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echoingbirdsofprey · 2 days ago

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Lost In The Fire

15 - A Certain Way

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC Dayanara Vyse

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: mentions of trauma and injury relating to Daya's past

A/N: Din is just trying to figure Daya out. Another flashback and a big surprise! Just connecting some AU dots for funzies 🤪 Mando'a words below cause I keep using them. If you've read my Clone Wars story there's a HUGE connection to it here.

Mando'a: A'lorad - Commander, Kom'rk - gauntlet but also a class of Mandalorian freighter, Cyare - beloved, Cyar'ika - sweetheart, darling, Sharal - lazy, Sharal'ika - literally little lazy, so little lazy one, Ad'ika - little one, Abesh - east

Din was the one who woke up first this time.

He placed the helmet back over his head, then squeezed Daya's hip to see if she would rise. She did not immediately so he waited a few moments, shifted his body behind her in the small cubby, then propped himself up on his elbow as she took a deep breath in, then full body sigh out. He could almost feel the tension flow out of her.

She had been tense lately. She seemed distant to him. Maybe he was reading too much into it, or maybe he was being too concerned, but he did want to get to the bottom of it. The one place she hadn't been different was in bed. Din had noticed a certain level of need that she had, and he was very happy to fulfill that. He knew she wanted more though. That he could sense for sure. By more, he knew that meant removing more than just his belt and gloves. Come to think of it, there hadn't been any instance so far where either of them had fully removed their clothes.

Perhaps neither of them felt completely comfortable enough yet. Din knew he didn't. He had rather strong feelings for Daya, that was true, but he still didn't want to give every bit of himself to her. He knew intimacy wasn't just sex. Save for one woman, he'd never been terribly intimate with any other partner. It had always been more for sexual satisfaction than anything else. Currently, with Daya, that need was met. But he needed something else now. He wanted to feel more of a connection to someone...to her...but was he ready for that?

Daya stirred beside him. She slowly opened her eyes to find the visor staring down at her. She knew his eyes were behind there somewhere, fixated on her, and only her.

"Hi." She said softly, shifting so that she had a better view of him. He placed a hand on her stomach and lifted just the edge of the top of her flight suit. She quickly grabbed his hand and there was worry in her golden eyes.

"It's okay." Din's voice came quietly through the modulator and Daya took a deep breath before loosening the grip on his hand. She glanced down to where his fingers were again pulling the shirt up and he paused when he saw a long red scar trailing across her stomach. There were other smaller ones as well, cuts like someone had tried to filet her. He suddenly felt rage.

"When did this happen?" He asked, running a finger very carefully over the longest scar. Daya winced, not from current pain, but from the memory of it. She could hear a twinge of something like anger in his voice and she appreciated it. It meant he cared for her. It meant he wanted to protect her.

"Not too long ago. A few years..." She said and Din stayed silent for a moment, hoping she might continue speaking. When she didn't, he asked more questions.

"What happened?" He decided to sit up, his back against the wall. She also sat up, gaze fixed on the tee visor. She sighed and took a deep breath, scrunching her eyes and nose in frustration. He did need to know. If this was going to go further, Daya needed to tell him. She sat up as well, laying against him as she began to speak.

"There was a time when my family worked with the Rebel Alliance. We helped take out some pretty bad guys." She explained and then told Din of how she and her late husband went on a hunt with many others to collect a very important Imperial officer for the Rebels. She told him of how they were ambushed and she was stabbed several times and how her husband had his helmet knocked off and he'd been shot in the head. There was nothing she could do for him then. She didn't think there was much she could do to heal that serious of an injury now, even as she'd gotten so much better with using the Force.

"I'm sorry." Din said softly, leaning closer to her. His helmet rested gently on her shoulder as he embraced her.

"I have very little left of him. Memories...and a piece of his armor at home. The short time we were together...meant a lot...and we became very attached to each other...but..." She stopped, pressed closer to Din, and glanced up at the visor, then spoke again. "But I never felt the way I do with you."

"Did you...ever...tell him you felt...a certain way about him?" Din asked, bringing his hand up to her cheek and turning her head slightly more.

"I did...and now I know...I was lying...to him...to myself..." She said softly, eyes half lidded as she reached up, thumbs meeting the edge of the helmet. "Have you...ever told anyone...that you feel...a certain way?"

Din took a short breath, then carefully moved some of Daya's hair from in front of her eyes so that he could see the pretty golden color. They seemed to sparkle as she gazed up at him. She clenched her jaw then relaxed it, as he brought his other hand up to lift the helmet just slightly, begging her to kiss him. She did, and when their lips parted, he spoke softly, and she heard his baritone without the static of the modulator for once.

"Never. Until you."

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SEVERAL YEARS EARLIER

As Tanis and Daya stepped off the ramp of the Furioso they were surprised to see a Mandalorian in cuffs next to Captain Andor and his daughter.

"Is this guy a criminal or something?" Daya asked, studying his sand colored armor. He was taller than Cassian but not terribly broad in build. Less so than Tanis. Her brother was a larger man and intimidating in his full armor and jetpack.

"Yes and no. He's a traitor by Imperial standards. Defector by Alliance standards. He gave them some valuable information and all he asked for was refuge but obviously they don't trust him."

As they met and shook hands with Captain Andor and General Hera Syndulla, the little girl beside Cassian trembled, seeing more of these heavily armored soldiers. Cassian knelt down and introduced her.

"This is my daughter, Briara. These nice Mandalorians are my friend's son and daughter, Briara. They've come to bring you to a safe place for me." He explained and she hugged him tighter but glanced up at Daya, then Tanis, and back to Daya.

"The one in blue is a lady?" She asked nervously, trying not to stare at Daya. She knew she couldn't see it but Daya had the biggest smile on her face. She kneeled down carefully in front of Briara.

"I am. My name is Dayanara but you can call me Daya for short."

"That's a pretty name..." Briara said, loosening the grip on her father's vest. She cupped her hands in front of her mouth and whispered into Cassian's ear. He chuckled and whispered back to her, giving her a nudge. She squared up to Daya and took a tentative step toward her. Nervously, she glanced away, a question forming quietly.

"May I touch your helmet?"

Daya was beaming. This child is the most adorable ever, she thought.

"Of course you can."

Briara closed the space between her and Daya and reached up gingerly, running her tiny hand over the curved cheek of the pale blue helmet.

"It's very smooth and pretty. I think you're a very pretty Manda...Manda...Man...Dah..Lor...eee...an."

Everyone let out a small chuckle at the little girl trying to pronounce such a big word. Daya held out her hand for Briara's.

"Well thank you, Briara. I think you're a very pretty young lady." Briara nodded and thanked Daya, taking her hand. Daya stood and tilted her helmet to Cassian and Hera.

"We'll do everything we can to keep her safe."

"We know you will. You should get going. Imperials will be here soon." Cassian said, nodding to Tanis. Briara said one last goodbye to Hera and her father and then took Daya's gloves hand once again. The Rebel soldiers who were restraining the other Mandalorian handed him off to Tanis who simply took a firm hold on his bicep and pushed him toward the ship.

As they boarded, tears formed in Briara's eyes but she wiped them away, trying to be strong, and knowing she would see her father and Hera again. She could feel it. Daya brought Briara to a small room with some bunk beds at the back of the ship and helped her climb into the bottom one. A few soldiers had followed with the other Mandalorian's equipment and Briara's essentials. Tanis had the soldier sit down, keeping the cuffs on him. The ramp drew closed and their pilot began putting in coordinates for Coruscant.

"Until we're back to Aquilaris, you're staying cuffed. Sorry." Tanis explained apologetically , then headed to the cockpit to co-pilot with Daal.

Daya sat on the bunk with Briara, who had laid back against the single pillow.

"Do you need me to get you anything? It'll be a bit of a long trip. A few days at least to go to Coruscant and then home." Daya placed a blanket at the bottom of the bed for the little girl.

"No I'm okay. What is your home like? Daddy said it's pretty and there's lots more man-da-lore-ee-ans there."

"Yes there are a lot. It's beautiful. Lots of open ocean. There's a small island that is very pretty also. Where we'll be staying though is Ocress, the military Outpost. It's like a floating city."

"Which place is bigger?"

"The island is a bit bigger. The island is called Abesh."

"What does that mean?"

*It means 'east' in Mando'a. That's our language.*

"Sounds pretty."

"Thanks. Now why don't you rest? There's not much to do here anyway. And you'll want your strength to meet everyone when we get home." Briara yawns and accepts the invitation to rest. She pressed her head into the pillow and curled up under the thin sheet. Daya draped the other blanket over her and waited until the child's breathing deepened and was on her way to sleep. The ship jolted slightly, signaling they'd gone into hyperspace. She made sure Briara was still sleeping before leaving her side to see about this other Mandalorian.

He was seated, still cuffed, and quiet. She glided past him, not turning her head but peering out the side of her visor to take in his features. His armor wasn't typical for an imperial Super Commando so she wondered if he was higher ranking or if perhaps he was more of a bounty Hunter. Either way something drew her to him. She placed a hand on the back of the chair that her brother sat in. He and the pilot, Daal, were sitting silently, every so often striking up conversation.

"Is the ad'ika asleep?" Tanis asked, rotating his chair just enough to see Daya.

"She is. Quicker than I thought too. She must've been tired anyway."

"Well she is only four. I remember when I was that age all I did was sleep. Mum always called me sharal."

"Sharal'ika."

"Oh yeah." Tanis was pleased she remembered. Daal chuckled slightly.

"And you and Sovira were both cyare or cyar'ika."

"I never realized how similar they sounded."

"Yeah and then you remember one is sweet and the other means lazy! Me... I'm the lazy one...look at me now!"

"Well you used to be a lazy kid. You slept all the time."

"I was conserving energy so I could fight bad guys."

The three of them laughed loudly and it startled the Mandalorian in cuffs slightly as he had been nodding off. His wrists were starting to hurt from being in the cuffs for so long. He flexed his fingers and tried to listen to what they were talking about.

"So this guy...who is he?"

"The soldier?"

They lowered their voices but he had good hearing nonetheless.

"His name is Rhae Shain. He was an Imperial Commando. An a'lorad too. I guess he got fed up with the way the Empire was treating him and his men and he decided to get out. They said he took his platoon and tried shooting their way out and only Rhae and a few others made it. They've been sending bounty hunters after them to try to kill the rest so they wouldn't talk but this guy knows his shit. He's sneaky and he's good at his job so no one's been able to catch him. Then he defected to the Alliance and now here we are." Tanis twiddled his thumbs and played with one of his gloves. He seemed unimpressed by his own retelling of Cassian's story.

"So he's dangerous or no?"

"Depends on who you are I suppose. If you're not trying to kill the guy or get in his way... I'd guess not. If you are though..." He nodded and turned back. Daya scoffed and decided to see for herself. She went and sat across from him. She studied him carefully. She felt the ship shift and falter. They'd come out of hyperspace.

"We'll be landing on Coruscant in about ten minutes." Daal announced and Daya decided she would simply stay silent until they arrived. She glanced out the window to the left of her seat at the busy skyways of the city-planet. Rhae on the other hand, had no interest in looking at the hustle and bustle outside. He never realized how much he despised the higher populated planets until now.

As usual, their landing was smooth. Daya stood and pattered back to the bunks to make sure Briara was still asleep. She quietly re-covered the child with the blanket where it had slid off from her tossing and turning and gently caressed her forehead. Daya strode back into the main hold to find the ramp down, both Tanis and Daal gearing up to go find their confidantes.

"We're going to go meet the Senator and the guys and escort them back to the ship. You can stay and watch the soldier and the kid." Tanis said, slinging his blaster rifle over his back.

"Did I have a choice?" Daya asked jokingly.

"Did you want to walk around the city again?"

"No thank you." Rhae could hear the disgust in her voice, which he appreciated. He wasn't much impressed with Coruscant.

"I didn't think so." Tanis brought the forehead of his helmet to hers and she patted his shoulder as if to say "get out of here."

Daal and Tanis strode down the ramp, leaving Daya to either close it or keep it open. She figured it'd be better to close it up just in case anyone decided they wanted to come aboard and ask questions. She pressed a green button and the ramp closed with a hiss.

She opted to stay standing, but lean against the panel near the ramp. Rhae took this opportunity to stand and stretch his legs. He stood in front of the ramp and flexed his fingers again.

"So anyway I could get these cuffs off?" His voice was softer than she expected. His accent was slight but Coruscanti sounding for sure. As she’d observed before, he was almost as tall as Tanis, probably just six feet tall but not as broad across his shoulders. He was intimidating to the average person. At one point or another he'd carried a jetpack as Daya noticed the exhaust marks on the back of his armor.

"Sorry. Can't." Was all she could muster.

"That's a damn shame. I was planning to try to escape." He said jokingly, making Daya smirk slightly, though he'd never know. She crossed her arms across her chest and watched him as he walked up to the cockpit and back.

"This is a nice ship. Kom'rk class freighter. Older though, right?" He asked, tilting his helmet slightly in Daya's direction.

"It's my father's, yes. It's been around since before I was born. I know that."

He stepped closer, palms up.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"Take a guess." She straightened up.

"Well...you look like you're athletic...you have a rather...enticing voice...and you're pretty good with kids but I'm betting you don't have any because you've not found the right man yet."

"You're a bold one. If I take all of that as a compliment...how old do you think I am then?"

"Early twenties...maybe just twenty?"

"Pretty good guess. Twenty-three. Now can I guess you?"

He just nodded.

"I'll say...later twenties..." She pushed away from the wall and bumped him slightly on the shoulder as she strode by him and back to her seat. He chuckled and shook his head.

"You're not going to tell me how you know that?"

"Only a soldier in his twenties would have the balls to say I have an enticing voice. And only a soldier in his late twenties would have the sense and decency to switch sides when he knew what his side was doing was wrong." She didn't sit down quite yet. She waited.

Rhae took measured steps toward her, stepping into her space. She glanced up at him, putting a hand on his chest.

"You were wrong about one thing though." She said, pushing him up against the metal panels.

"What's that?" His voice was low, and his head tipped forward now teasingly.

"I have found the right man." She pushed him back against the seat, the back of his knees buckling. "Now sit down and shut up." She used one leg to spread his apart, her hands meeting his pauldrons firmly. The only thing he could do was place a hand on the beskar of one of her thighs.

"This is unfair. I can barely use my hands."

"That's unfortunate. Maybe don't end up in cuffs." She leaned down toward his helmet, to which he tilted his upwards. If they got any closer their visors would touch. There was a buzz then in her comm that they both heard.

"Hey we're coming through the hangar now. Can you start up the ship?" It was her brother's voice.

Rhae leaned back away from Daya and she stepped away from him. He sighed, annoyed at their timing. She walked up into the cockpit and flipped a few switches, hearing the engines rumble to life. Rhae stood again, hovering in her space as the ship roared to life.

"You'd better not be this close to me when my brother comes up that ramp. He'll knock you senseless." She stood, flipping a few more switches, and her hand met his beskar chest again.

"I'll just have to win his affections because it seems I've already won yours."

"You think that? I'm only flirting."

"But you said you found the right man...gee must've been destiny that you met me, huh?"

She laughed and wished he could see her biting her lip under her helmet.

"Didn't mean you."

"Mm you're feisty. I like that." She could almost see him wiggle his eyebrows.

"Well if you like that so much, sit down and shut your mouth and maybe I'll indulge you a little later..." She said, not really promising much of anything but it was a start. If he could win her over, he could at least try to win over the other Mandalorians he'd be staying with.

Daya liked his spunk. He was right. She didn't have a husband or children. She figured Briara might come the closest to a foundling. She knew it would be mostly her and her mother raising the girl. And Cassian trusted them. It wasn't coincidence that Cassian had asked them to give refuge to this man either. He may have a larger role yet. She just wasn't sure of what it was.

#star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin x oc

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tranakin-skywalker · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday

I Wonder Which One Has My Eyes

Bright gold caught her eye like a flicker of a star behind a telescope. Not unexpected, given the event Pooja Naberrie was attending. There were plenty of people dressed in gold here. It was, after all, a senatorial event, and gold was so often the color of wealth.

(Not on Naboo, though. Her homeworld held the color equal with things like loyalty, and promise, and devotion.)

Pooja blinked, and took a small sip of her drink. Non-alcoholic. Alderaan, it turned out, had different opinions about fifteen year olds drinking than Naboo did. It wasn’t that Pooja liked the taste, but she had fond memories of her grandparents letting her sneak sips of their wine at dinner, the warm taste of spiced mead before the ancestors’ altar. The time she’d stolen a gulp of her aunt’s drink, only to realize it was something much stronger than a six year old could handle, spitting it out like poison. The sound of her uncle’s laugh.

With thoughts like those, no wonder she was seeing familiar gold. Memories had a funny way of haunting the present like that.

And perhaps she would have brushed it off as nostalgia tainted with the taste of wine, in another world, another life. Had she, the story would have gone very differently.

But Pooja glanced again toward the gold, and nearly choked herself on her drink. She was surly haunted, she thought to herself, coughing up what she had accidentally inhaled. The woman she’d been chatting with put a concerned hand on her arm, asked something that Pooja couldn’t hear over the roaring of blood in her ears. She waved the woman off, gave her some assurance and begged her excuse as Pooja stepped away. Her eyes haven’t left the golden protocol droid across the room.

It can’t be, a part of her thought, denial fighting with hope as she stalked her way toward the droid. It can’t possibly be him. After all, protocol droids all look so similar. After all, he’d disappeared after her aunt’s death. After all, what are the odds?

Then she got close enough to hear the droid’s voice and oh, she could never forget that distinct voice that had told her and her sister bedtime stories, that had fretted at their hijinks, worried for their safety while he ran after them as quickly as fused joint legs would let him.

The melancholy longing hit Pooja like a blow to the chest.

“Threepio?” she called out, and the droid turned to her and it was like she was eight years in the past and just a little girl again, her world safe and her family unbroken.

“Oh! Hello!” he said and he was just like she remembered him. “How can I be of assistance, miss…?”

He didn’t recognize her. It was crushing, the realization he didn’t recognize her. That even this was taken from her.

Someone had wiped his memory. (she remembered, her uncle telling her and Ryuu how he’d never had Artoo’s memory wiped, no matter how many military secrets the little astromech held. He said wiping a droid was something like murder.)

“My apologies,” she told Threepio, and it felt like talking to a stranger. “I confused you with a droid who once belonged to my aunt. My mistake.”

He waved one of his stiff arms and it was so familiar it hurt. “No need to apologize, miss. It is an easy mistake to make, I’m sure. I’m sorry I’m not the droid you’re looking for.”

Oh, but you are. Pooja biteher lip.

“Well, if you don’t need my assistance, I must return to my charge,” he told her, shuffling away. Toward the young princess of Alderaan, and a little blue and white astromech.

For a moment, Pooja felt like she couldn't breathe.

It hit her, suddenly, that Leia Organa was soon to celebrate her eighth birthday. That Leia Organa was the adopted daughter of Senator Bail Organa.

That Bail Organa had been the last person to see her aunt alive. Her very pregnant aunt.Oh, she thought, the pieces falling into place with all the inevitability of gravity.

New thing I think I'm going to do where I'll post snippets from one of my WIPs on Wednesdays, for funzies.

This one's inspired by this fic, where the Naberries are aware of Padme and Anakin's marriage. As soon as I read it it got me thinking of an au where Pooja realized who Leia was, and what chaos might ensue.

