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satorudoll · 2 years ago

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Gojo saying he hates taking care of brats and then becoming the best dad ever 🤫

💌! anon, you have NO IDEA what that panel of jjk going around was doing to me. Toru literally my cutest hubby ^^

You still remember meeting the grumpy and dork of a seventeen year old manchild when you entered the Jujutsu high's hallways for the very first time.

Your most core memories of him being the ones where he used to accompany you to your part time jobs, to babysit little kids.

While the three year old would be building blocks on the ground in front of you both, Satoru thinking of himself as the sly one would try scooting closer to your side on the couch. Softly grazing your hand and closing his one over it as he'd lean in to whisper something along the lines of,

"Baby, I think this is an amazing time to makeout before this utter nuisance turns his head arou—"

His words being cut off short with the ripping cries of the three year old who'd start to kick his feet and throw all his blocks around in pure anger.

Satoru would heave the loudest sigh,

"Baby please I just need a quick peck plea–"

But you would immediately stand up in panic and lift the child up in your arms, completely falling deaf to your touch deprived boyfriend.

"Satoru I think the baby pooped! " You exclaimed, turning the little boy left and right in the air.

"ew— EW! " Your boyfriend's second signal of disgust getting louder at what you did next, as quick as Satoru was to scrunch his face in disgust, you too were as fast to shove the three year old sobbing boy in your boyfriend's face. Forcing him to hold the baby.

"Hold him tight! I'll be right back with some new nappies and wipes! "

You stormed off, not caring about the way your boyfriend was screaming in pure horror along with the sobbing baby.

"Stop—" He tried to push the baby as far away from his nose as possible, "Stop! I'll actually die if your nasty stuff gets a anywhere on my skin! " He is yelling in pure fear, as if the kid was understanding whatever he was saying.

"Oh my holy lord, Y/n, please get here fast. I don't think I have too much time left! " He is crying out for you as the baby's face gets redder, cheeks puffier and his tiny legs kicking madly in the air the longer he stares at the snowy haired guy's disgusted face. Satoru was shriveling in pure terror by every passing second.

As soon as you enter the room with all the necessary materials Satoru dramatically gasped in relief, as if he just saw Jesus himself walk in to save him from his death.

He watches you and the baby from the couch with his big blue eyes stretched wide in disgust as you are in the process of cleaning the little one up.

"They better pay you a good chunk for that" He continues to comment while continuing to curl himself up in a ball .

You roll your eyes and turn to face Satoru who looked like he was in a Lion's den.

"Why don't to try putting his diaper on? " You ask, holding up the new pair of diaper.

"No! What if that demon has some poop left sticking around his butt! "

You sigh loud, "Toru, I cleaned him well. He is fine."

"But–" He stops, seeing the way your eyes were literally judging him at this point,

"Ugh– fine! But don't cry for me when I get his poop on my hand and die on spot! "

He walks towards you both, stomping and looking all moody and pouty in annoyance. Slumping down and snatching the new diaper from your hand while mumbling a "only coz I love you too much" while still looking annoyed as hell, but you couldn't help the small smile that slips on your face while looking at how he acts no different than the three year old right in front of you.

As the baby stares at Satoru's pouty and moody face who was wondering which side of the diaper was supposed to be in the front, the little boy lets out a hearty giggle.

That catches Satoru's attention.

Satoru raises a brow,

"Oh, So you wanna get along now? " The grown seventeen year old questions, making the baby coo and kick his feet.

Satoru's pout slowly lifts into a smile at that.

"Well, You don't seem like that bad of a guy yourself. Maybe we can get along after all." He shrugs with a smirk.

"watch me babe, I just know well enough how to make these little poopers laugh." He says in confidence and you fold your arms, watching them with a raised brow and big smile.

"Here comes superhero Gojo to save the nakey baby's day! " He lets out, in the most childish playful tone, something you were yet to experience from a 'tough guy' like him up until now.

The baby bursts out in laughter, Your smile turning into a huge grin at the sight

"Superhero Gojo?? Say that again, lemme record it! " You laugh out loud, getting up immediately to look for your cellphone

"Hello? Don't try making fun of me, I'm getting into the charac— "

Oh, the baby loves interrupting the seventeen year old boy's moments for sure.

But this one seemed like straight up hate crime to Satoru,

The baby shoots his pee right at his face.

Your jaw drops down and your eyes go wide in literal shock at the sudden occurrence and you completely freeze on your steps.

As for Satoru,

Boy, he was way too deeply traumatized to move himself right away, Eyes squeezed shut tight he felt like his soul leave his body as all his limbs suddenly became stiff and completely paralyzed.

"Oh my– Satoru— " You were trying so hard not to give up everything and burst in a fit of laughter at the entire scene that unfolded right in front of your eyes.

The baby, however, seemed to be having the best time of his life, giving out the most hearty belly laughter as he finished his work on your boyfriend's face.

"Y/n— i think— I think I'm gonna lose my six eyes— I can't open my eyes—" His hands trying to reach out for you

"Satoru! You are not even trying to open them- let's wash your face!" You immediately put the diaper on the baby yourself before grabbing your boyfriend's hand and guiding his soulless body to the nearest washroom.

As you were saying goodbye to the little boy who was in his mother's arms, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring at Satoru in disgust with his nose scrunched.

You turn to take a glance at Satoru who was holding a tight lipped smile at the boy while waving goodbye. Trying to hard to not humble the baby in front of his mom.

The walk back home that day was quite, none of you really spoke. Satoru looked like he wanted to go back to his room and dive his face straight into the blankets.

You shouldn't be surprised, None of the kids you took care of really got along with Satoru. Most either ended up pulling locks of his hair or throwing their toys at his face. You don't even know why he was still so up about accompanying you every weekend.

You both pause as you finally reach the gates of Jujutsu high,

The awkward silence starting to make you feel bad for what he had to keep going through.

"Did you see how that little clown was looking at me? After I let him pee on my precious face, that too ?!" He finally bursts in utter shock.

"Satoru, I'm sorry.." you sigh, but as much as you felt sad for him you pursed your lips, concealing a laugh.

"You know — My mom always taught me when I was a kid to never befriend your enemies, Look what happened! You just can never be good to anyone these days! This is how people end up walking all over you!" He continued to rant,

as much as you were thinking he wasn't being serious, your boyfriend's tightly knit brows and fuming face told you otherwise.

"Ugh.." He grunts in annoyance before shoving his hands in his pant pockets, looking down, kicking one of the small pebbles on the ground

"This was my last straw.. I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat ever again" He mumbles in pure annoyance.

It's been ten years since,

the image of the childish dramatic teen still so fresh in your memories, the guy who would always mumble an 'oh god, lets run' or 'another one of satan's poop' whenever you both would be out together and spot kids running in the streets.

A soft smile spreading across your lips as you pull the duvets down at the sudden burst of memories, slowly peeling your eyes open, vision trying to adjust to the big white and beige decorated bedroom.

You get up on your feet when you hear the noise of utensils clanking coming from the kitchen.

Taking small, lazy strides you walk towards the kitchen in your white oversized shirt and fuzzy woolen brown socks.

Rubbing your eyes as you pause on your steps and stare at the scene in front of you at the kitchen.

"Does my Kana like it??" You watch the snowy haired male softly question the two year old who was sat on the marble counter.

The little baby girl nods her chubby face and suddenly clasps both sides of the spoon in her tiny palms, trying to pull back the spoon that Satoru was holding, closer to her mouth, the little baby spoon seemingly containing some yogurt.

Satoru was sitting down the floor on his knees in front of the counter where your little baby was placed, The grown man was in just a pair of his checkered red sweatpants, without even a shirt on in the cold freezing temperature. All his previous scars scattered around his bare skin that ran all the way up to his face still visible well enough, One that you and your baby girl used to cry over when they were in healing process, but grew to love so much now. As you stand there and stare at them your memories took you back again to show the contrast between the once boyish dorky seventeen year old who had now grown up into the man right in front of you.

Satoru was too focused on the little girl to notice your presence, his big blue eyes staring up at the two year old who was swinging her small feet and staring back at her dad with big doe eyes.

"wait– let papa tie up kana's hair or it'll get in your mouth, baby" he smiles, giving her messy white hair that matches his, a gentle stroke. As soon as Satoru stands up, the tiny girl forwards both her hands and starts making grabby hands at the huge man.

"pa– pa! " She coos trying to reach out to him.

"c'mere my little softie" He chuckles, quickly lifting her off the counter and letting her chin fall slump on his bare shoulders, her big glowing eyes finally falls on you while she is sucking onto her thumb messily and almost drooling all over her dad's bare shoulder, Satoru who was busy looking for her little barbie hair tie couldn't seem to care at the moment.

"pa! ma– ! ma wakey !" she immediately points at you in surprise, causing your husband to immediately turn around to face you.

Your lips melt into the softest smile at your little girl's baby voice.

"morning to the best girl " you giggle, walking up to them and landing a big smooch on her forehead.

"morning honey" Your husband throws a wide lazy grin at you, his snowy white hair still tousled and messy, eyes still looking a bit puffy, signaling he too woke up not long ago.

"morning Toru bear " you smile,

he immediately leans in to try kissing you.

You try scooting away,

"Ugh, I haven't brushed yet—" you groan, trying to block his face,

"Neither have I," he shrugs with a boyish grin before stepping forward with your little girl still in his arms, proceeding to snatch a quick peck, which just slowly turns into a little kiss session.

Kana's eyes widen at the scene, and she lifts her small hand up in the air. "me– kana too! ma pa kana too! "

It makes you and Satoru pull away from each other and giggle, You both start smooching the little baby's face together who starts scrunching her nose in response.

"ma pa stink! " she immediately voices making you laugh,

"oh? no more kisses for Kana" Satoru raises a brow, starring at kana dead serious.

That makes the little girls eyes widen and bottom lips quiver before her big eyes start getting glossy.

Satoru's eyes widens at that.

"Papa was just joking! Papa will never stop giving kana big big kissies! " He tries to rock her as she continues staring at him with big sad eyes.

"ok– let's go play, let mommy wash her face! " he is about to walk away when you stop him by his arm.

"I'll take care of her, you should first go wash up" You suggest, but he shakes his head.

"I'll miss her all day once I leave for work let me spend some time" he pouts, You sigh and give a nod at that.

You watch them walk away,

standing for a bit longer at the same spot to watch your husband put the little girl who was in her cherry printed bodysuit and frilly white socks down the ground.

"it's snowingg ! " Her dad sits down the fluffy beige carpet and exclaims, pointing at the view in the window, making her looking at him with big smile,

"snoing! " she repeats after him and also pointing at the tall windows that displayed the snow covered garden with her tiny finger, before proceeding to waddle towards Satoru and climbing up on his lap to sit down on it, while still continuing to stare out at the window and swinging her little feet out of habit as Satoru starts carefully pulling back the locks of her hair, trying to tie it into mini space buns.

Your little girl suddenly looks back at her dad while practically sucking on her entire tiny fisted hand as Satoru is still doing her hairstyle.

"papa lov uh!" She innocently exclaims, throwing her tiny hands in the air, looking at him with her big round eyes, waiting for an I love you back.

Satoru's lips pull up into a big heartfelt grin.

"love you lot lot more softie" He whispers playfully making her scrunch her nose and giggle, before turning back to look outside the windows.

"papa luv kana" your baby girl continues to sing to herself while getting her hair done by her dad,

"my cutest little fairy " he mumbles to himself while continuing to do her hair.

Your heart felt so full, You got to be in heaven right now. You enjoyed every little moment they shared, hearing kana's voice in middle of the night entering your room to tap Satoru awake every time she felt scared in her room, how you will then find them both in the morning, asleep on the couch with her sprawled on his chest and drooling over it while he had his buff arms wrapped around the tiny baby but still managing to sleep soundly with her, the way you had to rip Satoru back and tell him to go get ready for work instead of cleaning Kana's snot and drool up constantly. Having to calm down Kana who would start crying bloody murder when Satoru finally gets dressed for work and stands near the doorway, waving you both a goodbye. Satoru having to always bargain with her by leaving a bunch of endless kisses all over her chubby cheeks and forehead, and also promising to watch Disney movies with her in the upcoming weekends if she stops crying when he leaves.

Oh she was definitely a daddy's girl. One that Satoru would never get tired of no matter how much of a brat she'd become. You have to hold back a laugh every time you think about how the Satoru you knew from ten years ago would react if he would have known about this information.

#gojo x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru

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jesterscourt-e · 4 months ago

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Do you have to let it linger? part 3

A/N: LFG ok this chapter is shorter because next chapter ya’ll… home stretch also I’m changing my formatting some I’m sorry I’m new to this yall.

CW: yearning, angst, arguing

Yesterday 2:00 am

Schlaggot made it home

3 missed calls

Schlaggot answer me bitch

5 missed calls

——-

A week later

You startle out of your dream from your phone hitting the floor and buzzing. You stir and try to slow your heart, blinding yourself with the phone screen.

Incoming call… Theodore

Accept Decline

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“What?” You groan.

“You gotta tell me what happened,” a serious voice responds.

“What time is it?”

“4 am,” Ted responds plainly.

“Can it wait like 4 more hours?” You say putting it on speaker and laying the phone next to your pillow.

“No. Not a chance. I just got off the phone with a one Jonathan Schlatt, and I need to know now.”

“Ask him dude.”

“No man, I want to ask YOU.”

“Why though? you were just talking to him?”

“He was in a mood. I don’t like to pry when he gets like that, it just drives him away more.”

You could understand that. You knew what kind of mood he was referring to. When schlatt gets burnt out or depressed it’s totally shut off mode. When he’s done with something he’s DONE. He’s pretty candid with his surface feelings but there were deeper thoughts you knew he didn’t share with anyone.

“I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“Look y/n I know it’s not my business- no fuck that! These are my best friends, this is my business. Why haven’t you been answering calls or texts? total silence from you. Not just to schlatt but all of us,” as he points out the obvious, your tears break free towards your pillow. “What. Happened.” Ted demands now very sternly.

You explain to Ted how you and schlatt got hot and heavy too fast and you stopped him. How caring schlatt was, how understanding and supportive. How you’ve been trying to push your feelings for him away but you liked him more than he pretended to like you online to the audience. You realized you weren’t joking anymore and when schlatt said he wanted to remain friends you needed to put some distance. That meant total radio silence for a while to get over your feelings.

“I really do like him. And he just doesn’t feel the same. And I was stupid for thinking the joke could be real. I thought I was invincible to it and like I couldn’t fall for someone again but no. Here I am. I have feelings for a guy with fucking mutton chops,” you borderline yell at the end. You sigh after a couple beats of silence, “I’m glad we didn’t go further though cuz then I’d really feel like a fucking fool.” You weren’t crying anymore, just mad.

“Well, maybe you can explain this to Schlatt, so he doesn’t think you’re mad at him,” Ted says after a while.

“I am mad at him!” You pause hearing Ted’s confusion, “He just doesn’t know why… and I’m not really mad at him. Just upset? Ugh dude I don’t fucking know.” You shove your face in your pillow and scream.

“Well feel the feelings you need to, but I think if you care about schlatt you’ll tell him you just need space or like your goldfish died or something I don’t know, man. Just communicate.”

“Ok…” you say, sighing.

“I love you buddy. It’s gonna be alright.”

“Yeah I know, just sucks.”

“For what it’s worth, I do think Schlatt cares about you. I don’t know why he decided to friendzone you-“

“Ew don’t say that word.”

“Whatever. Come over this weekend let’s go do some shit and get you out of this funk,” He says wrapping up the call. Agreeing with Ted you hang up and pass out again.

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You get up later in the morning and decide to stream today. You hadn’t streamed since the schlatt stream because you didn’t want to endure the bombardment of chat. It figures that you did an in person stream with Schlatt right before you guys established your relationship as friends so now the whole community thinks you guys are a thing. Of fucking course.

The week had been full of working out and going into the dance studio to work on dancing videos. you distracted yourself with coming up with new video ideas and choreo to do. You focused on the work that didn’t involve schlatt at all to help your creative flow.

You set up your piano, your computer, microphone, etc. putting your lights on and getting into the headspace. You hadn’t decided if you were going to do an album breakdown, just play some covers, or watch videos. You knew at the very least you could give them an update of upcoming projects.

As you set up the tweet, the “stream starting” screen, and messaged a couple mods, you grabbed your guitar and held it idly. You could feel the hesitation in your body. You felt heavy now trying to work up the courage and energy to turn the camera on. You hadn’t been particularly depressed about the whole situation, just numb. Seeing the chats roll through however started to form a brick in your throat. You finally sighed and pulled the trigger.

“Chat,” you started immediately, “no schlatt today. Let’s get that out of the way,” you gesture around the room. “So, I’ve been busy this week in the studio, I haven’t had a second to breathe.” (Lie) “and I want to give you guys 10 minutes to ask schlatt questions then we’re gonna move on,” you continue.

You start reading chat as you speak, “and after the ten minutes is up if you mention Schlatt you’re gonna be in a timeout the rest of the stream.”

what?????

Omfg you and schlatt are so cute

Hey y/n! where’s Schlatt?

Do you live with him now?

