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i feel like i'm stuck in the calm before the storm and honestly i'm getting a bit sick of it... put me in it already @/universe
#no not some storm i'm making up in my head#big changes are coming#i'm moving to a new country for college#in a week#the days are going by so slowly#i'm tired of feeling on the edge#just plunge me in the deep end please#personal
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imagine telling 2022 jessamine "in your senior year you will someday be writing a midterm paper on the producers (1967) and rewatching the "springtime for hitler" sequence so that you can take notes on it in blue glitter gel pen when you're interrupted by a text from your favorite comedian asking if you're around to help him rehearse his upcoming show via zoom tomorrow" like what even is my life rn college did not go the way i expected but it somehow went so much better???
#i procrastinated too hard on this producers paper bc it's due tonight and i'm still on the outlining phase#(tho this is like. my third paper i've written on the producers so i'll be fine)#but i was so nervous i'd have scott be like ''nevermind i'm not gonna take you away from your academics''#but thankfully he can do tomorrow so i'm gonna get to see the new buddy show before anyone else!!!#(already got to read the script for it back in july but knowing scott he's probably still revising it every day lmao)#anyway yeah it makes me so happy that even tho i'm not physically in toronto rn like we are literally in different countries#scott is still like ''i'm gonna ask jessamine to help me rehearse''#i'm so ready for college to be done so that i can move into having my toronto life be more than just a vacation or work trip#but i'm very happy with how my final semester of college is letting me balance both sides of myself rn. very hannah montana lmao
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Every time I see you talk about yourself youâre always moving, what job do you have that allows you to move so much? Also you can delete this if itâs tmi, im just curious lol
oh i haven't moved since last year! i've been living in the same place for a year now lol the answer is that I'm a student! I moved last year to start grad school in another country, which was a pretty major move! but now I'm pretty settled in the same spot while i work on my thesis
#asks#anonymous#i kinda wish i could move a lot!#I get antsy if im in the same place for too long#im always excited to move somewhere new and see new places#but i've only been here for a year now and i feel pretty settled so im happy for now#i'm sure if i stay here for another couple years i'll want to move again! but i really like it here#i don't think i've moved an unusual amount...#i lived in my college town for undergrad (dorm + two different apartments)#then spent a summer with grandparents in austria after graduating#then lived with my parents for a year to work and save money#and then moved out of the country for grad school#and that's where i am now!#i mean. i moved a lot as a kid but that was bc of like. poverty and divorce lol you know how it goes
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Mmgh
#Want to get out of shithole country as soon as possible#Best possible way is to get into college overseas imo#Only other language I know is English + I'm learning Japanese ig#College in English-speaking countries costs so so much money and the US at least seems to be actively hostile to human life#And ik some places in Europe offer college in English but I'm not very hyped about learning a new language from zero OR living in a country#whose language I don't know#But I also don't want to be the Guy Who Moved To Japan you know#Assuming I can even get my Japanese up to the level needed in time#original#And this is all assuming the BEST
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5.1k words â cowboys! eren n ony, pwp , afab black! coded reader, hyper fem reader, eventual sex, threesome, light choking, m+f oral, crying, some squirting & creaming, sensitive/crybaby reader, pet names: angel, princess, etc., not proof read sorry, mdni
been down bad for country life w eren n ony :c
The sounds of wet leaves crunching under plastic boots, the sky sad with weighted grey clouds, spitting out bolts of lighting startled you awake. Another sleepless night overcome by the noise of rowdy, drunk pedestrians and loud cars honking incessantly. You sigh, pushing yourself off your warm mattress to shuffle to the kitchen, pouring yourself a cold glass of water. âI hate it hereâ you mumble to yourself, rubbing your eyes and staring out your apartment window at the group of grown men shouting and stumbling about in the rain.Â
Your mom came out after you, sitting at the kitchen island and making herself a cup of tea. âYou're really movingâ she whispered softly, letting the statement hang in the air as she sipped her chamomile tea.
âYeahâŚâ you sighed, rubbing your eyes again as you mumbled â you know I hate the noise mom.â
She nodded, her shoulders slumping in acceptance. She didn't like the idea of you leaving the city, not when youâd just moved back home from college. The thought of her baby miles south, living in some small town without her made her chest tight. You rounded the island to hug her. Wrapping your arms around her shoulders and pulling her in.
âMom, stop worrying, you know i'll be fineâ you state, squeezing her arms and she relaxes, pulling you closer to leave a kiss on your forehead.
âI know baby, I'm just gonna miss you so much.â she says, hugging you tightly.
You giggled and she smiled warmly, leaning back to pinch your cheek.
âI'm still coming to help you move in thoughâ she said, letting you go and getting up to go back to bed.Â
you never liked the city much. You hated the boisterous streets, godforsaken honks of busy cars, and the speediness of daily life. You craved slow mornings, warm breezes and home cooked meals. Your entire childhood you'd spend every summer in your aunt's cottage. Nestled in the corner of a quaint town. You loved how cozy it felt, how welcoming the people were and the work of gardening. You made up your mind to move back to the countryside with your aunt. Missing the wide grassy fields and clean air. The way the stars dotted the sky like jewels hanging from your golden necklaceâso dreamy. It's always been your dream to own a little cottage with wild elderberries growing in the backyard and cute farm animals roaming around.Â
Your mom never understood why you wanted that, too used to the convenience that came with city life. She always tried to convince you to stay, bringing up how you dropped out of college in your sophomore year and how hard it'd be to run your own plot of land; but you were determined to chase your dream.Â
Your aunt, cheerful as always, was happy to have you, always having a hunch youâd come with how you insisted on staying past summer break, begging your mom every year to let you move in with them. It came as no surprise to her that you packed your bags and moved to the same small town youâd spent all your summers in.
Along with her husband, sheâd prepared a nice cottage for you. Her husband fixed up the old thing to suit your dolly taste. Heâd gotten a couple people to help make new furniture and build the wrap around porch you've always wanted. The cottage was a deep brown, standing in the middle of an acre of land across your auntâs. It had a windy path leading to the front porch, bushes of pink camellias and white hydrangeas lining the wooden porch. The lovely thing was decorated with a nice porch swing with blush pink cushioning, a table beside it and other seating for guests. It had white daffodils painted on the door framing and a white, lily pillows perched on all the outdoor seatings. The inside of the cottage was cozy and pink. The living room carrying a plush tan couch, plants hanging about and a briar colored fireplace. Hello kitty motifs dotted the entire space and you squealed, walking around with starry eyes as you drank in your new home. Â
The backyard was large and bare, waiting for a cute gardener such as yourself to plant all the yummy berries and vegetables. There was a small barn placed out back, white with red trimming. A baby goat whined as a baby cow nuzzled its face in its back and you giggled turning to your aunt and uncle to pull them into a bone crushing hug.Â
âI love it so much!!!â you exclaimed and they laughed, your uncle patting your head lovingly.Â
âGlad you liked it, angel.â
âDonât forget, I'm sending over a couple people to help set up the fence out back okay? Don't want your goat getting out. Trust me, they like to run.â your aunt mused.Â
Your mom walked out back shortly after you, impressed she turned to your uncle. âYou guys did all this?â she said, peering around the lot.
âSee mom, i told you you didn't have to worryâ you teased. Â
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Your mom stayed for about a weekend, helping you unpack and set up before heading back home.You settled in well, playing with your goat in the back and marking territory to start planting sweet potatoes, pumpkins and other summer crops. Your aunt stopped by a couple times, dropping off milk from her cow and some eggs she freshly harvested.Â
âRemember baby, I'm sending over a couple people to make that fence for you okay?â she reminded you, pacing the area of the barn as she spoke.Â
âI remember !â you replied, bouncing off your heels with excitement.
The next day came, the sun barely peeking over the horizon when you heard 3 heavy knocks on your front door. Scurrying down the stairs you opened the door to see two huge men standing before you.Â
âSâcuse me maâam, we were sent over by Mrs. Mona about a fence?â The first one speaks.Â
You crane your head up, blinking at the handsome man speaking to you. He was pushing 6â4, medium length auburn hair tied back with a couple wisps of hair framing his handsome face. He was sooo dreamy, ocean-green eyes staring down at you with pink lips pulled back in a charming smile. He had a sun-kissed tan that gave way to dulled freckles constellating his cheeks. He wore light washed denim jeans stained from what looked like farm work and a white t-shirt that hugged his sculpted muscles. You looked over at the man standing beside him, also taken aback by how fine he was. His eyes, dark and low, stared intensely at you as he bowed his dark green cowboy hat at you. He was just as tall as the other, smooth dark skin glistening under the morning sunrays. His thick lips curved into a lazy smile as he undressed you with his eyes. He had a stained, white wife beater on, dark washed jeans held up by a leather belt with a golden ram clasp.Â
âO-ohâ you responded, surprised by how smooth and deep his country voice was. It washed over you like a cool wave, making you shiver. Your aunt didn't say the people coming were going to be so sexy!!! You nodded, feeling small under their gaze. You now regretted what you wore to bed. Feeling their eyes rake over your figure showcased under the semi-sheer babydoll nightgown you wore to sleep matching the pink bonnet you had on. âYes, uhm my..my aunt told me yall were comingâŚi didn't know it would be so earlyâ you explained shyly. âPlease, come in!â you stepped back allowing both men to walk in as you scurried towards the back door, waving a hand for them to follow you.Â
 pointing out at the space surrounding the barn, you turned to them with a worried expression. âauntie told me that goats like to runâŚso, i hope you can make a fence around there.â they both nodded, looking at the space you showed.Â
âBefore that,â the other one finally spoke, his voice low and calm. âwe didnât get to introduce ourselvesâ he states and your eyes grew wide when it dawned on you that you just let two strangers into your home.
