#and so is he after that hit to the nuts ow

[ilovegarbage]

My dude really just scored his first World Cup goal I’m gonna be screaming crying and throwing up for like four days

[roturo]

CRY FOR ME -dick grayson x f!reader

① NEW REQUEST FROM ANONYMOUS!: sex pollen, old lovers meet again.

→ summary: He loves you, he really does, but he left you. Months wondering why he did that had you crying for him, never ending the never-ending cycle of the abandoned by Dick Grayson wasn't in your to-do list. It's time to hit him with a smile, rather than a goodbye that would leave him wondering.

→ warnings: SMUT, angst, sex pollen, mating press, breeding kink, marking, fingering & oral (f receiving), mutlipes orgasms, overstimulation, mention of weight loss (but it's never specified how much or the weight of the reader exactly, neither a body type), hero into villain!reader, med student!reader, mentions of kory and dick being together but never in a relationship, reader is friends with harley quinn, reader was part of the og titans.

A/N: I'm really proud of this one, might even do pt2 if it gets support. -Words: 3.4k

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¨And you know what I hate most of all that shit he put me through?, He-¨

¨Can you please stop talking about Dick Y/N? It's been MONTHS, damn it! almost a year! You're driving me nuts! I'm not even Dick's ex, or friend and I already hate him as much as you do. So let's move on.¨

¨You don't understand, I was a good girlfriend! Shit! I even became a hero for him! Now look where we are.¨

Harley laughs at your remark of how the tables have turned.

Both of you were sitting at the top of a building eating some ice-cream, which Harley insisted on steal from a random kid on the street, after robbing some random store she liked a collar from, you were now looking at how police officers where trying to look for a culpable of this crime.

It's been 11 months and 5 days since Dick broke up with you. You couldn't AND still don't understand why he did it, both of you were fine one day and the next one he decided, 'oh how could I destroy the woman of my dreams heart?, I know how! What if I tell her I don't need her anymore in my life and she's useless! then some months later fuck some fire princess and act like i'm a new person with this new suit and name! oh! also, re-do the titans! when my ex helped me do the og ones, helped when the fell apart but she's useless anyways!'

To say you weren't deep down for him, would be a lie. You don't know how he could keep laughing everyday knowing how his little trauma ass dumped you like trash. Well, if you're being honest he doesn't have a small ass, but that doesn't matter.

¨Aw, I want more ice-cream¨ Coming back to earth after some deep thoughts, Harley grabbed you by the wrists in order to change up and start looking some restaurant for dinner.

After changing clothes and Harley talking about how obsessed she´s with the Joker, you couldn't quite blame her, both of you were finally walking on the street, laughing at some random inside joke both of you had.

¨Huh.¨ Your phone started ringing and you could swear if it wasn't cold enough to freeze you up, the call was. ¨Who is it?¨ Harley asked, sneaking through your shoulder.

¨OH! Donna?, the cute girl you talked about?¨

¨Shhh, let me attend this call... Hello? Donna?¨

¨Y/N, um- hello! How are you? It's been what? one year since we don't talk?¨ ¨I'm... fine. How about you?¨

You were quite confused for this call, on the outside you're calm, but inside, you're freaking out.

¨I'm good, it's nice to hear you're doing fine!¨ ¨Thank you Donna, but I know you just don't call to ask how i'm doing, what's wrong?¨ ¨Oh well, you quite know me well Y/N, i'm sorry it seemed that way, but you're like the only person I know who could help us with some medical issues, you know? So I wanted to ask you if you could come and help us to deal with Conner, and maybe stay some days...? i'll explain you who he is and all of that later.¨ ¨Donna, you know i'm not longer on the me-¨

Harley pinched you in the arm, trying to talk but you were faster. ¨Ow Harley! Stop it!¨ You told your best friend in a whisper so Donna couldn't hear the both of you, also covering the microphone of your phone, for... extra precautions.

¨You don't understand! This is an awesome opportunity! You're going undercover in the titans tower! Imagine how crazy Jack (Jocker) would be! Say yes!¨

Thinking it for a few seconds, she was right, you could get some important information from them, it was indeed, an awesome plan.

¨Who knows, you might also see bird-boy again!¨ She said raising her eyebrows in a teasing way making you roll your eyes.

¨Y/N? Are you still there?¨

¨Yes, when do you need me to be there?¨

¨Erm... now if it's possible¨

You were now unpacking your suitcase, Donna told you to pack for at least a month, isn't that incredible?

You haven't come across any of the other titans, beside, Donna, Dawn, Gar, Rachel, Jason and Rose... Quite interesting team.

You didn't introduced well to the kids since you were in a hurry to enter your temporary room and not ran into someone else...

While you were unpacking your old tools Wayne gave you while you were their medical support 'hero' maybe also because you were a med student, you still helped with fights, bruises and hits.

You found the 'special' bandages you had for Dick, since the 'normal ones weren't soft enough for his bruises' a small smile appeared on your face at those old memories.

Now unpacking your clothes, you found three special lingerie underwear with a note from Harley:

'Just in case you have some fun ;)

xx Harley~'

The note made you roll your eyes but you couldn't deny it brighten your mood, throwing away the not and putting aside the 'Harley present', you continued unpacking your clothes, you brought in a separate case for your suit, just in case.

¨Y/N! Can you come here?¨

¨Coming!¨ maybe you could order the clothes other time.

When you entered the living room, the kids were no longer there, except Jason.

They started explaining you what happened between Deathstroke and what they know about Conner, you were paying attention to know what you're dealing with, you haven't even realize Dick came in sight until Dawn mentioned it.

But Dick didn't came alone, he was next fire princess which you couldn't care less to investigate her name when you found out about Dick meeting her.

¨Oh Dick! We brought Y/N so she could help us with Conner, since we don't have anyone else who knows about this weird medical stuff.¨ They know what happened between you two, and they still decided to ask for your help knowing he's going to be here.

You stood up from the sofa, eyes locking with his, you couldn't longer see the coldness in his eyes, but there wasn't warm either, you couldn't quite decipher what he's feeling.

¨Kory¨ She gave you her hand at which you responded with your name and doing the same. You locked eyes with her for a brief moment, a small smirk appeared in your face but disappeared once the greeting finished.

¨Y/N.¨ You locked eyes with him, a tension only the two of you could feel. You were different, much prettier, you lose some weight too, blame it on the break-up depression, but you were shining.

¨Grayson.¨ Hearing you say his last name instead of his name he could feel a small part of him getting shattered inside him, you changed.

After checking on Conner and taking some notes, it was finally night time, you were eating some cereal, knowing more about Gar and Rachel, Kory, Dawn, Donna and Robin were dressed up with their suits.

¨We have some issues to deal tonight with another troublemaker, nothing serious though, just a one night problem.¨ Dick announced while getting ready to go out.

¨Y/N, you should come! Maybe warm out a little like the old times." Dawn invited you, how nice of her, only if she knew you were also a troublemaker.

¨No thank you, i'm only here for medical support.¨ You gave her a small smile and said your goonights.

Some knocking in your door woke you up, it only passes one hour since you went asleep and they're already annoying you, first day!

¨Y/N? Are you awake?¨ You heard Dawn saying though the door.

¨Mmh¨ You replied.

¨We need you, it's Dick.¨

Even more annoying.

You walked next Dawn through the halls until you finally came into Dick´s room. Inside they were Donna and Kory, clearly concerned about his well being.

His behavior seemed, weird, there wasn’t any bruises or cuts, not even blood. He was just twisting in pain on his bed. You stepped closer to him, and got your hand on top of his forehead at which he only whined, that scared you, since it sounded more like a moan than a whine. He was hot, sweating and moving a lot.

You had your suspicions what this could be, but you needed to confirm it, this can't be real.

¨Can you please... tell me with which villain you fought with?¨

¨Ivy¨ Donna said.

Shit.

¨I need to make a call¨ you quickly said running out of the room.

¨Surprise, surprise!¨ Harley said in her taunting tone. ¨Oh my god Harley, I can't believe you.¨ ¨Well, you know a girl needs to help her best friend, so... I called another friend and voilà!¨ ¨What am I supposed to do? I don't have the fucking cure for sex pollen Harley! I owe you one, can't believe Ivy did this for me.¨ ¨You just said it, sex. C´mon Y/N!, it's your moment to play with him! He had you like a sad girl, why don't turn her into a mad girl? Make him cry for you. Break his heart like he did with you.

You ended the call, and just in time, Kory came. ¨Y/N, we need you Dick keeps talking about you and rambling about some stupid things.¨ You could sense a strange behavior from her, like if she just discovered something big.

Watching Dick twisting in pain and saying your name in just some black briefs felt good. You can't lie to yourself Harley was right.

¨It's sex pollen¨ You admitted.

¨And what's the cure? Do you have it? That's why you made the call?¨ Donna asked.

¨No, the only cure for it it's well... sex. The pollen might last for at-least 3 days or even a week, symptoms are well... extremely high sex-drive, dehydration, high temperatures, and... I think that's all.¨

Donna chuckled at what happened to Dick, ¨Let's go girls, let's leave this to Kory.¨ Dawn just laughed at a very shocked and blushed Kory, ¨Don't be like that Donna, Kory and Dick haven't confirmed anything yet.¨ You felt your jaw clenching, but decided to act calm, and when all of you were almost leaving, you were stopped.

¨No. I want her.¨ Dick said, pointing towards you. All of you stayed quiet at the sudden confession. You were shocked to say at least, blood rushing to your cheeks, you were about to leave that damn room until you remembered what Harley said.

Cry for me.

Donna grabbed your shoulder, looking at you. ¨You don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable.¨

¨No. It's okay, i'm in.¨

After mentally preparing yourself, bringing some water bottles into the room, they left you alone with him.

You sat next to him on his bed, memories came back flying around the both of you.

¨Look, I know that-¨ He completely cut you off when he started kissing you, making you lay down on the bed, you left a small moan when he broke the kiss for a moment.¨Oh my god, you don't know how much I wanted to kiss you again.¨

Did he missed you? Every question that came to your mind was easily erased when he started kissing and sucking your neck while unbuckling your jeans and taking them down with your underwear, he pulled apart to admire the bruises he left, he grabbed your panties and threw them to his nightstand.

He started kissing your thighs, making small pauses on each to make sure he's marking you as his again. Every time he went higher until he gave a small peck on your clit. ¨I can't wait to taste you sweetheart.¨ There it is... the nickname.

He got your legs over his shoulders and gave a testing long lick on your pussy, teasing your hole. At which he started sucking your clit once he heard the high pitched moan you did when he teases your hole.

His started spelling his name with his tongue on your pussy at which it only made you hornier, suddenly he inserted his index finger inside you. Dick sped up, fingers now flicking in and out of you at light speed, nose pressed into your clit, and before you knew it you were cumming, shuddering on his mouth, crying out his name.  Quickly he took all the remaining clothes from you and him, now both of you completely naked for each-other.

He was rock hard. No, scratch that, his cock looked like it was made of fucking ruby. Red and painful and already half-soaked with pre-cum.

He pressed your legs impossibly closer to your torso, moving down to meet your eyes, until you were folded in half beneath him, legs on his shoulders, putting you into a—

Oh. 

Oh. 

This was going to be a long night.

He fell on his forearms, and you wondered how much more you could take- He laced his fingers on top of your head, thumbs on your forehead, holding you still. He mumbled out another gonna make you feel s’ good before pounding you in earnest, practically bouncing you both on his mattress. His balls smacked against your ass, and the feeling was so damn satisfying that he just had to go harder. You would sport matching bruises tomorrow, his hips on your ass. You pushed out moans in time with his unforgiving pace, a metronome playing the beat to which his sanity danced away from him. 

“More?” He sounded fucking pathetic, like he was asking himself that, his voice octaves higher than it usually was, but he didn’t care. “More, you little slut? That what you want? You want more?”

“I’ll give you more,” he babbled, “More, baby, give you more give you everythin’ gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk for weeks.”

He’s not too worried about hurting you—you’re already so wet—more that he’s afraid he’ll cum the second he starts moving again. Out of his previous partners, he doesn’t think any of them have felt this good around him.

“Please-” a strand of incomprehensible begs and pleads leaves his mouth when he starts thrusting into you again.

¨Shit- how are you even tighter huh? You've been keeping this tight pussy just for me?¨ He's a whiny mess, small kisses every time he cans, praises here and there.

“Mmm yes please yes please yesyesyesss—” was all you could manage. He laughed at you, breathless, and you wondered how he could keep up this pace and still rattle off incredibly filthy little comments, looking right in your eyes. 

“You’d like that? Yeah? Gon’ look so pretty, little baby, so pretty full of my child, yeah? All round and glowing and heavy with me. All of ’em will look at you and see me, all me, see that I did that. You want that? You want that you want that—”

He leans forward to coo praise into your ear, gently nipping at your earlobe. Goosebumps raise along your exposed flesh. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes through the stairwell. Sometime during this his teeth find the soft muscle of your neck, leaving a crescent shape mark that’ll certainly bruise in the morning.

You're pretty sure everyone on this tower have heard the both of you fucking like rabbits by now, but knowing this was going to follow him his whole life, with the memories of him fucking you every way possible just so you could leave him, it's all you need to don't care about that.

The first time he cums, he doesn’t even realize he has. He shudders. It felt good—a bit too good—but nothing out of the ordinary. It makes him do a double take. His cock doesn’t even go soft. Drips of cum run down your thighs, pooling on the bed-sheets beneath you.

His thumb traces circles around your clit, moving in erratic, uneven motions. Dick leans back down for another kiss. You can taste yourself on him, though it’s not entirely unpleasant. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding him to your chest. The two of you can only fuck and cum until you’re too exhausted to continue. You’ve never felt so full. The thought of using protection crossed your mind once—and only for a moment—the pollen leaving you too desperate to care.

Second day and he wouldn't give you a break to nap for a minute.

His body curved and bowed, hips pressed hard against you, arms below your body and hands gripping your shoulders. “Mmm fuck baby,” Dick muttered into your mouth, your moans coming out of you almost breathless. “Yeah, yeahyeahyeah milk me fucking milk my cock gonna cum in you fuck a baby, my baby into you and you’re gonna fucking take it take it nnngh —”

He buried his face into your neck, teeth latching on to skin, biting down to draw blood, a choked groan as he came, really came, his balls squeezing painfully, a deep ache in his gut, indescribable tingles all along his cock, his spine, down to the soles of his feet.

Third day, and you started getting him where you wanted it.

“Sensitive,” you hissed, “Sensitive, Dick, you insatiable—”

“Insatiable is right,” he said to you, eyes wide, still looking like you just told him the Earth was flat. He towered over you, kneeling now, and with horror and a bit of something else you felt how hard he still was. 