Are you guys dating?

Omg did something happen?

Why no schlatt

“Ok, Schlatt went home that same day we streamed, so no we don’t live together and no we aren’t dating. I don’t know what to tell you guys other than that Schlatt and I really are just friends,” you finish as the chats keep coming.

You feel your phone vibrate next to you and subtly look to see who it is.

Of course. Schlatt. calling again.

You put your phone on DND and keep reading the chats. As you read you get a couple TTS.

“Hey y/n, you and schlatt have great chemistry, do you have a crush on him? All the love!”

“Hey thanks oopygoopy, no I don’t have a crush on Schlatt.”

The next TTS

“Answer your phone bitch.”

Schlatt again. This time he donated to the stream.

You ignore him and message a mod to tell them to put him in time out for the rest of the stream while chat freaks out.

“Alright chat we’re gonna get started. I want to do an album review today…” you ignore chat and start up a new album to listen to with chat and discuss the themes and harmonies. You really just needed a couple more hours to figure out what to say to schlatt.

——

After 3 hours, an album review, and some keyboard breakdowns of the harmonies, you decide to wrap up the stream, “guys, I’m done. I’ll be on tomorrow with some covers and requests! Thank you for all the love, bye!”

You make sure the stream is shut down and pick up your phone.

4 missed calls

You click it to call schlatt back.

Ring

Connecting….

Schlatt’s ceiling pops up on screen.

“Hey.” You say after a couple moments of silence.

“Really?” You hear from off screen. “A week of nothing and you say hey?” You can hear him chewing on something.

“I’m sorry.”

Awkward silence, followed by rustling and chewing.

“JAMBO STOP,” more rustling. “JAMBOOOO”

The camera shifts, you can’t help but laugh. You stop yourself by leaning your mouth in your hand.

“So what’d I do?” He asks casually, his eyebrows come into frame.

“Nothing. It’s not you,” you start before he interrupts.

“No don’t fucking start with me. What did I do? You’re ignoring me.”

“To be fair I’ve been ignoring everyone.”

“Yeah but you’ve been ignoring me.”

“You’re not special,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Yes I am. Don’t fuck with me y/n.” He was joking around a little but you could tell he was genuinely hurt and pissed.

“I just needed some space. I think I've been a little burnt out is all.”

Silence. You shift uncomfortably as he continues to chew on the invisible food.

“Is it because I kissed you?” Schlatt says bluntly.

“No, just forget it dude.” you sigh and shake your head. It was hard to come up with an excuse other than just telling him about your feelings.

“Well everything was fine until after the wedding so-“

“Dude fucking drop it ok? I just need some space.”

“I’m sorry that I did that,” he says.

Silence this time with no chewing.

“It’s not about the kiss, schlatt.” You sighed, “I’m not sorry it happened. I wanted it to happen.” Your stomach churned and you felt your heart pumping in your ears.

“It was pretty hot,” schlatt finally scoffs.

“That’s not what I mean!”

“Spit it out then, toots.”

“I liked it, I've wanted you to kiss me for years. Because I have a big fat crush on you,” you spit out.

Silence, schlatt’s face mostly on screen at this point. He had a look of disbelief spread across it, his eyes darting all over the screen.

“You’re fucking with me?” He responds.

All you can do is shake your head.

“I didn’t want to say anything because I don’t want this to ruin our friendship because I know you don’t feel the same. And I really care about our friendship more than my stupid crush on you. And I can’t keep enduring your fake flirting it fucking sucks,” your word vomit spilling out now. “And I thought if I put distance between us I could get over it and then we could just go back to being friends again.”

“You decided to ignore me? That’s not distance. You don’t fucking know how I feel, why would you assume-“ he stops himself and throws his phone down, his face disappears from the screen and you two sit in silence for a long time. “God you can be so stupid.” He says exasperated.

“Fucking whatever dude. I just figured I’d tell you the truth so you’d leave me the fuck alone. I gotta go.” You suddenly hang up before he can respond. You throw your phone down in anger. You were done being tortured in this way. It hurt. You didn’t know if it was the right choice to just tell him but it was out there now. You didn’t know how you wanted him to respond, but it wasn’t like that. He didn’t have to be such an asshole.

—-

He doesn’t text, he doesn’t call. You text Ted and tell him what happened and when he tries to call you don’t answer. It’s hard enough not to cry as it is, if you talk to Ted right now there’s no way you won’t.

You sit down with your guitar and start to idly play without thinking, you play linger by the cranberries. As you play your chest gets tight and your tears break free.

Oh, I thought the world of you

I thought nothing could go wrong

But I was wrong, I was wrong

If you, if you could get by

Trying not to lie

Things wouldn't be so confused

And I wouldn't feel so used

But you always really knew

I just want to be with you

You feel it all finally. You worked so hard to resist feeling feelings for someone for so long. Scared of what happened before. Having feelings for someone makes you weak and easier to break. You used music to express your feelings and tried to seal them off the rest of the time. This time they seeped out after the end of the song as you cried openly.

—-

For the past two weeks you streamed yourself doing covers, learning songs, or in the dance studio coming up with choreo. The feelings coming out in the art. You played covers of songs you and schlatt listened to on streams trying not to tear up. You let yourself feel a little more openly in front of the audience. They may have been catching on, but if they were you were good at ignoring them. In between streams you worked on recording videos, wrote lyrics and worked on some songs you had been working on for a while. It was a creatively productive time.

You had put schlatt’s messages and calls on silence, but it didn’t matter because he didn’t try to message you. You tried not to notice. Of course you noticed. You hoped maybe he would call and try to say sorry or fix what he had done but he hadn’t. It made you mad to be honest. You tried not to stalk his profiles to see what he was doing but he was silent for the most part on that end too.

Ted on the other hand was messaging constantly. Well as much as he could, he was working on a video and was distracted. Every night he would call though and chat even if he was just on call while editing. He was trying to be supportive. You appreciated how much Ted cared but didn’t overstep. When you initially told Ted what happened after the call he was confused. He didn’t understand why Schlatt reacted the way he did. You didn’t either to be fair. You did feel bad for ignoring him instead of communicating, but because of the way he reacted you felt justified in a way.

As Friday rolled around, and your stream was done for the day, you drove home from the dance studio to shower. You were feeling in high spirits for a change and stopped for food on your way home. When you got home you decided you were going to relax, watch tv, and just do some self care. You hadn’t been taking very good care of yourself and felt like doing your brows and a face mask might help. Maybe even do your nails. The night was young. You even decided to drink a little. As you bundled up under your blankets on the couch watching some comedy you heard a knock on your door.

You got off your couch and set down your drink. Before you walked to the door you inspected yourself. You had sweatpants and a tank top on, hair up and glasses on. You grab a zip up hoodie near the door and throw it on. Nothing fancy, but you figured you should cover up a little more.

As you made your way to the door you put your ear up to see if you could hear who it was, silence on the other end refused to betray the visitor so you slowly opened the door.

Schlatt standing in the hall looked at you sheepishly as you peered out. You suddenly swung the door open all the way to stare at the tall man in shock. He was wearing a crewneck, dark pants, and the classic cap. He had a duffel over his arm and headphones around his neck. Despite his towering height he was cowering.

“Hey.”

“Hey?” You questioned. “What are you doing here?” You asked plainly. Your heart speeding up nevertheless, you could feel the words getting caught in your throat as you spoke.

“Came to see you. Can I come in?”

#jschlatt fanfic #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n

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kentosbabes · 2 years ago

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Would love to see dad nanami 🥺

Nanami who passed out during the birth. He was being supportive holding your hand but the sight of the blood had him sweating and shaking till he collapsed on the floor. Although you should be angry you could only laugh as nurses help him up and sit him down while he keeps trying to shout 'Keep pushing' and 'I love you' in his delirious state.

Nanami who helped decorate the baby room to your desire helping to paint and taking you shopping for furniture. And when your baby girl comes home with you he spends ages sitting in the rocking chair reading her stories and telling her about his day.

Nanami who continues to treat you like you are fragile even after the birth. He would not leave your side whenever you're together and cater to your every need. 'Kento I can do it' you say as he kneels down to tie your shoe lace 'I can do it now'. But he completely ignores you just shakes his head and continues to tie the laces.

Nanami who makes sure he takes off days and doesn't work overtime so he can be with you as much as possible. He often comes home to find you crashed on the couch with your daughter sprawled out on your chest fast asleep, 'My beautiful girls' he says kissing both yours and his daughter's forehead before covering you in a blanket and then beginning to make dinner.

Nanami who calls all of his connections to make sure your daughter gets into the best preschool in town. He makes sure to sit down every night with your daughter in his lap holding up number cards while you just sit and watch laughing at how she sticks her tongue out at her father completely unbothered at the task.

Nanami who takes you both out as much as he can so he can 'spoil his girls'. From restaurants to trips to the aquarium he's going all out all of the time to see his girls smile. 'Look there's a sting ray' you say pointing at the fish in the aquarium with your daughter perched on your hip. Nanami is behind you his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin on your neck 'mmh I love you so much you know that right' he mumbles. 'I love you too kento' you say turning around in his grasp so he can kiss you.

Nanami who sits with your now 12-year-old daughter as she tries to do her math homework. 'I can't do it Dad' she says getting frustrated. 'don't worry darling we'll take a break yeah? get some ice cream and then try again' he replies closing up the book and kissing her cheek as she nods and then disappears to get ready to go out. He spots you looking at him and pats his lap 'you're such a good father Kento' you say sitting down on him his hands wrapping around you and pulling you even closer to him. he brings his lips to yours in a soft kiss which is disrupted by the sound of 'ew' as your daughter stands in the doorway her hands covering her eyes.

Nanami who's still all over you, his hands always going too far up your skirt or top far up your shirt. 'Kento she's next door' you practically whimper as Nanami plays with your clit as you lay back on the bed. 'she's a teenager she's not leaving her room' he says between kisses 'Just be quiet for me okay doll' you can only nod in response as he lowers to his knees and begins licking up your folds.

Nanami who doesn't care if your daughter is in the kitchen he's getting a quickie in whilst you're doing the washing in the laundry room, bending you over the washing machine his hand on your throat as he praises you for being so quiet.

Nanami who sits next to you in the school waiting room as you've been called into the school because your daughter's been in a fight. 'Mr and Mrs Nanami' someone calls and you both get up his hand at your waist guides you as he whispers 'Do you think she won' in your ear making you smirk.

Nanami who rolls his eyes as the principal talks about how your daughter lacks manners. 'excuse me but to my understanding, she was defending herself and did not throw the first punch, therefore, I support her decision and I will be calling your higher-ups about your own lack of discipline' he says before getting up and helping both you and your daughter out of the school leaving the principle shaking in shock knowing with one phone call her career is over.

Nanami who lays in bed with you later that night and says 'Where do you think it came from' You only laugh and say 'She's going through the same emo phase as you Kento'. he snaps his head around looking at you 'yeah but her short temper comes from you' he mumbles. 'what did you say' you say looking back at him your eyes wide. ' I love you darling' he repeats smiling as you throw a pillow at his face.

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marlynnofmany · 6 months ago

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Clues

Even though it was mid-afternoon on our spaceship, the local time for this part of the planet was early morning. Zhee and I strolled over from the spaceport to the store where a package was waiting for pickup, expecting to arrive right when it opened, but nope: we were early. Most of the stores on this city street were still closed and dark, lit by the vivid pink sunrise and ignored by passing hovercars. Window cleaners soaped up the big front windows of our destination: a good-sized jewelry/accessory store.

The cleaners were a pair of Strongarms, which made this a fascinating career choice. I’d seen Mimi climb all over the engine parts on our ship. I knew his tentacles had good enough suction for this sort of thing. But these two were small and particularly athletic, and they had climbed to the top of the window, cleaning from the top down, erasing their suction cup marks as they went. If their cleaning tools had been the messy old-fashioned kind, there probably would have been too much dripping to make that possible, but these professionals were cleaning fast with nary a slip.

Zhee didn’t care. “How inconsiderate of the proprietor to not be here early to meet us,” he said with an irritated click of his pincher arms. The pink sunrise reflected off his purple exoskeleton, making him more colorful than usual. He probably would have been proud of that if he wasn’t busy being annoyed. “Waiting here is boring. Let’s see if that shop has anything worth looking at.” He flicked an antenna at the storefront two doors over, which had just turned on its light.

“Sure,” I agreed, “We can at least look through the window if they’re not open yet.”

Zhee grumbled something that made me suspect he might badger them into letting us in even if they weren’t.

Luckily I didn’t have to talk him out of being rude; the store was open after all. It was a little shop full of miscellaneous knickknacks and multi-species food items. Plenty of things to look at. The Frillian shopkeep was delighted to sell us both snacks: gummy intestine candy for Zhee (ew) and mixed nuts for me. I’d had that brand before, and was sure that it didn’t hold anything alien that would give me unexpected allergies.

(I haven’t been allergic to any food yet that was rated for human consumption, but I wasn’t about to take chances.)

I also picked up a packet of the heat stickers that Paint and the others liked, since they were on sale and the shopkeep was excited about this new item.

“Do you get a lot of Heatseekers here?” I asked.

“Oh no, but these have many uses,” she told me, typing in the price. “Other species like to be warm as well, especially if they are headed in a cold direction. And my cousin uses them to warm food! I expect these will be very popular.”

“I expect so,” I agreed.

Zhee was at the door, looking toward the other shop, and he made a little “aha” noise. I finished my purchase, thanked the shopkeep, then joined him in heading back toward the place we’d meant to visit.

I carried my purchases in a nifty Waterwill bag; the shopkeep hadn’t been as excited about that as the heat stickers, so maybe they were old hat here. But I still found the concept of hard water fascinating. It occurred to me that the waterbag and the heat stickers could probably make an awful lot of steam together, especially if handled improperly. I’d be back on the ship soon, though, and the bag could melt into regular water safely in the sink.

The window cleaners were just packing up as we arrived, and the angle of the sun made their work shine. Not a suction cup mark to be seen. I gave them a polite nod while Zhee tried the doors. Still locked, but lights were on inside, as well as the morning sun. Someone moved near the counter. When Zhee rapped on the door and waved a pincher, they hurried forward. It looked like another Mesmer.

The door opened. “Are you the couriers?” snapped a blue-white bug man who was slightly shorter than Zhee. I was a terrible judge of Mesmer ages, but he sounded older. He spoke directly to Zhee.

“Yes,” Zhee said. “From the good ship Slap the Stars.”

“Great. Come with me.” He ushered us inside and re-locked the door, not so much as batting an antenna at our excellent ship name. No sense of fun, this guy.

As we walked between the aisles of shiny merchandise — bracelets and bangles and exoskeleton accents — distant shouting filtered through the closed door in the back. Somebody sounded mad.

“Wait here,” said the Mesmer, gesturing toward the front counter. Then he disappeared into the back room.

Somebody was definitely mad. When the door opened, I caught something about professionalism, in a tone that suggested this was a boss dressing down employees.

A glance at Zhee told me he had no idea either.

When the Mesmer came back — who never did introduce himself, I realized — he was carrying a high-end stasis case for shipping, and he walked quickly. I still caught a few words that sounded like a demand for someone to fess up.

“Everything okay back there?” I asked.

He ignored me. “This must arrive in pristine condition,” he told Zhee, setting the case on the counter.

“Of course,” Zhee said.

I had the tablet for him to sign for the pickup, and I held it out wordlessly. The guy snatched it out of my hands, holding it with one pincher arm and typing with the little wrist fingers on his other. His antennae were scowling.

Zhee gestured to the back room. “Is someone being disappointing?”

“Yes!” he snapped. “One of the night workers has been coming out to the storefront, and leaving display items on the floor! And they refuse to admit who!” He shove the tablet back at me, waving at one of the aisles. Now that he mentioned it, there was an empty display case at the top, with the glass door swung wide.

“Foolish thing to do,” Zhee said.

“Extremely! There is no reason for it, and we are going to find out who!”

Since he was ranting at Zhee and not me, I stepped over to where I could see better. A half-dozen glittery arm cuffs were arranged in a circle on the floor. Weird.

He kept going. “I’m sure it was a human, because of those filthy little marks they leave on everything they touch. The only reason we employ them in the crafting sector is because all the items are cleaned before they’re presented to paying customers. The only one who works up front is under strict orders to wear gloves at all times. But now one of them is sneaking out here and fondling the merchandise! And leaving it on the floor!”

I took a closer look at the door to the display case. Yeah, those looked like human fingerprints, lit up guiltily by the morning sun.

Zhee asked, “Any clues about which human it is?”

“No. I’m not even ruling out the one with the gloves, because this behavior makes no sense, and gloves can be taken off. I swear, I’m this close to firing the lot of them.”

I walked back over to join them. “You know every human’s fingerprint is different, right?”

They both looked at me in silence, which was answer enough.

I said, “If you have your employees all leave prints on something else, you should be able to just match them up.”

The shopkeep’s antennae and mandibles flared into a complicated shape. “WHAT.”

“Sure.” I looked at my own fingers. “Mine are a kind of oval loop, though some people have perfect spirals or a gentle wave.”

He clacked both pinchers. “And you would be able to say which one matches those marks?”