âoh my god! I'm so sorry I forgot to ask your names, uhm what was it again?â you rambled, embarrassed by your carelessness.Â
âiâm erenâ the brown haired man interjected, smiling.Â
âand i'm onyankopon, but you can call me onyâ
âeren⌠and ony, rightâ you repeated, pointing at each as you said their names.Â
âpretty girl didnât even think to ask our namesâ eren spoke, letting out a couple tsks as he shook his head and crossed his arms.Â
âright, just letting anyone in, what if we were dangerous? hm?â ony continued, a sly smile inching across his face.Â
âo-oh, iâm sorryâŚwasn't thinkingâ you whined in embarrassment, looking down at your hands and they broke into a laugh at how tense you were.Â
âRelax angel, we were just joking,â eren said, patting your head.Â
You sighed in relief when he spoke even though your stomach was twisting in embarrassment by their choice of nicknames for you. Their presence was oddly comforting, however. The way eren's baritone voice reassured you while ony placed his large hand on your back to rub soothing circles made your chest tingle with an unfamiliar feeling.
They worked until late in the afternoon, measuring the plot around your barn while talking to each other about wood and other construction terms you knew nothing about. You decided to change, donning a white midi summer dress dotted with floral patterns before busying yourself around the house; unboxing the rest of your room while you allowed them to work outside.Â
Around lunch time you peered out your bedroom window to see the two already cutting wood. You stood there, watching as ony pulled off his shirt and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. God he was so fine, all sweaty and parched from the scorching sun sizzling him. You gulped, feeling your tummy heat up with arousal at the way his muscles flexed as he hammered the wood in place. eren was just as enticing, brown hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead. He was looking up, eyes meeting yours and smirking. You jumped back, crouching down and cursing yourself for getting caught gawking. Instead of staying in your room, you decided to be a good host and make them some food as a thank you for their hard work. You made them a platter of sandwiches, some freshly squeezed lemonade and added a couple pastries you baked last night.Â
eren walked up to meet you at the back door, taking the platter from your hand and setting it down on the porch table. âThank you, prettyâ he spoke, his voice hoarse from the dry air.
God all the nicknames were really getting to your head. You were a stammering mess, mumbling out ây-your welcomeâ and looking over his shoulder to ony. He walked over, chest covered in sticky sweat and you licked your lips, trying not to get caught staring again. It seemed eren was the more talkative one of the duo. Asking you questions about the yourself while you poured him and ony a drink. You explained your situation, your dream of becoming a farmer and your recent move.
 âSo that's why Mrs. Mona had us working on this house.â ony finally spoke and you choked on your drink.Â
âY-you guys worked on this?â
âYeah, worked all summer building all this furniture. Even the barn your little animals are laying in.â eren replied and ony nodded, taking another huge bite of his sandwich.
âYou guys did such a good job, it's so pretty!!â you exclaimed, rambling on about the intricate wood details of your bedframe and the nice fireplace. They looked at each other, sharing a knowing look before turning to you.Â
âCuteâ ony mumbles out, continuing to eat. eren nodded along âvery cuteâ
You flushed, brown cheeks heating up. God why were you feeling this way, getting all shy and soft from some silly comments.Â
âHow âbout you stop by my place this weekend for a barbecue were hostingâ eren offered âas a thank youâ
Your face lit up, already daydreaming of juicy ribs and grilled chicken.âI'd love to! I loooovee barbecues!!â you squealed.Â
They thought you were just so cute, bouncing off the walls with excitement over some food.
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The rest of the week they stopped by to work on the fence, staying for a couple hours each day to spend some time with you. You learned that they both grew up in the town, living next door from each other. They've been bestfriends since they were born, their parents also being best friends. You gushed at how cute that was, talking about your friends from the city and how much you missed them.Â
You couldn't deny there was some chemistry between the three of you. Combining the way eren looked at you and how handsy ony was, it was hard to draw a line between what was friendly gestures and suggestive talk. They alternated between calling you âprincessâ,â angelâ, and âprettyââ all names that made you shy and soft. And they loved it, absolutely drank up your adorable nature. The way your doe eyes looked up at them when they talked to you about construction knowing your head was full of cotton. eren pulling you into his lap and explaining to you the complexities of wood carving while ony fed you some wild strawberries he'd picked. Whenever they came over it felt like your brain jumped out of your head, leaving you dumb and willing to let them do anything to you. ony noticed how glossed over your eyes became when you looked at him, the subtle clench of your thighs when eren wrapped an arm around your shoulders. They werent dumb, they knew they were attractive and knew you found them attractive, even if you were too scared to admit it yourself.
Inwardly you had a dilemma, unable to choose between which one you wanted more. eren was forward and had a boyish charm to him while ony was more laid back and quiet. Both left your thighs shaking every night after you'd spend hours playing with your little cunny, pretending it was one of their dicks instead of your fingers.Â
It was embarrassing having to look them in the eye knowing just hours earlier you had your finger rubbing circles on your clit, moaning out both of their names.
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The day of the barbecue came and you rushed to find the perfect outfit, stressed under the pressure of wanting to look pretty for them. You settled on a tan yellow maxi dress. One that clung to your figure and accentuated your curves nicely. It was a perfect contrast to your skin tone, making your brown skin pop. You paired the dress with white sandals and pulled your curly, box braids up into a barbie ponytail. After glossing your lips and fluffing your lashes, you packed your purse and headed off to erenâs house. He texted you some instructions on how to walk from your home to his, but you found yourself getting lost; so he opted to facetime you and direct you instead.Â
Once you got there, you noticed it was pretty packed, a decent amount of people spilling out of his large country style home. He walked through the crowd to find you, pulling you into a warm hug. âThere's my girlâ
âSo many people here ârenâ you pouted looking around and the people surrounding his backyard pool.
ââits like this every yearâ he chuckled, taking your hand and leading you to a seated area under a large oak tree where ony was perched on a lounge chair, a red solo cup in hand.Â
âony!!â you squealed, letting go of erenâs hand to plop on his lap and hug him.
âhi princessâ he squeezed you close, leaving a peck on your forehead. âhappy you could make itâ he gave you that handsome smile, white teeth on display as he leaned his head back to take a look at you.Â
They both looked sooo good today, eren in his loose green swimming trunks with his washboard abs on display and ony in some basketball shorts and black t-shirt.Â
They chatted you up for a while, ony handing you some juice and a plate piled with grilled meat and mac and cheese. you scarfed it down, eyes closed because each bite was just sooo good. they watched, amused by the theatrics you put on while eating. you didnât even notice they stopped eating just to watch you suck the sauce off your fingers, their mind flooding with filthy thoughts of what that mouth could do.Â
The barbecue was really fun. You were able to meet some new people in town and exchange numbers with a couple girls you could hang out with. You spent most of your time under the tree though, talking to whoever walked by. Time flew so fast you didn't even realize it had already become dark until you saw groups of people leaving. At some point eren and ony had left you side, going to mingle with people which you didn't mind. That was until you saw them talking to two girls near the back door. They were pretty, real classic country beauties; one with blond hair and the other a brunet. They were laughing about something and that pissed you off. What was so funny? And why didn't they invite you to come talk.Your chest was tingling with jealousy, what were those two bitches doing chatting up your men. It was embarrassing to admit it but you were jealous. Your mind, a very fragile thing, was filling with paranoid thoughts. Did they like those girls? What about you? Were they just playing with you because you were the new girl? You really like both of them and whatever y'all had going on, you didn't want it to be some meaningless fling. Already you were crying, bottom lip wobbling and fat tears rolling down your face.Â
eren, looking up from the girl he was talking to, catching you out of the corner of his eye. His chest panging with pain at the sight of your crying. He quickly ended the conversation to go to your side, ony following after. He kneeled beside you, hand moving to cup your cheek.