¨I missed you so much, the biggest mistake of my life was leaving you.¨

Fourth day he started getting sensitive but that didn't stopped him, and he was a little more languid, strokes slow and smooth, his thighs shaking just a bit as exhaustion started to settle in. His cum was spreading in a pool on the sheets now, and you couldn’t bring yourselves to be even a little disgusted. He loved it. He loved so much how it felt that tears dropped from his eyes every-time he felt that electric shock come to him when he was about to come. He was crying for you.

Last day. Fifth day. Barely even thrusting anymore, just a slow grind of his hips, the friction and the pressure and the raw sensation squeezing out what could have been an orgasm if only both of you were awake enough to feel it.

When you both woke up the next day, he was staring at you, straddling your hair, and that's when you knew it.

¨Good morning sweetheart.¨

You just answered with a small ¨hey¨

¨I never through of seeing you laying next to me again, it felt like home. I'm sorry I did that to you, you don't know how much I regret it, please, give me a second chance.¨

Bingo.

Without saying a word, you grabbed some shirt of his, long enough to cover yourself and went back to your room, stumbling and shaking someway you made it. You changed yourself, taking a minute to observe how he marked you, it was time.

You went back to his room, already changed, you gave him a smile and sat on the bed with him, with no emotion behind your eyes, it was your time.

¨You were ready to leave me for her.¨ Confusion, first stage he made you go through.

¨I was doing fine, really, but then you walked again into my life again and fucked me up.¨ Sadness and lies. Second stage.

¨You think this will make me stay?¨ You signaled the both of you. ¨You think with just some stupid sex to heal you is enough of an apology?¨ A laugh escaped your mouth. ¨You thought this was real?¨

¨You know for a fucking fact this wasn't supposed to happen.¨ You got your hand on top of his, faking a caring smile looking at him.

¨When friends of yours make jokes about how you always leave them, you think it's funny, but it's not. That hurts a lot, actually.¨

You got up from the bed and stepped closer to the door, you paused for a second and turned around to see a hurt Dick naked on the bed with just some blanket covering him.

¨And Dick... Of course I still love you, if it wasn't for me, I would go crying and throwing myself into your arms again.¨

¨You still can.¨ He tried.

¨No.¨ You chuckled. ¨I won't let myself get hurt again. Our love isn't worth the fight. Goodbye Dick Grayson.¨

[gay-dorito-dust]

I'm curious, how did wade and logan meet isekai gremlin reader? Did reader just fall from the sky and landed beside the two unharmed? We know wade breaks the fourth evrytime because his sentient and logan had seen worse sp if reader just straight up tells the two that they are from another universe the two would just😐👍okay. They woulb be ubothered by it

Wade and Logan first met you when they were having shawarma. It was a nice day, nothing could possibly go wrong until…

‘Ow fuck!’ You groaned as you got up from a seemingly never ending fall through the void, only to realised that you didn’t hurt as badly as you thought you did when you went to run your arm. ‘Don’t know why I said ow fuck when that didn’t actually hurt being with.’ You then murmur to yourself as you looked up to see the portal you fell from close assumably forever.

‘Did god kick you out of heaven little angel? Did you do something naughty? Blasphemous even?’ Wade asked, swallowing his last bit of shawarma, wiping himself down before he let Dogpool run your feet as you smiled down at the cutes dog you’ve ever seen. Some would say she’s ugly, the most ugliest dog they’ve ever met, but to you she’s perfect with her lopsided tongue and scruffy appearance.

‘He fucking wishes but no, I’m not an angel nor did I come from heaven.’ You told Wade as you picked up Dogpool, unbothered by the excessive licking to the face, you’d like to call it her showing you her unconditional love and affection.

‘Then where did you come from?’ Logan asked, completely unfazed by this and the dog licking your face excessively.

You shrug, not caring whether you sounded nuts for saying it. ‘Another dimension.’ You proclaimed.

Wade and Logan looked at each other before looking at you again.

‘Ah! Another overused and abused Isekai trope fanfic, like that’s surprising to anyone reading this.’ Wade then said to no one in particular.

‘The fuck is that supposed to mean scrotum face?’ You replied, holding Dogpool closer in your arms when you noticed that Wade was planing on taking her off your hands, no one was going to take this cute doggy from your hands, you’ve only met this cutie and you’d kill everyone before killing yourself if anything happened to her.

‘Look bub, Wade over here talks out of his ass, so it’s best not to take anything he says seriously.’ Logan answered for you as he got up from his seat groaning. He’s been alive for far too long to act surprised at anything at this point. A pig could sprout wings or suddenly talk and Logan wouldn’t find this out of the ordinary, that or he just was too tired and perpetually annoyed at everything to feel anything outside of that.

‘Now that our meet cute is over and done with, papa is going to need his little Mary Poppins back now.’ Wade reached out to grab Dogpool but you took a step back, still holding her close to your chest.

‘No.’ You told him. ‘She’s my Mary Poppins now.’

Wade gasps ‘are we entering our enemies to friends to lovers, 300k words, slow burn phase?’

You looked to Logan who only shrugs his shoulders. ‘I’ve got not a fucking clue what he just said just now.’ You then looked back to Wade and then little Dogpool, who was still licking your face, before deciding to bolt down the street. ‘YOU’ll never take me alive!’

You could hear Wade and Logan simultaneously cursing as they proceeded to follow after you, and at one point you could’ve sworn you heard Wade yell, ‘MY BABY! PAPA AND PAPA ARE COMING SWEETIE DONT WORRY!’ Before hearing Logan hit him in the back of the head saying, ‘damn it Wade! I ain’t no damn papa!’

You couldn’t help but laugh as you, with Dogpool in your arms, continued to run as far as you could with no real destination in mind, maybe this new dimension wouldn’t be so bad if this is how you got to live everyday. You couldn’t mind it one bit.

[webslingingslasher]

i’m seated for some sneak peaks of things you have in the drafts hehe

here's a blurb for munch frat!peter:

'hand this card to the last person to eat pussy.'

tarrent has a gleam in his eye as he proudly pushes it into peter's chest. 'drink up, bro.'

you're not watching, the content of your cup is more interesting. but you're listening to see exactly how peter plays this one off because he hasn't even tried- let alone offered to go down on you.

peter hands the card back. 'nah, i don't do that.' he says it like it's a joke and his friends laugh with him, like he's too humble to accept the crown title of carpet muncher.

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here's a blurb for hockey!peter fighting for his life over a jersey

'hey, can i have a kiss?' the audacity. you cross your arms again and look to the side, 'no.' peter frowns, you lean away when you feel his lips on your cheek.

'no? not even after i just won?'

'you didn't deserve it.' you grumble it from the side of your mouth, peter catches it and feels offended. 'don't get pouty and tell me i deserved to lose.'

you turn to him, your eyes screamed fire at him. 'don't humilate me and demand a kiss then.'

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here's a blurb for cherry!peter who's doing the best he can to make cherry's sex dream come to life

'i've been so good, haven't i been so good for you?' peter can sense a little bit of a praise kink in you, it's fitting. 'you're always good for me. you're my good girl, aren't you?'

a whimper, it's so much better when it's real. 'i'm your good girl.' a harsh grind, you clutch peter's forearm while you throw your head back. 'yeah? that feels good?'

'call me your pretty baby.' peter doesn't know where the direction is coming from but he likes it. 'does my pretty baby feel good?' an audible moan, he's fucking perfect at this.

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here's a blurb for bf!frat!peter with a girlfriend who should always come first

peter is totally saving you for last and you're about to go nuts on him. sure, there might be a line of people and sure, you might be the one in the least danger but you're owed some sort of urgency.

'hello?' you call it out, you sound impatient. 'spider-man?' you are impatient. you call for him again, he holds up a hand and you gasp. 'oh you little- spider-man, you better come help me right now or i swear to god i'll...' you have no real threat. 'just don't tempt me!'

peter doesn't come help you, he's still helping an older woman and you're about to throw yourself into a fire for some attention. 'excuse me? i'm looking for my boyfriend, have you seen him?'

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here's a blurb from that blurb... you know... the one where peter has hooked up with trouble's friend?

if peter was a brat, he'd say that you're not supposed to be talking to him. instead, he extends his hand out and watches heavy footing beat up the staircase. the second his door slams, his best friend is asking what the fuck happened with his eyes.

'she's mad at me.' his door swings open, you shout down to him. 'i'm not mad! we're broken up!' another slam. ethan's expecting a lot more from peter than a shrug. 'no we're not.'

his door hits the wall, another scream, 'yes we are!' a third slam, this time, he's got two friends coming out of their rooms and glancing between his bedroom door and the lower level where peter had crossed arms.

'what's going-' peter flails his arms around, trying to stop the impending question and what he knows is all you need to give him a round two, but worse because now you're no longer in public.

a sheepish grin crosses over a brother's face when his door explodes open, peter thinks there might be a hole behind his door where the handle matches up perfectly.

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here's a blurb where ethan walks in on sexy time :(

'liar! he saw me from behind!' you know he did, it was all on show. everything's ruined. peter's trying his best to be soothing. 'hey, even if he did, he won't say anything. it's ethan, you know ethan.'

you do. that's why it's so bad. the reminder makes you cry harder, peter connects the dots. 'oh jeez, trouble. here, come give me a hug.' it's a pathetic reach, you want nothing more than to be locked away in his hold, hidden and secret from the outside world.

'he-' you suck in air, curling in even closer to peter as if you weren't on his lap already. 'he saw me having sex.' you pull peter's arms tighter around you, it almost hurts it's so tight. it's what you need.

'i know, baby. i'm so sorry.' at least he's being honest.

'how much did he see?' peter doesn't know either, he was a little busy underneath you. he just knows the second he saw his door open, his instinct was to protect you.

'very little.' you feel kisses over your head, 'please stop crying.'

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here's a blurb where nerdy!peter has no filter when he's drunk

'hi, honey.' you hold his arm tightly, 'don't lean over.' bending at the waist you reach for the keys, peter groans and shouts an exaggerated 'oh my god!'

you fly up, the metal tucked between your fingers. 'what?' you look around, peter's busy staring down your skirt while his teeth sink into his bottom lip. 'your ass is so nice.'

you suck in a deep breath and ignore the flush of warmth covering your chest. 'thank you, petey.' you ignore the slight shake in your hand when you shove the key in.

peter's door gets stuck a lot and you have to shove your shoulder into it a little. while you're doing your best to raid the door, a hand slides up the back of your thigh and gives you a tight squeeze. you jump and yelp, your hand reaching back to throw his off.

'peter!' he giggles and turns his head like you wouldn't be able to see him anymore. 'i just wanted to touch it a little.' peter's fingertips lightly drag up your thigh, you slap it away again. he giggles harder, the sound bubbles out of him.

'i'm trying to get us inside, leave my butt alone.' you have his promise, and you nudge the door a little, a sharp smack has you wipping around to face him. peter shoots his hands up, 'last one, i promise! that was the last one!'

[chloessleepystories]

We have storms hitting both the east coast and west coast. Could we get a story about storms changing people on a rainy day leading to some steamy nights?

The buzz was insistent, a double, triple buzz. Jeremy hit the button to unlock the front door and a moment later heard her pounding steps coming up the stairs.

“Jesus look at you, you’re soaked!”

Candace was drenched, but smiling, as she crossed the threshold of his apartment. “Whaaat? It’s just a little rain,” she grinned.

He laughed. “You’re an idiot. Let me get a towel.”

She peeled off her sopping sweater as he called from the bathroom, “You know we could have just done this another night.”

“Are you nuts?” she called back. “It’s already hard enough to avoid spoilers online, I’m going to wait another 24 hours before catching up on Ahsoka?”

“Here, try this.” Jeremy was holding out one towel as he threw another on the floor at her feet. “You’re dripping everywhere.”

“Well if you would just share your password like a normal person, I could watch it at my house.” She squeezed the towel around her long hair, then tried to pat dry her skirt.

“I would if I could!” he protested. “You know they’re all cracking down on that shit.” He led the way into his cozy living room. “Anyway, I like sharing it with you.”

“I know. I like coming over here too.” She smiled shyly. He smiled too. After a moment, she looked away. “It’s a … It’s a good thing our apartments are so close together.”

“You mean you walked over here?”

“What?” She was standing by the TV, still dripping everywhere. “It’s just a couple blocks. And it’s a nice warm night.”

“A nice warm night with a freak storm,” Jeremy laughed, reclining on the couch. “You didn’t check the weather forecast before you headed out, huh?”

“Nah. I don’t believe in that stuff, any – ahchoo! - anyway.”

The sneeze didn’t seem that hard, but she swayed dizzily for a moment.

“You don’t believe in … ? What, just a conspiracy of meteorologists, you mean?”

She giggled. “I just mean the forecasts are so often wrong, I don’t even – don’t even – ahchooo!! … Don’t even uh bother … ”

Jeremy stood up, slowly. The first time he thought he was imagining it, but the second time … “Are you feeling all right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I coulda sworn, when you sneezed just then, your … your uh …” He gestured to his chest, unable to say ‘breasts,’ or any of the other synonyms that came to mind. “I mean, it’s a pretty thin top, it doesn’t hide much, like …”

She folded her arms, and pouted, a little cuter pout than he had seen her make before. “Jer, you’re actin’ real weird all of a – all of a …”

There was no denying it this time. Her chest bulged as she let out her biggest sneeze yet. Candace was normally flat as a board, but suddenly her soaking wet top was sticking to – well, there was no other word for it – her sizeable tits.

Her eyes crossed for a moment, and she staggered. When she recovered from the explosion, she looked down and gasped. “What the shit are these?” she said, grasping them with both hands. Her voice seemed a little higher than before, more breathy, but there was an edge of panic to it as well.

“I think you’re coming down with something …” Jeremy said, knowing how dumb it sounded.

“Oh, you think?”

“You should probably uh … you should get out of those wet clothes …?”

She giggled, then mock-scowled. “Oh, nice try, buddy, I see what you’re – I see … I … oh shit”

Ah – CHOOO!!

“Ow ow ow!!” Her voice had climbed another octave. “It hurts!! Je-er, help mee!!”

Her tits were straining the buttons on her shirt, and her tiny bra, usually barely needed, was obviously pinching in several places, trying to hold in the unaccustomed mass. He moved toward her.

“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to – oof!”

She threw her arms around him, held him tight. She pressed her whole, wet body against his, soaking his tee shirt in moments. She was nose to nose. She pushed her bottom lip out and made her eyes big and damp. Jeremy thought she had never looked lovelier. “I need help, please,” she panted.

She was rubbing against the bulge in his jeans. Probably by accident. His erection didn’t care. He licked his lips. “Yeah, yeah, let’s uh … let’s get that off. Do you want to go in the uh …”

She stepped back, and ripped open her top in a desperate moment. A button pinged off one of his bookshelves. In a moment, she was showing him more skin than she ever had in all the years of their friendship – her chest heaving, her arms bare, her hair long and flowing (and could it possibly be longer than before?) and her plain-and-simple bra laboring with the effort of holding back the swelling melons.