“I should be,” I said, hurrying back over for a closer look. “At the very least, I can narrow it down for you. These are nice and clear. We just need to get a clean set from everybody else that’s not smudged.”

“Yes.” He looked around the storefront full of shiny, valuable things. He frowned. “We’ll have to let them touch something.”

I looked too. “Oh! What about the window?”

He stared at it for a moment. “Acceptable.”

Zhee was skeptical. “Will the culprit deliberately smear their marks?”

“Then that will be a sign of guilt,” the shopkeep hissed.

“What if there are multiple smudges from clumsiness? You might want to prepare for more than one round of dirtying your window.”

He hissed again. “I will make them do it right the first time.”

I had an idea. “What if you told them they were touching the window for a different reason?”

Both sets of bug eye turned toward me. “Such as?”

I fished the pack of heat stickers out of my bag. “Do you think they know what these are?”

The shopkeep leaned his head forward. “What are they?”

“Heat stickers. But! We could pretend they’re lie detectors.”

We could, and we did. It was a silly way to get fingerprints, but I’d read about fictional detectives who’d gone to more elaborate lengths to solve a mystery than this. And it might even work.

The big front windows had a row of shelves under them that meant our suspects would have to lean forward slightly in order to whisper their statements of innocence. They would need to press their hands against the window for balance.

I let Zhee pretend to be the visiting expert while I stuck heat stickers to the window. He did a good job of acting mysterious and aloof while he explained things to the gaggle of employees that the other Mesmer herded out.

As promised, only some were humans. The others were Strongarms with a couple Waterwills. No Heatseekers ready to ask awkward questions about the suspiciously familiar looking “lie detectors made for banks.”

(They had to be mounted somewhere stable, you see, and the suspect had to be close enough to breathe on them. They were normally warm, and would change colors and turn cold when they detected lies. Totally believable.)

Really, it didn’t matter if they believed it or not. They all lined up, looking baffled, and did as their two hissing bosses commanded. The Mesmer from the back room, a large green-and-brown lady who would have been great at hide and seek in the forests of my home, told the humans to go first.

Then when they had all left prints on the window, she told the rest not to bother. While they looked even more confused, she waved me forward with the door to the display case. It had detached neatly, perfect for carrying around and comparing fingerprints.

I held it by the corners and took a close look at the first set. “Not this one,” I announced. “Too triangular.”

Behind me, a human woman asked incredulously, “Are you checking fingerprints?”

“Yup!” I told her, moving on to the next.

The other humans had a variety of reactions to that. An older guy laughed, a younger woman was worried that her hands might be dirty with crafting materials, and others made indistinct noises. Some of the non-human employees asked for an explanation of what was happening.

I kept up my sleuthing, hoping that the prints were all as different as the first couple. I didn’t want to look like I didn’t actually know what I was doing.

“OH MY GOD,” a guy burst out. “It was a marriage proposal, okay? I thought Sierra would be the one to find it.”

I turned around at that, and found one of the humans spilling the beans.

“I’m sorry I didn’t just ask you,” he said to the woman next to him. “I wanted it to be special, like the rock circles we used to leave each other under the tree. I put a note at the top of the earring display, because it looks like a tree.”

I looked at the display he pointed at. I couldn’t see a note from here, but it was distinctly tree-shaped.

The two Mesmer bosses loomed over the guy. “This was courtship?” asked the tall one. “Not a deliberate effort to let our valuables get stepped on or stolen?”

“No!” the guy said. “I’d never do that! I really thought she’d be the only one to see it in the morning, and she’d just put them back and find my note.”

The woman, Sierra, shook her head. “I got moved to the adhesives section. I haven’t been over here all week.”

The man put his hands over his face while the bosses conferred.

“If you promise to never tamper with the displays again, you may keep your job,” the tall one told him.

“I’ll never do it again,” he said. “I don’t have to — I think?” That last was aimed at Sierra.

Her answer was a dramatic kiss that made the rest of the humans applaud and the Mesmers step back in distaste.

“If you are quite done eating each other’s faces,” said the smaller Mesmer, “You are both assigned to cleaning the window and the display of all traces of human filth. Do not leave more.”

“Yes sir,” they chorused.

The other humans gave them congratulatory pats on the back, and exclamations of relief that the whole mess was over. The non-humans seemed mostly relieved. A couple still looked confused, but clearly didn’t want to ask for details.

I handed over the display case door, then peeled a heat sticker off the window. “Guess we won’t need these anymore.”

Everybody went back to what they were supposed to be doing. The night shift got their things together to go home, while the day shift took over the crafting section and opened the store for business. More lights came on. Someone unlocked the front door. Zhee convinced the bosses to reimburse us for the heat stickers. That was nice; I still had more in the pack. And these would be warm for a while still.

I peeled off the last one and decided against putting them in the waterbag. No good making the thing evaporate on the way back to the ship. Instead, I stuck a finger between each and got a fistful of stickers held by their edges. My hand was only a little hot, and it would be a short walk. Speaking of which…

“Let’s go,” Zhee said, pincher arms full of the shipping case.

I opened the door and held it while he passed. Taking up my position at the window was the happy couple, equipped with their own window-cleaning supplies. Luckily they wouldn’t have to reach as far up as the Strongarms had.

They were talking quietly about finding new jobs where they could have the same sleep schedule. And hopefully bosses that didn’t mind a fingerprint or two.

I smiled and let the door shut, leaving fingerprints only on the handle.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

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The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

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k-germsworld · 1 year ago

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Haunting

Umji x M! Reader

Sequel of Ruined

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"That's it for today's class. Remember to go back and study since next week you have an exam." Ms. Umji left the class after tidying up. "Damn, Ms. Umji is so beautiful! That body is better than your sex slave." My friend patted my shoulder and said. "Really? Hahaha. I still think Sinb has a better body." Even though I say this, Ms.Umji really made me so obsessed with her. "Then, let me have some fun with Sinb, please." My friend wanted to have sex with Sinb, but I pretended not to hear and left the class.

On the way out I saw Ms. Umji walking towards a secluded corridor, so I followed her to see what she was doing. I found that Ms. Umji was gone when I walked to that corridor. A force pulled me over when I was about to leave in despair. I was pushed against the wall. After I looked at it carefully, I realized it was Ms. Umji. "Why are you following me?" We were so close that I could feel her breath. Her fragrance attracted me and was immediately addicted to her fragrance. "Hey, I ask you one more time. Why are you following me? What are you trying to do to me?" "No, I didn't want to do anything to you." Your eyes kept avoiding Umji's. "Don't lie to me, student. There is a bulge in your pants."

I was immediately frightened and speechless. I was afraid that Ms. Umji would tell the principal about this. "Yours is so big," I feel my cock being touched. Ms. Umji unzipped my pants and took my dick out and started stroking it. "I heard that you fuck Sinb and made her your sex slave. I want to see if your cock is that powerful." I could only stand there stiffly, watching Ms. Umji play with my cock. Her handjob is completely different from Sinb's, she is so skillful. I was very nervous because I was in a public place, and I was terrified that someone would pass by and see Ms. Umji masturbating for me. She seemed to know I was nervous and whispered in my ear. "Relax, I remember you were very bold when you fucked Sinb. Why are you acting like a coward now?" After saying that, she blew into my ear. This made me so happy that I unknowingly cummed on Ms. Umji's hand. “Ew....” She looked at my semen on her hands and felt disgusted.

I felt very sorry and kept apologizing to her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cum. It was because your handjob was too good that I accidentally cummed." Ms. Umji seeing my silly reaction, smirked. "Your cum should be on my face, in my mouth, or inside my pussy but not on my hands." Hearing her words made me hard again and my cock was ready for another round with her. "You're big, hard but quick, young man. But not today. Maybe you can save more cum until our next meet-up." She licked the semen from her hand into her mouth and swallowed it all. ”Thanks for the meal, see you again." Ms. Umji winked at me and walked away leaving me and my cock still leaving outside.

Clap clap clap

There were bursts of snapping sounds coming from the room. “Oh….fuck… Master… yes fuck me like this….” I'm fucking Sinb right now, but all I can think about is Ms. Umji's hand stroking my cock this afternoon. “Master, I am cumming soon.” "Shut up bitch, you can't cum until I let you.” I spanked her. The moment I spanked her ass, I imagined that I am fucking Ms. Umji. In my fantasy, she kept teasing me for being too fast, which annoyed me. I no longer cared whether I was fucking Sinb or Ms. Umji. I grabbed her hair and fucked her hard, making her body arch. “Shut up, now I'm going to show how good I am on the bed.” Even though Sinb was just moaning now, I already thought of her as Ms. Umji who constantly teased me. Under the influence of my imagination, I cummed already. I came back to normal after I cum inside her. Sinb was so exhausted from my fucking that she lay on the bed with a satisfied smile on her face. I was looking at the naked Sinb with a sense of emptiness, and I couldn't get satisfaction.

"We have exams next week, let's return to normal student life for a while.” “Okay….” Sinb could only agree reluctantly. She was soon falling asleep and so was I. When I fell asleep, I had a dream. I dreamed of Ms. Umji. She stood naked in front of me. Her body is almost as hot as Sinb's. She approached me and guided my hands to touch her tits. The feeling is just like touching in the real world. While I was caressing her tits, she kept moaning. Her moans kept ringing in my ears. Suddenly, she pushed me down and rode on my dick. She was a great cock rider and her expression was so horny while riding the dick. When the moment I almost creampied her, I woke up from my dream. I looked around and found that Sinb had left, which made me feel a little disappointed. When I lifted my quilt, I realized that I had a nocturnal emission but it was a great moment to have sex with Ms. Umji even though it was just a dream.

The following week is exam week, so I am also studying for the upcoming exam. However, all I could think of now was Ms. Umji, which made me unable to concentrate on my revision. I imagined her body scent, her warm hands wrapped around my cock, and these fantasies made me hard. Although I wanted to concentrate on my studies, Ms. Umji made my heart unable to calm down. I sent a message to Sinb, but she didn't reply. So I called her but she still didn't respond. "Fuck, why she didn't pick up my call !" I needed to settle my needs so I could concentrate on my studies, so I had to lie on the bed and masturbate while fantasizing about Ms. Umji. “Umji…… Ms….. I am cumming ah…..” My sexual fantasy about Umji alone can make me cum all over my hands. I wiped the cum off my hands and started focusing on my revision. On the other side, while I was masturbating, Sinb’s phone showed a missed call and she looked at the message I just sent. “Come to my house now.” She simply put down the phone and concentrated on studying. "Who do you think I am? A prostitute? You come to me when you need me and ignore me when you don't." she said in her mind.

During the exam week, everyone was very focused on preparing for the exam. I was no exception and even though the exams were tough I managed to get through the exam week. Exam week is over and I'm planning to celebrate by letting my sexual urges out. So I called Sinb's number again, but she still didn't answer. “What the fuck is this bitch doing? Why didn't you answer my call?” After hanging up the phone, I went to look for her to see why she didn't answer my call. On the way there, I saw the woman I have always dreamed of - Ms. Umji. She looks very nice today. I was already hard the moment I saw her. So I decided that I must be able to complete the unfinished agreement with her last time no matter what today.

“Hey, Miss. "Do you still remember our promises?" She looked at me a little doubtfully. "You asked me to save more semen until our next meet-up. I did it. I've been saving it for a week. So I don't know if I can..." She smirked after hearing this. She took my hand and led me somewhere without saying a word. She took me to the meeting room. After closing the door, I eagerly grabbed her cheeks and kissed her. We kissed passionately and I stuck my tongue into her mouth in the process. My hands were not idle, my hands kept roaming her body. I also put my hands into her clothes and touched her tits. The feeling of those tits was exactly the same as the feeling in my dream. I kissed her mouth and then to her neck. "I missed you so much. From that time on, all I could think about was you." “Oh really? Let me check if you save much cum for me after that.” She stopped me from kissing and pulled my pants down. “Woah…. Your cock is really hard and big, don’t you dare to let me down this time.” She was stroking my cock through my panties. It felt so provocative that I wanted to take off my underwear quickly and stuff my dick into her mouth. She noticed my nervousness again. "Relax... You can't cum so fast this time." She stuck out her tongue and let her saliva drip on my underwear. She rubbed her saliva all over the fabric around my cock. She moved closer to my panties filled with her saliva and sniffed them. "It stinks, but I like it." She took my panties into her mouth. Even though it was through the fabric, I could still feel the warmth in her mouth, which I enjoyed very much.

She continued licking for quite some time until my panties were soaked and I could feel her saliva on my cock. As if Ms. Umji knew I had had enough of teasing, she used her mouth to remove my panties. Once she removed my panties, my cock accidentally slapped on her face. I was very happy when I saw it. Far from being surprised or angry, she was as happy as I was. "Your size surely doesn't disappoint me, I just look forward to having your cock slapped in my face. But can you last longer than last time?" She took my cock into her mouth. That wet and warm mouth makes me very happy. She slowly took my entire length into her mouth. I was shocked by the depth of her mouth. My head almost touched her throat, but she didn't show any uncomfortable and she was enjoying it very much. She spit my cock out and my whole cock was covered in her saliva. She spread her saliva evenly on my cock with her hands. "How?" She smirked and asked me but she didn't give me any time to answer. She had already stuffed my cock inside her mouth again. She could almost swallow my cock so deep every time, my head hitting her throat every time. Her hands were playing with my balls too. She also licks my balls and sucks on them. Her blowjob skills are fucking amazing. She barely used her hands during the blowjob to get me to the point of cumming. Ms. Umji felt that I was about to cum, so she sped up. “Oh fuck…. I might cum now. Umji….!!!” I held her head so she wouldn't move away while I came. I shot all my cum down her throat without giving her a chance to spit it out. I didn't take my dick out until I was sure I was done with my first shot. "You still letting me down, you are too fast on cumming!" She didn't blame me for holding her head, but she blamed me for cumming too fast.

As I prepared for round two, she already tidied up herself and headed for the door. “Don’t we have a second round?” "I guess that's it for today, you didn’t meet my expectations." Just when she was about to leave, I hugged her from behind. ”Don't leave please, Ms. Umji.” Although I was begging her to stay, my hands couldn't help but still touch her body and tits. "Let me go, you let me down so much." Just when Umji was about to break free, someone suddenly opened the door to the conference room. We panicked and quickly found a place to hide. Umji did not hide but sat on the chair and I hid under her. "Ms. Umji, why are you here? I just heard a noise here so I came in to have a look. Did you hear or see anything?" "I'm just taking a short break here. I didn't hear any sound here. Maybe you heard it wrong." I don't know who Ms. Umji is talking to, but the voice sounds like it's a man. But these are not important. The most important thing now is that her pussy is right in front of me. To let her stay, I decided to take risks. I fingered her pussy while she was talking to someone. Although she wanted to leave because of my performance, her underwear was soaked. I touched her panties so lightly that my hands got wet.

“Ah…. please don’t “ Ms. Umji moan slightly. “ Are you okay, Ms. Umji? Do you need to go to the clinic?“ Seeing her reaction, he became nervous and wanted to help her. “I'm fine, sir. Please leave first, I just need a little more time to rest now.” She resisted my teasing and said to him. Before the male teacher left, I started licking her wet pussy. Her expression became more and more uncomfortable because she had to endure my teasing in front of the male teacher. “Are you really okay, miss?” "Yes.... Leave please." The male teacher finally left at the request of Ms. Umji.

After confirming he was gone, Ms. Umji could no longer bear it and moaned loudly. “Let me cum hard please.” She pressed my head in front of her pussy and held my head tightly with her legs. In just a short time, she erupted a lot. Because she clamped me so tightly, all her juices squirted onto my face. After she erupted, she was willing to let go of her thighs. As I tried to stand up, she grabbed my face and kissed me. She licked the juices from my face and then kissed me. She kissed me so hard that I almost couldn't breathe and didn't stop until I pulled her away hard. "You are fast too, miss." She blushed because of my teasing. "Now I'm giving you a chance to fuck me right here. Let me be your slut right here. Just fuck me however you want. Ruined me with your cum.” She whispered in my ear. I won't let the opportunity fly away this time. I pushed her onto the conference table. I couldn't wait to insert my cock into her wet pussy. I pushed her thighs apart and put my cock inside her pussy. “Oh fuck, your dick is so big inside me.” “Your pussy size is so fit with my dick.” I grabbed her waist and kept pounding her. I can see her tits shaking even through her clothes. That dress was too much of an eyesore, so I tore her clothes off. All the buttons on her dress fell to the floor because of me. I can finally see her beautiful and bare tits. She was not wearing a bra as if she was just waiting to show me her tits. I greedily grabbed her tits with both hands and kept groping her tits. Her tits feel so soft. Her mouth opened slightly as if she was telling me that I made her feel good. Her nipples were hard when I touched them, so I buried my head in her breasts and kept sucking on her nipples. "Ah... keep sucking it. I am like cumming." Of course, she reaching her orgasm soon because I am still fucking her pussy even when I am sucking her nipples. “I am cumming soon too, Umji.” I sped up fucking her in no words for me to cum quickly. Ms. Umji became a moaning mess after I sped up. “Yes… cum inside me…” I pushed my dick as far as it went and ejaculated all my semen inside. “Ah… Fuck, your cum is so hot inside me.”

