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misslavenderlady · 2 years ago

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Hi! If it’s not too much trouble, could I possibly request a fic? One where the reader has too much energy, so the boys try to exhaust them so they’ll go to sleep, such as chasing them around the cave before they finally result to hypnosis. Just a thought, no pressure if you can’t ^^ Thank you

Bedtime🥱

David/Marko/Paul/Dwayne/GN!Reader

Summary: David and the boys have been struggling to get you to wind down and rest for when the daytime comes. After some playful shenanigans, he decides to use his power to help you relax and get the rest you need.

Thank you @anxiouslittleweirdkid for the request! I appreciate your patience and I hope you enjoy this!

WARNINGS: Hypnosis

The Lost Boys lived by the motto of “sleep all day, party all night”. Being that they were nocturnal vampires, they took that saying to heart. The four of them would rest all hours of daylight in order to go crazy when the moon came up. You were all about that lifestyle, and wholeheartedly embraced it when you joined their little family. It warmed their undead hearts to see you so eager to play along with them.

Still, just because you were a human didn’t mean you didn’t have the ability to wear them out. You were high-energy and could get quite hyper when you were enthusiastic about having some fun. That didn’t bother them, of course. Having a cute little lover that could keep up with them was a nice addition.

The problem was that you were still human, and humans needed sleep just as much as they did. In fact, you needed it more. It was just tricky getting you to settle down for bedtime when dawn started approaching.

“C’mon, baby. You gotta wind down at some point,” Dwayne called to you, clearly worn out by your antics.

“Aww no way! The night is still young!”

“Darling, the night is old,” David scolded you, snuffing out his last cigarette for the night. “It’s not even night anymore. It’s morning.”

You pouted, turning your head to look away from the cave entrance. If you didn’t watch the approaching daylight, you could still pretend it was nighttime.

“So?”

“Sooooo,” Paul chimed in, leaning on you as you sat perched on the fountain. “The party is over. We gotta getcha tucked in so we can play again tomorrow!”

Now you weren’t just feeling pouty about the idea of stopping your playtime with the boys. You were feeling downright defiant. With a pout and a newfound attitude, you jumped up from your spot. The boys watched you carefully, mentally preparing for whatever mischief you were going to get into.

“I’m not going to bed and you can't make me!"

You took off, sprinting in the opposite direction to the boys in order to disappear down one of the cave corridors.

"We got a runner!" Marko yelled, taking off with Paul and Dwayne in order to go after you. The three vampires howled and snickered. Even in moments of mischief, they always had fun with a good chase.

You were caught in a fit of giggles as you put quite a bit of distance between yourself and the others. Getting to know the layout of the cave was going in your favor, and soon you were able to find the perfect hiding spot behind a hidden boulder. You allowed your pounding heart to slow down as you took some deep breaths. The calmer you were, the easier it would be to hide.

It was quiet. Just a few sounds of water dripping from the cave ceiling. It brought you relief and satisfaction. You had successfully evaded the boys and put off sleep a little longer.

Or so you thought.

“There you are."

You shrieked out in surprise, head quickly turning to see David standing mere inches away behind you. Figured that the leader who had mastered the art of hunting in the shadows would be able to catch up to you with no effort at all.

When your shock wore off, you moved to start your run again. Unfortunately, David was much faster, swiftly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. They held you in place as if they were iron chains.

"Ah ah ah," he tutted. "No wiggling, sweetheart. I caught you, and that means you're going to bed."

Despite the playful mood all of you had been in, you had a sense of sincerity when David shifted you around so you could face him. Seeing his stunning blue eyes watching you carefully made you feel rather bashful.

"To be perfectly honest….it's not just that I don't want to go to sleep….I can't go to sleep. I've been tossing and turning and struggling to stay asleep for a decent amount of time. I don't know what's wrong."

David was intrigued. Your fight with sleep was stronger than he originally thought. In his eyes, you were his responsibility. He couldn’t have his adorable little human love go without rest when they needed it. He knew just what to do to fix this little problem.

“Darling,” he cooed, gently tilting your chin so your eyes would meet his again. “I have a trick up my sleeve to make you sleepy enough to go to bed. Do you trust me?”

While the vampire boy could certainly be intimidating and mischievous when it came to using his powers, there was never a moment when you didn’t trust him. With a soft look of love on your face, you nodded as an answer.

"Then keep your eyes on me."

David's voice warped into something darker and inhuman as his eyes shifted in color before you. Warm swirls of red and yellow greeted you, beckoning you to watch closely. The more you stared at them, the more you felt yourself come undone.

All of your muscles relaxed, your heartbeat slowed down, and your breathing became much more steady. David was already working his magic on you even with just a small bit of his powers. With his hands carefully cupping your face, he spoke to you again.

"Just relax now, my dear. You're oh so tired. Don't fight it. You know you're so very sleepy~"

Just moments ago you felt like bouncing off the walls. Now your eyelids were growing heavy and your brain was going fuzzy. It made David feel quite smug to see you already drifting away.

"Playtime is over, little one. You can feel your energy slipping away. You'll have the sweetest dreams when daylight comes. Just close your eyes and let your body rest. You can do that for me, can't you~?"

A soft yawn poured from your mouth as David's power completely took over. Even if you wanted to fight it, you couldn't. You were far too tired and ready to finally go to bed. You mindlessly rubbed your eyes and nuzzled up against David. All you wanted now was to let him take care of you.

He certainly didn't waste time with you now that you were under his spell.

David lifted you up into his arms, letting you drift off as he carried you back to where your nest was. The bed with the massive pile of pillows, blankets and stuffed animals was all ready for you. You felt David carefully set you down, letting you get as cozy as you wanted. A dopey smile was stuck on your face as he pulled a blanket over your body.

"There you are, little one," David smiled, brushing a gloved hand over your face. "Now you stay here until the sun goes down tomorrow night. Get all the rest you want. The boys and I will be here to greet you when you wake. Sound good?"

You had the sweetest little smile on your face as you snuggled up in bed. It had been ages since you'd been so relaxed and ready for a good, long rest. With a soft nod, you let your eyes shut and your mind slip off into Dreamland. The last thing you felt before falling asleep was David kissing your forehead and whispering into your ear.

"Sweet dreams, my love."

@american-idiot-jpg @britany1997 @bloodywickedvamp @6lostgirl6

#the lost boys #tlb #writing request #my fic

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sagemoderocklee · 4 months ago

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pleas my beloved, tell me more about cats guide and secret liaisons im blowing u so many kissies about it also hi it’s kel

genuinely was like "is that kel?" when i saw the start of this ask cause who else would be callin me 'my beloved' XD

ANYWAYS! i am sooooo excited for both these fics and it's a travesty that SL is still so far out... i NEED to work on Honor Bound T___T but god the editing on Alliance... and just the years and years its been since Alliance and how much my view of like EVERYTHING has changed...

okay so let's start with A Cat's Guide, which is a gift fic for @ghoste-catte (surprise!) that has been sitting for like 2 years now and was prompted by a video of a cat living in an apartment that i saw. this cat was like obsessed with the neighbor and always wanted to visit him, and i thought it would make a cute story from cat!Shukaku's pov as he tries to set up Gaara with his cute, nice neighbor who always gives Shukaku fresh salmon whenever Shukaku slips out of his own apartment to go visit Lee. it's 9 chapters cause you know cats have 9 lives (and i have years worth of gift fics for greyson to make up for) and the chapter titles are structured like a self-help sort of book and im genuinely so excited to work on this fic i just suck at getting anything started. but here's the opening:

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Step One: Selecting an Ideal Match

Shukaku had been around for at least as long as Gaara had been alive, but for a cat pushing twenty-one he was a surprisingly healthy beast, except for the arthritis that had set in some six or seven years ago. Not that this deterred him in the least.

Quite the contrary, Shukaku spent much of his time climbing things he shouldn't and jumping from places far too high.

Yet however much trouble he managed to get into, Shukaku was a cat of breeding, and he took himself quite seriously. He did not, for instance, protest at the groomers because he liked to be clean; he did not, as a matter of pride, shove his face into his food dish and gobble it up; and he only slept on the nicest, softest cat beds money could buy. He ate expensive food, slept on expensive things, and shat in premium cat litter.

All in all, Shukaku was spoiled, and he liked it that way.

He was also picky, persnickety, and prone to biting for no discernible reason—at least, not as far as his human could tell. If Shukaku had been able to explain himself, he'd have told Gaara he was quite the sensitive soul and sometimes his mood simply got the better of him.

Gaara's brother might not be so sympathetic, having been on the receiving end of one of Shukaku's many fits of fury, but Gaara was understanding despite the language barrier.

(And that's all I have besides chapter breakdowns and chapter titles)

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and now to Secret Liaisons, which is the third installment to the Allied Nations Saga and at one point was the FINAL part of it back when it was a trilogy, but I knew that there needed to be a fourth fic to that series because there were too many questions left unanswered at the end of SL.

So without spoiling anything for HB, SL continues to follow the ensemble cast with Gaara and Lee being like the main protagonists. This is yet another political drama and it starts off with a blow to Gaara and Lee.

SL is also where GaaLee actually comes into play, but I'm trying not to spoil too much so we'll leave it vague enough. However, I do have lots of snippets for this fic and can share the prologue because I'm just that generous. (Please keep in mind, I wrote this prologue like... 14 years ago and my writing has since evolved):

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“We await your decision, Kazekage-sama.” The council rose as one, filing out of the room, leaving Gaara to sit with his thoughts, his siblings sharing significant looks over his head.

“Gaara,” Temari began, reaching for her brother.

Gaara rose quickly, stepping out of her reach. “I have things to take care of.”

Temari and Kankurou watched Gaara leave, helpless to do anything else.

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“You wanted to see me, Kazekage-sama,” Lee said, bowing before Gaara’s desk.

Gaara turned from Lee, rising to his feet and moving to the window overlooking his village. This was his home, it was everything he had fought to protect in the war, it was the most important bond he had. He was the Kazekage of Suna, first and foremost, but that knowledge did little to sooth him.

“Do you miss Konoha?” he asked, not daring to glance at Lee.

“Of course,” Lee said, certain as always. “It is my home and my friends are there, my sensei. But I am happy here.”

Gaara didn’t reply, watching as a child ran past on the street, chasing a ball. It was his job to protect that child, to protect that child’s mother and father. The choice should not have been so difficult to make. He loved his village powerfully, he loved his people and his siblings just as much. They were a part of Suna.

Lee was not.

“I… have no more need of you,” Gaara whispered to the wind, not daring to turn around, almost hoping Lee hadn’t heard.

Silence stretched between them for a minute before Lee found his voice, cracked and uncertain. “I—beg your pardon, Kazekage-sama?”

Gaara closed his eyes, fisting the fabric of his Kage robe above his heart. “I am sending you back to Konoha.”

“Wha—but—why?! Have I done something to upset you? Whatever it is, I will make up for it! I will not do it again! I promise!”

Gaara shook his head. “You are a liability. You cannot stay here.”

“I do not understand,” Lee said, his words shaky and broken.

“It is not complicated: You will return to Konoha. I am releasing you from my service.”

“I—but I swore to stay by your side. I swore to always—you accepted me! Why would you do this?”

“Because I have no other choice.”

Lee was silent save for the heavy breathing that seemed to fill Gaara’s ears, making them ring. He had prepared for Lee to fight him on this, he had known Lee would want answers, but he had not been ready for the obstacle his own feelings created.

“Do you not trust me anymore?”

Gaara turned enough to glance at Lee over his shoulder. Lee’s expression was crumpled, his eyes wet and his lip trembling. In that moment, Gaara understood the power he had over Lee: the power to break him by words alone. He had never known that power and he never wanted to again.

“Kazekage-sama?” Lee asked desperately when the silence went on for too long.

Gaara’s vision swam for a second and he turned away. “With my life. That is the problem.”

“But why? What have I done? Why would you send me back?”

“Because the council does not trust you and my trust in you gives them reason to doubt me.”

Lee faltered, the words he’d been about to speak dying on a choked back sound, as though he were trying to keep from crying. Gaara could not stand to look at him anymore. “This is… temporary, right? Until they see, until you convince them—”

“No, Lee,” Gaara said, his knuckles white against the windowsill. “You will return to Konoha permanently. We are done.”

“N-no, I cannot accept that!” Lee cried suddenly. “Y-you cannot just send me back—I—you are everything to me. I have given my life to protect you—”

“Then honour your promise and leave,” Gaara said harshly, turning to stare at Lee. “If you wish to protect my life, then protect my title as Kazekage and leave Suna.”

Lee reeled, lowering his head. “I did not mean to speak so forcefully, Kazekage—”

“I am not your Kazekage. You are no longer bound to me.”

Lee closed his eyes tight, his hands in fists at his side that shook with the effort Lee exerted to hold his tongue. He took in a shaky breath, his eyes on Gaara’s feet. “I will a-always be bound to you, Kazekage-sama. Even if I leave…”

“You are a fool to think that,” Gaara said. “When you return to Konoha, in time you will forget your loyalties to me.”

“Forgive me, but you are wrong,” Lee said passionately, looking up at Gaara, his eyes hard and wet. “I will never forget this bond.”

Gaara stared, wide-eyed at Lee. “Why are you so determined to stay with me?”

Lee looked away, hiding his gaze. “Because you are important to me. Why should I waver in my affections for you? Why should I deny my loyalties when they mean so much?”

Gaara had no answer, but Lee’s words would not change their situation, no matter how much they both wanted them to.

“You will go back to Konoha. This matter is no longer up for debate.”

Lee closed his eyes, his face still turned away. “…as you wish, Kazekage-sama.”

“Don’t—”

Lee bowed and turned, leaving before Gaara could say more, the door clicking gently closed behind Lee. Gaara let out a shaky breath, sitting back down at his desk and pulling his official statement to the council towards him.