âAngel, what's wrong?â he cooed, eyebrows knit with worry. ony standing on your other side, his reassuring hand rubbing circles on your back. You raised your head to look at eren, eyes watery and face fallen.Â
âA-are they you guyâs girlfriends?â you asked meekly and they looked at each other, confused.Â
âGirlfriends?â ony asked, perplexed. âBaby, we don't have any girlfriends.â
âO-oh, well i just saw you with those girls and i thoughtâŚâ your voice trailed off, looking down at your feet. eren signed, thumb wiping away your tears. âMama, theyâre just our friends⌠you're the only one we want.âÂ
âYou mean that?â you asked
âOf course we mean thatâ ony answered softly, reaching down to pick you up. He held you princess style in his strong arms, pushing past the last few people outside to take you in, eren trailing behind. He took you up the stairs and into the master bedroom, placing you on erenâs black, silk sheets.Â
âHow âbout we prove it to you, hm?â ony said, his voice low and sultry.
You gulped, arousal pooling in your stomach. His eyes were dark, swimming with lust, face inches from yours. You shyly nodded, biting your bottom lip.Â
âUse your words, princessâ eren spoke, santuring towards you.
âY-yes⌠pleaseâ you whispered.
âGood girl~â ony growled. âNow lean back.â
You did as you were told, leaning back while eren climbed on the bed. He seated himself behind you, his head on the headboard and his arms pulling you between his thighs. onys hands went to your thighs, pulling them apart and pushing up your dress. You lifted your hips, making it easier for him to bunch the fabric around your waist. âRaise your armsâ eren whispered in your ear and you obeyed, allowing him to pull off your dress while ony tugged your panties off. You whimpered in embarrassment, watching as ony slid a thick finger between the chubby lips of your slick pussy. âSuch a pretty pussy mama, you've been hiding this from us?â He mumbled, lips lowering to leave a kiss on your throbbing clit. He used his fingers to spread your lips, moaning at how your hole clenched around nothing. âFuck, sooo pretty.â he groaned. His tongue darted out to lick a long, flat, stripe up your pussy, leaving you mewling in eren's lap. eren's hand cupped the mounds of your breasts, his warm breath tickling your ear as he spoke. âYou like the feeling of his tongue, baby? Like the way ony sucks on your clit?â you moaned, nodding your head and gasping. eren fingers tweak your nipples, his lips pressed to your neck and trailing hot kisses up it. You feel his bulge pushing into your back; his hips slowly grinding against you. ony didn't let up, his tongue alternating between flicking your clit and sliding in your sweet hole. He thrusted his tongue slowly, leaving you arching your back and moaning loudly. Your thighs caged his head in, squeezing tight when you felt his hot lips wrap around your bud and suck. âD-daddy please!â you whined, warm pleasure coursing through your body. You felt your stomach knot up, hips jerking upwards and grinding into his mouth. His hand slapped your thigh, fingers gripping your soft flesh hard and pulling them apart, He lifted his head to look at you with faux disappointment. âGreedy thing, can't even let daddy enjoy his meal.â â âm sorry daddyâ you cried out, eyes rolling back at the feeling of his mouth swallowing your pussy whole. ony made out with your cunny, two fingers delving into your hole to stretch you out. You screamed, feeling the knot in your stomach about to snap. âGonna cum! gonna cum!â you whimpered, your whole body humming with pleasure. ony sucked on your clit harder, thrusting his fingers faster, coaxing your high out of you. âThat's it baby, cum on daddyâ eren muttered, his hand cupping your face and turning it to the side so he could kiss you. He slid his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moans as your body tensed. You felt a wave of please crash into you, your body thrashing and writhing. ony drank down your release, his fingers moving to rub tight circles on your clit while his lips cupped your hole, sucking out your yummy cream and licking up the rest. âMmmm taste so sweet, mama.â he groaned, licking his lips. âCanât take it, need to feel that tight pussy.âÂ
ony flipped you over, cursing at the visual of your ass bouncing. He reached down to position you on your knees, hand pushing your back into a deep arch. eren spread his thighs, working his pants off and letting his length slap his lower chest. Your mouth watered, eyes locked on the flushed red tip of his dick. It was so pretty, standing at 7 inches long, with crazy girth. You gasped feeling the bulbous tip of onyâs dick poking your hole. He pushed in slowly, âfuuuuucckkkâ he moaned lowly, âpretty pussyâs sucking me in so good, angel.â He pushed more in, slowly feeding you inches of his deliciously thick girth. You reached an arm back to put your hand on his stomach. âtoo muchhhâ you whined and he grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it and using it as leverage to push the rest of his dick all the way in. You screamed, falling forward into erenâs lap, his dick slapping your cheek. eren grinned down at you, cupping a hand under your chin to raise your head. âaweee, is it too much? canât take it?â he mocked you, grabbing his dick with his other had to tap your plump lips with. âopen up, baby.â his dick pushed past your lips, making you gag as eren pushed your head down on his length. ony chuckled at your gagging noises, grinding his dick in your pussy. He gave you a couple shallow thrusts, hands gripping your waist to slowly pull you back on his cock. âsheâs so fucking tight ârenâ ony moaned out and eren nodded. âYeah, perfect throats sucking my dick so well.â you were a sobbing mess, tears wetting your cheeks as you bobbed your head on erenâs dick. erens hand never left your head, the large thing wrapped around your ponytail while he rolled his hips. You whined, moans muffled by spit and precum. ony wasnât any better, now snapping his hips faster, hands moving to grip your ass cheeks and spread them. He looked down at where you two met, watching the way your pussy sucked in his fat dick. He let out a deep guttered moan, eyes locked on the creamy ring covering his dick every time he thrusted in. He felt your walls tightening around him, legs shaking while he thrusted harder into you. âyou like when i fuck this greedy pussy? hmm? sucking me in like youâve never had dick beforeâ he spat. you moaned around erens dick, sending shivers up his spine. He began thrusting faster into your mouth, closing his eyes as his mouth hung open. âshit princess, keep sucking baby, just like that.â tears pooled onto the sheets as your throat closed around his dick, stars dotting your vision at the lack of air. your whole body was on fire, pleasure spiking your body from all angles. You felt onys thrusts stutter the more your walls clamped and fluttered around him. you were so close to cumming, small hands balled in fists on the sheets as your stomach tightened. âsheâs bout to cum ârenâ ony announced. âme tooâ eren moaned out. âcum baby, let me feel that juicy pussy squirt.â with his words you felt yourself unravel, body trembling with pleasure while erens hip snapped faster into your mouth, his dick shooting ropes of cum deep into your throat. you felt warm liquid trailing down your thighs, it spraying all over the sheets and coated onys thighs. ony groaned, snapping his hips faster as he chased his own high. you swallowed erens cum, sucking in air and coughing as soon as he released your head and pulled his dick out your mouth. ony leaned down to hook his arms under your arms, his chest flat on your back while he rutted into you wildly. You cried loudly as he thrusted sloppily. He trailed heated kisses down your neck as he came deep in your womb. His deep, low moans singing like music in your ears as he thrusted a couple more times, emptying himself fully in you. âperfect, perfect little pussyâ he said between kisses. after a last thrust he pulled out, chest heaving as he looked up at eren and smirked âyou gotta try it eren, pussy almost killed me.â you whined at the statement, embarrassed.Â
âmy turnâ eren said, pushing ony off of you. He shuffled on the bed, positioning you on your side, your back to his chest. His strong arm went to lift your thigh as his dick, still hard, grinding through your swollen lips. You whined, eyes barely open and head full of nothing. âShhh, mâgonna make you feel so good, princessâ eren cooed. He slid his dick through your lips a couple times before sinking all the way into your hot pussy. You hiccuped a sob, body twitching as he began thrusting slowly. âFuck baby, its soo tightâ eren moaned out, already speeding up his thrusts. Ony laid on the other side of you, sliding down the bed so he could face your cunny as eren thrusted in. He wrapped his lips around your overworked clit, sucking harshly. You threw your head back, resting it on eren as he pistoned into you. You were so overwhelmed by the pleasure, tongue lolling out your mouth as your brain completely melted. Your hand went to grip onys hair, choking out moans and sobs. Your cries only fueled them, making ony suck harder and eren thrust faster. eren's hand snaked under your body to wrap around your neck, squeezing lightly. âPoor things already going dumb over some cockâ he teased. Your body was humming with pleasure, already feeling yourself being sucked into another orgasm. You cried out erenâs name, hand gripping harder on onyâs hair. He released your clit with pop, fingers taking over as he kissed up your stomach. âCumminnngggâ you choked out, tears staining your cheeks as another orgasm ripped through your weak body. Your walls clamped around eren's dick and he cursed lowely. âThat's it baby, let it all outâ ony growled, his fingers still rubbing tight circles on your clit as you squirted for a second time. âSuch a sensitive pussyâ eren said breathlessly, chasing his own high. He squeezed your neck harder, loving the way it made your pussy clamp down harder on his dick. âFuck, im bout to cum babyâ the growled, his thrusts sloppy and off beat as he orgasmed. He moaned out your name, emptying himself in you and grinding his dick deeper. Your body shuddered, your belly warming up with the sensation of his hot cum filling you to the brim. He released your neck, chest heaving as your body slumped in his arms. âSuch a good girlâ ony reassured you, scooting up the bed so he could cup your sleepy face. Your eyes hazy and unfocused stared back at him as he smiled. He dipped his head to to kiss your lips softy. eren slowly pulled out, hissing at the slight overstimulation. His large hands caressed your side as he kissed your neck. âYou did so good for us princess, letting us use that sensitive pussy.â he whispered. âT-tank you papaâ you slurred out, body feeling heavy. âIts okay baby, rest.â ony quietly said, kissing your cheek as you closed your eyes. You felt safe sandwiched between them, relaxed and fucked out.
