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lovelykil · 1 year ago

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Kyle x reader but its an aquarium date, BUT the aquarium has one of those events where you can spend the night in the aquarium 🤭 maybe smut??

「 Fishy Date 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; none I think kaksnhd

note; I love sharks so I projected a little on here sorry 🤷🏾‍♀️ (not) I do this a lot on my stories so 😭 anyway

"You wanna go to the aquarium for our date?"

"Yeah why not? I used to go there all the time as a kid it would be fun to visit again and relive everything." You set your phone down to look at Kyle. He leaned on his pillow looking at the open Google page to the aquarium.

He looked up at you, his expression confused.

"It smells though."

"It's an aquarium.."

"Yeah so it smells fishy." Kyle turned off his phone. You couldn't help but crack a smile, covering your mouth to giggle.

The ginger rose his eyebrow staring at you again "What's so funny?"

"You said fishy, that was corny."

"Oh– you idiot." He caught on, causing a grin to appear on his face as he ruffled your hair. You chuckled some more before going to rest your head on his chest.

He set his hand on your waist and looked down at you.

"Sooo.. aquarium then?" You smiled innocently up at him. You held your bright smile hoping to convince him, after a few seconds of him looking down at you deciding whether or not he should agree he eventually did with a sigh.

"Okay finee."

"Alright good cause I already bought us tickets."

"Oh so if I didn't say yes we still would've gone.."

"Basically."

"Dude."

"Love youu"

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When the time finally came to go to your aquarium date you guys got ready packing a sleeping bag since the aquarium you got tickets to was holding an event, to which a specific amount of people to buy the first 25 tickets would sleep over by the various sea animals.

Lucky enough you were the 10th person to buy that ticket, they were selling like hot cakes.. who knew so many people would want to sleep with smelly fish?

Once you guys got to the place you squealed, being at your childhood favorite place really brought you back. Kyle held your hand smiling down at you seeing you get excited.

You guys walked in and began your adventure.

"Oh, and this is an Epaulette shark! They live in shallow water or any tidal pool, I think this one is an adult cause of its lightish brown skin on top you see? Aren't they so cool?" You pressed your hand against the cold glass, admiring the sea creature who swam with no care in the world. Kyle joined you, pressing both of his hands against the glass.

"You know a lot about sharks babe." He spoke with a giggle. You felt your cheeks burn, you had always been a huge fan of sharks you couldn't help but be a little nerd freak when it came to those magnificent little monsters.

"I just really like them, shut up." You defended, walking away from him. After some time of him watching the shark swim back and forth he looked back, looking around to find you.

He wandered the aquarium frantically after a few minutes of not seeing you, you guys have been at the aquarium for about 2 hours now you've seen everything so he had no idea where you could gone now.

Kyle got out his phone about to dial your number when an announcement came on the speaker.

attention all parents and children, the aquarium will be now hosting our fish-tastic sleepover! Everyone with ticket 'F' will now move to floor 2, stay safe and remember to have fun.

As people moved to floor 2 it began to get crowded, people shoved the teen as he anxiously tried to look for you it was far too loud to even call you now. He cursed to himself trying to get his way through the crowd.

"Y/n! Where are you-" Kyle quickly walked into the 2nd floor, sweeping the place with his eyes hoping to find you, there were only roaming kids with their parents until he saw a familiar person, setting down their sleeping mat by the low dimmed tank that held the jellyfish at. He walked toward the person, his suspension rising to see if it was actually you or not.

"Y/n?" Kyle asked, getting closer. You took off your jacket, looking in the direction of who called your name. Once Kyle saw your face his body immediately relax, stepping toward you.

"I was looking all over for you.. I'm glad I found you." He put his hand on his chest in relief. You smirked slightly, setting down your jacket on your sleeping bag. "Awh you were worried weren't you?" You walked to him to hold his face. His cheeks redden, though you could barely see due to the area you were in.

The jellyfish corner was shrouded in darkness, creating the perfect ambiance for a peaceful slumber and a great place to watch the jellyfish gracefully glide through the water to reflect on various things.

Kyle nodded his head, feeling your hand on his cheek. You heartily smiled at your worried boyfriend going in to kiss his cheek to clear his anxiety.

"Sorry I just wanted to wander off but you found me and now we can be together and watch the jellyfish!" You let go of him to sit down. "Why did you choose this spot?" Kyle sat beside you, looking at your side. You stared at the dark tank, your eyes softened as you watched the majestic creature float around in its habitat.

"Because they look so pretty." You spoke, your eyes remaining on the tank. Kyle studied your face, you looked so memorized and lost in thought all you watched was the jellyfish.

"You look so pretty in the dimmed dark blue light.." Kyle blurted out under his breath, he was captured by your beautiful in that moment he couldn't help but compliment you.

"What'd you say?" You slowly turned your head, not hearing what the ginger mumbled. He blushed, clearing his throat. "Oh uh nothing. Yeah the jellyfish are pretty.." He nervously smiled at you. Your confused expression changed to a slight smile, you grabbed his hand to hold.

"You look so pretty here you know?" You placed a kiss on his pale skin, then looked up to see his surprised face. He rubbed his face with his free hand already starting to be in a mess.

"God sometimes you're just too much." He whispered. You giggled at your boyfriend's flustered state, crawling to him to sit in his lap.

He sighed looking up at you in his lap, you smiled down at him he couldn't help but smile back, putting his hands around your waist. You wrapped your hands around his neck going in to kiss his forehead.

"This date was fun, thank you Ky."

"You're welcome, it was fun until I lost you."

You laughed, letting go of his neck to hold his shoulders.

"Sorry! Won't happen again.. considering now I kinda want you." You rubbed his shoulders slowly, smirking. Kyle looked at you oblivious to what you were trying to imply. But after you reached under his shirt, getting close to his neck he finally realized.

"Jesus christ Y/n there's kids here-"

"So? They'll eventually learn about this shit anyway."

"Oh god."

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starboy-acer · 8 months ago

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“no grave could hold my body down. i’ll crawl home to her” [Jay Ferin x You!]

(this is the angsty one of my albatrio x you btw. i know you jay ferin fans. i know what you are. story is below the cut)

(and to my irl... if you read any of this and send me any lines from this, i will block you /slightly silly)

you wake up on the deck of the albatross. you're cold, soaking wet, and in pain. you attempt to pinpoint where the pain is coming from, but it's difficult to do. you try to push yourself up, but your ribs begin to scream in pain. you let yourself fall back down and stare up at the sky. then, you notice the loud, crowded voices of your captains.

"JAY, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" you hear chip's voice get to a level that you've never heard before. you've never heard this much anger from him. you could almost feel his emotions radiating off of him, sending waves through your body. "YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON THIS SHIP KILLED. SERIOUSLY, WE TRUST YOU TO BE LOGICAL AND RESPONSIBLE, AND THAT WAS NEITHER."

you rack your mind for what he could possibly be referencing. you assume that your injuries have something to do with this. being a barbarian, you get hurt plenty, but it's always intentional and subsides soon after you heal up. this pain was different. you could gather that you, and the crew, were severely harmed in combat. obviously, you had been taken by surprise and immediately knocked out. if you were there for the battle, you definitely would've remembered it as you like to relish in your battles.

"EVEN THEY WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SO RECKLESS, AND THAT'S LIKE, THEIR WHOLE THING." you could tell chip was talking to you and you felt jay's eyes on you. chip took a deep breath. you couldn't see what was happening, but you could tell from gillion's silence that he was comforting chip in some way.

"jay," gillion broke the tense silence. "i know that things get difficult when your family shows up, but-"

"but what, gillion?" jay interrupted, clearly sobbing from the tone of her voice. "but. what. what could you possibly say right now. i fucked up. i fucked up so bad that the literal tank of our crew got knocked out immediately. i fucked up so bad that the ship almost got completely wrecked. i fucked up SO BAD that i almost got you all KILLED. so what, gillion. but what."

you knew that jay needed someone in her corner right now. you could hear her sobbing and her voice breaking as she tried to speak. you knew that you needed to get up, push the pain aside, and be with her right now. so, you stood up. everyone looked to you as you winced loudly and grabbed the railing of the ship to keep yourself up. you looked down to where you were laying and saw a deep red puddle. you knew that was your blood, but that wasn't a new sight for you. you didn't care about how injured you were. you didn't care to seek medical aid first. you cared about jay.

"holy shit." chip said while looking at you. "you're alive?"

you looked at him and squinted in confusion. "yes, i'm alive. why would i not be alive?"

"you don't remember?" gillion asked as he walked over to try and help you stand upright. "i used the last of my healing magic just to keep you from dying. i apologize that you're still in pain."

"ah, you're fine, gill. it's not like i've never-" a searing pain rushed up your body from your ribs. they were clearly broken, shattered even. you winced and your knees buckled. gillion catches you and carefully helps you sit upright against the railing on the deck.

"dude, you need to rest. you can't do anything in this condition." chip said as he walked up and crouched beside you.

"resting won't make my ribs magically piece back together again overnight." you shoot back. you didn't want to rest, not when jay is under fire like this. "don't mind my injuries right now. i'm more focused on who the hell you think you're yelling at over here."

chip just looked back at you absolutely dumbfounded. "how long have you been laying there listening?"

"long enough to hear you screaming at jay."

jay was turned around and wiping the tears from her face. you could tell that she didn't want you to see her in this state, but you absolutely did not care. the sole reason you were even on this ship was jay ferin. you would always be in her corner. you had her back even against navy during training as kids. it was always you, kira, and jay ferin. the officers were always hard on her and her dad was the worst of them all. you earned plenty of harsh punishments over the years from standing up to the authority figures in your life when they would be anything negative to jay or kira. you were their protectors. you were the first person that jay went to when she was leaving and as soon as she said that she was leaving, you were already packed and walking out of the door with her. she is your best friend and your entire world and you would never let anyone harm her.

chip tried to explain himself before gillion interrupted and finally told you the whole story. what you remember is that while you were in allport- which is usually dangerous enough with your high bounties, but you needed supplies- jay saw kira again, and she was with faye and jayson ferin. by the time the crew found her, she was already too close to them. jayson was clearly saying something to her while kira had her hand on jay's shoulder and faye stood there listening. jayson immediately spotted the crew, but his eyes almost shot to you.

"kira, jay. your best friend is here." he said with frustration dripping off the words 'best friend'. kira's eyes widened as she stared you down. her hand dropped from jay's shoulder.

"you... you're alive?" kira said with genuine shock.

"what are you doing here, kira. what are you doing with... them." you said back, gesturing to the ferins.

"what do you MEAN what am i doing here? i'm navy. i've always been navy! you used to be navy too. you AND jay. before you just... left me."

"we didn't leave YOU. we left NAVY. and before i speak one more word, you need to decide between us and navy, ki." you used the old nickname you had for kira. as kids, jay had trouble pronouncing her 'r's, so you started calling kira by 'ki' and let jay catch on. eventually, jay's slight speech impediment went away and you did away with the nickname when you were teenagers as jayson ferin always said it sounded "childish".

kira shook her head and looked down. "don't make this hard, please. you guys could just come back and we could be us again and i wouldn't have to choose."

"choose." you stated. the words pierced kira's heart and you could tell.

"i choose navy. i've always chosen navy. it's my livelihood and i'm not going to leave it for you." kira held her head up and balled her hands into fists.

"then, i'm gonna need you to get away from jay. right now." you stepped towards jay before jayson held a hand up.

"step any further and i will not hesitate to hurt you or your crew."

"i am not scared of you. i never have been. you should know that very well, jayson."

"that is ADMIRAL ferin to you."

"hard to say that when there's so many already. navy is practically crawling with faye's spawn."

faye just looked over to you with a slight smirk. you haven't met jay's grandmother often, but when you did, you immediately got an awful vibe from her. your hatred for her has only grown over the years.

"jay, just come back over to us. you don't need to go with them!" chip called from behind you as he stepped up to stand with you.

"it's not your destiny to go with them! you're walking a better path than them." gillion stepped up beside chip.

jayson's eyes were locked on you. "you have one last chance to turn around and let me talk to MY DAUGHTER in peace. choose wisely."

you looked at chip and gillion as they nodded at you. you pulled out your battleaxe and felt your blood run hot as you entered a rage. a firey aura surrounded you and your eyes began to emit a slight glow. "i've never backed down from you, even when i was a child. and now, you're gonna feel what that old rage feels like now."

before you could even charge him, you felt a heavy weight fall on you that sent you to your knees. there was nothing above you, but it felt like a boulder was dropped on you. you heard your spine crack as pain shot up your back. then you fell to the ground.

"after you fell, we all kinda backed up. gillion wanted to fight, but i could tell that this wasn't a fight we were gonna win and told jay to come with us back to the ship. jay just... zoned out. her dad told her to attack us and she just... did. ollie picked you up and we had to fight to get jay. our crew against jay, jayson, faye, and kira was not a pretty fight at all. we nearly died, multiple times, and we only managed to get out because gillion did some mind trick on jay, picked her up, and we ran." chip said, helping gillion to bandage up your wounds. jay had already left to go have some time to herself. you wanted to go with her, but she told you to just stay there and she'll talk later.

"i cast suggestion and 'suggested' that she freeze and stop attacking." gillion added.

"yeah, that. but anyway, we ran to the ship, but they just chased us. they destroyed half of the port trying to attack our ship. they even got a couple of hits on the hull. it's not awful, but it's not good either. we have to hope that we don't run into anything before we get to edison kingdom. alphonze needs a repair too, so we're just gonna kill two birds with one stone."

"we are not killing birds." gillion shot chip a glare and you giggled slightly before wincing in pain again.

"gill, it's a metaphor. it means that we're doing two things at once."

"that makes so much more sense. i didn't want to believe that you were killing birds with stones."

after getting bandaged up, you went to the captains' quarters and took a nap to try and heal up a little, same with chip and gillion.

you woke up a good few hours later. chip and gillion seemed to have turned in for the night and were resting peacefully, but you didn't see jay. feeling significantly better, you walk onto the deck to see jay sitting against the mast. you walked to sit beside her and she stared off into the distance.

"are you okay, jaybird?" you called her by your special nickname for her. when you called her that, it basically meant 'i'm here for you, tell me anything'.

"i'm not, hawk." jay replied so quietly that it was almost a whisper. hawk was her nickname for you, similar to jaybird. she called you that because hawks are generally hostile to anything bigger than them, incredibly intelligent, strong, and they're loyal. you're just like a hawk. "i froze. i keep freezing. i shouldn't be on this ship. all i do is endanger the people on it. i keep putting everyone in danger."

"jaybird," you moved to face her head on and you grasped the sides of her face to force her to look at you. "you're not a danger. you are not the danger on this ship. we constantly get thrown into danger whether it's gillion and some weird sea creatures, chip with his whole black hole in the sea thing and trying to find his old crewmates, or it's you with the navy. or hell, US with the navy. the navy isn't fond of our crew for a hell of a lot of reasons, and you're not the main one."

"don't lie to me."

"i would never even dream of it."

jay paused for a moment. she knew that you were telling the truth, from your perspective anyway, but she didn't know what to believe. she looked down and started to cry again. you pulled her in close to you and she curled up in your lap, burying her head into your chest. you're the only person she's ever been so vulnerable with. you're the only person she can consistently trust, and she knows that.

you began to caress her hair, twirling strands around in your hands. you felt your heart squeeze, but it wasn't any pain. you had long pushed aside your feelings for jay because you believed that it would cause tensions or conflicts in your further adventures, but as you watched her sob into your arms with the moon beautifully highlighting her orange hair and her face glistening with tears, you knew you had to tell her.

"jaybird, i have to tell you something." you started and jay just slightly looked up at you. "i... fuck, i don't know how to say this. basically, i have some... feelings for you."

"wait, you do?" jay sat up, genuinely confused. "how?"

"what do you mean?"

"how could you like someone like me?"

you scoffed. "well, for starters, we've been friends for years and years. we grew up together. i've watched you go from a scared kid under navy's boots to an absolutely gorgeous, strong, powerful woman. you're a damn good shot and everytime i watch you fight, i just admire you even more. we've gone from me protecting you all the time to fighting together and protecting each other. you're also just so so gorgeous. i love how the color of your hair complements your skin tone and your blue eyes. when you fight, your hair gets all disheveled and falls in your face and it just makes you look intimidating and... i don't know, it just does something to me." you kind of laugh at that last part because you didn't intend to say that, it's just what you were thinking.

jay stares at you, jaw agape, as her eyes widened. you look back at her as your heart races. you don't know what she's going to say at all. except, she doesn't say anything. she just leans over and kisses you. instinctively, you wrap your arms around her waist as she sits in your lap. she runs her hands through your hair and pulls away.

"so... that's probably good, right?"

"yes, idiot." she smiled as she kissed you again. she kissed you like she had been waiting her entire life to do so. she kissed you with such desperation and passion that you were convinced she has had feelings for you for a very long time, maybe even longer than you have for her.

you both decide that it's time to get some real rest and head into the captains' quarters. gillion was asleep in his barrel while chip was asleep in his bed right beside the barrel. instead of going to your bed, you decide to curl up with jay in hers. you were both turned to face each other. you played with jay's hair, occasionally kissing all over her face, while she made sure she was as close to you as she possibly could be. it didn't take long for you both to fall asleep. you dreamed of her and, of course, she dreamed of you.

"wait, so," chip looked at jay with a confused face, clearly about to say something incredibly stupid. "anastasia. what's all that with her. like the romantic dancing and stuff."

you looked over at jay, feeding into the stupidity. "i was charmed! i also happened to be very nervous about asking you to dance!" she looked at you while she talked.

"hmm," chip and gillion looked at each other and nodded like they were agreeing with each other. chip finally spoke up. "me personally, i wouldn't take that. would you, gill?"

gillion shook his head "absolutely not!"

"okay well gillion, you don't like women. chip, women don't like you. i am not taking girlfriend advice from two men who don't get bitches."

chip and gillion dramatically clutched their chests as they pretended to be hurt before jay actually threw a stone at both of them, causing them to fall over.

"WE'RE NOT KILLING THE BIRDS WITH STONES, THE BIRDS ARE KILLING US!" gillion yelled out, referring to jay as 'the birds'.

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seldomscilence16 · 1 year ago

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Whumptober day 9:

"Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days."

Polaroid | mistaken identity | "you're a liar."

Fandom: Sanders Sides (AU)

Prompts used: all

Oof this one took some creativity I didn't have lol, so pardon the names used. But welcome to Sanders sides superhero au, or rather, the aftermath of one.

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Virgil's early years were an amalgamation of too many things. He gets anxious just thinking about it, a past only a select few even knew about. Virgil's eyes glance over to his mantle- and what a world it is for him to have a fireplace mantle- where a picture frame sits face down. Some days he can look upon it with nostalgia and a small smile, other days he can't see the faces, only the things they'd had to do.

He'd spent the last several years doing everything he hadn't been able to do then. Online classes galore, a normal job, a house, things so mundane and yet so freeing. He has a service cat- Ide is the only service cat he's ever heard of but she's special in more than one way so he supposes that makes sense- that helps him out in the day to day, to keep him from getting too overwhelmed.

He's been doing good recently too. He can answer Patton's weekly phone calls on the second ring with minimal heart palpitations, and he'd even been considering going to their next meet up.

He could already tell he'd never let himself live this down if he made it out.

He'd decided to go out for coffee, there was a deal going on and it was spooky season and Virgil had woken up feeling okay. He'd get his coffee, take Patton's call when it came, and get some work done, it would be a good day. He should really know better than to jinx himself like that.