Jeremy swept a palm across his forehead. Was it getting warm in here? He was wet with sweat. Wet with something – he plucked at his damp tee shirt, which was sticking to him. He rubbed his jean-covered thigh, which was spongy with water too and likewise sticking … like, were his jeans shrinking?

“Now, now listen uh – ”

“Here, here,” she turned around to show him her almost-bare back, and he broke out in sweats again. “I can’t reach it! Can you get it?” He barely registered how high-pitched her voice was now, so distracted by trying to figure out what she was asking. After a moment, it clicked, and he sprang forward to fumble with the clasp of her bra.

As soon as he had it undone, the cups flew off her boobs to land on the carpet two feet away. Her tits, released, sprang out and wobbled around like nothing he had seen outside ridiculous anime porn, as she swung around toward him. She was topless, and he grasped his swelling cock through his jeans. She was topless in his apartment, and she looked like a wet-dream cartoon.

Sounded like one too. “Ohhh!! Thank you thank you!!” she chirped. “That’s sooo much better!!!” Her eyes went to where his hand was kneading his erection, and she licked his lips. “And I know what would make it better still …”

In a moment, she was pressed against him again, her wet jugs soaking his tight tee shirt further. She stripped the shirt off him with flattering haste, catching his ear painfully with the fabric, then ran her hands over his bare chest. “Mmmm … such muscles …”

Jeremy raised his eyebrows, fumbled for words. A skinny dork, he’d never considered himself muscled but … he had to agree she was right.

She dragged her boobs down his body, falling to her knees, fumbling with his belt. “I need it, I need it,” she whimpered.

“Candace … Candace, don’t you think we should …”

“Unh uh!” she giggled, shaking her head. “Call me Candi, I think I like that better …”

She jerked down pants and underpants in one movement, and gasped at the erection inches from her face. Her eyes crossed a bit, dazed, and … was she actually drooling, a little?

She swirled her tongue around the helmet, then took a couple inches of the shaft into her mouth. It swelled between her lips, and she looked up at him, his cock in her mouth, and winked.

Candi let the cock out of her mouth with a pop. She held up her heavy melons with both hands and whispered, “I know where this belongs …”

Jeremy’s shaft slid between her swaying funbags, still slick with the storm’s rain and Candi’s sweat, and as she held her tits around it, he began to stroke it up and down against her wet skin. It grew. And grew. And grew, to a length and thickness he absolutely knew it had never possessed before.

And as it did, he felt his brain grow more sluggish. His eyelids drooped. He looked at the bimbo on her knees before him with an animal lust. “Couch. Arm,” he grunted, his voice much lower than usual. “Now.”

She draped herself over the arm of his couch, flipping up her skirt. He snatched the panties off her trembling legs in an instant, and speared her gushing cunt with his thick monster cock. She screamed out in pain and ecstasy …

As the rain came down all over the city. All over thousands of unsuspecting strangers …

An hour later, Candace and Jeremy lay sprawled on his carpet, panting. After a lot more exertion than either was used to, and months’ worth of orgasms crammed into one night, they were finally feeling a little more like themselves.

“What the fuck was that,” Candace said, in something closer to her usual tone of voice. Her breasts were no longer coconut sized, but they were still healthy large apples. Or maybe oranges, thought Jeremy.

Or maybe I’m just hungry.

He had expended a lot of energy, after all.

“I don’t know, but it was amazing, that’s for sure,” he rasped.

“We should uh … ” She sat up, looking around. Where was a glass of water when you needed one. She was powerfully thirsty. “Maybe we should hit the shower? Wash off the rest of it?”

“… Together?” he suggested.

“Why not? I think we’ve broken down that barrier.” She smiled. “You’ve been abusing all my holes for an hour, I think you’ve earned soaping up my bottom.”

Jeremy got slowly to his feet, cricked his neck. He was glad she still wanted to be friends. Maybe … maybe be more than friends. “Or …” he said.

She put out a hand, and he helped her up. “Or?”

He looked to the window, where rain was still spattering the panes.

“Or we could go outside and dance in the rain.”

Candace looked to the window. Her eyes slid to Jeremy’s smile.

And she grinned.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Duff 16

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far. ♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

Andy wipes a fleck of lettuce from his tie as you walk along. He’s pretty calm despite being assaulted. You’re still rattled, a jittery pulse flowing through you. You hug yourself as you head up toward the office building.

“You okay?” He asks, yet again.

“Coming down,” you assure him with an exhale, “I’m so sorry about that–”

“I told you, you don’t need to apologise for that guy,” he insists, “he’s nuts.”

“Uh, yeah,” you sniff as you slow, glancing further up the street towards the bus stop.

“I’m just happy I was there,” Andy says, “seems like he was on a mission. I hate to think what would have happened if you were alone.”

“Mmhmm,” you hum and shudder at the thought.

You can’t help but feel guilty. If you’d just answered Curtis, you’re sure he wouldn’t have got so worked up. You could’ve deflected him, at least lied and bought some time. You wouldn’t blame Andy if he holds this against you. You’re his employee and he was half-throttled on your behalf.

“Hey, how about I give you a ride,” he offers, “I don’t like the idea of you going off alone right now. He could still be hanging around.”

“Oh, I don’t know, that’s too–”

“It’s the least I can do. Really, I don’t mind,” he stops just in front of the locked up office, “come on. The drive will give you some time to calm down.”

You mull the prospect. You can take the fifteen minute ride or wait as long just to get on the bus, then sit in a compartment of strangers as you look over your shoulder every two seconds. You owe him, big time.

“Alright, thanks, Andy,” you accept, “I’m sorry again–”

“Please,” he waves you off as he reaches into his jacket pocket and you hear the chirp of a nearby car, “stop. No more sorries.”

He points you toward his car and you follow him. You parallel him as he gets in on the driver’s side and you daintily swing into the passenger’s seat. The curve of your thigh hits the clutch as you do. You wiggle back in the seat and buckle up. You give your address to Andy as he flips open Google Maps.

Andy clicks his belt into place and starts the engine. You clutch your bag in your lap and stare through the windshield. Your mind is already ahead of you. You just want to get home and have a hot bath, try to forget the day. You drag your fingers up your arm, you’re not sure you can get rid of the lingering sensation of Curtis’ grip or the echo of anger in your ears.

“So, uh,” Andy pulls out, “that guy was pretty worked up. Boyfriend or–”

You shake your head and scoff, “please.”

“Ah, hmm,” he grips the top of the wheel, his other hand tapping along the lower curve, “that club, you must’ve met him there, right? That’s the wild weekend you had, huh?”

“I’d rather not talk about it. I can’t even think about…” you huff and bend your arm against the door, cradling your cheek, “oh, Jesus. I’m so embarrassed.”

“We all have our strikeouts,” he says lightly, “I tried out this dating app after my divorce, not exactly a positive experience, but I learned from it.”

“Oh yeah? Well, yeah, dating is… difficult,” you mutter.

“Tell me about it. Doesn’t get easier either. So much has changed since I got married, then divorced. I went on one date where a woman brought her friends. She just wanted me to buy dinner for them all,” he shook his head, “turns out she was a lot younger than she said on her profile… bit too young for me.”

“Sounds complicated,” you sit back and keep your hand on the door, nervously feeling along the buttons and divet, “I usually don’t– It was all my friends. They always want to go out but I’m just left on the sideline. He was there and I thought he was a nice guy… I was wrong.”

“Well, I can assure you, there are still nice guys out there,” Andy idles at a stop sign. You feel his eyes on you as he stay a bit too long before clearing his throat and stepping down on the pedal, “patience, that’s what my friends tell me, at least.”

“Yeah, I’ll have to just… wait. Hope he goes away, hope I find someone better. I don’t know, being alone isn’t bad, at least you make your own decisions,” you shrug.

“There is that. I don’t miss asking the wife for every little thing, that’s for sure,” he chuckles, “anyway, I just… if this guy keeps bugging you, I don’t mind putting him in his place again.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” you trace your thumb along the interior of the door, “really, it’s my problem.”

“It’s not a problem you should have to deal with, especially alone,” he glances at you then back to the road, “you’re a nice girl. I kinda get why the guy is so crazy but just the thought of him grabbing you like he did, how violent he was, it makes me so angry. You don’t deserve that,” he reaches over blindly and caresses your arm with his knuckles, “don’t think that you do.”

He retracts his hand as you shift. His touch leaves a tingle along your arm and knot in your stomach. That uncertainty bubbles in your chest. Are you reading into this? He’s your boss, he’s being nice. If anything he feels bad for you.

“Thanks,” you utter and look down as you twiddle your fingers.

You stew in the silence as his car engine whirs softly. You lift your chin again to watch out the window, recognising the neighbourhood as he pulls onto your street. You point ahead, “the red building there.”

He follows your direction and pulls in at the curb. You wrap your arms around your bag and blow out a breath of relief. You’re home.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say as you unbuckle the seatbelt, “really, I owe you. How can I–”

As you turn to him, you’re suddenly smothered. His lips are on yours as he brings his hand up behind your head. His beard tickles, both soft and coats, and you squirm, letting out a pathetic murmur. You push on his chest, entirely surprised by the kiss.

You shove him away and heave, “Andy, what are you–”

“I’m sorry, did I misread–”

“Wow,” you shake your head and pick at the lock, facing away from him as you try to hide your horror, “I… you’re my boss.”

You finally push the lock back and open the door. You get a foot out, shaky and unsteady, and struggle to get out.

“I’m sorry,” Andy repeats again.

“You know what, let’s forget it,” You hook your bag in your elbow, turning back halfway but refusing to look at him, “I can if you can.”

“Yeah, of course, I–”

“Good night,” you swing the door shut and nearly trip over the curb.

You face the building, eyes full of tears. What is wrong with men?

[heavenlyakin]

selfship coded, afab reader, established relationship, reader and Atsumu have twin girls named Ouka and Aya. Reader is an American citizen originally. Mild suggestive content at the end. 

724 words

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2028. Los Angeles. 

The set is perfect. Ouka marvels at it, her brown eyes full of joy and love for the game. Aya doesn’t notice it, you see she’s too busy drawing something in her team Japan sketch pad. She completely ignored the team USA merchandise you gave her. 

You’re not surprised, their only connection to the USA other than you is Christmas time with your parents. The only team they do not ignore is the USA Women’s Gymnastics team. Much like the rest of the world, or perhaps that’s the American arrogance you can’t let go of. 

As the ball hits the ground, Atsumu jumps up and high fives Hinata Shoyo, his favorite hitter. Aya looks up as the crowd erupts, but quickly goes back to her drawing. Ouka is jumping around so much, your mother has to reach around and pull her out of the way of other families. 

“Daddy’s set!” She yells and you smile at her excitement. 

At five, this is the first olympics they will remember. Well, if Aya remembers anything beyond her drawings. Either way, you know how excited Atsumu is to have them here. How excited you are to have them here with you. When the Paris Olympics happened just four years prior, they were too young to remember. Aya slept during most of Atsumu’s matches and Ouka screamed bloody murder through half of them before you decided to leave her with your mother. 

It’s Sakusa’s turn to serve, if he can send one past USA’s libero, they’ll win Gold. The USA's crowd is wild, but after the last spike, you can tell their crowd is on edge. Japan is going nuts now, but settling for Sakusa as he prepares to serve. He bounces the ball once, then twice. Tossing it high and then jumping to meet it as it descends. 

The serve goes past the front row, between the Libero and the man to his right, but they pick it up. Sending it to their setter. They hit it right to Shoyo. He receives it well, sending it to Atsumu. You draw in a tight breath. 

The ball is high, still coming down. Shoyo, Sakusa, Aran, who could it go to next? Just as Aran prepares to jump, the ball is dumped on the ground between two of USA’s members. The ball hits the ground and then it’s a blur of cheering and moving bodies. 

When you finally reach Atsumu, Aya on your hip and Ouka running ahead of you, he looks right to you as he lifts Ouka up. He smiles before turning his attention to your daughter. 

“You won, Daddy! You won!” She yells and throws her arms around his neck to hug him. He holds her tight and you feel your heart growing tighter in your chest. 

“Daddy!” Aya yells and wraps her arms around his waist. He bends down to pick her up too. You stand beside them, your hand on Atsumu’s back. 

“Congrats,” you smile and kiss his cheek. “How does it feel?” 

“I don’t think it’ll feel real until that medal is around my neck,” he laughs and puts the girls down. Your mother rushes to grab them so they’re not lost between the three of you. 

“I’ll take them back to the stands, then the hotel. Don’t worry,” she smiles, taking their hands and you wave to them as they disappear into the crowd. 

“They’re proud of you,” you tell him and he grins wider. “I’m proud of you.” 

He pulls you in, his body flush with yours as he kisses you. His lips are warm and damp. You part yours, letting his tongue slip in for a moment before pulling away, fearful of any cameras that might be hovering around. 

“Babe,” you smile. “Just wait until we’re back at the hotel.” You tease, squeezing his bicep and stepping back. 

“Tell your mom I’m going to buy her whatever she wants for watching the girls for us tonight,” he says against your lips before kissing you again. “Hell, two of anything she wants for double the trouble.” 

You laugh and kiss him one last time. “We definitely owe her this time.”

[eevees-hobbies]

Hello my beautiful gorgeous amazing wifey!! 👅💖

I’m literally sitting staring at your nnn self ship ask so you KNOW I had to come in here with one of my own.

Who is failing No Nut November and who is succeeding? And more importantly who is FOLDING when you’re teasing him. Whether is walking around the house in nothing but his shirt or sending risqué texts/photos, who is crumbling. And how do they dole out the punishment for making them fail? Or do they manage to resist?

I really need to hear this with any and all of yours please eevee I’m BEGGING. Okay I love you MWACH 💋

Hi bb 💖

I had fun with this, Sam. Thanks for asking me about my selfships :)

I also included a husbando I adore but don't talk about much. Super inappropriate, perverted answers below the cut.

The Best - I'm Actually Offended That He Lasted So Long??? HELLO???

Kyojuro Rengoku - Lasts Entire Month.

Hear me out here. Kyojuro and I fuck as if fucking is going out of style, and we're trying to bring it back. BUT! I know the man has impenetrable self-control; he's a Hashira, after all! Aside from that, we sometimes go an extended amount of time away from one another because of missions, so we're not strangers to periods of celibacy. I imagine he makes himself busy with training, reading, and eating copious amounts of food. But baaaaaaaaby...when December 1st hits? The man is coming to collect what is OWED to him.

The Worst - Automatic Fail And Not Sorry About It

Shoei Barou - Doesn't Last a Single Day But Wasn't Attempting to.

Literally just wrote this small little thing about how he handles NNN. For Shoei, he doesn't like being told what to do, and the idea that I'm dictating when he can and can't get his dick wet because of some "made-up fucking internet tradition" (he said worse but I'm trying to keep it cute) makes a vein visibly pulse in his forehead. He laughs in my face and tells me to open wide and unlatch my fucking jaw for his cock before he unlatches it for me. Yes, sir. Anything for you, sir.