Rock Lee will return to Konoha…

The words blurred for a moment and Gaara blinked several times before his vision cleared, the report now stained with several drops that smudged the ink. Gaara set his brush down, staring at the report, only distantly aware of the wetness on his face and the ache in his chest.

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I would definitely want to edit this before actually posting. I don't really like how choppy it is from that very first extremely brief scene which is just the like obvious tail end of a council meeting, and i think the actual pros are just… not great. i can def do better. but this is like the main obstacle of the fic and well I'm sure you can guess who these liaisons are between based on that lol

anyways <3 thanks beloved for the ask! hope you enjoyed these and they satisfied your curiosity

#ask game answers #gaalee #my fanfiction

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passionxwrites · 2 years ago

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Best Thing (1)

Sooooo I finally built up the courage to begin my Erik Stevens fanfiction. I know no one will probably see it right now especially with me not being that active on here (I’m definitely about to start doing that) but it’s okay because there is a start to everything. This story takes place after Erik has been redeemed and is running the Outreach Center in Oakland. I hope whoever reads this likes it!!

Noli jumped out of her sleep startled by the loud banging coming from her apartment door. "Got dammit, who the hell making all this noise?" She snatched her phone from her bedside table to check the time which read 8:30 am in big pink numbers. Begrudgingly she slid out of the bed and slipped on her house shoes and stomped to the front door.

Swinging it open she was met with the one man who had become the biggest nuisance ever since he moved in 2 years ago. "Erik what on God's green earth would have you beating on my door this early on a Saturday like you the police!" She was way past furious being that she had just finished a shift at the club three hours ago. "Delivery man left your package at my door again," and with that he dropped it at her feet and trudged off as if she was the one who woke him up early. "Don’t beat on my damn door like again," she yelled as she picked up the package and slammed the door. "Bastard!"

Flopping onto her blue suede sectional she stared at the package that was now on her coffee table in front of her. Wonder what he sent me this time. The packages had become a routine with her brother as he was always sending her some memento from whatever country he had found himself in. The last one contained an alabaster pyramid that he found walking around a bazaar in Egypt. "Tuh."

Noli's relationship with Poe had been strained ever since the death of their grandmother five years ago. Being that she was there only relative still alive besides each other it took a toll on them both. However they both grieved differently and while Noli wanted to be able to seek solace in her older brother he hopped on the first plane out of Mississippi into another country. He left her a note stating their grandmother's death was the wake up call he needed to go see the world for what it truly was, whatever that shit meant. Now while Noli also decided to move out of Mississippi she decided to stay in the states and somehow wound up all the way in California.

She had always wanted to be a celebrity hairstylist and figured going to Cali would be the best start. She ended up finding a beautiful condo in Oakland at a great high rise thanks to the money left over from her grandmother and immediately got to work. So far she hadn't done any celebrities but she was building her brand. She began working at a popular strip club called Diamond Dazzlers where she was a bottle girl/hairstylist to the dancers. The girls were always promoting her work and she was beginning to build a clientele and soon she would be able to purchase her salon and stop working in the club for good.

That always brought a smile to her face, it wasn’t that she hated working at the club because the pay was great, the managers and the owners were cool and respectful, there would be some catty arguments between the girls but nothing that was ever too serious. The lows came from the long hours and the perverted ass men that frequented the place. There was nothing worse than serving a group of men just for one of them to grope you can just because they think they can. Noli glanced at the package one last time and rolled her eyes before shuffling back into her to get some more beauty sleep. Today was her self-care day and first on that list was most definitely rest.

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I hope you all liked it and if you see it please give feedback. Part 2 coming soon

Noli (No-Lee)

#erik killmonger #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger imagine #erik stevens

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cocogrrrl · 1 year ago

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rendezvous

Chapter 1: Tale of Two—The Black Stones

an introduction to one of our two leads, yn.

wc: 716 no cws kindly read the things to note about this series first here in the masterlist if you haven't yet!

an: the first two chapters are pretty rough but it gets better i think

To Opial, for being my best beta reader and sudden motivation. To Cadence and Muffy, for putting up with my shenanigans. This is by no means a sort of masterpiece at all, but you three know how much this means to me. <3

You lived, breathed, and wanted him. He’s everything you were sure you hated, and yet, here he is, lying in your bed. Fuck, were you rethinking your life choices.

Whoops! We started a tad bit too deep in the story. Let’s start off with introductions first, alright? It’s the more formal thing to do anyway.

“So, I was totally, like, ‘Fuck off. I’m going to castrate you if you come two steps closer to me.’ Cool, right?” You said to your best friends—Bebe Stevens and Red McArthur, absolutely wasted. You were recounting the events of the other day, a regular Tuesday.

Okay, not quite the most formal introduction, but yes. This is you, YN LN.

“So let me get this straight,” Red stopped you. “You were mugging this guy, and then he seemed like he was about to jump you, so you pulled a knife out and threatened to castrate this guy…?”

“Mhm!” You nodded.

“That seems like bullshit, YN.” Bebe rolled her eyes. “You’d pull out a gun, not a knife.”

“Okay, okay,” you sighed. “Maybe I am bedazzling my story a little, but I totally got that guy. Promise.”

“Totally.” Red clicked her tongue as she replied sarcastically.

Okay, who exactly were you three? You and your small gang are the Black Stones—probably the most notorious crew in the town of South Park.

How long have you been doing crime? A few years. What crimes were you known for? A lot, but you guys were most known for your shark loaning business with incredibly high interest and incredibly harsh punishments if the money wasn’t returned. Besides that, you and your friends also committed robberies, vandalism, and possession of copious amounts of illegal substances. Nothing too out of the blue, but definitely serious enough to get the attention of the police here.

How did you get away? You three are just skilled enough to get away with everything, of course.

Also, because the police force here is honestly fucking shit. They work inconsequentially—not caring if justice is served or not. Innocent until proven guilty? More like innocent regardless of the situation.

Whatever, at least you were pretty much always off the hook—even within their line of sight, right? You had free reign to do whatever you pleased, and nothing and no one was going to stop you.

Currently, a few months later after the first memory shown earlier, you’re in your usual hangout spot with the girls—The Zones, a local bar that was tasteful enough for your styles yet dingy enough for your comfort. Look, despite the fact you three made big bucks off of peoples’ debts, it did not change the fact that you guys would rather take the cheaper drinks. They weren’t as good as the more pricey stuff, but at the end of the day, you’re just finding a way to loosen up.

“Oh, my gosh, Bebe.” You leaned into her, reaching to whisper in her ear. “I’m sooooo bored. We should get out of here.”

“That’s like the eighth time you’ve said that tonight, YN,” Red spoke up. Perhaps you weren’t too quiet at all. “We still got that person we need tending to in a bit. We’re just killing some time.”

“Can’t we kill time somewhere else?” You groaned, smacking your head against the counter.

“Honestly, YN’s right.” Bebe nodded, holding your body up since you seemed so restless that you didn’t even want to move from your hunched-over position. “I don’t wanna get bored of this place.”

Red sighed, looking over the two of you. “I guess you two do make a point.” She said, collecting her things as she got up for her seat. “Let’s go?”

You and Bebe followed suit, grabbing your bags and other items as you tidied yourselves up.

You were about to leave, your body was ready to do so, and your mind was set on the task. You would’ve made your way out already if it weren’t for one thing: a loud ‘bang!’ by the entrance that caught your attention.

next chapter.

#cocogrrrl's writing #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x you #kyle x reader #cocogrrrl's rendezvous series

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kcjhutchins · 1 year ago

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Family Storytime: Defending the Pedestal

While growing up, our town would celebrate the 4th of July in grand style. A pancake breakfast, parade, fireworks, and an exciting midway. There were a few inflatable attractions to partake. A basketball dunking contest where we connected to military recruits by bungee cord. After beating one of them, I was offered to a spot to join them which I politely declined. Next was another bungee one. Two people start attached to them with vests and they run as fast/strong as possible to place a beanie at the end of a Velcro track. Now these two were fun, but nothing beat the last one. An inflatable small arena was set up with two pedestal/platforms. Each person received a helmet and a cushioned staff to knock their opponents off.

Now, back then I was quite physically fit and still keeping up with my karate. These two factors made a marathon of others trying to defeat me. To the point where people paid me to rumble with them. Of course, I couldn’t employ the same strategies over and over again… That would be predictable and easy to counter. This led to an epic few matches since I didn’t want them to predict anything. One of my first moments, was a bout where the match wasn’t going anywhere. There needed to be a change to upset the rhythm of the fight. So, I jumped on the other person’s pedestal and pushed them off. They were sooooo annoyed and surprised by the move while trying to get the ref to side with them. However, the rule was just to stay on a pedestal and knock your opponent off. The next one was hilarious. I’d gone a few rounds with the same opponent who was annoyed at how I kept winning. They finally managed to get the staff out of my hand. I smirked at him as he tried to bat me off with a hard swing. The problem was when someone goes for a heavy attack, it was quite easy to counter it. Watching the path, I grabbed the staff on impact and pulled my opponent off the pedestal. They were shocked but gave me a high five for the tactic. At one point, I was getting really tired from the constant matches one after another. So, as they were preparing to steady themselves at the beginning of the bout, I threw the staff and knocked them off because they tried to catch it instead of blocking it. I’m very unsure what their mindset was at that moment. Made me laugh a bit too as I helped them up. However, all of these paled in comparison to my favorite moment in the ring. Her I was facing off with one of my friends. We’d done this a couple times now, and he improved after each one. So much so, he blocked every strike I gave him as I did the same. Finally, I saw an opening as our two strikes met. I slid my hand down his weapon and grabbed one of the handles. In an effort to stay on, he let go of his staff and just looked at me. I gave them a twirl as I readied myself to strike again. However, he looked at me, their hands, back at me, then jumped off the pedestal themselves. I laughed so hard I needed to sit down… Such fun times back in the day. For the record, I was undefeated.

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forays-into-fiction · 2 years ago

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Blood That Drives Us

Part 4.

Masterlist ~ Previous ~ Next

Hello darkness my old friend

A few days pass before you see him again, you still have his stuff tucked away in your wardrobe, you’d wanted to get one of his amps too but didn’t have the opportunity the other day and now… now there was no chance to get it, at least not easily. Steve barely spoke to you outside of what was necessary for work, giving you the cold shoulder. You didn’t think you’d done anything that bad, certainly nothing that would warrant this reaction. You can’t believe he’d had the gall to call you irrational… ugh, boys.

You come home from your shift at family video, dropping your things in your room when you see him. Ever at his trusty perch by your window sill. You stick your head out, “You know you can just come in, right? Or do you need to be invited in?” You tease giggling.

“Haha.” He deadpans, snubbing out a cigarette on the roof tile, “nah, I just didn’t want to smoke out your room. Plus, it’s rude to enter a girl’s room without permission, especially when she’s not around.”

“Oh, ye of high morals, such a gentleman you are. You just like peeping at girls when they sleep.” You mock him.

“Come on its not like that and you know it.”

“So, you don’t have a crush on me?” You tease.

“No, I don’t.” He says firmly, “Don’t know why Henderson said that I did.”

You had expected him to deny it, but you hadn’t expected him to be so blunt about it, or that it would hurt as much as it did… why did it hurt, it’s not like you had ‘feelings’ for him or anything… right? No, that’d be ridiculous.

You clear your throat uncomfortably, “Right, anyway…” You trail off into silence.

“OHHHH!” Your sudden outburst startles him and his wings jolt up as he hunches in on himself slightly. You retreat back into your room, he follows as you head towards the wardrobe, “I just remembered… I have a surprise for you.” You say in sing-song voice. You open the doors before turning back to him, “Close your eyes.”

He sighs, “Do I have to?”

“Yes!” You insist. “…please.” You add with a pout.

“Ugh, fine.” He raises hands, waving them exaggeratedly before placing them over his eyes. “There, now what?”

“Just a minute.” You reply arranging the items on your bed. He can hear you shuffling about, he’s tempted to peek, but doesn’t.

You move beside him, placing your hands on his shoulders, he jumps a little, “Just me.” You say reassuringly, moving him into position to face the right direction. “Ok, you can look now.”

He drops his hands, you bite your lip nervously awaiting his reaction.

He looks puzzled for a second before his eyes widen in recognition, “Is that… is that all mine? Is that all my stuff?” He moves closer to inspect the pile on the bed.

“Yep.” You nod smiling brightly, “And I saved the best for last.” You lift the guitar carefully from where you had it propped up, just out of sight. You hold it out for him to take.

His jaw drops, “Oh my god… how… where… how did you get all of this? When did you get all of this? How’d you get it back here? Why?”

“Well, funny story actually… Steve isn’t speaking to me because of it too-”

He cuts you off, “What? Why, what happened?”

“Well, I got him to drive me to your place to get all of this,” You gesture to the bed before continuing, “but I kind of… sort of… didn’t tell him why we were going there. And then we got there and he wouldn’t stop asking questions, even though he said he wouldn’t!” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Anyway, I told him about you, that you were coming over to my place and he got sooooo mad, implied you were dangerous, said it was a dumb thing to do, called you a monster.” You roll your eyes.

“…so, then I started yelling back at him and he refused to give me a lift back unless I left all of this behind. Which uh, no. So, I walked all the way home, with him trailing along behind me in his car, and when I do get home, he goes off on me again calling me irrational, telling me he’s gonna give me a few days to cool off before he comes back. Ugh, I hate him.” You throw your arms up in frustration with a heavy sigh.

His eyes are just about burst out of his skull, exclaiming, “Wait, you carried ALL OF THIS here… by yourself… on foot. You shouldn’t have done that. Should’ve just left this shit and gone with Steve.”

“What? Why? Aren’t you… aren’t you happy to have your stuff?” Self-doubt creeps into your tone.

“Well… yeah, I am, but it’s not worth it y/n. Not worth you fighting with your friends over me.” He hangs his head.