He hadn't even made it to the coffee shop, had felt a shiver up his spine, couldn't even react before his head exploded with pain and his world dimmed. He thinks he sees Ide run off, hopes she's okay, before he can think of nothing at all.

When Virgil was a kid- and that's what they were, they were kids- he and five other of the neighborhood children had been out late one night. Virgil hadn't really chosen to come, had been kicked out and dragged along by Remus, ever excited to explore in the dark. It had happened like a movie really, some bright light, a crash, the whole dramatic speech from some being from another planet- an Alien named Thomas of all things, though maybe that's just what it sounded like to their ears.

Exposure to the crash had of course granted them powers. Powers they were expected to use to defend Earth again the foes that had followed Thomas. Virgil thinks the cosmic forces at play made the wrong choice, at least with him, but definitely for choosing kids. Still, for whatever reason, seeing the others put themselves in danger had stirred him the wrong way. He'd ended up fighting alongside them, it was rough but they'd somehow managed to survive.

So why, after several years of no longer being some stinken 'super hero' and living a semi-normal life, is he being kidnapped!?

"I see you're awake. Took you long enough, Sandine."

Ah… well frack. How the hell did this guy mix up Virgil with Thomas, Virgil is a complete mess.

"Yes, I know who you are. You and your team may have disappeared, but the impact you made stayed, I haven't forgotten what you've done. And now, finally, I can make you pay!"

Virgil almost wants to laugh, how ironic, the guy who fought only because he wanted to protect the others, is captured in place of one of them. What a world Virgil lives in.

"I'm sure you're wondering how I figured it out."

Damn, this dude had no idea how to do the villain thing, maybe Virgil is on a hidden camera show… one where head trauma is okay… so just an ameteur, Virgil could work with that, maybe.

The guy begins to pace in front of the tank he'd put Virgil in- one he can only assume has adtonium in it to keep his powers at bay- gearing up for a long speech. Virgil squirms in his binding, robe burn be damned, as he glares in the general direction of his kidnapper,

"You see, you all were not nearly as secretive as you thought! My uncle, a mere henchmen, was able to capture this photo!" He produces an actual polaroid from his person, wrinkled from years of handling, and though Virgil can't see it super clear through the tank, the costumes on the three figures are familiar, "You were stupid enough to remove your masks, and now, I have you. The great Sandine, captured at last, with no little team to save you. Your life will end, your powers will be mine, and those who oppose me will fall one by one!" His laugh is too pitchy, his speech boring, but Virgil is a little impressed. To find, capture, and contain one of them is a feat, and to supposedly have the technology to steal a power, well it's intriguing at least.

But he wont be getting the powers he thinks, and this guy will not be able to handle them in the slightest. But to do that, this guy needed to be convinced that Virgil was Thomas, so he should probably say something quippy and heroic…

"You're laugh sucks." Well… that was something at least.

"I'm telling you Logan, he hasn't missed a call in ages!" Patton paces in the kitchen, piles upon piles of cookies filling the counters, phone pressed between shoulder and ear.

"Patton, if you worry any more I will have to assume you are Virgil."

"This is not a joking matter Logan, but good job." He turns to place another tray down to cool when he sees something at his window, "uh… Logan, remind me, am I allergic to all cats or are alien ones an exception?" He squints, trying to see familiar markings.

"You know we have only met one alien animal, Patton so the results are inconclusive. However Ide was an exception, yes, why do you ask?"

"Because Ide is at my window, without Virgil, and something is definitely wrong!" He rushes to said window, throwing it open as Ide limps his way through, nerves twist his gut up like only a friend in danger can as the cat meows loudly. "Logan. Call the others." There's no room for argument in Patton's voice as he hangs up, something happened to Virgil.

"Just a few more adjustments and we'll test this baby out!"

"Wow, how embarrassing for you."

"Stop that! Gah, how the press thought you were an angel with that much snark I'll never know!"

"You just bring out the worst in me."

Virgil's wrists ache something terrible, rope having cut into skin at this point and he supposes he should be glad his jacket was taken from him before all this lest it be ruined now. He's eyeing the cliche laser gun above him, then the little drains in the floor and wondering idly if he expects a mess or if they'll be draining into his tank rather than out.

"Soon, I'll know the secrets of the galaxy, and you'll be dust beneath my boots!"

Wow, this guy thought Thomas knew everything? He'd be flattered sure, but he was far from omnipotent. And Virgil questions everything, even the things that don't need to be questioned!

"You want to know stuff? Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days. There's always something more, something lurking, if you knew everything your head would literally explode, and you're not allowed to do that without The Duke here."

"You're a liar, you just want to keep everything to yourself!"

Virgil could correct him, after all Janus was the one with the whole lying schtick. Had to do with his powers and stuff of course, but even before that he was known to lie in stressful situations. His defense as it was, and one that Virgil had taken too long to realize.

"It doesn't matter anyway, it's ready, say goodbye Sandine!"

The lazer lights up as bubbling liquid fills in from below and he hates when he's right, his struggles renew as he finally lets his panic, well panic. The feeling he'd been ignoring, that emptiness that had been dragging him down, is ten times worse now- except… It's fading now. That idiot, did he… turn off the thing keeping his powers at bay?

"You want my powers?" Virgil's wrists finally slide free, smeared with red, purple and black mist swirls around him for the first time in a long time, "Here ya go."

"Wait. That's not-"

The lazer goes off, the liquid makes his feet slip, the tank explodes as his powers fill the room with his scream of agony. Trying desperately to find the threat, unable to flee, searching for what to fight, the man screams in terror, but Virgil barely hears it over his own. The machine ignites in a fiery mess, the lazer dying out, but as Virgil slumps his powers stutter.

The man lifts shaking hands, wild eyes flitting around the room, the gun in his hand goes off and Virgil's powers shrink until they fold into that place within him, pounding against an invisible wall, the emptiness returns tenfold and with no resistance drags him down. His ankles, still tied to the chair, twist uncomfortable as the thing tumbles sideways with him. The bubbling liquid burns but he can't seem to move, a glow has his eyes lowering, and there, embedded in his shoulder, just barely above his heart, is the gray space stone adtonium.

Huh… guess this is how it goes down. Nothing to hear but the mad ramblings of an unstable villain wannabe, skin burning, chest aching, and powers locked away, alone.

At least it wasn't Thomas… or any of the others…

"Virgil! Is he okay!?"

"M'fine."

"What a shitshow, Nightmare."

"Everything will be dreadful soon, Vee. We won't be handling the rest, so do worry."

"Mkay… 'ake a nap now…"

"Virgil don't you dare!"

"Just hang in there buddy!"

"We'll get you home safe stormcloud."

"Please remain still Virgil, this will only hurt for a moment."

"Falsehood." Virgil's eyes close, he yells at the yanking, and the sudden burst of powers freed, and thinks this was a positively dreadful day.

But it could have been worse.

#whumptober 2023 #no.9 #learning everything aint what it seems thats the thing about these days #lyric #polaroid #mistaken identity #“youre a liar.”#sanders sides #fic #torture tw #virgil angst #super hero au #ish #virgils pet spider is a cat names Ide #an alien cat #:)

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canofspooks · 1 year ago

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Phantom Goes Cross-Country (Chapter 1)

Summary: After Danny's life goes downhill, his friends save the day with a roadtrip. Maybe all he needs is to get out of Amity for a while.

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Only a few hours away from Amity Park, and Danny already felt the relief sinking into his bones as he leaned out the window of the car. Without the haze of ectoplasmic mist, he could see dozens more stars dotting the night sky. It was silly, wasn't it? All this time, he could've taken a bus over to the next town and seen just as much of a difference in scenery.

But he hadn't - hence the part where he was getting "kidnapped" by his friends from highschool on an impromptu road trip.

He glanced over at Sam asleep in the back seat. How she managed to pass out in her elaborate outfit was beyond him. It felt like her boots went on forever, only to be continued on by the leather pants that couldn't have been comfortable to sleep in. She had more belts than he thought necessary, and a black tank top adorned with a completely unnecessary amount of chain jewelry.

It was a lazy outfit by Sam's standards, she told him when they first picked him up. Danny's idea of "lazy" involved a t-shirt and shorts - what Sam had rolled up in was mildly motivated at least.

By comparison, he and Tucker were in rags. Tucker was a hipster and wore it on his sleeve, and Danny had rolled out of bed, thrown a hoodie on, and called it a day. It was on-par with what one would expect from a couple of guys in their 20's, and Danny was happy to be a stereotype.

"Is the beanie glued on your head, or…" Danny teased.

Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Says the guy still wearing a hoodie he got in middle school."

"Touché."

With the silence already broken, Tucker's shoulders relaxed. He kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and hands grabbing the steering wheel with a death grip, but Danny had seen his friend have the same frightened rabbit posture back when they were first learning to drive. Turns out not much had changed in that time.

"So… what'd you finally decide to do about the ghosts?" Tucker asked.

"I called in a favor with Vlad Masters. He owes me one."

That was a bit of an understatement. What hadn't he done to prepare? With only a couple days' notice about this little reunion trip, Danny had been in overdrive for the last 72 hours. He'd gotten his vacation days in order, done a little mild threatening to make sure his coworkers would actually come to their shifts, called Vlad for the first time in ages to beg the man to keep an eye on Amity, and tipped off the G.I.W. to make sure they'd be on-alert for anything in the next few weeks. And really, he wouldn't be gone long, so what was the worst that could happen?

"Are you still cool with him, or did he go back to being an evil fuck the minute you turned 18?"

Danny leaned back in his seat and looked up at the ceiling. How the hell did they get so many stains on the ceiling of the car, but none on the seats?

"Nah, he's…" and Danny hated to admit this, "he's actually pretty chill now. I think he's just lonely - I should try to hook him up with somebody when I get back, if only so he stops bugging me."

"Bugging you in like a horny way or…?"

"Bugging me in an 'old, weird rich grandma who keeps offering to pay for my top surgery' way. The dude motherhens hard if I drop even a pound. It's fucking annoying. He should get his own kid to worry about."

"I will take one for the team and let Vlad be my sugar daddy, if you won't."

Danny gagged. "Tucker, that is the worst thing you've ever said. I'd rather you joke about my parents."

Between fits of laughter that left him light-headed, Danny realized it didn't hurt as much to mention them. The context was silly, sure, but even jokes always left him with a sour taste in his mouth and a pit in his stomach. Now? Nothing.

Maybe this trip was already starting to do some good.

"Don't tempt me. I've had five years to think of every possible dark joke and I will lay it out on you right now if you're not careful." Tucker warned, shooting a playful glare over at Danny for just a moment. Enough to qualify as "dangerous" in Tucker's eye, probably. That was progress.

"Since when were you such an edgelord?"

"Oh, like I didn't pick up a thing or two from goth-zilla… and Sam."

"Dude, you know I haven't fucked with that stuff since middle school."

"Once a goth-zilla, always a goth-zilla."

"Pull over so I can beat the shit out of you." Danny jiggled the door handle, just to get Tucker worried. Not like he was going to jump out of the moving car. He could - Phantom had done it plenty of times - but Danny was too lazy to fly around right now.

"Whatever, man. I'm not pulling over until we need to fill up on gas. You can fight me at the next gas station."

#danny phantom #spooks reign of terror #yes this is a continuation of the not-quite-ghost zone AU fics #but i'm hoping it's gonna be decent even w/out that context #realized only after posting this that there's still 'campfire' and 'post-reveal' to go #which shed a lot more light on what happened #eh. again. this is meant to be standalone so hopefully it doesn't matter

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strixa · 5 years ago

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On the TBTP-relistening Discord chat, I was asked by the wonderful and brillilant @surely-you-jess to try to answer this question:

[T]he one theme I love in Tanis and TBTP is the protagonist dying for a deeper world of demons, supernatural horrors, mystery, etc., but also being terrified if it were real. I love that dichotomy so much in both Alex and Nic and I’d love your take on developing further.

I’ll be honest: I don’t know if I can do this. And the reason why probably is at the heart of why I’m both Team Strand and cheering for Alex to be a BAMF.

These things-- demons, supernatural horror, what’s vaguely defined as “occult”-- don’t scare me.

I mean, they’re scary, yes, in the sense that they can be dangerous, but human beings are both terrifying and dangerous, too. Flying in an airplane is dangerous. The fact that humanity has smallpox stored in a vault in the Center for Disease Control is outright horrifying. But it is exactly for that reason our responses should not be panic. Do you let the fear of a car wreck prevent you from ever traveling? Of course not. Most of us buckle our seatbelts, get insurance, and drive defensively.

We must face our fears, or be ruled by them. This is the theme of The Black Tapes Podcast.

Marie Curie provides adequate perspective here:

“Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.”

Compare this to Strand in 211:

“[The Gospel of Thomas] describes how it is knowledge, rather than faith, that grants salvation, which constitutes eternal rest, describing ignorance as a nightmare.”

When Richard Strand maintains that he created the Strand Institute to continue his father’s work, I suspect what he meant is that he, like his father, wants to free humanity from its fear of the unknown. I don’t think he wants to take away our fears-- he strikes me as sensible enough to understand that fear is necessary to our survival. He just wants to show us that most things we fear, when we see them for what they are, can be overcome.

People bitch all the time that Strand doesn’t show empathy or compassion, but I go back to the Strand Institute letters, and I do hear a man capable of compassion. What he doesn’t offer to Maria Rodriguez or Robert Torres, though, is pity, or telling them what they want to hear (like Alex does). Neither of those things will help them, and the first is outright insulting.

That’s one of the many reasons why I mostly don’t get supernatural horror-type entertainment. Sure, there are ghosts and spirits everywhere, including demons. Why should that be frightening? Why do we need to have an exterminator mentality: “Ghosts in my house! OMGWTFBBQ221111!!!!1eleventy CALL AN EXORCIST!” when it can just be, “Look, just don’t sneak up on people or break shit, and stay out of the bathroom when my kid is in there, but you’ve got the run of the place, and let me know if you need something.”

I suppose it’s frightening if you believe as Clara Simone and Alex do, hemmed in by Christian hegemony: that’s it’s humanity’s world, that it was made for and given to us, because we’re the special beings chosen by its creator. But is leaving that belief behind such a terrible thing? Are we so greedy that we can’t share the universe with innumerable other entities?

I don’t know if it’s canon, but early in the TBTP universe, Alex interviewed Aaron Mahnke, the creator of Lore (and the even better show, Unobscured; I left Lore for Unobscured quite awhile ago). I can’t quite find the point exactly where it was mentioned, but they both talked about how fear of demonic possession can be a stand-in for fear of loss of control. I suspect at the heart of Alex’s fear of demons (she also seems to have a mild blood/injection fear) might just be a fear that, as a matter of fact, the world as she’s taken for granted isn’t what she thinks it is. That there might actually be things she doesn’t know, can’t explain...

That she might be capable of things she thought impossible.

That’s honestly terrifying, when you think of it. I��ve mentioned on my blog elsewhere, but the idea that you’re actually in control of your life is rarely a pleasant one. “The devil made me do it” is a surrender of agency, an excuse. If you’re in charge of your life, that means you actually have to fix the shit you broke, be it yourself, an object, a relationship (Alex, and her friendships with Nic and Strand), or a family (Strands, both pére and fils).

Strand has to do this, too, of course-- the entire workings with DaivaCorp (DaevaCorp? Whatever. Thomas Warren’s Project for World Domination.) and it being wrapped up with a supposed “family ability” that got him singled out and that he may have been denying for years means that, sure, his paradigm is broken, too. But the existence of his black tape collection indicates he knew something like this was on the horizon anyway. He was already fixing his shit, however he knew how. Alex, on the other hand, had to confront her own misconceptions and fears, fast and out of nowhere.

And that? That, my friends, is fucking overwhelming.

And it’s why I think Alex’s personal drama, Alex’s struggle against her own fears, is the most compelling story of TBTP. It’s why this podcast is Alex’s story, not Strand’s. It’s honestly why I don’t want to believe Strand is a Big Bad: because early on, he sees that in Alex, and that’s why he likes her.

Give ‘em Hell, Alex.

@surely-you-jess, does this answer you?

#literally or figuratively #witch's choice!#tbtp #the black tapes #the black tapes podcast #tbtp meta #tbtp themes #Alex Reagan #i know everyone here ships her with everyone else but i honestly just want her to punch a monster #or do that thing where she rolls over Amalia's back and spin kicks Thomas Warren in the head #preferably both #Richard Strand #how thou art fallen from heaven o son of the morning #Howard Strand #dude you couldn't have just tanked for your kid? like the way he's been tanking for his entire family? couldn't try? ugh.#Thomas Warren #we're also assuming he's a big bad here because he's been manipulating Strand but maybe not maybe he's just driven and playing the odds #DaevaCorp #DaivaCorp #because Thomas Warren's Demigod Breeding Program was too long and didn't make a handy acronym #Strand family values #*shudder*

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brickstick3000 · 2 years ago

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Request: [could u write nsfw top eddie Munson x sub best friend male reader?... the reader and Eddie are just talking when the reader tells eddie hes a virgin and Eddie says he can help him with that. The reader jokes around saying he doesn’t need help and Eddie pulls his hair to start it off]

●Very, very raunchy ;). Hope you enjoy, @wooooweee ●

❧✎I Could Teach You a Thing, or Two

Dom!Eddie Munson/ Sub!male reader

CW: ⚠️18+ | Minors DNI⚠️

"So you're mum's outta town?" Eddie chimed, tucking his hands into trouser pockets. The bustling crowd dispersed around them; kids rushing home for the weekend or groups of your classic high school cliques making plans for the days ahead.

"Yeah, for a week." Y/n nodded back, throwing his head back as the spring heat beat against his skin. Probably wasn't the smartest idea to come dressed in winter clothes, he grumbled to himself, stripping off his jacket so that the breeze would cool his arms.

"Jesus, Eddie. Dude, when the fuck are you gonna get out of this place?" Y/n couldn't help but be grumpy- it was so lame having to wait for his best friend to finish a full day of school before they could meet up. Not to mention the man couldn't stop going on about school work. He always had an earful of complaints.

"Hey, where did that come from?" Eddie pouted- forever theatrical. "I'm trying my best, okay? Besides... you'd be glad to know that I aced my drama test today." His grin lit up the street something bright as the two of them waltzed toward Y/n's house. Taking a swig of his soda, the graduate took out his keys and welcomed Eddie into the home.

"Well congrats, buddy. Now try doing that for your finals." His sarcasm was blatant. 'Blatantly annoying.' Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Have a seat. I'm just gonna take a piss." Y/n would say before locking the door and leaving to the bathroom.

Soon, Munson was taking a drink from Y/n's can, left invitingly on the coffee table. Finally, something refreshing. The heat outside was unlike any other in Hawkins history, and Eddie, with his need for a fashion statement, was hoping the wave would soon pass, so he could be back in action with all that heavy duty metal shit.

Just like Y/n had, Munson peeled off his leather jacket and flung it over the sofa.

When Y/n returned, he was lying longways across the couch.

"Back." He chirped, having returned with a much more fitting outfit: some worn tank top featuring one of their favourite bands' insignia, and a pair of flimsy sports shorts.

Eddie peeped over the settee to take a look...

Yeah, that was pretty hot.

Not the attire per se. A much nice sight was the way Y/n's thighs flexed beneath the blue fabric and how his broad shoulders rippled with the swing of each arm.

'Ok, L/n. Don't get me all excited, Jesus.' Eddie wasn't exactly known for being swooned by others, especially when it came to men (or atleast he hoped not.) But it was always there. When Y/n was there. And he thanked God no one had said anything about it.

Y/n took a seat by the Eddie's feet- forcing his trainers down to make room for himself. And forcing them down with a pair of toned biceps that pulsed ever so slightly with that nudge. Well, he was asking for it now. Tugging on heart strings that shouldn't be played with (though Y/n had been fucking Eddie up for years now.)