Aoi Todo - Fail. Fail. Fail. But with a twist. Lasts 10 days.

Todo is fucking cool..like my man is HIP, so he knows about weird internet sub-culture. He whoops and hollers when I bring up NNN. He doesn't think I'LL last but agrees to participate because it'll be fun to break me (what the fuck, Aoi..?). And break me, he does. Todo is the one sending shirtless selfies, Sam. He's the one I walk in on wearing nothing but an apron as he cooks, and as he turns around, he greets me with a prominent bulge but acts as though everything is normal and he's not about to poke my eye out. Something has got to give, and it's 100% me. I'm jumping his bones, begging for him to fucking touch me, which he gladly does. Afterward, he made fun of me for giving in so easily.

Dishonorable Mention - Cheater, Cheater, Pumpkin Eater!

Kafka Hibino - Fail But Won't Disclose When. Womp Womp.

Have you ever heard about the seven stages of grief? When I mention NNN, Kafka goes through almost all of them. He's confused, sad, and in denial about it all, but when I flash him a cute smile and say that it could be fun, he gives in with a grumble. I become suspicious around day 20 because he's surprisingly normal about the whole thing. Like at the very least I expected him to be humping my leg by now or begging me "to put just the tip in because everyone knows that the tip doesn't count!" After pressing him for answers, he admits that he hasn't exactly been abstaining during his morning showers. But with that sweet pouty face, I can't stay upset at him for long. I'm happy that he failed because I miss that long Kaiju tongue. Oop, who said that?

[wundergeek]

Part 4!

The T horniness is hitting and I'm still processing my feelings about the lack of Mr Potato Head genitals, so... Content note for smut (below the cut), bottom dysphoria and magical HRT

It was early afternoon two days later when Barnabus pecked at the window to signal that he had the first of their deliveries. Dee only paused long enough to grab an enormous handful of peanuts before rushing outside.

A small wooden box was waiting for them on the back step, while Barnabus himself was waiting on a nearby post. Dee gratefully spread Barnabus' payment on the back step. "I owe you big time, bud."

"If you're feeling guilty, I wouldn't say no to honey garlic chicken wings," Barnabus replied hopefully.

Dee, who didn't share Corey's hesitation over feeding his familiar bird meat, nodded. "Done. Any idea when Corey will be back?"

"I gave him a heads up that I was going to pick this up, so... Soon, I'd imagine." With that, the crow flapped down to the step and started shelling his first nut.

Dee took the box inside and set it on the counter.

Inside were three small crystal vials, labeled "top", "bottom", and "drink entire contents upon delivery", along with a thick sealed letter. They removed the last 'drink immediately' vial, taking a moment to admire the way the sparkling green liquid shimmered in the sunlight, before pulling out the stopper and downing the contents in one gulp. The liquid was thick and cool, and tasted of autumn breeze and dappled sunlight.

They waited a few moments, shrugged when nothing perceptible happened, and opened the letter, then hastily shut it a moment later after getting an eyeful of the very detailed and highly erotic illustrations accompanying the instructions.

Dee's face was burning right up to their hairline as they messaged Corey to find them upstairs when he got in.

Keep this box somewhere safe - it's contents will replenish with a new dose once per day.

These potions are keyed to your essence and won't have any effect if, say, a partner happens to accidentally ingest some during application.

Drink the green potion in its entirety. This potion will be the slowest to take effect.

The blue potion (labeled "top") can be applied by yourself or a partner in any way you like. (Suggested methods for application have been included as a reference.) Be sure to cover the entire surface area of the breast and nipple, and rub completely into the skin. Reduction of breast size will be observed within two to three days, and full masculinization will occur within approximately two weeks.

Before first applying the red potion (labeled "bottom"), you will need to shave very thoroughly or wax. (Sorry.) This potion will: (1) grow the clitoris into a phallus and (2) (optional) close the vaginal opening, transform the labia into a scrotum and testicles, and cause the development of a prostate.

To apply: (1) apply half of the potion to the clitoris and clitoral hood, and rub in completely then (2) apply remaining potion vaginally - which can be accomplished via a partner's penis, analogous penetrating organ, or sex toy if desired. Alternately, you may apply to the clitoris only until you have a phallus that you are happy with, then re-assess your desires. (Some patients do decide to retain the vaginal opening.)

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Dee had shaved in the shower and was toweling off when Corey tapped on the bathroom door. "Is that you in there, Dee?"

"Give me a second and I'll meet you in the bedroom," they called back. "And. Uh. You can read the letter on the bed."

A minute later, Dee slipped into their bedroom in just their towel and found Corey sitting on the edge of the bed. His expression was almost comically serious as he studied the pornographic instructional illustrations with his typical intensity.

"So." Dee felt acutely self-conscious as they sat next to him.

Corey looked up at them with his eyebrows raised. "Two questions, I guess. First, do you want to do both of these, uh, bottom application options? Or do you want to start with the first and see how you feel about the second?"

Dee chewed self-consciously on their lip. "Can we... I mean, this is stupid maybe but can we have this conversation while we're both naked? This feels weirdly unbalanced when you're..." they trailed off as they gestured to their partner's heavy autumn clothing.

"Not weird at all," Corey said, his eyes twinkled with good humor as he leaned forward to give them a slow, lingering kiss that set their nerves aflame.

Dee stood to let their towel fall to the floor, then watched with lascivious interest as Corey stripped, revealing the muscular frame of someone who had been seriously lifting for many years. When he was finished undressing, he resumed his place on the edge of the bed, then reached out to pull Dee into sitting sideways on his lap.

They were predictably distracted by a sudden wave of arousal. "Sorry. I'm afraid you'll need to remind me what that first question was."

Corey smiled smugly at the effect he always had on them. "Do you want both bottom applications? Or do you just want to do the first?"

"Would you... I mean... How would you feel about fucking me, if..." Dee had to stop, gather their composure, and try again. "Anal sex can take. Like. More preparation? And we've never talked about it, so is that something you could be... in to?"

"You shouldn't make decisions about your transition based on what I would or wouldn't like," Corey said slowly. "But... I've been attracted to men before, even if I've never been with a cis man. And it really doesn't make a difference to me. I'd still be more than happy to fuck you anally."

Dee decided to move off his lap and onto the bed so that they could think without the distracting influence of his nudity, and Corey stretched out next to them to wait patiently while they interrogated their feelings. Which, thankfully, were much clearer than they had expected.

"I think... I like knowing that it's an option, that there are people who choose not to do both, because it feels better knowing that there was more than one option, and that I'm not just choosing a binary option because I have to. But. I want to do both."

Corey's answering smile was gentle, tender, and so, so soft. "Okay. Now." His smile took on a mischievous edge as he nodded at the papers still lying at the end of the bed. "Do you want to be clinical about this? Or do you want the horny option?"

Dee grinned. "You know me. I'll always choose horny if that's an option. But however we do it, I don't think I could handle my clit being fingered."

"Fair." Corey sat up to retrieve the instructions. He pulled out the second page and turned it toward them, revealing a set of luridly detailed illustrations that accompanied the instructions for 'administration via a partner's penis or analogous penetrating organ'. "We could try this?"

Dee couldn't help but blush as they scanned through that section. "I mean. Looks good to me."

Corey retrieved both vials and handed the red one to Dee, keeping the blue one for himself. "Do you want me lying down or sitting up?"

"Sitting up."

With a nod, Corey piled some pillows against the headboard, then scooted back until he was sitting with his back supported. He invoked the bond as Dee moved to straddle him, then removed the stopper on the blue vial. After studying it for a moment, he poured its contents onto his hands, then rubbed them together before covering their small breasts with his large hands. The potion felt warm and oily against their skin as Corey slowly massaged it in, paying more attention to their nipples than was strictly necessary.

Dee took a moment to enjoy the sensation, then followed suit by uncorking their own vial and applying the glittering, ruby-red contents to Corey's now fully hard cock. Then, before they could get distracted by his feelings, they gingerly spread their lips and began to grind their labia against his now slickened length.

Having to hold themself spread open made it impossible to lose themself in what Corey was feeling. But feeling Corey's length slide against them this way was a new sensation without any unpleasant gendered associations, and it helped that Corey was clearly deriving great pleasure from it.

"If you like rubbing our dicks together, it'll only get easier when yours gets bigger," he said unexpectedly, already breathless with desire.

For a moment, Dee felt as if their world tilted sideways, as Corey's words helped them make the leap from rubbing their clit against his dick, to frotting their dicks together, and the corresponding jolt of arousal felt like getting hit by lightning. "Oh my god," they moaned, grinding against his cock even harder.

"Imagine when you're big enough to fit in my hand," Corey continued huskily. "When I can wrap my hand around both our dicks. And you can rub against me while you fuck into my hand."

"Oh my god, yes." Dee had to make a concerted effort to stop. They could have come from the frotting alone, but since a medicinal fuck was still required...

The pleasure Corey felt as they engulfed him was warm and intense, but the strangeness of the situation made it too difficult to lose themself in his feelings.

Corey, attuned to them as ever, leaned forward. "Just stay like this a minute," he murmured against their lips before he drawing them into a deep lingering kiss.

They moaned as he sucked their tongue into his mouth even as he continued working the blue potion into their breasts. A minute later, he broke the kiss, and they both looked down to see that it had vanished completely.

Dee blinked. "Huh."

"I've got an idea for how to help your dysphoria here." Corey nodded at the bedside table. "Get me the lube?"

Dee obliged, and Corey squeezed a bit onto the pad of his thumb. "I won't finger you," he said reassuringly as he positioned his thumb against their... against the head of their dick. "But. I thought, if you can rub your dick against me while you're fucking me..."

Dee blinked, then nodded and started to ride him slowly. It took a minute for Corey to find the best angle for his thumb, but when he did pleasure exploded through every nerve in their body.

"God yes," they hissed as they picked up the pace, feeling fully grounded in themself and their own body for the first time in a long time as they slammed themself down onto his cock. "Tell me..." Dee gasped, unable to find the words to complete the sentence.

Corey spoke, his voice low and urgent as he trembled on the brink and still made the effort to verbalize what they needed to hear. "Fuck my hand with your dick, baby."

Dee nearly shrieked with the force of their orgasm, frantically grinding their dick against Corey's thumb as he clutched at their hip and pounded up into them with his own release.

Then, when the storm had passed, they pulled off of him and collapsed forward to sob in his arms.

(Read from the beginning on AO3)

[gothamusing]

DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE (2024) PART ONE. a collection of memes derived from the deadpool and wolverine movie, for roleplaying purposes. feel free to edit as you see fit. do not steal. (18+).

i’m sorry, i’m just excited to be here.

it's been a while.

for a long time, i wasn’t sure i’d ever be back.

you think i want to be out here in beautiful downtown north dakota, digging up the one and only (blank)?

the fate of my entire world is at stake.

he may not be living his best life, but he sure as hell ain’t dead.

my world is fucked!

i’m much calmer now.

look, i’m not a man of science, but you seem incredibly passed away.

it’s good to see ya.

i gotta be honest, i’ve always wanted to ride with you.

i could really use your help right now.

wait! i’m warning you! i’m not alone!

throw out your weapons and come out peacefully.

i’m not gonna give you my weapons! but i promise not to use them.

there are 206 bones in the human body. 207 if i’m watching gossip girl.

i am soaking wet right now.

to be clear, i’m not proud of any of this.

i can’t believe i’m finally here. i’ve waited for this moment for so long.

i know i was caught smashturbating in the lobby of stark tower.

i want to be an avenger.

what’s your superpower? is it parallel parking?

the problem might be that you’re reaching a little too high. aim for the middle and you’ll never miss. right?

i want to hit shake shack. rejection makes me hungry.

you know, you can answer the question without swearing.

i don’t have kids. not that i haven’t dreamt of that.

i don’t have a lot of vaginal sex.

i’m just saying, once a month, we could go on a little mission.

after all, we're deadpool.

well, if we’re gonna have a midlife crisis, go big.

you guys are lucky i’m not armed.

did you you sell any dreamcatchers on etsy or whatever it is that you do?

you trying to kill me, motherfucker?

i’m not the one dousing everything in salt, motherfucker.

i pray every day that fire finds your body and finishes the job god didn’t have the nuts to do.

thanks for coming.

bitch, are you improv-ing?

i’m sorry that you had to see that.

pegging isn’t new for me, friendo.

i’ve never been a natural bottom. so we’re going to take things real slow, and i want some crazy eye contact.

i don't like you.

holy fuck, that is a shit ton of exposition for a three-quel.

you are no longer lost. you can be a hero among the heroes.

what is that? is that me? is that thor? is he crying?

eyes on me.

i smell what you’re stepping in.

i am... marvel jesus.

snug, no camel toe, new car smell, and adamantium katanas, you shouldn’t have.

his clothes say middle management, but his eyes say fucky fucky.

i’m more of a one-week-on, one-week-off kind of guy. i think it’s what they do in denmark. you’ll never see a danish flag in the moon, but… god damn it, they’re happy. 

come again, this time in my ears?

you’ve just won the lottery because i didn’t die.

it’s just a little midlife crisis, i'm better now.

yeah, i got it. you can turn your retro graphics of death off now.

you’re gonna old yeller my fucking universe?

ow, my own fucking arm.

you sick fuck!

wolverine was a hero and the only thing worth a shit to ever come out of canada.

get my country’s name out of your fucking mouth. and my sword.

cue the fucking montage, baby.

now we’re talking. ooh, yeah. that’s the whole goddamn package right there.

it’s not you. we’re just going in a different direction.

i told you, you’re not welcome here.

just give me one more drink and then i’ll leave.

you two gonna fuck or fight?

i can tell you that sort of "don’t get too close, i’ll only break your heart" vibe going here.

unless you want to take a deep breath through your fucking forehead, i suggest you reconsider.

look at those jammies. that only took 20 fucking years.

this wolverine let down his entire world.

he’s the stuff of legend, but not in a good way.

what he did… well, some things are just beyond forgiveness.

what are you, the internet?

your world is dying.

is the thought of vaporizing my universe making you peckish?

i'm eating my feelings.

i’m about to lose everything that i’ve ever cared about.

holy shit. i just heard a symphony of butt holes clenching all at once.

where the fuck did he go?

don’t just stand there, you ape. give me a hand up.

is that what you said when your world went to shit?

yeah, i heard all about you. you screwed up everything, and you should be thanking me for pulling you out of that bed you shit in.

are you ready to be calm now?

i don’t want to fight you, peanut.

doesn’t matter what you did. i just need your help.

i don't fucking care.

let’s give the people what they came for.

fair warning, gorgeous. you’re going to encounter some indelicate language. a smidge of ass play, but we’ve been prohibited from using cocaine on camera.

you can’t run. everybody knows that.

you see anyone running, dick for brains?

you’re not gonna love what happens next.

shoot the double and take him down. side control, then full mount and you ground and pound, until he makes no sound because he’s dead.

shut the fuck up.

i'm a huge fan.

i’m so sorry. i know it’s pronounced him. i’m gender blind. it’s my cross to bear.

how long was i asleep?

not all of you was asleep.

fuck! you nicked it. just got the tip with your little steak knife.

you wanna chime in, your majesty? i’m dying here.

you picked the wrong time to make new friends.

i have never said any of those words in my entire life!

you stupid piece of shit, you just got him fucking killed!

hey, we're all grieving.

oh, honey, you don’t really strike me as a world-saving type.

we could be truly terrifying together.

i love it here.

i don’t have any beef with you. i just want to save my friends. i just, i wanna go home.

your fingers are inside me, but not in a good way.

i've got you.

i know you’re going through something. let me go through it with you.

your crazy matches my crazy.

just say it, okay? say, "i don’t want you, i don’t want to be with you".

you'll never fucking matter.

you are so mean.

this is baby knife, she’s gonna fuck you in the face now.

get the fuck off of me.

get your mind out of my pants.

poor kid, he's like 50!

what are you looking for?

you don’t wanna drink that.

wanna talk about what’s haunting you or should we wait for a third act flashback?

go fuck yourself.

fuck the avengers.

i know you’re hurt.

i identify as a feminist.

are those gold-plated, 50 caliber desert eagle pistoleros?

careful where you put your hand, she’s 90% g-spot, and she’ll let you know it.

it costs nothing to be kind.

shutting the fuck up is also free.

i can lend you my ride if you like.

this isn’t a car. this is a honda fucking odyssey. throttle response sucks a cock. dated infotainment system. when honda saw that untreated chlamydia was making a comeback, they invented the honda odyssey to compete.

get in the fucking car.

what's with the suit?

the x-men make you wear it? those sons of bitches.

they are not your friends, i’ll tell you that.

watch your frown lines, angel baby.

i’m just trying to bond a little bit.

you lied to me. you don’t have a fucking clue if they can help me fix things, do you?

i didn't lie! i made an educated wish!

if we don’t do something, they die.

my entire world is right here in this picture.