#mywriting #fic: i wonder which one has my eyes #not sold on the title just yet but it's what i've been calling it #it comes from the song Spore by Ramona Falls #this fic is mostly going to be exploring a universe where Leia grew up knowing about her bio parents #and the absolute gut punch it'll be when she gets the Vader reveal #that's going to be fun #especially since she actually knows what kind of person anakin was in this one #pooja told her all these stories about her birth parents so she's got this idea in her head of who anakin skywalker was #and then she finds out that he became vader. well. her first thought is 'what happened to you to turn you into this?'#i've never seen a fic where Leia actively pursues a relationship with Vader like Luke does #and i thought it would be so interesting to explore

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theundertalenebulartheory · 2 years ago

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Deleted Post Ch.17 Scene (Kindof NSFW but not really)

So, uh, if you read Chapter 17 then you know that uh... things did not exactly end on a happy note. And you can probably guess that Frisk is going to take us further back in time now to see if they can fix the disaster that happened there. BUT while I was struggling to write Chapter 17 and couldn't quite figure out where I was going with it I started a Post-17-But-Still-In-The-Same-Timeline thing.

Got halfway through it.

Got inspiration for Ch. 17

Wrote Ch. 17 and realized that uhhh.... now the stuff I'd written was kindof... not going to work anymore largely due to the fact that there is no more Timeline #144 so...

Now it's a Deleted Scene that maybe possibly I will reuse later??? Idk though. We'll see how the scene changes play out and timeline changes work out. For now, I finished writing the Schmutz for funzies. BUT if you have any commentary to add that you feel might be helpful in allowing me to navigate the Aro/Ace experience this might be a good space for me to workshop some stuff before it goes in the fic.

Thank and Enjoy~

You were already looking up at the top of the stairs from the kitchen table when Papyrus appeared, chopstick in your hand shoved down into the cast covering your forearm. “Doc said it was allowed,” you started, a bit defensive, but Papyrus just shook his head at you and padded quickly down the stairs.

“I Know.” You blinked at the soft tone, surprised, but to be fair it was pretty late at night. “Can You Not Sleep?”

“No. Painkillers wore off a while ago and the thing has been itching like crazy. I know it’s still pretty fresh, but I’m being careful.”

“Your Battle Wound Is Very Impressive. A Monster With A Similar Injury Would Have Turned To Dust. But In Only A Few Weeks, You Will Be As Good As You Were Before Monday. Humans Are Truly Impressive Warriors.” He nodded and sat across from you, twiddling his fingers. Your lips quirked into a wry smile at how he was already fidgeting after only just sitting down. Usually he could sit still for a few minutes at least before getting twitchy, but he seemed a little extra agitated tonight.

Not that you blamed him.

“I’m not sure I’d call that impressive so much as ‘batshit insane.’ But to be fair, it did work.”

He gasped, a little more loudly than was maybe appropriate for 11:30 at night, but seemed cowed at your wince and returned his voice to a reasonable volume. “You Were Amazing! Such Power! Such Passion! And When You Called For Me To Throw You A Bone And Then You Actually Caught It! You Were On Fire! Almost Literally, But Also Metaphorically!”

You groaned and rubbed your forehead, leaving the chopstick stuck in your cast. “Sans is never going to let me live down the fact that I actually said ‘bone me’ in public. I am so, so glad you knew what I meant.”

“I Assumed In The Middle Of A Riot Would Be A Terribly Inappropriate Time For The Kind Of Boning That Sans Usually Means When He Is Teasing, And I Too Am Glad That My Assumption Proved To Be Correct.” He nodded, squirming in his chair, but covered it up with a flourish of his hands. “Actually, You Have Been Dazzling Me A Lot Recently With Your Incredible Spirit And Enthusiasm! Like When We Were Training The Other Day And You Pinned Me Against The Tree. I… It Was… You were…”

“You can say “cringe,” homie. I won’t be offended.” You grinned and winked at him, a soft blush staining your cheeks. Papyrus, on the other hand, gasped again and jumped to his feet.

“Never! I Haven’t Been Able To Sleep A Wink Since That Moment! It Keeps Replaying In My Mind, Over And Over Again.”

You winced, finally pulling the chopstick out of your cast, and slumped in your seat with an apologetic frown. “Pup, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. You felt my… intent, right? I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I swear. You just kept leaving openings in your attack patterns. I just wanted to make sure you knew that this was serious. That you could really get hurt if you let someone get through your pattern. I know it seems unfair and unsportsmanlike but you SAW what it was like on Monday. Right? You saw how close we were to losing Undyne.”

You rubbed your sternum, feeling the thread of connection pulling straight out of your chest towards Papyrus and the two threads pulling up towards the second floor. Confirmation that you had done something initially. But the moment with Undyne had been so scary, so intense. Nothing like that had happened with Papyrus or Sans. You were happy to have walked away from that (uhh… metaphorically speaking. You definitely had not actually walked away under your own power that day after everything that had happened) event with just a broken arm and a soul that was slow regaining color and opacity but now you had even more questions than answers about the entire… well… everything.

Papyrus firmly shook his head. “No. No, No. On The Contrary, I Find Myself Inspired! I Did Feel Your Intent. Your Passion. I Felt Your Soul Blaze Within You. The Energy In Your Eyes As You Pressed My Own Magic Against My Throat. Your Hips Immobilizing Me.” Your cheeks burned and you had to use your remaining good hand to cover your embarrassed groan. “I Felt Your Intent. I… Want To Feel That Intent Again.”

You peeked up at him through your fingers and squeaked in surprise when you found he’d moved himself right next to your chair, his face almost touching yours as he bent over to try to catch your eyes. “Wagh! Bro.” You pushed him back a little and fanned your face to try to get some of the furious blush to calm down. “Uh… listen. I’m flattered. Honestly. But the last time I tried to, like… be sweet about our weird soul-connection thing, you literally ran away. I’m not gonna lie, that sends some mixed signals. I’m going to need you to tell me in no uncertain terms how you see this working out. And, honestly, I kindof feel like Sans should be here for some of that because he’s kindof involved with this whole thing. And I don’t really know how you want, ideally, our whole… thing… to pan out. In a perfect world, how do you see our situation going forward?”

“Oh! Well That Is Very Easy. You See, Sans Is A Romantic. And I Am Aromantic! But That Is Okay Because You Are Also A Romantic. So You Can Be Sweet And Romantic With Him And You Can Be Passionate With Me! Sans Is Much Too Lazy For Such Feats Of Passion And Would Not Be Interested In Them Anyways,” he shrugged, “So We Can All Be One Big Happy Family Together Because We Can Share With Each Other The Things We Like The Most! Everyone Wins! It Is A Win-Win-Win Situation! Which Is Even Better Than The Win-Win Situations Most People Aim For! The Great Papyrus Excels At All Things! Even Relationships!”

You kneaded your forehead. “Right. Figures. So… just to make sure I’m understanding you correctly. P L E A S E correct me if I am wrong. You are aromantic, and Sans is asexual? So you don’t want anything romantic ever? And he doesn’t want anything sexual ever? And you would be ok with sharing because you want opposite things?”

“Well, No, You See… Because It Is About Intent!” Papyrus nodded again and sat down once more at his seat. “Sans Is Not So Much Interested In Passionate Intent. And I Am Not So Much Interested In Romantic Intent! One Can Participate In A Large Variety Of Activities With Passionate Intent! And One Can Participate In A Large Variety Of Activities With Romantic Intent! It Is Very Simple.”

You blinked at him and shifted your hand down to press over your mouth. You really needed to keep it shut for a moment or two. You’d suspected, when Sans had explained why Papyrus had run off all those weeks ago, the aromantic/asexual dichotomy between the two of them. There were just too many things they were complete opposites about. Too many things they were identical about. You were starting to suspect that somehow… somehow the two of them were connected in some way. Literally. Like your soul connection. They were two sides of the same coin in the most literal way you’d ever witnessed. And when you’d considered the possibility of one having been given the appetite for one thing and the other having the appetite for the other, that maybe there was a chance they’d want to share in a way that would allow a partner to be able to keep the two activities separate. Having two people with opposite needs set up a bit of a balance that you’d wondered if you could maintain.

This, though… kindof threw a monkey-wrench into the works. Those needs were less cut-and-dry than you’d been thinking they were and that added an element of complexity you weren’t sure you could juggle without breaking things.

“Uhhhhh… … what.”

“Oh, Did You Not Hear Me? I Said-”

“I heard…” You rubbed your forehead again. “I’m just… processing. So… Ok. Uh. Hm. That’s… uh… great? It’s great. I’m happy to hear that. Thank you for telling me.”

You were starting to regret not having taken your pain meds on time. They might have helped with the headache you were going to give yourself trying to figure out what this was going to mean for your house full of monsters. “Are You Sure? Because You Do Not Look Like You Are Very Happy To Hear That.”

You put your hand down on the table and sighed, then smiled more genuinely. “Sorry. I am. I really am. I’m grateful that you trust me enough to tell me that. It takes a lot of courage and bravery to be honest about who you are and what your boundaries are. I promise I intend to respect them. I’m just thinking. I told you guys that I could be cool about the soul-connections because I didn’t want to ruin anything happening between us. I love you both. I don’t… I need to be able to hear from Sans too.”

“OH! Well That Is Also Very Easy! I Will Fetch Him Immediately!”

“Papyrus don’t you dare! If he’s asleep…”

It was a little too late, now that Papyrus had made it up the stairs in two great bounds and disappeared into the dark of the house. You groaned miserably and grabbed your bottle of pain meds by the sink, taking the dose you should have taken four hours ago with a quick gulp from the cup you’d been nursing at the table. As you pulled your cup away from your face you felt the tension on your connection grow slack and all at once Papyrus was setting a bleary-eyed Sans on his feet in front of you. “mmwherezafire?”

“Oh, geez, sorry. I didn’t mean for him to go get you right now. Sorry. Come here…” You scooped him up and started carrying him down the stairs to the couch you’d been sleeping on with a jerk of your head aimed at Papyrus. Sans started to protest a little, but gave up as soon as you had him snugly tucked against you and you dropped a little kiss on the side of his head.

“mm. you know just when i need a good pick-me-up. heh.”

“You too, Pap. We don’t need to wake up the whole house.”

You lead Pap down the stairs and plopped on the couch, shifting Sans around a little so you could snuggle him more easily while sitting. Papyrus was more than happy to sprawl out on the floor at your feet, posture much more relaxed now that he didn’t have to keep himself contained to a chair. You had half a mind to pull the blanket up over Sans since Pap pulled him out of bed but after reaching for it with your broken arm and wincing at the stinging throb of your still-barely-touching bones protesting, you decided the snuggle was fine how it was.

“So… Pap and I were just talking about… uh… things.”

“We were discussing our sexual preferences!” Papyrus offered helpfully, a matching set of blushes erupting over your face and Sans’ face at the same moment.

“Yep. Thanks bud.”

“uh… can i go back upstairs, please?”

“No.” You kissed the top of his head again. “You said you wanted us all to get to know each other better and that means uncomfortable conversations. I can use one of my 14 questions if you want.”

Sans groaned miserably in your lap and tossed an arm over his eyes so he didn’t have to face what was coming. “do i have to?”

“Yep. No Take-Backs. If you were going to regret this you had two weeks to change your mind! How’s being snuggled and smooched all the time going for you, by the way?”

“heh…” He shifted his arm just enough to peek up at you with a shy dusting of light blue over his cheekbones and the corners of his eye sockets crinkling. “it’s fine.”

“Good. Now. Uh… there’s not really any delicate way to say this without it being at least a little awkward so I’ll just be blunt. I love both of you guys, and now that we’re being more honest about ourselves it’s probably about time I tell you both that I’ll do literally anything for you. Including NOT talking about my more-than-just-friends feelings I have for you. I want both of you to be happy. I want both of you to have everything you could ever want. And that includes any amount of physical affection you might want or need. But I don’t want any amount of relationship furthering to make anyone else upset. You were weirdly onboard with me having a soul connection to both you and Papyrus, which is a whole other thing I want to ask you about. But for now I need to know how you feel about sharing more than just platonic affection between the two of you. What are you comfortable with? What are you uncomfortable with? What about me and my relationship are you ok with sharing with Papyrus and what are you not ok with me sharing with Papyrus?”

“hoo boy. uh. ok. let’s see… that’s… one, two, three, four…”

You snorted and flicked his chin, making him snicker. “Alright, wise guy. I’ll summarize all that in one question like I did with Pap just a minute ago. In a perfect world, how would you like to see our relationship threesome progress and develop?” Sans wheezed at the phrasing and you rolled your eyes at him with red cheeks. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I said ‘threesome.’ Would you prefer the word ‘throuple?’”

He wheezed even harder, blushing a nearly neon blue and rolling out of your grip. “can’t sit on your lap while you say that,” he giggled, sprawling out on the floor at your feet.

“I PREFER THE TERM ‘TRIO’ MYSELF! THOUGH I HAVE RECENTLY BEEN INTRODUCED TO SOME VIDEO GAMES AND THE TERM TRIFORCE MIGHT BE APPROPRIATE TOO!”

“Oh, I’m about to ‘triforce’ something, alright.”

Sans snorted before bursting out laughing harder, making you grab your blanket with your good arm and toss it at his head with an emphatic shush. The blanket helped to muffle his giggling, and you couldn’t help but snicker at just how contagious his laugh was. When they finally settled down you yoinked the blanket off of him and nudged him with your foot. “Alright, come on. Perfect world. Relationship including yourself, myself, and Pap’s self. How does that go down in a perfect world for you?”

“Uh, woah, hey. Uh… Pap… got to answer first, right? Uh. Bro. Pal. You wanna… share with the, uh, class? What’d I miss?”

Papyrus nodded and sat up stick-straight, one hand on his chest as he repeated himself for Sans. “I SIMPLY SAID THAT YOU ARE A ROMANTIC. AND I AM AROMANTIC! SO YOU CAN BE SWEET AND ROMANTIC WITH OUR HUMAN, WHICH IS TO SAY THAT THE TWO OF YOU CAN SHARE A WHOLE HOST OF ACTIVITIES THAT HAVE ROMANTIC INTENT BEHIND THEM, AND I CAN BE PASSIONATE WITH OUR HUMAN, WHICH IS TO SAY THAT I WOULD LIKE VERY MUCH TO SHARE IN A HOST OF ACTIVITIES THAT HAVE PASSIONATE INTENTIONS! WE CAN ALL BE ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY TOGETHER BECAUSE WE CAN SHARE WITH EACH OTHER THE THINGS WE LIKE THE MOST!”

Sans blinked at him and rolled his head to the side to grin at you with a wink. “well, there you go. couldn’t have said it better myself.”

You rubbed your face. “Ok. But like… making out. Sex. Like I get the whole ‘intent’ thing but I need you people to be painfully explicit with me here. If I kiss one or both of you, will either of you be upset about it? If I jump Papyrus will you be hurt or upset?”

Sans shrugged, though with the blush creeping up his neck and the squint to his eye sockets it might have been more of a cringe. “uh… i mean… no? i don’t think so. if you start to pick favorites it might suck. but as far as jealousy? that stuff? nah.”

You raised an eyebrow at Papyrus and gestured with a twirl of your hand for him to continue the conversation. “Pap? Hurt? Angry if I make out with Sans or spend the night with him? Jealous?”

“ABSO-POSITIVELY-LUTELY NOT! SO LONG AS WE ARE BEING VERY HONEST ABOUT OUR FEELINGS AND TALKING ABOUT OUR NEEDS! IF I AM FEELING LIKE SANS IS GETTING A LOT OF KISSES AND CUDDLES AND I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A TURN BEING SHOWERED IN KISSES TOO, WILL YOU BE UPSET IF I TELL YOU?”

You shook your head, feeling maybe a little overwhelmed by the idea of trying to keep up with both of their needs. But to be fair, neither of them had been exactly what you would call ‘needy’ individuals to begin with. So maybe… maybe something like this could work out? “Of course not. You’re my boys. As long as you’re ok with sharing and nobody’s feeling betrayed or anything.”

“so… perfect world for you?” Sans grinned and winked. “can’t ask if you can’t answer.”

You sighed and leaned your elbows on your knees. Where to even start with that kind of question? WAS there really such a thing as a perfect world scenario? Could you really even hope for such a thing in a way that didn’t sound totally selfish? “Honestly, it’s honesty. Cheesy as that might sound. In a perfect world, we’d trust each other enough to say what we feel and when our feelings change, we can be honest with each other about it. I’m not stupid enough to try to paint some pretty picture of us all holding hands skipping through a field of flowers together as the ideal ‘perfect’ image I have in my head. You guys mean everything to me. In a perfect world, I… will never have to say goodbye forever to you guys. You’ll be in my life in some way for as long as I’m still around. And after this,” you held your broken arm up and wiggled it a little with a smirk, “I’m not sure how long that will be. But that includes the possibility that maybe we try this ‘trio’ thing and figure out that it doesn’t work. Maybe we find out that it does. But either way, I just would ask that even if it feels dumb or trivial, please be honest about how you’re feeling.”

“A NOBLE AND PRACTICAL REQUEST!” Papyrus nodded, shifting to his knees so he could stretch over and hug you around the middle. “I DO!”

You choked and wheezed, hugging him back with barely restrained tears of laughter stinging the corners of your eyes and your tone pitched a little higher than usual. “Thanks buddy.”

Sans snickered a little too, rolling over to join the hug with a wink that sparkled with humor. He murmured softly in your ear, his own voice pitched a little lower than usual in contrast to your own, “i do, too.”

A strangled noise of embarrassment squeezed out of your throat and your face erupted into a bright red blush. You were positive that steam was pouring out of your ears as you squeezed your boys with a soft squeal. Sans chuckled, nuzzling into your neck at the feeling of your pulse hammering against his teeth. Not quite content with this level of embarrassment, he went for the kill shot.

“who knows. maybe you’ll get your threesome after all.”

You stood straight up, jostling your boys, now a permanent cherry red. “AAAAAAAND now I need to go for a six mile run loveyouthanksbye!”

Sans cackled from behind you on the couch while Papyrus jumped to his feet as well. “OH, I SHALL JOIN YOU! THERE IS NOTHING LIKE AN INVIGORATING RUN THROUGH A QUIET NEIGHBORHOOD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!”

“you guys have fun. im going back to bed. i heard sleep is great for your complexion.”

You glared at him from over your shoulder, still painfully beet red as he winked and rolled off the couch, vanishing through a shortcut. Your line of connection almost clicked in your chest with how immediate the jump from behind to above went, and it ached just a little this time. If you had to guess, it probably had something to do with your still-recovering soul and the small amount of magic energy it had. Maintaining three threads of connection wasn’t the most draining thing in the world, but it did require energy. And when one of those thread sources kept slipping through cracks in spacetime, that HAD to require some additional energy to keep up with.

Probably.

This was all still pretty new so you were just spitballing, but that seemed reasonable enough to use as an explanation for some of the unusually weird things you had been experiencing since Monday.

“WELL? SHALL WE?”

You blinked at Papyrus, some of your blush cooling down now that the source of it was upstairs. “Oh, uh, if you want to go for a run, you can. I’m not sure my arm would like it very much, though. Weird thing about being a bag of meat and blood is that when one part of the bag gets damaged, when you do something like running and pressurize the system then it will pressurize the WHOLE system. You can’t just have extra blood pumping faster in only your legs. My arm would get it too. Much as I would actually really like something to do with all this nervous energy, I think I’ll have to pass on the run tonight. Sorry.”