"Sorry, big boy. Is your mamma gonna get all worked up by a mud stain?" Eddie smirked, pulling himself back up with his pure abdominal strength; Y/n had always pondered where his friend could have gotten abs. All the man did was smoke weed in his uncle's caravan and play fantasy games with a group of slobs.

"Yeah actually, she probably would." Came the chuckle Y/n often had when in Munson's company. It was nice- knowing that someone had a quirk kept for only his ears.

Eddie decided he wanted to test some waters that day. By then, the two were very much acquainted with one another- knowing their habits, and anticipating them, as if by instinct. But there was a nervousness in Y/n's posture that Eddie couldn't let go unnoticed.

"Sorry Ms. L/n. My deepest regrets. I promise to never dirty your home again. Allow me to removes these shoes before they get out of control." Y/n snorted, snatching his drink back from Eddie before he could then go and spill it everywhere.

"What? Are they alive or something?"

"Yeah, I gotta keep 'em on a leash. Urh- hey! Down, dog, down!" He howled, wrestling with the trainer before kicking it across the room.

"Actually what the fuck am I watching right now?" Y/n couldn't help but wheeze through laughter. How absolutely ridiculous Eddie could be... though it seemed there was some hope for his graduation; especially with that level of acting skill.

As the chuckles died down, Munson leaned backwards, spreading his arms out along the sofa.

"So, L/n. How ya been? Been seeing any, urm, women out in the vast world of Hawkins?" His head swizzled around and thick eyebrows wiggled slightly at his companion.

"Well yeah, actually..." Munson's forehead crinkled in interest. "I suppose I've seen a few girls, you know, living in our town, yeah." Y/n quipped back.

"Oh whatever, big boy, you know what I meant." He muttered, rolling his eyes before he slipped a hand into his back trouser pocket. The cigarette packet jostled around before Y/n's eyes in invitation, but he quickly shut Eddie down.

"Ah- if you're gonna smoke, do it out the window."

"Ugh, fine." Another frustration added to the mix: so many rules under one house. How could anyone live like that?!

In reluctance, Munson hopped off the couch, and made the trek to L/n's window, swaying his hips like it was no one's business. But that 'swaying' had an intruder. Y/n oggled shamefully at the short performance, intrigued by that deliciously small waist---

Munson interrupted.

"Well then? Don't avoid the question, honey." His tongue clicked in time with the lighter's flame as it flickered to life and his long fingers guided fire to cig.

Pondering what he could possibly say next, Y/n hunched over himself. Something strange was happening and he couldn't figure out what, or why. But that strange thing had his legs tensing up and squeezing close.

"Already told you, Munson. I ain't lookin' for anyone."

Eddie frowned, removing the fag from his lips and directing the fumes outside. Y/n held an expression that couldn't be misread.

Spinning on his heel, Eddie leant back against the window pane, staring his friend down.

"You don't even wanna, you know, fuck and duck? Have a one off thing? Come on man, you're twenty now. Life's all about sex and- and parties!"

"Says the guy who plays with children for fun." Y/n couldn't help but blush at being made fun of for his lack of 'game'. It wasn't his fault. Just---

'Ugh, Munson, you wouldn't understand.'

"Nu-uh. That's a lifestyle, my friend. Plus. I still have hook-ups on the side, but you're here cooped up in some boring ol' job and playing mommy's favourite boy." Taking another drag from his cigarette, Eddie huffed in frustration. All he wanted was for Y/n to enjoy himself. Kick back a little, just like he himself always did. He really just wanted to enjoy Y/n for himself. "If you don't get yourself out there soon, I might start to believe you're a virgin or something." Eddie turned back around to lean out the window and scoffed. No chance Y/n would let that slide. It was the general consensus his friend had plenty of girls back in high school, and plenty of girls meant plenty of getting it on.

But Y/n remained silent.

'What...'

The hell did that mean?

Completely bewildered, Eddie shot a glance over his shoulder; Y/n had his head hung over bare knees, squeezing tight against eachother.

"Urm, L/n?" His eyes were basically spasmming out at that point with how much he was blinking. Absolutely no way.

"You're fucking with me, right? Yeah, no you definitely are. Stop being a dick." Munson snorted, feeling relief wash over him before going to smoke again.

"No. It's true..." Y/n finally got the words out, sighing in frustration as he flopped backwards. How humiliating. How could his best friend look him in the eyes now without ruthlessly digging into him about that shit?

"Dude? What the fuck." Eddie stubbed out his cigarette and flicked it into the street.

"I know. Don't rub it in." He groaned into his arm- blocking Munson from view to avoid eye contact.

"Wait. Then what happened with Delilah? And... and Marie? You told me you guys fucked!" Dramatically again, Eddie flailed his arms about and crashed right beside Y/n.

"Yeah well- I lied. So what?" He poured in shame, clearly having given up on everything to do with relationships by that point and completely fed up with the topic.

Pursing he lips, Munson continued frowning in thought. "You don't have to lie to seem cool, Y/(nickname)."

"I know, I know... My bad." The other huffed, finally removing his arm. "It's just that... I knew you'd already done it, and at the time it was like some huge thing for us. I didn't wanna let you down."

"I think it would be a bit weird if I was disappointed." He chuckled, averting his to the patterns of his jeans.

But then all the crinkles at his eye smoothed out and Eddie's tone lost it's character. "But I'm a little pissed."

"Seriously?" Y/n muttered, worrying a swollen lip between his teeth as his eyes flicked toward Munson's.

"You did lie to your one and only friend of the time. Kind of a dick move, if you ask me."

"Man, I'm sorry, alright. You can't blame me for wanting to impress that one and only friend." Y/n's posture was completely shifted. It was rare for them to get into arguments... especially ones instigated by Eddie. That man was never angry. Ever. And now, being in unchartered territory, Y/n was begging for forgiveness.

"Yeah, well I don't know... considering how hopeless your love life is seeming, L/n, maybe you should get some help in 'un-virgin-ing' yourself."

"Now that's just rude-"

"Really? Worse than lying to me?" Wow. He really just went there, the fucker.

Now they were stuck in a glaring match. Y/n's blood was boiling, but at the same time he couldn't truly be angry; his frustration was being fueled by something more. A lot more obscene and objectively sinful.

And though Eddie continued glaring, this is exactly where he wanted Y/n to be. Close like this, and obviously very flustered. Their faces so close that it had Y/n questioning every moral decision and sexual thought he'd ever had.

Munson couldn't wait to ruin him.

With a fist full of Y/n's hair, Eddie smashed their lips together, instantly hit with a wave of heat. His friend felt steaming hot- a distant smell of sweat worming it's way from under Y/n's shirt into his nostrils. Munson was pushing his tongue past their lips...

Y/n wouldn't push away. In fact, he was infatuated by all this newness. Eddie was amazing with his mouth, and Eddie's tobacco stained tongue could do things that he never would have imagined, and all these feelings and weird twitches today. They were making sense (but he wished they wouldn't.) With his hands clenched instinctively near the boner he had working itself up, Y/n began to move along with Eddie's lips.

The kiss became a little less intense once Eddie's grip (a thing Y/n was growing to enjoy) loosened up, and his mouth broke into a grin. Holding him close for a moment longer, Munson huffed and pulled away.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

"I've been kissed before, dick face."

"Yeah, but not that good though." Eddie sniffed proudly, watching carefully the fuzz of thoughts behind Y/n's eyes.

With his breathing harsh and hoarse (as was expected of an amateur) Y/n took initiative, completely through with being teased and restrained.

Their mouths rejoiced, now passionately moulding and sighing into the moment once Y/n's awkward posture had relaxed and he was slumping forward. Eddie's hand had slipped lower- thumb soon hooked inside the waist band of those blue shorts. The other hand was quickly approaching Y/n's fists.

He slipped under them, releasing the pressure from Y/n's cock. A pressure the latter hadn't even noticed before he was letting out a disgustingly erotic moan.

"Oh God, Eddie, we shouldn't be doing this." He sighed into the man's mouth, almost pulling away before Munson kissed him again. Everything was catching up: all the worst bits; everything that could go wrong. And how wrong everything was.

"Why not? I told you I'd help." Rubbing up the bicep and muscular forearm that Munson had fixated himself on, Eddie continued to pull Y/n in with his lips. It was addictive. Difficult to resist.

"That's what friends do, Y/(nickname). They help eachother. Don't you want it?"

And luckily, Y/n wasn't an idiot. Far from it, because as soon as his friend had said 'don't you want it?' Y/n knew that 'it' was him.

"I'm... I need it." The rejection ceased and Eddie's face darkened again into a shade of lust unseen before. Y/n let go of everything that society begged him to conform to.

Eddie guided Y/n's wrist behind him as they folded backward, soon parallel to the couch. Tongues swirled. Teeth tugged.

Obsessed with eachother.

In a swift and skilled motion, Eddie slid Y/n's tank top off, feeling up the plane of his chest and wrapping his hands around the other's neck.

"You too," Y/n breathed out, sliding a pair of feverish hands low and beneath the flimsy fabric.

'Oh? You've changed mood,' Eddie chuckled to himself, before also ridding himself of a shirt.

Topless now, their sweat ridden skin slid over one another, moulding perfectly as Eddie sat upright. His swelling lips took place on Y/n's- suckling at the bump that bobbed with a gulp, and licking heated strips over the skin.

"Eddie, not too fast." Y/n barely whimpered out, trying hard to conceal any stray moans. If he completely let go, Y/n feared that there was no coming back. The absolute embarrassment that would be made of him, goodness.

Having sex, with a man especially, was so much more intimate than he could ever have imagined.

"Not fast doesn't mean soft... you still okay going rough?" Munson hummed into the other's throat, earning another strangled gasp.

"Yes." He rasped, staring into the ceiling with eyes that had long glazed over.

Eddie's softly sliding palms changed course, switching from Y/n's lower back to a much firmer position at ass.

"You smell real good, Y/(nickname), god damn." Munson's fists squeezed tight, flexing muscles all the way up his forearmsas their hips rolled.

"Ahk-" a harsh choke echoed into the room before Y/n found himself panting for air.

"You alright?" Eddie murmured, meeting the other's eyes and their foreheads collided in Y/n's exhaustion.

"Keep going, Eds..."

Gazing up one last time, Eddie stopped holding back, starting up a rough grind and slipping his fingers down into Y/n's shorts. The other arm was pulled out, sliding up Y/n's chest and dragging its nails through his fine hairs.

"You'll have to suck 'em for me, Y/(nickname)." Their breathing clashed in erratic beats- panting onset like it would do for a pair of dehydrated dogs. Eddie's hair stuck to his neck with sweat.

"Open wide," Y/n's lips fell apart, compliant--- "That's my good boy." The metal slipped through swollen lips, and Y/n welcomed it, grit and all.

Once he'd finished the swirling and sucking of his tongue against that earthy skin, Eddie's hand was pulled away. His fingers were tingling excitedly under all that saliva- Y/n's moans had numbed them to the core and Munson found it hard keeping control of them.

Gradually, with their bodies still rocking back and forth, and Y/n's huffing never having ceased, Eddie pushed his fingers into the unknown. Reaching the throbbing skin of his friend's entrance, Eddie began sliding the tip inside.

That got his partner in a fucking mess.

Whining and writhing and they weren't anywhere near the main event.

"Are you gonna be able to stay still, L/n? Or do I have to tie you up?" He huffed, trying to joke around to ease Y/n's ridiculous amount of arousal. But he'd only made it worse.

"Fuck. Yes, tie me up, Eds. I... I don't even care anymore."

'Oh my God. He can't be serious?'

Though Eddie had stopped his rutting, Y/n's hips were relentless, and the string of profanities leaving his lips were absurdly vile.

Eddie thought it was hot as hell.

Focussing all the attention on his best friend, Munson pushed the remainder of his finger inside, prying this disgustingly long and guttural moan from Y/n's chest.

Munson was quick to start moving. Anticipating. He needed to hear more of those wonderful cries, knowing full well that Y/n didn't care for going slow anymore.

"There you go, baby. Keep going like that. Feels real good, doesn't it."

Another mumbled groan, or a word even. Eddie couldn't decipher it, but he slipped a second digit in, nonetheless, stretching Y/n's still terribly tight hole just that inch further.

The man was loving every bit.

"Eddie, I... I-I'm ready. Oh god, no- ah. No don't stop. Please, God!"

"Which one is it?" Eddie chuckled through his grunt, already feeling the worst part of restraint settling in. The hardness between his thighs felt like it were about to fall off with how much hornier he was becoming.

"Your dick! Oh, fuck-" Y/n hissed through his jolts just before Eddie was slipping out. "Mm, p-please." He'd sob as though his life depended on it.

"Okay, okay, hold on, Y/n. I-I've gotta get it out-"

Fumbling with his belt, Eddie pushed their bodies afloat so that his boxers and pants could slide off faster. His cock, throbbing uncomfortably large, sprung to life and slapped the dew coagulating at his navel.

Y/n was already rid of his shorts and everything else, now propped upright with a lewd arch to his back as Munson groped his ass again. The sigh of relief that came as soon as Y/n's warmth slid over him could only be described as perfect.

Finally, some contact. And already, as a hot tear dripped from his eye, Y/n was rocking again. Weaker now, but whining for more.

'Wasn't that more than enough?'

He hadn't stretched Y/n nearly enough, but the virgin was crying like he felt nothing at all. Munson had had it with this shit.

"You want more, L/n? I'll fuckin' give you more."

Munson was a man of his word: flipping them around and forcing Y/n on all fours.

The first thrust sent his partner reeling; Y/n's arms caved in as soon as their skin connected and his face crashed into the pillows. Munson had buried deep inside him- something electric brewing as he retracted to the tip and slammed in again. It was relentless. A devilish pace being ridden as Eddie's thighs worked like crazy.

"Ugh. Shit." Eddie grunted, prying his head back forward before reaching out for a fist full of Y/n's hair. Dripping with sweat. Beautiful.

The man's moans and whines wouldn't stop coming. Similar to that of a lude sonnet. Pornographic. Vile.

With his free hand, Munson clasped a powerful grip around Y/n's face.

"Don't be too loud, honey. You'll wake up the kids." He snickered through another groan. Eddie really thought he was hilarious sometimes.

"Mm!" Saliva welled up at the corners of Y/n's lips as he tried carelessly to moan and weep into Eddie's fist. "That's it, baby. You're almost there. Touch yourself." His smooth voice barely made it through, but Y/n managed to wrap his weakened palm around the throbbing skin.

It jerked, and tugged, slick with pre-cum, and his eyes were squeezed shut.

"Eddie-" His hair was released, now being held at the waist by metal and fuery fingers, and Y/n came with a force unlike any other. Pleasure ripped through him, watching the world blur and fade as Munson's hips became a stutter. He too ejaculated with a flourish and then guttural moan.

"Holy ... ah, holy shit." He breathed, slipping forward and resting his head against Y/n's spine. Their sweat mixed into a puddle of cooling beads as the two settled down.

Chests rising and falling and Y/n's back expanding wide and erratic, Eddie began to murmur something into his skin.

"Well? How's it feel being officially un-virginified?"

The rasp of a chuckle vibrated through Eddie's forehead, and he looked up to meet Y/n's eyes.

"Feels pretty fucking good, Munson."

Fuck guys.. I used to be so good at writing smut. What happened?! I guess this is what I get for being burnt out 💀.

#male reader x eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things #smut #male reader #dom eddie munson

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joaquinwhorres · 4 years ago

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gazes (joaquín torres x reader)

SUMMARY ››››› It's become increasingly apparent to Sam and Bucky that you and Joaquin cannot take your eyes off each other. Unfortunately for them, you two have decided to be Professionals and that means keeping your eyes, hands, and lips to yourselves. No matter how difficult it is.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,716

WARNINGS ››››› sexy times implied

A/N ››››› Ok so these headcanons y'all have been sending me are incredible. I read these two back to back and I just had to write something connecting them.

The kid had no tact.

Sam wasn't exactly sure why he expected more from the guy who'd led into his theory that Steve was on the moon by referencing vague internet rumors, but even despite that, he'd assumed Joaquin possessed some sense of subtlety.

Instead he was over at the leg press trying and failing not to stare at Y/N as she bent over at the middle to help Bucky push deeper into the stretch.

"You know she could hit you with a harassment claim for staring at her like that."

Joaquin jumped, the weights dropping suddenly with a loud clang. Across the gym, Bucky laughed as Y/N whipped around to face the two men. "Everything ok?" Her voice sounded genuinely concerned, and Sam couldn't help but smirk as Joaquin turned towards her, giving a little wave.

"Foot slipped," he answered, and she nodded, turning back to Bucky quickly.

"Foot slipped," Sam mocked.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me."

"If you paid half the amount of attention you give to Y/N to your surroundings, you'd have known I'd been standing here for three minutes."

Joaquin gave a defensive scoff. "I wasn't staring at her--I was just--" he stopped, searching for an excuse, and Sam raised his eyebrows.

When it was clear Joaquin couldn't find a convincing enough lie to end the sentence, Sam shook his head. "You know, if you talk to her, she might actually let you take her out."

"I talk to her," Joaquin protested.

Sam shook his head, uncrossing his arms. "No, I mean talk to her. Chat her up. You've gotta have some game, right?"

"I've got game..." His sentence trailed off as he turned to look in her direction, finding her standing over Bucky's feet with her hands on her hips. "But like, we're co-workers, you know? I don't want to make things awkward around the gym or the compound or anything."

"Joaquin," Sam said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You're already making things awkward."

"He's staring at your ass again."

"And you're trying to get out of stretching again," you quipped, moving Bucky's leg closer to his chest. The super soldier tilted his head as if to acknowledge the legitimacy of your accusation.

"Doesn't change the fact that I think you're about to give him a heart attack."

"I highly doubt he's worried in the slightest about my ass. He's probably zoned out."

"He's definitely focused in...on--"

"On my ass," you finished, shaking your head. You might have given Bucky's claim a little more credence if it weren't for the fact that Joaquin Torres had been anything but the consummate professional towards you. He was friendly and upbeat and welcoming, and one of the few genuinely good guys you'd ever had the pleasure of working with.

You'd never caught him staring once, and it's not like the boy was exactly known for subtlety. Last time Bucky had asked him to cover for him so you couldn't come down and teach him the right way to train his body, he'd told you that Bucky had left the compound to get you a thank you gift for all of your hard work. All while staring at the gym door.

The heavy sound of weights falling against each other echoed throughout the gym, and you spun around to face the sound. Sam hovered over Joaquin's shoulder, the latter no longer working the leg press but instead looking as if he'd just received the scare of his life.

Bucky broke into laughter, and you smacked at his leg.

"Everything ok?" you called out, and Joaquin smiled, giving a sheepish little wave at you. "Foot slipped."

"It's a good thing he wasn't at the bench press. You might have killed him."

Your head snapped back to Bucky who was giving you a shit eating grin.

"You're an asshole."

"I'm right."

"Do you think if I ask nicely Wakanda will take you back?"

"So you know I'm right."

You chanced a glance back at Joaquin who was still talking to Sam before turning back around and placing your hands on your hips. "I'm calling Ayo."

You were running early.

Not to any event in particular, but just for the general course of your day. It was rare for you to wake up to your first alarm so completely refreshed, and with a fully awake brain, you found it much easier to navigate the morning. You were able to get dressed without crawling back in bed for a few more minutes, and didn't have to battle with sleepy indecision when choosing what you wanted to eat for breakfast.

One thing after another just continued to roll your way, leading you to the gym much earlier than usual.