[bloombird]

A Nightly Surprise

It was night time, Dave was seen shaking the vending machine.

"Oh come on.. Again?!"

He knelt down to stick his hand on the opening of the machine.

"I wish someone could help me out here", he groaned. No one was here near the area. All of the bots went to this massive party somewhere, Dave didn't know where or what the event was. He doesn't usually party but he can't help feel left out.

As he tried to grab for the cupcake, someone grabbed him and tied a blindfold on him.

Dave yelped at the sudden darkness. "What the cow hay-?! What's going on-?!" He flailed around but someone pushed him to walk.

"Who are you?!"

The assailant did not speak and pushed him.

Dave nervously flailed even more. "I think I'm being kidnapped!! Help!!! Help-"

He got kicked in the shin and the person held him and directed him to move. Oh wow, that person is strong..

"Ow.. Okay okay.."

After several minutes of walking (and nearly tripping over), Dave tried to ask questions. The person didn't reply.

Where are we going?! Who are you?! What do you want?! Listen, I only have a few dollars, you can take it all! But it was met with silence. Then suddenly they stopped. Dave nearly hit himself on the door. Dave could hear whispering and muttering on the other side of the door.

If he could listen closely, there's a sound of knives sharpening and matches being lit up behind that door.

He gulped and tried to move away but the person held him there. "Oh nuts.. Listen, I'm just a random mall guard! Please don't kill me-!"

The person opened the door and Dave was pushed inside.

Dave's blindfold was removed. He was in the center of the room. The room is dark except for dimly lit candles and some small glowing eyes staring around him. A group of people obsured by shadows in the middle of the candles grinned at him and slowly came closer to him. Oh god, one of them was holding a knife!

Dave yelled and raised his arms to protect himself-

The light was turned on. The group screamed in unison at him, "SURPRISE!!"

Dave looked around in confusion.

"H-Huh?!"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAVE!"

The Little Bots Club were wearing their party hats. Hiraya was holding a cake. The room was decorated with streamers and balloons. The bots were also wearing party hats.

"Happy birthday to the creator of the Little Bots Club!" Hiraya smiled.

"Happy birthday, man." Todd pulled out a party popper.

Dave stammered. "I-gwugh-!"

He sighed in relief. "Aw, you guys.. I haven't had those for forever..

"By the way, I thought I was gonna get kidnapped and murdered! On my birthday nonetheless!"

Marcus stared at Dr. Janet. "Dr. Janet, what did you do?"

"Following orders. You said it was a secret after all."

Dave interrupted. "Never mind all that! Let's just- Oooh! Is that three-tiered cake? Aww!"

Epilogue

"So Dave, how's the birthday party?"

"Burgertron?! I thought all of you are at the huge party!"

"Pfft, this is the party. We all kinda had to keep it a secret from you. It's Dimlit's idea on this one."

[celebrimbor-apologist]

Rings of Power 1x04 Liveblog

SPOILERS AHEAD

the fucking description already says “Galdriel and Elrond walk into a trap” I’m not fucking FINE

GREAT the fucking flashback with Celebrimbor and the tree I am FINE. But no Cel in the recap otherwise so they’re probably okay smithing ahead in Ost-in-Edhil <3 Just doing happy sweet little trinkets. Nothing bad can happen.

Also, Elrond’s face when Gil says “to lead it” like. HA. Did him and Gil have a talk? Did Gil apologize? I need that scene. GIMME. Or is Gil the kind of guy to apolize in actions, like, giving Elrond that command is the thing.

OH WELL. 

OH COME ON GAL. GIRL. 

The kids are fightingggg

Oh yay montage of Elves running- OH THAT SCENE from the trailers. 

Elrond, babe, LOVE your hair 

Omg I love the new baby elf. 

Gal, wrong moment to trip balls-

Elrond I love you 

“I must protest” Oh I love them. He deserves to be in his bitchy era. He deserves it. Calling the ring a trinket, oh Elrond. His pure bitchiness kept him alive didn't it. He is preserved in salt <3

The other elves must be so annoyed by them I love it. Still hoping we’ll get a proper heart to heart though. 

HI STRANGER 

OMG TOM TOM TOM BOMBADIL 

I AM SQUEALING TOMMMM he is making fun of actual Gandalf isn’t he 

Gandalf gets eaten by the tree wish that was me. Tight squeeze hug. 

Oh Poppy has a crush? 

Oh yeah, a little bit of enemies to lovers. Worked for Gal and Hal too!

Nori. Oh Nori my love <3 “He’s a Wizard” WHElp Noriiiii PLEASE NOT SO LOUD

This guy on the throne is Saruman, isn’t he? I didn’t even think about Saruman whoops.

OMFG Tom Bombadil you are an actual ICON. 

OMg the first bath the stranger ever gets huh? He doesn't look different even clean though. I understand why him and Saubrand shouldn't meet.

Singing??

Tom I love you. 

Tom is older than the stars I forgot. “I am nameless but you are young and I am old. That’s what I am” Omg there it is, he is talking about himself in third person. 

Big Beard Energy going on

“Your task is to face them both” Yeah, that’s Gandalf about to faint. 

Elrond <3 <3 <3 Regretting his life choices I am sure. 

Omg they walk over a graveyard?? Also I love the new elves we got. So much. Hope they survive for a few more episodes. This guy looks like Lindir, remember when we all went nuts over Lindir??

OH WELL THEY FOUND THE MESSENGERS!!! 

AAAAnd that guy is gone. Everyone else now hold VERY VERY STILL- Omg. YES YES YESSSS

This bitch looks like Ganondorf

They just reform huh

Elrond sma- GALADRIEL?? YES ELROnd being a nerd pays off <3

Smashcut to Arondir and co looking for Theo, huh

Yeah they left their weapons, the ents don’t eat metal. 

Okay so Elrond and co went south does that mean they might now meet Elrond and crew? 

Astrid IS kinda cute with him there. Like. ngl these bitches adorable

Oh come on, I don’t think Astrid is really that horrible. 

Theo was taken by Tree Frend! 

Well. Not so, uh, frend. 

Isildur in the Mud huh Isilgone I guess? WHELP. ARONDIGONE TOO. Astrid please tell me you won’t jump after them- Oh thank Eru.

Ominous bubbles

OH ASTRID YOU’RE FOOLISHLY BRAVE WOMAN 

Arondirty <3 I love you muddy elf. Best laughter 

Okay the harfoot backstory actually makes me sad 

DID YOU HIT THE MUM I WILL END YOU YOU FUCKING HELMET BITCH WHATEVER HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE CAN'T BE WORSE THAN WHAT I WILL DO TO YOUR FOR HITTING CLAN MUM

Elrond in the distance oh baby no. But like, you couldn’t have added two weeks to that journey. You really need to reach Tyelpe. This is really important.

Fluffy Hair Elrond <3 

They are having a heart to heart but I want to fluff- MY FATHER FORSWOR DAD MENTION DAD MENTION 

Okay guys this is not how the heart to heart works babe-

HOLY FUCK- 

HOLY FUCK FUCK FUCK NOT- THE VISION THE VISION THE VISION OMG TYELPE FALLING THE KNIFE AT ELROND'S THROAT OW OW OW OWWWW

TOUCH TOUCH TOUCH-

Okay buddy as if you would just let her die <3 He is so bitter right now. 

“We heard drums” WHAT. 

Gil Galad really sent them on a roadtrip “maybe some mortal danger will fix you two” and currently it’s making them worse. 

Astrid OUTCHIE 

FORGIVENESS TAKES AN AGE HUH

Arondir <3 

FORGIVENESS TAKES AN AGE *SOB*

Flower <3 

I am crying. Also, Isil, maybe not touch her neck she is wounded there. Whelp. Isil really not getting laid this season either. No wonder he holds onto the ring later.

Arondir is leaving, huh? Yeah. 

OH FUCK. 

OH FUCK FUCK FUCK. 

WE’RE REALLY IN IT NOW. 

MARCHING TO EREGION. 

Guys you need an army. You need an army and a hulk. 

OH NO NOT THE BABY ELF

Yep I can SEE the Elrond losing it. 

GIRL WHAT 

SHE GIVES HIM THE RING 

OMG WHAT 

I LOVE THIS. 

THE KIDS HAVE MADE UP THEIR ISSUES 

GALADRIEBADASSSSSSSSSSS GIRLBOSSING IT LIKE THE BOSS SHE ISSSSS

GIRLBOSSDRIEL Naww, Elrond still salty but. Well. Getting there. 

Galadriel has acquired a horse <3 

NOPE 

HI ADAR

[ampedupkaon]

August Writing Challenge Day 31: Galand/Melascula

AN: I randomised the order... and these two were last again! Set during the Holy War 3000 years ago; the night after the bit where Mons and Deri have been Indura. Melascula and Galand both escape and... she has questions for him.

“Melascula, to what do I owe the pleasure?” She glared at Galand for his tone. She'd gone looking for him, annoyed when she couldn't find him. She'd ended up having to go to his room, which was not the image she wanted to portray when she was angry with him. And of course, the lug was lounging in bed, seemingly without a care.

“What were you playing at?” His eyes widened a little.

“I'm not sure what you're getting at.”

“You grabbed hold of me and dragged me out of danger. I'm perfectly capable of saving myself you know!”

“Wait, you're getting angry with me for saving you? Really?”

“I could have saved myself!” She snapped, bristling in annoyance. He shrugged.

“I am aware of that!” Galand snapped back; getting annoyed because he was being told off for being a good team mate.

“Then why did you grab hold of me?”

“Is it really so strange to think I might actually care about you?” Melascula looked shocked by the words; knowing them to be true. He couldn't lie, after all. She also wasn't touching them with her whip fully extended.

“You should have let me handle things on my own!” He looked hurt by the words; good.

“If it bothers you that much... take a free hit.” She boggled at him. Really? He was going to let her hit him?

“Anywhere?” She smirked; knowing exactly where she wanted to hit. It was nasty and he wouldn't be expecting it. He didn't answer, so she formed her darkness, taking aim. Galand squawked, hands darting to cover between his legs.

“You said I can have a free hit.”

“That does not mean you can try to crack my nuts!” He remarked, sounding rather worried.

“Fine. I won't hit you down there. Roll over.” He whined, but did as she asked, lowering his head and lifting his rear.

“Who says I want to...?”

“Melascula, if you want to smack me between the legs... you're definitely going to smack my arse like I'm a naughty brat.” She grinned; he wasn't wrong. She quickly lashed the whip down, delighting in the squawk of pain this earned. She readied the whip again and he rolled back over.

“One free hit. Put that away.” She whined, but did as he asked.

“Did it hurt?” She asked. He lay slightly differently, possibly because his backside was still sore.

“Like a damn, you sadistic brat.” She laughed, amused by his complaining. It trailed off into a yawn and she'd swear his look softened, just a little.

“Do you want to stay the night?” She wondered where that had come from.

“You look tired and... I'm willing if you are. Even you are sadistic.” She grinned; pleased he was still whining. It might make him think twice about doubting her capabilities.

“Are you getting sappy there? Want to cuddle, just in case it's the last time?” Melascula's tone was mocking. Either Galand didn't notice or he didn't care.

“Call it being sappy if you want. Maybe I want something warm in my bed. Maybe I'm a little sweet on you.” The maybes bothered her. He couldn't lie; but suggestions like that were open to interpretation. And she was not going to ask whether he did or didn't. That wasn't nice. And the thought of him being sweet on her was... sort of appealing. Only sort of; he wasn't her type.

“I'll stay the night. Just this once. To please a sappy old man.” She floated over to the bed. He didn't appear annoyed by her statement, instead rolling a little. Making space for her to lie with him. She lowered down, right on top of his side.

“What do you think you're doing?” He asked. She fidgeted a little, trying to bully him into rolling back on to his back.

“You're being my bed.”

“I'm not sure that would be very comfortable for you. The space I've left would be... hey!” She started prodding between gaps in the armour plates, making him shudder.

“Do it or I'll get the whip back out.” He whined.

“Get off then... you are quite the demanding bed mate.” She ignored the jibe, lifting up so he could roll. Once he had, she lowered back down on top of him.

“Finished bullying me now?” She laughed, Galand sounded fed up as opposed to annoyed. She saw him yawn, and realised he was just as tired as she was.

“For tonight. Your tummy is more comfortable than you think.” She settled down, seeing him do the same.

“Good night, sweetheart.” Her cheeks heated, just a little, at the pet name. She would ask if he meant it in the morning, but was sure it had slipped out without him thinking. She decided there might be a tiny bit of stock in the 'I'm sweet on you' he'd told her before. Melascula waited a moment, before whispering to him.

“Night Galand. Sweet dreams.” She brushed her lips to his tummy, before dozing off. She didn't see the grin on his face after she'd done it. She didn't feel his arms slide around her back either. She knew about it in the morning though.