After cumming inside her, I laid down on her and panted hard. I should can fuck her as much as I can but I don't know why Ms. Umji can make me so tired after having sex with her one time. "You can't just rest like this, don't you want me to be your cumdump? Just fuck me as much as you can until I can't get out of here." Her words energized me. I turned her around so her ass was facing me and her hands were propped up on the table. "Your ass is so sexy. “Are you trying to seduce your student with your sexy ass?" I spanked her. She let out a moan and shook her head. I spanked her again because I couldn't hear the answer I wanted to hear. "What did you say?" "Yes, I want to seduce my student with my sexy ass and let them fuck with it." She knows the answer I want to hear. “You are so slutty, miss but I like it.” I spanked her hard until her ass showed my red palm print. While I was spanking her ass, her moans made me very horny. My cock was very hard because of her moans, so I aimed my cock at her pussy and stuffed it in from behind. When I put it in she moaned the loudest she'd ever moaned. She seems very sensitive now. I just put it in and thrust it a few times and she squirted a lot. Her juices flowed down my legs. I kept my position still and used my hands to collect the juices that flowed down my legs and put them into her mouth. She licked my fingers lewdly. She so enjoyed licking juices from my fingers. After she licked all the juices off my fingers, my hands were already filled with her saliva. However, she didn't stop, instead, she continued licking it as if she was licking a cock. Since she wouldn't stop, I had to start pumping her. I pumped harder and harder. She moaned and let go my fingers. I used my saliva-covered fingers to grope her tits.

"Did I much better than your sex slave Sinb, huh?" I was groping her tits with my hands and kissing her ears. I whispered in her ears "Yes, you are definitely better than that bitch, you are my dream girl.” She smiled with satisfaction and turned her face to kiss me. We kissed passionately, but I didn't stop and continued to fuck her. Seeing her sweat made me lick her sweat. Her sweat was like an aphrodisiac and made me very excited. I started to lose my mind because of Ms.Umji. Everything about her made me crazy. I increased the force of my thrusts regardless of everything. She didn't stop me but instead enjoyed my vigorous thrusts very much. “Yes…. Fuck me like this hard…. Ruined me with your rock-hard dick.” She's so good at dirty talk. Her dirty talk had me almost on the verge of cumming. “Umji…. I am almost!” "Yes...fill me up with your hot cum again." With the last few thrusts, I creampie her again. This time the semen seemed to respond to my fantasy, I ejaculated even more than the previous times. Only Ms. Umji can makes me cum more and more every time.

“Ah…. your cum is so much inside me. It's so great.” She instantly collapsed on the table from exhaustion. I followed her and lay on her back and my cock are still inside her pussy didn't pull out. We were both panting. "You haven't taken your cock out yet, do you still want to continue, young man?" "Yeah, I'm not tired of fucking you yet." She motioned for me to sit on the chair, she followed my movements and rode directly on my cock. She didn't say anything and just rode my cock in reverse cowgirl. Her skillful riding skills brought me to the point of climax without even moving. I came quickly this time because she was so good at riding my cock. “I am sorry, cumming too fast this time.” I immediately apologized to her, feeling like she wouldn't like me cumming so fast. "It's okay, we can try other positions until you can't cum anymore." She looked at me and smirked. We didn’t know how long we had been having sex in the conference room. We only noticed that the sky outside had darkened. We were both lying there exhausted, and Ms. Umji's pussy was full of semen. “Tha..nks for the semen.” She said shakily, and I watched with satisfaction as my semen filled her pussy.

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Hello, I'm back to writing smut again. It’s been a long time since I’ve written, and I feel like I don’t know how to write. Btw, I'm still thinking about an ending to this series. I wanted to write a bad ending for this man because he was so bad to Sinb. How do you think the ending of this series should be written? Hope you will like this

#gfriend smut #gfriend umji smut #viviz smut #viviz umji smut #umji smut #kim yewon smut

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dreamwritesimagines · 7 months ago

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You're so right, Logan and Sunshine's idea of parenting would be SO different. I love the idea of Logan playing with Theo like the little kid he is and Sunshine freaking out like the helicopter mom she is

- "CAREFUL LOGAN!! HE COULD BREAK HIS HEAD!"

"Princess, I promise I ain't gonna drop him." Logan says as he's holding Theo upside down by his ankles, swinging him around as they walk "Unless he wants to be dropped, right kid?"

"Don't drop me, Mr. Logan!" Theo laughs

"What was that? I can't hear ya kid? Did ya say drop ya?" Logan would fake like he's gonna drop Theo. Both Theo and Sunshine scream

- Theo's adorable laughter is the only thing that keeps Sunshine from clawing Logan to pieces

- "DON'T drop me, Mr. Logan!"

"Oh! DON'T drop you?" Logan would chuckle "Well, why didn't you say so?" Logan would swing Theo right side up and put him up on his shoulders "How's the weather up there, bub?"

"It's great! Look how tall I am, Mom!" Theo leans on Logan's head as he tries to make eye contact with Sunshine. She nervously keeps her hands up near Theo in case she needs to quickly catch him

"You're gigantic, Bean! You must be eating everyone's vegetables at school to have gotten that big. But maybe we can shrink down again? It would make mom feel a whole lot better if you weren't taller than her. I mean, how am I supposed to kiss your cheeks when you're way up there?"

"Like this!" Theo would stretch his face as low as he can. Sunshine would chuckle and lean in to plant a sloppy kiss on Theo "Ew! Mom!"

- Theo shoots up and to wipe his face with his sleeve

- Logan would laugh until Sunshine places a sloppy kiss on his cheek too

- "Mom!" Theo gasps and quickly wipes Logan's face for him "I'm so sorry, Mr. Logan. My mom is gross."

"Hey!" Sunshine pouts her lips and huffs

"Don't worry, Theo, I can handle a little 'gross'," Logan smiles "After all, I handle you kids just fine."

- Theo gasps and starts babbling about how officially 'not gross' he is while Logan grabs Sunshine's hand as they keep walking

THIS IS SO SWEET OMGGGG-

Sunshine is definitely a helicopter mom and Logan is gonna be the more relaxed dad 😂

"Princess, I promise I ain't gonna drop him." Logan says as he's holding Theo upside down by his ankles, swinging him around as they walk ASDFGHJKL Sunshine is like about to pass out while Theo is having the time of his life, giggling 😂

Theo's adorable laughter is the only thing that keeps Sunshine from clawing Logan to pieces Lolll she would be like "Listen, I do not care if he heals..."

Logan would swing Theo right side up and put him up on his shoulders "How's the weather up there, bub?" HE IS SUCH A DAD ™️

She nervously keeps her hands up near Theo in case she needs to quickly catch him OMG-

I was literally picturing this, like her keeping her hands near Theo just in case and you wrote it! 🥰

"You're gigantic, Bean! You must be eating everyone's vegetables at school to have gotten that big. But maybe we can shrink down again? Listen, she is TRYING😂

Theo gasps and starts babbling about how officially 'not gross' he is while Logan grabs Sunshine's hand as they keep walking They are so cuuute! ❤️

I feel like Theo would fall asleep really fast at home when they get home and Logan would so pull Sunshine to himself in the couch while she's like,

"I'm so blaming you if he grows up and gets into like, skydiving or something."

"Have you ever seen me drop anything? Let alone him?"

"No but I told you before, worrying is kind of my thing."

"Princess..."

"Also like, I feel like if I look away one second-"

"Nothing is gonna happen to him ever. I promise."

#sunshine hcs

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lianaloverr · 6 months ago

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I hate you, right?*: ･ﾟ

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Yes she’s back! With a part 2! After a year…

Summary: You go over Alex’s house to do the project, but other things end up happening..

Warnings: no fluff surprisingly😲, dirty talk, mentions of intercourse, pet names (baby, sweetheart, amor, princess), Alex is dominant😝😜 , y’all i did not proofread this (update:i did, shouldn’t be any bugs!)

Word count: 1k+

“”You know your really something yea? How we get here so damn fast.”

*THE WEEKEND*

New text from: Alex🙄

hey, we still working on the project?

you: no but i’m coming over anyway

aw come on baby, your gonna have to get used to it

you: don’t call me that

call you what, baby?

you: oh my god i can see your smirk through the screen

can you now?😏

you: send me the address you dummy

since you asked so nicely princess..

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

“Thanks for dropping me off mom! i’ll be done at around 10!” I say when I pull up at Alex’s house. “Of course honey! see you later!” I waved as she pulled out of the driveway to make her way back home. An audible groan escapes from my mouth has you look at the house. Well, I have no choice, is what I think as I start walking up to the door.

One knock on the door was all it took until it opened. “Well, isn’t it my favorite girl?” the boy said in front of me. dammit he needs to stop calling me that, it makes me feel some type of way. I can’t explain it. “Oh, i’m your favorite? i’m flattered!” I say sarcastically, “okay cut the crap. Where are we setting up?” I asked curiously. “We can go to my room, just follow me.” he says as he walk around the corridor and toward the stairs. As I close the door and follow him, you look around the places I’m passing. The living room, kitchen and I see pictures all across the walls. Pictures of Alex, and his family. huh, he doesn’t look like a complete a-hole in these pictures. He actually looks sweet and a good boy in them. ew, good boy? What is wrong with me.

“Here is mi casa.” Alex says to me while turning to face mine. “Wow, it’s a wreck. Have you ever heard of cleaning?” I say joking, knowing that will work up his nerves. “You sure know what to say huh? One day i’ll shut up that pretty mouth of yours.” he mumbles that last part. “I’m sorry what did you say?” I asked, but I already knew. “You heard me, baby. I’ll shut up that pretty mouth of yours by pushing my cock inside your mouth.” I didn’t say anything, I just stood there, motionless. “Don’t know what to say princess? Did I work you up?” he says stepping closer, when I step back it makes me hit my back against the door, causing me to stop walking. “What are you doing?” “What do you mean sweetheart, I’m not doing anything.” he says, oh what is he doing? Even though I hated him with a passion, i’ve always had a foreign feeling about him too. It was sort of euphoric state of mind, like I hated him but I also had fantasies about him too. “What do you want baby? tell me and I might give it to you.” he whispers in your ear, breathing on your neck while doing so. “What are you talking about?” I try to sound confident but fail as a whimper falls on my lips when i feel his touch on my waist. “Just say the words baby.” “Please..” I said. “Please what, sweetheart?” he says. “please, I need you.” I mew, eagerly. “aww, is that what my baby wants? the be screwed over while screaming and begging for more?” he says coldy. “Yes, that’s what i want. Please!” I basically shout, I can’t do this anymore. “Well that’s to bad isn’t it? Come on we have a project to work on.” he’s says while pushing off of you and going to sit in his chair and getting on his computer.

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

What.The.Hell. I stood there in shock. Did he really just make me beg and when to sit down? This is so frustrating yet intriguing at the same time. I like to be teased, now that I think about it, Alex has all the qualities I want in a boyfriend. If it wasn’t just the way he was it would be fine. “Are you just gonna stand there or are we gonna work on this project?” he asked, looking up at you. “Don’t rush me. What was that?” you said, asking a question back. “What was what Sweetheart?” he says, looking at you smirking. He knew what he’s doing and he knew it was getting to me. But I weren’t gonna have it. “Nevermind.”

It’s 10 now. Me and alex have been working for the past 2 hours. “You know, you not as dumb as I thought you were.” Alex says to me. “Why are you lying? I won the science fair in 6th grade and you were runner up.” I smirked in his face knowing he didn’t forget that. “Okay that voting was rigged!” he shouts, half-joking. “Okay dude, that was 6 years ago get over it.” I say laughing and he just laughs with me. This is actually much nicer than all the bickering. “I should go home, it’s getting late.” I tell him. “Aw, do you really have to go home? Why can’t you just stay the night?” stay the night? He gotta be going crazy.

“Stay the night? Since when did you like me enough to let me stay the night?” I ask. “I’ve always liked you princess.” oh wow. “Oh my god stop calling me that!” You half yell in frustration. “Why princess?” “Because you know what you’re doing!” I say, looking directly at him. “And what exactly is that?” he said smirking while looking at my body up and down. “You know what? Forget it, i’m calling my mom.” “What? amor, I was just kidding! Don’t call your mom, stay here it’s too late anyway.” he walks in front of me. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. What would your mom say, what would mine say?” “My mom’s out of town for the week, it’s just me. You can just tell your mom you’re staying over a friend’s house.” “mm I don’t know Alex..” I say hesitantly. “Please amor?” he begged, looking at me with desperation in his eyes. “Fine. But this is the only time!”

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Y’all. I know, it’s been a year since I wrote part oen. But y’all deserve it, it’s been a year😭 I fear I cooked(i’m actually cooked 🤓☝🏽). Part 1 is def getting a revamp. I read over it and was like “what possessed me to write this” so that’s getting reworked, also y’all are getting a part 3 and maybe even a part 4 and 5???😳

Sorry @kalihq003 for making you wait for part 2😭 here it is

(literally had to make my own sparkly thingy bc i couldn’t find any😭)

#qsmp quackity #dsmp quackity #quackity x reader smut #alex quackity #quackity smut #quackity imagine #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #qsmp #quackity #x reader #fluff #cute #Spotify

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monosanimegenericzone · 7 months ago

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Hunter x Hunter: Phantom Troupe - Blonde Squad

idk how the hell to format this but here i go.

The poll has spoken. i post the sillies on tumbl.

Summary: i give the troupe motorcycles. suffer.

I bullshit a lot and this takes place during a random troupe related mission. the ending is meh. look at the pretty bikes instead ooh yeah ooh

Shalnark & Phinks & Pakunoda, A little touch of Chrollo too.

2.2k words <- yeah i have no idea how that happened

Art Behind the Scenes: https://www.tumblr.com/monosanimegenericzone/763741984903086080/whee-art-progression?source=share

CW: shooty bang. a little murder. this is hxh tho so idk what you were expecting

cw2: very meh ending. this is your final warning.

“Your target is the green truck heading east. Don’t let it get on the freeway,” Chrollo’s voice crackled as Shalnark ran. Shalnark grinned, “Got it! We’ll take care of it!”

“I’ve got rides,” Phinks shouted as Shalnark took his phone away from his ear, “Right around this corner!”

They rounded the bend and Shalnark gasped aloud. Waiting for them were three identical bikes, shiny and- they looked new!

“Courtesy of Kortopi,” Phinks grinned, slapping Shalnark on the back, “Paku you know how to-”

“Yes, I know how to ride,” She gave him a look and came up to the second bike, “Make sure Shal doesn’t start crying. He looks like he might.”

“He’s fine,” Phinks snorted and sat down on the first, “Just happy I finally let him have his own.”

“Phinks this is so sweet!” Shalnark wiped a fake tear from his eye, “I could kiss you!”

“Ew, save it for later,” Phinks started the ignition and revved the engine, “Let’s get going!”

Without waiting, he tore across the sidewalk and streaked into the busy street. Paku smiled softly and quickly followed with screeching tires. Shalnark eagerly brought up the rear, stuffing his hair into a hair tie and then taking off.

The road was suddenly very unsafe. Phinks led the pack, head down and scanning. He swerved to avoid a crowd of cars and checked the side streets. Anyone in his way would have to dodge him, he wasn’t stopping. He saw a flash of green through the buildings and abruptly swerved at the next intersection.

Cars honked angrily and someone slammed on their brakes to avoid hitting him. Pakunoda and Shalnark zipped after him, narrowly dodging another car. The vehicles smashed together behind them. With a fresh fire burning on their tail, Shalnark picked up speed.

Another turn and they all locked onto the target.

They were chasing an armored vehicle, labeled with a bright sailing ship on the back. With the way it was weaving through cars, it was definitely their mark. A street with three lanes was too small, but the truck was barrelling right through the cars that refused to get out of the way.

Pakunoda sighed irritably. She swerved around a crushed car and inched closer to the truck. She couldn’t shoot and drive without compromising valuable reaction time. With the speeds they were going, she couldn’t afford even a second of distraction.

The truck ran two red lights. Horns blared and a car halted just shy of hitting it. Paku veered around it, closing in on the cab. As she got closer, she realized the windows on the driver’s side were reinforced. They were heavily tinted, but with the passing street lights, she could see the moving heads of three guys in the front. Her pistol wouldn’t be able to take out all three of them. Not in one shot.

She spared a glance in her rearview mirror.

Phinks leapt over a moving car and hit the ground right next to her, “You got a plan?”

“No. The windows are too thick for me to shoot through and they’re moving too fast to get a reliable hit.”

“What about the trailer?”

“It’s a single truck, not a trailer. Unless we can stop it in its tracks, we can’t get to the container.”

Shalnark had fallen behind. He saw the two racing side by side just behind the truck and scowled. Oh it was a race now was it?? Shalnark hopped the curb and gunned down the clear path. Pedestrians screamed, diving out of the way as he ripped down the sidewalk.

He reached the same conclusion as Pakunoda: the truck was impenetrable, they’d have to find some way to stop it. Phinks wouldn’t have time to charge up nearly enough to stop something that fast and heavy.