“WELL… MAYBE THERE COULD BE OTHER THINGS YOU COULD DO WITH YOUR ENERGY. WINK.” Papyrus winked at the same time he announced it, shifting a little closer to you and taking your hand in his. The blush returned in full force, and you were pretty sure your face was going to be stuck this color until the day you died. Which might be a lot sooner rather than later at this rate. “Perhaps I Have Some Energy That Needs An Outlet As Well.”

Well, so much for the whole ‘needing to pass on activities that would make your heart race’ thing. And truth be told your arm was starting to ache a bit because your heart WAS racing. But there was no way in hell a little thing like that was going to derail you now. Not when Papyrus was looking at you through half-lidded eyes and stepping right into your personal space like that.

Your fingertips found the crests of his hip bones sticking out over his waistband and he shivered when you kneaded the pads of your thumbs over the thin black fabric covering them. Remembering what he’d said about intent, you thought about how handsome he’d look squirming with pleasure beneath you and you kneaded there again. He gasped, eye sockets lipping closed, and caught your shoulders for support. Again, and he hunched forward.

Oh, how dearly you wanted to walk him backwards to the partition wall and press him up against it. Your heart and hands burned with it as they slipped up to his ribcage to trace over the bottom ribs sticking out of his cropped white Battle Body top. He trembled in a full-body shudder and pressed his teeth to your forehead. But then you splayed your hands flat against his sides (or as much as you could with the cast covering part of your one palm) and pulled in a calming breath. “Hey… you ok?”

“Ye- Yes I’m… I Can Feel Your Passionate Feelings For Me. Please Don’t Stop. I Need Them. I NEED MORE.”

You chuckled. “Hey. Take a breath. Look at me.”

Papyrus huffed, kissed your forehead, and then pulled back an unsteady half-step to meet your eye. You cradled his jaw in your good palm and touched with your fingertips on the other side, framing his face as well as you could. “I understand the ‘passionate intent’ part. But I need to know what you’re comfortable with. Do you want me to just touch you for a little while tonight? Do you want me to kiss you? This is kindof our first… anything. And I want to treat you right because I love you. Typically this would kindof be the time when two humans, which is the thing I have more experience with, would make out for a while. Because we can’t really feel intent the way you can. It’s all just nerve endings. But we still have… not exactly rules but … customs? Uh… norms for how physical actions like these take place. We don’t have to follow those norms, but I’ll admit that I’d be a bit of a nervous wreck that I was taking advantage of you if I started undressing you this early in the relationship. Unless that’s what you want from me. What do you want tonight and what don’t you want tonight?”

He gulped down a few deep breaths and nodded into your palm. “You’re Right. Any Encounter Will Have Rules. I Haven’t Exactly Read Any Rule Books About This Kind Of Encounter Before. But I Am Not Opposed To Us Making Our Own.”

“And those rules can change too,” you added softly, letting his face slide out of your hands as you stepped backwards to the couch and sat down. “You’re always allowed to decide that you want to try something, and then realize that you don’t like it. And if you don’t like something, we can make new rules or change old rules.”

Papyrus nodded and followed you, but chose to sit on the floor at your feet instead of joining you on the couch. “I Understand. What Rules Do You Suggest?”

“Clothes on.” You held up one finger with a teasing smirk. “That’s a pretty easy one to start with in a new relationship. Not every relationship has to start with that one, but in your case, I am going to suggest it. At least for tonight while we’re figuring out what you like. Another one humans have that some people think is silly but CAN be a good thing to establish early for ANY kind of relationship is a Safe Word. Or a few safe words. Things you don’t normally say in conversation but can be used to communicate that you’re being serious and everything needs to stop. For example, if I’m feeling shy about something I might say “no” or “don’t” but I don’t mean that you need to get up and leave. But if something happens and I want everything to stop, then having a safe word can be really useful. It might seem silly to a monster that could feel that change in intent, but since humans can’t feel that, it’s good to be prepared. If I’m doing something you want me to stop, I can’t just feel that from you. Some people use like… traffic lights. Red Light, Yellow Light, Green Light. Some people use fruits or silly words like Pumpernickel.”

“OH! I SEE! BECAUSE HUMANS CAN’T… YES, THAT MAKES SENSE. WELL! WHAT ABOUT BLUE? LIKE A BLUE STOP SIGN?”

A soft chuckle passed through your lips and you grinned. “Ok. Blue means everything stops. We can use that. I’ve had enough practice with your blue special attacks that I’ll be able to remember that one. Clothes on, Blue means everything stops. Past that just… talk to me. Ok? Tell me if what I’m doing is something you like or don’t like. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, as long as I know that you don’t like it. I promise.”

“WHAT ABOUT YOU?” He reached over and placed his hand on your knee, his eyes flicking up to meet yours and then dropping down to his hand with an offended squint. “YOU CANNOT FEEL MY PASSIONATE FEELINGS FOR YOU. HOW WILL YOU KNOW WHAT I AM INTENDING FOR YOU TO FEEL?”

You snickered, leaning back against the couch with a smirk. “Human biology lesson can wait for another day. It’s like… so late at night. How about we take care of you tonight and another night I’ll teach you how to make a human squirm. Sound fair?”

“NOT ESPECIALLY BECAUSE I WILL GO TO SLEEP AFTER WE ARE DONE CANOODLING KNOWING THAT I WAS UNABLE TO MAKE YOU FEEL THE PASSIONATE FEELINGS THAT YOU ARE SO EASILY ABLE TO CONVEY WITH YOUR INTENT. BUT I SHALL NOT BE BESTED BY BIOLOGY! I WILL USE MY FRUSTRATION TO MY ADVANTAGE AND CHANNEL MY WEAKNESS INTO EVEN MORE PASSIONATE INTENT AND A WILLINGNESS TO LEARN ALL ABOUT YOUR MEAT AND SKIN AND NERVOUS SYSTEM AND BONES!”

Papyrus nodded triumphantly and you cackled, reaching out to him. “Alright. C’mere, bone boy. You want a quick Human Fact? Human mouths are extremely sensitive. Humans like to kiss because all those nerves in our lips and tongues do a very good job of communicating intent.” He perked up and shifted to his knees, placing himself between yours as you sat up more fully. “Just like the fact that we have to use words to communicate intent, gestures also communicate intent. It’s a little bit like a dance. The right steps, done at the right time, send one message. Different steps done at a different time send a different message. Figuring out what steps to do when is part of the learning process. But if you want to communicate passionate intent without just grabbing someone’s dick, kissing is probably the best way to do that.”

“Will You Teach Me The Steps To This Dance?” He touched his forehead to yours and you leaned into him. “I May Not Have Lips, But I Might Have Something That Will Work In Their Place.”

You nuzzled his face and grabbed his hand, pressing a kiss to the palm of his bright red glove. “I can. Maybe a demonstration will help. Would you mind if I removed your glove?”

He swallowed and pulled his hand back, fiddling with it nervously. “I don’t mind, but my hands…” He shrank into himself a little and chanced a momentary meeting of your eyes before turning his attention to his gloves again. “They Are… Perfectly Normal In Every Way But Maybe Please Don’t Be Too Shocked At How Normal They Are If The Type Of Normal Is Different From Your Type Of Normal?”

You held out your hands to him with a soft smile. “I’m sure they’re lovely. Honestly the most surprising thing about your hands is that they feel so thick and solid inside your gloves. They don’t feel like bones in there. They feel like… well… hands. Like mine.”

He nodded and hesitantly placed one in yours, palm up. You used your one good hand to knead the palm of it, feeling what you would presume to be flesh under the fabric. It wasn’t even leather either. Just the same kind of fabric the rest of his battle body was made of. You gripped the tip of the fabric at his middle finger and looked up at him, waiting for permission. He nodded after a moment and you pulled, revealing the thin and delicate bones that had been hiding underneath. You blinked twice, noticing that the center of his palms seemed to have a perfect circle missing from them, but honestly at this point you’d been half expecting them to be lizard hands with the way monsters seemed to be built. You’d seen Sans drink with a straw and you’d held a monster in your hands that was literally an entire nose. The only thing remarkable about them (and maybe this was just a skeleton-monster quirk) was that the holes in the palms perfectly matched Sans’.

You looked up at him with an exasperated smile. “Papyrus, have you ever thought about playing the piano? You have, like, the world’s best piano fingers. Any pianist in a 100 mile radius would commit crimes to have fingers like yours. They look perfect.”

His cheeks glowed a pretty orange but the tiny pinpricks of moisture in the corners of his crinkled eye sockets told you that he was more than a little relieved that you had said as much. He placed his other hand in your lap and you pulled that glove off too. Picking the first up, you kissed each of his knuckles before turning his hand over and kissing around the edges of his palm. Then, pulling his hand closer, you kissed his wrist at the edge of the spandex sleeve normally hidden by his glove. This one lingered, delicately, and then you traced a tiny heart with your tongue, your mind wondering what it would be like to lick your way all the way up his arm. He whimpered, leaning closer as you kissed back up towards the tip of his index finger and then pulled it into your mouth so you could catch it between your teeth.

“O-oh.”

You waggled your eyebrows at him, which pulled a soft snort and a smile out of his slack-jawed stare. You kissed the tip of his finger again before leaning in and pressing a searing kiss to his teeth, your good hand skating over the apex of his hip bone and following the curve backwards towards his spine. Papyrus shivered, breath fanning over your face, and you chased that tremor with your fingertips up his spine and into the cavity of his ribcage. He gasped and surged forward, curling around you and caging you in with his arms all in one motion, and you stopped to let him pant into your shoulder.

“Too much?”

He didn’t answer immediately, so you pulled your hands back and placed them gently on his arms. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head adamantly and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. You hugged him back and gently scratched your nails over the back of his head. After he’d caught his breath some of the tension drained out of his posture and he kissed your neck. “I Didn’t Say Blue.”

“You didn’t have to. Like I said, humans read each other’s feelings by paying attention to their gestures and body language. Yours said ‘overstimulated,’ and I don’t want that for you. I want this to be something nice that you’ll enjoy. Not something you have to endure. Even something nice, when it’s too much all at once, can be bad. Some people like it, and that’s ok. But that’s the kind of thing you should learn about yourself slowly.”

Papyrus nodded and released his hold on you, returning to caging you in with the couch taking the bulk of his bodyweight. All six pounds of it. “Thank You. For Being Careful With Me. Taking Care Of Me. I Think… I Like It. It’s Not Often That I’m Overpowered. You Make Me Feel Weak, But I Know I’m Safe. Can You Do That Again?”

You kissed his cheek and carded your fingers over his ribs. “A little, but I meant what I said. I don’t want to overstimulate you tonight. I can touch your spine again, but how about we try it with gentle and curious intent this time? I think too much intent plus it being a sensitive spot for you might have been too much last time.”

Papyrus huffed a laugh and shook his head, leaning back to catch your eye with fond exasperation. “Is The Whole Night Going To Be Like This?”

You grinned and winked. “Maybe. Is that a dealbreaker? Do you want to stop?”

He growled playfully, making you squeal and giggle, and scooped you up just enough to crawl overtop of you and shift your position so you were laying on the couch beneath him. “Please, Not Until I Say Blue.”

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CLUB HELLFIRE

( prequel )

warnings // death, sickness, alcohol abuse, abuse, cussing, drugs, murder, s1 steve but younger

a/n: hey guys!! so i decided to post every Sunday for this series. i’m not sure how many chapters i want yet. this may become an ongoing series like “seasons” of a show where i’ll do a certain amount of chapters as ‘season 1’ and so on. depending on how much you guys enjoy it, that’s when i can decide. i will also be posting this on wattpad for those that don’t use tumblr. my username there is honeyxquinns and i will be posting there on Sundays as well. i hope you guys enjoy the series and i will continue to post little blurbs in between chapters just for funzies <3 *****for character descriptions of who will mainly be in the series, go to my wattpad*****

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1978

Stacie was laying in her bedroom doing her algebra homework for Mr. Stevie’s class, blasting Judas Priests new album ‘Stained Class’. she was never a huge metalhead but her best friend Eddie introduced her to it. She were always more of a fleetwood mac, Tina Turner type of girl. Her mom used to blast plenty of Prince and Michael Jackson that she also liked to listen to sometimes. Her dad would play bands like black sabbath and mötorhead but it wasn’t until she met Eddie that she got more into metal. it was almost freeing in a way. Just head banging to the beat, jumping around to the rips of the guitar and the heaviness on the drums. it always was a good distraction for her when things would turn bad.

1968, Stacie had just turned 3 two weeks before her mom has given birth to her little brother Charlie, when she died from complications. it was just her, her father Don and her little brother Charlie. Don never took it well but did what he could for his children. Everything went further down hill from there when 2 years later, Charlie has been diagnosed with leukemia. he had been really sick for months and managed to get better but 2 weeks later died. it tore Stacie and Don apart and ruined their relationship. They had to move into hawkins, a quiet small town and couldn’t afford much so moved into a trailer park. Don would drink and become verbally abusive toward Stacie by saying everything was her fault and that he wished it had been her to die instead of her mom and brother. he would get physical by throwing things at her and pushing her into walls. Although Stacie was only 11, she felt as if she could handle anything and was super strong. Eddie always made her feel that way. They met in elementary school during recess. Eddie had been getting picked on my his bully Steve, calling Eddie a ‘freak’ and that he has no mommy or daddy, pushing him around. it really hurt her feelings knowing she knew what that felt like so she went ran over to Steve, pushed him back and punched him right in the eye leaving a bruise. he yelled screaming and running toward a teacher but she didn’t care. “Hi, i’m Stacie” she says helping up the little skinny boy who was slightly taller than her and had short, almost buzzcut like curly hair. “Hey, i’m Eddie” he says smiling but quickly frowns when we realizes his lip stings from a cut caused by Steve. “hey it’s not so bad.” she says pointing at his lip. “nothing a little baby wipe can’t help” they both laugh. “thank you for helping me but you really didn’t have to. Steve always pushes me around, he’s just an ass and only does it because of his friends” Eddie says shrugging “did you just move here or something? i’ve never seen you around before” she looked up at him, his big brown eyes being curious “yeah, i used to live in the town 30 miles from here but me and my dad recently came here” she looks down, a little sad but not wanting Eddie to know why they had to move there. “oh! well cool because i don’t really have any friends and considering you beat the shit out of Steve for me, i think this is the start of a very good friendship” they both smile at each other and laugh. “i would love to be your friend..hey! do you like lord of the rings?” she said happily, “what!? of course i love lord of the rings. i’ve read the book 5 times!” his eyes widen with excitement. “i’ve never met any girl who’s into fantasy! do you like dungeons and dragons too?” he starts getting even more happy that he’s finally found someone who’s interested in the same things he is “well no-“ Stacie says “i’ve heard of it but i don’t really know how to play. it seems hard” Eddie stands up straight, like a knight and puts his hand on his chest “no worries Princess Stacie, i can teach you all ways of the game! i’ve always wanted to create my own club. maybe you can be part of it..” he trails off a bit “although, it’s meant to be played with more people but i think we can manage. just use our imagination” she smiles at that, she never thought she could make a friend so easily let alone have them willing to hang out with her so quick.

“i would love that!” she says. “sick! you can come over to my house! my uncle wouldn’t mind and he makes the best roast beef sandwiches” Stacie’s smile drops. she’s never been to anyones house before and lately her dad has been very mean so she wasn’t sure if he’d let her. “well i don’t know. my dad hasn’t really been in a good mood lately and i’m kind of scared to ask.” Eddie looks at you sadly but perks up “well what if i come over? where do you live?” “umm i think it’s like san street, san something” she says like a question. “sandustin street?! that’s where i live!” he says excitedly. “i didn’t see you on the bus this morning” he says “my dad drove me, sometimes he does at least” Eddie still being excited says “well how about this? we can take the bus home and meet up later and i’ll teach you the basics about D&D. there’s a small park further down the street and we can just hang there. that way if your dad is looking for you, he can just look out the door” Stacie was hesitant but she couldn’t pass up on a friend, not a friend like Eddie anyhow. for an 8 year old, Stacie didn’t mind ignoring her fathers wishes. she knew it was just because he was an asshole and always drunk so even if he said no, she knew she could sneak away while he slept with a beer in his hand. she thought for a second if she should actually do it but smiled “yeah! i’m sure he wouldn’t mind. okay, i’ll do it!” they both smile at each other “cool!” Eddie says. after that the bell rings and they head back to class. Apparently Eddie really doesn’t pay attention because he had no clue Stacie was even in the same class as him. it could’ve also been because she was pretty quiet and would only talk to the other little girl next to her, Nancy but Eddie was never really the one to pay attention to school things.

back to present ‘78, as Stacie was still finishing up her algebra she heard a knock on her window. She looks up and sees Eddie smiling, walks over to the window and lets him in. “What are you doing here? My dad is not in the mood at all so don’t be loud or he’s gonna kick your dumb ass out again!” he trips coming into the window but catches himself on you bed. “He’s not gonna hear me! i saw him through the kitchen window before i came here, he’s slumped over with 3 beers in his lap. he’ll be out for hours.” Eddie knew about everything. the drinking, the abuse, everything in Stacie’s past and he understood it completely. Eddie lost his mom when he was 4 and his dad went to prison then later died after being shanked and left for dead in his cell. His Uncle Wayne ended up taking him in and while it was hard, Eddie was grateful that he had such an amazing uncle who he actually referred to as his dad. Wayne also in fact knew of Stacie’s situation and would always make sure she’d eat, had clothes, school supplies and more. Wayne didn’t have much but he always did what he could for Eddie and Stacie. A lot of times Stacie wishes that Wayne was her dad and that the nightmare she lived in would just go away. “what are you even doing here anyway? copy my algebra homework yet again?” she said smartly. She knew Eddie was incredibly smart, he just lacked a lot in the homework/test department “no i didn’t come here to copy your algebra homework” Eddie said mocking her tone “i planned on doing that tomorrow morning on the bus. i CAME here because that new movie Halloween releases tonight” he says with eyes super wide. Every month Stacie and Eddie would go to the movies to watch a new release. Last year they went to see The Hobbit and a month ago they went to see The Lord of the Rings. They tried sneaking in to see The House of the Dead but got caught and kicked out. “no way! we tried sneaking in last time and Wayne yelled so much at us, i thought i was gonna lose my hearing” Stacie said. “if we get caught again, you can kiss your freedoms goodbye Munson!“ Eddie rolled his eyes and smacked his lips “no way my dad is gonna find out this time. I have a plan” she looks at his smirking knowing exactly what he’s gonna do and squints her eyes at him “you’re gonna go through my dads stash aren’t you?” he smiles hugely “of course. he’s never noticed before plus i heard this guy Rick is a huge pothead, i’m sure i could bribe him with acres” she rolled her eyes at him “grams dumbass and fine but ONLY a tiny piece. he almost got my head with a remote last time” Eddie frowned, he never liked that she’d make jokes about her abuse but he knew that was just the way to cope with it sometimes so he let it be. “well let’s go! the first showing is at 9!” he goes through her closet, grabbing one of her jackets and throwing it at her. “go out through your window, i’ll meet you there” he quickly but quietly walked out of her room, heading to the living room. He sneakily walks past Don’s snoring body trying not to wake him, grabbing a small box that had nuggets of weed inside, he grabbed 2 nuggets and stuffed him into his pocket. Don moved a bit and Eddie stopped dead in his tracks. He held his breath and closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn’t wake the beast. Once Don adjusted into a new position, Eddie breathed out after nearly turning blue and sped walked quietly into Stacie’s room and crawling out her window.