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Steph's new roommate's little brother was absolutely a meta.
The two of them weren't really trying particularly hard to hide it, but they weren't mentioning it either, so Steph just... followed their lead. Especially because Jazz, while a little neurotic, was a pretty good roommate and new some truly innovative things to make in the microwave with whatever was in their dorm fridge.
But anyway, back to the meta thing. Steph could totally back it up.
Jazz was from the Midwest somewhere, one of the "I" states. (Indiana? Illinois? Iowa? Steph could never keep them straight.) From the way Jazz talked about her parents and the things she said to Danny, Steph could tell that the Fentons still lived there and Danny with them. Yet at least four nights out of seven, without fail, Steph would come home from a long night studying or vigilante-ing to find Danny in their dorm room, usually passed out on the futon. As though Gotham wasn't halfway across the country from Indiana or Illinois or Iowa.
"Our parents are pretty loud," Jazz explained with a quiet grimace, the first time it happened. "Like 'keep you awake at all hours of the night' loud. I told Danny he could sleep here when he needs to, is that okay? Tucker's parents are great, but they'll kick him out eventually."
"As a sleep-deprived college kid, I wholeheartedly support sleeping wherever you can get it," Steph whispered back. "As long as he doesn't eat my half of the food, I'm not gonna tattle to the RA."
"Thank you thank you thank you!" Jazz squealed, flapping her hands. Steph darted a glance at the teenager passed out on their futon, but he didn't even twitch. "Oh, don't worry, you have to be loud enough to wake the dead to get Danny up," Jazz said with a smirk.
"Alright. Makes things easier, I suppose," Steph said with a shrug, moving to sling her backpack onto her bunk. "He gonna be here in the morning?"
Jazz narrowed her eyes as though Elder Sister Glare could penetrate dreams. Hell, maybe it could. "He'll be at school before you wake up, if he knows what's good for him."
School. Which should be halfway across the country. Sure. Well, Steph could recognize a topic that Simply Wasn't Spoken About and unlike the rest of the Bats, she actually respected her roommate's personal privacy. "Cool."
So. Definitely a meta. Teleportation, maybe? Or superspeed or flying, she supposed. Whatever it was, the kid was clearly only using it to get a good night's rest in a safe space, so it wasn't really Steph's business.
At least neither of them had noticed she was a vigilante. It was an impressive secret to keep in such close quarters, if Steph did say so herself.
~*~
Jazz had clocked that Stephanie was Spoiler in a week and a half. And it only took her that long because she was distracted by orientation. The girl wasn't exactly subtle. Especially not with her injuries. Jazz had three years of experience watching someone come home injured and try to hide it, and while she was better than Danny, it still wasn't good enough.
Still, Steph wasn't making a big deal of Danny portalling into their dorm half of every week. And, like she had with Danny, Jazz wanted Steph to trust her enough to tell her herself.
And if this meant that Jazz spent a good portion of her first semester figuring out the rest of the Bats' identities based on Steph's friends and acquaintances, well. That was between her and Steph's scary-but-sweet girlfriend who read her like a book as soon as their eyes met.
#dpxdc#danny phantom#jazz fenton#danny fenton#dc comics#batman#stephanie brown#spoiler#i just think it would be funny for jazz and steph to be roommates#and jazz to know exactly what's happening#and steph to have a pretty good idea#and they just Never Fucking Talk About It#my writing#original
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"In a historic move Friday [November 8, 2024], Sacramento State announced its new Native American College, a first of its kind in the California State university system.Â
The college, a co-curricular institution housed at Sacramento State, will support Native-based education with a focus on leadership and career building. It will offer a diverse range of programs that integrate "tribal values, traditions and community engagement," according to a press release.Â
This marks Sacramento State's second ethnic-based institution. The university launched the the nation's first Black Honors college earlier this year.Â
The announcement was made at the California State Capitol by President Luke Wood and Dr. Annette Reed, an enrolled member and citizen of the Tolowa Dee-ni' Nation, who will be the first dean of the Native American College.Â
Reed said students will have access to faculty mentors, advisors, outreach coordinators and more who have the expertise to work closely with Native American students and can support them holistically.Â
She hopes this historic initiative will address low enrollment of Native students pursuing higher education across the state and in the country. Native American students face significant barriers to enrolling in higher education, such as financial constraints, feelings of isolation, historical trauma and lack of culturally relevant curriculum.Â
"And so I'm hoping this impacts the students where they go through as a cohort. They can create networks, they can be able to have more of a support system going through and beginning together and hopefully graduating at the end together," Reed said.
Reed recalled taking her first class on Native American studies in 1980. She would later on serve as the director of Native American studies at Sacramento State and chair of the Department of Ethnic Studies. For her, advocating for Native American education was a natural top priority.Â
"People always ask me, 'What is Native American studies?' It is history. It is looking at culture. It's looking at teaching sovereignty, federal Indian law. It's teaching social work, art. It's teaching about Native cultural expression, it can be literature," Reed said.Â
The Native American College will introduce two new courses, according to Reed, which will be focused on Native American leadership.Â
"It means that maybe some of the ones that start in Fall 2025 will end up here at the Capitol. Maybe they'll end up being the future senators or assembly people or the future of people in business. They might be leading our nation as tribal chairs, they might be going into the medical field," Reed said. "But whatever field they go into, leadership is really key."Â
Students who want to be in the Native American College can apply after being accepted into the university's general application process. All students will be required to minor in Native American Studies, with an emphasis on Native American leadership."
-via ABC 10, November 8, 2024
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Uranus in Solar Return Charts
Can we please stop associating Uranus with break ups or sudden horrible news in SRC????? Like this planet represents sudden change and unexpected news, yet it doesn't necessarily means it's bad, hold your horses. I'm so pissed at seeing only bad and negative observations about Uranus in Solar Returns, I decided to explain how Uranus actually play in your life yearly with my own SRC.
Anytime I had Uranus somewhere in my SRC, it mostly represented something that changed very suddenly.
Uranus 9H= I was going on trips very suddenly, unexpectedly but had good memories. Ruler of the 9H was Aries (fast trips/ week ends) and it was in 12H (trips). Ruler also conjuncted Juno and I was mostly doing these trips with my ex.
Uranus 6H= "funny" thing is that I had this placement during COVID time, and I was still at college, so my routine was def changed suddenly when we had to learn from home 100%.
Uranus 11H= This placement was in the same house as Chiron, and I suffered from losing friends this year. It was my first year of college and I didn't have many friends. Yet, sudden change since I met my best friend this year too! Moreover, 9H Ruler was Uranus and I was entering College, which created a huge change in my relationships since I met a lot of my current friends there. I also had a specific internet friend who helped me a lot that year.
Uranus 3H= This was tricky to understand at first, yet I remember this year I moved to country side of my country and was cut from seeing my friends, etc. So I was very much online in general and I was trying to meet more friends online. I indeed met my FS online this year (3H ruler in 7H) and it was very sudden!
Uranus 12H= This one was def harsh for me. I was moving abroad, living in a completely different culture than mine and honestly, I felt very lonely there. It was a true experience to have yet I was crying often. Yet, I also learned how to be more independent and enjoyed this alone time I had, to have more freedom and I appreciated to be by myself.
Uranus 10H= This is the placement I had this year lol. People said it means being fired from your job (why so negative) but that didn't happen lmao. My Natal 10H stellium would never. Though! This placement was exactly what it meant: me leaving "normal jobs", to get into a less conventional one. I was entering a liberal job, and something being online. This idea also came in a very unexpected way.
Uranus 7H= This is the placement I have for my next SRC, which is very soon! Many people associate this with breakup and tbh why not, Uranus meaning big big changes and sudden ones can actually transform this way. Yet, I am not in a relationship. And Rulers are def something to look at. I def think it means more sudden things happening in your relationships, and unexpected change. Things can change very fast or happen very fast. Ruler of the 7H is in 10H, and being Venus, I don't think it means a break up. Rather, 7H ruler in 10H can be an official and serious relationship. So this can translate either meeting someone and being in a relationship with them quite suddenly or being in a relationship with someone quite unexpectedly.