“I think it was. Steve will come around eventually, and I mean I don’t hate him, not really. I know he’s just trying to look out for me, but I don’t need that right now. Besides you’re my friend too and I want you to be happy.”

“We’re friends?” He asks in disbelief.

You surprised yourself too actually, you didn’t notice when you had started thinking of him as a friend and not just that thing, but you guess it had been a while now. “Yeah, of course we’re friends. What did you think this was?”

“I don’t know.” His hand rubs along the back of his head, “I guess we started out as more of a stalker/stalkee kinda situation.” He jokes cynically.

“What, you think I’ve got some kind of Stockholm Syndrome going on?” you joke back.

“You might, you know?”

“Oh haha, shut up.” You remark sarcastically.

“I don’t know, you might wanna get yourself checked out for that.” He chuckles.

“Fuck off…” You give him a shove, “…why don’t you try some of the clothes? I thought it’d make you feel more normal if you didn’t have to wear the same outfit day after day. Maybe help with that psychic stuff you were going to practice too.” You suggest.

“Yeah, I’m sure you just don’t want me stinking up your room anymore.” He replies sarcastically.

“Oh, shut up it’s not like you smell bad or anything.”

“What do you mean, I don’t ‘smell bad’?” He looks utterly perplexed, before sniffing at himself, face scrunching up in disgust. “I fucking reek, I literally died in these clothes. Are you out of your mind?”

You lean in giving an experimental sniff, “No you just smell… smoky and musky? Yeah, musky.”

He backs away holding you at arm’s length, “You are out of your mind.” He shakes his head.

“I am not!” You insist, “Just try on the clothes.”

He tries lifting his shirt over his head, to no avail. It snags on his wings, his arms tangled, cloth obscuring his face. Your gaze drops to his exposed chest, something you’d avoided looking at since you first saw him in this form. What once was gaping, open wounds giving way to pulsating masses of organs had now become scarred over with that same thick, ropey looking flesh. Your eyes drop lower spying a little happy trail peeking over the top of his jeans, you avert you gaze quickly, heat rising in your cheeks.

He manages to pull the shirt back down over his torso, “Uh, don’t think that’s going to work.”

His eyes light up as an idea comes to mind, before he’s griping the collar of his shirt and tearing it in two. Your breath catches in your throat.

“Toss me one of the shirts.” He holds out a hand expectantly.

Your brain stalls for a moment, before you jolt into action rummaging through the pile of clothing. You grab hold of a shirt, emblazoned with the name of a band you don’t really know throwing it over to him, he catches it clumsily. He goes to put it on, but hesitates.

“I think we have a problem here too.” He says holding the shirt up to you.

“Maybe if the collar was a little wider…” you muse.

He hooks a pointed nail through the fabric in his hands, tearing that too then holding it up to appraise his handiwork. “You think that’ll do?” he looks to you for your opinion.

“Yeah… maybe. Try it on.” You suggest, struggling to control your racing heartbeat.

He pulls it over his head, it goes down in the front but the back still catches on his wings.

“Do you think you could…” He gestures towards his back.

“Yeah, sure. Of course.”

He turns and you assess the situation, his wings are spread just a little too wide to fit. You tug on the fabric gently, “You think you could, like pull your wings together bit?”

“What, how?” he asks, puzzled.

“Like move them. You can control them, right?”

“Oh, oh yeah duh. Sometimes I just don’t think of them as a part of me, you know. They’re just kinda there.” He replies his wings tensing and pulling closer together.

You continue tugging on the shirt, easing the fabric around his wings, fingers brushing against the muscle and membrane. All of a sudden, the fabric gives and his wings pop up through the top of the torn collar. You stumble into him slightly and he turns to face you stopping you from falling with a hand at your waist. The two of you stare at each other for a beat before he mumbles out, “Uhh, thanks for your help.” He moves back to the pile on the bed, “So what else did ya get?”

“Uh, it’s not much. Nothing special really, apart from the guitar… wanted to get one of the amps too but I couldn’t, sorry…” You mumble back.

After helping him pack away some of his reacquired belongings, offering to let him keep whatever he wants to at your place for when he needs it, you both curl up each with a book of your own. A comfortable silence had settled over the pair of you, you sitting up on your bed, reclining into the pillows while he sits beside you on the floor propped up against the bed. He’s been practicing with his psychic abilities again today, trying to hold his form while doing other tasks. He’s been maintaining it quite well only occasionally flipping back to his ‘vampire look’ as he gets more drawn into the book, you assume. You can feel your eyes becoming droopy and a yawn threatens to escape your lips when you look over at him from behind your book.

“Did you wanna stay the night?” You offer.

“Yeah sure, might as well.” He replies without looking away from his book.

You stretch out your arms above your head with a small groan, extending your legs as well before announcing, “Right, well I’m gonna go to bed now. I’ll leave a light on if you wanna keep reading.”

“Thanks… might sit over there,” He points over to the wall by your dresser, “Don’t want the light to bother you, is it alright if I move the lamp?” He looks up awaiting an answer.

“Yeah, go ahead. I’m just gonna change in the bathroom.”

You stand, placing your book on your bedside table and collecting a set of pyjamas before slipping into the bathroom.

When you emerge, you see Eddie’s already settled in, leaning against the wall lamp plugged in and siting on the floor beside him. He’s also shifted back to his winged form you realise as you flip off the lights. Crawling into bed, you hear him mumble, “Goodnight, thanks… thanks again for picking up my stuff.”

“My pleasure. Goodnight, Eds.” Your eyes drift closed before you even process that you’ve just called him by a nickname you’ve never used before, more personal than any you’ve ever called him by. It doesn’t escape his notice and he stalls for a moment in his reading, looking over at you curiously before resuming.

It’s late, he’s long since lost interest in the book lying beside him, he sits there opposite your bed, knees drawn up to his body and legs spread wide. He watches as you sleep, taking in the rise and fall of your chest, mesmerised. You roll over, covers shifting. He can’t tear his eyes away from the now exposed flesh, it’s not anything overtly erotic, an arm hanging out of the covers, the column of your neck, a bare shoulder. He stares at the greenish lines of your veins webbing out along your skin. Shaking his head, he snaps out of it when he notices the drool pooling in his mouth. He hangs his head between his knees, pressing his palms into his eyes with a sigh, “What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?” He hisses at himself.

He stands up from the floor and stalks over to the window, pulling it open. He glances back at you over his shoulder before climbing out and retreating into the dark of the night.

It’s been a few days since you saw him last, and you weren’t expecting to today. When you get home though, you notice the window open in your bedroom, spot a bit of his wing. You clamber out to join him on the roof. He’s staring off into space, looking a little queasy at least that’s what you think it is, it’s a little hard to tell with his disfigured face. You sink down beside him.

“What ya thinking about?” You nudge him with your shoulder.

“I ate a rat yesterday.” he blurts out catching you unawares.

“Excuse me? You what now?”

“Yeah, uh I don’t know I was just so hungry and I couldn’t leave the cave. And normal food doesn’t really help anyway. And it was there and I just…” he mimes grabbing with his hands. “The scary thing is though, I liked it. It was actually the best thing I’ve eaten since getting back.”

“So, what I gotta start, buying you snake food now?” You tease.

“I um, I don’t think I actually need to eat them though. I think… I think it was the blood. ‘Cause today I just bit one a little, then I snapped to my senses and I was like ‘wait a minute what are you doing?’ Right? But I was still holding it in my mouth and it was twitching and bleeding everywhere and I just started sucking on it and then I couldn’t get enough, drank that little sucker dry.”

“What did I tell you… vampire.” you say in a singsong voice. “Also, that is fucking disgusting, why rats?”

“What else am I gonna do? Start going around biting cats, dogs, cows, sheep… people?” He hangs his head in shame.

“Well, I for one, as a blood donor, would be happy to provide.” You chuckle. “As long as you brush your teeth, don’t want no rat germs, thank you.”

His head snaps up, “Don’t. Don’t even joke about that. Every night I spend here I worry that I’ll come to with my teeth buried in your neck sucking you dry instead of some poor, innocent rat.”

“Hey, it’s ok I know you wouldn’t hurt me. It’s ok.” You place a hand against his shoulder trying to comfort him but he shrugs it off.

“Nothing about this is ok. I’m a freak. A monster. There’s really no denying it now.” He snaps, tears welling up in his eyes. You don’t know what to say, you don’t know how to help him.

“Is that… is that why you stopped coming around as much?” You ask tentatively, “‘Cause I thought you were mad at me. Thought I did something wrong.”

He looks at you teary eyed, rushing to reassure you, “No. No, you could never. I just… didn’t want to hurt you. Couldn’t live with myself if I did.”

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palpipeen · 3 years ago

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Caf Delivery Service Pt 5 - CC-1010 Fox/Reader

Your job should be easy, in theory. Take caf orders once a week for the Coruscant Guard, make the orders, and deliver them. Simple as can be. So long as you don’t count the Commander, that is.

Rating: NC-17 Warnings: It literally jumps right into the sex a few chapters in, Oral Sex (F and M Receiving), Cum Eating, Face Fucking, Dirty Talk, Fucking in a closet, Fox is SO STRONG, Miscommunications, Angst, Fox being an emotionally distant bastard, Fox seriously needs a nap Reader is AFAB and uses She/Her Pronouns, Additional OC is NB and uses They/Them Pronouns Word Count: 5774 AN: -chin in hands, sprawled out on my stomach, kicking my feet- Sooooo. How we doin~? Hope y'all are well~ Hold on to whatever positive you're feeling because you might not be by the end of this chapter. : ) Or the next. Or the one after that. Or the ending. Yeah the end is already in sight y'all, I don't have a solid plan but I have the last chapters written out~ This is taking place in as close to canon as I can get. Sooooo...byeeee~! Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

NSFW Under the cut, MINORS DNI

…yep. Just one way to go. Which is off the elevator.

So… why , exactly, are you still on the elevator?

You almost don’t make it through the doors when they open, tripping over your own feet before you stumble out. Glancing up and down the hall the elevators open up to, you hear a door shut somewhere far on your right. Is that him ? You can’t bring yourself to stop and wonder, knowing you’re both on even less borrowed time, so it’s all you can do not to sprint.

When you step in front of the hallway Fox had given you, he’s not anywhere in sight. For a second you wonder if you’d been mistaken, and find yourself moving regardless. A few paces in and you really are doubting that you followed his directions, and then he’s there . Heading straight towards you.

Maker. This man really does take up space without meaning to, doesn’t he? You’re left reeling from it, but that’s not affecting you nearly as much as the purpose in every one of his movements. Every step is planned, and even with the distance between you there’s no mistaking his eyes are locked on you. Even below the helmet you can feel his gaze on you, and it nearly makes your steps falter.

By the time you slow down to a stop, he doesn’t. He moves around you and you turn to stare at him, bewildered, only to be jerked forward when his hand fists in the front of your tunic and he drags you bodily after him. Spluttering indignantly, you try to catch up with him and pull his hand off of you, only to be turned and backed into a room Fox seems to choose at random.

“Fox, what --”

“I don’t have much time.” He’s already moving towards you as he says this, his hands bracketing your hips as he guides you still. You spare a quick glance around the very small room and see shelves with boxes, but when he takes his helmet off you don’t find it in yourself to care about reading them. He’s already a little out of breath as he stares at you, and you wish you could just bask in the way he’s looking at you because it’s enough to erase all the anxieties of the past week away completely. But you notice just how dark and how deep the circles under his eyes are, and you want to ask him why he’s gotten even less sleep. Then his fingers squeeze at your hip, guiding you so you’re pressed into the shelves behind you. “When will they expect you back by?”

“I - uh - about twenty-ish minutes? I think?”

“You think? Or you know?” He places his helmet on a shelf above you, all while maintaining unyielding eye contact. You squirm under it and he chuckles, one corner of his mouth twitching up. Bastard . As if he can read your thoughts, the barely-there smile turns into a grin. “I need specifics so I know how long I have to mess you up.”

“Uh-huuuhhhh.” You laugh, and the sound is far too high and far too loud for your liking, but he doesn’t flinch. Are these walls sound-proof? Or maybe he just doesn’t care. You think it’s more a case of the latter as he nonchalantly pops his belt and codpiece off. They both clatter to the floor and you stare at them for a minute, your brain completely flatlining. After an impressive show of frantic calculation, you lift your eyes back to his. “Yeah exactly twenty-three minutes until I need to be on my speeder and headed back.”

“Good girl.” Oh. Oh? Oh why’d he have to go and say that ? You swallow, eyes widening as he slides his hands behind you and grabs your ass. Then he yanks you forward so your bodies are full flush against each other, his lips moving against your ear as he rumbles, “I meant what I said about tasting you last time. Now I know how much time I have to enjoy destroying you.”

“I - o- oh my god!” Without warning he squats down, and when did he unbutton your trousers? Because as he goes down, so do your pants and underwear, and you let him maneuver you so he can pull both off of you completely. You’re not sure what you’re expecting next, but certainly not him hoisting your legs up so your knees are over his shoulders, and standing. All in one fluid motion. You can feel his breath against your lower stomach as you scramble to keep your hands braced on one of the shelves behind you, and then a few adjustments and -- “Oh, holy shit.”

When he said ‘tasting,’ he was not lying. Not in the slightest. Fox’s entire mouth covers your pussy, groaning into you and sending waves of sensation ricocheting through you. Your head falls back against the top of a shelf, your eyes fluttering closed as he licks a broad path from your entrance to your clit. He lingers on the bundle of nerves, rolling his tongue against you and making your hips twitch uselessly as pleasure wrings a long, pathetic noise out of you.

Fuck. Fuck , he’s barely even touched you and he’s already so good at this. He’s done this before. Either that or pussy eating is a skill that comes naturally to him, because a few seconds in and you are already thoroughly soaked . You can feel it as much as you can hear it, every movement of his lips, tongue and jaw making you hyper aware of just how fucking good this feels.