AN: Melascula wakes up first in the morning and gets annoyed by him holding her the way he is. She wakes him up and asks what he's playing at. Galand then tells her she suggested last night that he was going to cuddle with her. He just decided to do so.

[yoosungdaddy1]

High Broken boy Eren x reader

"Okay so we bout to smoke and before we hit the club I'm passing out these bitches" Sasha laughs holding up the bag of Mushrooms.

" Where's the blunt?' Eren ask Holding his hand out impatiently .

" Eren you okay ? You Seem stressed. " Mikasa says looking up at him beside her.

" I'm just annoyed " He response smoking the blunt and passing it to you. You shake your head refusing the blunt but he insist on you taking a turn. You take the blunt and past it to Sasha. 

" So where's Armin ?" You ask. Eren checks his phone.

" He texted me. He said he'll be ready for the club he's not smoking"  He answers finding his seat next to you.

" So Eren what happened with Annie?" Sasha ask being nosy with a devilish grin.

" She came by and amber alert over here answered the door and she went nuts. Attacking me accusing me of Fucking Y/n." He explains as Sasha giggles.

" I mean Look at her she's a babe and you guys do live together you sure you not fucking." Her and Mikasa Laughs.

" Hell no !" You shout before Eren could respond.

'Wow that's how you felt after I put you to sleep last night." He barks with a small grin.

" No fucking way! " Sasha shouts passing the blunt to Mikasa who's coughing on laughter.

You look at Eren and give a devilish smile. Your Eyes speaking to one another.

He wants to play games . We'll play game. 

" Oh you call that fucking? I thought that was your finger didn't know your dick was so thin." You respond matching his energy. He looks at you for a cold minute you both facing off, till you couldn't hold back. The both of you start laughing your asses off as he nudges your arm. Sasha and Mikasa look at each other confused then processed to laugh. You assume the weed was getting to you all.

" That was a good one Y/N I'll give you that but when you seriously wanna feel me in you-you  know where my room is." He says glazing into your eyes in all seriousness. You blush and lightly shake your head.

" Never in a million years" You whisper. He shoved his shoulders taking the blunt from Mikasa. 

" Your lost." He giggled.

" You play to much Eren." Sasha says getting up going into the kitchen. Mikasa was in a daze barely keeping her eyes open falling  over on Eren shoulders. 

" Hold this y/n'' He ask giving you the blunt. He stood up slowly picking up Mikasa and placing her in his room.

"She's fucked. " Sasha laughs stuffing her face.  Eren came back snatching the blunt out your hands.

" Sasha you and Connie owe me some damn snacks. " He shouts chasing her around the kitchen table. She laughs as he desperately tires to take the snacks out her hands. You could tell the two were high as hell.  You turn on the Tv to kill time going back to the movie you and Eren were watching earlier.

" Hey don't start that yet!" He shouts jumping on one side of you and Sasha on the other.

"You both reek of weed." You sprout in annoyance of how close they were.

" Rewind it some" Eren insist.

You didn't know he was actually paying attention to it like you was. You didn't mind though. The movie ended and Eren and Sasha ended up falling asleep on  each of your shoulders. You looked on your left , Sasha whispering chicken in her dream. You looked to your right, Eren's hair tingling your face, the smell of weed on his breath. You were truly irritated .

"  Idiots get up!"  You shout pushing both Eren and Sasha off you. 

"Holy shit it's 6 Connie's off.  I'll wake Mikasa be out by 7:30." Sasha yells going into Eren's room to wake Mikasa. Eren was still waking up his hair completely out his man bun and checking his phone. 

" Yo Sasha! Annie texted don't worry about me just give y/n a ride. I'm gonna pick her up Armin invited her." He shouts.

" Alright cool be ready Y/n I'll text you." Sasha says before leaving the room with a confused Mikasa.

"Alright bet." You get up going into your room getting ready. You had never been to a real club before partying wasn't really your thing even though you always wanted to try it out. You Revish though your clothing looking for something club worthy. You decided to wear a gold silk Cami, black mini skirt and gold heels. You gathered your things leaving your room it being 7:15. Eren was also preparing to leave. He was in the living room cleaning things up. He wore long sleeve silk sliver top and black dress pants. His hair in a tight bun only one strain in his face, A sliver wrist watch and small studs in both ears. You weren't gonna lie to yourself he looked good. You didn't realize you was staring.

" whoa are you fucking me with your eyes" He smirks catching you staring at him.

You start to blush, embarrassed.

"You're disgusting please but you do look good. " You admitted.

" So you were imaging me on you." He proceeds to say.

" It's okay to admit kind of hard not to besides I wouldn't mind the thought of you on me. " He giggles to himself.

" You're a real ass " You shouts face completely red. You didn't know what to think. He thought such bold statements were funny.

" Lighten up you'll probably smash and disappear right? That's your specialty." He mouths, opening the dorm door letting you go ahead of him.

You ignored his petty comment giving a petty smile. You toss your hands up walking in the other direction as him. You made your way outside just in time Sasha texted.

Sasha~ I parked behind your dorm hurry up!

You smile at her text and fast walk to her car.  She drove a Black Toyota RAV4 LE.

" You look amazing !" Sasha shouts from the driver side 

" Facts. " Mikasa nods.

You took your seat in back.

" Where's Armin?" You ask confused.

" Oh he's riding with Jean." Mikasa answers.

" Alright lets shake some ass!" Sasha shouts before speeding out the parking lot. After about 45 minutes you guys arrive at a club called Night Wilders.

Bigg Balls Mikasa~ We're here boys

Bigg Balls Armin~ Find a good spot We'll meet you guys inside.

After making it inside the club you all looked for a nice area. The club was quite large and very dark. The music was so loud you had to yell to hear each other. 

" Over here!" Mikasa shouts finding a big enough spot for all who was coming

" YO Where's the mushrooms" Jean shouts coming in behind Armin and Connie.

" You look amazing" Armin says grabbing your hand forcing you into a 360. You giggle at his enthusiasm. Sasha ran to Connie giving him a hug and a sexual kiss. Everyone in the group smirked at the interaction.

" Okay fuck later  where's the Mush Sasha?" Jean insist.

" Here everyone take one these things are no joke." She giggles still wrapped in Connie's arm. You all begin to each take one from the bag.

" Hold up save me one" Eren says pushing through he crowd, Behind him stood Annie. She looked surprised and angry to see you.

"  Annie how long your staying in town ?" Sasha ask grabbing her a mushroom.

" Just this week or mid-terms are coming up" She says clinging to Eren's shirt.

You finally finish eating the mushroom which wasn't as bad as you expected.

" Dance with me "Armin insist grabbing your hand and pulling you to him before you could say anything. He pulls your hips closer to his as your bodies move with the beat of the music.

" You're so Hot. " He laughs spinning you in circles. You laugh at his complements. His blue eyes glaring into yours. You didn't try to but you started checking him out. His neck exposed and vein visible , his shirt low enough to expose the very entrance of his chest.

" Hell your hot too." You smile. He blushes giggling to your complement. 

" Get a room" Mikasa laughs as the group started to dance near you two. You couldn't tell if the mushroom was getting to you or not, but everything felt funny. The music changed to fast beat and You, Mikasa and Sasha were completely out of it. Before you knew it strangers had started trying to grind behind you. 

" Get the hell away from them"  a voice said scarring off the guys that kept surrounding you all. You were to high to know what was going on.

" Hey Eren! Lets dance." You smile grabbing his hands and bringing  him closer to you. He didn't seem as high as you but you could tell he was out of it.

" What are you doing!' He smirks laughing at your dance moves. 

" He grabs your hands spinning you in circles as you laughed looking up at the ceiling changing colors You felt like you were on could nine. 

" Oh shit the drinking cup!" Jean interrupts.

" OH shit you Mikasa and Sasha shout making your way down the club line.

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[magician-kitty]

Sweet N Sour

Chapter Warning: Sexual Assault

Another day of delivering noodles.

Happily whistling a tune as she got out of the Noodle Cart, MK danced to the beat of the music in her headphones, The house she was going to was only across the street so it was no big.

Doesn't matter where, doesn't matter when

I will be there for you 'til the very end

Danger or trouble, I'm there on the double

You know that you always can call—

All of a sudden, the sound of a motor driving full-speed towards her direction, yelping, the delivery girl jumping up and backflipping onto the cart's roof, right before the driver could hit her.

"Hey! What the hell is wrong with-" MK glared at the guy, only to gasp as she saw that it was one of those Speedy Panda drivers, who had skidded to a stop to glare at her.

She turned around hoping to get away, only to be cornered. The brunette laughs nervously, gulping. "Oh boy..." Lately these guys been harassing and sabotaging her food delivery routes all week, trying to destroy the food and actually tried to harm her.

"Uh, alright now," She got into a fighting stance. "I'm warning you, don't make me put the hurt on you guys." She shrieked when one of them grabbed her from behind. "Look at her, isn't she just precious~" One of them grinned. MK started to panic as she struggled out of his hold, She felt a hand go up under her shirt, groping her chest.

"GET THE HELL OFF ME!!" She growled and raises her leg, kicking the guy in the nuts. The guy yelled In pain, holding his legs.

She gets back up and slowly starts to back away, There was a sudden silhouette behind MK, she gasps as more surrounds her. Her screams echoed throughout the city.

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Back at the shop, sounds of books can be heard as Pigsy was ducking and dodging incoming text books.

"I can't believe you!"

"Hold up, Tang! Wait a minute!" Pigsy tried to reason with the somewhat angry scholar, only to duck when he threw a book at him.

What could possibly be wrong with our favorite married couple? Well....

"After all these years of being married, You forget our anniversary!?" Tang yelled angrily, throwing another book at the pig demon.

Yep, today is Tang and Pigsy's 40th anniversary, and it completely slipped the little pig demon's mind. I mean it wasn't on purpose, there's been so much going on and.

"Tang, sweetie, please calm down--"

"Do I really mean so little to you, Pigsy!?" Tang says as he looks to Pigsy, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

Pigsy stared at his husband in disbelief, does he really think what he thinks of him. Before he could respond, the bell to the front door opened, entering MK.

"MK?"

She was bruised and batted, her hair was a straight up mess, she was soaked in water and possibly food. And what's worse....

Her clothes were slightly torn.

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"Are you okay? Tang asked worriedly.

"I'm fine."

"Are you hurt badly?"

"No, I managed fought them off."

"They didn't...touch you did they?" Pigsy growled, already feeling a rage growing inside him.

"No," replied MK, rubbing her sore eyes a bit.

Rumble and Savage were each standing beside MK--She gently pressed an ice pack against her--and Savage was applying ointment on MK's cheek.

Tang gently pulled her into a hug. "There, there MK, it's okay. Everything is gonna be okay." He spoke softly, rubbing the back of MK's hair.

"No. It ain't fine, Those no good hooligans almost," Pigsy seethed, couldn't even bring himself to say that word, gripping his wooden spoon tightly. "If I wasn't stressed enough I'd go up there and shove my-Ow!" He rubbed the back of his head, seeing Tang threw another book at him.

"Stop it already Pigsy, You're making the children here uncomfortable!" The scholar scowled at his husband, not wanting him to swear in front of the twins as he held MK tightly.

Pigsy growls, clenching his fists, but eventually calms himself down. He just really, really hates those speedy panda asshole.

Those punks with their flash frozen microwave junk! As if Convenience could ever replace a traditional home-cooked family recipe, He turns his attention towards the shelf behind him, looking at the various photos.

One was him and his mother, him and his father, another where he was first opening his shop, him and Sandy as teens, the pig demon's wedding day with Tang, one was when they first took MK in, one where they all ate together after "The Wall Race"

Suddenly, a brick with a note tied to it crashed through the window, luckily no one was hit. Pigsy pulled the note, opening it. "What does it say, Pigsy?" Tang asked.

MK, Rumble and Savage peered over Pigsy's shoulder as he reads the note. "Hmm, it reads.."

'Attention! Pigsy's Noodles!

Prepare for your worst nightmare! We challenge you, to Food Wars!! To determine which restaurant truly reigns supreme!

Signed,

Speedy Panda'

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So basically, Pigsy's Noodle Shop has been challenged to the ultimate Food Wars: The ultimate arena for chefs to duke it out, where the victors are hailed supreme above all others. And of course he accepted the challenge.

"Welcome one and all to Food Wars! Today two teams will compete in three rounds in food combat in order to be crowned champion! Introducing first for Pigsy's Noodle shop, Pigsy and his assistant MK!~" The announcer said through the intercom as the crowd cheered, the two looking up and smiling with determination.

"Oi! Monkie Kid!" A familiar British accent called out, MK knew that voice all two well.

"Oh no, you've got to be kidding me." MK groaned, her eye twitching in irritation.

Remember us Monkie Kid?!" Jin smirked. "We're--"

"Jin and Yin, my worst enemies," She flatly interrupted, having getting sick and tired of these two. "What do you two want?"

"Okay, So here's the plan right, if we put your place outta business, the Monkie Kid wont have a job!" Yin said grinning.

"And without a job, she'll be so weak and tired, and then we'll be able to destroy her!" Jin finished as the two laughed, high-fiving each other. MK could practically feel her blood boiling in anger, So these two dumbasss are the reason she was constantly sabotaged and almost molested.

"What a couple of Dumb-dumbs." Rumble and Savage deadpanned.

"It is now time for the first round! The competitors will have to gather all the ingredients they need and race from the food wars ultimate pantry to their respective kitchens at the center of the courtyard. In three, two, one!"

A blaring sound was heard, Pigsy grabbing every ingredient he needed in a flash of pink, and tossing them over to MK, she easily caught the various foods and sped off.

Jin and Yin's jaws dropped at the girl's speed, quickly shaking themselves off and tossing over a box of their frozen food to the Speedy Panda driver, said driver was off like a flash.

They didn't manage to catch up on time, as when the driver was halfway across the track, MK was casually hopping out of her cart and setting the foods down on the counter.

"Round One goes to Pigsy's Noodles!"

The crowd cheered, Pigsy cheered as well. "Way to go kid!"

"Go MK!" Rumble and Savage cheered too, chirping happily.

"In round two, competitors will put their culinary prowess to the test, in a cook-off! With the winner being chosen by a panel of randomly selected judges!"

MK and Pigsy nodded to each other and got into the rhythm of making an old but familiar recipe, while Jin and Yin simply microwaving their food, The two continued cooking and MK was on edge, looking at the time.

"Relax kid, There's just an ingredient missing." The pig demon hummed in thought. Unaware that Jin and Yin were making an attempt to cheat, by dropping a bottle of hot sauce in the broth.

But they were sorely mistaken, a pair of tiny legs came out and tripped him, knocking them down. The two looked with a nervous gulp, seeing the dark glares Rumble and Savage were was giving off.

