (chickens, turkey, quail) fowl (duck, geese) and pigs. I've genuinely never seen pigs in a commercial production that had proper space or range to do pig things.

But that's easily remedied—if you're in the US, buy a rifle and hunt the pigs yourself, because feral pigs are fucking everywhere and ruining the ecosystem. That or buy your pork from your local non-factory farm. If enough people do it, the factories will start shutting down. If you're in Australia, get a hunting and firearms licence and do the same, or if you don't wanna bother with that, buy your meat locally or tip your local pig shooter and maybe he'll give you some meat as a gift (legally we can't sell feral pig meat).

All of these are easily solved by just buying local, doing the hunting yourself, or advocating for better conditions for commercial animals. Not convincing people to go vegan, because for most of the world who isn't a privileged little shit living in a big city on daddy's money, veganism is entirely unsustainable and unaffordable.

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Listen I dont want to sound like im being pushy or rushing anything but i neeeeeeeeeed the next chapter of the webgott modern au you have been posting! I feel like im in a drought!

babe believe me I understand lol i'm certainly being pushy with myself too, unfortunately there's just not enough hours in the day! thankfully I've almost wrapped up the next chapter of rivers that I want to put out before anything else, then after that I'm going back and forth between wrapping up everybody wants to rule the world or pretty on the inside first (since the sequel to that is already started👀).

so believe me I'm writing a ton lol just slow going right now probably until July, but I'm trying to come back to life in the meantime ~

here's a peak since you've been so patient 🖤thank you!

“I guess I just thought that maybe if I did things the way other people seemed like they did them I might feel a little bit less…” David thought out loud, mouth closing even as it stayed open, the word that refused to be spoken stopping any further sounds with the force of its consonants. “I don’t know.”

Joe looked at him for a moment that seemed to stretch out into hours before he pulled his eyes away, glancing out the window at the sky, which looked more and more like rain the longer they idled. Finally, he sighed, smoke tinted, and shook his head, giving David a look that he got the sense he was supposed to know how to interpret. 

“I think you and I need to get something straight,” he said, unerring and yet still reluctant.

Barely holding back a snort of derision, David tilted his head back against the cracked window with a low, aggravated sound. “Oh, God.”

“I’m serious,” Joe went on, giving him an impatient glare as he took an anxious pull on his cig. “If what you’re looking to get out of this - this -” he made an unclear gesture between their two lounging forms, cigarette dangling from his fingers. “This thing is a relationship, or validation, then you can count me out of that.”

David raised a brow at him. “You still want to fuck me?”

“I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone, that’s not the point,” Joe rebuked, his voice a gravelly rumble with the smoke. “But I don’t want you to get the wrong impression here.”

Humming, David gave him a doubtful look. “I think maybe you should tell yourself that.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You can say you don’t want to date me but I think you’re full of shit.”

“You need to get your ears checked if you didn’t hear everyone on the planet telling you to stay away from me,” Joe said brusquely. “We can fuck and be friends and that’s cool, but we can’t date each other.”

David shrugged. “Sure.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know you’re serious.”

Joe huffed, rolling his eyes as he took a last drag of the cigarette, foregoing the ashtray and just tossing his spent butt over his shoulder and out the window. “Then stop giving me that smug look like you know what I want better than I do.”

Laughing derisively, David blinked at him, feeling self-assured in the worst way. “You want to date me, you’ll come to that realization in your own time, but you don’t hide it as well as you seem to think you do,” he said obliquely, reaching for his own discarded coffee and taking a bracing sip. 

“You ever meet anyone you didn’t secretly think was dying of love for you?” Joe asked, voice an unamused monotone.

David thought, if anything to pout his face into looking like he was thinking. “Once or twice.”