the two hopped on Eddie’s bike and rode to the local theater, The Hawk. they both walked inside getting their usual snacks, Stacie grabbing fun dip, Eddie grabbing twizzlers and both sharing a very, unnecessary large bowl of popcorn. they both went walking around to find Rick. “where do you think he is?” Stacie says as she fills her cup up with a fountain coke. “probably somewhere getting high” Eddie says trailing off to find another employee “hey, you know where Rick is?” he asks a tall, red headed boy with braces and glasses. “who’s asking?” the boy said. Eddie looked at him enthusiastically “Tell him Eddie Munson has a present for him” he flashes the teen movie clerk a smile and looks back at Stacie, her giving him a blank face knowing they could possibly still get kicked out. “be right back.” the red head boy walked to the back where all the food was and out came Rick. “who’s asking for me?” he looks down and to see a small Eddie. “Who are you?” he looks at the kids up and down confused. “We heard you could get us into some rated R movies for a price” Stacie says as if she wanted to negotiate a deal and Eddie looks at her slightly surprised but matches her energy toward Rick. Usually Eddie makes all the dumb decisions while Stacie was more reasonable so to see her all in with it was surprising to say the least. “You two look like you just finished the 2nd grade, i don’t think you have the payment i’m looking for. How about i get you two some tickets to see ‘The Cats from Outer Space’ that seems more your thing” they both look at him unamused. “first of all, we’re in middle school” Stacie says, her voice monotone. Eddie leans over the counter and points his finger for Rick to come closer and he does “I have 2 big chicken nuggets with your name on it and i’ll trade it for 2 tickets to see Halloween” Rick leans back, contemplating if he should really make a deal with a 12 year old kid. after thinking for what felt like forever, Rick makes a decision “alright fine, i can’t pass up a good deal.” the kids smile happily, giving each other a high five and walk over to the register with Rick. “that’ll be $2.34” eddie pulls out the 2 nuggets wrapped in tissue paper and slides it over to Rick “really kid??-“ he smacks his lips and rolls his eyes “that’s not the way to do. when you get older, find me and i’ll teach you the ways” Eddie rolled his eyes “yeah sure, 2 tickets to see Halloween please” Rick hands them the tickets and they squeal with excitement running quickly into the theater and finding some seats “where should we sit?” they both scan the sections, not many people there but enough to fill a room “let’s go all the way to the back” Stacie says and they make their way toward the back. “i can’t believe he actually let us in. i heard he’s never made a deal with kids before” Eddie said as they sat down getting comfortable. “well that’s definitely a lie. he’s a creep, i’m sure he’s made lots of deals with kids. plus it seems like he wants you to work for him some day” Stacie said laughing at him “oh no way i will and even if i tried, you’d kill me or tell my dad. i won’t even chance it.” The lights turning off and the theater screen getting louder, the kids stopped their conversation and watched the movie. Eddie jumping constantly and hiding behind Stacie and Stacie pushing him to the side or constantly telling him to shut up every time he whispered “he’s behind you!” “don’t go in there!”

after the movie was over, they rode back to their neighborhood and quickly walked down toward their trailers. funny enough, their trailers faced each other from the back so they could communicate through their bedroom windows. “well kid, it was fun while it lasted but i have to get in there and finish the homework you interrupted me doing” Stacie said climbing up her window and opening it up “i saved you from that! Mr Stevie was messed up for the amount of lines and triangles he added on that paper!” Eddie said tossing it bike to the side and climbing up his window as well. they’re both sitting on their beds, leaning over the window seals. “they’re linear equations and it’s not that hard. maybe if you did less on writing song lyrics and practicing guitar rifts and more listening to me when i tutor you, you wouldn’t be flunking with a D minus” Stacie said as she walked away to take off her jacket and get more comfortable in her bed. “someday i’m gonna tour with my band and be a rockstar! selling out all the shows on a world tour and YOU my friend will be right next to me all ‘omg my best friends sooo famous’ ‘back away people! i’m Eddie’s body guard’” he says mocking her voice which causes both of them to laugh “bodyguard!?” she says laughing hysterically “you know better than anyone else i’d be playing the guitar right next to you, if not singing!” Eddie lifts his eyebrow slightly “singing? ok fine but you still have a mean hook on you so i still need your protection. the ladies will be all over me and the guys will be jealous” he said smirking. “whatever Munson. i’m going to sleep! goodnight frodo! love ya!” she said with a big dramatic wave “and a love you, goodnight to you my sam the wise!” he says doing the same dramatic wave. they both shut their window, closing their curtains and falling asleep.

[ credit to munsonfefe on ig. will delete if not allowed to be reposted ]

a/n : hey guys!! i hope you liked it. i loved being able to write Eddie being younger and adding his relationship with Wayne. i thought it was just so cute for him to just refer to Wayne as his dad 🥹 and having Wayne also take in Stacie <3 also reblogs helps a lot so reblog it to your followers 🖤 thank youuuu

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bubblyhoney · 4 years ago

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win for me

warnings: lAnGuAgE, alcohol consumption (both reader and all other characters are of age to drink), marijuana use, Making Out™️, a miniscule Flowers from 1970 reference. PSA: WHEN UR INTOXICATED AND/OR AT A PARTY, TELL UR FRIENDS WHO YOU WILL BE WITH AND WHERE YOU WILL BE AT ALL TIMES. DRINK AND PARTY SAFELY!

tags: sapnap x fem!reader

summary: a collection of moments throughout the beginning of your relationship

words: 5000

A/N: even though this isn’t my most organized or perfect fic this was so incredibly fun to write. and it’s a college!au!! one of my favs. hope you guys like!! let's pretend the pandemic doesn't exist for this one too (please wear ur masks btw)

Sophomore Year:

Smells like shit in here is your first thought upon entering the laundromat.

It does, in all honesty. What would you expect a place where college students wash three months of dirty clothes and comforters with vomit to smell like? Urine and just a hint of marijuana, incidentally. The door closes noisily behind you and a guy in a black baseball hat turns his head at the noise. Half of his face is hidden underneath the shadow of his scruff and he says nothing, but you still offer an obligatory polite-stranger smile. The place is pretty deserted, what for it being nearly 4 in the morning. And you’re a rare kind of customer; only a few things to wash and you brought your own detergent.

There’s an empty washer next to an old woman in an acid-trip of a parka, and you sweep past the few other patrons with your mesh bag close. The man in the hat nods at you as you pass, looking up from his phone.

Okay. Dark load in one and delicates in the other, you remind yourself. The quarters get pushed through the slot (not without dropping three and having to scramble to pick them up before they disappear between the machines) and you fill the dispensers with a flowery laundry detergent your roommates hates. Oh, and the clothes go in. Done. You relax into a cracked plastic booth around the corner of the machine, pulling a book of crosswords from your bag.

Somebody yelps halfway through filling out a five letter word (“a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep”) and you jump. Baseball Cap rips open the dryer, fumbling around and supplying a pair of gray sweatpants. You can’t help but watch. He digs through both front pockets, pulling out a wad of dollar bills. He sighs, shoves the pants back into the dryer, and starts it with a hard push.

“Gut feeling?” You ask. He looks around for a second and settles his gaze upon you. Nice eyebrows, you think.

“Yeah,” he laughs, slightly nervous. “Yeah. I wore them yesterday and just remembered I put some tip money in my pocket.” Leaning back onto the shelf behind him, he shoves his phone into his pocket and folds his arms tight to his chest.

“I feel you,” you empathize, and set down your pencil. “I washed a parking ticket with my underwear last week.”

He stutters out a laugh, nodding.

“That must’ve sucked,” he adds.

“Yeah.” You shrug. “I wasn’t going to pay it anyways, but would’ve been nice to keep it for memory’s sake.” Rubbing at your knee offhandedly, you just watch him. He’s cute. And easy to make conversation with.

“Hey, um,” he mutters and clears his throat. “Do you by chance know some guy named Karl? Tall, messy brown hair and a horrible laugh?”

You open your mouth, then close it.

“Actually—,” you start but huff out a laugh. “Yeah, he’s uh, he’s dating my roommate. Why’d you ask?”

Reaching a hand to rub at his neck, his face twists into something sheepish.

“I’ve seen you at some parties this semester. I didn’t mean to sound creepy like that— I just—yeah.” His cheeks flush pink and he looks down to the ground.

“No worries,” you say, barely even thinking. “I think I’ve seen you too. You’re in Delta Tau Delta, right?”

“Nah, nah,” he laughs. “Just got some friends in there.”

“Ah.” You nod.

The conversation falls into silence, but not uncomfortable silence. He pulls out his phone again, and you look back to the crossword in front of you. The old woman between you leaves with a humongous load of blankets and a small family leaves with a cart full of bags; now it’s just you two.

When the washer with your delicates ding you nearly jump two feet in the air. Exhaling, you set your work down and open the door.

“Shit,” you curse as two bras fall onto the tile. You reach down to get a hand on a black lace bra and hide it quickly under your elbow. A sneaker squeaks loud in the almost-empty room and you see Baseball Cap’s shoulders.

“Here.” He’s kneeling as he hands you your pink bra and you accept it, biting your lower lip.

“Thanks,” you mumbles, slightly embarrassed, and step back to shove those bras and a couple pairs of your underwear into your bag. He offers you a small smile and backs off to his own machines, humming an off-key version of Unchained Melody to himself. Your other load of laundry gets shoved right on top of your delicates.

It’s when you’re nearly out the door, bell jingling, that you think to look back.

“Hey,” you start, almost stuttering for no reason. “What’s your name?”

He turns, dark eyebrows raised.

“My—uh… My friends call me Sapnap. You can call me that too.” Rosy cheeks once again; you seem to be making him awfully nervous.

“Sapnap.” You try it in your mouth, pursing your lips. “Okay. I’ll see you around Sapnap.”

He nods, affirming your statement.

“See you around Y/N.”

It doesn’t hit you until you’re buckling your seatbelt and starting your car that you realize you didn’t tell him your name.

Perhaps he knew more about you than you thought.

Yeah, you laugh to yourself. Karl’s got a big mouth.

Junior Year:

It takes you a collective twelve minutes to go talk to him.

It’s quiet in the library, students that happen to come here to study or procrastinate few and far between the scattered tables. Your poison today is a 4 page history paper on Normandy that you’d been staring at the instructions for for days. You’d already written a bunch of, frankly, horseshit for the body, but the introduction and conclusion were throwing you for a loop.

The vibes in Ridgeback Hall were also certainly off, today more than any other day; the main help-desk was empty and everybody had to do the tedious task of locating niche textbooks themselves.

Lifting your head from the wood of the table, you squint and focus your vision on the guy in the white tee and denim jacket that had been the focus of your thoughts for minutes. He chews at the end of his pencil, mouth screwed up into a ball, and shoots daggers at the empty notebook in front of him. You’re surprised it hasn’t caught on fire yet just from his gaze.

“Sapnap!” You whisper-shout, stretching your arms across the table as if it would make him any closer. A person with purple hair jumps at your voice but turns back to their laptop. “Sapnap!” you try again, tapping two fingers on the table. His head jerks up, eyebrows furrowed and an angry expression on his face, but softens at the sight of you.

“Y/N,” he counters, equally as loud but with a smile on his face.

“What’re you doing?”

“Calculus.” He sticks his tongue out, making an awfully tortured face. You laugh and wave your fingers at him, gesturing for him to come closer. He just huffs out a sigh, stacks all his papers in one pile, and gets up. The trek over to your table is short but he takes it so slowly you wonder if he always walks like that. Like a varsity basketball player who just got off a horse.

“You’re so slow.”

“Shut up,” he grumbles and settles into a chair across from you. “It’s 2 pm, give me a break. I need a Redbull.”

“Those are bad for you, you know,” you say matter-of-factly and drop your chin onto your hand. He’s even cuter from this angle, you think briefly. He just rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, Miss I’d-like-some-coffee-with-my-sugar-and-cream,” he teases, pointing to your venti iced coffee. It’s about as pale as the color of a band-aid. You just sigh and close your eyes. “You tired?” He flips his pencil in his hand and leans back into the seat, sighing.

“Yeah,” you mumble. “I haven’t slept yet today.”

“Wow, you’re dumb.” He looks scandalized. You just shrug.

“Perhaps. I don’t really know why I did it actually— just for funzies!” You raise an arm but let it drop back down. “I stayed up playing Sims.”

“Feel that. I play Minecraft with my buddies until like 2 am every night too. It’s nice,” he decides and folds his arms across his chest. Your eyes flit over to his strong arms, admiring the way his denim shirt looks around them. Thick.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“What?” He says too loudly and it warrants a ‘shush’ from another student. He reddens, but looks back down to you. “I—why do you ask?” You shrug, eyebrows raised.

“Just wondering. You’re too cute to not have one.”

“Right,” he huffs, but his cheeks stay pink. You two fall into easy silence, his eyes trained on the notebook in front of him and yours closed peacefully. “Are you dating anyone?”

They snap open not-so-peacefully.

“Nope. You wanna submit a boyfriend application?” A smile cracks your lips and he grins back.

“Maybe,” he replies and stares at your mouth. “I have to say—,” He stretches into a yawn. “I think I’m qualified.”

“Oh, yeah?” Your eyebrow quirks. “And why are you so qualified?”

“Well, first of all, I work at Ace Hardware. That’s where cool people work.” He presses one finger into his palm. Then two. “And I have a bunch of free time because said job at Ace Hardware only likes scheduling me in the mornings. Plus, I’m hot.” He shrugs.

You nod faux-seriously, considering his list.

“Those are very good qualities, sir. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” You pause. “Okay, I’ll schedule an interview. How’s 7 pm at the Chili’s on Main? Chili’s is the designated interview place.” You wiggle your eyebrows. He just smiles at you, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That was smooth.”

“Yeah, I know.” You carefully study your nails. “I’m pretty impressive.”

“Clearly,” he mutters and chuckles. “But I do like their salsa. And margaritas. We got a deal?” He holds out a large hand. You take it, squeezing tightly.

“Hell yes.”

When you see the man called Sapnap a week later, you are very obviously in a different state of mind.

Same state, same college town, but very different blood alcohol contents.

“Sappy!” You shout, raising your arms above your head with a stupid grin on your face. He turns, that familiar look of surprise evident in his expression.

“Y/N,” he laughs and approaches your group of friends in the kitchen. It’s Greek Wedding night at Delta Tau Delta, and you assume Sapnap came to support Delta’s “groom” Alex. You’d gotten uncharacteristically drunk, trading air for sangria, and you were now in the incredible stage where everyone was both your friend and your favorite person.

Throwing an arm around his shoulders, you mash your face into his bicep and giggle.

“Missed you so much,” you try to manage out of your mouth, but it comes out slurred and stuttered. “So much.” You’d gone to Chili’s two days before and promised another ‘interview’ in the next few days, but it felt like two months away from your beloved. Beloved friend, that is. Only one date.

“Yeah?” He places a hesitant hand on your back and nudges you into a standing position. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Oh, shhhh,” you mumble and close your eyes. “Only— a lot.” Blinking them back open, you zero your gaze in on a bottle of Ciroc half-empty and looking very tempting on the kitchen island across from where you’re leaned up against the kitchen sink. He catches your gaze and steps in front of you, pleasant face filling your vision. You gasp.

“You are so cute.” Sliding your palms up onto his face, you hold his scruffy cheeks in your hands and smile all dopey at him.

“Is that your brain or the alcohol telling you that?”

“Uh,” you swallow. “Both. And my heart.”

He just shakes his head and his chest moves with a heavy laugh.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Are you having fun?” You ask, all concerned and furrowed eyebrows. You look like you’re genuinely interested and worried about if he’s having a good time or not, and it makes his expression melt.

“I’m having lots of fun,” he passes over his shoulder as he flips on the tap and fills a red solo cup with water. “In fact, I’m gonna have a nice, cold glass of water right now.” He shakes it like an owner offering their dog a treat.

You eye the cup in his hand, having half a thought that this might be some sort of backwards psychology move. The other half wins.

“That sounds so good right now— can I drink some?” Your eyebrows pull together and your bottom lip drops into a pout. It makes him blink for a second. He remembers the little game you’re playing and just hands it over, smug. You gulp it down quickly and crush the empty plastic into your palm with an exaggerated exhale. “Hit the spot,” you sigh, and pat your stomach fondly.

“You hungry?” Sapnap asks you as he steadies you with two hands on your shoulders. Something pops into your head at his words: a set of two McChickens and an Oreo milkshake.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, and mirror him by placing your hands on his shoulders. “Can we go to McDonald’s?”

He just shakes his head, grin wide on his lips, and shrugs. Perfect teeth, you think.

“I haven’t drank anything, so I’m good to drive.” He pulls his keys from his pocket. “I know you’re smashed right now so—do you feel safe with me?” The question falls from his mouth and you truly consider it, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“Yeah. I’ll take this just in case,” you say, and take a large dinner fork from the counter next to you. It has some red liquid on it that you brush off onto the fabric of your jeans.

“That’s actually gross.”

“Yeah.” You grip it tighter in your head. “But it’ll do the job if you try any shit. I’ll put this in your eyeball.” Brandishing it, a smile stretches onto your mouth. He just shakes his head and heads for the back door, jerking a hand in your direction to get you to follow him.

The cool night air explodes on your face when you step onto the porch and it makes you blink rapidly. Sapnap is right at your side, offering a forearm as you slowly make your way down the two back porch steps. A tall blonde smoking half of a blunt makes a grunt noise as you two pass and your knight-in-shining armor looks up.

“Gonna go get some food. Want anything?” Sapnap stops on the rocky path to the sidewalk, tilted up to hear the blonde’s response. The other guy shakes his head but nods to you in passing.

“I’ll tell her friends where she went,” says the blonde, and disappears through the sliding glass doors.

Your hand falls from his forearm to his hand and grasps it tightly, swinging back and forth as you stumble to his car. You flash him a grin that he just chuckles at.

“Watch your step,” he warns as you yank on the handle of the passenger door and nearly fall off of the curb.

“I’m fine,” you huff, and scramble to get yourself upright into the seat and buckled. He closes your door and jogs to the driver’s seat, climbing in and starting the engine quicker than your head comprehends.

The small space fills with the sound of Letters to Cleo as he’s maneuvering out of his parking spot and he slaps a hand at the stereo button almost immediately. His cheeks redden as he glances at you once.

“I love Letters to Cleo,” you admit, and switch it back on. Ah, Co-Pilot. A classic. “Be my co-pilot!” You sing, loud and sharp. He shakes his head but huffs out a reluctant laugh.

“My older sister loved them. Bit old for my taste, but—you know. Can’t deny that I love a little bit of 90’s angst.”

“Absolutely,” you nod vigorously and pick at your nail. “Oh!” The fork magically reappears at your side and you grab at it. “For my McChickens.”

“And for me,” he adds.

“Yup. You too.” But you drop it onto the seat and lean forward, fumbling with the volume dial until you feel the lead singer’s voice thumping into your heart. “I love this lady!” You shout and rock your head to the beat.

Shaking his head, his shoulders move in an easy laugh. The drive-thru line is kind of busy for 2 am, he notes, pulling in right behind a navy BMW sedan. But it moves quickly, especially when you’re moving in your seat, scream-singing the lyrics to I Want You To Want Me.

“Yeah,” he says, loud into the mic. “Two.”

“Alright.” The voice reports from the speaker, a background clicking joining their bored tone. “Two McChickens, a double cheeseburger—ketchup and pickle only— , a medium fry, and an Oreo McFlurry. Anything else, sir?”