"Don't. Even try it..." Savage growled at them, foaming at the mouth, making the twin demons tremble in fear. Pigsy felt something tug on his uniform, looking down at Rumble. "What about this Mr Piggy?"

Pigsy looked at the sauce in the she-monkey's paw, and smiled. "Perfect! That's what was missing." Finishing up the food the chef duo walked over with the dishes in hand.

"And that's the timer! both competitors must now present their culinary creations to our panel of judges! introducing the first judge, Princess Iron Fan!"

Princess Iron Fan sat down in her chair, resting her elbow on her hand, which was leaning on the chair.

"Mrs Iron Fan!?" MK exclaimed, shocked that she of all people was here. "You're not really here to fight are you!?"

"Please, as much as I would love to battle with you, I have no time for that. I'm here to settle a debt and that's all." Her eyes glanced towards Jin and Yin, who grinned, both giving her a thumbs up.

"Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have made that blood oath," She grumbled.

"Judge number two, is none other than Prince Red Son!"

Huge swirls of fire swirled around, revealing Red Son, who slumps in his seat, arms crossed. "Ugh, Let just get this over with, shall we?" The Bull prince grumbled, definitely not wanting to be here.

Then he noticed MK and Pigsy. "Y-You!? You're the competition?!" He asked.

"Hi Red Son!" MK waving at him, smiling brightly. Red Son gulped, trembling, feeling his heart race and palms sweating.

He didn't think he'd see her again, I mean not after he...kissed her after the battle with the Spider Queen.

“Our third judge, and apparently a fan favorite: The Golden Cicada Yum-Yum!~" The curtains open to reveal Tang, who sat down in his seat. "Thanks for having me! Great to be here!" Tang smiled, waving.

"You're the man, Tang!" MK exclaimed happily. However, Pigsy seemed to looks nervous. "Uh, Pigsy what's wrong?" She asked.

Tang turned his attention to Pigsy, frowning as he sat down, his glasses gleaming. Guilt started flowing through the pig demon's head. His mouth felt dry as he gulped.

"Oh, I bet you're worried that he's gonna vote against you as some form of revenge cause you forgot y'all anniversary and the fact you treat him like garbage all the time, right?"

"Would you be quiet!" Pigsy hissed.

"First up is Speedy Panda! With what looks like an assortment of mushy Dim-sum filled with--"

Jin and Yin walked up and presented their so called 'dishes' "Mystery Meat!~" Jin explained with a smirk.

"And a side of Deep Fried Spring Rolls, topped with whatever sauce was in this packet," Yin joined in, showing a sauce packet. "It's edible...enough."

"I'll take your word for it," Princess Iron Fan said, nose scrunched up in disgust, merely lifting it with her chopsticks, and shuttered in utter disgust.

Tang took a bite of the Dimsum, his face turning green as he threw up.

Red Son gagged, pushing the dish away. "Ugh, as if I would ever eat something this disgusting."

"The judges aren't giving anything away, now onto Pigsy's noodle with what looks like..."

Pigsy approached the table, setting down the dishes and revealing it. "Family Recipe Xinxiang Pulled Noodle Soup, Qing man yong!" Pigsy smiled, spinning his spoon.

"Ahem," MK approached Red Son, setting down a dish at the table, revealing desserts. "It's probably a good thing you didn't try their food. Here, It's Steamed Creamy Custard Buns, made them myself~" MK gave a proud smirk.

Red Son looked at the dish in awe and curiosity. She made this, for him?

Tang was the first to take first bite of noodles, followed by Red Son who takes a bite of the custard buns, his eyes widened at the wonderful taste, As if fireworks had exploded in his taste buds.

'It's the wonderful thing I've ever tasted~' The bull prince hummed in delight, little hearts floating in the background.

Princess Iron Fan hesitantly followed behind and took a bite. her eyes widened at the flavor, moaning, as a tear fell down her cheek.

But...as good as it was, she still had a debt to fulfill.

"Hmph. There's no way I'm voting for your restaurant, my vote is for Speedy Panda!" Yin and Jin high five the other, grinning in triumph.

Next was Red Son.

"Um, I suppose these buns are okay, I guess. He grumbled, rubbing his head trying to hide his blush. "My vote will go to the noodle pig."

MK and Pigsy cheered, hugging each other.

Next was Tang's turn.

"Well, well, well. I've been waiting a long time to say this to you, Pigsy..." Pigsy gulped, feeling fear course him.

"My vote goes to...Pigsy's noodles!" That seemed to catch the pig demon off guard, staring at Tang. "His food is a work of art!"

Yin and Jin grumbled, MK and Pigsy sighed in relief.

"Round Two goes to Pigsy's Noodles!" It was now time for the final challenge."

An idea sparked in the demon brother's heads. "How about we make this more interesting? A Sudden Death round!~"

"What do you mean?" Pigsy asked.

"Loser has to close their shop down," Yin finished for his sibling.

"FOREVER!"

"Ha! You're on!~" MK shouted back.

"And now the final competition! Mascot Combat!"

"Huh?"

"Say what now?"

Pigsy and MK blinked in confusion, turning over to where the smirking Gold and Silver duo stood, pressing down a button on a panda themed remote, summoning forth a massive Panda Mech.

MK scoffed, "Yeah that cool and all, but that ain't got nothing on our-" MK look behind her as the truck was beaten up and broken.

"Oh..okay, so, we might have a little problem."

"I can't believe it, I dedicated my life to that shop, but now I'm gonna lose it to a couple of demons because I was too arrogant to stand down." tears welled up in the pig demon's eyes as he looked down at a photo in his hands.

"I guess no one cares about tradition or centuries old recipe's anymore. They're being forgotten and replaced by instant microwavable junk."

"Dadsy..." MK whispered, Tearing up, MK looked at the chef, anger starting to fester and bubble to the surface.

She had finally had enough. "No!"

"MK it's okay-" He tried to reassure her.

"NO PIGSY!!" MK interrupted, she clenched her fists, to the point where her knuckles turned white. "You worked so hard for your restaurant! I may not no much for your love of culinary arts. But you're are always there when I needed you. It's where you and Tang first brought me into your home when I didn't have one! It's my home!"

Yellow light and electricity started to surround the Monkie kid, her eyes became slits, her teeth were starting to look sharper, Pigsy's jaw dropped, Rumble and Savage looked shocked as well.

"Uh, MK..?" Pigsy trailed off, taking a step back.

She growled, pointing towards the twins. "And I refuse to let these assholes take it away from me..!" Tears streaming from her eyes, A flash of light swept over the crowd, who all gasped in awe once the light had dispersed.

Somehow, the beaten up food truck was transformed into a Noodle Tank. MK standing on top of it, looking down at the pig chef.

"We can't give up now, because Pigsy's Noodles are worth fighting for!" MK shouted, a look of determination on her face.

Pigsy smiled, nodding his head. "You're right sweetie, It's too early to give up. Now let's go beat up some demon punks!" Pigsy said smirking, MK grabbed his hand tossed Pigsy into the air, landing next to her.

Jin and Yin stared at the mech in shock.

"Listen up! Us little guys are fighting back! your tyrannical reign over the food sector of this city is over!" Pigsy exclaims.

"No amount of convenience will ever win the hearts of food lovers!" Tang's voice chimed in.

"Tang/Baby!" Pigsy and MK shouts happily.

"Oh, I was never gonna vote against you, Honey." Tang smiled.

"Oh yeah?!" Yin shouted,

"Bring it on, little piggies!" Chimed Jin.

"Alright MK, what do you say we show these two what being a real chef is all about?" MK nodded in agreement, Speedy Panda drivers then jumped towards the group as the two rivals proceed to battle each other.

"I knew I shouldn't have come back this season."

Princess Iron Fan sighed, She glanced over to her son, who had goofy look on his face. "Son?"

Red Son sighed, a lovesick smile on his face. MK's determination, her admiration, it's all the qualities about her that just makes his heart sing.

But, he couldn't help but wonder about her sudden aggressiveness towards those demon brothers and those Panda workers.

"Psst! Hey Excuse me," The fire demon felt something tugging on his trench coat as he look down to see Savage standing there beside him. "Hey You're MK's boyfriend, right?"

"What? N-No I-" He became flustered at the young one's comment, glancing over hoping his mother didn't hear that. "Why would you ask me that?"

"Well, because..." Savage gestures him to lean down and whispered something into his ear.

Whatever the shadow clone was telling him, Red's eyes suddenly widened and gasped softly. Before the two teams could lay a hand on each other. A female demon steps in with her arms out. All eyes stared at her in confusion, as she stopped the teams from fighting.

"Oi! What's all-" Yin began to shout, A clipboard falls from the air as she caught it before turning to Yin and Jin, showing them the clipboard.

"Well, you spent all your profits on that panda mech. we ain't got enough money to pay our drivers! Speedy Panda is bankrupt."

"Say what? give me that!" Jin shouts. He took the clipboard from the female demon, looking over the billing with wide eyes.

Yin hummed, "Oh yeah, must've been the hydraulics, I told you about that." He nodded.

"We're not getting paid?" One of the Speedy Panda workers spoke up with a growl.

"Okay, yeah, so..." Jin shrugged nonchalantly, neither of the male demons realizing how much trouble they were in. "Traditionally, people expect money when they do work."

"But It's like the pig man said," Yin continued. "No one really, cares about traditions anymore, right?"

The workers didn't seem to agree with them, as they were about to beat the living crap outta them, there was an explosion. The crowd immediately dispersed as a furious Red Son stomps over towards the drivers and Jin and Yin.

A shadow fell over Red Son's face as he clenched his fists, he looks up and with a furious look on his face.

"YOU...HOW DARE YOU FILTHY PEASANTS TRY TO DEFILE MY WOMAN!!" He roared in anger as he was engulfed in his flames.

"Excuse me?" Iron Fan and Pigsy looked shocked at the raging demons outburst.

"U-uh," Yin chuckled nervously, taking a step back along with his brother and the workers. "Wait a minute now, let's just take a breather."

"I'LL F***ING KILL YOU!" He charged towards and began to beat the loving SHIT, out of them.

Princess Iron Fan stared in complete shock as she watched her precious son beating them up. With that, she leaned back in her seat and ate another bowl of noodles.

Pigsy and Tang covered Rumble and Savage's eyes, preventing them from seeing what happened. Pigsy, however, smirked in satisfaction. Tang did a side glance towards MK, who grinned nervously.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! I'LL KILL THEM!"

It wasn't long until his mother had to drag Red Son away, still shouting angry threats.

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"Order up!" MK called out in the kitchen, while Pigsy, Tang, and the twins sat at the counter. Pigsy peers over at the bowl in MK's hands, a smile on his lips.

"Looks good, kid!"

MK looked a bit unsure, placing the bowl in front of him. "Are you sure? Im not sure if i got the broth right."

Pigsy smiled, "It's alright, You've got plenty of time to learn. Hey guys, thanks for having my back... back there."

"You know it," Mk grinned.

"No problem sir!" The twins nodded, munching on their food.

"Always, hon." Tang smiled.

Pigsy turned to Tang, a guilty from on his face. "Tang, I'm sorry about, you know, about forgetting our anniversary. And taking you for granted. I didn't mean to-" Pigsy was interrupted when Tang shushed him.

"It's okay, I know you didn't mean to." He smiled lovingly, leaning over for a short and sweet kiss, which Pigsy gladly responded.

Savage gagged in disgust, along with Rumble. "Yuck, I'm not hungry anymore." He sank back into a shadow portal, Rumble too.

"Besides, Tang whispered into Pigsy's ear. "We can make up later~" Pigsy's face turned red and steamed came out his ears.

MK suddenly became uncomfortable by the married couple. "Uh, I can see you guys wanna be alone So..." She zoomed out the restaurant and into her apartment.

Today may have started out bad, but at least she helped saved her home.

[mccall-muffin]

Love vs. Hate - Part 19 // Joe Liebgott x OC

Summary: After Holland, Easy Company has been releaved to Mourmelon, France. There is not really much to do, BUT they meet their new CO.

Warnings: Language, War generals, Fluff

A/N: Alright... I am BACK! with a filler and I'm so sorry! It will get better, I swear! But anyway we get a little Joe and Liv time.

Here is my Masterlist

Tag List: @brassknucklespeirs, @liebgotts-lovergirl

November 1st, 1944 -Nijmegen, Holland

"Liv! Liv!" I slowly wake up from my sleep and open my eyes. "Damn it, Liv, wake up already!" I tear my eyes open and sit up. "How can you sleep so deeply?" asks Harry, standing over me. "What's wrong?" I ask, and he points his head in a direction. I stand up and follow him. "Jesus, Harry, what time is it?" "Early..." he says then, and we exchange a look.

He leads me to Winters and the other officers. "What happened?" I ask as I look into their faces. "It's Moose. He's been hit." "What?" I ask in shock, looking at Dick. "How so?" "Friendly fire..." he sighs. "What the hell?" "Whatever," Dick then says. "We don't currently have a CO at Easy Company, which makes it all the more important that you platoon leaders take charge." I look briefly at Peacock and then at Harry. "And who will be the new Platoon Leader?" I ask. "Colonel Sink will inform me over the next few days." Dick lowers his eyes briefly.

"In any case, get ready. We're being moved to France. The trucks are leaving this afternoon, 1400."

November 15, 1944 - Mourmelon, France

We have been in France for two weeks now. And that without CO. The stay is boring, and we have no real task, which is why Winters has condemned us to drill training. Since Harry has more and more other functions than leading the second platoon, he often hands it over to me. Once Buck is back, he'll take it over again.

Just as we finish another drill, I sit down at a table with Don, Skip, Penk, George, and Joe, and we play cards.

"Hey!" I protest as Don leans over again to look at my cards. "Stop cheating!" "What? I'm not doing anything! I'm just scratching myself," Don justifies himself, pointing exaggeratedly at his leg. "Yeah, right, because you can't scratch more discreetly," I grin, and he winks at me. "Ha!" Joe says, tossing his last card onto the deck. "Won," he grins at me, and I give a feigned snort before nudging him and tossing my remaining cards into the middle. "You can deal for that now," I laugh, pushing the deck toward him.

Since we finally got rid of the Brits and especially Walker, Joe and I have had moments when we could be alone, which has strengthened our relationship. Of course, by now, pretty much everyone knows we're a thing, but no one comments on it or says it out loud. I'm also sure that the other officers, besides Harry, know.

"Hey, what do you guys think? Any of you guys coming for a round of craps later?" Don then asks as Joe redistributes. "Are you nuts? I told you a long time ago I wasn't playing with you anymore," I say immediately, and the others shake their heads. "Oh, come on. Not against me, with me." "A no from me there too, Don." Don looks at me disappointed. "All right, sweetheart, then don't. Will you at least lend me ten dollars for it?" "That too? I just gave you cash, didn't I, Don? Ask Skip." "Oh no, forget it. You already owe me $60," the latter immediately intervenes.