And that's where the luck stopped.

Or maybe it didn't stop. But it definitely took a turn. Because while you fully expected someone else to be in the gym already, you hadn't expected just one person to be in the gym. And even if you had, you wouldn't have guessed that that one person would be Joaquin. And if, for some reason, you'd had the foresight to sense that, you definitely never would have pictured him to be running on the treadmill shirtless.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes falling to the bouncing dog tags on his chest and then lower to the well defined abs you'd somehow never seen before.

It felt like you'd seen just about every man in this compound shirtless. At some point, they all seemed to strip in the gym or during one of your group training classes you ran for those who weren't field agents. Bucky was shirtless half the time you worked together. It was so normal, you hardly even blinked an eye anymore. Seeing Sam without a shirt was more rare and quite the sight, but it'd never caught your breath quite like seeing Joaquin. Joaquin, who had never so much as worn a tank top in the gym, Joaquin.

And now here he was, chest bare and heaving, feet pounding rhythmically against the treadmill, hair still messy from his pillow and sweat. Your brain couldn't seem to function correctly, offering you images of the sight before you, only closer. Much closer. Hovering inches over your stretched out body as the headboard behind you rammed into the wall with the force of each thrust--

"Hey," Joaquin greeted, noticing you standing off to the side. You blinked, heat rushing to your face as he turned the treadmill down to a more leisurely pace. "Something wrong with my form?"

It was tempting to lie and offer to "help him fix it." Or to be completely honest and tell him you'd never seen a human form as perfect as his.

But neither of those responses were professional or even appropriate, and you needed this job.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "No, I was just wondering why you were wearing those," you said, gesturing to his dog tags, and allowing your eyes to fall to his chest once more. You followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down his body, heading to the waistband of his shorts. Joaquin reached to touch his tags, causing them to jingle together once more and pull your attention up to him.

"It's hard to let them go," he smiled, ruefully, hitting the button so the belt slowed even more. "I'd say it's a habit, putting them on, but at this point they're just like a part of me."

You nodded, wishing you'd taken this conversation anywhere but to the idea of dog tags and what they stood for. It wasn't so much a mood killer but a guilt inducer because instead of you feeling embarrassed and somber, all you wanted to do was grab them and pull him closer to you.

He must have read the conflict on your face because he gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, sorry, it's kinda morbid."

"No," you shook your head, clearing it of the daydream induced fog. "I probably shouldn't have asked."

"No, nah, it's cool," his smile grew into grin, as the belt came to a stop. He leaned his forearms against the console, staring at you as if waiting for you to continue the conversation. Which you were not equipped to do with a smiling and shirtless and sweaty Joaquin Torres right before you.

"Well, thanks for being cool about it," you said with a nod.

My God, something was wrong with you. They were just abs. And sure, maybe the abs belonged to the man who not only found the time to moonlight as a superhero but star in your increasingly dirty dreams of late, but it was just a body party that you'd seen a million times.

But never on Joaquin.

You blamed everything your brain was doing to you on Bucky and all of his stupid comments about Joaquin's supposed fixation on your ass. You wondered what he would say if he could see you now. "And I thought I was half machine. I could practically see your brain short circuiting." or "If that's what you're like when you see him half-naked, how are you ever going to--"

"Yeah, of course," Joaquin said, still smiling, his eyes lifting up over your shoulder as the other door to the gym opened and Sam came in. "Hey," he greeted with a jerk of his chin.

"Hey," Sam said, drawing closer, his eyes on you. You forced a smile on to your own face, and lifted a hand, not trusting anything that was coming out of your mouth.

"You're here early," the other man said, stepping onto the treadmill next to Joaquin's, and putting his water bottle down next to the machine.

Both of them were looking at you now, and it's not like you could handle staying in this gym any longer. "I came down looking for my water bottle. I think I left it here yesterday."

Sam raised his eyebrows glancing around the gym, and Joaquin stepped down off of the machine. "Do you want help looking for it?" he asked, and your whole body seemed to tense up at the idea, your brain transporting you to a future scenario where the two of you wandered around the room, Joaquin next to you or behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, all the while searching for a water bottle that was sitting on your dresser.

"No." Your voice came out too high, but you tried to play it off, shaking your head. "I've already interrupted your workout enough. It's either by the weights or not in here."

"Alright," he nodded. "If you need any help looking around the compound though, let me know."

"Thanks," you said. And then you gave another stupid wave and beelined it for the weight racks because you had to get out of here.

You made a show of looking next to each section of weights, even bending over to check underneath of them as if it could have been knocked under somewhere. After you felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to be convincing, you straightened up, empty handed. You turned back to Joaquin and Sam, both watching you rather than continuing their workouts as you might have hoped.

"Not here," you called back with a shrug and then left the gym and headed straight up to your shower.

He was nothing if not predictable.

The minute Y/N bent over to check behind the weight rack, his eyes were glued to her. Or perhaps more accurately, the bright teal spandex shorts she wore. As she pulled herself back up from searching for her water bottle and turned to them, Joaquin quickly looked to Sam as if the two had been talking the whole time and then "casually" returned to her.

"Not here!" she said, shrugging and then walking out of the gym, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she left through the door Sam had just entered by.

"So, what'd I interrupt?"

Joaquin looked up at Sam as if remembering he was there. "What?"

"You know, when the two of you were sitting by this machine making eyes at each other? Did you actually say anything to her or….?"

Joaquin shook his head. "No, she just came in and, uh, we chatted for a second, and then…" he trailed off, as if not fully remembering any of the past ten, twenty, however many minutes.

"You just chatted," Sam repeated, the disbelief on his face edging into his voice.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded.

"Anywhere in this chat you finally ask her out?"

"Nah, it didn't feel right."

"It didn't--she was practically taking off the other half of your clothes with her eyes," Sam sputtered, gesturing to Joaquin's shorts.

The kid laughed and shook his head as if Sam didn't know what he was talking about. Joaquin moved to exit the gym as well. "I'll see you later, man," he said, leaving a very exasperated Sam behind.

Bucky Barnes was a motherfucking liar.

"Let's grab a drink on Friday," he said.

"Consider it me making it up to you for being such a pain in your ass," he said.

"I'll buy," he said.

Mothefucker.

This wasn't just you and your favorite co-worker getting a drink. This was a goddamn set up. Because one hour and three mojitos into the night, Sam and Joaquin walked in the front door.

"I fucking hate you," you said, glaring up at his stupid smug face.

"Well, what a surprise, he grinned, as you shook a finger up at him.

"I told you in confidence I'm a flirty drunk."

He snorted, giving you a look out the side of his eyes. "You told me you were a flirty drunk after you sent me several highly inappropriate drunk text messages about what you wanted to do to a certain Lieutenant, who," the self-satisfied smile was back on Bucky's face. "Is making his way over to us right now."

"When I get home, I swear to God, I'm buying you a ticket to Wakanda."

Bucky quirked an eyebrow. "You're not going to do it now?"

"I didn't bring my credit card because you said you were paying," you huffed.

Before Bucky could respond, Sam and Joaquin were next to the two of you, greeting Bucky with hand slaps and one armed hugs. Sam came around and wrapped an arm around you first before sliding into the seat next to Bucky, and Joaquin came forward, giving you a quick hug.

Which was a first.

More than the feeling of his back underneath your palm, or the way he seemed to emanate warmth, you were done in by how absolutely incredible he smelled. But before you could fully identify whether it was his shampoo, a cologne, or just him, he pulled away and took the only other available seat near the group--the one next to you.

"I see you started without us," Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the assortment of glasses that sat before you. Most of them were Bucky's as he downed beers faster than should have been humanly possible.

"Hard drinker, huh Y/N," Joaquin teased, shooting you a smile.

"Pfft," you dismissed. "Only three are mine."

"Three?" Sam asked, leaning forward to better look at you. "How long have you been here?"

"An hour," you said, completely unnecessarily leaning forward too.

Bucky shrugged. "I got the time wrong."

"Guess we better catch up then," Joaquin said, and you sank back into your chair, narrowing your eyes at him in challenge.

"If you can."

They did.

You were outpaced fairly quickly against the two soldiers and one super soldier. The rum-induced fuzziness around the edges of your brain was compounded by having Joaquin so close to you. At some point he'd pulled his chair a bit closer to yours so that he could better hear the conversation, and you don't remember when it happened, but his arm had also slid around the back of your chair. To your relief neither Bucky nor Sam seemed to acknowledge this. In fact, Bucky was positively quiet and normal all things considered. Everything was going better than you could have expected.

Until the music kicked up.

Sam was the first to be dragged onto the dance floor. He was Captain America. Of course he'd been targeted by the stunning girl in the red dress who'd only had to come up and ask "Does Captain America dance?" to succeed in pulling him off to the dance floor.

Bucky was next. Although he wasn't tugged onto the dance floor by his hand the way Sam was. It was the sight of the person in the tight black number that did him in, luring him away to the dance as if drawn by a magnet.

And then it was you and Joaquin, sitting at the bar. Alone. Together.

You looked up from your drink, pushing the straw down into the ice to stir up the clinking sounds, and he took a swig of his beer before putting the bottle back down on the bar.

"Alright, let's dance," he said, nodding with his head towards the crowd, and you let out a disbelieving snort.

"I don't know how to dance. I mean, I can dance," you attempted to clarify, although you had a feeling words were failing you at the moment. "But that's real dancing, and I can't do that."

"I guess you're lucky you have a really good teacher asking you to dance then," Joaquin grinned, holding out a hand. You looked down at his open palm, hesitating only for a second before you slid your hand into his and jumped down from your chair.

He led you out through the moving bodies expertly, dodging couples who were clearly more into the dancing than each other and couples where the complete opposite was true. The small bit of space he found you was closer to the center of the dance floor than you'd usually feel comfortable with, but when he turned towards you with that look on his face, any of your residual anxiety had vanished.

"Ok, come close," he said, and you took a small step closer to him, causing him to laugh. "Closer." He gestured, and you moved forward some more, Joaquin's hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you even closer. His hands rose, one finding its way to your mid-back, pushing your elbow up to rest on his, as the other took your hand and placed it over shoulder.

"This ok?" he asked, eyebrows raised, and you nodded, trying to keep your attention on him, his instructions and his words, and not the way that you could feel just about every part of him from the way he was angled against you. His right side was flush against your left, and his knee pushed between yours.

"Just follow me," he said, his head bent close to yours. Before you could even respond, he started to move, pulling you along with him through the dance. It was smooth and rolling and you'd never seen a guy able to roll his hips like Joaquin. He seemed to know exactly how to guide you, moving his body to push and pull yours along whenever you hesitated or felt lost, coaxing waves and movements out of you that you didn't know you could do. Each success was met with a small word of praise and a brilliant smile, as his hands shifted to hold you closer, and you wrapped your own hand around his neck to better feel and predict his movements.

It felt as if a fog had rolled in over the dancefloor, obstructing all else from view so it was just you and Joaquin, eyes locked to each other as you moved together, occupying the same space.

The song faded into the next one, and Joaquin stopped. You went to move backwards, to give him space and have him move on as many other of the more skilled dancing couples seemed to do, switching partners amongst each other. But he kept you close to him, hand sliding down to your waist.

"Now you can really dance," he teased, his eyes shining as they stared into yours.

"Only with you." It was supposed to be a self-deprecating joke, but it came out too quiet and earnest. Joaquin licked his lips, and your eyes followed the gesture, flickering between his mouth and his eyes.

You don't remember making the decision. You only remember, moving even further into his arms, and pushing yourself up to reach his lips with your own. He bent down to meet you, pulling you even closer and pressing his hard body into yours. His lips moved as slowly and sensually as his hips had, drawing you in and guiding you through a careful rhythm that promised much, much more.

Sam sat with Bucky at the bar. Joaquin and Y/N had disappeared somewhere amongst the dance floor, hidden amongst the crowd.

"You think it worked?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"If it didn't we're screwed," Sam shook his head, taking a swig from his drink.

As if on cue, the two emerged from the swaying bodies, hand in hand, sweaty and much happier than they had been when Sam had left them at the bar.

"We're gonna head back to the compound," Joaquin said with practiced casualness.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, and Sam swore there was mischief literally glinting in his eyes.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded too fast and too many times. "Yeah, Y/N forgot about something there…"

"What'd you forget?" Bucky asked, turning to Y/N with a wolfish smile.

"Nothing. We're going to have sex," Y/N said, flatly, causing Sam to nearly spit out his drink. "And if you say one more word, I know a pilot who will fly you to Wakanda himself. No ticket needed."

Bucky mimicked zippering his lips into a smug look, and she rolled her eyes before tugging Joaquin out of the bar by his hand. And he followed. Eyes glued to her ass.

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nonotnolan · 3 years ago

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Fiverr Warlock: Professional Courtesy

"Hey, thanks for agreeing to meet with me," Jeremy said, sitting on the corner of his bed. I'd heard rumors about how the university managed to sneak in perks for the Basketball Team, but I hadn't realized how blatant it was until I set foot inside the premiere student dorm, the one that had a huge waitlist unless you were an athlete or your parents were major donors. Not that pointless displays of wealth really phased me anymore. Turns out being a Warlock is massively profitable.

"You're Calvin, right? The magic dude, or whatever? You gotta help me, man. I think someone cursed me, or some shit. I first noticed it last week, I started blacking out over the weekend. But like, during the day, when I wasn't drinking. And I don't remember going to any of my classes this week, but no one's yelled at me so far, so I guess I showed up? That was weird enough, but yesterday when I woke up, I was naked on my bed with jizz all over my chest. Which is just... all sorts of fucked up, man! And it made me remember how sore my ass was on Monday and... fuck, dude, I know this shit sounds crazy, but it's almost like someone is trying to live my life. Please, you gotta do something!"

I simply nodded in response; it didn't take much for me to realize what had happened here. Really the only dilemma was going to be whether or not I should side with Jeremy or with his tormentor. "I'd like to start with a few tests," I said, pulling a soul jar out of my pocket. "Go ahead and place this on your lips, and then blow into it."

Jeremy obliged, and his face barely had any time to register an expression of fear or surprise before his soul had been completely pulled out of his body. As expected, Jeremy's body didn't fall over limp because there was someone else inside of it. His body started thanking me for helping him out, but I didn't pay much attention to what he was saying. I corked the jar containing Jeremy's soul and slipped it into my pocket for safekeeping before turning to address the intruder. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't expel you from his body."

"Please, sir. I'm... my name is Russell, and I just wanted to know what it was like to be someone who was popular for once. But now I'm trapped in his body and I don't know what to do! My real body is... I'm pretty overweight, and I had, just... the worst case of acne back in high school. So when I found this book in my parents' attic, I thought maybe..."

I let out a deep sigh. Few things were more annoying than a fledgling warlock who couldn't be bothered to read how his spells worked. Granted, it sounded like the kid didn't have a mentor, but that was no excuse. "Alright, fine. From one warlock to another, I'll give you a pass this time, but on one condition. Take off the jewelry, and take off the shirt. Give all of it to me."

"I... yeah, consider it done," Russell said, throwing his tank top onto the floor and dropping all of his silver on top of it. "But can I ask why?"

"I had you take off the jewelry because it's fucking up your possession spell. Warlock magic is weak to silver. There's no way that stuff is 100% pure silver, but it's enough of an alloy that the real Jeremy was able to break through for a few hours at a time." I flashed Russell a mischievous grin. "I had you take off your shirt because I wanted to see Jeremy's muscular body for myself."

He blinked in confusion for a few moments before he finally picked up on my drift. "Well, then... since you're the reason I'm keeping this body, I think it's only fair that you get a chance to explore every inch of it. Shall we take this back to the bedroom?"

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It wasn't the best sex that I'd ever had; far from it, if I'm being honest. Still, I made sure to take photos of the two of us in bed post coitus as a souvenir-- not many people can they that they've fucked Jeremy Thomas in the ass. With any luck, Russell would improve with time and experience. Or maybe he would continue to be a terrible lay, laboring under the presumption that being popular made him good at sex. It didn't really matter to me either way.

"Don't forget to switch back before two weeks are up," I said, leaving the soul jar with Jeremy's essence on the coffee table. "You can't do magic from someone else's body, and you'll be trapped inside of that body if Jeremy's soul grows stale and evaporates."

"Duly noted," Russell said, glancing up from the sofa with an expression that suggested he was barely paying attention to me. Well, it was his choice to make, not mine. Although, with that sort of lazy attitude, his teammates were probably going to grow suspicious. The odds of him making it even one more week before he needed to flee Jeremy's body seemed slim to none.

I just shrugged my shoulders. Not my monkeys, not my circus. "Okay, well... if you ever need my help again, you have my Venmo information."

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 3 years ago

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Go Go Let's Go! Let's Go! Dateko! (Pt 2. Smut)

⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI ⚠️

Warnings: swearing, gross amount of fluff, oral sex (female and male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cum play, cum eating, implied shower sex

Word Count: 7,000 +

Kenji refused to tell you where the tournament was in hopes that you would just not show. But you knew better. Not only would you get to see your son play but lord that coach!

You wandered into the Date Tech section as you lean over the railings. The team is gathered around the bench ad the coach is giving them a pep talk before the game

"Futakuchi you're mom came" Obara laughs as he nudges Kenji.

"Please don't make eye contact with her it will only encourage her" he says as he places his hands on his face.

Coach Oiwake turns to see you beaming as you wave to the team. He gives you a small nod and a smile as you blush and take your seat.

"Miss Futakuchi?" A voice from besides you says.

"Oh Moniwa! It's so good to see you!" You smile as you wave to the other boys.

The boys look at you as Moniwa introduces you "this is Futakuchi's mom! Miss Futakuchi, this is Kamasaki and Sasaya both former third years on the team."

"It's so nice to meet you boys! I'd like to apologize for my idiot son's ignorance as an underclassmen. He deserves to feel the pain of being team captain" you say as you smile to the boys.

The game progresses quickly as you catch glimpse of the coach looking up at you when he is able to spare a second. You catch his eyes smiling at him.

Kamasaki whispers to Moniwa and Sasaya "damn coach has got it out for Futakuchi's mom. You see those looks."

Moniwa rolls his eyes "come on man knock it off"

He looks to you ad he sees his former coach staring right at you

"Ok you right" Moniwa says as Kamasaki crosses his arms laughing.

After the game you proceed the hallway to wait for the boys with the third years. Kenji and the team walk up to you as Kenji rolls his eyes and buries his face.

"Oh knock it off Kenji. You act like I'm the most embarrassing thing in your life" you say as the third years and the team laugh.

"Mom notice how no other parents are here? That's because they care about their kids reputations" he says as he glares at you.

"Awe baby I care. Just not enough" you say as you laugh walking past the boys.

"Good game guys" you say waving as you round the corner.

You walk straight into coach Oiwake as he's reviewing his notes.

"Oh Y/N. I'm so sorry I didn't see you there" he says flustered

"Oh gosh it was all me! I'm such a klutz" you says laughing awkwardly.

"Say thanks for coming out to support the team. I know the boys appreciated it" he smiles.

"Everyone but Kenji" you chuckle as he laughs.

"I'm sure Futakuchi enjoyed it too. He's just into his roll as captain" coach says as he looks down.

"Say Y/N I was wondering" he says as he scratches the back of his head "would you like to have coffee sometime?"

You smile softly "of course Takuro! Only if we don't tell Kenji."

"Deal" he says as he smiles at you.

You started seeing Takuro as often as you could. You could talk nightly on the phone and see each other when you could. It helped that Kenji was the team captain and had his own active social life. Still it was hard to sneak away without him noticing.