Heck, even Uvo wouldn’t be able to stop it.

They’d have to get the vehicle to crash. All three of them realized this at the same time.

The door on the back suddenly swung open. Paku gasped and immediately braked. She swung around the car behind her as a masked man stuck his head out and aimed a rifle at Phinks.

Phinks swore and quickly shot forward as the man opened fire. Bullets sparked on the street and a random car’s tire burst. Rubber squealed and even Shalnark had to dodge the car that came careening off of the road.

They were nearing the highway. A bridge appeared in the distance and the truck was barrelling right for it.

Phinks was right next to it. He was out of range of the gunman but he was running out of time. He could go for the tires or try to knock the truck off course. With just a base punch he could make it shift just enough to get it into the shoulder. But that was too risky-

Something crashed behind him and he turned to look. A truck behind them had smashed head on with another car going the opposite direction. Its bed snapped in half, creating a perfect ramp.

Phinks’ eyes widened as he saw Pakunoda going straight for it. No way.

She hit the ramp and leapt an easy twenty feet in the air. The truck collapsed and erupted in flames as she let go of the handlebars. Mid-air, Pakunoda leapt off of her bike, dropping in a perfectly calculated arc. She dropped, heel first towards the window and slipped her handgun from her waist.

She grabbed onto the roof of the truck and swung in through the open door. The soldier shouted in alarm as she smashed her heel into his jaw.

There were three others riding with the payload. Paku ducked down behind the still-falling body and lifted her weapon. One bullet through the torso, then the skull. One bullet through the leg, then the throat. She fired twice and all three soldiers dropped dead.

Overhead, the bike hit the bridge and exploded into a plume of orange flame. Phinks whistled appreciatively, and Shalnark pulled up close behind. The truck missed the entrance onto the freeway. They could keep it in the city.

Pakunoda inspected the far wall. No doorway to speak of and a titanium wall too thick for even the highest caliber weapon they had in storage. A bazooka would probably make a dent, but not enough. She selected a single shot rifle, heavy in hand but she could make it work. She headed to the back of the truck, waving down one of the boys. Shalnark got closer and sat up on his bike, “There’s no door??”

“It’s an isolated cab,” She hung with one arm out of the side, “I can work with a window though.”

“Got it!” He let go and held out a hand for her. She slung her new weapon over her shoulder and grasped his hand. With a single leap, she let go of the door handle and into his arms.

The bike swerved a bit but he brought it under control as she seated herself on the back of the bike. Shalnark sped up as the truck made a wild right turn to try and block them off. Phinks balked and rode next to them, “That was fucking crazy!”

“It worked!” Shalnark laughed, “I’m going to get Paku a shot. Think you can stop it?”

“We’re running out of things for it to run into, but yeah, I got it,” Phinks grinned, “Right or left?”

“We’ll take left! Don’t get crushed!” Shalnark jeered and leaned away.

Together, they flanked the truck, Shalnark and Paku on the left, Phinks on the right. The driver saw Phinks first and veered to the right, trying to crush him on the street barrier. He balked, cutting the gas and slowing down just enough to dodge. The truck scraped hard against the railing, throwing sparks across the road.

Luckily or unluckily, the truck had chosen a backroad with no other cars. Shalnark veered into the opposite lane, slowly creeping up to the window until they were neck and neck. He saw the shadow of the driver’s head turn and heard some muffled shouting inside. But it was far too late.

Paku raised her rifle, humming with a hostile, yet beautifully violet, aura. The driver had milliseconds to react. She tilted her head to the side and lovingly placed a finger on the trigger, “Goodnight.”

The barrel cracked and the window shattered. Bulletproof or reinforced. It could do nothing against a .4 shrouded in a gun woman's nen. The bullet pierced the thick glass and all three heads in a neat row. The opposite window splintered, decorated with a fresh splatter of blood and brains.

It did the trick. Pakunoda ejected the empty shell and Shalnark pulled back. The truck listed to the left, dragged by the dead man’s limp corpse. Phinks pulled up next to it, arm reared back. He managed to get two charges, and he could only hope it was enough. He twisted over the front of his bike and slammed a glowing fist into its side.

Steel groaned and its tires screeched in pain. The truck lurched to the side, careening off the road and straight for a run down storefront. Phinks skidded to a stop, spinning on his front tire to watch the truck smash head first into the brick and mortar. It was kind of underwhelming to be honest. The glass snapped like it was made of plastic and the crumbling walls were just depressing as they caved in. Shalnark pulled up next to him, whistling through his teeth.

The truck came to a dead stop, covered in debris and broken glass. Pakunoda brushed her hair out of her face, “Mission complete.”

“Damn right,” Phinks cut the engine on his bike and flicked the kickstand down, “Alright, let’s grab the stuff and get back to base.”

“I call dibs on not driving it back,” Shalnark shut his bike off as well.

The payload was unharmed and surprisingly light. Phinks ripped the steel cage off of it and wrestled the crate out of the back of the truck. After some argument and Pakunoda threatening to shoot one or both of them, they decided to flip a coin to determine who would be in charge of transporting it.

Shalnark lost. Pakunoda rode with Phinks.

They rode in silence, at a moderate pace.

Phinks glanced at Pakunoda over his shoulder. She was still carrying that gun from earlier. She met his eye and leaned back a bit, “What.”

“You’re keeping that?”

She hummed and unslung one arm from around his waist, “Yes, it’s a nice piece. Might be useful for the rest of the week.”

“Thought you were a pistol only kinda person,” Phinks shrugged.

“I prefer pistols. But, in events like today I might want some heavier firepower.”

“That’s what Franklin’s for.”

“True. He’s not here though is he?”

Phinks paused, “. . . yeah. You’ve got a point.”

From there on, the ride concluded in silence. They drove out into the rundown city, surrounded by darkness and broken buildings. Somewhere in the throng of urban wasteland was a large building. Probably a shopping center of some kind, rotting away from the inside.

The two bikes pulled into the gaping maw that used to be its front doors and rumbled to a stop. Phinks shouldered the box and they approached the others. Shalnark called out into the darkness, “Danchou! Target eliminated! And the payload has been safely rescued!”

Moonlight provided merely a thin veil of light. Candles made up the rest. Seated atop the collapsed remains of the roof, Chrollo lifted his head, “Nice job. Saved us a day of searching.”

Phinks dumped the box in the middle of the room, “So, what’s in this thing?”

“Open it,” Chrollo stood up and picked his way down the landslide. Phinks obeyed and pried the lid off. Shalnark gasped, headbutting Phinks away as he gawked, “That’s so much money!”

“Roughly 50 million,” Chrollo stopped at the edge of the crate, “Assuming it’s filled end to end.”

“Feels light for 50 million,” Phinks elbowed Shalnark in the face and folded his arms. Shalnark squawked, rubbing his nose. Pakunoda stepped forward, “It could have something else hidden inside. Another safe maybe?”

“Let’s see,” Chrollo reached in and began shifting the stacks of bills aside.

Some many minutes of digging later and they discovered a plastic cube buried five layers deep. Phinks grunted, “Huh. Would you look at that?”

Chrollo gingerly lifted it out of the pile, “And this is what we were looking for.”

“Is it the guy’s will?” Shalnark asked, dumping his armful of money back into the crate. Chrollo turned the cube around a few times and then nodded, “It is.”

He looked at the three of them, “Good work. We have fourteen more to go.”

“Nice!” Shalnark grinned, beaming from ear to ear. Chrollo returned the gesture, though his smile was faint, “I’ll let you know if the other teams need help. Ideally, they won’t let any getaway vehicles slip through like this one.”

“What about the money?” Pakunoda spoke up, folding her arms gently. Chrollo made no comment on her new toy and instead paused to consider her question, “. . . keep it. We’ll spend it where we please.”

“Rodger,” Paku nodded.

“. . . so, drinks?”

// jazz hands.

// hope you like

// i have panels storyboarded but this took me a week (motivation ass) so. who knows if or when i will ever have those finished.

// ;w;

// posting this before i change my mind. im rereading and dying of embarrassment.

#hxh #fic #phantom troupe #pakunoda #shalnark #chrollo mention #idk what more do you want from me #i give irresponsible children dangerous vehicles #thats a tag now youre welcome

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Chapter Eight

WC: 6858 | R: Explicit | TW: Suicidal Ideation/Depression | Ch 8/10 | AO3

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“I’m losing my mind, Robin.” Steve groaned, slumping in his seat on the other side of the booth.

It felt a little strange leaving Eddie alone back at the house after he’d talked about leaving this morning, only to be guilt tripped into staying. Steve was furious with himself for slipping like that, for not being able to hold it in and just let Eddie go, but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t relieved that the other boy had changed his mind.

Mostly relieved.

“That's a little dramatic,” Robin said around a mouthful of bacon cheeseburger. “I think Eddie’s rubbing off on you.”

Steve cut her a hard glare. If she only knew. “That’s kinda the problem.”

“Ew,” she mumbled, before setting her food back down and pushing the plate away.

Steve rolled his eyes. “I'm serious!”

“Again, ew, but tell me more.”

After a quick glance at the empty tables directly surrounding them, Steve launched into his explanation in a hushed frenzy.

“He made it very clear he wasn’t interested but now he’s sending me more mixed signals than ever. And I know myself, okay? I fall too fast and too hard. I knew it would be tough to get over, but it’s like ever since he rejected me, things have only gotten more… more… everything! More intense, more flirty, more physical, more confusing. And then this morning I woke up and he was, y’know—”

Steve trailed off, bringing his hands up attempting to mime the not-unwelcome, but definitely compromising, position he’d found himself in that morning.

“I don’t get it,” Robin said.

“Come on, you know…”

Steve tried again, curing two fingers of his left hand in to create a crack, and extending his right pointer finger to rub aggressively between them.

“Still not getting it,” she said again. “I think you should keep going.”

This time Steve could hear the laughter in her voice and see the strain in her lips from trying not to smile.

“Oh fuck you.”

Robin smiled sweetly. “I’ll pass, thanks, but it sounds like Eddie’s up for it.”

“I don’t know,” Steve said with a sigh. “The second he woke up and realized it was me he was dry humping in his sleep, he freaked and ran out of the room.”

“He was probably just embarrassed or something,” she insisted, waving a hand.

Steve grimaced. He’d have thought the same thing, except…

“I pretended to sleep through it.”

“Steven!”

“What else was I supposed to do?!” He hissed.

Robin raised both eyebrows, taking a long loud sip from her almost empty strawberry milkshake before responding. “Say something maybe? Hump him back? I don’t know, I don’t know how people with penises communicate with each other!”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“You want to know what I think?” She went on. “I think you’re both idiots.”

“Not helpful.”

She shrugged. “If not idiots, then either one or both of you is suffering from a serious case of denial.”

“No—he just doesn’t like me like that,” Steve said. It was the only thing that made sense.

“Suuuure he doesn’t, that’s why he flirted with you so much during the whole Vecna thing.”

Steve was less than amused that she referred to their hellish ordeal over spring break as, ‘the whole Vecna thing’, but aside from that.

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed.

Robin’s mouth dropped open, and she gave him a look of pure disbelief. “Are you serious right now? The bambi eyes? The vest? Big boy? Should I go on?”

And sure, Steve had noticed those things… and everything after. It was part of why he’d gone and finally kissed Eddie in the first place, but clearly he’d read it all wrong. “It doesn’t matter, okay? I think he’s just like that.”

“How have you been on so many dates and yet you have no idea when someone is genuinely flirting their ass off with you?”

“I don’t know.” Steve whined, resting his cheek on the table and throwing his arms over his head.

Steve was hit by a wave of relief when he turned onto his street and saw Eddie’s van still sitting in the driveway, smiling to himself as he pulled his car in right next to it. He hadn’t realized til then just how worried he’d been that it might not be. That Eddie might have changed his mind and left while he was out to avoid another talk.

He schooled his face into something more neutral as he climbed the stairs, after finding the first floor empty, assuming Eddie was in his room writing away. But a peek in the open guest room doorway found it vacant as well and he quickly pivoted on his heel to look in his own room instead.

“Oh—” Steve breathed, the sight in front of him hitting him like a ton of bricks. Eddie was there alright, sitting speechless on the floor in front of a cardboard box. A very particular cardboard box.

Shit.

“Um… I can explain?”

With everything else going on he’d almost forgotten about it.

Much of Steve’s memories from the night they fought Vecna were clear and sharp… too sharp in some ways, but his recollections turned a little hazy after they were forced to leave the hospital without knowing if Eddie would live or die.

Robin had wanted to stay with him, but her parents were already there at Steve’s house, camped out on his doorstep after searching for her all over town. They’d practically dragged her out of his car when he parked. In a way, Steve had been glad for it. He couldn’t have the breakdown he needed to have in front of her. She screamed and fought until Steve told her to go, that he’d be fine, and he’d call her the next day.

He’d trudged into the house, clutching Eddie’s vest in his fist, his legs growing heavier and weaker with each step. As the last of the adrenaline in his system faded away, he stumbled, landing hard on the foyer floor, all alone in his big empty house, and couldn’t find the will to get up.

On hands and knees he’d crawled down the hall to the small bathroom on the ground floor, the angry wounds at his sides and back pulling with every movement, a searing pain that made him want to curl up and cry—or maybe it was just the critical mass.

With tears beginning to blur his vision he finally reached the sink, pulling himself up with hands that were still tacky with the remnants of dried blood. He washed and scrubbed but the reddish-brown color of it had settled deep into the lines of his palms and under his nails and it’s not like it mattered. His hands would never be clean.

Even if Eddie did make it.

A sudden wave of nausea had him lunging for the toilet, violently expelling what little was in his stomach, and once it was truly empty, dry heaving for good measure before finally collapsing to the ground, pressing his cheek into the cool tile below.

The faint light of dawn was streaming in through the bathroom’s small window by the time he scraped himself up off the floor, grabbing Eddie’s vest from where he’d dropped it in the hall before making his way up the stairs to his room.

He carefully folded the bundle of filthy denim, soaked in blood and gore and laid it down on his desk before taking off his own ruined clothes. Somehow he found the energy to shower, and a few blinks later he was as clean as he was going to get, dressed in a fresh pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt, staring down at the heap of soiled cloth he’d just stripped out of, so stained that the shirt and jacket looked like they were a completely different color than when he’d put them on at The War Zone.

It was so much blood he could hardly wrap his head around the reality of it. In the moment, he’d been a little more focused on getting Eddie’s heart beating again. It hadn’t really sunk in. Could a person really survive losing so much? Could they have gone through all this, gotten Eddie safely to the hospital only for him to die anyway?

Would that just be it? Dead and gone without a goodbye?

Steve fought to cut that thought off at its ankles, to think positively, to have hope, but it refused to fall away completely. Pulled by a force he didn’t understand at the time, and only barely did now, he went to his closet, dragging out a box that held his old school books, binders, flashcards and the like, and dumped the contents to the floor.

He considered again the pile of his dirty clothes and thought nonsensically that these bits of Eddie, his blood, his vest… If the worst happened they might be all Steve had left to remember him by. Without further hesitation he scooped it all into the box, and after running his fingers over the buttons on its front one last time, he placed the vest on top of the stack, closed the box’s flaps, and slid it under his bed for safe keeping.

But he couldn’t say all of that, could he?

“Jesus, it sounds even worse when I say it out loud. I’m sorry, I know it was crazy. I-I’m just gonna shut up now.”

Steve expected a lot of things in that moment, most of them involving Eddie fleeing from the room like his hair was on fire, and never speaking to him again. What he didn’t expect, could never in a million years have seen coming, was Eddie’s voice so softly saying, “not crazy,” as he rose to his feet and padded closer.

A hand gently circled Steve’s wrist, pulling his hands away from his face, and left him looking up into Eddie’s heavy lidded gaze.

“Or if it is, I don’t fucking care—.”

The next thing Steve knew Eddie was climbing into his lap, running those long fingers through his hair, and kissing him like the world might end again if he didn’t.

Steve whined into Eddie’s mouth as Eddie deepened the kiss, their lips slotting together as if they were always meant to meet this way. It made him regret all over again that embarrassing morning in the kitchen. This should have been their first kiss. But, if that moment had in any way led them to this one?

He’d do it all again in a heartbeat.

When they were forced to come up for air, Eddie pulled back, grasping Steve’s shirt by the hem and tugging it over his head in one quick movement. Steve moved to do the same in return, wanting to feel as much of Eddie against as much of himself as humanly possible before he woke up from this glorious daydream. But Eddie stilled his hands as they grasped the cloth of his faded t-shirt, his eyes suddenly guarded, nervous, where moments ago they were filled only with heat.

That wouldn’t do.

Steve understood well the fear of being seen, in all meanings of the word. He had his own scars and imperfections, and if it had been anyone other than Eddie perched in his lap right now, stripping him bare, he might have had a similar reaction, but Eddie knew where he’d been, what he’d endured, what they’d both fought against together. If anyone could understand them, it was each other, and he couldn’t let Eddie go on for one more second thinking otherwise. He released his hold on Eddie’s shirt, taking both of Eddie’s hands in his and slowly raising them to his lips, pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles without ever breaking eye contact.