You’re ruined. Completely ruined. And honestly? It’s fucking great.

“Fuck, Fox .” You’re not sure how he’s this strong, holding you like you weigh next to nothing and being focused enough to start slowly taking you apart with his mouth. But you still err on the side of caution as you reach down with one hand, ghosting your fingers across his hair. He hums, low and pleased, as he dips his tongue into you. You whine for him as he keeps dipping his tongue in, deeper and deeper, the sound of him fucking your pussy with his mouth drowning you out. Then slowly, slowly he drags his tongue back up, his spit and your arousal smearing a trail up to your clit. Where his hands keep a sure grip on your hips and lower back, you feel him squeeze gently, and look down.

And oh Maker, that’s a mistake.

He looks at you like he’s a man driven half-mad by hunger and thirst. Eyes full of want so open and so focused wholly on you, it takes your breath away. What little of it there was, at any rate. For a moment you both just stare at each other.

“Knew you’d taste good,” he growls, before dipping his chin again to press his face against your cunt. You both moan when his lips seal around your clit, and you writhe above him as he draws on you long and hard before coming off of you with a ‘pop.’ “Wish I had more time for this.”

“Y-yeah?” You grunt as he gives your clit a dozen or so light kitten licks, legs twitching with each one. “Fuck - feels so good, Fox.” Something drops to the floor, and you crane your neck around to see his glove next to his feet. You suck in a breath, steeling yourself as he shifts you both slightly, making sure you’re stable on his shoulders. When you feel the tips of his fingers slide through your folds you whine again, abandoning holding onto his hair to hold onto the shelves for dear life. He lifts an eyebrow at you as his fingers tease at your entrance and you clear your throat. “This is the part where you destroy me, isn’t it?”

“You catch on quick,” he says, and your back arches as his fingers push up into you. He doesn’t move his arm after that, instead just moving his fingers inside you. And it’s still rushed, but he sets the rhythm that will make you shatter to pieces for him right off the bat. It’s difficult not to squirm and make him lose his grip on you, especially when you figure out what he’s going to do next. “Now come for me.”

His pacing is brutal, efficient, and mind numbing. You are drowning in rapture as he drags you into it, the pressure of his lips and tongue and the firm suction on your clit making your head spin. You aren’t sure when you started sweating but your skin feels slick with it from head to toe now, and everything is so warm and rushed and you feel so fucking desperate .

“Please please please .” You hiss these words at the ceiling as your hips start to move of their own accord, grinding your cunt into his face. He hums his approval into your skin, burrowing deeper, jaw working as he laps at you shamelessly. All the while his fingers work at all the sweet spots deep in your cunt, effortlessly pushing you higher and higher, deeper into the throes of ecstasy the likes of which you’ve never known. “Please I’m gonna come, fuck I’m gonna -- Commander, please, oh fuck oh fuck --”

Everything draws in tight, squeezing and clenching and tightening until your body begins to quake. You couldn’t keep still even if you tried, and you’re glad for Fox’s endurance and sense of balance. You suck in a breath to try and plead with him again as you feel the pressure snap. Warmth fills you, suffocating you as you almost double over him, your body’s instinctual need to curl in and closer to him almost too powerful to ignore. Almost. The pressure releases and bursts all throughout your body, and you finally let out the breath you’d been holding. Whatever sound you make, you can’t hear it, but with how roughly it scrapes out of your throat and the way Fox’s hold on you goes a little frantic and tighter, you’ve just wordlessly voiced how good he’s made you feel.

It seems to last forever. Mostly because Fox’s continued efforts ensure it does. But he’s so gentle, groaning softly against your flesh as he presses open-mouthed kisses to your pussy, making sure every second of your orgasm is spent with his mouth or fingers still in direct contact with you. It’s way longer than you expect before you start to twitch and writhe from over stimulation, which is when you think you notice something.

“How was that?” Fox carefully brings you down so you’re both eye level, wrapping your legs around his waist rather than setting you down. For a moment all you can do is stare at him, particularly at the lower half of his face, as your come-addled brain tries to float back down to Coruscant from whatever rim it had blasted off to. His skin is covered in your slick, so much of it you can smell it on him. Any other time you might have been embarrassed, but as you see his lips move and you only put the words together later you realize there’s no way you could feel at all mortified. “ Mesh’la ? You alright?”

“Oh my gods you shaved.” Before either of you says anything else you surge forward, your lips pressed against his. His skin is smoothe, soft as you cradle his face in your hands. Fox breathes you in, taking from you with a soft groan, as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss. You can taste yourself on him and try to commit it to memory. His grip on you softens, one hand reaching up to cradle the back of your head. The way you kiss each other turns a little less desperate, things that have gone unspoken for what feels like a lifetime given voice in each stroke, each heady sigh. Eventually you pull away, lifting up your wrist and checking the time. “Less than fifteen minutes.” His hips immediately press a bit harder into yours, and he uses his leverage of you pressed against the shelves to reach down and open his fly. “I - wait --”

“You don’t want to --”

“Next time.” You swallow when you see doubt flash in his expression, pulling him back down for another kiss. When you break apart you kiss along his jawline up to his ear, and he buries his face in your neck with a groan. You chuckle in his ear, and his full body shudder makes your toes curl. “You shaved just so you could keep me comfortable, didn’t you?” He nods against you, and you run your fingers through his hair. Fox sucks in a breath, rolling his hips again, and you can feel his cock nudging your ass. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Fucking you would ,” he grunts. “What is it you’re wanting to do?”

“Fuck my face.” He reels back, almost dropping you, his eyes wide with shock at your frank language. You lift an eyebrow at him, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “Technically you’d still be fucking me.” A muscle on his jaw jumps as he studies you closely, and you shimmy playfully in his arms as you bite your lip. When he slowly releases you you’re glad for it, because the moment your feet hit the ground your knees almost buckle. It’s only his hands on your hips that keep you from crumpling into a heap, your head still light from coming so hard. “Whoof.”

“That good, huh?” Fox smirks as he rubs his thumbs against your hip bones gently. “If we’re gonna do this quick, I might be a little - rough.” His breath hitches when you reach out to touch him, the silky skin of his shaft hot in your palm. Fox’s hands come up to brace against the shelves behind you, caging you in. Eyes shut as he revels in the way you touch him, then flying open when you slowly sink to your knees. He lowers a hand and beckons for yours, placing it on his thigh. “Tap me twice if you need me to stop. Understood?”

“Yessir,” you say with a smirk, and you could swear he whines under his breath. Then you turn your attention to his cock, throbbing less than an inch in front of your face. Pre glistens on the head, some of it already trickling down his shaft. You swipe it up with one finger and lick it off, looking up at him through your eyelashes before you look down again. Only for Fox to catch your chin in his palm.

“Eyes on me,” he growls as he tilts your head back, sliding his hand down the column of your throat. Sliding back up, he cups your jaw, pressing his thumb to the bottom of your chin until you open for him. You stick your tongue out fully for good measure, and chuckle at his hissed oath. He shuffles up closer, lining his cock up with your mouth as he shifts his weight. “Keep your eyes open for as long as you can. Hands behind your back unless you need me to stop. Can you do that for me?” You nod as you follow his instructions and he smiles, a touch dreamily, before he slides the head of his cock against your tongue. The groan he lets out is long and strangled as he pulls back slightly before pushing back in. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

He tastes divine . Every inch of him floods your senses, sits heavy on your tongue and fills your mouth to the point that your jaw aches to make room for him. But you do so happily. You’re not sure when worry over Fox hating you had transformed into this undeniably strong attraction to him, and part of you thinks maybe you should worry about that. But it feels like that’s too little, too late given your current circumstances. Even knowing that, you find it easy to sink deep into the act of giving him pleasure.

And boy, does he take it.

“Fuck.” He swears in that same language, bracing his arms against the shelf above you as he starts to move his hips. You hum around him and he speeds up. All the while he watches you, eyes focused wholly on your face as he works his cock in and out of your mouth, his breathing steadily getting quicker and more shallow. “Look so good like that, mesh’la . Taking me so well.” He rests his forehead against his forearms, rolling his hips into you languidly, pushing a bit deeper. Testing your limits. Your forehead pinches instinctively when he goes a bit too far - you’re severely out of practice. So he pulls back, stopping just shy of that spot each time he pushes back in. “That’s it. Good girl. M’gonna speed up now, alright?” You nod, humming to show you understand, and he groans. He brushes your cheek with his knuckles, and that’s the last gentle touch you’ll get until he’s finished with you.

It’s sloppy. Like right away, it’s a mess. You can’t really control how much your mouth waters and you feel it trickling down your chin as he ruts into your mouth, just shy of pushing your limits and making you gag. But gods does it feel good. All of your senses are awash in enjoying this, really. It feels good to know how much he’s enjoying this, feels good having him in your mouth. His fingertips twitching and digging in deep now and then on the back of your head. Salt from his sweat and pre sit heavy on your tongue, and you swallow it down greedily. The scent of him is heady, intoxicating. Spiced caf and pine with the undeniably addictive scent of him . His eyes heavy lidded as he watches you, mouth hanging open and forming around half words and sounds of pleasure. The wet sounds of him moving relentlessly, of him grunting and moaning above you, his breathing labored as he chases his own pleasure. Your jaw aches and you’re not sure how, or if you’ve breathed since he began, but you know without question you would let him do this for however long he needs.

And then his hips stutter, and you taste a burst of pre on the back of your tongue. Fox sucks in a breath, almost panicked and desperate, as his grip on your head turns to steel.

“I’m gonna come, mesh’la .” The words drag out of the back of his throat, gravelly and rough, and you squirm slightly. Gods, his voice just does things for you. But you don’t have much time to focus on that as he begins to buck into your mouth, pushing you back so one of the shelves digs into your spine. More than once you gag around him, but once he warns you there isn’t a long wait. “Look so good on your knees for me -- take my cock so well, you’re doing so good baby, so so fucking good.”

His breath catches in his throat, each one a bit rougher and a bit tighter as his thrusts lose their rhythm and you feel the first pulse. A long, strangled groan works its way out of him, somewhere deep in his gut until he draws it out through his teeth, and your mouth floods with his cum. It’s all you can do to keep swallowing him down, your eyes watering as you try to keep them open. Because you wouldn’t miss seeing him as he unravels in front of you for anything in the whole fucking galaxy.

Fox shudders and quakes the whole way through it, the kind of blissful agony broadcast so clearly on his face making your cunt clench around nothing. He looks positively shattered as he groans above you, eyes screwed shut right up until you can’t handle anymore. When your knuckles tap his thigh twice his eyes fly open, and he doesn’t release you as he pulls his cock back. But you don’t let him go without giving just as good as he gave.

“ Osik .” He punches the word out through tightly grit teeth as you suck on the head of his cock before it pops out of your mouth. You chuckle as you swallow the last of him down, giving your head a minute shake at the bitterness that lingers. Fox pants above you, and when you look up at him he looks so… tired .

“You look like you’re dead on your feet,” you muse, your voice rough. He flashes you a quick, boyish grin before glancing away. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was being shy .

“Yeah, well.” There’s something undeniably warm in his deep, dark eyes when he looks down at you. One hand reaches out, wiping something off of your chin. Only to push it back into your mouth, and you grunt a little at the shock before you lick his fingers clean. Fox heaves out another shaky breath before he pulls back, “You try getting the life sucked out of you and see how ready you are to face the rest of a sixteen hour shift.”

“Sixt-- Fox, that is barbaric. ” He gives you a look - one that tells you he’s definitely not in the mood to talk about this - and you relent. Lifting your hands in defeat, you shrug. “Alright, not the time. So uh.” You check your wrist. “Eight minutes left. That sucks.”

“Better this way.” His words are a little clipped, and you try not to linger on them. He doesn’t give you much time to, because before you can try to sit and catch your breath your pants and underwear are shoved into your arms. “Get dressed. Don’t leave until five minutes have passed.”

…okay, what ?

“Look I get the need for discretion, but damn.” You watch him as he tucks himself back into his blacks, then his back is turned to you as he puts his belt and kama back on. Huffing when you realize somehow Fox managed to get your pants off without taking your shoes, you have to remove those before you can put yourself back together. “So that’s it?”

“This didn’t seem to be an issue last time.” When he turns to you, it’s as if nothing has happened. Only he seems more tired. You almost let guilt over that squash the need to voice your concerns. Almost . “I don’t think you realize the consequences of what might happen if I’m caught with you.”

“Ohh, so this is about your reputation. Can’t be having the ranks gossiping about a quickie in the closet.”

“It’s not about that and you damn well know it.”

“I - okay yes I do, but watch how you say shit like that. It makes me feel like I’m at fault for all of,” you gesture between the two of you, “this. And, for the record, it isn’t even something either one of us should be blamed for.” He’s silent as you finally fasten your trousers, helmet tucked under his arm so when you look at him, you receive the full force of his intense stare. You falter before trying to find your voice again. Maybe you should just leave . “Look, it’s just - I’m trying to figure out what’s going on. Between us, I mean.”

“What is there to figure out?” All the air in the room seems to run cold as he continues, speaking without a trace of emotion. “It’s just sex.”

Three words. Just those three words is all it takes, and everything comes crashing down. Of course. Of course that’s all this is. It should be simple, it should be so, so simple, but it’s not. It’s not and it never will be, and you can pinpoint the exact moment your heart shatters. It’s when he kneels down to help you up, because that small act of kindness is so at odds with how cold he is.

You’re numb when you reach out and push his hand away. Numb as you push yourself to your feet, feeling his eyes on you. He’s right next to you, but when he speaks it’s like he’s at the other end of a tunnel. There’s slight pressure on your back and you twist away. Fox speaks to you again - his tone urgent, a little concerned. But it’s too late for that.

And it’s too late for you to have gotten out of this without getting your feelings hurt. Your stupid, stupid feelings.