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Olâ College Try (18+)
Synopsis: UCLA!Jessie x UCLA!reader You and Jessie finally have bedrooms no longer in a dorm room, meaning you finally have the chance to explore a new step in your physical relationship using a strap on.
Warnings: SMUT (18+), first time using a strap on smut, its a little awkward and clumsy, strap on (R Receiving), Oral sex (R receiving), little bit of frustration and embarrassment, language.
WC: 3.9k
A/N: Hi, I haven't posted smut in months, literally since July, I sort of fell out of the mood for writing it, I'm working on getting back into it but we'll see. Iâll also be honest, I finished writing this and couldnât bear the idea of rereading it so Iâm sure thereâs errors, I apologize.
âYou have to promise not to laugh when I turn around.â You rolled your eyes behind your girlfriendâs back at her sudden change from confident to less than, all due to some silicone and leather.
âI wonât babe, I promise, just come over here.â
âI feel like it looks weird.â You watch as Jessie swivels her head to peek at you over her shoulder. You had been watching the way her arms and back moved as she maneuvered.
âYou can take it off if youâre not comfortable.â You reassure her from where you were laying on the bed, blanket pulled up around your chest, you were shirtless and had been okay until Jessieâs warmth had left as she moved off the bed, suddenly feeling chilly.
âNo, I want to at least try, itâs just new and different. Whatâs that saying they have? âGive it the old college try?ââ
You smile at your girlfriend âI think itâs technically âOlâ not âoldâ but yeah babe, itâs okay if youâre nervous, I am a bit.â You admit. You and Jessie have been dating since the third month of sophomore year at UCLA, now upperclassmen, you were able to move off campus and you each had your own apartments just a few minutes from each other. With the new living location came new bedrooms, bedrooms that werenât shared with another student, bedrooms that didnât have a lofted twin size bed, bedrooms that didnât have paper thin walls.
You both had returned to school early for pre-season, her for soccer and you for cross country meaning when you werenât at practice, your roommates werenât home and the two of you had a lot of free time. No classes, assignments, projects, or other school responsibilities had started yet. Reveling in your reunion after spending the summer apart, you and Jessie had found yourselves making up for lost time, often in the sheets of each other's beds. Which led to you the other day texting Jessie, being too shy to ask in person, asking if sheâd want to try using a strap on you. She had quickly agreed before telling you to send her what you wanted and sheâd buy it.
You had been eager to try it, testing out new waters in your relationship. Jessie had giggled when you opened your front door for her this morning, she held a bag out to you with a silly grin. âI feel like everyone can tell whatâs in the bag.â She said as you opened the top, peering in to look at the toy. You sweetly rolled your eyes at your girlfriendâs bashfulness, taking the bag from her hand.
It wasnât long after she arrived that the two of you were in your bed, Jessieâs body weight holding you firmly to the mattress as she kissed you.
You kissed her back hard, enjoying the feeling of Jessieâs hands roaming your body while yours ran up and down her sides. The two of you made out, quickly losing your shirts, throwing back your head as Jessieâs lips came to rest on your neck.
âDonât, Iâve got photos tomorrow.â You gently remind her as you start to feel her start to suck on the skin. A dejected noise falls from Jessieâs lips as she releases the suction, causing them to vibrate slightly against you. She moves on, kissing down your chest to give attention to your breasts. Your fingers tangle themselves in her hair, pulling gently, gaining a hum of appreciation from Jessie this time. The longer you make out the more impatient you get, starting to grind up into Jessie, trying to hint to her you were ready to move on.
Jessie finally climbs off of you and heads toward where you had placed the bag earlier on the chair in your room, beginning to mess around with the harness and toy, leading to now where sheâs shyly peeking over her shoulder at you with the harness fastened around her waist and thighs.
When she finally turns around to face you, your eyes drop to her waist and your stomach clenches at the sight, your beautiful girlfriend and between her legs the bright blue toy. It somehow looked larger sitting against her body.
âCome âere.â You wave her over, hoping to boost her confidence back up as you can see the way she avoids eye contact with you. She crawls onto the bed, waiting for a moment before moving over to you.. As she leans over the toy sticking out pokes you in the stomach. âHey!â You quickly move your hand down to grab it, moving it away from jabbing into you.
âOops sorry, I didnât think about that, not used to having anything there.â She says, laughing slightly as she looks down to see your hand holding it. âHand on let me just.â She says before pulling the toy to be flush against her stomach.
With the toy no longer separating you, she leans down, finally reconnecting your lips. She kisses you for a moment before letting her hand trail between your legs, her fingers moving the cloth of your panties to the side. You sigh as her fingers begin to work between your legs, collecting your arousal before coming to your clit to rub slow circles. She continues touching you, pulling small noises of appreciation and approval from you as her fingers work.
âJessie, come on.â Whining into her ear and bucking your hips she finally gets the message and pulls her hand back.
âWhat, are you ready?â Jessie pulls away from your lips.
âYeah, I guess.â You could feel a small pit of nerves growing in your stomach, youâd hadnât done this before, you trusted Jessie, she wouldnât intentionally hurt you or make you uncomfortable, but it was new to both of you. You make a quick movement to remove your underwear before tossing it to the side and putting your legs back on either side of Jessie.
Jessie sits back on her knees, hand falling to the base of the toy. Her other hand comes up to rest on your inner thigh, pushing it slightly outward, her eyes falling between your legs. A smile comes across her face and you have to look away for a second from her intense stare.
âHand me that.â Jessie points to the bottle of lube sitting next to your head on the bedside table. You grab it, passing it to her and watching as she opens the bottle, pouring on the liquid. She brings her hand down to begin spreading it. âOh, itâs kind of cold.â She looks at her hand for a moment, rubbing her fingers together before adding âand slimey.â The bottle gets returned to the side table and Jessie slides herself closer to you, the tip resting on your stomach.
âJust go slow.â You say, putting your hands around her shoulders and lacing your fingers together behind her head.
âI will.â She nods down at you before breaking eye contact to look down where her hips rested between your thighs. Jessie maneuvers and you feel the toy now sitting against your core. She moves it around again before looking up at you quickly then back down, adjusting her hips again causing the toy to move. You feel the tip of the toy bump against a place you definitely didnât want it going. âWait.â You push against Jessieâs chest and she looks up, nervously. âUm, higher up, thatâs the wrong-â
âOh my god.â Jessie immediately inches backwards from you. âIâm sorry.â You watch as she drops her head in embarrassment. âI know where it is with my fingers.â She mumbles to herself, her confidence slipping away more and more the longer she has the appendage on.
âBabe, itâs fine, here Iâll help.â You reach down to where the strap hung gently grasping just above where Jessieâs own hand was wrapped around the girth. You take the tip, letting it glide across your clit before beginning to move it downward slowly. âThere.â You gently push the tip into yourself before removing your hand placing it onto Jessieâs shoulder. âGo ahead.â You say looking up at your girlfriend who still had a hint of fear in her eyes.
She gives you a small nod and you watch her body begin to move and you feel the pressure of her hips angling forward, the toy beginning to push inside. You can tell by her gaze that she's unsure of what sheâs doing, watching you for approval. âIs this fine?â
âYeah, Iâm good, keep going babe.â You nod up at her. She gives you a quick smile before her concentration face returns, her eyebrows furrowed and her bottom lip being tightly bit between her teeth, her eyes wander to where the two of you are connected, still moving her hips towards you ever so slightly. You bite your lip, starting to feel a larger stretch as Jessie continues to push forward. It wasnât painful, but there was a definite tightness as Jessie bottomed out.
It takes a moment but Jessieâs hips finally are flush to yours and you can feel the fabric of the harness against your legs. Lying there you try your best to relax your muscles, still feeling a little nervous and unfamiliar with what was happening. You're unsure of where to put your legs, did you leave them lying on the bed? Should you bend them, put them around her waist maybe?
âDoes it hurt?âJessie looks between where your hips touch and back up to your face.
âNot exactly, it's just bigger than your fingers.â Your eyes trail to her hands that lay on either side of your waist, Jessie had good fingers, long, thick, but nowhere near the girth of the toy.
âJust let me know when youâre ready.â
âYeah, maybe try pulling back a bit.â Your fingers dig into her shoulders, anticipating discomfort when she pulls back, only finding it to be not uncomfortable, just weird.
âRight, okay.â You watch, her face still contorted in confusion and concentration. She slowly shifts her hips backward again, just a small amount and the drag of the toy inside of you has you sighing, a noise that causes Jessie to freeze. âAre you alright?â
âIâm good babe, keep going.â You encourage her, giving her shoulder a squeeze, before letting your nails gently rake along the skin of her back. She pushed back in the small amount she had pulled out before pushing back in again.