Sapnap chews on his lip, and glances at you. You just give an encouraging thumbs up.

“That’ll be all,” he reports.

“Second window, and your total is $9.67.”

He barely has time to call a “thank you so much!” before the line ends with a click. Rude.

“Jesus Christ,” you moan the second you sink your teeth into your first sandwich.

“Agreed,” he mumbles and pushes as much cheeseburger he can fit into his mouth.

“This,” you start, swallowing. “is the sexiest thing I’ve encountered in all of my years. I thank all higher powers when I consume McChickens…” Trailing off for dramatic effect, you stare down the sandwich before mimicking a dinosaur war cry and practically shoving it down your throat. He just nods in agreement.

“It’s so nice out tonight,” Sapnap comments, swinging a look out his rolled-down window. He parked right in front of the Campus Quad, large bubbling fountain the show to your dinner. And some geese fighting each other for half a rotting hot dog.

“Mhm.” You crumple up your wrapper trash and toss it into the empty paper bag. “Could totally go for a swim.”

He turns and gives you a look. You look right back.

“Should we?” It’s barely a question.

“Um, hell yes,” is all it takes for you to say before you’re clambering out of the car and starting for the fountain. He follows closely after, jogging to catch up with your borderline track-star sprints.

“Wait up!” He calls as you reach the border of the fountain.

“Ugh,” you sigh, impatient. “Hurry up.”

“Mouthy,” he grumbles before kicking off his shoes and bending to fold his pants up over his knees. You just climb straight in and brave the cold.

Squealing, you hop from one foot to the other, shoulders tight as you get used to the freezing water. He laughs and climbs in right beside you.

“Shit,” he curses, and shivers. “This sucks.”

��You suck,” you quip right back and splash around. He stares, disgusted, at the water soaking up your jeans all the way up to your knees.

“You’re gross for wearing jeans in a fountain. That’s worse than wet socks.” He starts to move around as feeling comes back into his toes.

“What, would you prefer me taking my pants off?” A sassy look paints your face and he rolls his eyes.

“No, but you could’ve folded them up like a normal person.”

“I think you forget,” you start, and splash a palmful of water his way. “I’m quirky.”

He gasps, face twisting as the water hits his thighs.

“You’re dead.”

If campus police were patrolling the Quad right now, they’d see two college juniors wading around in a fountain, water up to their knees, having a competition to see who can inflict the most damage. He won, it seems, because your shirt is drenched all the way up to your ribs.

“Okay!” You shout, hands spread to brace yourself. The water in his palm falls. “I’m cold and I want my other McChicken.”

“Fine,” he sighs, and with some difficulty manages to get out of the fountain and back into his shoes. You just make your way back over to his car barefoot, braving the mulch and poorly-sanded concrete.

You both finish your food quickly, discussing menial things like how fast food restaurants always skimp on the pickles and how it’s truly a disservice to the world that so many people don’t know it’s Biggie singing the song Kat dances on the table to in the 1999 classic 10 Things I Hate About You.

When Sapnap pulls up to your house, he shifts the car into park and lets loose a heavy sigh. You whip around, hand on your buckle, and sport a very confused look on your face.

“I’m tired,” is all he says. Head falling onto the seat, he rolls over to give you a half-lidded look. You nod empathetically and climb very carefully out of his passenger seat. Your drunk muscles haven't caught up to your mainly sober brain, which is impairing your ability to look like a functioning human being.

“Thank you for tonight,” you chirp, smiling in at him with your arms folded on the open window sill. The half-drank Oreo McFlurry is lukewarm in your hand. He stares at your flushed lips.

“Anytime you want a drunk McChicken let me know.” He winks. “I have a gift card.”

“You spoil me,” you coo, and step up onto the sidewalk. “I’ll see you sometime soon, yeah?”

He nods, pursed lips fighting a grin.

Cute, you both think at the same time.

Sometime soon, somehow, means the very next day.

It’s breezy yet uncharacteristically hot out, and certainly way too bright for a hungover Y/N.

You’re sat on the porch swing, nursing a hot decaf coffee with lots of sugar and cream. Sunglasses sit comfortably on your nose, but you still have to squint. The pills you took have yet to kick in, so all you have to do is wait and try not to vomit into your mug. Suddenly, your phone lights up and buzzes to life. You press the green button and lift to your ear.

“What do you want?” Your voice is awfully froggy, you realize, and clear your throat.

“Good morning to you too.” Sapnap’s voice rings clear yet husky into your ear. The corners of your lips twitch up into a smile. God, you’re whipped just for the sound of his voice.

“It is definitely not a good morning,” you grumble and switch him into speaker phone. You drop the phone into your lap and stretch out further on the swing.

“Good morning for me,” he chirps cheerfully. “Take anything for the headache?”

“Yes,” you report, sounding like a pouting child and rubbing two fingers into your temple. “Some idiot fed me ice cream last night so this morning I woke up having to both shit and throw up.”

“Aww,” he sympathizes, sounding way too entertained. “That sounds like a you problem.” You stuck out your tongue, but upon realizing he can’t see it, make a ‘hmph’ noise into the mic. “Anyways. I called to see if you wanted to go get breakfast with me. Waffle House, specifically.” You make a face but lift yourself up off the swing, wincing.

“I saw a rat eat an entire piece of french toast there once. But—sure. I’ll pay.” He starts to whine, but you scoff. “Let me love you, bitch. You pay for my McDonald’s and I pay for your pancakes. Easy trade.”

“Whatever. See you in five.” He hangs up right as you twist the front door open and drop your phone onto the couch.

“Who’re you talking to?” comes from the kitchen and you jump, pressing a hand to your chest. A shirtless Karl enters the living room with a bowl of fruit loops in his hand.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathe, and duck into the hall closet for your pair of dirty tennis shoes. “I was talking to Sapnap.”

“Oh,” he says around his mouthful of cereal with a grin. “You guys dating yet?”

You pass him a weird look, bending to tie your shoes.

“Gimme like two weeks. I’ll have him at my beck and call,” you laugh and collapse back into the couch.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He quirks an eyebrow and exits stage left into your roommate’s room.

The few minutes it takes for Sapnap to come to your house are short but filled with contemplation. Do you really want to date him? He’s certainly cute enough. Nice enough. And smart enough. He seems to like you too—

A honk interrupts your thoughts. Always having to be obnoxious, huh?

“You’re annoying,” you mumble as you buckle your seatbelt. He just shrugs, tiny smile tugging his lips, and shifts into drive. The short trip to Waffle House proves more quiet than lively. He seems awake, actually, so you attribute the silence to your tumultuous thoughts. The music is nice, though. Bikini Kill is perfect for 10 am.

After you two order (three chocolate chip pancakes for him and two regular waffles with a side of hashbrowns for you), he finally breaks the silence.

“Hey, are we dating?”

You pause with your lip on the rim of your orange juice. Your gaze falls from his lips to his fingers wrapped around the coffee mug. Two silver rings adorn both his middle fingers and they glint underneath the fluorescent lights.

“Do you wanna?” You squint back up at him. The tips of his ears flush pink.

“I-uh… Yeah. Yes,” he says simply. You try to hide a smile, but realize there’s no point.

“Okay.” You take a long drink of your orange juice. “I really like you. A lot. A surprising amount, actually; I haven’t really dated seriously since highschool.”

He nods, shuffling his feet on the tile. What else does he have to be nervous about? you wonder.

“I’ve… kindasortamaybelikedyousincesophmoreyear,” he mumbles and you swallow.

“Huh?” Leaning forward, you set your glass down.

“Um,” he starts but doesn’t finish.

“Did you say you’ve liked me since sophomore year?”

“...Maybe.” His coffee becomes the most interesting thing in the world, apparently. “Do you remember that one time during the Summer Carnival where Karl lost his phone?”

“Uh—yes! Yeah, actually. I do remember that. He found it in the porta-potty. What about it?” The waitress sets down both your plates in front of you and you offer her a smile in thanks before she trundles off to the drink station. You pick up your fork and wait for him to continue.

“I left two hours early because you invited Michael from your computer science class.” You pause around your mouthful of potato and he just stares back, trying not to grin. “Yeah. I thought you were hot and left early because you brought another guy.”

“Michael is gay,” you say slowly.

“Yup.” He nods and shoves a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Isn’t that so stupid?”

“So stupid,” you tease but your cheeks blush pink.

“Anyways. Now I’m dating you, so. Win for me.”

“Ditto,” you murmur, and manage to fit half of your first waffle into your mouth. “This is the easiest it’s ever been to start dating someone.”

“It’s ‘cause we’re cool, I’m pretty sure,” comes from a mouthful of pancake.

“That’s facts.”

The rest of Pancake House is bustling, a few families with young kids and some other hungover college students scarfing down similar breakfast foods and confections. You two barely give any other customers the time of day, too wrapped up in conversation and each other. The waitress gets a heavy tip after an hour and a half of struggling to swallow dough soaked in syrup and chocolate.

Sapnap walks you to your door after breakfast, hand on your waist and pressed to your side. It feels good. Right.

“I’ll see you Wednesday right?” You ask, turning to him with hopeful eyes. How could he resist?

“Definitely. Wouldn’t miss Game Night for the world— I can’t wait to beat your ass at Uno.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You murmur but you’re already slinging an arm around his shoulder and bringing his mouth down to yours.

You taste like sugar, he thinks. His hands find the small of your back easily, pressing you further forward into him. You hum at that, tracking a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair to grip it between your fingers.

He smells both musky and sweet and cool at the same time: heaven. One of his hands slides up to grip at your neck, thumb rubbing at your jaw, and you make a pleased noise into his mouth. There it is.

“Y/N!” Shrieks from inside your house and you jump, pulling away from Sapnap with a smack.

“What?” You yell back, irritated, and he just laughs as he dips to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Stop tonguing your boyfriend and come help me with my photography project.”

“God damn it,” you sigh and drop your hands. His slide down to just rest on your hips, comfortable. “I have to go.” You're annoyed, that’s for sure, and he prays you aren’t too mean to your roommate.

“Alright.” He dips for a quick kiss one last time. Okay, two more times. Maybe three. But he pulls away, grinning. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”

And then he’s stepping off your porch, walking to his car with his hands in his pockets. You watch his back fondly.

God, boyfriend. He’s your boyfriend. Boynap. Sapfriend. You can’t decide on a name, but all sounds perfect.

Perfectly him.

A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D comments = welcome!

#sapnap #mcyt #sapnap x reader #sapnap x fem!reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap fic #sapnap oneshot #mcyt imagine #bubblyhoneyfics #mcyt x you

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darlingwhump · 3 years ago

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Training

I was very inspired by the language barrier present in this drabble, so I wanted to write a lil prequel exploring some more language barrier whump. With a bit of pet whump and dehumanizing thrown in there, just for funzies. Enjoy!

CW: dehumanization, pet whumpee, language barrier, captive whumpee, mermaid whumpee, pirate whumper, creepy whumper, training an intelligent creature like a dog, unpredictable whumper, lady whumpee

“Have you tried training the thing?”

When Captain Whumper raises an eyebrow in response, his subordinate clarifies, “It can’t follow orders if it can’t even understand you. So, you establish some words, teach it some Alman so it’s not so jumpy all the time. Plus, it’ll save you some headaches.”

That wasn’t a bad idea. As fun as it is to see his new mermaid pet struggle to obey him, it has begun to slow him down. He takes another puff from his long wooden pipe. “Don’t lecture me on how to take care of my pet.”

The gunner straightens his back, “Yes, Captain, sir. It was just a suggestion.”

“And it was a pretty good one, so I’ll let it slide this time,” his subordinate releases the tension in his shoulders. How boring. “Now, get back to work.”

~🐚~

The door to the Captain’s cabin creaks open, and Whumpee quickly turns towards the doorway, away from the porthole that had been boarded up after her escape attempt last week. Her mind starts racing, ready to listen closely for whatever orders she can. Last night, Captain Whumper had recited a story to her, something about a previous prisoner on his ship, and when she didn’t repeat it back to his liking, he got angry. And…well, she didn’t want to think about what happened after that. She absentmindedly wraps her arm around her stomach, wincing from where it had been kicked. She was trying. She was trying so hard to understand him, but merfolk society emphasizes isolationism, so most mers rarely have the need to learn another language besides their native Aquan. Now, she had no choice. It was understand, or be punished.

Whumper’s boots thump against the wooden floor, which was littered with scratches and signs of struggle. He explains something to her, but all she can make out is “Okay…this…problem…Alman…understand?” She definitely doesn’t understand, but nods anyway. Saying yes was always the safest bet. Whumper didn’t like it when she said no. He chuckles, and Whumpee can make out the word “dumb.” That’s an Alman insult, right?

Whumper points to the ground. “Come here.” Then, he waves his hand and Whumpee understands. Tentatively, she crawls on her forearms to the spot that Whumper pointed at. He smiles. “Good.” That must mean she did it right.

Whumper holds his arm out and speaks slowly, as if he’s talking to one of those dogs that land dwellers love, “Give me your hand,” he holds his palm out. Give? Hand? What did that mean? She asks for clarification in Aquan, and the Captain scoffs. “No, Alman only.” How was she supposed to speak a language she couldn’t even understand? “Give me your hand,” he says, and even despite the language barrier Whumpee can hear the irritation in his voice.

He wants her to do something. Confused, Whumpee scoots towards where Whumper’s hand is held out. Maybe “give” is another way of saying “come here.” Whumper sighs and reaches forward, gripping her wrist roughly and pulling it towards him.

“Hand.” he points to her palm, his nails digging deeper into her wrist. “This is your hand.” She nods quickly. So he’s trying to teach her vocabulary? Whumper mimes grabbing her wrist once more. “Give.” He releases her arm. “Again, give me your hand.”

This time, she doesn’t hesitate before placing her wrist in Whumper’s hand. His lips twist upwards. “Good angelfish,” he coos, releasing her wrist once more and running a hand through her matted hair. “See? You can learn.”

As humiliating as this is, a small part of Whumpee is grateful that Whumper is taking the time to help her understand his language. So far, she’s had to assume from context and tone, only picking up basic pronouns, names, and commands. She’s been trying to learn, but so far that has only been a survival instinct. Without any books or translators to help her, this was the best she could ever get from these pirates.

After an hour or so of training, Whumper pulls Whumpee into his lap. Whumpee isn’t sure how to feel, with her arms throbbing from being manhandled into performing different actions. “You did so good,” he gingerly traces one of the fingerprints he left behind on her skin. That would bruise later. She should really start keeping a tally. “Do you understand…‘master?’”

Another word she didn’t know. Whumpee shakes her head, ready to learn something new. Anything if it would make it easier for her to obey.

“The crew…me Captain, but I think…you can…Master, when we’re alone.” Whumper hums contentedly, “I’d like that.” She tilts her head slightly, picking up on most of the words but needing a second to make sense of them.

“O-okay-…mahster?” she offers tentatively in Alman, her voice thick with an accent.

“Perfect,” The sides of Whumper’s lips turn upwards, giving her a patronizing look. To Whumpee, it looked almost like admiration…doting. “We’ll work on…some…time.”

With the promise of more lessons, Whumpee was already reviewing all of her new vocabulary words in her mind. If Whumper hurt her today, while he was still teaching her, she couldn’t bear to think of the punishment for failing a test. Zoned out in thought, she leans into Captain Whumper’s shoulder, the first bit of kindness she has ever gotten from the Captain--wait, no. She tries to remember the word. Ah, yes, that’s it. Her master.

#whump #whump writing #mer whump #fantasy whump #pirate whump #lady whump #merwhumpee #language barrier #dehumanization #pet whump #I'm very quickly becoming attached to poor whumpee #darling writes

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago

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ok so you know how the reader will call phil dad while dating technoblade? ok so what if the readers actual dad (who she doesn’t have a very good relationship with) comes back and ends up finding her in the tundra cabin with techno and phil, and is basically trying to grab her and force her home and phil and techno are having none of that so they’re like “get out of here before we take all your lives” and eventually the dad will leave but the reader will like be sobbing after it’s all over and techno and phil are like comforting her and reassuring her? tysm ❤️

Oh boy…. Here we go

The day was a normal day. Philza had come over for funzies, you two had decided to make cookies while Techno watched and laughed at you two. As you and Philza rolled out the cookies and placed them on the tray, a knock sounded at the door. You’re head snapped to Techno as you held up your dough covered hands. He just laughed and rolled his eyes before getting up and heading to the door. You and Philza go back to joking and laughing and soon you hear Techno say, “Uh, can I help you?” “Yeah is Y/N home” and then you freeze. You would recognize that voice anywhere. How the hell did he find you? Philza immediately notices the change in your demeanor, “Are you okay honey?” he asks, setting down the cookie dough and wiping his hands clean. You stare at him with wide eyes with your heart pounding as you slowly wipe your hands clean as well, “That’s Y/F/N. That’s my bio father” and Philza freezes too. He’s heard all about the man you had the unfortunate of calling your biological dad. Stories about things he did to you as a child, the horrible names he called you as a teen, and the thing he did the day that finally pushed you over the edge causing you to leave. You hear Techno hesitate at the door. “Uhhhh… Who’s asking?” “Listen kid. I know they live here, just tell me if they’re home or not” you father’s aggressive tone bites out. You have to take deep breaths in order to keep yourself calm. You move toward the door, but Philza gently grabs your arm, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to honey.” He whispers to you, “I know dad. But I think it’s the only way to get him to leave”

And as Techno is about to bite back an answer, to tell your father off, your hand rests on his shoulder, immediately relaxing him. He turns his head to you with a confused expression but you gently move him out of the way. Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes meet the cruel one that you left behind so long ago, “Hello Y/F/N” you choke out. The name that escapes your lips causes Techno to stiffen. So this is the motherfucker that caused you so much pain. Oh boy, now your pink headed boyfriend is on high alert. A cruel smirk finds its way forms on your biological father’s face as his eyes meet yours. “Oh Y/N/N, have we really resorted to first names? I’m your dad” he claims with a false sweetness that makes you flinch. “You are not my dad,” you manage to spit out, “You are simply a sperm donor and that’s all you will ever be to me.” The fake smile melts off of Y/F/N’s face and he just looks pissed now. “I am your dad and I’ve come to take you home.” He announces, reaching forward and trying to grab your wrist, but you pull away in time, “I will be going nowhere with you. Not now, not ever. This is my home now and there is nothing you can do to change that.” “This is not your home. I will be taking you home right now” He spits, lurching forward again and this time actually managing to grab your wrist. Techno and Philza this whole time were silent and just watching the interaction, but as soon as Y/F/N put his hands on you, all bets were off.

The two jumped into action. Techno grabs your father’s arm, the one that wasn’t holding you, and quickly twists it in a way that makes him drop your wrist and pins him up against a wall. Philza rushes behind you and pulls you away and cradles you to his chest in a warm hug. “Are you okay sweetheart?” Philza asks, running his hand down your hair trying to comfort and soothe you. “Yeah, dad. I’m alright” you reply, putting extra emphasis on the dad part. “Dad? You call this loser dad? Y/N he’s just a-” He doesn’t get to finish because Techno pulls him off the wall and slams him back into it causing him to let out a loud “Oof”. Once he’s sure you’re okay, Philza let’s go of you and slowly walks over to Y/F/N. “Yeah, Y/N calls me dad. They call me dad because I’ve earned it. I’ve spent a lot of time gaining their trust and making sure they’re safe and taken care of. I’ve never tried to force them to do things they didn’t want to do, and I sure as hell haven’t called them horrible names or beaten them. I know I don’t really deserve to be called their dad, but you sure as hell don’t deserve it either.” Philza spits in the darkest tone you have ever heard come from his lips. “Now here’s what’s going to happen,” Techno jumps in after Philza has finished, “You’re going to leave and you’re never going to come back. And if you do come back, we’ll take all of your lives. Kill you so much that you never ever come back in this life. If you think that I’m joking, then you have no idea who I am. I’m Technoblade. I’m the Blood God. I’ve taken countless lives and I’m not afraid to take yours. Do you understand me?” Techno barks into Y/F/N’s ear. All of the cocky demeanor has completely left Y/F/N’s body and he’s terrified and it shows. He can only nod, causing Techno to grin, “Good.” And in one swift motion Techno pulls your father from the wall and throws him, legitimately throws him out the still open door. Techno then slams the door shut.