It isn’t until you load off the speeder back at the cafe that you realize you’ve left that closet. That you’re back in familiar surroundings. Okay. Alright, you can make it through the rest of this shift. Even with the smell of caf, stale milk and burnt sugar making your stomach churn, you can get through this.

…until Syd’s voice cuts through the fog, that is.

“Hey.” They lightly tap your arm with the back of a hand, and your vision clears to see the concern on their face. Syd tilts their head at you, eyes narrowing slightly with growing worry. “What’s wrong?”

Your vision blurs again, and Syd barely manages to usher you to the back of house before you begin to sob.

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Your speeder has already become a speck on the horizon by the time the Commander makes it out the front doors of HQ. A few of his brothers scramble out of his way as he makes his way down the stairs, eyes trained on your trajectory. His HUD finds you in a sea of thousands of speeders, takes a still and enhances the image. But all he can see is you shooting across the sky.

His boots hit the bottom of the stairs and he slows down. But it isn’t until something crushes under the heel of one boot that he stops. Eyes squeezing shut as he realizes he knows exactly what he just stepped on. He doesn’t want to look at it. Doesn’t want to face the reality of the situation. It’s selfish, it’s against every reg in the book in regards to civilians and fraternizing and the like, but he doesn’t want to face this.

Fox just wants you as you were before. Trembling in his arms, your lips on his. Most of all he wants that sunlight grin of yours, like the last one he’d seen before he’d gone and fucked everything up.

But eventually, he does look down.

Steam still lifts off the still puddle of light-brown liquid, and clings to the inside of the cup crushed under his heel. For a moment all he can do is stare at it, and he wishes his filtration system wasn’t as efficient. He’s come to associate the scent of caf with you. Even the cheap kind - it reminds him of a time before he knew you, but more lately he’d looked back on that fondly. All for knowing you.

But that’s just it, isn’t it? He doesn’t know you. All he knows is you work at the cafe on the other side of the old conference theater, and you think he’s attractive. Past tense, now. And you don’t know him, either.

…only that isn’t really true, either. You know enough. You knew enough to have put up with his prickly exterior, to put it very lightly. You’d even had the nerve to call him out on his bullshit, on multiple occasions, without being insensitive to what and who he was. And you care about his brothers. About him . That much was undeniable, and he wished it wasn’t.

Eventually he takes a step back, and his stomach sinks so low he figures it was in the bottom of a trash bin in the lower levels. Smudged from the dust and dirt that caked every surface of Coruscant’s outdoors, slightly warped from folding in on itself is his name. With a fucking heart for the ‘o.’

“Of course,” he mumbles in the privacy of his helmet. Kneeling down to pick up the ruined cup, he turns it over. Which makes things worse , because there’s a note taped to the underside of the cup that hasn’t managed to fall off. He should probably toss the whole thing - make it easier on the sanitation workers. Make it easier on himself. But he looks anyway.

Dinner at my place?

He’s not sure how long he stands there staring at those four words. Long enough that eventually he registers someone approaching out of his peripheral, and the heavy panting that always heralds Hound’s arrival. His brother stands at attention beside him, and Fox is a little impressed when the massif doesn’t try to go for the caf. But that speaks to the level of care and dedication with which Hound trained the animal, and Fox would expect no less from any of his men.

“Sir.” Fox’s helmet twitches in his direction. “Permission to speak freely?”

“Granted,” Fox says, but only after he lets loose a long sigh. This is going to be just what he needs, clearly. But regardless of what Fox wanted or needed, Hound was going to give a piece of his mind wherever he thought it was warranted. And he always felt that way. Deep down, Fox did appreciate that about him.

“I take it you fucked things up, if that's caf didn't make it to you.” Fox’s head snaps around to glare at him through his visor, and Hound takes his sweet time turning to face him.

“That’s none of your business, sergeant.” His words come out sharper than he intended, but Hound rolls it off easily.

“With all due respect sir, Thorn and I did make sure you two were in the clear to resolve some things.” His helmet cocks slightly to the side, and out of the corner of his eye Fox sees his massif mirroring him. “I think it’s only natural for me to request a status update.”

“You’re treating this like we’re on the front lines.” Fox crosses his arms as he turns to face Hound fully. “This isn’t a matter of life or death, there are no high stakes involved. Why does the outcome matter?”

“That’s just it though, isn’t it?” Hound turns to face him, and reaches out to place a hand on Fox’s shoulder. “This is the matter of your life. I know the one before her burned you, I understand the hesitation. But don’t you see how different it is with her? Hells man, she put up with you avoiding her for a month, cornering her in the elevator, and she still came up to see you last week. Then she let you…” He trails off, waiting for Fox to fill in the blanks. He’s been gunning for details since last week, but as before, Fox doesn’t indulge him. With an exasperated sigh he continues, “Do whatever it is you two did. She wants something more with you, so why not give it to her?”

“The regs --”

“For once in your miserable life, Fox, will you forget about the damn regs and do something good for yourself?” Hound drops his hand from Fox’s shoulder to gesture emphatically as his tirade starts in earnest. “Even if this doesn’t go anywhere, even if she turns you down and we wait until some other caf peddler takes mercy on us, don’t you owe it to yourself to at least try? Vod .” He splays out his hands on his chest. “You know I’m no good with people. But even I can see there’s something there. So why not take it? Why not live ?”

A thousand answers burns at the back of his tongue. Because my life isn’t mine. Because we weren’t created for this. We weren’t made to be humans. We’re organic machines that were created to serve the Republic. There were so many reasons why, but there were also plenty of doubts. Why shouldn’t he live? Why shouldn’t he try to find something more?

Because I’m the Marshall Commander of the Coruscant Guard .

“I have to set an example. For you, for Thorn. For all of them. If I can’t be trusted to follow regulations, what does that mean for all of us?”

“Commander. With all due respect, more than half of us have snuck paramours into the barracks after hours, multiple times a night, a week, a month. Hell, there’s some of us who have been exchanging vows .” Fox’s chest tightens at the implications, as his responsibilities as the highest command ring like alarm sirens in his head. Who was it? When did this happen? Why hadn’t anyone told him? “Look, all I’m getting at is that you’ve got to get it through your thick skull that you’re human, just like the rest of us. You’ve got needs, just like the rest of us. And those needs deserve to be met.” Both their wrist comms let out a series of shrill beeps, and Hound sighed. “I’ll see you after my rotation’s over, Commander.” He walked away, the padding of his massif’s paws on the pavement as familiar to Fox as the slight limp in his brother’s tread. “And don’t think too hard about this! Just act !”

Fox glances at the still of you. Looks at the cup crushed in his hand, and the note. He thinks he can still taste you, feels the half-there sensation of your touch. He’s so tired. He’s just so fucking tired, and now all he has to look forward to is the stale, cheap caf in the office. The stuff he almost always scalds his tongue on. He wants the taste of sugar and cream, wants them melted into the caf that warmed him for hours each time you’d dropped it off. Even if it was wrong, it felt right.

Thoughts of you plague him, and linger. They cling to him until the next week, and it isn’t until he receives a message that the charge had been refunded the day you were due to be back that he realizes he misses you.

Fox misses you . To hell with the caf. He’d figure something else out for the rest.

“Commander?” Thorn glances up from the datapad he’d been pouring over as Fox stalks out of his office, heading to the elevators. “Commander - where are you going?”

“Out. I’ll be back.” He’s not sure when, but he is sure of something.

He’ll be damned if he isn’t going to try and fix this.

#Commander Fox x Reader #Barista!Reader #Clone Commander x Reader #Syd #spicy.txt #boohoobitch.txt #NSFT

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hintofelation99 · 4 years ago

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Hi! I love your posts and want to ask your opinion on something. Who do you think in the batfam has the most and the least common sense of a normal person? If you can, can you also list how they are arranged? Thank you!

Ooohhh, this is a fun one! In my mind all bats lack common sense. Like obviously they're hella smart, after all they are a family of detectives, they just aren't very bright.

Here's a quick rundown (least to most): Tim and Dick tie for first place, both lack common sense in just in completely different ways. Then Damian (mostly cause of the whole 'being raised by league of assassins' thing), Bruce, Cass (controversial ik), Steph, Jason, Duke, Babs, and last on the list is obvs Alfred. (Kate is probs between Cass and Steph, but I've only really seen her in the DCAMU and need to get to know her better).

And Ima add a 'keep reading' cause this is gonna get long.

Tim:

Tim is one of the smartest in the family. He deduced Batman's identity as a child, majorly fucked up the League of Assassins, and has been honored (I say this v sarcastically just btw) with Ra's creepy obsession. He's smart, plain and simple. However, when it comes to just day to day survival and being loved, goddamn that boy is dumb.

He regularly mixes energy drinks and coffee. Sometimes he even mixes energy drinks, alcohol, and coffee.

In his mind warnings are optional. "Tim, did you just sniff that drano?" "Yeah, why?" "IT LITERALLY SAYS DO NOT SMELL" "Oops"

He regularly tests shit on himself. "Why is Tim on the floor?" "He mixed joker venom and fear gas to see what would happen" "HE WHAT"

Also if you try to compliment him or tell him you love him he will find a way to misunderstand. "Tim, I love you and you are an amazing son." "I don't know who this Tim is but he sounds great" "It- it's you, literally you. Timothy Jackson Drake." "I'm a bit confused, I didn't know you knew two Timothy Jackson Drakes. You should really introduce us."

Dick:

Dick in many ways is a total himbo. He's a complete sweetheart, super supportive, and very ditzy. His ditzy-ness directly correlates to how relaxed he is. Chilling in the manor? Peak himbo. A mission in space? Absolute genius and amazing leader. Just took down a bunch of thugs? Slowly reverting into dopey boi. He always has the ability to be super analytical, smart, and big brain, but he likes being whimsical and even airheaded. And that's not a bad thing, it's just him taking mental breaks, being lighthearted.

"YOU PUT DIESEL IN YOUR CAR?" "...Yeah, in my defense the nozzles look basically the same" "They're different colors?! Also the diesel nozzle doesn't even fit into your gas tank, how did you get it in?" "I'm a good pourer."

He always responds to the word dick and it always confuses him. "God Ra's is such a dick!" "What?" "Ra's is a dick" "I'm not Ra's!" "Wha- no! I mean penis dick!" "Ohhhh, yeah he is a penis dick"

Once Dick is safe he reverts into himbo pretty quickly, even after stressful situations. "Hey Wally?" "Yes babe?" "I forgot how to change my lock screen again" "Dick, you just hacked into an alien spaceship not even an hour ago??" "What's that have to do with anything?"

Damian:

Damian lacks common sense from growing up with the League of Assassins. He's an amazing warrior and super analytical but casual human interaction alludes him. He is getting better though, so eventually he'll be lower on the list than Steph. But for now he's a senseless bby.

The first time someone tried to give him high five he assumed it was an attack and flipped them. Same with a fist bump.

This is complete canon but his original treatment of Alfred, his brothers, and, well, everyone. Like bby boy please read the room.

His ego can easily override common sense. Like he wouldn't jump off a bridge if everyone else was doing it, but if someone said he couldn't he'd immediately swan dive off that bridge.

Bruce:

For the world's greatest detective he can be a major dumb bitch sometimes. Some of it's growing up rich and some is being so wrapped up in his 'crusade for justice' that he just misses basic shit.

One time he walked in on Roy and Jason making out, the next day he saw them cuddling, then they mentioned moving in together. It took him three months to realize that they're dating.

He doesn't understand coupons, like at all. Jason has tried to explain them but Bruce just gets even more confused.

Bruce tried to make coffee once. He literally just poured coffee beans in water and microwaved it. He was surprised when it didn't taste good.

Cass:

Cass is similar to Damian in she lacks common sense from an unconventional upbringing. However she's learning way faster than Damian and depending on where in the timeline you're looking she might have more common sense than Babs.

Basic things like lines, turn taking, and speaking when spoken to aren't innate to her. Like, she knows and understands them, but often forgets about them.

There are many times that she blurs the line between civilian and vigilante because she'll do something that looks v stupid and dangerous for a civilian. The thing is she never notices when she does this.

One time she was in a restaurant and there was a cockroach on the wall across the room (cause Gotham) and instead of getting up and killing it like a normal person she threw her steak knife and impaled it.

Steph:

Steph is probably lacks common sense the most conventional yet slightly concerning way. She lacks common sense in the same way a cartoon character or sitcom character would. Like it's sorta realistic but at the same time damn bby girl why are you such a disaster??

She will do anything on a dare. Anything. There is a rule against daring Steph to do things while in the manor or on patrol.

Every time she hears someone say Red Robin she yells yum. This has gotten both her and RR shot.

Steph is v lucky that 1) she's a badass and 2) the batfam loves her because she annoys absolutely everyone just for shits and giggles and the only reason she hasn't been murdered is that Cass scares everyone.

Jason:

All common sense is lost when dramas at stake. Say what you will but Jason is the (second) biggest drama queen in the family. Also he, like most bats, lacks a sense of self preservation which leads to shit common sense.

He tried to steal Batman's tires.

Sometimes he listens to music during patrol and tries to hit people/shoot on beat. This has lead to stab wounds.

Jason loves to loudly quote classic literature while on stake outs. This is a problem for obvious reasons.

Duke:

Ok this is around the time you get to average common sense levels. But he still runs around Gotham beating people up in tights (or kevlar) so he doesn't get full points. Also he's still not Babs level common sense. One area Duke lacks common sense in is how to deal with the Batfam (which is v understandable tbh)

One time Duke was joking around with Jason and decided to steal a roll off of Damian's plate. This ended in blood.

Other than lacking Batfam common sense, most of his poor judgement moments are less notable but still concerning.

For example the time he challenged Dick to a hot dog eating contest then went on a roller coaster.

Babs:

Other than being a vigilante Babs almost has normal human common sense. However being a vigilante has negative side effects on ones common sense.