Jessie slowly pulls back again, this time she drops her head, watching the toy slide out of you. You can see her eyes widen in amazement as she watches.
âLike what you see?â Bringing your hand to her chin you gently pull her face up to watch as she blushes.
âYeah, itâs good, itâs hot.â She says looking up at you. Jessie gets lost looking at you for a moment, her hips stalling for a bit before she picks up her motion again.
âYou can try going faster, or maybe harder?â Youâre not fully sure whatâs going to feel good. Jessie nods, her curls bouncing in front of her face. Her face is trying to mask a level of uncertainty. âDonât be so nervous babe, itâs just me.â You bring a hand up to her rosy cheeks, hoping the gentle touch of your fingers will reassure her again.
âI just donât want to hurt you.â The sincerity in Jessie's voice is cute you think, she was really worried about hurting you more than anything. You also knew her concerns would likely prevent her from fully letting herself go, it would take some time and practice.
âYou wonât, fuck me like you mean it.â
Her eyes widen at your vulgar ask before a small smirk comes across her face as she looks at you. She drops to her forearms, her chest meeting yours as she ruts harder into you. Her strokes become firm, a loud noise of her hips meeting yours fills the room for a second before you start hearing Jessieâs ragged breathing in your ear.
âOh, fuck Jess.â Your words spur her on, she pushes herself up again, thrusting faster, using the full length of the toy.
You get lost in the sensation, letting small moans of pleasure fall from your mouth. Muffling your moans Jessie kisses you hard as she continues to speed up her movements. Her trusts are a bit uncoordinated, a hard one, followed by some quick ones, sheâd then slow down, then some shallow, some deep. It wasnât bad by any means, just unpredictable.
You feel Jessie pull slightly too far out, the tip falling toward the bed but notice she thrusts her hips forward. You bring a hand to her waist giving her a gentle push âHang on, you slipped out.â
âFuck, Iâm sorry.â
âDonât be, itâs fine.â
âIâm not good at this.â You watch as she starts to frown, the little bit of confidence she had gained a moment ago dwindling.
âItâs the first time Jess, itâs okay.â Your fingers draw lazy circles across her back, feeling goosebumps arise on her skin.
âDoes it even feel good?â
âI mean,â you hesitate, not knowing how to exactly answer. Before you can clarify why you hesitated, Jessie talks.
âIâm sorry.â
âNo baby itâs not you. I think Iâm nervous, and itâs just something new, and it feels good but not in the mind blowing orgasm way,â you pause looking up at Jessie, you didnât want to take a hit to her ego. âItâs good though, just like you being inside of me, itâs nice.â You blush as the words come from your mouth, having to break your gaze with Jessie.
âOkay. Do you want me to keep going?â
âYeah, for a bit maybe? But, can you add more lube please.â
Jessie gives you a smile and a nod, reaching onto the bedside table and adding the liquid onto the toy. When Jessie begins to move again she gently runs the head of the toy across your core, letting it bump against your clit, causing your breath to hitch. You feel the tip at your entrance again and you nod at Jessie when she looks up confirming sheâs in the right spot.
Thereâs a different sensation when she pushes into you this time, you feel as though youâre filled again just how you should be, not even realizing how empty you felt before. You let out a sigh of relief.
âGood?â Jessie cocks an eyebrow at you, you can see the slight smirk across her face, pleased with the reaction you had from her movement.
âMmmhm.â You hum up at her with a nod.
Jessie lowers her body onto yours, causing the strap to shift deeper inside of you, as the warmth from her chest comes to rest on yours. It feels close, intimate, her body covering yours, your legs wrapped around her back, her face tucked tightly into the nape of your neck. You can hear her heavy breathing as she picks up again thrusting into you. In this position her thrusts are slower but more even, less sporadic, she has more control.
As you go to wrap your arms around Jessieâs back, her hands find yours first. She takes both of her hands interlacing your fingers and bringing them up to rest by the sides of your head.
With each thrust into you Jessie gives your hands a gentle squeeze. Itâs a simple gesture, holding hands with Jessie but in the context, itâs overwhelming. âI love you.â You hear her mumble against your skin before she places a kiss.
âI love you.â
After a couple thrusts, Jessie releases one of her hands from yours and brings it between your bodies, she fumbles around before her fingers find your clit and she begins rubbing circles in time with her thrusts. âIs this okay?â
You suck in a breath, the mixture of Jessieâs fingers and the feeling of being full is a new sensation, one your body is still trying to process. You focus on her fingers, fingers that knew your body well, they knew what you liked, what made you feel good and that's what they were doing, making you feel good. âThat's good baby.â
Despite the added pleasure from Jessieâs fingertips, you can tell you wonât cum from this. Too in your head about the toy, the newness, the unfamiliar territory, it had you slightly on edge and not the edge you wanted to be on.
âJess.â You say gently, you hoped telling her wasnât going to make her feel inadequate.
âYeah?â She picks her head up from your neck, you can see the small sheen of sweat on her forehead, her baby hairs stuck to it.
âThis feels good, I promise, I just donât think itâs going to, ya know, get me there.â You cringe as you say the words, worried about what her reaction might be.
âOh.â Her expression is surprised for a moment before her face falls, appearing disappointed. âIâm sorry.â
âNo, no, babe itâs not your fault.â Holding her head in your hands you caress her cheeks. You think about what to say. If you mention you donât feel comfortable enough, sheâd blame herself for that though, it had nothing to do with her but Jessie always put her performance, in school, on the field, or in bed, on herself, even if it wasnât her fault. You had to choose your words carefully with her. âItâs not you I promise. Itâs me, Iâm just not, I think itâs just Iâm not used to there being something inside, itâs good, just new and Iâm not quite used to it enough.â
Jessie nods in your hands but doesnât say anything. You pull her down bringing her ear to your mouth. âBaby, you always make me feel so good, this is no different, you can still make me cum without the strap, thatâs even better when you think about it, you donât need a toy, itâs all you Jess.â Releasing the hold on her, she sits back up, careful not to move the toy around too much while still inside of you. âYou always make me feel good babe.â You groan out as Jessie moves to trail her tongue down the side of your neck.
âShould I pull out?â Jessie asks, looking down at her waist.
âYeah go ahead.â You try and relax as she pulls her hips back, pulling until the toy falls out. You notice Jessie's attention being pulled down to where the toy was now. âHey.â She looks back up at you with a small half smile. âItâs okay Jess.â You pull her by the chin, bringing her mouth to yours, the toy sticking into your stomach again as she tries to lean over to kiss you. She giggles as her hand again reaches to press the strap up against her abdomen.
The two of you kiss, her tongue gently running over yours, softly pulling on your bottom lip with her teeth, causing you to let out a deep moan. She kisses your cheek, down to your jaw and up to place a sloppy kiss just below your earlobe.
âCan I eat you out?â She whispers following it with a couple more kisses down your neck.
âPlease baby.â Your voice comes out more needy and wanting than you expected. You can feel her smirk against your neck and she continues to kiss across your chest, teasing you ever so slightly, taking her time moving down your body.
âCome on Jess.â Your hands find their way to her shoulders and you gently push her down where she was already headed, between your legs. She gives in, letting you push her between your legs. As she goes to lay down, the toy catches on the bed, preventing her from being able to fully lay down.
âFuck this.â Jessie says sitting up and scrambling off the bed to remove the harness. You laugh at your girlfriendâs frustration with the toy as she pulls and fiddles with the various straps, until the harness loosens and falls off her waist. âNot funny.â Jessie grumbles, placing the toy onto the nightstand.
She wastes no time climbing back between your legs, her hands picking up your thighs and bringing them over her shoulders. She brings her face to your core, her tongue beginning to lick long strokes, appreciating your taste and the feeling of having her mouth back on you. She hums into you. Giving you a few more long licks, Jessie begins to pay attention to your clit.
She gives it a few flicks, her tongue firm before a slow circle around the nerves, her eyes locked on yours intensely watching as you roll them back, enjoying the feeling of her. âYouâre so good at that babe, fuck.â You watch as Jessie's eyes light up at the praise. She always liked being praised, being told she was pleasing you. You feel her increase her pressure, adding more suction with her lips, putting all of her focus onto your clit.
âGod Jess.â Jessie moans into you in appreciation of your words. Your hand finds the top of her head, running your hand through her hair before gently scratching her scalp, knowing the action spurred her on. You feel yourself finding the edge that you had been looking for, feeling the tightness in your stomach growing, the tightening of your thighs, your muscles all tensing. Your hand holds Jessie's head tight to you, your other hand fists the bedsheet tightly as you peak. Your hips thrust against Jessie's tongue, you feel her hands try to hold your hips steady to let her keep pleasing you, a groan of her name falls from your lips followed by a whine, beginning to feel the sensitivity of your post orgasm. Your hips buck a few more times, trying to escape the now gentle stimulation that Jessie was giving you to work you through your orgasm.