You had been secretly seeing Takuro for a few weeks. Things were getting pretty steamy between the two of you. You had several heated makeout sessions with Takuro but nothing even went further. You always had to leave because Kenji expected you home and you already hated lying to your son about your relationship with his coach.

Takuro had asked you to spend the night with him the week prior and you had agreed. All you needed was a plan to convince Kenji of your absence. You start pondering as you begin preparing lunch. You had to tell him something as go why you wouldn't be home. He knew you didn't work this weekend so that wasn't good enough.

"Hey mom I won't be home this weekend" Kenji said as he rushed into the kitchen

well shit that was easy

"Oh where are you going" you question.

"Obara invited me to a party tonight and them tomorrow we are having a game with the third years. Those losers keep hanging around so we might as well put them to use" Kenji says as he chuckles.

You laugh "ok well don't do anything I wouldn't do"

"Geez mom don't set the bar too high. You literally use to sneak out of grandma and grandpa's house all the time" he laughed

"Hey HEY" you say trying to stay serious "ok yeah I was an awful kid. Go be free my child". You wave Kenji off as he bids you goodbye.

You smile as you text Takuro that you will be over tonight. You tell him your going to run to the store to grab ingredients to prepare dinner for the two of you.

As the night approaches you leave for Takuro’s house. You arrive at the store as you begin to shop. Suddenly a hand snakes around your waist as a face presses to your neck.

"I SWEAR TO GOD I HAVE A TASER" you scream as the voice laughs.

"I can't ever be cute can I?" Takuro laughs as you calm down from your near heart attack.

"Well not if you're going to stalk me! Jesus Takuro" you huff.

"I couldn't wait to see you sweetheart" he says as he kisses your neck. You giggle as he focuses on your sweet spot.

Unbeknownst to you, 2 pairs of eyes watch from outside the store window.

"Futakuchi isn't that your mom?" Obara says as he stops walking outside the store.

Kenji looks up and sees you hugging Coach Oiwake as he kisses your neck.

"What the fuck?" Kenji says angerly.

"Dude let's go before they see us" Obara pushes Kenji past the store window as Kenji feels his face heat with anger.

How could you lie to him?

You grab your groceries as Takuro carries them to your car.

You arrive at Takuro's house as you prepare to exit your car. He runs up to your car door, swinging it open as he grabs you from the seat.

"JESUS CHRIST TAKURO YOUR'RE GOING TO GIVE ME WHIPLASH" you scream as he tosses you over his shoulder, spanking your ass as he carries you inside.

He sets you down as he starts to kiss you deeply, pulling his track jacket off as he pulls your cardigan from your shoulders.

You giggle as he releases you lips and travels to your neck "impatient much? I just got here what's the rush big shoots?"

"Can't wait any longer" he says as he pulls away from you looking at you "you just drive me nuts Y/N. I just need you so bad."

He kisses you neck violently as he grasps you ass pulling you up to him. He signals for you to jump as he carries you to his room.

"Wait the groceries" you say in-between his kisses as his hands start to travel up your tank top.

"It's fine baby" he says as he lightly tickles your skin as he kisses you. He licks your lower lip asking for access as you pull away. You get up on your knees and crawl away from him towards the top of the bed. You sit on your knees and you cross your arms over your chest.

The man is flustered. His head hangs low as his arms rest on the bed, his muscles stretching his white t-shirt.

"No more sir until you get my groceries in" you pout as you look away from him trying to keep a straight face.

"Fuck-ok" he says waving his hand as he walks to your car to retrieve the groceries. You take the opportunity to strip your clothes, revealing your matching lace bra and panties set.

You kneel at the edge I the bed, waiting for Takuro to come back. Your hands resting on your lush thighs.

"Ok baby no-" Takuro begins to say as he walks into his room.

He stops as his eyes literally bulge from his head.

"Fuck" he whispers as he falls falls to his knees at the sight of your gorgeous body clad only in a small amount of fabric.

"D-Do you like it?" You say shyly. It wasn't like you to be self conscious but then again you haven't had sex in years.

Takuro can't speak.

you literally broke the man Y/N. RIP Coach Oiwake Takuro 2021

He just stares as you start to feel self conscious.

He gets up and walks over to you as he leans in front of you face. He smiles at you as he grabs the back of your head pulling you into a heated kiss.

He guides you back on the bed as you toy with the hem of his shirt. He straddles you as he sits up removing his shirt.

Fuck the man is built. For being in his late 40s he's sculpted like a Greek statue. You feel up his chest as he kisses you deeply exploring your mouth with his tongue. He releases you from the kiss as he stares down at you.

"Y/N I'm going fucking worship you baby" he says as he kisses down your neck.

You feel your core heat up as your panties begin to get wetter and wetter with every kiss. You can't help but moan as he reaches your sensitive spots.

He works his way down your chest. He kisses your nipples over your lingerie as he moves the straps down to kiss your shoulders.

"We are going to leave this on because it's driving me insane" he says as he tugs at your bra. The straps down on your lower arms as the cups barely hold your full breasts.

He moves to your stomach as he kisses every square inch. The man is romantic as hell!

"You ready sweetheart" he says as he moves his fingers into your panties.

You nod as you pull your lip between your teeth. You can't believe how wet you are.

Takuro slowly pulls down your panties as a string of your essence glides with the panties.

"Fuck" he says as he rests his head in your thigh "whatever God decided to bless me fucking THANK YOU"

You giggle as he kisses your inner thighs. You moan at the feeling and growing sensation. He looks up at you as he spreads your pussy lips with his fingers and takes a long lick of your wet slit.

You shiver as your back arches. Takuro takes no time diving into his new home.

Fuck you were so wet and you tasted so good.

"Holy shit Takurō. Fuck right there" you screams as your back begins to arch high and higher. You've never had oral like this before.

"Fuck yes yes yes right there keep going. Omg fuck I'm going to cum" you say as you grab his head and push it further into your cunt. You rub your cunt on his face as the rope inside you snaps.

You screams as you cum hard on your lovers face.

Takuro backs up as he kisses your thighs. He slowly inserts two fingers into your already sensitive pussy as he begins to move them.

"Cum again sweetheart. I need more" he says as he pushes two fingers into your sopping wet cunt. You're still riding out the high from your previous orgasm as he leans over, pulling you up to meet him in a deep kiss.

He grabs your hair as he pulls it back exposing the column of your neck to his lips. He probes your cunt faster as you feel yourself building up.

"Ahhh ahh fuck Taku, ah" you cry as he kisses your neck quickening the speed of his fingers.

"Come on baby give me one more and then I'll fuck this tight little pussy. Please give me one more" he says as you feel your core snap as your cunt spasm around his fingers.

You fall back to the bed as he stands up removing his pants. You stare at his long cock with wide eyes.

"I'll be gentle angel" he says as he reaches for a condom.

You shake your head "I want you to cum in my mouth. Fuck me raw and cum in my mouth Takuro" you say seductively as you pull your lower lip into between your teeth.

"Baby you- you can't say shit like that. Fuck" he says as he flips you around to all fours as he lines up his cock.

"Let me suck you please" you say looking over your shoulder with doe eyes.

"Later baby later I-I'm not waiting any longer to fuck you" he says as he slowly starts to push is cock into your wet entrance.

"Holy- Y/N baby you need to relax" he says as he grabs your hips stopping himself from moving further.

"Relax? I haven't been fucked in years and you want me to relax?" You say as you trust yourself backwards impaling yourself on his hard cock.

"Fucking shit Y/N! God dammit I want to last longer than a minute" he shouts as he spanks your ass. You refuse to listen as you propel yourself back to his cock as he tries to hold you off.

"I swear to God if you don't fuck me-" you say as he flips you around standing up and yanking you down to the edge of the bed as you lay on your elbows.

"You'll do what Y/N?" He says in a sadistic voice as he pushes his cock all the way into your cunt in one swift movement.

"Shit" he chokes "God baby this is the tightest cunt" he says as he pulls back, setting a brutal pace as his balls slap your ass.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel every single centimeter of his cock on your inside walls.

"Fuck Y/N baby are you close" he says as he looks down to you.

You're gone. Where even are you Y/N? Come back to earth Y/N!

"Shit baby I'm going to cum soon you feel so fucking amazing. Fuck I'm going to worship this pussy everyday until I die" he chokes

"Oh Takuro, fuck-fuck I'm going to cum please keep going" you manage to say as he pushes forward trying to bring you to orgasm.

You feel your core snap again as the quick rise and fall of your orgasms over sweeps your body.

"Fuck baby are you ready" he says giving you a moment to recover.

He pulls out as you sink to the floor between his legs opening your mouth to receive his juices.

He jerks his cock as you sit with your mouth wide open "Oh fuck Y/N- baby UGH" he says as he shouts rope after rope of cum into your mouth.

You happily accept his gift as he groans and pants, his abs retracting from the intense orgasm. He throws his head back as he finishes and you wipe up the little cum that managed to fall to the side your lips.

He pulls back ad he sees his fluids in your mouth and on your tongue. You close your mouth, reopening to show him that you had swallowed what he had offered to you.

He kneels down to your face as he pulls you into a deep kiss.

"That was the best sex I've ever had" he chuckles as you smile.

"Yeah it was at least a solid 8" you tease as his eyes widen.

"An 8? Well we can't have that now can we. Date Tech strives to be the best so I only accept 10 and above" he says grabbing you as he carries you to the shower.

He fucks you in the shower until your brain is numb. He suck is cock as you make him finish for a second time during your hour long shower. You both emerge completely blissed out and exhausted.

"I’m hungry" you say as you cuddle into his stomach and he pulls up close.

"Well it's a good thing I brought it those groceries" he says.

"You mean the groceries I MADE you bring in" you say looking up at him.

"Well the trip was worth it because look what I came back too" he says as he hoisting you above him to straddle his waist.

#dateko #date tech #Oiwake Takuro #justiceforthehaikyuucoachs #haikyuu #haikyuucoaches #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#team mom series #teammom #team mom

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mergeman · 4 years ago

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Toweled off part 4

Cable's POV:

I had only come into existence 4 weeks ago but whatever magic that created me and my twin totally changed everything. Like I remember growing up feeling lost, like the entire world knew something that was beyond my understanding. Even my brother could comprehend it, but I couldn't understand the importance of sex. I could admire the bodies of both men and women and I could find both attractive, I just had no drive to want or need sex. Not to say I dont have a libido, the combined prowess of 4 guys made sure of that. I find that self pleasure is more gratifying then any other experience.

I was again standing at the mirror watching Dain primp and preen as we were starting our shift. He was all excited because he had a new client today. It was Dain's goal in life to help any underdeveloped soul that walked in and it worked. I kinda think there is some residual power in him as his clients always gained more confidence and found their true potential.

I focused more on those lost ones that never even had the courage to enter the Gym. I started up our outreach to the community. Most days I'd hit the streets having conversations and trying to understand people, I guess that was my gift. I could calm everyone around me and sooth their worries. My dad's running joke was that I brought them in and Dain fixed them up.

Amid all of this was the knowledge that there was still one trapped soul that still needed release. Lex had given us the last towel and we took it everywhere in hopes of finding the solution. After weeks of being inert for weeks the towel finally tugged as I was passing a group of guys hanging out in front of a strip mall.

Lorn. Kyle. Chris. Shane.

Lorn's POV:

My friends and I were goofing around at the deserted end of the mall, when this gym guy that was leaving suddenly turned and started walking towards us. Shane nervously said we should leave and I agreed I didn't want to be picked on by some roid rage muscle tank. We started to book it but it was to late the guy had us cornered.

"Whoa my dudes wheres the fire?" The low pitched voice asked? I should have been scared guys like this have beaten me and my friends to a pulp more then once. His voice though was so soothing and I immediately relaxed. I turned and I saw the tension evaporate in my friends. I knew something was wrong, I didn't care, my attention was focused solely on the man in front of me.

He opened his bag and I involuntarily twitched, but it was a mustard yellow towel that looked old and warn. I felt a pull coming from the towel something about it fascinated me and I just wanted.... No I needed to hold it.

All 4 of us lunged at the same time and each managed to grab a corner. I could feel a presence force it's way into my head.

"Hey guys" the voice was so deep that I could feel the vibrations throughout my body.

"The man before you was once like you" "My bro changed him and made him more" "that is the gift we give for our freedom"

I was entranced the by the voice. I glanced up at Shane his eyes were wide behind his glasses. I knew that not being beat up and teased was a dream for us. Chris and Kyle were looking at me as well.

"Im the last one" " My bros have all been set free and I have chosen you 4 to free me"

"What do I have to do to look like him" Shane blurted out. He was looking excited and nervous at the same time. I was hesitant this seemed to good to be true. Some random hunk appears and offers us our dream body. Alarm bells were starting to ring.

"To set me truly free you all must give up your current reality" "I will rewrite your history and use that energy to free myself"

I could feel the sense of anticipation coming from my friends. Before I could voice my concerns a chorus of "Yes" came from all around me and 3 sets of eyes turned to look at me. I felt myself flush as red as my hair. I wanted to refuse but the opportunity to be someone else was so appealing. "Yes" I said.

The towel started to heat up. It was almost getting too hot but my hand refused to let go. A small tare formed between Kyle and Chris. The tare formed into a rift and soon Kyle and I were holding one half, Shane and Chris had the other. Confused we watched as each half grew and wrapped around the holders. Soon I was plunged Into darkness with Kyle, the towels presence fill our minds with thoughts of who we were to become. My hand found Kyle's as we both held each other tight. The towel was so hot everything was burning, the last thing I could hear was the towel laughing as he was reborn.

My body was stiff as a board, it felt like I had done a three hour workout in just seconds. As feeling came back I was aware that I was laying on cold concrete. I cautiously opened my eyes and as my sight cleared I saw my gym bro Cable squatting beside me with a worried expression. He offered his hand and helped me stand up. It was only then that I understood why I was cold. Crap!!! I was naked out in the open!! I looked around for something to cover me up. At my feet was a ratty yellow towel and I used it to cover myself. I looked to Cable so he could explain what the fuck was going on. A groan stopped me and it was then that I noticed the other naked body. Cable went ovet to the other guy and helped him up too, handing him an identical yellow towel in the same motion.

The stranger and I stared at each other. I was sizing him up incase of trouble. Cable and I could take him but Id have issues if it was just me. We were both about the same height and weight. The strangers head tilted he looked to me and asked "Lyle?"

Motherfucker! that name caused a splitting headache. It was like I was reliving all my memories at once. Suddenly he wasn't a stranger any more this was my bro. My best friend, through the pain stabbing my skull a name surfaced "Chase?"

My bro grabbed his head and I felt a sense of kinship as I knew what was happening. Fuck how could I forget Chase he and I went way back. I could remember when he moved next door in the second grade. I was so happy to have a kid my age to play with. We both discovered we had a love of video games, school, and Dr. Who marathons. This of course made it easy for us to get picked on. In high school both of us were social pariahs fat and gross. That was untill Cable found us and convinced us to join his gym. We took to it immediately and results were showing in months. As our bodies changed we became more popular untill we were the epitome of brains and brawn.

I looked to Cable, no longer concerned about my nakedness I pulled him into a hug and kissed my boyfriend. We had a unique relationship, romantically I was heads over heels for my childhood savior, but sexually Chase and I had an agreement. To complicate everything else Chase is dating Dain in an open sort of way.

"Bro we need to find some clothes" said Chase.

"Babe do you still have my Spiderman outfits in the truck?" I ask Cable. He laughed an ran off, I looked to Chase I new something important had just happened but I didn't care life is good.

Lyle. Chase.

Across the country a middle aged woman was sitting at her kitchen table. She sighed with relief as the curse had finally run it's course. 30 years ago she had layed a spell on the 4 guys that had tormented her and others lives. She was happy that they could now find love. Now if only her other curses would finish then she could rest.

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castielific · 4 years ago

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Title: Fancy and the tramp

Story status: Complete, 8 chapters

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dean/Castiel, Alternate Universe, Fake boyfriends, pretend relationship, homeless!Dean, rich!Cas, family, angst with a happy ending, temporary breakup, getting back together, coming out, past!homophobia, self esteem issues, Dean Winchester has a sexuality crisis, first time, homelessness, bed sharing, pining

Sex tags: anal sex, switching, bottom!Cas, bottom!Dean, first time, frottage, marking, blowjob, fingering, barebacking

Special warning: Contrary to what the title may presage, there are no spaghettis in this story.

Summary:

"Okay, let's be clear on one thing from the start. This is not a lifetime movie and I'm straight, so no falling in love, get it?"

"I get it, Dean," Castiel nods.

Well, that's it then, apparently Dean is going to a fancy engagement party with his new fake boyfriend. What a weird day.

Link to AO3

Chapter 1 under the cut:

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"Come on Ricky, you owe me that money!" Dean says on his phone, taking a step forward when the line of the coffee shop shortens.

"I don't owe you shit, Dean. You still owe me the last three months of your rent," his ex landlord says on the phone.

"And I'll pay you, you know I will. But to get the money, I need a job, and to get that job I need some new clothes and-"

"Yeah yeah, I know the deal. You think no one has told me that one before? No bueno, man, I'm keeping your deposit," Ricky grumbles.

Dean groans in frustration. "Come on, all I need is fifty dollars so I can buy a pair of pants without any holes in it. You give me fifty, I get the job and I pay you back, how does that sound?" he tries to negotiate.

"Like a fucking lie," Ricky spits just before hanging up.

"No Ric-fuck!"

The woman in front of him in line sends him a dark look. Dean rolls his eyes at her. Like she hasn't heard worse before.

Ricky was his last shot. It was a long one, he really does owe that bastard some serious money. Guess he can kiss the job interview at two goodbye. It's some kind of assistant job. It sounds easy enough, buying coffee and picking dry cleaning and stuff. It was still a long shot anyway. Dean's only real job experience is being a bagger boy when he was seventeen and it lasted about two months before his dad decided to move them further east.

So far, he'd always managed to get by doing repairs or cleaning at gas stops and motels. The older he gets and the harder it gets to find that kind of random job. People are more willing to give a few bucks in exchange for manual tasks to a kid than they are to a nearly thirty years old guy. Now they just tell him to fuck off.

And since it's always been casual and off the book, the only official work experience he has is the bagger thing. He doesn't even have a high school diploma because he dropped out long before that. Not exactly a stellar resume. Which explains why he hasn't found work in eight month and is currently living in his car. Thank God he has Baby.

He had been too ambitious thinking he could get his own place. It could only pay rent for about five months before he went broke. He's never had a home before, and had no idea that having an apartment cost so much. In motels, you don't exactly have to pay for water or heat or utilities. There was a bunch of stuff he hadn't planned for that ate up the last of his meagre savings. Ricky threw him out after three months when Dean couldn't scrape up enough money to pay rent anymore, putting a violent stop to Dean's pipe dream of living a normal life. He hoped it would be simpler to get a job if he had an actual address, had even thought about scrapping up enough to maybe get his GED. He's not sure what he's going to do now.

He's always wanted to be a mechanic. If his dad ever taught him anything, it was how to take care of the Impala. John taught him all the basics and Dean got the knack of it. As a teen, he spent days reading car magazines and working on the Impala, trying to learn as much as he could about how cars worked and how to repair the different parts. He knows enough by now that he could easily work in a garage, but he's got no diploma, and hasn't found anyone willing to hire him on faith alone.

The line of the coffee shop shortens again, the barista asking her order to the goody-two-shoes in front of him. Dean looks regretfully at the display of sandwiches. He searches his pockets and only comes up with three dollars. Of course, the cheapest piece of food cost four dollars. Dean sighs. Guess just a coffee will have to do today.