While Babs' sleep schedule isn't as bad as Tim's it's not a whole lot better. She's stayed up 72 consecutive hours multiple times.

She has accidentally poured coffee onto her computer instead of into a coffee mug.

One time she drank an entire gallon of milk before realizing it was a month expired.

Alfred:

Most assume that working for Bruce Wayne is a sign of him lacking common sense. But nah, it's him knowing, understanding, and challenging his own limits. Also it's him being a charitable human being. Like he has enough common sense to go around and tbh it's the only thing keeping the family alive.

"Master Bruce, you may not use Elmer's Glue All to close a wound."

"Master Dick I would encourage you not to teach Master Duke acrobatics on the glass coffee table."

"Miss Stephanie I would not advise trying to consume an entire jar of peanut butter in one sitting, and no, I do not care if Master Jason dared you to."

Tada, there's the list! Sorry that was probably a lot longer than anyone wanted, but I enjoy talking about how ditzy the batfam is. Like they're all geniuses but at the same time they're just sooooo dumb.

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all-about-seggs · 4 years ago

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Ardent Affections :

Pairing : Timeskip + Virgin! Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female reader

Rating : 18+, Explicit

Word count : 3k

Warnings : Smut and fluff (and holy shit I ended up including a bit of angst) , Loss of virginity, blow job, fingering, vaginal sex, established relationships.

A/n: I prefer dirtier side of Smuts but this was as far as I could go with Saku sooooo I hope my fluffy smut isn't cringey >.<.

Putting the plum filled onigiri in the clean plastic container, you give it another look over to make sure it's tidy enough, afterall, the person you made this for was nothing if not picky. But, you also knew he loved umeboshi, so after a few successful weeks of your relationship with Sakusa, you went ahead and bought more than enough dried plums to practice making something he won't be able to refuse. It didn't take long to reach the gym he was practicing at, with lunch time approaching, he'd be on his break too, giving you the perfect chance to have some alone time.

One would think, that no boyfriend would refuse their significant other's cooking but falling in love with him as well as dating him made you realise it wasn't the status quo. He was, at the very least, peculiar. Always on his own, Sakusa never felt the need to be involved with a lot of people, ironical as it may be for someone who played a team sport, his idiosyncrasies made it hard for most people to get close to him. That's why the sight of a cluster of high shool girls flocking your boyfriend, to give him their handmade goods was comical yet unsettling.

It wasn't something you got jealous at, but it's something that made you second guess yourself instead, whenever the thought of making him something pooped in your head, this same scene played infront of your eyes. Sakusa surrounded by a bunch of girls with heart eyes, wanting to give him stuff. On the verge of losing his polite demeanor, Sakusa almost gave them a taste of his blunt indifference if it weren't for some faculty member intervening. Today was the same.

With the perfect excuse, he pulled himself away from the group and sauntered towards you, eye twitching with a look that screamed ' I saw you having fun on my expense'. You quickly pulled yourself out of the gloomy thoughts and greeted him with your regular smile.

" I didn't wanted to disturb your fan meet", the cheeky tone in your voice added to his annoyance.

" I assure you that you didn't, besides you know I don't like hand made stuff ", he grumbled, voice carrying the regular icky note you were used to but it caused the dull ache in your heart grew. Before you could answer, you saw Bokuto running towards your direction, making you jump with his boisterous greeting,

" HEY! Y/n chan!... Are you gonna join us for lunch as well ?", The look in his face was as cute as his voice which was cutoff by Sakusa's cold one,

" No. I don't like the places you go to eat. Also, I'm done for today so we have no reason to stay.", Curt and to the point, Sakusa answered him and gestured you with his eyes to follow him instead.

" Geez, it's like he can never let loose!, Y/n chan! You should ask him to open up more!", pouting, the energetic male glared at Sakusa's retreating form.

"Ummm, Sorry Bokuto! He still doesn't know how to..... People? I guess? But he's trying! I know he is! So don't worry... We'll catch up with you guys sometime else okay?", With a slight bow, you trailed after your boyfriend, leaving a deflated Bokuto behind.

As you walked behind him, you thought about the first time the both of you met, he didn't even looked at you properly before leaving just like he was right now, about how you had to put your feelings out in the open first so that he'd finally notice them, how, for the last few days your garbage can only had dozens of messed up onigiri, and how the lunch you packed was getting colder by the minute as it layed still in your bag.

You were lost in thought for the rest of the way, he wasn't one to talk much but your constant silence was not something that often happened. Still not being used to initiating small talks, all he could do was gaze at the dazed look on your face.

The two of you made your way back to his apartment that the sports facility provided the players. You had been here a couple of times before but never long enough to actually call it 'staying over'.

" Why are we at your place?", You quietly ask, making him pause before speaking.

" I did say I was done with practice for the day", opening the front door he ushered you in. It was unsurprisingly neat, the entrance not having any useless items, infact everything in his place had a purpose or use.

It was a big step, him letting anyone in his personal space, considering his high maintenance personality you thought he'd dip you in a bucket of sanitizer everyday but he was a lot more chill when you both take your respective baths. He still goes in first.

The moment you stepped outside the bathroom, you saw a nervous looking Sakusa was sitting on the edge of his bed.

" Did you really wanted to have lunch with those guys?", His abrupt question caught you off guard, so apparently he took your silencein the wrong way, but it still warmed your heart to know he noticed and cared enough to talk about it, albeit clumsily.

" Is that why you think I was quite on our way here?", The reply you gave made him avert his eyes, whether it was out of embarrassment or the awkwardness in the room, it didn't change the fact that your sudden change in behaviour was noted by your boyfriend.

" If you have something to say, then I want you to tell me, I'm afraid I won't know otherwise", Sakusa added, finally looking at you with his deadpan yet sharp look.

He was right, every couple needs to have proper communication in order for their relationship to succeed, so with that in mind you decided to tell him about what's bothering you.

Walking over to his side, you sat next to him,

" I made you lunch today, but when I saw you rejecting your fans gifts saying you don't like handmade stuff, it- bothered me.", Your reasoning might've been a little selfish, it's not like you wanted to force anything on him just because you were his girlfriend but the fear of getting rejected always made you hold back on so many things.

" So I didn't give it to you, and then I just started having a trail of depressing thoughts about how maybe I'm the only one who wants anything from this relationship, I mean we haven't even done anything more than kissing Kiyoomi.", To you, this confession was nothing more than the frustrations you've built up. He was silently listening as you went on, not interrupting until you were done.

" I see....", His soft baritone was laced I'm regret as he brought his hands to you head, gently combing the strands, " I'm sorry, I made you feel that way, it's obvious that both of us need to work on our communication skills but there is one thing you got wrong", saying that, his hand combing you hair pushed you forward until you were right in front of his glossy lips,

" It should go without saying that I wouldn't let you in here if I didn't loved you, and you wouldn't be in this bed either if I didn't wanted you.", By the end of his sentence, his hot mouth covered your in a demonically passionate kiss which was all teeth and tongue. It was probably your longest kiss as well, making you grip his shoulders so hard it would've probably left marks if it weren't for his taut musculature. You pressed you hands on his sculpted chest, feeling his nipples harden as you slowly run you thumbs over them. Sakusa pulled away from you to catch a few breaths, his lips shining with your mixed saliva.

" I've never done this before......", hesitation crossed his eyes which soon melted into a look of determination as he brought his face near yours.

"But if it's with you, I know I'll like it", he panted, pulling you on his lap to continue his ministrations from a more closer proximity. The uncharacteristically deep kiss encouraged your hands to roam around more, to feel all of his ripped form through the fabric of his thin shirt. Your hand grazed his crotch, this contact alone was enough to make him twitch, his virginity showing, the blush on his cheeks spreaded all the way to his neck.

The front of his shorts looked so strained,It was painfully clear how much his cock was begging for attention, so you pushed Sakusa back until he was lying flat on the bed, feet still on the floor. Searching his eyes for any objections, you pulled his waistband down to reveal his bulging member. It suited a big guy like him, his thick cock felt so hot and heavy in you hand it took everything in you to stop yourself from jumping on it right away.

" Hggg... Wait... It's-", his voiced carried more embarrassment than discomfort but you stopped nonetheless.

" Dirty?.....is that what you want to say?", questioningly, you looked at him from between his legs as he nodded.

" Well sex is better dirty but, I'll try not to make a mess okay?", With a wink you grabbed his shaft with one hand and took his tip in your mouth. The warm, wet insides of your mouth touching the sensitive head of his cock made him shudder in pleasure but he didn't make more than a hum. Maybe your boyfriend was still embarrassed but now that you finally get to go down on him, you made it a personal goal to hear his moans.

Detemined to hear his beautiful whimpers, you added pressure on his member through your tongue as you moved your lips up and down, swallowing him as much as you could. Droll dripping from the side of your mouth and his precum gave you enough lubrication to increase you pace, going harder and harder until you felt your teeth make contact with his sensitive shaft, that must've hurt, you thought but atleast it got a reaction out of him.

" AH-.....mmmhh Y/n damnit.....you're doing it too roughly", you heard him complain from above you,

" I just rough housed you a little..... Anyway, you can't blame a girl who's been abstaining herself from fucking her hot boyfriend ", with a pop you pulled him out of your mouth and looked up at the wide eyed Sakusa with an uncharacteristic boldness that even surprised you. Maybe it was because of the situation or because you two had a heart to heart conversation about your feelings just now but you felt oddly comfortable with him more than you ever did before. You knew he loved you enough to put up with anything you'd throw at him at his point, so why not push your luck?

"......well aren't you a vulgar little girl", regaining his composure, Sakusa propped himself on his elbows to give you his trademark deadpan look. You squeeze his balls teasingly in an attempt to rile him up further, his face contorts a little before he shoots you a glare.

" I'm going to make you regret that", with nothing more than a growl he grabbed your hand to make lie face down beside him, for a second you thought he'd spank you, but the moment you raised you head from the mattress to see what's going on, a big hand was on your head pushing your face down again, his other hand ghosting over the hem of your t-shirt.

" It's my turn now, so you better behave", emphasizing the behave he first pulled your shirt off of your shoulders, then swiftly getting rid of your pants. This was an interesting turn of event, just a moment ago your virgin boyfriend was squirming like a pathetic little boy but with just a little teasing made him switch into daddy mode, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't thrilling.

You laid there stark naked as you heard a few rustling sounds coming from behind, indicating Sakusa taking his cloths off. His long, deft fingers grabbed your hips, raising them a slightly off the surface of the mattress, the digits of his right hand crept near your dripping core as if wondering if he should touch you or not, you moved your hips closer so you could feel his touch but he retreated his hand, only to pinch one of your butt cheek. The tease.

" If you're expecting me to eat you out too then keep dreaming..... but since I made you wait so long, I'll give you something else today", his matter of fact tone was even as he traced two long fingers up your slit taking in all of your juices, he pushed them inside your aching pussy. His thick digits rubbing your walls made you moan in the pillow, with his thumb he started rubbing your engorged clit. His actions were not exactly gentle but you didn't wanted them to be either, you wanted him to pound you into the mattress so bad but maybe it was asking too much from someone inexperienced.

" You like this right?", It wasn't exactly a question, as his increased his speed, with his free hand he pinched your ass again leaving small red marks in the fleshy patch of skin. Your first orgasm in so many weeks approached you with an intense force, making you buck you hips in Sakusa's hand. Just as your pussy started clenching around the fingers that was inside it, he withdrew his hand leaving you with a strange sense of emptiness.

" Not so fast y/n, it's more efficient it we cum together, besides I know you want more than just my fingers", his voice carrying the cockiness of someone far more experienced but you can't complain, for both his actions and words were easily bringing you closer to the edge. Ignoring the stickiness of his fingers he lightly massaged your butt cheeks before kneeling right behind them. The sight of your flushed, naked body was enough to get him going, something that he dare not admit.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him opening his bedside drawer to retrieve a condom. Well, atleast one of you were prepared for this, just as he finished putting on the thin protection, he asked you,

" I'm putting it in y/n", he didn't make it sound like a question but it wasn't until you nodded in approval, that he moved. Groaning lightly, Sakusa entered you inch by inch, making the process as slow as possible so could clearly feel the delicious stretch his thick cock provided. You were already panting by the time he bottomed out in you, as he started moving his hips you rolled yours to match his pace, creating a steady rhythm.

Both your pants and body were in sync, building up pleasure that soon reached its peak, the roll of your hips and the sound of his name from your mouth urged him to take a hold of your hips and drive his pulsating member further into your cunt. He felt your walls clenching around him when your body experienced the well awaited orgasm, quivering beneath him like. The sudden pressure added on to his cock made your boyfriend follow right after. The both of you were still riding your high when he lowered his torso on to your back, sweat slicked bodies on top of each other, you wondered what kind of face he would be making right about now. Hoping it wasn't one of disgust, you turned your face to the side, his endearing curls tickling your ears as he kept his nose buried in the nape of your neck.

There was a serene quality to the room where the two of you laid still until Sakusa got up abruptly, you knew that it was bath time even before he uttered anything.

" Let's eat", his soft voice seemed almost like a whisper which was confusing and astonishing at the same time when he tossed one towel to you and quickly wiped himself with the other.

Making quick work of the cleaning, you both went to the living room where you pulled out the bento box from your bag. It felt cold against your hand but this time it didn't make you sad because now you were sure that the person next to you wouldn't reject it.

Opening the box, you noticed they got a little crushed, probably because of you tossing your bag aside dejectedly when you first arrived, the previously well made onigiri lost their original shape but you hoped they tasted the same.

Gingerly showing him the box you thought about quickly explaining it's condition and telling him about how you made it in the most hygienic way possible for a human but the words died in your mouth when Sakusa briskly took one piece out and munched on the distorted rice ball. You watched him chew, waiting became too nerve-racking so you blurted, " How is it Kiyoomi?!", Talk about putting pressure on a guy but it didn't deter him from telling you the truth.