“I wanna see you too,” he said, his mouth still hovering above the back of Eddie’s hand. “Please.”

Eddie stared, eyes shining and mouth agape for a moment before squeezing Steve's hands and pushing them aside, before slowly pulling his shirt up over his head himself, tossing it to the floor.

It wasn’t the first time Steve had seen Eddie shirtless, but it was the first time he allowed himself to admire the view openly. Pink and red scars stood out, stark against the pale expanse of Eddie’s chest and midsection.

Steve leaned in, pressing gentle open-mouthed kisses over every inch of still-healing skin, worshiping the scars he’d only glanced at before, afraid to stare too long and give himself away. Wrapping one arm around his back, Steve held Eddie close, his other hand caressing up the length of his side, rolling a thumb over Eddie’s remaining nipple as he licked the scar tissue where the other would have been. Eddie shuddered at the touch, head thrown back as a breathy sigh escaped his lips.

It could have gone on like that forever and Steve would have been in heaven but soon Eddie was taking his chin in hand, angling his mouth up to claim it with his own as he pushed back, and back, until Steve was lying flat on the bed with Eddie full weight resting on top of him.

They ground against each other as their tongues danced. Eddie was hard, undeniable so, the length of him pressing deliciously into Steve’s own throbbing cock, every movement of their hips together sending sparks of pleasure through his core. Just when Steve thought he couldn't take it anymore, that he was going to come in his pants like some blushing virgin, Eddie shifted.

Raising himself up on his knees, Eddie began to slide down Steve’s body, kissing and licking and biting a trail from his throat, all the way down his chest and stomach until he reached the waistband of his Jeans. Eddie paused then, looking up as he took the button fly between two fingers, as if asking silent permission.

Steve reached down to cup Eddie’s cheek, brushing over his full swollen lips with his thumb. “Are you sure you want to?” He asked.

Eddie’s tongue darted out, licking the tip of Steve’s thumb as he nuzzled into his touch. “Are you kidding?”

With deft hands, Eddie worked Steve’s pants open, turning his head to press a kiss to his palm before moving away, climbing down off the bed to pull Steve’s jeans all the way off. He was left lying there in only his boxers, his hard cock tenting them obscenely as Eddie gazed down at him, licking his lips.

Steve stared right back, holding Eddie’s eye as he slipped his hands through the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down.

A punched out sound escaped Eddie’s throat when Steve’s length sprang free and he started to rush forward, before pausing to push his own pants to the floor, underwear and all, leaving them both completely bare for the other, for the very first time.

Until that moment Steve had sort of forgot that this was new to him, that it was his first time fooling around with a man and he should probably be feeling nervous about that, but all he think was how right it all felt and the only thing making him nervous was that this was Eddie, someone he’d come to care about so fucking much.

Finally, Eddie crawled back onto the bed, his cock swinging heavy and hard between his legs, a tempting sight that made Steve’s mouth start to water, before settling himself on his stomach between Steve’s thighs.

After pressing a tender kiss to the inside of Steve’s thigh, Eddie dove right in, taking the head of Steve’s cock into his mouth.

The feel of Eddie’s tongue swirling around the tip of him was second only to the sight of it, those stretched lips, the way he held Steve’s gaze through the curtain of his dark lashes as he sank down, taking more and more into his mouth, and it was all Steve could do not to throw his head back and revel in it.

He wasn’t going to last at this rate, it simply felt too good.

Steve tried to hold himself still, let Eddie take what he could, what he wanted, but when he hollowed his cheeks Steve hips bucked of their own accord, until he slammed into the back of Eddie’s throat.

“Fuck,” Steve cursed, half crazed with pleasure, but fighting against his every instinct to not move again. “S-sorry, I—”

His stuttered apologies were cut off by a needy, strangled moan, the vibration doing nothing to cool the heat building like a wave in his body. Eddie's eyes rolled back, and his hands slid under Steve’s ass, squeezing, encouraging him to thrust again.

That was all Steve needed to let go, to begin fucking up into Eddie’s throat with abandon, spurred on by every little whine and whimper, and the way Eddie’s throat convulsed as he swallowed around him.

“Close,” Steve forced out as he lost his rhythm, hips bucking erratically. It was the only warning he could muster, too lost in the haze to form more words than that.

He expected Eddie to pull off, maybe finish him by hand, not that he’d need much help, but instead he doubled down, meeting each thrust to help drive Steve’s cock deeper and deeper until the wave of pleasure inside him became tsunami, cracking over and through him until he came, shooting hot down Eddie’s throat with a choked off cry.

Steve came back to himself in bits and pieces, his softening cock still engulfed in warmth as Eddie held it in his mouth, gently sucking him clean.

It made him squirm, feeling both amazing and too much all at the same time, and as soon as the blood returned to the rest of his body Steve was hauling Eddie up to lay on top of him again, claiming Eddie’s ruined mouth with his own.

The kiss was salty and bitter and filthy and wonderful, and as much as Steve never wanted this moment to end, he could feel Eddie, so hard where his cock was trapped between them, grinding against his naked hip.

Steve pushed up against him, offering more friction as he continued his assault on Eddie’s lips and tongue.

“God, Steve,” Eddie cried out, pulling back to catch his breath. “I think I could come just like this.”

“Yeah?”

Steve wound his hand into Eddie’s hair, lightly griping it at the base of his head, angling it up to give him better access to his neck. Eddie arched his back at the touch, a high-pitched keening noise slipping from his mouth as he ground his hips faster, chasing his own pleasure. Steve tightened his hold on Eddie’s hair, tugging harder, at the same time dragging his teeth along Eddie’s throat.

Eddie spilled between them suddenly in a hot rush, his nails digging into Steve’s shoulders as he rode out his orgasm.

Their lips met again in a few slow lazy kisses as Eddie came down, until finally they relaxed into each other, Eddie’s head resting on Steve’s chest.

All too soon the afterglow was fading, and Steve could feel his anxiety creeping in, the worry that Eddie would regret what they had just done.

Or worse, that it hadn’t meant anything to him, when it had meant the world to Steve.

That nothing had actually changed.

Before he could turn his fears into coherent thought, let alone give voice to those thoughts, the sound of someone laying hard on the doorbell downstairs rang through the house.

“Shit, I forgot,” Eddie said, jumping up from the bed like a shot, leaving Steve cold and alone, his arms suddenly empty. “Wayne said he was off tonight and he wanted to stop by.”

Steve glanced at the clock, anything to stop himself from watching Eddie clean himself off with a wad of tissues and scramble around frantically for his pants, looking spooked.

6:00pm.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Eddie cursed again, sounding truly panicked as he tried to turn his t-shirt right-side-out with shaking hands, and it was enough to have Steve swallowing his own feelings, knowing there'd be plenty of time to wade through that mess later.

He rose from the bed, ignoring his own nakedness and gently took the shirt from Eddie’s hand, flipping it around and slipping it over his head for him.

“Hey,” Steve said softly, reaching up to run his fingers through Eddie’s curls. His hair still looked wild, but less like they’d been rolling around in bed, and more the way it usually fell. “Why don’t you go let him in, see if he wants to stay for dinner, and I'll be right down. Okay?”

For a beat Eddie just stared at him, but then the frazzled look in his eyes eased a bit and the ghost of a smile appeared across his lips. “Yeah, okay. I’d… um, I think he’d like that.”

After another long pause with those big doe eyes trained on Steve’s face, which had his heart threatening to climb up into his throat, Eddie went for the door, looking back over his shoulder one more time before disappearing out into the hall.

The instant he was alone Steve dropped back down onto the bed, Eddie’s cum still wet on his hip and dripping down his thigh. He took a moment to collect himself, wiping the evidence of what they’d done together off with a handful of kleenex the same way Eddie had.

He was glad Wayne was there, he knew the man had to have been missing his nephew, and vise versa, but the timing was… not ideal, to put it mildly.

Burying his face in his pillow and trying to ignore the dread pooling in his stomach, Steve thought over what they had in the fridge. It took him all of three seconds to decide to take it easy on himself and order a pizza.

Now he just had to get dressed, put on a good face for Wayne, and make it through an entire evening before he’d get to find out what happened now, and how Eddie felt.

“It's good to see you, son,” Wayne said, wrapping Steve up in a tight hug.

The moment Steve had walked in the living room, finding both Munsons on the couch with Cokes in hand, Wayne had smiled, a rare sight, and gotten up to greet him as though he’d missed Steve as much as his own family.

Steve swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat as they separated. “Y-you too, Mr. Mu—”

Wayne clicked his tongue, looking at Steve pointedly.

“—Wayne.”

The older man nodded, pleased, and retook his seat. “Eddie was just fillin’ me in on what you boys been up to.”

“Um…” Steve felt himself go pale, shooting a confused and slightly panicked glance at Eddie.

“I think it’s great you spent some time with that little fella Dustin and the rest of your young friends. Even let ‘em sleep over, I hear. You’re a right saint, Steve.”

“Right, yes! The kids,” Steve rushed out.

Eddie snorted a laugh, hiding it behind his hands.

Steve shot him a look, before turning back to Wayne. “It was a great night. They really missed Eddie.”

“Not gonna tell him about my own bit of altruism?” Eddie asked, puffing up his chest.

Steve rolled his eyes, crossing the room to plop down on the open end of the couch next to Eddie. The little back and forth was doing wonders to settle his nerves. This should have been one of the more awkward moments of his entire life, and it was a little, but it also felt kinda nice, teasing like it was any normal day.

“Don’t pretend it’s some noble act to run your little nerd game for them. You know you love it.”

Eddie cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. “Guilty as charged.”

“Oh, Ed,” Wayne said, voice cracking a little. He turned away for a second, wiping it as eyes. “Sorry, just glad to see you enjoying yourself, and a’course, It’s good to hear you talking about Demons and Daggers again.”

It was Steve’s turn to snort. “It’s Dungeons and Dipshits, actually,” he couldn’t resist chiming in.

“I hate both of you,” Eddie grumbled.

Wayne chuckled, reaching over to ruffle his nephew’s hair. “Sure ya do.

The pizza came in record time, and the three of them quickly dug in, eating straight out of the box, a roll of paper towels Eddie had swiped from the kitchen doubling as their dishware and their napkins.

Steve’s mom would have been appalled.

“You boys mind putin’ the game on? Should be a good one,” Wayne asked, tucking in to his second slice.

“Come on,” Eddie whined. “You know I hate basketball. Haven't I suffered enough?”

Steve tossed the remote to Wayne, who nodded his thanks.

“Lucky for you it’s baseball season,” Steve said, bumping his shoulder lightly against Eddie’s.

“Yeah,” Eddie scoffed, sinking back into the couch cushions with his arms crossed, pouting. “Lucky.”

Unfortunately the game was not very exciting. Sometimes baseball was just like that, but though the Cubs and the Cardinals weren’t putting on much of a show, Steve loved every second of it anyway. It might just go down as one the top ten best evenings of his life. He wondered if this was what family dinners were supposed to be like, instead of the stuffy affairs he’d suffered through on the rare occasion his parents were actually around. He much preferred the playful bickering, punctuated by comfortable silences. He could get used to this, and wasn’t that a frightening thought when he still had no idea if he and Eddie’s unexpected romp in the sack meant that the other boy’s feelings had changed.

Though he was thoroughly enjoying the company, once the pizza was gone and the game was over, Steve decided to say good night early. He needed a shower and the Munson men needed a little time to themselves.

He’d just hit the top of the landing, half lost in his own thoughts when Wayne could be heard, whispering loudly from below.

“Alright, kid, I know it’s none of my business, but at least tell me you boys are bein’ safe.”

The question stopped Steve in his tracks, and had him straining his ears to hear more.

There was a soft sputtering noise that clearly came from Eddie, before he stuttered out, “W-what? I don’t know what you–”

Wayne’s gruff voice quickly cut him off. “D’you think I'm blind? Like I can’t see you two making goo–goo eyes at each other right in front of me? You know I don’t got a problem with it. I love you just the way you are, and it looks like I aint the only one.”

There was a long beat of silence before Eddie spoke again. “What are you saying?”

“Christ, I know you struggled in school but I always thought it was ‘cause you didn’t care, not because you were actually dumb as dog shit.” Wayne let out a deep, long-suffering sigh. “That boy is in love with you. No surprise after what he’s done for ya, an’ the way he talked about ya, and listening to me yammerin’ on all the time.”

Steve held his breath, gripping the railing tight enough to make it creak as he braced himself for Eddie’s reply.

“No,” Eddie scoffed. “He can’t… t-that’s not—it’s not like that, okay? We’re just… friends.”

“Does he know that?” Wayne snapped.

“Um—”

“Don't bullshit me, boy. I don’t know what’s goin’ on here… whether you’re lyin’ to him, me, yourself, or all three of us, but I didn’t raise you to be cruel. Don’t be leadin’ him on If you don’t feel somethin’ for him.”

It was enough.

It was too much, actually. Steve could practically feel the pity in Wayne’s voice and he couldn’t bear to hear any more, wishing he’d never eavesdropped in the first place. He fled as quickly and quietly as he could for the bathroom at the end of the hall, locking himself inside.

He wasn’t one to expect good things to happen, not anymore, but he’d let his guard down, let himself begin to hope and it all came crashing down as he stepped under the hot spray of the shower, scrubbing himself like he could erase it all with a loofah and a bar of soap.

When he was as clean as he’d ever been in his life, and fresh out of excuses to keep hiding in there, he wrapped himself in a towel and crept out of the bathroom. He tiptoed past the guest room and into his own with a relieved sigh, only to startle when he found Eddie sitting on his bed, the bed they’d been sharing, the bed where only hours before Steve’s entire world had shifted, his feelings for Eddie crystalizing, for better or for worse, into something lasting.

Something with the power to break him.

Eddie glanced up, his gaze fixed on Steve’s chest before sliding slowly down to where bare skin disappeared under his fluffy white towel.

“Hey,” Steve said, breaking whatever spell Eddie had fallen under.

“Hey,” Eddie parroted back, quickly looking away, cheeks pink. “Can we talk?”

Steve knew what was coming, and he trusted Eddie to let him down easy, like he had before. But unlike before, Steve now knew what Eddie’s tongue tasted like, his sweat, skin. He knew the shape of Eddie’s face when he was filled with want, and the desperate way he whined when a cock hit the back of his throat.

And he knew heartbreak was inevitable, but he couldn’t bring himself to face it quite yet. “I’m kinda tired. Can it wait till morning?”

Eddie studied him for a long time, chewing on his lip, before finally nodding.

Steve went for the dresser, turning his back to Eddie as he moved on autopilot towards the next step in his usual bedtime routine, but as his hand rested on the top drawer’s handle he thought, if this was his last night with Eddie before it all blew up in his face, he might as well take a chance.

With a gentle tug he loosened the towel around his waist letting it drop, the air of the room cooling the now bare skin of his ass and thighs, overwarm from the too long shower. The cloth had barely hit the floor when there was a soft gasp from behind him.

Gathering all the confidence he could, Steve turned back around. Eddie’s eyes were fixed on him once again, darker now, hungry as they raked up and down Steve’s damp body.

In a mirror of their earlier encounter, Steve crossed the room, straddling Eddie’s lap where he sat and bringing their lips together in a deep, all consuming kiss.

Eddie melted against him at first, his arms winding around Steve’s back, holding him tight until he pulled back, panting for breath. ”I thought you were tired?” he said.

In reply Steve only leaned back in, recapturing Eddie’s mouth.

Again Eddie kissed back, like it was instinct, only to break it seconds later, resting their foreheads together. “S-Steve, I really think we should…”

“Please, Eddie,” Steve begged, cutting him off, voice breathy as he ran his hands up under Eddie’s t-shirt. “Not yet.”

Eddie groaned, low and long, and Steve thought he would argue again, but as if he’d used up all of his restraint, Eddie snapped, crushing their lips back together.

Steve smiled into the kiss, breaking it himself only long enough to rip Eddie’s shirt off before licking back into his mouth. His hands roamed all over Eddie’s back, sides, arms, whatever he could reach, trying to commit the feel of him to memory while he had the chance. When he was satisfied that he’d never forget the skin under his hands, Steve pulled away, sliding to his knees at Eddie’s feet without a word.

Eddie froze, mouth hanging open until Steve reached for the waistband of his sweats and began to work them down his body. He returned to life enough to lift his hips off the bed so Steve could pull the pants the rest of the way off.

Starting at his ankles, Steve caressed his hands slowly up Eddie’s pale legs, lightly kneading his calves, and brushing over the soft fine hairs of his thighs before gently pushing them apart. Eddie’s cock stood out, thick and already so hard for him, glistening where he leaked at the tip.

With one last look into Eddie’s eyes to make sure he wanted this, and by the wrecked expression on his face he definitely did, Steve leaned in, pressing a kiss to the head of Eddie’s cock before licking into the slit.

An unexpected moan crossed Steve’s lips as he caught a bead of precum on his tongue. Heat pooled in his belly, and he had to resist reaching down to touch himself as he opened wide to take Eddie fully into his mouth.

Steve bobbed his head slowly, getting a feel for the way the weight felt on his tongue, the way it filled his mouth, taking special care to make sure he kept his teeth safely out of the way.