He won't have another choice but to go to the soup kitchen tonight. He hates it there. The food is crap and he wants to punch the prancy people serving it. They always try to give him some Jesus bullshit with his food, like Jesus is ever gonna put a roof over his head and find him a decent job. Neither Jesus nor God nor whatever gives a crap about him. Not that he blames them. Hell, if they exist they're probably not big fans of the guy that used to slip into church as a kid to pick the lock of the donation box

"Just an americano, please," Dean says regretfully when the barista asks for his order. At least it will keep him warm and fill his stomach for a short while.

Halloween just went by and the weather is becoming really cold. He should use the last of Baby's tank to go as far south as he can before winter really hits. He probably won't get farther than Wichita though, and the thought makes him shiver. No one wants to get stuck for a winter in Wichita. Maybe he could go and see if he can make a few bucks at the nearest motel, that kind of place always needs a handyman's help. He hasn't tried the one on Corn Street yet. He's noticed only two lights are still working on their sign, he could offer to help with that. If he makes fifty bucks, he might be able to reach Austin.

Dean stops on the sidewalk in front of the coffee shop, pondering if he should walk to the bar a few streets down or the motel. Sometimes Benny, the owner of the bar, lets him use the sink in the back to wash up. If he's lucky, he'll even get some leftovers from last night. It's generally just some stale pretzels, cold fries on good days, but it's still better than nothing. He's got two cans of beans and a car with an near empty tank to his name right now, so he's not picky.

Dean takes a look at his watch. It's eleven thirty already, the leftovers are probably already in the trash at Benny's. The motel is probably his best bet.

"I'll give you a hundred dollars if you pretend to be my boyfriend." comes a hoarse voice, way too close to his ear.

Dean jumps, nearly spilling his coffee on himself. He spins to the right to face the man who just talked and is met with a pair of clear blue eyes. Way too close again. He waits a second for the man to take a step back as he realises as close Dean turning brought them, but the guy just continues to stare at him, head slightly tilted to the side. He's wearing an oversized trench coat over a dark blue suit that looks expensive. He's so close a gust of wind makes the bottom of his coat brushes Dean's shin.

"Dude, personal space," Dean reproaches, taking a step back. "And fuck off, I don't swing that way," he adds, not meanly. It's not the first time he's getting hit on by a dude. Sadly, not even the weirdest. He's strictly into chicks though, so no dice.

"Two hundred bucks," the man insists. He looks ready to fall on his knees and beg, eyes going wider and wider as he throws a panicked look to the right of Dean's shoulder. "It won't take more than ten minutes and all you have to do is nod along," he begs, making Dean wonders if he's in danger somehow. Maybe he has a stalker or an abusive ex?

Dean follows his eyes to a woman coming closer. She's very elegant in a grey pantsuit and a long white fur coat as she walks straight toward them. He can feel her eyes judging him even from thirty feet away, looking at him from head to toes. If he wasn't already self-aware of the number of holes in his jeans, he would definitely be under that gaze.

"Five hundred dollars," the other man whispers just as the blond woman reaches them.

"Castiel, dear, you should have told me we would have company, I would have notified the restaurant," the woman says, sending a clearly disapproving look toward Dean as she deposits a kiss on the other man's - (Castiel, apparently, what kind of name is that??) - cheek.

"Mother, let me introduce you to my boyfriend," Castiel says, looking ill at ease. He's obviously not a very good liar.

Dean blinks a few times as their attention turns toward him. Castiel seems to be trying to communicate something with his eyes, and Dean frowns in incomprehension for a moment before he gets the hint.

"Huh. Dean. Winchester," he finally says. "Ma'am," he adds when she just continues to stare at him like he has grease smeared all over his face. He's pretty sure that she wouldn't want to touch his hand if he were to offer it to shake, so he doesn't.

"Naomi Novak," she introduces herself. "What a delight to finally meet Castiel's new companion," Naomi says, her deadpan tone contradicting her words. "Of course, I would have preferred not to be ambushed by such an announcement. Castiel, you know, that Le Délice hates it when we change our reservation last minute. Who knows if they will even have a table for three," she declares, already composing a number on her phone.

"It's okay, mother, Dean won't be joining us for lunch."

"Oh, is it because your attire isn't appropriate?" Castiel's mother asks, looking at the holes in Dean's jeans and the big leather jacket that used to be his dad's. "I assure you they won't say a word about it if you're with us," she reassures.

Dean squirms a little, wondering what the hell is even happening. Ten minutes ago he was buying a coffee and going at his day like a perfectly normal person (well, albeit a homeless and jobless one). Now, his fashion sense is being criticized by the mother of a man who is pretending to be his boyfriend. Did a piano fall on his head or something? Has he finally lost his mind?

He looks to the man beside him. He's scratching the side of his neck in nervousness. The move makes his coat fall a little over his wrist, revealing a freaking Rolex watch. Dean looks back to the woman, eyes sliding on her diamond earrings and the huge rock around her neck.

You know what? That's not okay. His stomach has been crying for food since last morning, and he's what? Supposed to help this stranger by saying no to free lunch at one of the most prestigious restaurants in town? Fuck no. He's gonna eat like a king and make a few hundred bucks off the back of those rich assholes.

"In that case, it would be my pleasure to join you," Dean announces with his most charming smile.

"What?" Castiel can't help but bark. "But y-your work thing?" he tries, sweating. The round panic eyes are back. Dean sends him his best shit eating grin. They both know he now either has to invite this stranger to lunch or reveal the lie to his mother. The guy is trapped and may as well continue to play along.

"It's not as important as a chance to finally get to know your mother, honey," Dean answers. "He's told me so many nice things about you, Naomi. Can I call you Naomi?"

"Of course, dear," Naomi says. She looks a little wide eyed too, probably thrown by Dean turning on the charm to the max.

"Perfect! We shall go now, we don't want to miss your reservation. I do hope it won't be too much of a bother for them to add a chair to your table," Dean says. He should probably tone it down with the pompous tone, because he nearly added an English accent here.

Naomi leads the way, and Dean is going to follow when a hand grabbing his arm makes him fall a few steps behind.

"What the hell are you doing?" Castiel hisses.

"Acting as your boyfriend?" Dean says innocently. By Castiel's glare, he's not fooled.

"I asked you to nod silently for ten minutes, not to do method acting for a whole meal," he reproaches. Naomi sends a look behind her shoulder and Castiel smiles at her like there is no worries, indicating for her to lead the way,

Dean shrugs. "I had some free time."

"I'm not giving you more money than planned, if that's your goal," Castiel says with a suspicious squint.

"I'm fine with the five hundred as long as you're also paying for lunch," Dean says, wiggling his eyebrows as they walk toward the restaurant. Something passes on Castiel's face that Dean can't quite identify. The other man stares at him for so long that it's a wonder he doesn't trip. He finally relents with a long suffering sigh as they enter 'Le Délice'.

Apparently, Naomi Novak is prominent enough that they don't mind changing her reservation after all. They're seated at a table near a legit indoor fountain. Dean is looking around, trying not to let show how impressed he is by the place. The walls are made of stone and covered in frescos that he always thought you couldn't see outside of a church or castle. A waiter gives him a leather covered menu and Dean opens it eagerly. After a few niceties to Naomi, they're asked what they want to drink. Dean has an inkling that he probably shouldn't ask for a beer in an establishment like this.

"Same for me, please," he says after Castiel ordered some wine with a name Dean can't pronounce. At least, he hopes that's wine. Who knows. Hell, in this place the bottles of water are probably more expensive than his usual brand of beer.

Dean starts to second guess his decision when he realizes that the menu is in french. What is it with rich people and France? He just wants a damn steak, how do you say that in french? Is there even steaks here or is it just frog legs and snails? Oh god, he hopes not.

"I think I'll take the duck today," Naomi notes. "Nobody cooks it better than chef Francis. How about you Dean? Have you ever come here before?" There is a mean glint in her eyes that says she knows perfectly well he hasn't. Hell, from the side eyes he got from everyone as they crossed the room, everyone here knows he's not from their world. There are three holes in his jeans, threads hanging from the bottom and his dad's leather jacket probably should have ended up in the trash about three years ago. Even now, it's still too big for him and the sleeves are so scruffed that they're nearly paper thin. The original dark brown color has turned to a light beige in most places from wear. His scruff is just the bad side of too long now, and he hasn't had a haircut since April, strands starting to fall into his eyes. At least, he's wearing his best plaid shirt and managed to wash up last night, so he's not smelling too rank. Why would Castiel pick him out of all the people in the street at that moment to play his boyfriend? It makes no sense at all. From the guy's obvious discomfort as he hides behind his menu, he probably realizes it.

"Actually, Naomi, duck sounds like a delicious idea," Dean says, voluntarily ignoring her question. To be honest, he’s never even eaten duck before, but it's poultry so it probably taste like chicken. You can't go wrong with chicken, right? His stomach certainly likes the idea, gurgling so loudly that he has to hide it behind a cough.

Castiel ends up ordering some fish and soon their drinks arrive. Dean barely has time to sip at his red wine before Naomi pounces.

"So, tell me everything, how did you two meet?"

Dean nearly chokes on his drink. Castiel seems to gulp down his whole glass.

"We met at a coffee shop. Dean was in line in front of me and we started to talk," Castiel explains, not quite meeting anyone's eyes.

"How quaint!" Naomi exclaims, clasping her hands in delight. "I'm just sorry that you didn't tell me about it sooner, Castiel. How long have you been keeping this charming man a secret?"

"Not-," Castiel clears his throat, "-not long."

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you Dean. I sure wish this luncheon will give me the chance to learn everything about you."

Luncheon? Who even talks like that outside of Downton Abbey?

"I do hope I'll get to keep some mystery, we wouldn't want this guy to lose interest," Dean says with a wink. He pats Castiel's hand on the table. Should he hold it or something? How open on PDA are gay people those days? Not that he knows more about how heterosexual couple act in public anyway, especially in those crowds. It's probably safer to keep the PDA to a minimum here.

"You have to at least tell me some things. For one, what career path are you on?" She looks like a shark circling her prey.

"I'm a mechanic," he lies. He'd rather stay as close to the truth as possible. It's a little unfair that Castiel is letting him do all the talking when his initial demand was that he stayed silent, especially since it's his skin that Dean is apparently saving, but the guy looks like he's swallowed a potato whole.

"Oh, that's...interesting," Naomi says in that insincere tone of hers. She looks like he told her he was fucking children’s corpses every full moon. He's two seconds away from telling her that he's actually jobless, penniless, and homeless, just to see her face, when Castiel intervenes.

"How is Anna's engagement party coming on?"

Thankfully, this seems to be a subject Naomi loves because she tells them about every aspect of the future party all the way through their meal.

Duck, as it turns out, is actually very good. It's more like red meat than chicken, which is a great surprise. Although, Dean isn't a fan of the way rich people put tiny quantities of food in very large plates. He eats all the dinner rolls and scrapes every single bit of sauce out of his plate, yet he's still hungry by the end of it. He nearly starts crying when the waiter asks them if they'll take dessert and Naomi declines. He's starting to wonder if that little piece of duck was worth sitting through lunch with her.

"That sounds like you're turning this into a wonderful event, mother, Anna must be delighted," Castiel compliments.

"Oh, you know your sister," Naomi waves it off. "It sure feels like a nice opportunity to introduce your new beau to everyone."

Dean frowns. What's a beau? Is that him? That's not him, right?

"I wouldn't dare take any attention away from Anna," Castiel tries to refuse.

"Don't be daft, you know your sister won't care. Everyone will be so happy that you've finally found-" she passes a long look, over Dean, like she's doubting anyone would actually approve of him. She certainly doesn't seem to, "-someone," she finishes lamely.

"Oh shoot, I don't think I'm available that night," Dean tries to play off.

"I'm not sure I've told you the date of it yet."

"Cas did," he says. The other man perks up at the surname, but whatever, 'Castiel' is a mouthful. "And I have this huh work thing, you know? Bummer," Dean says with a fake pout.

"What kind of 'work thing' can a mechanic possibly have on a Saturday evening?"

Dean tenses up, pursing his lips. "One he can't get out of?"

"Nonsense, you're coming," Naomi brushes off. And that is that apparently. Shit. There is a vein about to pop on Castiel's forehead. "Castiel, dear, you look a little white. Was the fish okay?"

"I-Yeah-I-Actually, do you think we could possibly cut our lunch short? I am indeed feeling quite unwell."

"Of course, my dear," Naomi says, leaning forward until her hand touches his forehead. "You're as clammy as a fish. I should come home with you, and make sure you're okay," she announces, taking her napkin off her lap and deposing it on the table, ready to stand up.

"No!" Castiel stops her, a little too brusquely. "I-Dean will take good care of me, don't worry," he says, getting up and grabbing Dean's arm so he does so too. Dean follows his lead, all too happy to get out of here. "Stay and enjoy your tea, mother."

"If you say so," Naomi says, sending an unsure look at Dean, obviously upset at being brushed off in his favor. "Call me this evening, or I'll worry all night."

"Of course, mother," Castiel acquiesces, kissing her cheek. Dean hovers behind him. Is he supposed to kiss her too? Wave hello? Shake her hand?

"Dean," she says as what is apparently a sufficient goodbye. Thank God. "I'll be sure to see you on Saturday," she reminds just as they're walking away.

Cas turns on him as soon as they're outside the restaurant.

"What was that?!" he asks, not quite yelling. He starts pacing, rubbing a hand through his already pretty ruffled hair.

"You owing me five hundred bucks? Dude, you're lucky I don't charge you more for the fresh hell I just lived through."

"You went through hell? You?!" his pacing gets faster and Dean has an idea that if he stops pacing he might punch him in the face.

"That's what you get for asking this kind of stuff from a perfect stranger," Dean shrugs, pushing a pebble with the point of his shoe. His red sock is peeking out from a tiny hole near his big toe. It's such a contrast to how grand everything and everyone looked in there. It's making him feel like shit. He's maybe feeling a tiny bit guilty for trapping Castiel like that too. He doesn't seem like a bad guy, albeit one with a psycho mom.

Cas turns on him, eyes glaring and mouth open in what will probably be a flow of reproaches. He stops himself before he says anything though, seeming to deflate. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe instead, shoulders falling. "I'm sorry. You're right. I should be thanking you. I have no right to make you any reproach when I brought this on myself."

"It wasn't so bad, though, was it? I mean, I think I sold it?" Dean asks, a little hesitant. He even used pedantic talk and everything.

"You did as well as could be expected."

"That's not much of a compliment…".

"I shouldn't take more of your time," Cas apologizes, taking his wallet out. Dean goggles at the amount of cash in there.

"You really shouldn't have that much cash on you, that's, like, asking for trouble."

Castiel squints at him like he's wondering if that means Dean is gonna rob him for a moment, before he hands him a wad of cash.

Dean's eyes bulge out, "That's way more than five hundred dollars."

"There's also an advance in there to buy some clothes for the engagement party."

"The what now?" Dean blinks dumbly for a second until his brain catches up to what is happening. "Dude, no, I'm done!"

"You were the one to push it so far in the first place," Castiel reminds. Accuses, really.

"I just wanted to eat fancy food, okay! Not, like, go steady."

"There will be lots of food at my sister's engagement party," Castiel tries to persuade. Badly.

Dean gives him a nonplussed look. The cash feels heavy in his hand. He's never had so much before. This could help him get a new start. What's a night of playing Downton Abbey compared to the many many nights he might not have to freeze his ass off in the backseat of his car thanks to it?

"Why are you even doing this anyway? And why would you choose me? Do I look that desperate for cash?"

"No," Cas says after what's definitely a too long pause. Dean scowls. "You were in front of me in the coffee shop line. I heard you talking on the phone. You said you needed some cash to buy a new outfit for a job interview. Begged, really."

"Where the fuck do you get on listening in on other people’s conversation?"

"I didn't listen, I just heard."

"You know, what? Fuck you," Dean spits, "I don't need that bullshit in my life right now." He has enough cash to get to Austin and replenish his stock of food, even buy some new clothes. At least this way he can keep his dignity rather than being insulted by a bunch of rich assh-

"Please," Castiel begs, following him as Dean storms away. "You don't understand…"

"Oh I understand perfectly," Dean says, stopping and turning around so brusquely that they nearly bump into each other. "You think you can shit on other people from your high horse and that they'll still do your deed for a few hundred bucks. Well, I'm not your freaking puppet, man."

"I have never shitted on any-" he stops himself with a frustrated groan, before turning on the puppy dog eyes. "Dean, please. Listen to what I have to say at least?"

"I know what you're gonna say. I've seen that movie before, Cas. You're going to bring me to that party, so you can parade me around like I'm some earned price or some shit. Meanwhile you get to appease mommy dearest and the clan of hyenas putting pressure on you to find a husband, while still having the satisfaction of giving them a huge fuck you by bringing a guy like me instead of the golden boy they're dreaming of."

"I-" Castiel stops himself, pursing his lips. "That's actually not that far from the reality."

"Of course it isn't. Told you, I've seen that trope before. Except this is real life and your plan sucks, so you can keep your money and I'll keep my dignity. Just grow a pair and tell them all to fuck off, will ya?"

"You sure do like saying that to people," Castiel sulks. "Are you sure you can't do it for me?"

"Oh believe me I would love to tell your mom to fuck off, but I like my balls attached to my body, so that's a hard pass."

Castiel laughs slightly at that and Dean can feel his own anger start to abate at the sound. "Good self-preservation instinct on your part," Cas mumbles. The puppy look is still there, except now it's making him feel like he's kicked the puppy.

"You know, we're in the 21st century, right? You shouldn't feel pressured to the point of inventing a boyfriend. Who gives a shit about that nowadays?"

"My family does," Castiel answers in a long sigh. "You don't get it, how could you... I have three brothers, Dean," Castiel explains. "Two sisters. My little sister, who is just nineteen, just got engaged. I was already seen as the irremediably unwed one and now I…," he pauses, sending a nervous look at Dean, looking ashamed.

"Oh come on. How hard can it be? You're rich, objectively good looking. Do you have weird kinks or something?"

"I-I wouldn't know. I've never even been in a relationship before," he confesses, looking at the ground.

"When you say 'relationship', you don't mean you've never…" Dean inquires. Cas' cheeks redden, and Dean blows like he just got punched. "Wow. That sucks."

"Yes, it's very pathetic."

"What? Eh no, it's not pathetic. Surprising, yeah. But, to each their own, you know?"

Cas inclines his head like he's not sure he does know.

"I'm sorry I tried to drag you in all of this. You seem like a good man. You don't deserve-"

"-to be served on a platter to your family?" Dean asks, searching Castiel's gaze until they exchange a smile.

"Yes. That." The man is still looking dejected. The money is still in Dean's hand. That duck really was good. Damn it.

"The food better be freaking awesome," Dean relents with a frustrated grunt. Castiel seems instantly relieved. "And you're not pretty woman-ing me," he warns, pointing a finger at the other man. "I'm choosing my own clothes and I don't give a shit if I don't know which fork to use for fish."

Castiel's head is tilted and he's blinking owlishly, like he doesn't understand a word that Dean is saying. Figures. He's not sure how he could convince anyone that he's this dork's boyfriend, honestly. Naomi certainly looked like she wasn't fooled.

"I'm sorry for the way my mother behaved toward you. I assure you, being yourself will be amply sufficient to the task."

"Dude, the way y'all talk, where do you come from, Victorian England?"

"I-I don't think I have English ancestry, no. Why?"

They blink at each other for some time.

"I must be a freaking masochist."

Cas' face scrunches up even more in incomprehension.

"Okay, let's be clear on one thing from the start. This is not a lifetime movie and I'm straight, so: no falling in love, get it?"