" It's good", the simple reply he gave was the best, you thought, his words were never grandiose, just to the point that's what made you believe them everytime he decides to be honest with you.

"Next time...", He mumbled in between his increasing breaths and tinted cheeks,"Lets make it together".

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mochegato · 4 years ago

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Nannyette

Chapter 2 – No Judging, Just Shipping

Chapter 1

“Sooooo,” Tim started. “You got a new babysitter.”

“Yeahhhh,” Dick prompted him to continue while he put together a meal for him to take to work.

“Isn’t that a bit dangerous?” Tim asked cautiously.

Dick shrugged at him. “We needed someone and Alfred wasn’t available.”

“Where did you find her?” Tim asked, trying at a nonchalant tone.

“She lives next to another detective in my unit. She watches his kids a lot. He recommended her. She has a pretty busy schedule, but when you can get her, she’s great. And we’ve both done background checks on both her and her roommate. The roommate had a few concerning things pop up, but honestly less concerning than Steph. And Mar’i loves her already. We might have to ask Bruce to adopt her so we can make sure she’s around for a long time. She’s an adult and has parents, but still.”

“Well, she has the required features, black hair, blue eyes.” Tim muttered, not excited about the prospect.

“You noticed her eyes, huh?” Dick raised an amused brow at him.

“I’m a detective, of course I’ve noticed what color her eyes are.” Tim defended himself.

“And what else have you noticed?” Dick’s mouth curled up in a knowing smile. His eyes glinted with amusement.

“She’s French. She’s in college. She drives here. She’s creative. She has a lot of energy. She’s mischievous, but like a normal person not siren type mischievous. She’s sweet. She’s gorgeous. She isn’t quick to anger. She keeps a calm head in dangerous situations. She’s compassionate…” Tim rattled off refusing to look Dick in the eye.

“She’s gorgeous, huh?” Dick waggled his eyebrows at him.

“You don’t think she is?” Tim raised his own brow at Dick.

“I’m married and not stupid enough to answer that.” Dick gave him a pointed look. “But, more importantly, I’ve described her to several people and never felt the urge to use that descriptor. Not because it isn’t true, but because I just never thought about it.”

“Bullshit. You’re married not dead.” Tim scoffed at him.

“Okay fine.” Dick rolled his eyes. “It was just never significant to me when considering her. You however…”

“Shut up.” Tim grumbled looking down.

“Hey, I’m not judging. I’m shipping. I think you two would be great together and make adorable children.” Dick grinned mischievously at him. “So I’m more than willing to come up with all sorts of scenarios for you to be here when she is.” He suddenly turned serious. “But, only if she seems okay with it. If she starts acting uninterested, distant, hesitant, nervous, etc. it’s over. You don’t come near here when she is.”

“Agreed,” Tim nodded at him. A knock at the door saved Tim from having to listen to Dick list out his matchmaking plans. Tim let out a relieved breath. As much as he was interested in Marinette, Dick’s matchmaking mode was a bit much. It was best to avoid him during those times.

“Marinette!” Dick called out louder than necessary, shooting Tim a pointed grin. “Thanks for helping out today.”

“Of course. I’m so sorry for being late.”

“Not a problem at all. I know how busy you are. I’m just glad you are able to be here.”

Mar’i ran into the room. “Marinette! You’re here! Now we can play hide and seek.”

“Slow down, honey. Let Marinette get settled first.” Dick gently chastised her.

“It’s okay.” She assured him before kneeling down in front of Mar’i. “Mar’i, you go hide first and I’ll count.”

“Yay!” Mar’i ran off to find a place to hide.

Marinette took the time to take off her coat, hat, and gloves and set down her bag. “See, plenty of time.” She smiled reassuringly at him. “Sorry again for being so late. Things just kept running behind at school. It seemed like for every step forward I took two back.” She turned to Tim with a smile. “Good to see you again, Tim.”

Tim smiled nervously at her trying to decide if he should nod at her or shake her hand or do a la bise. They do that in France, right? “Yeah, you too.” He looked disappointingly at his hand when he realized his body apparently decided to wave awkwardly.

Dick stared at him dumbfounded for a few seconds before shaking himself out of it. “I hope you don’t mind Tim hanging around for a while. He’s wasting a bit of time here before he has a late meeting. He shouldn’t be in your way.”

“Not at all, but if you’re preparing for a meeting would you prefer if Mar’i and I did something a bit quieter in her room instead? There’s plenty we can do quietly.” Marinette looked at Tim with a concerned expression.

“No, no. I don’t need to prepare for it. I’m… um…” he glared at Dick for giving him that cover story. “I’m already prepared for it. This is more time for me to unwind.” He gave her a small smile.

“Oh good! Do you want to relax and watch something or did you want to play hide and seek with us? Next round of course.” Marinette looked at him with wide, excited eyes and Tim couldn’t answer for a few seconds. Dick had to elbow him lightly to bring him back into the conversation.

“Yes! Uh… yes. Sure. That would be fun.” Tim stuttered out.

“Mar’i is going to be so excited.” She turned away from them to loudly call out “30. Ready or not, here I come.”

As soon as she was out of the room Dick turned on Tim, “What was that? Do you need me to stay here and help?”

“No,” Tim hissed at him.

“Are you sure?” They heard Mar’i’s loud giggle even from the back room she must have been hiding in. Dick shook his head as he pulled on his coat. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.” He called out as he closed the door behind him. Tim glared at the closed door.

He ripped his gaze from the door when Marinette came back into the room carrying Mar’i on her hip. “Tim wants to play with us too this time. What do you think? Should he be a hider or a seeker?”

“A seeker. You have to count to thirty Uncle Tim. Can you count to thirty? I can help if you need help.”

Tim smiled at her. “Thank you so much. I think I can count to 30 this time so you can hide. Maybe you can help me next time and we can both seek Marinette together.”

“Yeah! But I want to hide this time.” Mar’i suddenly took on a serious look.

Tim matched her expression. “Okay. I’m going to start counting. You guys go hide.”

Mar’i squealed and pulled on Marinette. “Let’s go. Let’s hide together.”

“Okay, let’s go.” They ran out of the room, but Marinette threw him a grateful smile before she disappeared.

Tim gave them a full minute before starting to seek them. “Ready or not, here I come!” He called out before making his way through the rooms. “Is anyone hiding here?” He called out loudly before looking behind the most likely and unlikely spots. “Is anyone hiding under the table?” “Is anyone hiding under the couch?” He could hear Mar’i giggling from a room further back, but kept up the production of searching for her.

He was about to pretend to look through Dick’s room when he literally ran into Marinette backing out of his room. She was apparently very distracted because she didn’t even notice him walking up behind her. He wasn’t even trying to be quiet. Quite the contrary, he was intentionally trying to be as loud as possible for Mar’i.

When he touched her she shrieked and jumped. She bumped into a dresser and in turning away from it, she started to fall. Tim jumped to get her but his foot slipped on a stuffie that was left on the floor. Tim grabbed her as he fell and twisted them so he would be the one to hit the ground instead of her. Marinette, anticipating the hit wrapped her arms around his head to protect it and buried her head in his neck.

As soon as they landed, Marinette pulled back to look at him, her eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” Her arms were still wrapped around his head until she got his confirmation, which didn’t give them much space. Her face was so close Tim could smell the strawberries she must have eaten before she came over.

Tim stared at her a bit dazed, which only increased the concern in her eyes. “I’m fine,” he assured her breathlessly. “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“No, no. It was my fault. I was a little distracted and… I’m always jumpy and madly clumsy anyway. I fall so often. I’m so sorry.” She shook her head to emphasize her point, her nose almost touching his as she did.

“So it wasn’t just my good looks that got you falling for me twice now?” Tim asked with a smirk. As soon as the words left his mouth he froze and Marinette’s eyes widened.

“I won!” Mar’i called from her spot on top of a tall armoire. “You found Marinette first. I won! I won!”

Marinette seemed to shake herself out of her stupor and turned to Mar’i with a quivering smile. “You sure did,” she confirmed, her voice suddenly shaky. She turned back to Tim, her mouth only just missing his. Her eyes widened again as she finally realized how close they were. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed as she pulled back to sit up. She yanked her arms back, causing Tim’s head to lightly thump on the ground. “Oh, no. I’m sorry. That’s what I was trying to avoid. I’m sorry. Is your head okay?”

Tim chuckled lightly and propped himself up on his elbows. “Yeah, I’m fine. It was a light tap, nothing more. I give myself worse at the office.”

Marinette looked at him uncertainly but nodded to him. She turned back up to Mar’i. “How did you get up there anyway?”

Mar’i opened her mouth to respond, but her eyes flicked over to Tim and closed her mouth instead. Tim answered instead. “She’s good at getting to high places.”

Marinette shook her head. “I’m sure she is,” she muttered under her breath.

“What?” Tim asked her curiously.

Marinette turned back to him, trying to figure out how to explain her suspicions without admitting her suspicions. She looked down to think and noticed her position. She was no longer nose to nose with Tim, but when she pushed herself up from him, she positioned herself to straddle him.

Marinette squeaked and scrambled off of him. “I AM SO SORRY,” she rushed out mortified, her cheeks reddening. “That was so inappropriate. I am so very sorry. I didn’t notice until just then.”

Tim shook his head, his face turning red as well. “No, it’s okay. You…” he just barely stopped himself from finishing his sentence with ‘can be inappropriate with my anytime you want.’ He’d already used one excessively flirty line in the last few minutes without knowing if it was reciprocated. “It was an accident. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. If I had been offended I would have said something.” He assured her instead.

The words helped, but Marinette’s face was still bright red. Mar’i watched them curiously and focused on Marinette. “That is so cool! Mommy’s face looks orange, but you made your entire face red, Marinette!”

Marinette groaned and hid her face in her hands. “Thank you, Mar’i. That was a very good observation.” She mumbled out. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing her face to return to a normal color and refusing to look Tim in the eye. “Let’s get you down from there, yeah?”

Chapter 3

Tags:

@timari-month-event

#maribat #Nannyette #timari #timinette #Timari January #prompt - Children

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bakusdumptruck · 4 years ago

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Bakusquad Crack Post Pt.2

Hello you beautiful bitches 😌 hope you had a good day today! I was stuck on what I was going to write and decided to make a side story on what happened with the LoV in the first part! So now i’ll give you high bakusquad ft. The LoV🤩

Pairing: Aged up Bakusquad x gn!Y/n x LoV

Warnings: Use of marijuana, swearing, injuries, slight manga spoilers

Summary: Bakusquad gets kidnapped by the Lov, but it turns out better than expected.

✨QUICK RECAP ✨

You and the Bakusquad were v e r y faded chilling on a hill watching the stars

A nomu pops out of no where and you all start attacking, but completely miss

The nomu starts chasing you and ends up knocking everyone out

OKAY NOW LETS GET IT 😈

So... you got kidnapped by the infamous League of Villains

B💥: *waking up* “Fucking shit what hap- oh shit hey crusty 😏 never thought i’d be here again.”

ST(Shiggy)🧴: “Never thought you’d be this easy to catch you little bitch”

B💥: “WHO YOU CALLIN A LITTLE BITCH YOU FLAKEY FU-”

Y/n🥵: *evil/scary ass voice* “Bakugou if you don’t shut the fuck up right now i’ll let his flakey ass disintegrate you. You’re beING TOO FUCKING LOUD 😃🔪”

B💥: “uh... where’d you get that knife from :D”

K💪🏼: “Hey guys, sorry to ruin your moment but shouldn’t we be concerned that we got kidnapped.”

M💅🏽: “I agree... We literally got kidnapped by the people who want to kill us.”

S🕷: “Oh shit, that’s who they are? No wonder they looked so familiar.”

All: 👁👄👁

ST🧴: “Ya’ll are dumber than I expected... anyway we want you guys to join us. You all have powerful quirks, especially you Baku-”

B💥: “YAWWNNNN. No thank you. I already said no.”

ST🧴: “Did you just s a y the word yawn 🙃 *scratching neck* You’re pissing me off. I’ll just kill you then.”

S🕷: “Hold on mr.saltine, before you kill bakubro can we smoke our last joint? This weed was expensive and I AM NOT letting it go to waste. Plus I have even more and it needs to be gone before I die.”

M💅🏽: “Sero please tell me you didn’t bring your stoner pack.”

S🕷: *pulls out his so called “Seros Super Stoner Pack”*

Shiggy’s starting to regret his life choices.

All of a sudden Dabi pops out of no where

DB🔥: “Is that weed? I smell weed. Where is it.”

Sero had the most amazing idea, but not for them to escape no, he has had the most amazing idea to make sure he finishes his weed.

S🕷: “...Wanna smoke with us 👀 I already rolled a joint and I can roll at least 4 more. Don’t wanna let it all go to waste 😃”

DB🔥: “Let them out of the cuffs. I need to smoke.”

At this point Shigaraki is over everything and decides to smoke to distract himself from the stupidity.

So, ya know, Sero does his thing and hands yall the other papers to roll up

*30 minutes and 5 joints later...*

DB🔥: “NO BUT LIKE ENDEAVOR IS A FUCKING B I T C H. HE CAN KISS MY BURNT ASS.”

This smoke session somehow turned into a therapy session.

DB🔥: “I KNOW HE’S MY DAD BUT HOLY SHIT. FUCKER PUSHED ME INTO FAKING MY OWN FUCKING DEATH AND NOW HERE I AM. IM BURNT, MUSTY, AND STUCK WITH THIS CRUSTY ASS BITCH.”

Y/n🥵: *patting his back* “There there, let it out... uhuh just like that”

DB🔥: “I CAN’T EVEN FUCKING CRY. MY TEAR DUCTS ARE BURNT AND I FEEL DUMB AS FUCK CRYING WITH NO TEARS. I LOOK FUCKING CONSTIPATED.”

ST🧴: “Bitch please, you look constipated all the time.”