It was so different to going down on girls, something Steve had always enjoyed, but not bad different. Not bad at all. He loved the velvety feel of Eddie’s shaft, how it glided past his lips so easily when it was slick with spit, and the way he quickly got lost in it all. No thoughts, just overwhelming sensation and focus on making his partner feel good.

Eddie was going wild above him, shaking and letting out a non-stop string of wordless curses and moans. It made Steve preen, feeling bold enough to try and take his cock deeper, faster, until he got too cocky, accidentally choking himself just a little.

He recovered quickly but suddenly Eddie’s hand was in his hair, tugging him off.

“Why did you make me stop?” Steve asked, leaning against Eddie’s thigh, panting as he caught his breath.

“I… I want—” Eddie hesitated, his own chest heaving like he’d been running a marathon.

“Whatever it is, Eddie. It’s yours,” Steve promised, meaning it so goddamn much that it hurt.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Steve very nearly blacked out for a second, already imagining Eddie sprawled on his back, his hair splayed out around him, how good it would feel to push inside.

“Please?” Eddie spoke again, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.

As if he needed to beg for something like that.

Steve groaned, pushing himself to unsteady feet, all the blood in his body decidedly not going to his head. “I'm the one who should be saying please,” he said, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s cheek.

“You have lube, condoms?” Eddie asked, laying himself back on the bed.

Steve was already a step ahead of him, climbing over his bed to the far side so he could reach into his nightstand. Sure he’d never had sex with another guy before but apart from needing a bit more prep, or so he assumed, the mechanics of it were simple and familiar enough.

Watching quietly, Eddie’s eager eyes followed his every move as Steve brought the small bottle and foil packet over, slicking up his fingers. Eddie pulled his knees up, spreading his legs to reveal his tight hole and Steve wasted no time reaching out to press the first digit in.

Eddie writhed as Steve worked the finger deeper and deeper with each pass. He listened carefully to Eddie’s body, letting it be his guide for when he could move more or add another finger, until he was three deep, stretching Eddie as quickly and carefully as he dared.

“I’m ready,” Eddie gasped, working his hips, fucking himself down on Steve’s hand as he let out breathy moans. “I need—I need more.”

“Fuck.” Steve could have watched him like this for hours and never be bored but Eddie wanted him, needed him, and his own arousal was starting to become too insistent to ignore. Gently, he pulled his fingers out, running a soothing hand down Eddie’s thigh when he whined at the loss.

“I’ve got you, I promise,” he said, finally tearing into the foil packet and rolling the condom on himself.

Eddie’s legs were already shaking as Steve lined himself up, and he hooked an arm under his knee helping to hold it up as he began to push inside Eddie’s tight heat.

The feel of it was so overwhelming it took all of Steve’s will not to thrust hard and fast. He didn’t want this to be over before it’d be begun, and he didn’t want to hurt Eddie but the way he was clenching down on him and the needy sounds that spilled from his lips with every inch he took made it so hard for Steve to hold back.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie cried out, unrestrained when Steve finally bottomed out. And when he felt like he could do it without coming instantly Steve finally started to move.

“So good, Steve” Eddie rasped out between cries of pleasure. “Making me feel so good, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

The pet-name set Steve’s blood on fire and he hiked Eddie's leg up higher, bending him a little in half so he could lean down and capture Eddie’s lips in a brief, messy, open-mouthed kiss, never slowing his thrusts.

In no time, Eddie’s moans became more and more constant, near frantic sounding with each snap of Steve’s hips.

“What do you need?” Steve asked, voice husky as he crept closer to his own peak.

“Touch me,” Eddie called out, breathlessly. “Please—please touch me.”

Steve did just that, spitting into his palm before taking Eddie in hand, stroking him in time with his thrust as he felt his own orgasm building.

They came together. Eddie spilling over Steve’s fist, while Steve pulsed deep inside Eddie’s body, whispering Eddie’s name like a prayer as he did.

They laid tangled together for a long time after, Eddie’s cum spreading between them into a sticky mess that neither seemed to mind, but eventually Steve forced himself to get up. He took a quick trip to the bathroom, disposing of the condom in the trash and wetting a rag in the sink.

When they were both cleaned off, Steve collapsed to the bed, exhaustion—mental, physical, and everything in between already beginning to pull him under. He barely managed to roll over on his side, reaching back to pull Eddie’s arm around his waist, before falling into a deep sleep.

Steve woke to an empty bed.

He shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was, but even knowing that didn’t stop his stomach from dropping or his heart from racing.

Eddie’s side of the bed was cold. Though it was obvious he’d been gone a while Steve still leapt up in a panic, shoving his legs into the first pair of shorts he could get his hands on and racing into the other room—Eddie’s room.

Empty.

Empty of everything that had made it Eddie’s. No more notebooks and cassette tapes strewn all over the dresser, no clothes littering the floor. He’d even made up the bed. If the sight wasn't so heart-shatteringly painful, Steve might have been impressed that Eddie had managed it all without waking him. The only sign that he’d even been there at all was the lingering smell of cigarettes and old spice.

Predictably, Eddie’s van was gone.

Steve sat down on his front step and dropped his head into his hands.

After everything he’d overheard last night, he should have known this would happen, but as dumb as it sounded he’d still had hope that maybe things would be different this morning.

Why—because the sex had been good? Because it had felt less like fucking and more like making love?

God, he was pathetic.

It didn’t matter that every kiss had felt like a promise and each moan had sounded like ‘I want you, I need you,’ when really all Eddie had been trying to say was goodbye.

Distantly he heard the sound of bike tires crunching over grass, the chain rattling as it fell, then a pair of red converse sneakers came into view.

“Oh, Steve,” Robin said, crouching down in front of him, resting her head against his for a moment.

“How did you know?” He asked without looking up.

“Wayne called me.”

Steve groaned, rubbing at his face before finally raising it. He’d given Wayne her number a while back just in case. This wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind at the time but he supposed he should be grateful.

“He said he didn’t know what happened,” she added. “Except that Eddie had come home in the middle of the night and I should check on you… Do you wanna talk about it?”

Steve blew out a long breath. “Not really, but let’s go inside and I'll tell you anyway.”

Chapter 9

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gaytoescvlt · 2 months ago

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cw: mean boyfriend, degradation (not really sexual), smut, unprotected, p in v, might be ooc but I can see him being a dickhead tbh.

Authors note: I haven’t actually posted anything for jjk before (I was too scared lol), so if you all like this and want more, lmk. This may or may not be based off my boyfriend, cause I needed to vent a little lol, it’s fine chat. Enjoy <3

Mean bf Suguru, who’s always degrading you in front of his friends.

“Look at you! Put your tits away slut, want my friends to see how desperate you are?”

“You’re fucking stupid, skank.”

“Get a load of this dumb bitch-“

His words stung, but you do your best not to let him know he gets to you. You know he acts big and bad in front of his friends as to not seem weak.

Mean bf Suguru, who barely ever texts you back.

“Hey Suguru, what do you want for dinner tonight?”

Read at 4:47pm.

“Hey baby, I miss you! Can I drop by later?”

“Ew idgaf.”

Staring at his texts made you tremble softly, wondering why you even bothered with him.

Mean bf Suguru, who acts like he absolutely hates you, almost all the time.

“Hey, wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Sure, sounds nice.”

He scrolled through for a moment before he picked a movie that you had mentioned you liked months ago.

“This is one of my favorite movies-“

“Yea, you talk so fucking much so I’ve able to learn a thing or two.”

He grabs your shoulders with a feather light touch and lays you to rest against him. His firm grasp is warm, safe, secure. Everything you wish he was.

He lays there with you, occasionally adding in small comments about things happening on screen. He cracks a few jokes and makes you laugh more than anyone else could. It’s the moments like this that you stay with him for.

You almost miss the way he presses gentle kisses onto your shoulder and the back of your neck.

Mean bf Suguru, who shows that he loves you with the way he fucks you.

“Fuck baby, you look so pretty right now-“

You sat on his lap, bouncing on his cock at a near brutal pace. His hands firmly held your hips as he looked up at you in utter awe, like you were the most angelic thing he’d ever seen.

“Fuck your so tight, take me so well- fuck!”

Suddenly his hands move from your hips to grab at your back. He brings you down so that you’re flush against his chest.

“Kiss me, please, I need it-“

You oblige and meet his lips with a messy kiss.

Before you know it, he’s flipping you onto your side, and is pumping deep inside you in a cuddle position.

His grip on you is impossibly tight, like he’s scared that the second he lets go, you’ll disappear.

He thrusts into you like a mad man, but every stroke is filled with the upmost tenderness and raw intimacy.

“I’m close babe, can I cum inside? Please, fuck-“

You quickly nod your head, feeling your own high rapidly approaching. He reaches in between your connected bodies and begins to rub fast circles on your clit. You begin to feel the pit in your stomach get tighter as he twitches inside of you.

“Fuck I’m cumming, take it, take it all like a good girl.”

With that you release at the same time as him.

He collapses next to you, attempting to regain his composure.

“Y’need anything?”

“Water would be nice-“

“Of course, babe, don’t need you passing out on me.”

He comes back with ice water and a towel and begins to clean you up.

Once you’re taken care of, he wraps his arms around you, and you soak up the next few hours of intimacy. You know that when you wake up in the morning, your boyfriend is gonna go back to being an asshole.

#gaytoescvlt #mean boyfriend #geto suguru #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk smut #geto smut #getou suguru x reader #i guess this is a vent #gaytoescvlt masterlist

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thomatri · 2 months ago

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Temptation

Synopsis- your dating Dazai, but before that you guys had a messy history

Paring - Dazai Osamu x mreader

Warning- mentions of sexual abuse, cursing, sexual themes,

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“You know Dazai and you are a perfect couple” Atsushi says making me scowl

“Ew”

“Huh? But he’s your boyfriend”

“Doesn’t make him any less gross” I say gagging

Atsushi rolls his eyes finding himself distracted with something else to distract himself with

“I think our relationship beginnings was quite romantic” Dazai says with a smirk

“You mean me beating the shit out of you while Chuuya worked on all the missions partially alone sure quite romantic” I say rolling my eyes closing on my eyes on the coach to take a nap since I have no missions

——

“You found him in a cult? That’s new” young Dazai says eyeing you with his soulless eyes

“Yup! He almost has your same look, but there’s still the slightest bit of light in his compared to yours” Mori says laughing

Not that shit was amusing

“What’s your name” Dazai asks me

“None of your goddamn business” I say wanting to spit on him

He looks scrawny enough where I can take him in a fight, but not that Mori guy

I can feel his disgusting energy from here

“Feisty” Dazai says whistling walking away

“Yup! That’s our Y/n” Mori says and I glare

“Oh Y/n I see” he says

“So what’s your ability” Dazai asks tilting his head to the side

“He can make anyone be infatuated with him” Mori says with his creepy smile

“Oh god this is going to be a pain. I’m going to have to keep my ability on at all times?”Dazai says groaning

“Is that possible?” Mori asks laughing, but now Dazai feels the same way as me frowning

“That’s the first time I’ve seen you show emotion in a very long time this will be fun” Mori says giggling making me scoff

“Just tell me our first mission so I can get this shit over” I say rolling my eyes brushing a hand through my hair

“Fine fine it’s just taking down some government guards who found one of our supplies” Mori says passing us a file

“This seem fairly hard for a newcomer” Dazai says and I scoff rolling my eyes

“I’ve done much worse shit” I say grabbing the file aggressively

Mori tells Dazai to stay back for a little while and I go over the file as I wait

I can’t lie Dazai is extremely attractive, but maybe that’s just my fucked up brain attracting fucked up people

“Let’s go” Dazai says and I nod wordlessly

——

“Welp this the building. You can stay back if you want it shouldn’t be too hard” he says and roll my eyes

“As if you’d rat me out” I say stepping up

Dazai rolls his eyes cocking his gun and rolling his eyes

I pause and tap his shoulder

“What?”

“Just…just cover me and whatever you do don’t let them touch me” I say and he quirks an eye brow and shrugs as we run in

He immediately starts shooting

I run out as fast as I can trying to slap as many guards as possible to activate my ability. When I slap someone and activate my ability it causes them to become infatuated with me, but it goes beyond love it can become obsessive I’m still trying to lean to control it

The guards immediately take there eyes off of Dazai and keep there’s eyes on me. I’m exhausted from all the running and thankfully Dazai aim is flawless or I’d be dead

They run towards me full speed and before I can run Dazai throws me over his shoulder and starts shooting

“What the hell how are they running so fast?!” He says

“What the hell did you do?!” Dazai says almost seeming panicked

“I used my ability duh” I say

I flip off of Dazai and right before the guards get us I kiss him and they drop to the floor

“Why are they twitching…EW” he says as we run back into the building quickly clearing the cargo to transfer it some where else

As soon as we get far enough we start walking

“Your ability is fucked up” Dazai says

“And I thought mine was bad” he says shrugging

I don’t say anything because what is there to say to make my enemies more weak I have to kiss someone the farther I go to weaker they get and if I well you know they die

It’s weird

And fucked up for a teenager to have. Thankfully it only activated semi recently

“Aren’t you going to say anything because if not us being partners is going to start sucking really quick” he says and I stay silent I mean does he think I’m dumb I saw the file in his hand from Mori had my name so I’m assuming Mori gave it to him for leverage over me

Well I can care less about my past. I could care less about much of anything anymore

Dazai grabs my shoulders and kisses me

His lips are surprisingly soft now that I’m not worried about immediate death

When he breaks the kiss softly in stunned

“I thought it would be interesting to give you your first non ability kiss” he says shrugging walking ahead of me leaving me stunned

——

“FUCK” I say jumping up in a cold sweat

Everyone staring at me which is not helping

I get up to get some fresh air slamming the door behind me intentionally

Feeling the cold air of Yokohama definitely helps

I take a deep breath

“You okay?” Dazai says

“Shit I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen you so serious” I say

“I try to keep it for special occasions” he says smiling softly

He doesn’t ever smile, but whenever he does it’s always perfect

I cup his cheek softly and kiss his lips

Still as soft as ever

“Nightmare?”he asks still in each other’s arms

I nod wordlessly not making eye contact

“Was it?…”

“No god no it was uhm our first meeting” I say sighing running my fingers through my hair and he smirks

“Wow meeting me was that bad?” He asks half joking

“Dazai no one ever looked at me with such hate in there hearts before you and Mori god Mori made me sick everytime I thought about him and his actions” I say wanting to push him away

…

For the first time I think ever Dazai is silenced

“I’m sorry”

“The great Dazai apologizing?” But he’s completely serious which sends chills down my spine. I haven’t seen that look since we were teens

“It’s…it’s fine” I say

“We better go back in” I say. Make no mistake Dazai hated me genuinely for a while, but I eventually proved myself and I guess we fell for each other sometime on the way

Part of me is happy I went with him, but part of me years of the comfort Chuuya brings

Chuuya….

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 11 months ago

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S/O dragged Skeleton along with them to a trampoline park

Undertale Sans - He's lying on the floor as a bunch of children are jumping all around him. All you can see is his body flying from time to time from one trampoline to another because someone managed to make him move. He's sleeping the whole time though, and doesn't mind much actually.

Undertale Papyrus - You made the mistake of taking Undyne with you two. Undyne immediately taunts Papyrus to jump higher. They both jump so high they're now stuck to the ceiling, holding for dear life to a cross beam and begging you to call for help because they can't get down. You're banned from the trampoline park at the end of the day.

Underswap Sans - He's super fast, his body so light he's bouncing uncontrollably from one trampoline to the other. You can't keep up with him, you just can't. After an hour, he still has the same energy while you're lying on the floor like a dying sea star, unable to lift a leg anymore. He can't be stopped.

Underswap Papyrus - He jumps two times, slips, and slams his face on the only spot unprotected with foam, knocking himself out in three seconds. How did that skeleton survive so long again? It's a mystery to you.

Underfell Sans - He's playfully hunting you, randomly jumping on your back to bite your shoulder like a shark. He can never get bored of this game. The worst part is that he's teleporting every time you turn around, so you never see him coming. You're living in fear right now.

Underfell Papyrus - You engaged in a foam sword battle with him. Edge takes that personally, grabs your legs midair, and throws you behind him, making you fly above his head. You crash into the foam pit in a scream, and as you manage to reach the surface of the pit, all you see is Edge jumping, screaming like a warrior, his foam sword above the head, as he's about to slam it in your face at full force. Good luck with that.

Horrortale Sans - He's a bit uncomfortable with all these people around. There's a lot of people around and you're putting yourself in danger by jumping everywhere near them. So sometimes, Oak just catches you in the air and keeps you close to him, growling at people passing by while hugging you close. He even snaps at a random guy who jumped too close to the hole in his head.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's sitting in the corner of the room, watching you having fun. He's sad he can't do this anymore. But he got a milkshake instead so it's not a bad day either. He's a bit nostalgic.