"I get it, Dean," Castiel nods.

Well, that's it then, apparently Dean is going to a fancy engagement party with his new boyfriend. What a weird day...

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years ago

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The One Where Everything Goes Wrong - 1

Summary - Dean Winchester is the most charming man you have ever met so when he asks you out on a date, you say yes because what can be better than going on a date with Dean but sometimes somethings don't go the way you have planned them.

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader; Sam Winchester

Warning - Fluff, Angst-ish, mentions of hydrophobia, and fear of sharks, panic attack

Word Count - 2550

A/N - This is a collaboration with @miss-nerd95/. @bucky--barnes . It has been planned and written by both of us. This will be a two parter! Hope you like it.

Spn dividers by @talesmaniac89

You threw your head back, groaning in frustration. There wasn't a single piece of clothing that you felt was appropriate for your date. Skimming through the closet for the third time, you glared at all the different pieces of flannels, flip side of being a hunter, before you finally noticed the long floral dress at the back of your closet.

“This will work,” you muttered to yourself as you picked the dress, happy that you found something worthy.

Dean Winchester, a name that was enough to make the demons of hell and the angels of heaven tremble with fear but for you he was just Dean, the man who had successfully stolen your heart at the very first ‘hello’, so you needed the date to be perfect. Even though you were head over heels for him, you never uttered a single word about how you felt and neither did he. The fear of being rejected by him, hearing him say that he didn't feel the same kept your mouth sealed shut for a long time.

So it all came as a surprise when you were lying on the bed in a motel room with aching muscles because of a rough hunt and mind filled with the vicious words exchanged between you and Dean and the door to your room slightly opened, revealing the said man standing in the doorway with an unreadable look on his face. It all happened so quickly as Dean crossed the room in long strides to stand at the foot of your bed and confess his feelings for you, no longer wanting to hide it in case something bad happened.

After putting on your dress, as you touched up on your makeup, you smiled softly remembering the fond memory of his lips on yours for the first time that night before he asked you out on date. You looked at yourself in the mirror feeling content with how you looked.

Yet unbeknownst to you, Dean was running around in the bunker like a headless chicken trying to plan the perfect date.

“Will you sit down for a minute?” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother who was pacing across the war room, eyes focused on the floor, lost in thought.

“She loves junk food right?” Dean asked, at which all Sam wanted to do was punch him.

“You know her better than me, but to answer your question, yes, she loves all those greasy food items which increase your body cholesterol. No wonder you're made for each other, but I really feel sorry for when you'll have kids,” the younger Winchester smirked.

“Stop teasing, you don't get it! I love her, Sammy-”

“I don't get it? Dude, I was the one who was sick of both of you dancing around each other,” Sam grumbled, “if it wasn't for me pushing you out of that door back after that hunt, you wouldn't have asked her out. Now stop freaking out like a fifteen year old going on his first date!”

“I'm not freaking out. I'm just nervous,” Dean said.

“Wow, would you look at that? Dean Winchester, the ladies’ man, is nervous about a date,” Sam chuckled.

“Shut up.” Sam rolled his eyes at the green eyed hunter for the second time that morning, “She makes me nervous. What if I fuck up?”

“Don't worry. Everything will be fine. I just can't believe I'm the one giving you dating advice right now.”

“Shut. Up. And I know it's going to be fine. I have it all planned out. A visit to the aquarium and then a little picnic underneath the stars, she's going to fall in love with me,” Dean made a sound which resembled a giggling teenage boy.

Sam was grinning until he processed the words. “Wait. An aquarium?”

“Yeah, why are you saying it like that-”

“Dean,” you stepped into the war room, interrupting the brothers. Out of habit, you were about to bite your lip but you remembered the lipstick you had put on, so you just settled for playing with the ring on your finger, waiting for their reaction.

Both the Winchesters just stared at you, mouth opened which made you more anxious. Was there something on your face? Shit, you looked around the War Room where Dean had asked you to meet once you were ready, why didn't they have any mirrors in here?

Clearing your throat, you shifted your gaze on the man standing beside his brother, the latter sitting on one of the chairs of the table. He looked dapper in the dark jean jacket which he traded for his usual plaid and contrasted it with a plain white tee he wore underneath Although you loved seeing him wrapped in flannel,this new look of his made you go weak in the knees and you sure would have melted into a puddle on the spot had Sam not interrupted your thoughts.

"You look beautiful, Y/N." He harshly nudged Dean, at which the latter glared at him before looking back at you. Nodding, he almost sounded like he was in a daze. "Yeah, you look great, sweetheart."

You blushed, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, "Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself. Shall we go? You still haven't told me where we're going Dean."

Sam got up from his seat and spoke hurriedly, "Yeah about that, Dean, I don't think-"

Dean narrowed his eyes, "I'm telling you for the third time, shut up. Don't ruin the surprise."

"But-"

"Nope, we're going now. Sweetheart, are you comfortable in those heels? We may have to walk a bit."

You waved goodbye at Sam, who dejectedly sat back down, pinching the bridge of his nose once you were out of the door. This was going to end in a disaster.

“Milady.” Dean held Baby's door open for you, one hand on the handle and another on the window of the black impala. The tips of his ears turned red when your hand touched his as you slid into the passenger's seat.

You gave him a nervous smile, as he walked to the other side and got into the driver's side, pulling the Impala out of the Bunker’s garage

You looked out of the window as Baby’s engine purred, the scenery familiar as you drove out. Glancing at him, you prodded, "Can you please tell me where we're going? You know I don't like surprises."

Dean's tongue peeked out to sweep across his bottom lip, as he stole a glance your way. He chuckled before focusing back on the road.

"You'll find out when we get there." You huffed in annoyance, crossing your arms indignantly as you looked away.

"Aw, sweetheart don't be like that." Rolling your eyes, you held in a smile as you shook your head. "Not until you tell me where we're going."

Dean laughed at your pout, "I can just tell you that you're gonna love it.

You uncrossed your hands, your left tracing the outline of the almost rolled down window, the other on the seat beside you. A blush crept up your cheek when you felt his hand clasp yours, fingers entangling.

"I guess I'll let you off the hook just this once. But at least tell me how much time we need to get there."

He squeezed your hands in his as he beamed at you, eyes shining. "We're almost there. We ain't leaving Kansas City."

And so you relaxed as you moved closer to him, your head resting on his shoulder until a huge building with 'Sea Life' written on it with pictures of the habitats of the same appeared in front of you.You visibly paled as you realized that the Aquarium was where you were heading, thankful that Dean couldn't see your face.

"We're going in there?"

You felt him nod lightly. "Yup!"

Why he didn't notice the quiver in your voice you didn't know, but you surely heard the excitement in his as he parked the car. And that's when you decided, you were going to tough it out, everything else be damned.

After all, it wasn't everyday that you went on dates with Dean; if you could face the vampires that killed your parents, you could certainly walk through those rooms which had glass separating you from water and the creatures-

Nope, you weren't going to think about it.

But as he got out of the car and walked towards your side, offering his hand to you with a shy smile, you returned it. You climbed out of Baby, taking his hand into yours.

Well, this could work if you put all of your attention on Dean instead of, uh… your surroundings.

You could feel your heart beating loudly against your chest as you walked through the doors, Dean showing them the tickets and the hopeful look he sent your way made you swallow your apprehension and the request him to move your date someplace else. You nodded at him, somehow conjuring up a small smile for his sake.

Showing you the small catalogue, he started listing the types of the creatures that were in the aquarium, telling you that there was a special exhibit they had just built and couldn't wait to see it. You could tell that he had planned this out and you just couldn't mess it up. You knew he was loving the aquarium tour since you had seen him spending time in the Dean Cave - watching Shark week.

His hand was still in yours as he pulled you towards the first tank and you immediately closed your eyes when you saw that you were nearing the big blue filled with small blobs of other colors, not realizing that you had stopped until you felt a tug, opening them to see beautiful green orbs narrowed in concern.

"You okay, Y/N?"

You bit your bottom lip, a small "Yeah," coming out of your mouth, hoping he was convinced.

Well, as it turned out, he did. You shoved your face in his shoulder, thankful for the double layers on his skin because he couldn't feel your breaths becoming rapid as the room became colder the further you walked in, but at least you had Dean, a literal human furnace to distract you, his hand warm in yours.

"You're excited right?" His voice was giddy as he asked. "Of course," you answered, cringing at the high pitch of yours.

When you finally reached it, you left his side to go to the small metal plate at one end of the exhibit bearing the information as he looked at the fishes, "Hey Y/N, you gotta see this one, it's called an Angel fish. It looks awesome with streaks of brown and black. Don't you think it kinda looks like Cas?" You laughed at that, but you weren't going to look at the fish, not even if your life depended on it.

"Yeah! Click a picture to show Sam later. This is really interesting," you pointed at the small panel without turning your gaze.

Well that trick of yours worked for the rest of the tanks. At least for some time it worked.

Dean slipped his hand back into yours, squeezing it, "Now it's time for the special thing I told you about." You didn't know if you were feeling offended or worried that Dean didn't notice the way you were behaving.

A wry smile tugged at your lips as you saw what he was referring to. It was a dome, a tunnel you had to walk through while the water surrounded you from three sides, and you shook your head, pulling him away from the entrance of the tunnel.

"Hey, you know what Dean, we haven't kissed once during our date. It feels wrong, let's go make out in the washrooms or something." He was taken aback by your sudden brashness but he licked his lips, a smirk etching on his face, "I did think of it, but I wanna make this as cheesy as possible. I wanna kiss you on the second part of the date."

All colour drained from your skin as your eyes widened, "What second part?"

And for the first time that day, Dean frowned which made you feel bad. "I thought that this was going good. I had just planned a picnic after this. Don't worry, if you're not having fun, we can directly go home. The exit is at the end of the tunnel."

You groaned in frustration. "No, no! I'm having fun. Trust me, I am enjoying this! Now let's go." You had survived without any mishap till now and you could do this. All you had to do was walk. Or so you thought.

The moment you stepped in, Dean hurried to the glass, you decidedly not looking anywhere else but the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Y/N look, a shark!" He grabbed your face moving your head towards it and your breath caught in your throat and not in a good way.

You trembled, pushing Dean away to sit down, your head cradled in your hands as you pulled your knees closer, trying to think about something else but even with your eyes closed, the blue glow given off in the silent environment still seeped in through your eyelids and all you could think of was the big fish on the other side of the glass.

You didn't know what happened next, all you could feel was the rapid pounding of your heart, your sweaty hands and not being able to breathe.

Dean kneeled next to you, dumbstruck at how the date went sideways, unable to know what was happening or do anything, fear creeping in as he froze. Normally he was quick at thinking on gun point, but seeing you on the floor like that puzzled him. “Sweetheart, what is it?Please say something.”

You tried to talk but you couldn't. You were shaking and it was impossible for you to form any sort of coherent words. “I-out.” You choked out .And that was all it took for Dean to get into action, putting one arm under your knees and another on your back as he picked you up in bridal style, making sure that your dress was positioned properly before running out of the exit towards the Impala. He could feel you shiver in his arms, cursing under his breath as he quickly unlocked the car and sat you on the back seat.

He held your hands, rubbing your palms, blowing on them as he whispered, "Hey, look at me. You're okay. We're out of there. We're never going in again. Breathe. I'm here with you." Over and over again in your ears.

You tried matching your breath with his as you eventually calmed down. You took a few minutes as your breath evened out before you opened your eyes, only to see the worry in those beautiful green ones again.

The ride back to the Bunker was short and silent. You didn't say anything, you didn't know what to say, feeling that it was your fault as you looked at Dean's scrunched up eyebrows through your peripheral vision.

What you didn't know was that Dean felt the exact same.

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lovingpartydeputyeagle · 4 years ago

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Notes: Hi lyric and I guess Naomi, so for this story I basically tried to make it like tutor sessions but I wanted to put my own twist on it to make it like some of the other stories that I have been reading here’s a little disclaimer basically Lyric is the main character and Naomi is her best friends or her side character or whatever and there is a brief mention of hawks but the love interest or whatever is Dabi yeah. I wrote it on here cause like no one knows that I have tumbler I didn’t want to do it on wattpad. Hopefully you like this 😐

It was the first day back to school and over the summer you had gone through a horrible break up which wasn't the best way to spend summer but your entire focus was gonna be on school this year no more relationships. You thought to yourself.

As you entered you first period, you see your friend Naomi... she called you over "hey Lyric! come sit by me" you then walked over to your seat and set everything down while the rest of the kids came into the classroom.

As the class began your teacher projects "welcome back to school students my name is Mr.Jean and this year you will be taking AP history or in other words advanced history". "This year we have two students who are sophomores but were allowed to take this upper class because of their high GPA."

"Their names are Lyric and Naomi if you turn and look back they are sitting in the corner" Everyone turned to look back at you guys for about 5 seconds and for the most part you thought nothing of it, but this one guys with black hair and burn marks who was quite cute in your eyes stared a little longer. The guy sitting next to him with blonde hair grabbed him and said "dude turn around don't be a creep".

The teacher sighs, "Hawks and Dabi please don't forget that you guys are retaking this class because you goofed off last year, you're seniors get it together."

They both looked embarrassed and you kinda felt bad for them, you look over to see Naomi not even paying attention to them though, that made you a little upset since her and the blonde would definitely look good together.

As class ended you went to your other 5 courses, and thank god that you didn't have to see your ex since you guys didn't have any periods together. That made you super relieved, it was about 6:00 and you were done with cheer practice. You headed back to your dorm where Naomi already had been since she didn't do much after school. You were able to stay on campus in high school because of dual enrolment.

You dropped your things and plopped on your bed, you weren't planning on going to sleep because you wanted to shower but Naomi forgot to wake you up even though you told her 10 times to wake you up!. It was the next day 8:00 Am to be specific and class started at 7:45 you were late...or at least you were gonna be REALLY late ! You jumped up and quickly yelled "Naomi ! Wake up ! ....we are so late you didn't wake me up last night or set an alarm ! UHHH!"

"Lyric calm down, I fell asleep and couldn't wake you it's just class." "You are only mad cause you might see Your ex Todoroki in the halls because he's usually late to class too. You reply "uhh okay yeah maybe, anyways wait for me until I get out the shower we might as well be really late cause I don't wanna go to class smelly" You both got ready and headed to your first period where you saw Dabi and Hawks, something about Dabi had you so intrigued but uu didn’t know what it was. The entire class period you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

When class ended you quickly snapped out of it and thought about the promise you made to yourself after what you went through with Todoroki, boys would not be something that distracted you. At lunch you sat with Naomi and told her that she should definitely get with Hawks cause they would look so good together. She responded “don’t think that I didn’t notice the way you were looking at Dabi the whole class, let’s talk about that.

You looked confused and responded “no he’s not my type”.... “Who’s not your type?” said a deep voice coming from behind you, “oh um hi ! You responded “you’re in my first period right” “yeah my name is Dabi and this is Hawks, can we sit here?” Naomi nodded “yeah definitely, we weren’t talking about anything serious.”

He smirks “oh okay...that’s good to hear ladies”

Hawks turns and starts to have a conversation with Naomi while Dabi turns and faces towards you. He laughs “so I mean I can hear pretty good, who is this guy that’s not really your type”.....you blush “oh um that was just a little inside joke I promise , it’s nothing to dwell on. He says “hmm okay whatever you say, so how are you liking Mr jeans class Lyric, it must be so easy because you were able to get in because of your high GPA.”

You respond “to be honest the work seems kind of hard, harder than I expected” Dabi says “oh so “smartie” can’t even get that mans work done he’s such a pain in the ass.” You think to yourself wow this guy is pretty funny...maybe I shouldn’t push him away.

He says in his monotone voice “well since we both seem to be struggling...maybe we could have a study sesh, ya know for the upcoming quiz next week”. You respond “uhm yeah this Saturday right after the football game I can come to your dorm” his face lights up “yeah that’s perfect since I’m playing in the game, and your a cheerleader right”? “yeah, uh yeah I am”you responded.

Fast forward to Saturday you and Naomi head to the field and she wishes you good luck. You start to get in formation while you see Dabi warming up, he smiles at you. You turn around quickly because the game is starting. You and your squad are about to go on, you see Dabi from the corner of your eye looking your way...omg why does he have to be so hot it’s making me nervous you think to yourself. Uh I’m gonna forget the routine.

Luckily you didn’t forget and everything went just as planned. When the game ended it was around 8:00 Pm, You and Naomi headed away from the bleachers when you heard that same deep voice of Dabi yell “Hey! Lyric and Naomi” you both turn around to see him and Hawks running . Hawks says “hey Naomi we are still on for hanging out ?” She reply’s “uh yeah totally”, Dabi says “yeah Lyric we are still on too right?” You responded yes and then He hugged you goodbye that gave you butterflies.

You and Naomi make it back to the dorms, she smirks “I didn’t know you and Dabi had a little thing going onnnn...” you rolled your eyes “we are just studying, plus I’m pretty sure you and Hawks will be doing way more stuff than us tonight .She replied “yeah okay whatever you say I knew I was right, don’t let Todoroki hold you back, not everyone is like him” you ignored her and you guys proceeded to each get in the shower and then get ready.

When you both were finished you realized that it worked perfectly because while Hawks went to you and Naomi’s dorm you would be gone, and while you were at Dabi’s dorm Hawks would be gone. You saw the blonde approaching you...he asked “so Lyric is Naomi ready?, Dabi is ready for you and our dorm is 5b2 just in case you forgot. You reply “uh yeah Naomi is ready, okay bye”

You knocked on Dabi’s dorm and he hugged you again, everything was surprisingly neat and it smelled really, really good. He says “uhm you can sit at the desk I’ll be there in a minute I have to get my books” he came running back and sat right next you. “Okay so we are just taking notes for the study guide” you said he responded “yeah”.

He then wrote his name on the paper [dabi ackerman] your eyes quickly opened wide you thought... no, no way AKERMAN!? the same last name as Todoroki ? You asked “um akerman..that’s your last name don’t tell me you have a brother named Todoroki?”

He responded “uh yeah I do actually he’s in the same grade as you right..how do you know him?” You sigh “we dated last year and ended things over the summer” he looks shocked “ohhh you were the girl he was talking about, yeah my brother is a total piece of shit when it comes to relationships” he puts his hand on your thighs and reassures you “but i promise I’m nothing like him”

He slowly moves his fingers up your thigh “hey Lyric, tell me did you really come here to just study” you responded “well...that was my intention bu-

He cuts of your sentence and kisses you, “I know you didn’t, you can’t be as innocent as you look”. He grabs your hips and lays you down on the bed as he starts to unbuckle his belt, You could see how hard he was through his pants. You gave in, even though he was Todoroki’s brother you wanted to have some fun so you entertained the situation.

You pulled off his black tank top and put your hands in his pants, you then pulled him on the bed and got on top of him. You could see that he was very turned on and the mood was set because of course he already had music playing. You started to kiss his stomach all the way down to his dick.

You put your lips on the tip and his head titled back in pleasure “uh yeah fuck just like that” he then stood up over you and put his hands around your neck “be a good girl like you claim to be, and put the whole thing in your mouth” you did as he said, he still had his head tilted back as tears were running down your face and black eyeliner was dripping, you pulled yourself back and only focused on tip knowing that was his most sensitive place.

He said “oh so your being a bad girl, looks like I’ll have to punish you”. He pulled you up by your hair and pushed you on the bed, he groaned “panties off NOW” you looked away and thought “damn I didn’t wear any” he smirked “oh so you must wanna get torn up” he proceeded to start licking his way down your stomach then he pulled your sweats off with his mouth.