Once the door is shut and Y/F/N is out of your home, you can’t help it. Your strong demeanor crumbles and you begin sobbing at what just happened. The men again jump into action and pull you into a big comforting hug. They let you cry it out. They whisper sweet words in your ear, reassuring you that he’s gone and he won’t be coming back but even if he does, they remind you of the promise that Techno made to kill him. They don’t stop comforting you until the sobs die from your lips and the tears stop flowing. It’s silent for a few moments, you three just standing there, hugging. It’s nice. “Thanks guys,” you finally manage to sniff out, pulling away from their arms. “Anything for you baby,” Techno says with a soft smile. “Yeah, anytime kiddo. Anytime.” “Can we go back to making cookies now?” The two let out a laugh at the request but nod, “Yeah kiddo. Of course we can”

And so the rest of the day is spent in the kitchen, this time Techno actually joining you and Phil making the sweet treats. The two do their absolute best to keep your mind off of what happened. It works for the most part, you are just so surrounded by love and support that you can’t help but forget about the POS that is your biological father. And when you have such an amazing boyfriend and amazing dad that claims you as his own, how could you not?

There you go! I am finally caught up with drabble requests! So you can send in more if you’d like! I probably won’t write more tonight because I am very tired, but I will absolutely be writing more tomorrow!!

#mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt drabble #technoblade #technoblade imagine #technoblade drabble #philza #philza imagine #philza drabble #drabble #ray responds #ray writes drabbles

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west-tokyo-incidents · 3 years ago

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I have to be at work in nine hours. I finished writing smut instead. Dunno if I'll put it up on Ao3 or not. Enjoy!

CW; overstim, robo/technophilia, my shitty french bastardizations, oh, and some fluff thrown in for funzies.

Edit; also it/its pronouns for Paresse because I'm self centered also I like the idea it and Michel thinking of it as a creature rather than a person in the past, idk

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Michel let out multiple curses as the outpost finally came into view. 'Finally something with a roof' was the gist of the French between obscenities. It wasn't said with any sort of actual care, more like what he would be expected to say.

Paresse had considered telling him that he didn't need to fake anything, but the robot also had very little in the way of care. And so nothing changes.

It dragged itself into the structure. It could barely be called a shack. But the wind didn't bite here and Michel was… pretty sure it wouldn't get blown over in the storm. Instantly it slumped down against the wall. Michel dealt with his human needs and Paresse simply existed. It registered the temperature dropping as the wind picked up. Michel mumbled something about starting a fire around some ration in his mouth.

After a beat, Michel repeated himself, louder, and Paresse realized it was a question, "I asked if it is safe to start a fire in here?"

Paresse's eyes flicked around the structure and it drew just enough breath to answer and no more, "No, smoke will get trapped."

"I'd prefer freezing to choking on smoke." Michel huffed and went back to eating. He often compared ways of dying. Paresse would find it curious if it could manage the fucks to give. Michel wouldn't freeze to death, he'd come to steal warmth from Paresse's body. Not that Paresse particularly needed it in the first place, so it wasn't really theft.

The thought trail quickly grew boring and the douji's mind slowly fell silent again. Listening to the howling wind outside.

"How long will the storm last?"

Paresse just shrugged one shoulder. Hell if it knew.

Silence again. It saw Michel moving out of the corner of its eye, and then the soldier was next to it. It moved out of habit to let him lay against its chest, where the main source of heat in its mechanics was. No protest, no hesitation. It tilted its head back against the wall and settled in to keep watch. Not that any enemy would be out in the storm or that it would be able to see if they were.

It's mind stopped being so silent as Michel's heartbeat slowed. It relaxed itself, not really having to be so vigilant. It set an arm around the lieutenant and contemplated its master. Michel was not the trusting sort, but Paresse obeyed without question. Never did anything to make anyone think otherwise. Still, Michel trusted it not to kill him in his sleep and to be alert for danger while he was vulnerable.

It smiled a little. For some reason, it liked the idea of having Michel's trust. For some reason, it knew it would never feel like this again for anyone else.

What a strange thing.

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The soft clicking just beyond the fake-flesh of Paresse's chest had become something soothing. The little creak and shift as that arm came around his form. Paresse thought he was asleep, and he was alright with it thinking that. It really was a convenient thing. He forgot it was an automation sometimes. A 'robot'.

It was doing a good job of learning from him and listening to strict commands. But little blips like this, the pointless arm around him, made him forget Paresse was anything more than another soul trapped on this mountain with him.

His thoughts became less coherent as he finally began to drift off. Images of the things he'd seen when making the pledge combined with his thoughts of digging out snow when he woke combined with his childhood. It barely made sense, but his dôji, his serviteur, was there with him. An anchor through the chaos, whether it was in the strange garments of its clownish form or in the same cherry-blue stained uniform on his own back, it stayed beside him.

His eye opened to nothing changed. The last bitter licks of the dreams wicked away by the hunger in his gut, the howling wind, and Paresse holding him. The former excluded… It was comfortable. The storm had yet to pass, so there was no reason to get up. Paresse had slumped some, gone lax while he had slept. Its long arms hung loose around his body. He shifted and it suddenly sat up straighter and snatched its arms back to its sides. A lazy soldier caught slacking. He would laugh if he wasn't busy grabbing one of its arms to pull back around himself.

Paresse said nothing, but hesitantly laid its arms back where they'd been. Michel briefly thought Paresse like an uncertain lover, caught himself in that thought, and almost felt disgusted by it. But upon remembering the sensation of the pledge and the expression Paresse had made during it, well, there was no arguing the intimacy of that and the position he was in did him no favors either.

Well, that was that, then. It wasn't called the pledge of devotion for nothing. He shifted again and looked at Paresse's chest, at the area where he knew the invisible slit that hid away his serviteur's very soul was. He ran a gloved hand over it and felt Paresse shudder. Even this was enough for such a reaction? Maybe he'd been without alcohol and good company for too long to be thinking what he was thinking. Maybe he was just a young adult man who'd been in the military for four years without a single pretty lady to woo. Maybe the mountains had finally taken his sanity in the storm.

Maybe a lot of things. But what was absolute was the way he pressed his finger down harder on his dôji's chest and the way his rank sounded coming out of its mouth. Paresse knew what he was thinking, at least in an instinctual sense. Its arms tightened around him.

"Lieutenant… You already--"

"Does it feel good?"

"... Yes." It barely mumbled.

"Good."

The wind would have drowned out the sounds Paresse made if it weren't for their closeness. Michel chuckled. He was going to have to order Paresse to return the favor-- his very thought was interrupted by the robot moving one of its arms… and speaking of its own accord again.

"Lieutenant… show me…"

He caught the edges of Paresse's thoughts, the same as Paresse saw his. It wanted to return the favor. He smirked and sat up, straddling its wide hips. He watched its eyes--glued to his hands--as he unbuckled and did the bare minimum to pull his cock out of his uniform. Fuck, it's cold. Paresse caught on quickly, finally moving a hand to mimic the idea Michel had in his thoughts.

The touch of another person on his cock caught him off guard and he groaned at the feeling. Too long with only his own hand, he supposed. It was awkward, but Paresse eased into it, feeling through Michel's thoughts what was good and what wasn't.

As it found a rhythm, Michel interrupted it by putting his hand back on Paresse's chest. It whimpered--whimpered--as Michel rubbed across the front of the uniform Paresse wore. He unbuttoned it and dug a knuckle into the middle of its bare chest. Its head knocked against the wall behind it as it arched into the feeling.

It became a game. Paresse tried to keep steady as Michel explored territory unfamiliar to both of them. It felt good, seeing the robot shift and arch, watching the slit become visible and seeing the robot's hesitation to open up completely. He pressed a finger into the opening and hissed when its grip on his cock tightened. Maybe getting a handjob from a killer machine while trying to make it see stars wasn't his brightest idea.

Paresse's grip loosened after a second and it continued. Michel watched and listened and felt the dôji's thoughts. It was intense, he couldn't describe the weird jittery jumps Paresse's thoughts were making every time his fingers slipped a little deeper. He rocked his hips into its hand when its focus waned.

Suddenly, it pulled Michel against its chest--opening the cavity completely and hiding the vulnerable soul between them. Its hand stayed on his cock, but there was an unmistakable heat coming from in its chest. He smirked and used both hands to reach into the strange metal arms and ribcage to hold the glass sphere. Paresse let out a cry.

How odd. Without the pain of the needles making the pledge, the sphere felt so… so fragile. If he pleased, all he would have to do is yank it out and Paresse would power down. And the sphere itself could easily be shattered on a rock. This invincible creation, its literal life was in his hands. And Paresse trusted him with it. Him, a soldier, a murderer, an apathetic psychopath.

He rubbed his thumbs over its surface and smirked at the broken moan that came from its throat. He pressed his lips to the bare surface of its neck once… then again as it started doubling down on its hand's movements. Its little squirms and attempts to distract him were almost cute. He pulled back just enough to give an order.

"Stop. You first. You're gonna tear my dick off at this rate anyways."

Paresse made a noise in protest, its only distraction being taken away, but had to obey. It chose to dig its nails into the floor instead, leaving long, deep marks as Michel continued. Little whimpers came from its throat, mostly his rank and little pleas. Then…

"Lieutenant… maître…" Master. Michel had forgotten he had such a title, "Ça--ah!--ç-ça suffit…!" The doll kicked one leg as it cried for mercy between cries for more. But Michel would not give it. He'd never seen it move quite as much as this before, it was enthralling. Briefly he wondered if it even could orgasm, or if it already had.

He got his answer just a moment later as it wailed his name higher than the wind and the wood of the outpost suddenly creaked and twisted. The sphere let off a spark that made his hair stand on end. He pulled his hands off of it as Paresse curled around him, panting hard.

"Fuck…" Michel chuckled softly. He couldn't help but–in his lust starved mind–find the robot attractive like this. It's chest cavity half open looked nearly like something particularly lewd and he found himself wishing the robot actually had a cunt like he was envisioning.

Paresse's chest closed slowly as its arms started to go limp, the robot panting softly for breath. Its eyes traveled from some unfocused mid-range point onto Michel's face… and the Chaussieur suddenly felt less like a hunter and more like the hunted. The invading presence of his servant in his mind didn't help the feeling. He shifted a little in place, head tilted a little at his creature's sudden change in attitude… when it pounced.

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In the aftermath of such a sudden release, Paresse felt such a sudden surge of energy. Its master wanted more and… it found itself wanting to give him more… and somehow had the energy to do just that. Paresse barely felt itself move as it shoved Michel to the hard ground, one hand holding the soldier down with uncanny ease and the other yanking the uniform further off of him.

It might not have the… equipment that Michel desired, but it could certainly provide something else. Michel squirmed a bit, but he trusted it. And it knew that well. Even as the hand holding him down released him and the robot bared inhumanly sharp teeth, Michel stayed where he was put. Well, except to drape his legs over its shoulders. Fuck the cold, its mouth was warm. It wrapped its tongue around him and let out a soft noise as its lips followed. It felt Michel's fingers in its hair and was encouraged, going with the slow, bobbing motion he pushed it along.

Its eyes slid shut as it focused on the feeling. It would be so, so very easy for it to snap its bear trap jaws and end its master's life. But it didn't. It felt its master's racing heart beat instead. Felt the way he twitched when it swallowed around him. Michel cursed and muffled those curses in his own hat. The dôji couldn't help but find that endearing.

Then came a phrase… in a tone unlike Michel. A phrase and a tone that Parese very, very much appreciated hearing from Michel's throat.

"P-plus vite… je t'en supplie…!" One of its master's legs twitched tighter around its head. It resisted a smirk around his cock and instead feigned a tired groan at his begging for it to move faster. It even slowed a bit, only to have its hair yanked and more of his cock forced into its throat. It winced a bit, but let it happen. It did move a little faster, but only just a little and Michel's frustration rewarded it. He started moving his hips up to meet its motions, practically fucking its mouth. It let it happen. Less work, after all.

Michel cursed more, and Paresse decided it liked these curses far more than the curses from when they'd found the outpost. It liked the desperate way Michel's fingers threatened to pull its hair from its scalp. This side of Michel that actually wanted made it want. And it wanted to hear more, feel more, it wanted more.

It let out a hungry growl and pinned Michel's hips down, forcing him to stop moving. He yelled at it, but cut off as Paresse gave him what he wanted. Sudden movement, that long tongue pressing and massaging every nerve along his cock, flung him from his edge and he screamed profanity into the uncaring howls of the storm. Paresse swallowed every bit and kept going, dragging more and more sounds from Michel, more begging, more want.

It only stopped when Michel made it into an order. It whined in protest but pulled away, licking its lips as it finally opened its eyes and took in Michel's heaving, overstimulated form. One of his hands was holding his hat over his face to hide it, the fabric crumpled under white, trembling knuckles. The other was falling from its hair where it had been.

Had it messed up? Gone too far? Likely. Michel rarely gave direct orders unless upset. But the douji could hardly care. It liked how Michel looked right now. It tilted its head to nip at one of his thighs and run its tongue across it, drawing a light groan from the lieutenant, but nothing more. It watched Michel out of the corner of its eye and slowly, in the back of its coding, it started to search its own systems. Surely there was something to replicate the proper… equipment. Douji were meant to have seamless disguises, to be able to hide. Surely something in there would mimic the sexual organs of humans… ah. There.

As Michel's breath began to even, as he finally lowered the hat from his face, he caught the cheshire grin on Paresse's face and couldn't help but feel the edges of his lips twitch upwards.

"I want more…" It growled and started to cast away the human shape, but threw something else in the mix. Its gaunt shape hunched over Michel, hooked gauntlets finding hold in the wooden structure around them as its mask clicked into place. It dropped Michel's legs from its shoulders. Michel's hand came up and sat on its chest, as if holding it at bay.

"Give me a moment, my creature, and you can have more."

#thirst post #ress writes

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years ago

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Prompt idea for funzies: Modern Human Geralt gets a job at Dunder Mifflin paper company and chaos ensues when this hot beef sandwich has his first day at the Office. (Bonus points: Michael having a lot of feelings because now he isn’t sure if Ryan can keep his Hottest in the Office Dundie now)

Tater, babe. Idk what happened but uh... here?

Geralt bonds with Toby very quickly.

Michale calls him a variety of uncomfortable nicknames, his least favorite of which being “Sexy Two-Shoes” which like, why????? Jaskier says he should wear heels to work and Geralt thinks he’d rather die.

Kelly deadass just stares at him for like a whole fifteen minutes (which like gurl same but chill) and definitely does not spill coffee on him to see if he’ll take his shirt off.

He doesn't but Angela ‘helps’ him clean up and gets the stain out of his white shirt with club soda and gets it everywhere.

So it ends with Michael proposing a wet Tshirt contest.

Did I say Geralt and Toby are exasperated office friends?

Jim is intimidated af and Dwight has found his new fearless leader.

The first day Dwight asked if Geralt had ever killed anyone and he just ‘hmm’ed and Dwight took it as a resounding ‘yes’

He now makes copies for Geralt

Stanley and Phylis make quick friends with Geralt so he has Dwight do their copying and stapling too.

Kevin made a gay joke and Geralt and Oscar shared the look so now he hangs out with Oscar for his lunch breaks.

Pam doesn't look him in the eye for like three whole days and Jim is not a fan but like, he gets it. He makes one of those ‘he could turn me’ jokes and Geralt snickers.

Ryan tries shoving Kelly at him even after Geralt made it clear he was married and poor Kelly nearly cries every time: “not even the new old guy thinks I’m cute!”

Geralt just mumbles something about being three years younger than her when he’s asked about it

He falls for the ‘that’s what she said’ traps every fucking time. This himbo never sees them coming and is always annoyed.

Michale ends up making a new Dundie: Hottest on the Planet. Jaskier nearly pisses himself in the Chilis laughing so hard at the look on Geralt’s face.

Jaskier also brought him his lunch once in heels and a halter top and everyone was silent for a good five minutes. Jim finally broke and said he’s hot and Geralt just winked. Thankfully Michael was out of the office.

When Andy shows up he calls him Giant BLT. Geralt hates this even more than Sexy Two-Shoes.

Phylis and Pam get Ciri a gift card to Starbucks for her birthday and Geralt almost cries bc he didn’t say it was coming up. They keep it hush hush so Michael doesn't do anything stupid.

All in all - it's a weird place to work but at least it's not boring.

#lmao idk what happened #but this is what yall get #tater ily #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt headcanon #geralt in the office #ya know i have mixed feelings about the office but i adore phylis #i think she's my favorite

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 4 years ago

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Can you tell more about Izuku’ solder sister AU?

-Okay so like, his sister I’ve hesitantly called Hana because I forgot originally that Shigaraki’s sister was named that but now I’m owning it. Shigaraki hears his rival has a sister called Hana and is like in pain.

-Izuku’s kid is a little girl cause the idea of a little girl in pink cheering her daddy on is cute. Yes the kid is very feminine. Izuku is glad she didn’t get green hair.

-Izuku ends up bitching out Monoma because the baby won’t let him go when they come back from USJ so baby is in school with him, and Monoma confronts them outside their classroom and says: Oh, so you’re also a fool who gets someone pregnant? How disgraceful, everything handed to you. And Izuku is like done. Not only does baby refuse to let him go but baby also is a bit sick so whiny fussy baby. He’s also very annoyed by Monoma and his elitism.

Izuku: I’m trans and a late bloomer with my Quirk. My boyfriend was only with me to have sex with me and chuck me, making fun of me. My father had a secret other family I only learned about when my older sister tracked us down after his death. My mother left me to because she only wanted me around for money. My sister is a stripper and Quirkless so she’s constantly being short changed. She is working double shifts to afford my uniforms and the daycare my daughter goes to. I only came into my Quirk barely a year ago because of the fact my limbs would blow off if I hadn’t gain muscles. So step the FUCK off and realize that we aren’t elitist morons like yourself.

Izuku walks by and the entire group step out of his way in shock. Meanwhile his class follows, many of them taking the chance to elbow or shoulder Monoma HARD.

-Bakugou here kind of avoids Izuku. In his eyes, Izuku’s boyfriend crossed a big line when he did what he did, and also after Aldera was shut down, his parents made him go to a strict school where his attitude was addressed. So he avoids Izuku. They have a very uncomfy relationship. (The difference here is that Izuku’s boyfriend tricked him and also gaslighted him into no condom)

-Izuku gets third in the sports festival, and while he’s smiling he sees his baby taking her first steps. He jumps off the podium and sprints to her, dropping down with arms open as she toddles into his arms.

-For funzies I had a plan where AFO is Inko’s dad and he killed Hisashi for cheating on his daughter, but now I might not go with that with my change to Inko’s story.