Swapfell Sans - He's screeching angrily, trying to get you, but he's ridiculously so light you just have to jump next to him to make him fly a few meters away. Nox is getting frustrated and starts to play dirty, using his magic to make you trip or throw himself onto you by grabbing your soul. He's desperate to knock you over.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's having fun, bouncing everywhere he can. He even found a glitch where he could bounce from one trampoline to another in an automatic mode. And now he refuses to leave that spot because it's so cool, look at him! He's king of the trampolines.

Fellswap Gold Sans - You want him to walk on this trampoline? The same on which he just saw 20 filthy humans walking with dirty naked feet? Ew. Hell no. He's staying out of that thing. You push him and watch as his body uncontrollably bounces from one trampoline to another to another... Wine probably fell on each trampoline of the park at this point, screaming in horror at every impact. He feels dirty. He's going to be sick. He's begging you, let him out of this hell!

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's very excited, jumping everywhere around him and not looking where he's going. Until he faceplants into a man who immediately starts to scream at him. Poor Coffee runs to hide behind you and refuses to leave your side after that. Aw :(

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrur #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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pucktoxicity · 8 months ago

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i had a whole message ready to go and dropped my phone, so this might end up being shorter. first, as context, i went to a massive hockey school and was with my boyfriend who was on the team throughout our time there and after. still talk with him, but i’ll be honest and say that all the sh*t that comes with having a relationship with someone that’s high profile was just too much.

1. the reading stuff is hilarious. obviously they can read—they just don’t HAVE to read. even in college. was at a party at one of his teammate’s places and opened the fridge to grab something and there were textbooks, still in the plastic, sitting on the top shelf. it was a class i was also taking. when I confronted the guy about it as I held said textbooks in hand laughing (it was near midterms) he said “it doesn’t matter. i’ll pass.” he passed and it definitely wasn’t because he understood a damn thing in that course.

2. cliques exist on teams. ill break that down further. my boyfriend hung with like five of his teammates and a handful of athletes from another big sport at my school. those were who we were around on any given day. on weekends after games, or if there was a stretch with a break from some games, the entire team would go out. your ass better be at those team events or if not you better have a good reason why you’re not there. there was an issue off the ice involving the team and there was definitely a rift afterwards because a few of the guys were not there. it made for a really bad season with a team that should have done well.

3. they’re not tagging pics in real-time. they’ll post stuff a few days later with the tags on the locations so people think they know where they are if they post anything at all. that’s equally true for public and private accounts where tracking can be controlled. im sure most people recognize this, but i’ve never seen it stated outright. i was even asked to hold off on posting things until we were somewhere else even though my accounts are private. if they want you to know where they are, you’ll know where they are.

4. for the love of god do not send them nudes. not unless you want that entire team and possibly more to have them. getting nudes was a game to them.

5. which brings me to—they are ALWAYS involved in some sort of game or challenge with one another. the nudes was one, i can’t give anything more specific because i’d likely dox myself. not really feeling up for that blowback. just—they’re always betting each other over something and keeping tabs/score with something likely unrelated to hockey. sometimes it’s funny and sometimes “ew.” but there’s always something.

6. the sh*t they do off ice is hilarious and often unexpected. one of my best friends is the biggest a-hole on the ice, led the team in penalties, etc. off ice he’s the nicest human you will ever meet. he doesn’t read for fun, but he’s a nerd over a specific genre of movies that you wouldn’t expect. video games are pretty constant. they’re psychotically competitive even with those. watching giant man children rage quit video games is hilarious. oh and some of them have the weirdest habits. can’t really elaborate on that one. if anything i’d send it another time.

7. as someone that had a whole school watching my every move and then a whole city watching my every move, i can tell you it gets old fast—for everyone involved. i had people (guys and girls) show up where i lived. 95% of the sh*t i read online that was supposedly about me, him, me and him, etc was not even close to true. take what you see about any of the players or the people involved with them with a grain of salt.

8. sadly some of the worst guys are the ones in the longest relationships, or had families, etc. that was really horrifying to me. strictly anecdotal to my experience with two teams and their circles, but yeah. it was bad.

9. because the question comes up a lot—where? i met my boyfriend at mandatory study hall freshman year because im also an athlete. we never talk hockey. i talk hockey with my other friends and family, never with him or his teammates. he’s in it all day everyday, it’s his job, just like when im done with work i know i don’t want to talk about it, they’re the same way. if he brings it up, sure, but i’m sure as hell not gonna be the one to do that.

and for those keeping score: tall and natural blonde. many of his teammates over the years dated brunettes but they almost always ended up dying their hair blonde. so I don’t know if it’s blondes initially all the time. if anything i would just add that WAGs are their own beast with all the peer pressure and competitiveness of a team. the going blonde thing might be due to the pressures within that group.

way longer message than i intended but hopefully some valuable insight for those who have asked. as you’ve said, they’re humans like anyone else, their job is just different. oh, and summers were mostly working with skills coaches and rehabbing injuries/getting surgeries that are overdue that weren’t publicized. the public doesn’t know half the sh*t these guys are playing through.

everyone thank this anon for her service because this is absolutely perfect, no notes.

the ones i can most agree with / corroborate from my own experiences: she is 100% correct. do not send these guys nudes (i never have & never will, but know that they get them spread around quickly!!), and the same goes for competing over things. good lord, it’ll be the stupidest shit sometimes too but somehow it becomes a competition 😭 it’s crazy! and the same goes for schoolwork. it’s not just hockey. i have a friend who went to an SEC school with a historic football team (and sorority rush, cough cough), and she said the same thing about football players. they’ll pass. no matter what. doesn’t mean they’ll have a 4.0, but they’ll pass enough. i’m sure it’s the same with big hockey schools up here and the midwest as it is in the south with football. that doesn’t surprise me at all, unfortunately.

also, that last line. the public doesn’t know half the shit these guys are playing through. YUP. the things their bodies go through in not just a season, but in one game, are absolutely insane. and she’s very correct about privately-handled, unannounced offseason surgeries. 🙂‍↕️

i think the most interesting thing for you guys to see is her insight that most brunette WAGs end up going blonde & that whole explanation of the blonde WAG stereotype in every level of hockey.

whoever you are, i adore you, this was an amazing read, and if you ever want to talk privately in dms and stuff, i’d love to! if not, no worries, and thank you for stopping by & talking to me 🥰💋❤️

#hockey gossip #team information

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cepheusgalaxy · 3 months ago

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Day 5 of me trying to get better at writing

CW: Whipping, gaslighting

“Stop lying to me.”

The venom being shot by Sabre’s eyes shut his mouth up.

Juste’s smile faltered a bit. He looked down to his weapon, fever high and breathing heavy, sitting on the carpet, his usual uniform replaced by a simple longsleeved shirt, two times his size. He looked exactly as bummed as he always did, except that right now, his eyes were tired and unfocused and his cheeks were sickly red.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll stop.” He raised his arms in defeat, sighing. Sabre was usually a little more patient and docile than this. The boy had earned himself a few lashes. Juste had been trying to sugarcoat it, since he was having it rough, but Sabre easily catched on him. He had that “get it over with already” look he had when he got himself in trouble, and Juste had to do his part and be stern. Was he not, Xander and Ann would probably pair up to make fun of him forever.

And Sabre had fucked up pretty badly this time. Which was a bit odd for him, to be honest. But that wouldn’t give him a pass. He had to face consequences for his actions.

After all, he’d tried firing his own gun at him.

“Okay” Juste said, giving in. “Let’s get this done, then!” He slapped his thighs and got up from the sofa, passing through the clouded amount of sunlight peeking through the glass window to open the door. He looked over at Sabre, kinda asking if he wanted help, but he ignored Juste and clumsily got himself up, managing not to trip over his own feet to follow him downstairs. Juste raised his eyebrows, impressed. Sure, it wasn’t like Sabre had been that sick, but he was also probably a little weak from having been deprived of his lunch. A small part of the punishment that was to come from his little outburst yesterday.

When they got in the basement, Sabre, holding his whimpers inside (although not managing very well), leaned against the cold stone wall. He must be feeling really hot. Sabre had gotten himself a little infection (also after defying orders and hiding on his quarters instead of presenting up to have his cuts treated), and it should go away after he was given his meds, but that alone wasn’t enough of a lesson for his misbehaving.

Juste stumbled around for a bit on the closets—they were settled on a little house management had arranged for them, near the main quarters, and he wasn’t used to the way the servants here arranged the stuff. He opened a few drawers, finding pokers (oh, he should use those anytime), a few keys (unlabelled. Of course. His eye twitched), and a bit of... what he hoped was for self-pleasure purposes? Ew. He tossed them away.

After a while, Sabre seemed to be fed up of standing on his feet just watching Juste miserably search through the amount of messy junk, and walked towards him, shoving a few doors open and quickly finding the whip. There were a few, actually, and his fingers hesitated for a second before picking up the plainest one.

Wow, okay, that was fast. Juste didn’t wallow on the unfairness of karma for long before Sabre handed the tool to him, annoyed, and supporting himself on the wooden desk.

He was keeping his lips closed tight.

Juste picked the whip from his hands.

“Really? You think you are going to get a pass off the thorns just ‘coz you’ve gotten yourself sick?” He joked.

Sabre tried to hide a weak flinch, but Juste caught it up. He laughed.

“I’m kidding. I want you back on your feet soon, silly” He pinched his cheek fondly and Sabre squirmed away.

“Mr. Juste, please do not.” His hand trembled as he got off his support to the middle of the room. “Just get this over with. I’m tired and want to sleep.”

Juste bit back a response, and reached out to him. “Here”, he offered. “Let me help.”

Sabre must be really a bit tired, because Juste just needed to put his hand over his chest and he immediately leaned onto the help. He probably didn’t even notice it.

He was going to offer to help take the shirt off, too, but Sabre was already undressing, yanking it out over his head, not even trying to open the buttons. Whoa, okay, then. Juste looked down to his scarred back, turned to him and kneeling on the floor, and weighted the new whip on his hands.

“Let’s see. I’d usually give you a ten? But since you obviously regret what you did,” he didn’t miss the little twitch on Sabre’s arms, as if itching to disagree. Okay, he was gonna pretend he didn’t see that. Ouch. “And you’re also not in your best shape, let’s do just five—no, three; what do you think?”

Sabre nodded.

“Okay”, Juste crouched down and gave a little squeeze on Sabre’s shoulder, making him tense up. He got up and took a breath, raising his arm up.

He hit.

Sabre’s head was pounding. Waves of pain pulsed from inside out and he could barely think, lest stand up on his own. He wasn’t even sure how he’d managed to come all the way down the stairs, feeling so wobbly he could easily fall down at any minute. He curled his fists tighter on top of his legs. They wouldn’t stop trembling from the chills.

And yet—and yet, he’d earned himself “three” lashes. (They were ten, actually, but he wasn’t gonna complain) Why had he done that? Just because Espa had—had fled away? Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Ran off and left him? He hadn’t wanted to believe, at first. She was his favorite sibling. She was one of the few that could keep up with him. She was always well-behaved, and all the handlers liked her. She would never do something as reckless and stupid and selfish as that.

But she did. Unless that was some filthy lie he was being told to cover up that she was maybe dead. A bitter laugh almost left his lips before he caught it. He breathed in deep.

Juste gave his shoulder a little squeeze, out of nowhere and catching him by surprise. He grit his teeth. Sabre hated being sick. He could never see anything coming and he was weak, and pathetic, and useless, and everything hurt more, and he’d always slip up, and do something he’d regret, and be mouthy, and—

Breathe. He told himself. As he made himself inhale and exhale, shakily, the whip came down on his back.

He did not scream.

A gasp made its way out of his mouth, and he tried to force his vision to focus and his breathing to even up. Sabre curled up on himself. He would take it. It was okay. Breathe in. Breathe out. Sabre shakily straightened his posture.

The whip didn’t waste another second and beat him again. A tight whimper came out of his mouth. His chest wavered, and he clenched his fists. He had almost bitten his tongue. God, the fever was making him clumsy. He closed his mouth with care so he wouldn’t hurt himself on accident. It was just one more. That was actually pretty light. Sometimes Juste was indeed kind of nice. If it was with someone else, like Mr. X, he’d already be bleeding on the floor, without even strength to kneel.

Juste hit again.

His vision spun. He screamed just a bit.

Sabre let himself fall on the floor, his back on fire. Hotter than the rest of his body was. He didn’t even notice the headache anymore. It stung and hurt like a bitch, but it was okay. He was okay. It was done now at lea—

Crack.

He screamed for real this time.

F-four? Couldn’t be. Unless Juste was messing with him. Or he counted wrong, his stupid brain trying to make him feel some relief in spite of reality. He hadn’t prepared himself. He tasted blood on his mouth. Shit. His eyes ached, and he didn’t know if the wet and sticky feeling on his back was sweat or blood. His chest shakily went up and down as he stretched his palms on the floor, trying to work himself up.

Crack.

Sabre’s vision went white. No—it couldn’t. Juste could only be messing with him. But now it had been five. He was probably done now, and had done that just to teach him a lesson. He couldn’t stop shaking, but he tried getting up again. Maybe Juste would help him get up? He was a little weaker than he anticipated.

“That was three.” He heard the low voice coming from behind him.

That was what? Sabre shot a glance over his shoulder. Juste was standing over with the handle of the whip on one hand, the other one resting against his waist. Sabre’s neck hurt from turning like this. Sweat dripped down his brow. The whip rested still as a predatory snake hanging from his hand, Juste’s face expectant.

He crouched down. Fine. So be it. That couldn’t have actually been three. He was definitely trying to mess with him.

“Sorry, Sabre,” he admitted. “I do indeed have to give you more than three. I can’t go easy on you, y’know? You won’t learn if I do; it’s for both our goods.”

If he had the strength to, he’d roll his eyes.

Sabre looked forward and closed his mouth, shadows wavering in front of his eyes.

Wait. But it had been five already, hadn’t it...?

Crack.

This time, Sabre’s back arched, a strangled scream coming out of his throat before he could stop it. He was panting hard by the time his mind cleared enough to see where his hands were. The air coming in and out of his lungs didn’t offer much relief. It was too hot.

He tried looking back at Juste again, but he winced and closed his eyes shut. Pain flared through his muscles.

“Four,” he heard Juste count behind him. His mind was too sluggish to know if that was true or what. How many were still left...?

Juste’s hand was not light when the whip cracked against his back again, not one, but two times. Three? He couldn’t keep track anymore. He was sure his handler had counted four just a few ago, but he didn’t know for how far he intended on keeping going.

The sting took a little longer to leave his back than the whip did. His vision took even longer to come back. He did not know how many lashes were left. He should keep himself still, kneeling, but he couldn’t—he panted—he just wanted to lay down. Please be done already. Please.

“That was six.” Juste said from over him. Sabre didn’t have the strength or the willingness to send a glare his way. Six? That had been double what he’d said. His face burnt, more with shame than with fever this time. Of course, he thought, frustrated. Mr. Juste didn’t need to be honest with him. He bit his lip.

Juste kneeled down on his side and brushed a wet strand of hair from his face.

“There. Just six. It won’t be any more, okay? That was it. You did good,” he smiled. “We can go back up now.”

He was probably waiting for an answer. Sabre opened his mouth a bit, turning his head to the side to face him, but all that left his throat was a hoarse croak. (Fuck, had he really screamed that much? He was such a pussy when he was sick). Juste smiled encouragingly. That made Sabre even more irritated. He felt his eyes getting wet from irritation.

“Yes, sir.” He managed to make out, weakly, making his throat hurt. Juste giggled.

“There, Sabre,” he put his arms under Sabre’s, supporting his legs up and carrying him bridal. “You did good. Let’s treat those before you get yourself another infection, hm?”

“‘M—I’m sorry.” He whined, closing his eyes. His back burned, his head hurt, and he felt nauseous and hot and cold at the same time. All because he’d been too stubborn to just be smart and do as he was told. He was so glad they were done. God, he hated being sick.

“I know,” Juste smiled.

As Juste lifted him up the stairs onto the bathroom after cleaning up his back—and palms, which he apparently dug his nails into at some point—, Sabre was one step away from fainting from both tiredness and pain. But he kept awake. He was carried into the bathroom, and Juste was humming some stupid and ugly song as he grabbed the gauze and cleaning stuff he’d use for his lashes.

His six. Six lashes. That had not been three. He groaned.

“Huh?” Juste turned to him at the sound. Sabre flinched. But he wasn’t mad. He was just curious. Oh. He held on his hand a piece of soft and white...something. He could barely see.

Sabre pressed his head to the cold tile wall.

“Please, stop lying, mr. Juste.”

Juste seemed caught by surprise, and then chuckled.

“Of course, Sabre.” He petted his hair, which was not very comfortable for Sabre. Now that his back wasn’t gnawing at him anymore, his headache had come back. He winced, but didn’t have the strength to turn away. “You’re my favorite, after all.”

Also unrelated but I was listening to this song on loop while I was writing this:

#yayy im so happy bc this is the first drabble with like over 1k. over 2k actually!#so proud of myself #also. this is the first one i put grammatical correction in. and turns out i had been writing a bunch of words wrong #like strength. i thought it was written strenght. and thighs.#anyway #this song is rlly good btw #my writing #sabre oc #juste oc #<- hes such an asshole. i love him #espada wip #whump writing #sabre is very upset #Spotify

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