DB🔥: “Square the fuck up. 😃 Right now.”

D⚡️: “So... we just gon ignore the fact that he’s Endeavors “dead” son?”

Eventually Dabi lets everything off of his chest and goes off pouting in your arms

To lighten up the mood Sero connects his phone to his speaker and picks whatever song came up first

It was WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

Denki was the first one to get up and starts to rap the first verse. He knew it word for word.

Sero joined in after but also started dancing

Mans was MOVING them hips. Them shits were swaying like it was nobody’s business 💅🏽

WAIT SO HEAR ME OUT, I feel like Bakugou would be a completely different person when he’s high

Yeah he’s still angry and shit but he’d be sooooo fucking funny

This bitch would get up all of a sudden and be like

B💥: “YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG FUCKER. THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING MOVE”

Then he starts aggressively twerking anyway he can 😭

He’s twerking on the wall, on the floor, ON PEOPLE

You all eventually form a circle around him and start hyping him up

LMAOO ITS LIKE THAT DANCE CIRCLE AT SCHOOL DANCES AND EVERYONE HAS THEIR PHONE OUT

Y/n🥵: “BEST FRIEND SHOW EM YOUR MOVES”

K:💪🏼: “GO, OUUU YUH GET IT I GUESS 💅🏽... OKAY IM NEXT BEST FRIEND. GET THE CAMERA 🤩”

KIRI FUCKING PUSHES HIM OUT

K💪🏼: “dougie 🤪 hype me up 😤🥵”

He does it REALLY bad, but that’s not gonna stop the hype

ST🧴: “AHAHAHA WHY HE MOVIN LIKE THAT. MANS STIFF AS FUCK”

M💅🏽: “Like you can do any better than that 😗”

ST🧴: “Baby please, watch this”

Shiggy starts voguing... and he’s really fucking good.

All: “��”

DB🔥: “HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUCKING GOLD . YO GUYS GET THE FUCK OUT YOUR ROOMS. Hehe he’s gonna regret doing this. ”

The rest of the LoV members come out and are shocked

They don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or be disgusted

TG🔪: “Dabi... is he okay, wait a minute... wHEN DID THEY GET HERE”

SP🐊: “...I’m going back to my room.”

TW👺: “OUU YUH SHIGGY. GET IT BITCH- this is so fucking disgusting.”

Mr.Compress and Kurogiri don’t even bother to see whats happening

Once the most iconic part of the song pops up YOU AND MINA GO OFF.

M💅🏽: “OUT OF THE WAY BITCHES. ITS THE BADDIES TURN.”

Holy fuck can y/n and Mina marry me already. p l e a s e.

Yall hitting every beat, every move, THE ATTITUDE. Yes. A+. 1000/10

Everyone was screaming their asses off and jumping around

After WAP, Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low played

DB🔥: “OHHH SHIT ITS MY TIME WHORES”

Dabi pulls out a guitar and amp out of thin air and plays his fucking heart out.

Bakugou finds drums and plays like theres no tomorrow

Sero finds a bass and joins in

Y/n🥵: “What the fuck 😃 why is this so good 😃”

The rest of you starts head banging and singing along

K💪🏼: “TAKE A BREATH DONT IT SOUND SO EASY, NEVER HAD A DOUBT NOW IM GOING CRAZY WATCHING FROM THE FLOOR”

M💅🏽: “waYMENT- I THOUGHT HE COULDN’T SING. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM 😳”

Denki adds harmony to the next part

K💪🏼D⚡️: “TAKE A BREATH AND LET THE REST COME EASY, NEVER SETTLE DOWN CAUSE THE CASH FLOW LEAVES ME. ALWAYS, WANTING MORE”

Y/n🥵: “DENKI YOU TOO??? I’m going to pass away. This is too muCH. I’M GOING TO SIMP PLEASE.”

Oop, the best part’s coming up... who’s singing next?👀

DB🔥: “IT WAS NEVER A PHASE MOM. ITS A LIFE STYLE- CAUSE I GOT YOUR PICTURE IM COMING WITH YOU DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN THERES A STORY AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOTTLE AND IM THE PEN.”

That shit was chefs fucking kiss. Dabi has the perfect voice for this song.

At this point you, Mina, and Shiggy were on the floor with tears streaming down your faces.

When yall thought it couldn’t get any better, Bakugou and Sero start harmonizing for the last part 💅🏽

B💥S🕷: MAKE IT COUNt WHEN IM THE ONE WHOS SELLING YOU OUT CAUSE IT FEELS LIKE STEALING HEARTS CALLING YOUR NAME FROM THE CROWD”

Dead. You flat lined. Your limit has been passed and now you’re a hard core simp.

Mina was so glad she started recording because there definitely won’t be another opportunity.

Y/n🥵: “Guys... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. HOW CAN YOU PULL INSTRUMENTS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND PLAY PERFECTLY. KIRI WHERE THE HELL DID THE VOICE COME FROM.”

The boys were sweating and out of breath. They just did a whole performance in the hide out with zero practice.

They stared at each other at the end for a little bit and excitedly hyped themselves up.

Dabi spoke about starting a band forgetting about his occupation and why the bakusquad was there in the first place

Honestly this moment was precious. The villains and aspiring hero’s were getting along because of the weed in their system. This just proves how weed can solve all your problems 💅🏽

*knock knock* “Doordash delivery”

ST🧴: “Oh, when did you guys order food?”

S🕷: “We didn’t order food...”

ST🧴: “... FUCKING SHIT NOT AGA-”

The pro hero’s busted in 🤩

DB🔥: “KUROGIRIIII. GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.”

And just like the the LoV escaped

M💅🏽: “Ya kno what, I honestly forgot where we were.”

B💥: “Same.”

K💪🏼: “We were having too much fun...”

D⚡️: “Ughhh why’d they come so early 😫 we were boutta start a band 🥺”

S🕷: “Wait... why were we here again??”

Y/n🥵: “Sero...baby, maybe you should lay off the weed for a bit 💀”

Aizawa walked in and shot his scarf out to all of you. He made sure to make them uncomfortably tight and pulled you guys right to him.

A🐱: 👺👹*gremlin noises*👺👹

Lol you guys are fucked.

HELLOOOOO I hope you guys enjoyed this story of what went on when the squad got kidnapped!! Honestly my account is gonna have ALOT of bakusquad scenarios since I literally love all of them so much. Not a day goes by where I’m not thinking about hanging out with them 😭 Credits to jazzmonster for the gif 😌 once I saw it I knew I had to use it. Anywayy thank you all so much for the support :’-) I didn’t think people would actually like the stuff I write since its all over the place 😫 Hope you have a good rest of your day/night 🖤

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caffeine-and-melatonin · 3 years ago

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✨Bad Batch E14 Spoilers✨

Sooooo I'm about to say a whole lot of not very polite words......

AHHHHHHHHHH HOLY SHIT Y'ALL AHHHHHHHHHH

Let's have a look at my brain melting during this episode (there's a lot oops):

- Commando armor? Slicked back hair? HOLY FUCK GREGOR OMG THE BOY!!!!! WE ACTUALLY GET TO SEE THE BOY!!!!!! (wait hold up does this mean we might see Wolffe too? Not asking for a friend I'm asking for me)

- Eek this is giving me very much "Ahsoka being hunted by Trandoshans" vibes

- Hunter doing knife tricks....that's...well....AHHHHH

- Omg Omega trying to copy the little knife spins is so cute

- REX!!! HIM!!! MY FIRST LOVE!!! HE'S BACK AGAIN!!! YAY!!! Sweetheart that poncho is fantastic!

- Is he ok? IS REX OK??? WHY IS HE RUNNING???

- Here's the thing I love Gregor but like they were a bit too quick to go after him and they still haven't talked about Cross soooooo hmmm

- Ok I have a feeling we are gonna get some Echo character development in this episode. The way Echo looked at Hunter was what got him to cave in and agree to go rescue Gregor. He knows it's the right thing to do and it's so interesting to me that Echo seems to have the strongest sense of moral obligation (aside from Omega). I have a feeling like this might clash with Hunter being the leader and honestly I wanna see how they handle that as a team.

- Nothing would bring me more joy than to absolutely DECK Rampart on behalf of Cross, Howzer, and Eleni Syndulla

- speaking of cross....CROSS!!! YOU'RE HERE!!!

- Wait hold up are they leaving Kamino?

- Also what happens to all the cadets? Like they're little kids...I'm scared

- Ok imma have to go on a whole rant/info dump about Kaminoan history and society later so y'all have that to look forward to in the morning

- Awwww Echo talking about Rex makes me want to cry. He looks up to his older brother so much and it's honestly so sweet

- Hunter using his special abilities? Hunter using his special abilities!

- Omg its just gonna be Hunter, Tech, and Echo?! TECH AND ECHO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT???

- Look at those boys go! Climbing up a whole ass mountain while I look at a flight of stairs and go "ewww why"

-Ok is it just me or does the whole bottomless pit style base with a lot of red accents gives off Empire but make it First Order Aesthetic...? Just me?

- Tech's eyes are just so ✨p r e t t y✨. That's all.

- STORMTROOPERS? ALREADY?

- OMG ECHO BRINGING UP SKAKO MINOR! AND THEN TALKING ABOUT HOW IF SOMEONE IS BEING HELD AGAINST THEIR WILL THEY HAVE TO GET THEM OUT! DID YOU SEE HUNTER'S REACTION???? EVEN WITHOUT SEEING HIS FACE YOU KNOW HE'S GOTTA BE THINKING ABOUT CROSS!!! LOOK AT HIS BODY LANGUAGE!!! AHHHHHHH

- "i'm thinkin'." whispers Wrecker mindfully.

- I don't know what it is, but i just love this shot:

- Concept: into the spiderverse but it's just clones jumping off elevators and somehow gracefully free climbing on the walls

- Commando armor is just soooooo cool!!!! Like seriously! Also the TK trooper armor is....interesting

- AHHHHHH GREGOR'S LITTLE VOICE CRACKS!!! HE'S ADORABLE!!!

- "That's CAPTAIN traitor."

- Gregor really do be out here holding up the standard that you have to be a special kind of pretty to be a Captain in the GAR

- Also can we talk about how absolutely jacked Gregor's arms are? Like sir no wonder you aren't wearing any armor on your arms! How would fit! Damn dude

- I miss 99 so much

- Boys using stun rounds. No (intentional) unalives. Good for them.

- Echo and Tech working together and having each other's backs makes me beyond happy

- SASSY TECH AND SASSY GREGOR

- Tech really does yell in all lower case doesn't he?

- NO GREGOR! DAMMIT DAVE STOP SHOOTING THE BOY!

-When I tell you I thought Tech was gonna get shot too.... my god I don't think I would be able to handle that in any capacity

- SPOILER WARNING FOR REBELS: Gregor talking about surviving getting shot hurts me. This hurts my feelings. It hurts my feelings a lot.

- Ok but Tech casually blowing up that air vent grate thing was hot. No I will not elaborate.

- also...ECHO FUCKING YEETED ALL THREE OF THEM AND THEN HIMSELF LIKE AT LEAST 10 FT IN THE AIR!

- Echo carrying Gregor through the air ducts reminds me so much of Rex carrying him on Sako Minor

- WAIT HOLY SHIT OMEGA IS FLYING THE SHIP BY HERSELF!!! LOOK AT HER GO!!! Tech has to be so proud of her. I just know he is.

- Gonky helping + increased theme music = ahhhhhhh yay!

- TECH BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE FUCKING SEXY FLIGHT MANEUVERS!!!!!!! My stars I love that man. I'm speechless. It's like almost 4am and I legitimately screeched

- Tech: *flying like a badass* Gregor: bitch what are you doing this is not the time nor place for this shit

- FUCK NOOOOOOO HUNTER!!!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!

- GONKY!!! AHHHHH

- How tf is Hunter still alive??? Like I'm not complaining but still

- HOLY FUCKING SHIT NOOOOO THIS IS NOT OK!!!!! OMEGA'S VOICE AND SHEER PANIC BREAKS MY HEART!!! TECH'S LOOK OF HOPELESSNESS!!!! AND HUNTER SOUNDING ABSOLUTELY DEFEATED!!!! FUCK I CAN'T HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW!!!!

- Yo on top of all that Lama Su just got straight up unalived

-hunter in a jail cell......................CROSSHAIR

- Ok but until the very last second, that was the least scrunched up face I have ever seen Cross make. Like you too have lovely eyes it's a shame you're so grouchy all the time. ANYWAY thoughts on that face because my brain is very full rn

FINAL THOUGHTS

- I just love clones more than life itself. Look at the boys go. I love them. I wanna give them all hugs (in regards to Tech…I will not kiss and tell).

- Gregor has and always will be so precious. Love that quirky boy so much.

- WTF IS GOING ON WITH REX??????? I NEED ANSWERS!!!!!!!

- Echo played such a major role in this episode and honestly I'm so glad. I still think there is so much more room to grow his character, but at least it's something.

- Gonky being that bitch this episode 👑

- Not sure if you've noticed, but my soul is no longer attached to my physical form. Tech has it. Tech owns my soul. I am more than ok with this.

- The last 5 minutes really just did that didn't it? Like jeez bro that was a lot

- Cross? Breaks? Hunter? Out? And? They? Both? Escape? After? Having? An? Emotional? Reconciling? PLEASE???????????

Overall, while I did really like the Ryloth episodes, I honestly think this might be my new favorite episode.

The episode itself was well paced

The stakes felt rather high

Fantastic action

Echo played a main part in the storyline

Contributed to not only the plot of the show but added context for how Gregor and Rex meet up

Tech flying and looking hot while doing it...that's very important to the overall ranking

It was engaging and intense with one hell of a cliffhanger at the end

So yeah I really liked this episode! I'm super excited to see what happens next (omg there's only two episodes left oh no scary)!

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb #tbb spoilers #bad batch #bad batch spoilers

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