-Baby was born with her Quirk. Debating on what but it is very powerful. A part of me liked the idea of it being touch-based mind control where she can take control of people by touching them, but like I don’t know how to say baby would get that? I also like the idea of baby burping smoke as a newborn and them all just: When will she start breathing fire, it’s going to happen.

-Original plans had OC/Hawks but now I want OC/Aizawa for fun cause the idea of Izuku having to face down Aizawa one day and just think: I saw you come out of my sister’s room is funny.

-Izuku still gets OFA and All Might becomes the dad of the two siblings. Hana is relieved. All Might also pays tuition because Izuku is his successor while Hana pays everything else. Hana is stubborn but not stupid. She can’t afford Izuku’s tuition and everything else.

-Hana may end up killing Overhaul? I like the idea of Overhaul learning of a Quirkless stripper, becoming obsessed and Hana quickly figuring out this guy is bad news so she relays info. Then Overhaul kidnaps her and she breaks his neck with her thighs before stealing Eri and walking out.

#bnha #bnha au #izuku's sister

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facelessfrey · 5 years ago

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Roswell New Mexico Season 2, Episode 13

- I’m sure that wasn’t supposed to be comedy but I literally laughed through most of that and I’m still laughing at the last scene. I can’t. I just...I can’t. I mean what the fuck even was half of that?!?!?

- I mean that episode was WILD. I don’t even know where to begin. This is going to get long...you are forewarned.

- Let’s start with the EXTREMELY RAPID conclusion of last week’s mortal peril. Yep....let’s just do some CPR...not even have to break out the alien defibrillator powers and oh look Max is just fine. I mean...thank god cause I could not go through a repeat of last season although...considering the last scene...that might be preferable. (I’m still laughing...like full on cracking up and my roommates probably think I’m nuts). Then we’ve got Liz dumping the contents of some top secret recipe giant ketchup bottles on the alien console and oh...yep....melted. Glad that crisis was averted. Then we have some random shots of people going to the hospital and oh look...everyone’s alive and fine except...Jesse Manes. I mean...don’t get me wrong...he’s a monster and I’m not sorry he’s dead by my god what a pitiful end to a character that should have been a really good villain but instead was a guy who limped around in the background most of the season until suddenly in one episode it turns out he had been putting together a dastardly plan to show the aliens as the monsters they are and then murder them....sure. Why not?!?! Well...I guess it’s nice that that barely three episode arc of Gregory Manes wanting to stand up for Alex got some closure. I just...it’s so dumb!!!!

- Oh wait...I forgot...not shocking cause it was literally two seconds, but hey...Helena randomly went back and saved Charlie and proceeded to yell at her for getting chained up and not leaving while she freed her. Cool.

- Right...so that’s all wrapped up in the opening five minutes...let’s just move on...we’ve got a lot of other insane junk we have to throw into the next 35 minutes. Yep...still laughing.

- Let’s just kick things off with Michael and Maria...and now I’m laughing again. I did ask the show to prove me wrong earlier today and well...I mean....they half did?!?!?!! Except it was literally insane so I don’t even know what to say. So...Maria’s just fine cause you know she was only half alien so that’s cool and great and then oh wait...she just happens to have a magic plot box dropped off by Mimi. Thanks Mimi...you still have no real purpose in this story except to occasionally move the plot forward but thanks for the box. But Michael doesn’t trust Mimi’s plot hints so he doesn’t want to open the box. Instead....he goes to hang with Alex and they destroy the shed together, which admittedly was a very nice scene and totally gave me Stendan in Dublin vibes and I quite liked it.

- But it was also all so they could find a literal skeleton under the floorboards. Gotta get those callbacks in eh? Hahaha. And of course it’s Tripp! Who else would it be? And of course...he’s got the magical key so it turns out Mimi really is tuned into the plot and read ahead in the script and knew that box would be important! So back to Maria he goes after having this super cathartic scene with Alex that tied into their emotional past together. I mean...par for the course...and I was fully ready for the whiplash that was going to make me crazy and you know...I was not disappointed because they started out being all “hey I love you” and I was like “eye roll knew that was coming” but then! She just up and breaks up with him because that’s what you do after a mutual I love you that’s based on zero relationship development over the past twelve and a half episodes. And once again...I am laughing.

- I mean...I’ll say this...I’m glad it was her that broke up with him and in part because she totally knows he’s in love with Alex and we have been saying that literally all season so like I’m glad she noticed. But I literally died when she was all “I’ve learned so much from this relationship”. What?! What did you learn? Did you get motivation in your script direction that we weren’t privy to because I still have literally no idea what either of you were supposed to be getting out of that relationship but hey...who cares cause it’s over now and Maria just decided that so it’s all fine. No heartbreak there. And you know...Michael seems totally cool with it. Barely even put up a fight. Hahahahaha. Again...I can’t.

- So then we go back to Alex and Michael and Isobel who is all of a sudden team Malex this episode when previously she was inventing emojis for Michael’s Maria hearteyes so yeah...all of this is just really confusing. But hey! The box has Tripp’s journal in it and descriptions that make Michael squirm but also....Tripp and Nora’s love was...wait for....COSMIC! Hahaha. Oh this show. It’s drunk on it’s own absurdity. So anyway...we’re filled in on the rest of Tripp and Nora’s story...well...sort of. We know she tried ice cream and liked it and there was talk of the mystery bad man that wasn’t Noah but uh...more on that later. Haha. Well...I guess we know Harlan killed Tripp and we unfortunately saw Nora die so that’s a wrap on the 1947 flashbacks I guess?!?! Sure.

- Oh god and the song...since we’re on Malex anyway. I mean...I liked the song and yeah....he got all the references in there. I never look away...cosmic...sure. And I knew once Forrest was there that kiss was going to happen but my god...are we really setting up season three where now Alex is the one in a random relationship and Michael is trying to be happy for him and we repeat season two’s nonsense?! Are we going to have another threesome just for funzies because you know...that was still LITERALLY the dumbest and most pointless plot point of the season. But anyway, I’m happy Alex felt comfortable enough to sing a song about a guy and kiss a guy in front of a crowded bar but there was literally NO REASON it could not have been Michael. He and Forrest literally had like four scenes together this season compared to Malex who had this whole emotional arc but no...gotta make it complicated.

- Props to them for managing to have one last break up without actually even having a conversation this time. TALENT. LEGENDS ONLY.

- I guess at least now that there’s just a minor character in the way and they probably can’t actually kiss again due to coronavirus restrictions, there’s probably some hope for Malex next season?!?! Maybe they’ll find a vaccine by the time there’s a Malex reunion. Maybe good things come to those who suffer. Hahaha.

- Right...let’s move on to Max and Liz. So uhh...Max spends the whole episode seeming like he was hopped up on drugs again or desperate for a fix. What is in that antidote?! Once again we gloss over the “darkness” in Max because like who needs real follow up to the first five episodes of the season. Not this show!

- The whole “Max destroys Liz’s lab” plot was nuts. Just the sheer speed of it from Diego magically appearing at the diner with the Generyx woman to Jenna’s super spy disguise to Max just blowing up the lab as Diego and co drive up and then they just exit stage left super fast except for the fact that Liz is still seemingly going to California but like...why? Did Generyx woman still agree to give her a grant based on her exploding lab?! Did she just feel bad that she didn’t have a lab anymore?!

- Sidebar to Steph...fucking Steph...whose apparent entire purpose this season was to be sick enough to inspire Liz to do science and break up her and Max over it and then survive after Liz randomly finds time to give her some kind of half baked medicine from her lab BEFORE it exploded??!?! Or does she just carry that shit around with her? And for the love of god SOMEBODY SAVE KYLE from this EXCRUCIATINGLY BORING story!!!!!! Please don’t subject him to more of this next season. Let them break up during the pandemic and give Kyle a clean slate and allow him to reenter the narrative in a way that allows him actual screen time and scenes with the group. Sigh...at least he got to hug Liz and have a brief scene with Alex where Alex told him he was proof of redemption. Look at that character arc that was literally told in two scenes this season! Yeah...see they can be concise when they want to!

- Anyway...back to Max. OH MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT FINAL SCENE?!?!?!??! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA?!!? I don’t even know what I was expecting but it WAS NOT THAT! What even?!?! WHY AM I BEING SUBJECTED TO TWO MAXES?!?! ONE WAS ENOUGH...sometimes MORE THAN ENOUGH. This is just really mean and so was forcing me to look at that HIDEOUS beard! I just....I really can’t handle it. HAHAHA! What drugs were they on when they wrote this?! Also...NONE OF THIS ANSWERS ANY QUESTION AT ALL!!!!!!!!!

- Let’s see...what else...

- I’m glad Jenna and Charlie FINALLY had a scene together because when Jenna first said that Charlie had disappeared again, I got so mad because it was just inexplicably dumb. So I’m glad they got to see each other.

- I’m glad Rosa is going back to rehab and that she both got to tell her mother that she loved her and tell her to stay the fuck away.

- I’m just laughing at the fact that for like one episode Helena was suddenly the big bad or at least a main antagonist or at least some kind of main player for the season and then just as quickly was COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT and is probably just going to leave now?!??! WHY?!?!?!?

- Can Isobel please get something legit to do next season that doesn’t just involve her going into people’s heads without asking and maybe involves her getting a love interest of her own? Please?! I mean...I’m glad she got learn about her mother this season but also I feel like she didn’t do much and I think she deserves more than that.

- I guess I’m glad Maria is embracing her alien side and trying to be true to herself or whatever but also....she was literally just in this episode to “not be dead”, to give Michael a plot box and to break up with him so she’s no longer a shipping obstacle. And then we never saw her again the rest of the episode. I really sincerely hope they do more with her next season in a way that actually serves her as a character because this season did not do her many favors. I’m glad she finally knows about the aliens and they delved into her own alien identity but I hope she really gets to do something with that next season and not just exist to save everyone else at the end with no thanks for it. I mean literally no one was on screen visiting her except Michael just so she could give him a box and break up with him. Liz and Max were literally at the hospital. But no...Liz had to see irrelevant Steph so she could save her for some unknown reason. Sigh....Not even her cool aunt Isobel came to see her.

- I don’t even know what else to say. I’m still laughing. I still feel like I know LITERALLY NOTHING about what was going on this season. I had hopes for this season at the end of season one but honestly I have zero hopes for season three because I’m sure it will be a clusterfuck but an even weirder clusterfuck than normal cause everyone will be standing eight feet apart. Maybe that will make them tell a tighter story and not try and shove 75 different plots into 13 episodes??? Probably not. I’m sure it’ll still be batshit crazy and make no sense at all. I’m gonna treat the show as a comedy from now on.

- Well...it’s been fun all. Thanks to anyone who made it through this whole nonsense post. You deserve a prize. Maybe a plot box or a skeleton under a floorboard or a journal telling you your relatives’ love was cosmic too.

#roswell new mexico #roswell reveiws #roswell nm #rnm #this was very long as predicted #I am sure I will still think of more things later

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fanfic-inator795 · 5 years ago

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RotTMNT drabble: It’s... probably a phase

((Had this silly idea a while ago, but I was suddenly inspired to write it out for funzies. Hope you all enjoy! ^v^))

No matter how many times he saw it, Mikey was sure that he was NEVER going to get tired of seeing the Hidden City. The unique architecture, the bright colors, the dragons and giant birds flying all over the place - it was AMAZING!

Not to mention all the various locations that he still had to see and explore - like the Hidden City Mall! Maybe for any other teenager, a mall would have been mundane - boring, even. But not for Mikey. Not when he had been given permission to explore the mall by himself as long as he remembered to text his fam every few hours, and especially not when it was so different than the malls he'd see on TV. In a way, it was like some of the shōtengai (or commercial districts) they had in Japan, according to their dad. Rather than being confined into one building, it was instead a long stretch of road that was covered with tiles on the ground, had large and open entrances and exits onto the street, and a curved roof above (making it seem a bit more 'indoor' than a marketplace or the Pirate Bazaar down by the docks).

"Coooooool~!" Mikey grinned, his pace increasing as he walked inside. There were plenty of different shops to browse through, from the specialty to the common. Some sold food and pharmacy others while others sold clothes, toys and knick-knacks. There was a shop full of scrolls and tombs, a shop for crystals and mystic gems, and even a pretty neat antique shop! But, as Mikey began heading towards a stand-up noodle bar for a quick lunch, a store that seemed to be covered in shadows quickly caught his attention instead.

The walls of the shop were painted black, with only covered candles providing any sort of life. The letters above the shop were written in Yokai-ese, but just based on the blood red color and the way they were written, Mikey could still tell that the shop was going for a 'hardcore' vibe. A bit intimidating maybe, but also interesting - interesting enough for him to walk inside, the orange of his bandana and the colorful stickers on his chest instantly making him stand out against the racks of black and dark colored clothing and the silver, spiky jewelry on display.

...Huh. So the Hidden City had goths and punks. Who knew?

Since the shop didn't have too many customers at the moment, it was that much easier for the two employees currently on duty to notice him. "Uhhh, you lost, kid?" one of them - a grey-furred hound with a pretty wicked nose ring and a black poncho with several chains hanging off it - asked, raising an eyebrow at the young box turtle.

"Oh, no," Mikey said, giving him a friendly smile, "I'm just browsing."

The other employee - a snake girl with purple scales and red highlights in her slightly spiked hair - chuckled. "You sure this is the store you wanna be browsing in?" she asked him, sticking her tongue out a bit, "There is a kimono shop just a few stores down that seems a little more... your style."

"Already saw it," Mikey replied, "And yeah, they were really nice! Really colorful too - but wayyyy out of my price range." He picked up a couple shirts, looking them over before putting them back. "But hey, this stuff is really cool too!"

"Hmph, oh really?" the hound asked dryly. Great, another poser. Just what they needed. "And just what is so 'cool' about it?"

"Lots of things!" Mikey grinned, "Though, I guess what I really enjoy about the goth style is how you guys are able to use a limited palette to not only express yourself, but still make something really unique and memorable! Don't get me wrong, I LOVE all sorts of bright and warm colors, but expressing yourself with only one or two colors that really mean a lot to you, and being able to focus on just them while still being able add so much style to that one palette is pretty impressive! And pretty cool too, if I do say so myself! I really love the way you guys use metals and stuff to catch the light and catch people's attention." He picked up a spiked collar, admiring it. "Plus, it just looks really sick."

"..." The two employees shared a look before smiling at each other. "Huh... I guess when you put it that way, it is pretty cool," the snake agreed, actually looking sort of touched by Mikey's comments, "I mean, for record, being goth is about wayyyyy more than just the fashion. But, hey, I can hang with someone who can respect and appreciate the aesthetic without being shallow about it."

"Yeah, and you know... if you like the style that much, I think you could pull it off," the hound added.

Mikey's eyes went sparkly at that. "Really?!"

"Sure, kid! We've got some stuff that would look great on you!" "Aaaand, I think we could let you use our employee discount too. Since you're, you know, cool."

"Sweet!" Mikey grinned, pumping his fist in the air, "What are we waiting for? Let's make me over! Goth style~!"

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Splinter had been planning on texting his youngest during the next commercial break, but before he could even reach for his phone, he heard Mikey call out from the lower level. "Hey, Pop! I'm home!"

"Oh good, I was just wondering when you would get back," Splinter replied, "So, did you have fun shopping?"

"Yeah, it was great! You wanna see what I bought?"

Splinter chuckled. "Oh, I suppose." That was enough to make Mikey race towards the TV room, his steps quick and obviously excited. Sitting up a bit, Splinter wondered what it was his youngest could have bought. Some fancy and fun new hat, maybe? Orange did always like playing dress-up. All of his boys did, really. They must have gotten that from him. Or maybe it was something in his favorite color? Or maybe-

He heard a small grunt behind him as Mikey lifted himself onto the second floor. "Tada! Take a look at me!"

"Okay okay, let's see-" Splinter looked over his shoulder, and his eyes nearly bulged right out of his head. He sputtered a bit before finally managing to shout, "Who are you and whAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BABY BOY ORANGE?!”

Mikey tilted his head at his father. "Huh? Dad, it's me. I just got a new look"

Splinter narrowed his eyes a bit. It certainly sounded like his Orange, but...

Mikey's mask had been dyed completely black, only the tips of his mask tails remaining orange. He was wearing a black tank top with a spiked collar and long, fingerless black gloves. Hanging over his shoulders and shell, covering up his bright yellow spots, was a black trenchcoat. His dark cargo pants had been spray painted with orange at the bottom of each leg cuff, almost looking like flames, and heavy black boots tied it all together.

"Come on, Pop! Don't I look great?" Mikey asked, holding up a 'rock and roll' gesture. ...Or, at least he was trying to. It was sort of hard to do with only three fingers. "I saw this goth store in the Hidden City, and I just HAD to give it a try! Don't you think it looks cool?"

"Er, w-well, ah..." Mikey frowned, disappointment starting to creep on his face.

...Well, that settled it. He may have looked very VERY different, but this was no rebellious phase or sudden change in his otherwise cheery attitude. He was still his son - still the same box turtle Splinter knew and love. "I think you look very, ah, unique!" Splinter told him, "And, uh, veeeeery fashionable and cool!"

Mikey grinned. "Awww, thanks Dad!"

"Hey, are you guys screaming in he-WHOA!" they heard Raph say from the atrium, “Mikey? Is that really you?!”

Mikey laughed, amused at his oldest brother's expression. "Yep! It's really me, baby!" Thankfully, Donnie and Leo didn't seem as shocked, though they were still mildly surprised.

“Huh… You know, out of all of us, I thought for sure Donnie would be the one who’d have a goth phase,” Leo said.

His twin shrugged. “Eh, my natural aesthetic is more high school prep meets cyberpunk.”

As Mikey ran off to give his brothers a closer look at his new goth duds, Splinter gave a small sigh. He would always try to support his sons and give anything that they cared about - whether it be likes, hobbies or even fashion - a chance, and he would continue doing that for the sake of his boys and their feelings... But a small part of him couldn't help but hope that Mikey's 'goth phase' didn't last TOO long.

Later that night, he received a text from Draxum - and surprisingly, this one wasn't some complaint or request. From the Baron's perspective, it was actually positive!

"Lou Jitsu - I know we don't always agree, but for the record, I also approve of Michelangelo's 'new look'. Very intimidating... A good starting point for a young warrior... Plus, all the black fits in with his ninja side. A win-win as it were, right?"

Splinter could only groan.

#rottmnt #my writing #silly stuff #michelangelo tmnt #splinter tmnt #alt title for this: Mikey goes to yokai!Hot Topic

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Angel: a Laon smut

Genre: smut uwu

Warnings/Kink(s): uhhh teasing. Yes, teasing is definitely one of them. Did I throw the daddy kink in here? YES WE FUCKING DID UWU, breath play/choking, hair pulling, dirty talk (that’s like similar to degradation right? if not), degradation, praising (because I am indeed a sucker for that shit), orgasm denial, unprotected sex, oral (receiving) (hey that makes it sound official doesn’t it? lmao) I think that’s it, thank you

Length: long long man (shut up I crack out these parts for funzies)

“I want attention.” you said bluntly. You had been sitting on the couch in Laon’s studio for at least an hour hoping Laon could make time for you. You know he was often busy but even if it was just 5 minutes you’d take it. “I know Angel, but can you wait a little longer? I’m busy right now. I promise you’ll get attention just be patient.” You sighed and fell over from your seated position to lay your upper body on the couch. You waited and waited but Laon still never looked up from his computer. Usually you always waited for Laon to finish his work, you were really good about it but today you were impatient. Today you were needy. Today you decided to be a little more bratty than usual. You sat up on the couch and cleared your throat. “Laon, if you won’t give me attention then I’m sure one of your members will.” You stood up and left your boyfriend’s studio to find one of the boys.