The grip on your hips loosens and Jessie pulls her tongue away after giving you one final featherlight lick, looking all too proud of herself and cockly when she pulls up, resting her cheek on your inner thigh.
âWhat?â you say, knowing she was just proud of herself. She always was, Jessie would get so cocky watching you fall apart from her touch.
âNothing, I just love you.â
âI love you, ya dork, come up here.â You motion for her to come kiss you and she does, resting her body weight onto you for a moment as you lips meet. You kiss for a bit before Jessie rolls off of you, lying beside you, draping an arm across your waist.
âThank you for trying that with me.â You quickly glance at the strap that was still sitting, covered in lube and your slick, on the bedside table.
âIâll try anything for you baby, I just want to make you feel good.â Jessie says as she leans up, planting a heavy kiss on your lips. âI think I just need more practice.â
âWell Iâll always be interested in practicing with you Jess.â
A/N pt 2: hereâs part 2, tumblr is being a pain and not posting it under the tags
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There's a good reason why I try not to argue publicly with anyone under 18, and it's not that I think they're inherently stupid, it's not that I think their brains are "underdeveloped", it's not that I think they can "do no wrong", it's that I never know how much freedom they actually have to think freely, or how many of their opinions are actually their own. Of course, under-18s *can be* capable of thinking for themselves and developing their own opinions, but (here in the US at least) law and culture put a lot of roadblocks on their ability to do so.
Of course parents and teachers cannot actually control the inner thoughts of the children they wield power over, but they can restrict the information that they have access to, can punish them for saying the wrong things, can cut them off from healthy diverse social groups, and can convince the child their thoughts are being monitored through religion, psychology, and other appeals to higher authority.
Thus if a random teenager says some headass shit in my mentions I have no way of knowing if these are opinions they arrived at on their own, or if they are dogmas forced on them by the people holding food and shelter over their head. If it's the latter, there's nothing to be gained from a public confrontation: people are generally unwilling to change their opinions in a direction that threatens their social support system, and they are especially unwilling to do so at the behest of an internet stranger who cannot offer alternative forms of support. If a teen is genuinely curious about my opinion (that is *if they consent* to a discussion of disagreements) and if I have the mental bandwidth for a potentially emotionally loaded conversation, yeah I'll have it, but I'm not gonna maintain any illusions about my ability to change their mind until they can find a way to live independently.
This is also why my leniency toward the not-yet-adult tends to also extend to the recently-adult. Coming up with a system of beliefs that you're actually willing to stand behind? Shit takes time, and I'm not necessarily gonna expect it of a 20-year-old who may, for all I know, have been living under conditions of near-absolute control up until their 18th birthday. Sure they may be opening their mind in college, or college may be their parents way of keeping them too occupied with busywork to develop new opinions, as they continue to hold financial support over their head. It's around their mid-twenties that I'm willing to go full gloves-off antagonistic with strangers, knowing that they've had a few years of legal and social adulthood under their belt, and that even if they're still financially dependent on their parents it's a different sort of dependence, one where they're given default legal permission to run away from home.
A lot of people are deeply uncomfortable with this line of thinking because if you look too far into the factors that influence young people's thoughts, you eventually have to start asking yourself which forces of dependency are influencing your own beliefs and opinions. Yeah, as an independent adult you may have the option to quit your job, divorce your spouse, ditch your friends, move to another country, but realistically how many of these can you accomplish at the same time? How many do you even want to? And how are all of these forces *in aggregate* setting the acceptable limits of what you're allowed to think and feel? It can be upsetting to think of yourself this way, it can be easier to think of yourself as a true free thinker and children as mindless automatons, but I urge you to think of mentally coercive environments as a continuum rather than a binary. The point is not to free yourself from all influence, but to gain the ability to see yourself as an influenced mind, and to have compassion for those dealing with all the bullshit you don't have to anymore.
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Give Me Everything | E.M x PlusSize!Reader
Anonymous requested: I was wondering if you could do a story on a plus size best friend reader.. who was asked out by a jock on a dare or who Eddie walks into her room to see her sitting on the floor upset because her favourite dress is getting tight.. and he shows her how much he loves her body even if she can't see it... Maybe with like a praise/breeding kink.. or whatever you want to do đđŤ đđ Recently went through a weight gain, and I'm so hard on myself.
AN: As a plus-size girly myself, I got you bbg. đ
CW: bestfrined!Eddie x f!reader, self-loathing, self-depreciation, weight gain, body image, Eddie is a big ol' simp, soft dom, praise, oral, p in v, breeding kink, creampies, Pet names (baby, babe, pretty girl etc.)
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When the former basketball team captain ran into you at the local bar and asked you out, you were hesitant to say yes.
Your body never bothered youâŚuntil it did. The perks, your tits never looked better; the downside was you felt big. Youâre still getting used to this new body, the body that you didnât like.
Maybe your favourite dress would be the thing to help. So you dug into the depths of your closet. It has been a while since youâve even attempted to put it on. The summer months were finally here; you could use this pick-me-up.
You stepped into the A-line skirt. So far, so good. When you tried to bring the straps up, things took a turn. It felt so tight; it dug into your soft flesh, your skin popped out around the straps, and the buttons in the front werenât even close enough together to do up. You turn to see the taught fabric surrounding your back, all lumpy with back rolls.
Silent tears start to shed as you look at yourself in the full-length mirror. You never even heard the knock on your door or the lock click when your best friend entered your home with his copy of the key. You didnât see how Eddieâs face dropped when he saw you criticizing every inch of your body. The way his heart broke when he saw your tear-stained cheeks in the reflection of the mirror.
Eddie knew you had a date. He came for moral support and to maybe convince you not to go for his own personal reasons.
He was shocked when you revealed the name of the guy who had asked you out. Jason Carver. Number one douchebag of class of â87. He thought you were joking, but you didnât grow up in Hawkins; you moved here after college. No way you would have known the country club- bible-thumping moron was his arch-nemesis all those years ago.
âY/Nâ
You jumped when the soft whisper of Eddieâs voice filled the room.
âEddie, I didnât hear you come in.â You quickly try to wipe away the tears, embarrassed that he saw you like this, looking like this.
You quickly grab your oversized t-shirt and pull it over your head to cover up your shame.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â Youâre quick to reply.
âDonât do that, you always do that. Tell me whatâs wrong.â He gently takes your hand and pulls you to the bed.
âItâs so embarrassing.â Your voice cracks, and you want to die.
âItâs me we are talking about, babe; nothing you can do is embarrassing.â
Eddie was right; you shared everything. He knew all of your deepest, darkest secrets. All of them, but this one.
You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking.
âIâm no model, Iâm not the size I useâŚâ You look down, and you are not able to finish your sentence. It hurt too much to say out loud. "Nothing fits me anymore." You mumble.
âWhat?â He stroked the back of your head, trying to calm you.
âNothing fits me anymore!â You break.
âSo we will buy new clothes.â
âThatâs not-ugh. You donât get it,â he would never understand.
âThen tell me.â
âI never used to be like this.â You gestured to yourself.
âLike what?â
âBig!â
âYouâre not bigâ
âEddie⌠stop. I am⌠I just wanted to put on my favourite dress to feel better about myself, but now it doesnât fit me anymore.â You sniffle.
âY/N.â your name fell off of Eddieâs lips-laced with such sorrow.
âAnd now I have to find something to wear for this date in two hours, and I have nothing. I donât even know if I like the guy, but heâs the first one who asked me out in a year, and I just wanted to feel pretty⌠to feel wanted... desired.â
âYou are pretty; you are beautiful.â
âYouâre just saying that.â your mouth speaks, but you can't ignore the butterflies that come with those words.
âNo,â he shook his head. âYouâre the most beautiful person Iâve ever met.â Eddie poured his heart out.
âYou have to say that- youâre just trying to make me feel better.
âIâm really not, and if Jason doesnât see that, then he doesnât deserve to go out with you.â He shuffled closer to you. âThat guy is a fucking loser! Peaked in high school. Itâs killing me that you agreed to go out with him.â
âMaybe thatâs what I deserveâŚâ
âWhat?â
"If he is the only kind of guy that wants me it's what I deserve."
"Don't you dare say that," Eddie cups your face to force you to make eye contact.
"Why on earth would you think so little of yourself?"
"Because... no one wants the big girl." your eyes glazed with tears once again.
Eddie knew he fucked up by not telling you his feelings earlier on, but he was scared.
"Let me show you how beautiful you are. Please."
"What?"
"I can't watch you go on this date without letting you know that it should have been me to ask you first. I was scared of what it would do to us, but I like you; I like you more than a friend should. I think about you all the time, and I want to show you how much you mean to me. I want you to understand that your body is the most perfect thing I have ever seen.