A discussion breaks out, and Don tries to get money from all of us somehow. "Oh, you know what? Otherwise, you'll never give it a rest," I say after a while and pull out my wallet. I take out twenty dollars and stick it out to him. "That'll be $100, Donnie," I say, waving the notes in front of his face. Don reaches for it, but I pull it away from him again. "I'll get that back!" I emphasize my words again, and he nods. "Yeah, it's all right. You make more than I do, too, so don't pretend," he then says, taking the notes from my hand. "Even if I weren't, I'd still have some, and you wouldn't."

We laugh, but then my friends look behind me with interest. "Sergeant Stark?" I hear Dick's voice and turn around. There stands Dick with a first lieutenant. I don't know. I quickly stand up and salute. "Sir." "Sergeant, this is first lieutenant Norman Dike. The new CO of Easy Company," he introduces the stranger who is eyeing me. "And this here is Sergeant Olivia Stark. Assistant Leader of Second Platoon." Dike watches me for another moment before holding out his hand. "Pleased to meet you." I nod and take it.

"Sergeant Stark is leading Second Platoon at the moment, with support from Lieutenant Welsh, until Lieutenant Compton returns," Dick explains. "Very well. I'll get back to you, Sergeant," Dike says, turning away. Confused, I look to Dick, who rolls his eyes as much as he can, before following Dike.

"I guess that's our new CO," I say as I sit back down with the guys. "Looks like it," Don says, and then I notice Joe is no longer at the table. I look questioningly at his empty seat and then back at Don. He nods his head back to one of the rooms in the lounge. Sighing, I get up again and go to Joe's room.

No sooner have I closed the door behind me than Joe has already taken my face in his hands and is kissing me stormily. I feel his tongue in my mouth and am a little overwhelmed, so I push him off me. "Whoa, Joe. What's going on?" I ask, surprised, looking at him. "Nothing; why? Can't I kiss my girlfriend?" he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. "Girlfriend?"

Joe falters and scratches the back of his head. "Well, I thought..." he says, then sighs and sits down on the cot used for medical emergencies. Then he buries his face in his hands. "Aw, fuck!"

"Hey..." I say softly and sit down next to him. "I didn't mean anything by it, okay? I was just... You surprised me a little bit, that's all. We never talked about what we were." Joe looks up, and I try to smile at him. "I know..." he then says and looks at me. "Do... Do you want to talk about it?" I ask hesitantly.

Still, Joe looks at me. "I think... I think you know how I feel about you by now," he says softly, averting his gaze. I take his hand in mine. "Joe?" Now he's looking at me again. "Okay, here it goes... I... I like you. A lot, actually. And... Well, I would... I'd like it if I could call you my girlfriend." We look into each other's eyes.

Then I slowly stand up, and Joe looks at me in irritation. Then I sit down on his lap and put my arms around his neck. Then I smile at him. "I'd like that," I whisper against his lips before kissing him. Joe puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer. I bury my hands in his hair before gently pushing away from him. His eyes have grown darker.

Slowly, Joe reaches for my zipper before slowly unzipping it without breaking eye contact between us. When the jacket is open, he slides it over my shoulders. Of course, I'm still wearing a long-sleeved shirt underneath, but Joe still lets my jacket fall to the floor. Then Joe leans backward, and I sit on his lap.

I feel his cold fingers stroking my skin and giving me goosebumps. Suddenly, I grab his wrists. "Joe," I murmur against his lips, but he continues to kiss me. "Wait," I try again, and he stops before looking at me. "What's wrong?" he asks. "Are you...?" "No," I say quickly, rolling my eyes in amusement. "And yet, I don't think this is exactly the place, do you?" I look around the small chamber, and now Joe raises an eyebrow in amusement.

"You're right," he sighs, then rubs his face and lets himself fall backward on the bed, sighing again.

I climb off his lap and sit beside him on the bed. "I didn't like the way that new lieutenant looked at you," Joe says after a while, and I look at him in surprise. He looks fixedly at the ceiling. "What do you mean?" Joe rubs his face and then props himself up on his elbows. "Well, the way he looked at you like he was - I don't know - like he was about to undress you with his eyes." "Bullshit!" however, I wave it off. "I'm sure he's just never seen a woman in uniform before. Just because you're used to it by now doesn't mean others are."

Joe leans forward again and carefully runs his finger over the hem of my shirt. "Well, I get his point if it makes the woman look like you... But I'm looking forward to seeing you in regular clothes too, love." I laugh. "Oh yeah, and what if I decide to wear a uniform for the rest of my life?" I push myself up onto my knees and look at him with amusement. "Even then, every man will be jealous when he sees you on my arm," Joe laughs, and I nudge him playfully.

Then I get serious again. "And I'll still only have eyes for you." Joe sits up and kisses me passionately. Then he rests his forehead against mine, and I close my eyes for a moment. "Liv, I..." Joe then begins, but at that moment, there is a knock on the door, and it is opened.

We quickly slide out of each other, but I quickly recognize Don, who walks in with a hand in front of his eyes. "Are you guys dressed?" he asks, and I roll my eyes. "Yes, we are," I say, and Don puts his hand down. "Good," Don grins at me. Joe, meanwhile, rubs his face. "What do you want, Malarkey?" he asks, annoyed, and Don gives him an amused look.

"Hey, don't be rude, will you? Our new CO wants to see us. All of us. Five minutes in the square," he says, and Joe and I exchange a look before sighing and following Don.

December 1st, 1944 - Mourmelon, France

"Jesus, this guy is driving me nuts," I grumble to Lip, standing beside him, annoyed as the guy's complete drill training. I look over at our new CO, 1st Lieutenant Norman Dike, standing next to the new leader of 1st Platoon Jack Foley. "Which one?" asks Lip, "Which one do you think? Dike." "What did he do?" "Other than the obvious? I get the feeling he always wants to keep me around." "You mean...? He's taken a liking to you?" asks Lip, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know what it is. But it's freaking me out."

"Sergeant Stark?" Dike calls out at that moment, and I look again briefly at Lip, "And here we go." I take a few steps toward the lieutenant. "Lieutenant?" "We have a field exercise this afternoon. You'll be assisting me." "Sir, isn't that the first sergeant's job? I'm the assistant leader of the 2nd Platoon along with Lieutenant Welsh as long as Lieutenant Compton isn't back." Dike muses at me briefly. "Right. Lieutenant Welsh can manage on his own for this afternoon." With those words, he disappears again. I exchange a glance with Lip, "See?" "Maybe you should talk to Winters?" I lower my head. "It's not like he's tried anything... I don't want to cause Winters any unnecessary trouble 'cause I have a weird feeling." "Yeah, but if it gets worse, then you need to address it. We can't put our whole company at risk just because he's taken with you."

"Who's taken with you?" Lip and I turn around, and standing in front of us is Joe, who has just returned from guard duty. Lip and I exchange a quick glance. "No one," I say then, crossing my arms and rubbing them with cold hands. Joe raises an eyebrow and eyes me. I know for a fact that he's not letting up and definitely still wants to know.

Lip looks thoughtfully back and forth between us before checking his watch. "Okay, listen up. Lunchtime. The next drill is scheduled for 1400 this afternoon. Dismissed," he calls out, and the guys take their leave for lunch. "You coming?" Joe then asks, and I'm about to say yes to him when Harry walks up to us. "Liv!" he calls, and I look up. "Can you come with me for a minute, please?" I nod, say goodbye to Joe and Lip, and follow Harry into Winters' office.

I salute Dick as his Orderly closes the door behind me. Dick stands behind his desk while Nixon sits in a chair, and Harry also takes a seat. "What can I do for you guys?" I then ask, looking at Dick. "I was just wondering how's Lt. Dike doing?" he asks directly. I think about it for a moment. "Fine. I guess, at least." Now Dick looks up from his papers and looks at me urgently. "Liv?" I sigh and roll my eyes slightly. "Well, the guys are calling him 'Foxhole Norman' already. And he's only a few weeks in without combat. He's... Well, he's... I don't know how to put it."

Then Harry speaks. "I told Dick about the formation for this afternoon. What's with that? Why do you need to assist him?" he asks, and I now look at him. "I don't know. He just informed me about it a few minutes ago. I told him that's the First Sergeants' job and that I'm with you. I guess he didn't care." I shrug and look back at Dick. "Why does he want you with him?" he then asks before Nixon laughs in amusement. "Isn't it obvious, Dick?" Now Dick looks at him, confused. "What is?" he asks. "Our new CO has a liking for Liv." I bite my lips and watch Dick's reaction. He looks at Nixon for a moment before looking back at me. "Is that possible?" "Well, I realized that he always tries to keep me around him from time to time, but he never said or did anything in that direction; otherwise, I can assure you that."

"Won't get far with it anyway, does he?" now Harry laughs, which earns him a nasty look from me. Dick rubs his forehead. "Agh, we don't have time for that. Just stay with the 2nd Platoon, as usual, Liv, and leave Dike to me. Harry, you get back to me if he gives you any trouble. And I want to be informed if something's happening, Liv. We can't risk a distraction like that." I nod. "Yeah, it's enough that my assistant leader is distracted," Harry quips. "Hey. I'm not," I say quickly. Officially, the other officers don't know about Joe and me, but I'm aware that even they have picked up that we get along well. Very well. Besides, nothing happened in the company or outside escaped Nixon's notice. "I was just kidding, kiddo," Harry grins. "Yeah, about that... Just make sure Dike doesn't get a hold of it. If he really has a liking for you, I bet he would do anything to get rid of Liebgott. Easy still has only 65 percent strength; most are replacements, including your new CO. We can't spare a man," Dick then says.

"Yeah, all right. Uh, they're talking mid-March action. Train them three months, go into Berlin, end it," Nixon says. "The only thing holding Easy together is the NCOs. The Toccoa men," Dick adds. "At least we're trying." "Yeah, and that's why I don't want to lose any of you over something unnecessary. Especially not because an officer falls in love with a sergeant." That sentence out of Dick's mouth sounds kind of weird, but I still have to smile.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door, and Dick's orderly opens it. "Sir, a Sergeant Guarnere is here to see you," he says and has to laugh. "Look what just came in," I say. "The daredevil," Harry adds. "Hi, captain," the latter says, coming in with a limp. "Welcome back," Dick replies to him. "Never thought I'd see you behind a desk." "Someday, he'll sit behind it," Nixon adds, amused. "I just got AWOL from the hospital. Hope that won't cause trouble." "Would you care if it did?" asks Dick, and I can't help grinning. "Not a bit, sir," Bill returns, then takes a letter out of his jacket. "Got a letter for you here from Moose. Lieutenant Heyliger, sir. He's recovering, but it'll be tough," Bill then explains, holding the letter to Dick. I look at him sadly for a moment. "Thanks, Bill."

"There's gonna be a football game? Those guys in the 502nd?" Bill then asks. "Oh, yeah, Christmas Day. We will kick their asses!" I answer him immediately and walk up to him. I put a hand on his shoulder. "Great! Skytrain boys. Can't wait." We both laugh. "Great." Then he turns back to Dick and salutes. "Well, I'll just go find some trouble." "You do that," Dick says, saluting him as well. When Bill is almost out the door, Dick calls him back again. "Hey, Bill?" "Sir." "No more joy riding, right?" Bill winks at him and pulls out another letter. "Anybody ever heard of a little joint called Lulu's?" he asks, and I shrug. "Not me." "I'll just ask around." "Wait, I'll come with you. You don't need me anymore, do you?" I then say and look at Dick, who shakes his head. "Great, thanks, sir."

I follow Bill out of the office and then hug him. "It's so good to have you back, Bill," I say, and he grins. "It's good to be back, sweetheart. How have you guys been?" "Well, we've been bounced back and forth. You caught on to the Heyliger thing. Other than that, not a whole lot else happened." "Ah, yes? Are you sure you're not hiding something from me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "I wouldn't know what." "You and Liebgott?" I notice myself blushing slightly. Luckily, you can't tell in this cold. "Well... Yeah. There was something," I say, and Bill laughs. "You're impossible, sweetheart," Bill grins, putting an arm around my shoulders, and we walk together to the mess hall.

After eating, I walk up to Don. "Hey," I say, and he looks up. "Hey... Well? I heard you're supposed to assist Dike this afternoon. What's up with that?" he asks directly. "It's already taken care of. Winters reversed it. But I'll tell you later. Have you guys seen Joe?" "You see that? No sooner does she have a boyfriend, and now I'm nothing. Unbelievable, really," Don protests, and Muck, Penk, and George laugh. "Okay, first of all, shut up, and second of all, you're still my number one," I say with a laugh and kiss his cheek. "Ha! Don't tell Liebgott that... Fine, fine. He went back to the barracks. Must have been knocked out from guard duty." I thank him and say goodbye to my best friends.

As I step into the barracks, I immediately spot Joe lying on his bed. "Hey," I say, and he looks up. "Hey," he returns, turning his attention to his comic book. "Haven't you read that one at least a hundred times?" I ask, sitting down next to him on the bed. He shrugs but doesn't look up. "Okay, what's wrong?" I then ask, taking the comic out of his hand.

Joe sits up, annoyed. He looks at me. "What was that about earlier? Why are you hiding things from me?" "What are you talking about?" "Your conversation with Lip. I want to know if something else is going on, okay? I made it clear to you that this isn't a game to me, Liv..." "Whoa, calm down now, Joe. I don't have anything going on with anyone else." I take his hand in mine. "I'm all in. All the way, okay?" Then I lean forward and kiss Joe on the mouth. "You and me, yeah?" "And who's taken with you now? I'll kill him, I swear!" "You're always so dramatic, Joe," I laugh. "We suspect Dike has taken a liking to me. But Winters is already on it. He wants it all reported and has his eye on it." "That WestPoint scumbag." "Don't worry; you're the only man in my life, baby. Except maybe Don, but I don't think I'll get rid of him any time soon," I laugh and kiss Joe again.

This time he's more into it and pulls me onto his lap. "Dike better keeps his hands off you," he says, putting his hands on my ass. "This one's mine." I laugh and take his face in my hands. "You're cute when you're jealous; you know that?" "Cute? Did you just call me cute?" asks Joe, playfully indignant. "You bet I did. I say, " cute, cute, cute, cute," and I kiss a spot on his face with each' cute.' Joe starts laughing and swings us both over, which makes me laugh too. He is now lying over me and looking down at me. "You're amazing," he says, kissing me passionately. We lie on his cot for a moment, making out when the door is pushed open.

Panic spreads through me, and Joe and I break away from each other as quickly as possible, but the person will have seen us anyway. How could we have been so careless? "Hey, lovebirds," Don then says, however, and I exhale in relief. "You guys are really brave or stupid, but you'd better stop the smooching now. Dike's looking for you, Liv." Annoyed, I grab my head. "Again?" Don nods. "I got here as fast as I could to warn you." I stand up and walk toward my best friend. "Thank you," I whisper, then walk out of the barracks to find Dike.