“Oh so no panties, your such a slut baby girl” he pulled your sweats off and kept eye contact with you. As he spit on your cunt, he stuck out his tongue and licked up and down your clit, the metal from his tongue piercing felt so good...you moaned..“uh- yea- !” He whispered “shhh other people will hear you”.

You moaned “uhhh I’- im cumming Dabi, you came in his mouth he smirked “does that turn you on..the thought that other people could hear you being a whore?” ..without warning he put 2 fingers in you moving in and out fast. “Dabi please! I- I can’t anymore... he laughed “yeah you can and you will, this tight little pussy needs stretching Lyric. He put his hand on your thighs and pulled your legs over his neck while he destroyed your cunt. You put your hand around his hands for support as you felt yourself coming close to your edge.

Dabi notices you tighten around his fingers and says “we can’t have my bad little slut cumming 2 times in a row” he gets up off his knees and turns you around so your ass is up. He takes your shirt off and fondles your titties, you move back pressing yourself on his dick “you’re so needy, you just can’t wait to have my cock inside you darling..huh?”

He teases your pussy by rubbing up against you, you sigh “please Dabi put it in I can’t take it anymore I want you inside of me !” He waste no time and starts ramming into your cunt. Dabi groans “your so fucking tight I’m gonna give you my baby” you cry “it feels so good DEEPER! please” not knowing what you got yourself into he puts his full length in you.

It was so big and thick that you couldn’t feel your legs, Dabi notices and pulls you up by putting one arm around your waist and the other on your neck. He turns your head around and presses his lips against yours...while saliva is dripping from both of your mouths.

You feel his cock twitching inside you, he knows your legs are giving out but he turns on his back and says “ride” you did as he said and started to bounce on his dick, he moans “f- fuck yeah baby girl cum on my dick” you kept riding until you couldn’t do it anymore you felt yourself coming close to an orgasm again but you fell on his chest.

He grabbed your ass and started to thrust hard into your cunt, you could feel it so deep in your stomach. You moaned “d- Dabi I’m cumming please give me your baby” you felt his dick twitching inside you and he released his load while his blue eyes were staring into yours.

You both exhale and lay on your backs he laughs “damn we just did that” you laugh “yeah...give me your number, I kinda like you. He says “yeah I like you too Lyric”. You guys exchange numbers and then you guys put back on your clothes..he notices that your legs are still shaking.

He giggles “I’m gonna carry you back to your dorm” you said okay... you got onto his back and you guys made it to the dorm where Naomi and Hawks were together. Dabi knocked and said “hey open up” !nobody answered so yall figured that they must’ve went to sleep together.

Dabi then carried you back to his dorm and said “well I guess you can sleep here tonight” you got into his bed and he cuddled you . Not knowing that you were awake, he whispered “I hope we can do this again soon, I know you’re the one.” You smiled and fell asleep with him.

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emachinescat · 4 years ago

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This is part of an ongoing series of vignettes where Mac is crashing in Loft 4D. This collection of stories is going to eventually be a part of a larger series of crossovers where characters from different fandoms crash at the loft for a short time. (Nick calls them "crashers.") These first few stories take place right after the Sandbox for MacGyver, and a few months before Jess moves in for New Girl. :)

Title: Moments with Mac: The Favor | Series: The Tenants of Loft 4D | Fandoms: MacGyver & New Girl

Summary: Coach receives a call from Jack Dalton, an old friend of his dad’s, with an odd request. Can Jack’s army buddy crash in the loft for a few weeks? Coach can’t refuse - mostly because he’s terrified of Jack.

Characters: Jack Dalton, Coach

Words: 620

TW: None

AO3 Tags: Crossover, Humor, Friendship, Pre-Season/Series 01, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Loft Antics

Full chapter here or on AO3!

When Coach answered his phone on a stormy Monday evening, he was expecting to have to chew out a telemarketer (he didn't recognize the number). Instead, he heard a southern drawl that he barely recognized, as it had been years since he'd last heard it.

"Ernie Tagliaboo," said the voice. "It's been a while."

Coach pulled the phone away from his ear, made a face at it as he tried to remember where he'd heard that voice before. And then it hit him.

"...Jack?"

"Hey, kiddo." Coach could hear the gentle smile in the older man's voice. After he and his family had left Texas years ago, he hadn't expected to see or hear from his dad's old friend again, even though he knew they kept in touch. Such was the life of an army brat. "How're ya doin'?"

Instead of answering Jack's question, Coach informed, "I don't go by Ernie anymore. It's Coach."

Jack chuckled. "Not a fan of your first name, huh? I know someone else just like you." He paused, then his voice turned serious. "He's actually why I'm calling you."

Coach racked his brain for why on earth his dad's old friend would be calling him about some random person Coach didn't even know.

Jack continued, so thankfully Coach didn't have to come up with something to say. "I was talking to your old man just the other day, and he mentioned you're in L.A."

Quite uncomfortable at this point, Coach just said, "Yep." He popped the "p" at the end.

"So listen, man, I normally wouldn't ask this, but I'm kinda in a tight spot. I just finished a tour in Afghanistan and I'm heading back to L.A. with a buddy of mine I met over there - he lives in L.A. too - and I've been approached with a job offer for us, but the interview process is intense, and I'll be stuck at the, uh, office for a few weeks."

Coach made a face. "A two-week interview?"

"Uh, yeah. Sort of. It's a job at a think tank, so I think they want to keep things confiden-"

Coach couldn't help it. He laughed. Loudly.

"Ha, ha," said Jack flatly. "Anyway, my army buddy, he's had a rough tour. I mean, we both have. And his roommate chose the exact worst time to be out of town for some kind of film conference or whatever. I really don't want to leave the kid alone for two weeks after just getting back home. I found out you were in the area, and I did background checks on you and your roommates-"

"You background checked us?"

"I'm thorough," was all Coach got in explanation. "Anyway, even though one of them has the lowest credit score I've ever seen and the other one is married to his job, they seem like good enough people. So what do you say?"

Coach blinked. "To what?"

"Letting my buddy crash with you until I get done tying up loose ends with this job, or his roommate comes back. Whichever comes first."

Coach's first instinct was to say no. Coach didn't do things for people out of the kindness of his heart, certainly not things that might put him out in any way. And the only house guests he and the guys entertained were the ones who just stayed the one night. Not random strangers who just got out of the army. Certainly not dudes.

But then he remembered that Jack was in the army. His dad had actually said he'd been a Delta. Those guys were huge, and terrifying. And Jack probably knew seventeen, maybe even eighteen ways to kill him.

Voice two octaves higher than normal, Coach agreed, "Sure, can't wait."

#new girl #macgyver 2016 #jack dalton #new girl coach #crossover #fanfiction #humor #friendship #pre-series #for both shows #loft antics #so it begins #fic #fanfic #vignette #short #emcatwrites

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yaboymercury · 6 years ago

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Gassy Lessons - Fourth class: Sports

Jay had been attending his 'Fart training' with Mr Watts for about a week and half and he was beginning to build up a good technique. He had adjusted his diet slightly and learned some better ways off letting out the gas, according to his teacher it was becoming quite impressive. Between moments of flirtatious farting with his science teacher, he told Jay that he was maybe ready to test out his gas on other people. He didn't really understand what this meant but he took it into consideration.

It was his last class of the day sports, it was the season for team sports which he usually enjoyed but not having any proper friends in his group he found it pretty boring. The lesson started off with them all getting changed in one of the locker rooms while they waited for their coach. During this time most students chatted with their friends but Jay just stood in the corner of the room and just waited for the lesson to start while changing, he didn't mind embracing the mysterious loner stereotype for just one year. Unfortunately it wasn't so uneventful on this particular day as a group of guys decided they wanted to be pricks.

"Hey man nice haircut" One guy called at Jay in a sarcastic way. At this time Jay was sporting a buzzcut but when guys wanted to be rude he guessed they just made fun of anything. He just rolled his eyes in response.

Another called since the first remark didn't get a response "Oi nice ass man bet your boyfriend loves it." While his friends laughed at this Jay just found it funny, and he did have a nice ass he had to admit. But he knew a good way to respond to the guys.

He stepped a bit closer to them which confused them "Well guys when you get a closer look it really isn't that 'nice'" Be turned around sticking his butt towards them and lifted one leg in an exaggerated manner.

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"The fuck man!" The guys immediately began complaining and Jay was proud. He had filled the close vicinity with his own wretched stink cloud. The assholes drew their sports shirts over their noses as they looked at Jay saying shit like 'dude that reeks' and 'that's fucking disgusting'. Jay just chuckled to himself as he finished changing, while he'd gotten stares from the rest of the room with some waving their hands in front of their noses while others laughed with Jay he had gotten the perfect reaction. He considered that he might be happier with the label of gassy mysterious loner.

Soon after however while the hint of stink was still lingering the coach entered, however his only reaction was slightly raised eyebrows after a quick sniff. He was another one of the many teachers Jay found attractive having a muscular but shorter than average frame which he made up for with his intimidating face giving off a serious energy, his semi-permanent frown hid what would be considered a handsome stubble covered face with a masculine short black haircut.

He told the students to follow him out to one of the fields of the school telling them they would be playing football today, split into two teams and he would be refereeing as well as giving them critiques.

Jay wasn't the best football player and as the game started up he remembered just how little he really understood some of the more minute rules. After just a few minutes of the game while he attempted to get involved and steal the ball from another player, everything stopped and apparently his technique was considered a foul. When the coach had to get involved he wanted to stop the conflict as soon as possible and gave Jay a red card making him leave the game and stand by him for the rest of the match, Jay wasn't really that invested in a game he didn't care about to he went without hesitation enjoying the thought of just being lazy for the rest of the hour.

Jay was ordered to stand next to the coach and watch the game to maybe learn something, but Jay really didn't care for sports. He instead was much more interested in eyeing up the coach and attempting to remain subtle. The man had a bulbous ass and him wearing the tight gym shorts made it look amazing. Despite all the gassy interactions Jay had been having with teachers recently, nothing could stop the young man's sex drive.

Jay had only been standing next to the the stoic teacher for a couple minutes when his stomach gurgled. It was obviously the Triple egg and cheese sandwich he had eaten for lunch kicking in. Jay was still riding high on the confidence he got from gassing out the changing room and he was kind of interested in seeing how his serious coach would react. So he raised his leg once again garnering a glance from the man next to him.

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It wasn't loud enough for the students playing to hear but the coach obviously had and was now surrounded in a fog of Jay's eggy wrath which he was proud of as he took an loud sniff.

"Phew that's a stinker don't ya think?" He was playing it up but as this point he didn't care, he was having too much fun.

For the first time in what seemed like forever Jay saw the man smile it was mischevious but the way it made the man look almost made Jay's legs buckle, he was hot. And to get that reaction from a fart was interesting.

"Huh turns out there is some potential in this class." Even though the statement was about farts, the stinky boy blushed at it. While he was still in shock however the coach smirked and leaned away from him and turned his ass a bit in his direction.

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It was a roar of malodorous wind blasting warmth on Jay on the cold day, but it reeked of rotting meat.

"Try that one on for size." The deep voice said to Jay who was staring back at the teacher as well as making to look at the ass which shot out the gas which was making him cough, at least he has an excuse to.

Jay attempted to recompose himself next to the teacher who had resumed staring at the game. The student still had some gas in his tank and thought he should probably kick it up a notch, be more bold. He stepped closer to the coach after he checked to see no students were looking and stuck his ass out to touch against the side of Coach's waist.

"What are you-"

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It rumbled deeply against the man's waist and once it was done Jay strolled back whistling at the eggy stink he had forced onto the teacher who was looking at Jay with a pleased shock and after he took a deep intentional sniff he even grimaced a bit making Jay exceptionally happy.

"How's that taste Coach?" Jay asked cheerily.

"Good..." He replied, the man trailed off at the end, Jay looked at him and could tell he was deep in thought, he'd began looking at the students playing but there was something more predatory in his eyes.

Jay watched along with the coach until one of the students, one of the guys who had been fucking with Jay in the changing room actually, made a slight mistake. None of the other students complained but before they could start playing again Coach blew his whistle and beckoned over the boy who glared at Jay as he jogged up to them.

"What's wrong Coach?"

"That was a clear foul, your here for the rest of the game."

The boy sighed but accepted his fate not wanting to argue with such an assertive man, so he went to stand in the gap between Coach and Jay while Coach whistled for the game to continue. They stood in silence with the student occasionally giving Jay dirty looks, after a while Jay looked over at the teacher who made eye contact with him. But by the way the coach stared at him Jay realised he was trying to say something, his eyes darted from Jay to the boy in the middle and then he winked his a small smile. Maybe this was a test.

Jay extended his hand to the student "Hey man I'm sorry about my smelly incident earlier..." The other boy looked at him like he was a complete freak but obviously didn't want to leave Jay's hand hanging in front of him so he took it, but that was all Jay needed. He grabbed the boy's hand tightly and tugged him down quickly making him trip up behind him. While the student was still in shock behind him on the grass Jay crouched a little pointing his ass straight at him.

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The eggy blast hit him point blank.

"Yeah man sorry for not making you smell another!" As the boy wretched at thr rotten gas gagging him Jay just laughed at him while he tried to catch his breath while staggering to his feet.

"Coach did you see that, this dude just farted on me it smelt fu-" he stopped himself from swearing in front of the teacher "-terrible!" But while he was attempting to talk reason to the coach he was staring at the game and replied quickly "What?" Jay snickered as he was surprised how good at acting dumb the coach was. The other boy was left dumbfounded at the injustice but Coach just backed up his question with "Don't make stuff up kid, keep your eye on the game."

The student just huffed as turned back to Jay gave him a death stare "Dude you fucking stink."

Jay found this attempt at an insult hilarious, he could practically see the smell of his gas radiating off the guys face "Man what are you talking about?" he giggled back.

The confrontation couldn't go any further when the both heard the coach click his fingers startling them.

"Hey you," Coach looked at the other boy "could you pick this up for me?" He pointed casually with one finger at the grass behind him which had the pen usually clipped to his belt sitting on it. Of course it would be easy for Coach to pick it up but the student wasn't about to talk back to him so he quickly began walking over to the ground to get it. As the boy bent down to pick it up behind Coach the man crouched a little and flashed Jay a grin. The asshole's head was in the danger zone.

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It bubbled doftly and powerfully out of Coach's ass and obviously hit the boy like a ton of bricks making him stumble and fall down even deeper into the source of the overwhelming stench. While the amazed Jay was standing several feet away the wave of wretched warmth hit him pretty quick and even he started coughing a bit at the meaty stink. But it was nothing compared to the other students reaction who was having a full on coughing fit on the ground, but he was beginning to stand up again, however slowly.

"Jay come on and help your fellow student." The tone of the teacher's voice was not very sincere so as Jay hurried over he interpreted Coach's instructions as he squatted over the other student.

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It was pretty abrupt but the eggy blast mixed with the meaty fog did the job as the boy stayed down with wet eyes and curled up loudly coughing and wretching.

Jay stood up and gave the boy a look of deep fake concern. The Coach whistled once again.

"This student is having a serious athsma attack over here so we'll go and help him in the sports office, you all can play on until I come back." He bellowed at the others. They didn't seem to really care that much as they carried on, so per orders of the Coach Jay helped the man get the wretching student on the Coach's back and they jogged back into the changing room. However instead of making the turn into the sports office with any medical supplies, Jay instead followed him into the dimly lit small sports supplies room where Coach promptly dumped the boy onto a pile of mats where he lay still coughing.

Coach turned to look at Jay with his restrained but unbearably attractive smile.

"Now we've had our fun but, we've got to make sure this kid doesn't remember shit." It was nice to hear the coach speak more informally and it was even nicer that he was holding the blushing farter by the shoulders telling him this. Jay just nodded smiling deliriously, the flatulence had obviously gotten to his head.

Coach had quickly gone to get something and left to get something and had left Jay in charge on keeping an eye on the idiot student. He was beginning to recover pretty fast and had sat up now. "The fuck are you two doing this shit for?"

Jay just checked his nails for dirt saying "The fuck, I didn't know fart cushions could talk?" giving the other boy a passing glance. The other boy was getting frustrated he got to his feet and stomped over to Jay shocked at the sudden movement, the student got right in his face.

"I swear to fucking God if you talk about farting one more time..." he just snarled at the end but Jay was expecting something like this as he had one hand down his trousers cupping and SBD he was letting out.

Chuckling at the other enraged boy who didn't even have time to raise a fist, Jay raised his cupped hand up to the boys nose. "Oh you means farts like this?" Unfortunately Jay wasn't good enough to knock him out just yet but the stink was a good enough distraction as he began to cough again. Jay shoved the boy back to the ground for the second time in the day and did what felt most natural as he straddled the boy down with his ass resting on the boys chest leaving him right in Jay's firing line.

This was just the time Coach came back in carrying in two protein shakes. "See you're one step ahead of me." Jay grinned up at the teacher as he restrained the other boy who was starting to struggle again. "You're really bringing out the contact sport in fart I like it."

"I made room for you Coach!" He said patting the boys face which was clear for landing.

"Nice work young man, now you drink one of these, they're my secret weapon I think our friend here will enjoy their effects."

As Coach sat down resting on the students face giving him a little room to breathe, Jay backed up making sure not to miss the opportunity to be ass to ass with his coach. They both chugged their shakes and not even a minute after Jay heard his Coach's stomach rumble almost in synch with his own. It was time.

"You ready Coach?"

"You should be more worried about yourself!"

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The onslaught of gas coming out of the two men's asses overwhelmed the boy underneath them who passed out at the mix of eggy and meaty toxic stench, but it wasn't really about him.

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The gas kept going rumbling between the two's vibrating asses shaking the room which felt like an earthquake to Jay. The sensation of being ass to ass with the sexy moaning teacher in relief while having warm gas in between them was starting to make Jay hard but he wasn't properly capable of thinking of that as the smell of them both letting rip was getting to him.

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The toxic fog in the room was beginning to become more dominated by the personal stink of the coach as Jay realised that he was slowing down while his teacher was going strong. However once Jay was out his teacher abruptly stopped and looked over his shoulder to see Jay's erection.

The older man stood up off what may as well have been a decomposing corpse, at least by the smell of the face, and got in front of Jay. And in doing so showing off the hard on he as well was sporting.

"I see we're both getting quite a unique pleasure from this Jay." Jay wasn't all there, being in what felt like another stench filled realm of existence, but he was liking it, despite how bad it stunk, he was still turned on. "Now how about's I finish you off too I need to get back to my class after all" He turned around and pulled down his shorts revealing a hairy ass being held taught with a jockstrap. And despite the stink Jay thought he was in heaven. "Go for it Jay."

Jay dove in, but in his state all he could do was nuzzle the man's crack appreciating his musk on top of the overwhelming stench of his flatulence. He felt his asshole twitch and knew what was coming.

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The meaty stink singed his nostrils as it invaded Jay's body. Despite thinking he would ever get used to something like this we was wrong, his body couldn't handle such a putrid smell and he was out.

When he eventually woke up he was back in the changing room. He noticed pretty quickly he was next to the boy who he and the coach tortured but he looked like he wouldn't get up for a while, Jay considered the idea that he might be in a fart induced coma but unfortunately his breathing felt pretty present if not a bit damaged. Jay saw on top of his regular uniform a scrap of paper with a phone number on it. Jay smiled at what this meant and when Jay noticed that on the back it said 'For a stinky workout partner' his smile deepened. Inspired by this he decided that before he left he would leave a few gassy gifts on the boy next to him.

#eproctophilia #fart #fart story #fartfiction #gay #gay fart #male fart #stink #flatulence #man fart #fart teacher

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