You were sure you saw one of them somewhere in the dorm on the way to the studio. You knew not to mess with Dojin, once you started teasing him he’d lose control and have you pinned against whatever surface was near by with a tight grip around your throat. And you weren’t looking for a rough fucking at the moment. You wandered around the dorm thinking who you could have as a victim. Jinwoo, Gun, and J-Kid left earlier to who knows where and you didn’t bother with Avin as he was too clingy so that left little Hamin. It took longer than you thought to find him, he was sitting on the couch watching tv when you plopped down next to him.

“Hamin~” you cooed. Hamin was sitting on the edge of the couch with a bowl of popcorn in his hands. His eyes were glued to the tv. You leaned your whole body against him and ran your hand up and down his arm. “What?” he said seeming slightly annoyed. Hamin, I wore this cute outfit for Laon and he won’t even even look at it. He won’t give me attention cause he’s too busy.” Hamin’s head slowly turned to you, his cheeks appearing to have a pink tinge to them. You were wearing very short jean shorts with a pair of black thigh highs and a crop top sweater that squeezed your top half a little too much. A black choker with a big metal ring decorated your neck and your hair was done up in a simple ponytail. You removed your hand from Hamin’s arm and ran it up and down your thighs and inched even closer to Hamin pressing your chest against his upper arm. “Hamin,” you repeated his name sweetly, “will you give me attention?”

“I- uhh..” you could tell Hamin was getting flustered which is exactly what you wanted. You let your hand travel from your thigh to his rubbing it up and down. You rubbed his inner thigh with one hand and ran your other up the back of his neck and into his hair. You sighed. “Hamin please.” You said in a whiny tone. You stood up off the couch and gave Hamin an aggressive push causing him to fall into the back of the couch, popcorn flying everywhere. You had just spread his legs more and were about to crawl onto his lap when you heard someone clear their throat. “Angel, what are we doing?” You looked up at Laon who was near the arm of the couch with his arms crossed. You froze in your spot which happened to be halfway bent over with your knee in between Hamin’s thighs. “You couldn’t even wait 5 more minutes you just had to be a brat and tease one of my members didn’t you?” You said nothing and looked at Hamin who was now beat red in the face and rock hard in his pants. “You wouldn’t-” you got cut off by Laon’s hand pulling your ponytail. “Stand up.You know I don’t tolerate when you’re a brat.”

Laon was literally the sweetest, most caring boyfriend you’d ever had but when he got jealous he got aggressive and dominant. You couldn’t lie and say it didn’t turn you on. Perhaps it was the reason you acted up. You did as he said and stood up from Hamin’s lap. “Now Angel, I’ll give you two choices yes or yes you can either receive your punishment in my studio behind closed doors or you can receive it in front of Hamin.” At those words Hamin’s face turned an even brighter shade of red and he fidgeted in his spot and the tent in his pants grew enough to cause his pants to tighten around his thighs and dick. You weren’t afraid of making Laon mad and it would be an added bonus to see Hamin’s reaction to you receiving a punishment from Laon so to Laon’s surprise you agreed to the later. “Are you sure about that? You want Hamin to see all the lewd and degrading things I do to you? You want him to hear all the sinful words come out of my mouth?” Laon tugged on your ponytail harder pulling you into him. His other hand traveled up your body and found one of your breasts and gripped it firmly. “You want Hamin to see how wet I can make you? You want him to see the way you beg for me to fuck you? You want him to see how fucked out-”

“Ok I changed my mind, in your studio please.” You interrupted him. Your sudden change of mind shocked Laon. You knew he was looking at you, you felt his eyes bore through your soul so he obviously didn’t see nor pay attention to the other boys coming home. They all stood in the living room frozen in their spots, the look of fear across every member’s face. You tensed up in Laon’s arms and he sensed it. “Oh, I see. Good choice, we don’t want to put on a show for everyone now do we? Then off you go.” Laon, still gripping your ponytail directed you out of the living room and back into his studio. You stood by the couch as he shut the door. “Well? Have a seat.” Laon said. You quickly sat down on his couch and Laon grabbed his chair and moved it in front of you. He sat down in it and looked at you for a long time before speaking again. “You put on quite the show out there didn’t you, scared Hamin half to death. What do you half to say for yourself hmm?” You crossed your arms and averted your eyes. Laon scoffed. “Do I have to fuck that bratty attitude out of you?” He asked. His voice was commanding and it was making your core throb with anticipation.

“I said, do I have to fuck that bratty attitude out of you?” The chair he was sitting in squeaked and his hand came around your throat. He was leaning over you with his hand held firmly around your throat but he never applied pressure. You looked directly at him and said nothing. “Answer me Angel.” Laon then applied pressure to the sides of your throat causing heat to pool into your core. His eyes were burning with lust and his smirk was further making you wet. Laon let go of your throat and grabbed your thighs. “You do look cute today. I love it when you dress like a cute slut for me.” Laon ran his hands up your thighs and finding your waist and eventually wrapping his fingers through the belt loops on your shorts. “Take these off and I won’t ask again.” Without hesitation you slowly unbuttoned your shorts and Laon’s eyes followed as your shorts slowly came off your body exposing your panties. “Hmm, how cute. That’s such a pretty pink.” Laon’s hands grabbed your legs and pulled them down so your body slid down the couch. He smirked as he held your legs open and got on his knees before inching his body in between them. “So, so pretty.” Laon’s hands ran up your thighs again and then, keeping one hand on one of your thighs his other hand rested on the hood of your pussy. Then his thumb easily found your clit and began rubbing it slowly in circular motions through the cloth.

“Is this the attention you wanted Angel?” Laon’s words were in a mocking tone but you didn’t care anymore. He was finally touching you after you were so patient for him. You tilted your head back to rest on the couch. You hummed causing Laon to chuckle. “If you had been a little more patient we could’ve skipped that whole living room situation and this would’ve happened sooner but no, you decided to be a bratty little slut.” Laon’s thumb applied pressure causing you to jerk your hips up. “Mmm fuck.” you mumbled. You closed your eyes as Laon pressed into your clit even harder. “Laon~” you whined. “Yes Angel? What’s the matter, are you needy for Daddy?” the way that last word rolled off Laon’s tongue caused a wave of pleasure to wash over you. You bucked your hips wanting friction. “Yes, needy for D-daddy.” you were quickly becoming a horny mess at Laon’s new name for himself. You unconsciously let your hand roam on top of Laon’s. “more please, plea-” Laon halted his actions causing you to let out a frustrated whine. “No touching yourself unless I tell you too. Don’t make me tie your wrists up.” Your face scrunched up before you made eye contact with Laon. “That’s not fair, I waited patiently..” “Patiently? No no Angel, you couldn’t wait patiently which is why I’m punishing you. You could’ve had all the touching you wanted, you could’ve had me inside you by now but you teased poor little Hamin and as punishment I get to tease you.” You let out a defeated sigh.

Laon smiled lovingly and brought his lips to yours. They were soft and warm against yours. His thumb went back to working your clit and you let a soft moan leave your lips. Laon smiled against the kiss before pulling back. “Now be a good girl and take those panties off.” You did what he said placing them on your jean shorts that were next to you. Laon leaned down and gasped causing you to jump. “Look at that! You’re already so wet. You get worked up so easily don’t you? I’m gonna have so much fun teasing you tonight!” Laon was getting excited, you could tell but he always did everything to compose himself and it drove you crazy. “Laon..Daddy,” he hummed as he stuck his face in your pussy, you held a moan back as he licked a fat stripe up your slit. “Maybe tonight you don’t have to punish me? I can just be good for you and you can just make me feel good quickly. Laon’s tongue flicked your clit very slowly. “Oh, you’re gonna be good for me tonight. Don’t worry Angel, I’ll make you feel really good but your punishment for tonight is slow teasing and I will make sure it is. very. slow.” as he enunciated each word his tongue flicked against your clit again causing you to push against his tongue. Laon gripped your thighs with his hands and looked up at you his brows furrowed. “Behave Angel.” His nails dug into the skin on your thigh and you let out a long, loud frustrated moan. “If you continue to moan loudly like that the boys might hear you. Do you really want Hamin to hear those sweet moans of yours? Cause I don’t, those are for my ears only.”

Tears of frustration formed in the corner of your eyes. You whined. “I’m doing everything I can you make you feel good but you have to be patient. Just relax, I promise Daddy will make you feel good.” You watched as Laon pulled back and stuck his fingers in his mouth. He sucked on them for awhile as he looked at you. He winked out of nowhere causing you to moan again, just a little less loud than last time. He pulled his fingers out with a pop and brought them to your entrance. “Relax. Close your eyes. Let Daddy do all the work.” He easily slid his fingers right into you causing a deep moan to form from your stomach. He definitely took his time as his fingers pumped painfully slow into you. You had just begun to relax when you heard a knock on the door. Laon stopped his motions, his two fingers all the way in you. “Who is it?” “It’s H-Hamin.” Laon smiled wide and continued lazily pumping into you. You did your best to hold back your moans. “Oh Hamin! How wonderful. I’m terribly busy at the moment, if you could just. wait. patiently. I’ll be with you in just a moment.” Laon was doing it again and you whined a little louder than you wanted too. It shocked even Laon. “Oh what’s the matter Angel? Am I not fingerfucking you fast enough?” Laon said loudly on purpose. It was quiet on the other side of the door. You covered your mouth with your hand and bucked your hips against his fingers.

“I-I’ll just come back later..it can w-wait.” Hamin said. Laon smiled, “Excellent!” he exclaimed. Whether Hamin was still standing on the other side of the door or not Laon didn’t care. “I want to hear those moans.” Laon sped up and he went back to licking your clit again. The feeling of him fingering you and licking your clit was causing a knot to quickly form in your stomach despite him taking forever to speed up. You grabbed the back of his head and ran your fingers up the back of his hair grabbing random strands. You pushed his head further into you until you were practically face fucking him. Laon didn’t seem to care as much anymore he just smiled and sped up in both areas.

You were breathing heavy and your grip on his hair tightened until you couldn’t take anymore. You pushed his head away from you but he fought against you. “Daddy I- I’m fuck!” you could barely speak, your orgasm was coming fast. Your thighs went to tighten around Laon’s head but he pulled away stopping all sensations. Your hips continued to jerk and you let out a loud cry definitely loud enough for the other boys to hear. “Fuck you Laon!” you whined. Laon just smiled as he stood up. “Aw, what’s wrong? Is Daddy being mean for not letting his Angel cum?” “Yes!” you whined. You reached your hands out to Laon wanting contact. He continued to smile. “Aww, well this is your punishment. You don’t get to cum yet because I have to tease you like you did to poor Hamin.” Laon began to unbutton his shirt. “But I didn’t even tease Hamin for very long, not as long as you’re teasing me.” You cried. Laon then straddled your lap and wrapped is hand once more around your throat. “If I didn’t come in when I did you would’ve had poor Hamin naked and hog-tied on the couch. And how embarrassing would that be for him and the other boys. Think of it as I saved all of us from humiliation. Besides, you weren’t actually going to do anything to him you just wanted to get me angry. And that’s what you got. You also got me giving you attention. You see how it all worked out in the end. Pretty soon you’ll get to cum but Daddy wants to have some more fun with you.”

Laon’s lips met yours again, his hand releasing your throat and gently cupping the side of your face. He then began grinding against you sending more whines to leave your lips right into his. “You like this Baby? Does it feel good? You like the way my cock grinds against your naked pussy? My sweet Angel.” Laon sped up and your hands found his chest and roamed blindly over him as your eyes were shut while he was kissing you. You’re nails raked down his chest causing him to hiss. “Fuck,” he said. He was finally allowing himself to get turned on. “Please moan for me Daddy.” you said in between kisses. Still kissing you, one of Laon’s hands ran down to your chest and found your nipple and pinched it through your shirt. Then he stopped kissing you and pulled back. “You’ll get to hear me moan soon Angel.” Laon lifted up your sweater slowly. The sweater raised up past your breasts allowing them to jiggle as they dropped against your skin. “Perfect.” Laon smiled as he cupped your breasts in his hands. “Just as I thought. No bra.” He began messaging your breasts in both hands, every once in a while rolling your hard nipples between his fingers. Then, while still playing with one of your nipples, his mouth came down on the other. You gasped as his teeth grazed your nipple. You let Laon lick and suck on your breasts for awhile, sometimes he would grind into you and sometimes you would both grind into each other.

“Please fuck me.” you let out an exasperated moan. Laon had his lips wrapped tightly around the skin on your neck and was taking his sweet time marking you up. You were getting more impatient and wanted him to stop teasing you. “Oh Angel, I’m still having my fun with you. Don’t worry your pretty little head, you’re not leaving my studio until you’re nice and fucked out but I’m still giving you your punishment. You’ll get your reward soon. Just continue to be a good girl. Just relax and enjoy how Daddy is making you feel alright?” “Okay” you said a little disappointed. Laon was an excellent multitasker, so while he was still marking up your neck he had one of his hands find your nipples again and began pinching them while his other hand reached down to find your entrance once more. However he was too high on your lap to reach you so he moved his lips down to your collar bone. You were completely naked at this point except for your thigh highs. His soft lips left nibbles down your chest and to your stomach as he sunk further down your body until his fingers could curl right into your g-spot. Then he let his fingers and mouth do all the work. Soft, needy moans left your lips. You fought with yourself because you didn’t know where to put your hands. You wanted to touch him but you didn’t know where you could grab him that wouldn’t distract him from making you feel good. You opted for placing your hand on his thigh. At first it just rested there but soon your were gripping it as Laon’s actions became more intense.

“Oh fuck.” you did the best you could to buck your hips with Laon sitting on you. Finally Laon got off your lap and sat on his knees again. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you even further down the couch. He held your thighs apart and he began you eat you out. His tongue darted in and out of your hole and roamed your folds, flicking your clit and sucking it causing you to let out a round of very loud moans. “Right there Laon, right there yes.” you managed to say. “Touch yourself for me Angel.” Laon sucked on your clit and watched to make sure you did was he said. You grabbed your breasts and began massaging them gently, kneeding them and playing with your nipples. Your tongue came out to part your lips before you curled your bottom lip in between your teeth. “Good girl.” Laon’s tongue worked even faster now finding all the nooks and crannies in your pussy. “Oh God I’m gonna cum.” You said your hips aggressively bucking into Laon’s face. “Not yet, hold it a little longer.” Laon said sucking on his fingers once more before inserting them into you. He worked fast, his fingers assaulting your walls, his tongue flicking and sucking your clit at the same speed. You let out a cry. “Please Laon, let me cum, I need to-” your words were cut off when your legs started shaking. You cried loudly, your hands squeezing your breasts. You let go of them and grabbed Laon’s hair and held his head. He was at top speed now and the knot in your stomach was seconds from coming undone. Your body was on fire and you were seeing stars. “Oh Daddy!” you shouted.

“Alright sweet Angel, cum for me, nice and loud.” At Laon’s words your thighs immediately clamped around Laon’s head as your orgasm shot through you. “Fuck!” you screamed cumming right in Laon’s face. Laon took this time to continue to eat you out, lapping up your juices. He rubbed his hand along the underside of your thighs to bring you back down. You eyes were shut tight and your hips continued to jerk into Laon’s face. Finally your orgasm subsided and you laid there breathless. Laon cleaned you up with his tongue and emerged from your pussy. He saw your chest heaving, your cheeks a beautiful shade of pink, your eyes red from the tears, the sweat forming on your forehead. Your hands reached out for Laon and he took them in his. You smiled as he stood up to press a kiss to your forehead. He helped you sit up on the couch and kissed you some more, sitting right next to you. Then he grabbed your body and laid you down on the couch grabbing a pillow off the floor and resting it between the arm of the couch and your head. When you were breathing normally again Laon took his shirt off.

“Are you ready for your reward now?” You nodded but you were still exhausted from your orgasm that Laon had to spread your legs for you. He rid himself of his pants and boxers and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he lined himself up. Laon could sense you were exhausted and he was a little upset that you didn’t have the energy to enjoy your reward. “Was I too much? Can you handle Daddy’s cock Angel?” Laon said teasing you again by him just sticking his tip in. “I- yes, please Laon, please I want your cock in me please.” You whined. You wanted him to hurry up and fuck you so you could fall asleep but you did your best to stay awake. He had taken most of your energy when he was eating you into another dimension. “Stay awake for me okay? Don’t relax too much.” Laon didn’t even start slow he immediately began thrusting into you at high speed and if you weren’t awake enough before you were now. “OH GOD FUCK ME DADDY!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. “Your cock feels so good inside me.” you moaned. Laon smirked and slowed his pace as he grinded his hips into you making sure each stroke was long and reached deep into your pussy. His hand were pressed on the couch on either sides of your torso and you reached up to grip his arms.

You raked your nails down Laon’s back causing him to hiss as his whole body shuddered. “Shit.” his whispered tilting his head down. The tips of his hair were dripping with sweat. Laon leaned into your neck marking it up once more while slow thrusting into you. Your legs tightened around his waist and you let more moans leave your mouth. Laon was breathing heavely when he sped up wanting to edge you so badly. The teasing continued followed by more screaming and whining. “Are you gonna fucking cum? Huh? My cute slutty Angel, cum around Daddy’s cock.” Laon’s lewd words sent your orgasm crashing into you and you came around him, your walls clenching tightly, your legs shaking around his waist. He groaned loudly, cursing under his breath. “I’m gonna cum in you baby, is that alright?” Laon said still thrusting into you. “Yes, yes please cum in me Laon.” you cried, still coming down from your own high, blindly running your hands over Laon’s body. Laon bit his lip but a loud cry left him as he came in you. Not even pulling out his body collapsed on yours both your breathing heavy. Your hands found their way to Laon’s hair and you stroked his head. “Thank you Laon.” you whispered into his ear. Laon slowly raised up and looked into your eyes. He brought his hand to your face and gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “You’re welcome. You did so good for me Angel. So perfect.” He said bringing a kiss to your forehead.

Laon pulled out of you and stood up slowly to grab his shirt off the floor to clean you up. “Now, no more teasing my members alright? You’ll get sweeter rewards this way.” You nodded sitting up and putting your clothes back on. Laon found a towel to wrap around his waist and walked towards the door. “I’m gonna hit the shower, are you staying the night?” Laon asked softly. You nodded. “Good, I’ll be back. Stay here and don’t tease the members unless you’re looking for another punishment. “Yes Daddy.” you smiled. “That’s my Angel.” Laon said before exiting his studio.

H-O-L-Y SHIT. And a HALF. That was a workout. I nutted more times than I’d like to admit uwu. My face is so hot tho holy shit. Everytime Laon goes live I just look at his couch and think “I want him to fuck me there please.” anyway, this was supposed to be the second ENOi smut but I’m still working on the Dojin one oops. I’ll work on it some more, along with my masterlist but I can’t guarantee those will be finished tonight. Also since my gifs don’t work on my end I would love for anyone reading this to let me know if the gif works. Please let me know whether it works or not so I can find a different gif to put up. So thank you for reading and in conclusion Laon makes this bussy throb like a stubbed big toe on a piece of furniture.

#enoi #laon #hes pretty #pretty sexy #enoi smut #laon smut #kpop smut #smut #uwu

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