"Eddie I-"
"Please"
"O-okay."
Eddie crashes his lips into yours. Nothing about this is sweet. It is primal and needy, like he can finally drink you in after weeks of thirst. His hand travels to the back of your head and gently lays you back on the bed. His body is hovering over yours as your fingers tangle in his hair. He tastes like spearmint gum and cigarettes. You breathe in his woodsy cologne, giving you a head rush.
His kisses become more gentle, more calculated as the both of you begin to mould into one. Curious hands travelled under your skirt as he felt the soft skin of your thigh, bringing it up so he could get closer.
The skirt of the dress you still had on fell, exposing more of your leg, and Eddie couldn't resist taking a peek.
He rose, and you let out a soft moan at the loss of contact.
"It's okay, baby. I just needed to see you. How beautiful you are spread open for me."
That made you flush. Never have you seen this side of Eddie before. Only in your wildest fantasies could you dream of these words being spoken from his mouth.
the self-consciousness quickly set in as you needed to close your legs, but Eddie's strong hand found the meat of your inner thoughts and pried them open with ease.
"No baby, I need you to be a good girl, and keep these open. Do you think you can do that for me?" He leaned in and gently kissed your inner thigh, another part of you you've been particularly loathing lately.
"i don't know" IT was so overwhelming.
"We don't have to keep going if you don't want to... But I would be honoured if you let me have you this way." It would be the highest compliment, the most trust you put into a man.
"I want to, but im nervous." You've not shown anyone your body since the weight gain; you never wanted to. But something about Eddie made you feel safe and wanted.
"we will go slow. I want to savour every second." He smirked and you couldn't help but cover your face. Why was he making you feel so giddy?
"No, no. I need to see you, pretty girl." Eddie's rough fingers intertwined with yours as he peeled your hands away from your face.
"You can't say things like that to me!" you squeak.
"Why? dose it make your pussy feel all tingly?"
"Eddie!"
"Oh, I bet it does; you like me talking you up? Good, because so do I." His lips latched on yours once again, and his tongue made its way into your mouth before he pulled away to kiss his way down your neck until your shirt got in the way.
"Take it off." His hands slid underneath, feeling the fabric of the tight dress bunched up around your middle. This was another barrier he would need to convince you to get rid of.
"Eddie..."
"Please? I want to make you feel good." His hands inched up further and further towards your breasts.
You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh before nodding in agreement. Your hands find the hem of your shirt before slowly peeing it off, exposing your lacy bra.
"Fuck" You hear Eddie exhale above you.
When you slowly open your eyes, you see a man above you, full of lust and primal desire. A man to whom you thought never to be attracted to you, yet here he is, ready to devour you like you're his last meal.
"You're so fucking perfect." He reaches to grope you, not able to resist not touching your chest.
He can feel your pebbled nipples through the thin blue lace that hardly concealed anything. The thought that Jason was the one who might have gotten to see this instead of him drove him mad with jealousy.
You swore you heard him mumble the word 'mine' before leaning in to kiss your skin right above where the bra lay on your breast. His plump lips were so soft on your skin as his kisses turned into licks and nips through the fabric. His hands cupped and squeezed your tits as you watched him become a man possessed.
You arched your back up into Eddie as he fondled you; you can also feel how hard Eddie is becoming against your thigh.
You moaned his name, and that only made Eddie need you more.
âDo you know how badly Iâve wanted to taste you, baby?â
âNo,â your breath is sharp and shocked.
âNo?â He cocks his head, âWell, I need to get better at showing you just how much I need you.â He takes your hand and guides it to his jeans, where his cock is strained beneath.
Your eyes widen as you feel the stiff outline before you reach up to kiss him, but he pulls away, making his way down your body as he pulls down your dress, leaving you in only your matching panties and bra.
Your hands instinctively cover your stomach, but Eddie beats you to it, catching your hands mid-air and tilting his head.
âI donât think so, baby; itâs just me.â He guides your hands to rest beside your body before he tentatively moves his own hands to your inner thighs.
âYou trust me?â He continued.
You canât form words; the only thing you can do is nod your head dumbly. No one had made you feel so desired, wanted... needed.
âGood girlâ
Eddie finds his own hands pushing your legs open as far as they can go so he can see the wet patch that has formed in the gusset of your panties. A knowing smirk breaches his face as he leans forward to lay a gentle kiss on your covered pussy lips before taking a deep breath in. Your scent filled his nostrils, making you squeak with embarrassment.
âEddie!â
âCanât help myself, you smell so deliciousâŚ. Canât wait to taste you.â He hooks a finger in your panties to move them to the side.
âSo pretty,â he whispered into your lower lips before leaning a long wet kiss to your clit.
âOh god!â You cry, arching your back into him as he makes out with your pussy.
âTastes even better than you smell, baby.â
His tongue licks a long, drawn-out strip from your home to your clit, making you even wetter than before.
A mix of Eddieâs saliva and your slick coat on your inner thighs as he ravished you. The way his lips and tongue worked your clit and folds was head spinning.
âEddie! Eddie! Eddie!â You cry as your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave.
Your body shakes beneath your best friend donât let go until heâs consumed all of you.
âHoly shit,â you catch your breath. No other words came to mind as your blissed-out state takes over all of you.
âYou did such a good job fâmeâ he mumbled into your pussy before pulling back.
You see his shiny lips and chin break into a smile as he crawls back up your body to kiss you. You pull him down into you, and his body weight feels so good on top of you. You need more; you need to be closer.
âMore,â you say into the kiss.
âDonât worry, baby, Iâm not even close to being done with you.â
âEddie, please.â You whine, hardly recognizing your own voice. Youâre so full of want and need for Eddie. He is the only thing you can focus on.
âPatients, baby,â he leans back to remove his clothes.
First came his shirt and then his belt; you watched as his ring-clad fingers skilfully undid the intricate lock of the belt buckle and teased you as he slowly undid his pants.
Your hands travelled up your chest, and you played with your nipples to entice Eddie to move faster, but he was savouring the moment. He wasnât going to give in to your tricks; he had been waiting too long for this moment to not make it last.
"You're so pretty spread out like this, just for me."
âI want you so bad,â you moan as his boxers finally are tugged from his waist, and what youâve wanted the most is sprung free. âI need you.â
âYou have me, all of me.â Another feverish kiss was taken, and you couldnât help but grind your bare hips into his own.
âNo more waiting.â
âNo more waiting baby, I have you.â You feel him rock the warm head of his cock through your cum soaked folds back and forth collecting your slick so he can slide into you with ease.
âBaby please.â You beg.
âWhat about protection?â
âNo condomâ you shake your head.
âNo? You want me to fill this pretty little pussy? Claim you? Breed you? Make you mine?â
âYesâ you plead with a hint of desperation in your voice. The glint behind your eyes was too much for Eddie to say no.
âYou want to be mine?â
âSo bad, Eddie. Please, I want to be yours. Iâll give you everything, please.â
âSuch a good girl. I like it when you tell me what you want.â He stroked the side of your face before cupping it to take you into a long kiss as his cock penetrated your leaking hole.
Another muffled moan from the both of you filled the room as his cock stretched your inner walls. Never had you had someone this big before; it's been a little over a year since youâve had sex with a man. You donât remember why youâve waited this long. All thoughts about body image and self-hatred melted away with each brush of his cock.
âFucking pussy is so tight.â He gritted through his teeth, trying not to spill his load into you already. Eddie swore he died and this was heaven. Your pussy was heaven on earth; nothing ever felt this good, not anyone, not anything.
âFaster.â Your hips matched his rhythm as you ground down onto his cock.
"You sure you can handle it, baby?"
"Yes!"
Lewd sounds of wet skin slapping filled the empty space of your bedroom. Cries of pleasure and touches of wanting filled the space and one another minds as the two of you couldn't get enough.
"Love how needy you are for me. Just can't resist my cock can you baby?"
unintelligible left your lips as Eddie rocked furiously into you.
"Anwer me, baby, or I'll stop. You were doing so good before."
"Yes! I want your cock." you cried.
"I'm so proud of you; you're taking me so well. Who's my beautiful girl?"
"m-me," you stutter as his cock brushes your spot.
"Fuck youre so beauiful. You're going to be even more beautiful after you're filled with my cum. You want hat baby? Want my load inside of you?"
"Yes!" your fingers dig into the flesh of Eddies back, leaving raised red scratches in their wake.
"Please- wanna cum so bad." you breath
"Fuck yes, baby, claim me. Make me yours cum on my cock."
It didn't take much longer as Eddie began to play with your swollen bud of nerves before you were falling apart all over again. A silent scream, your jaw hung lax as the sound gets caught in your throat, and another tidal wave, this one bigger than the last, washed over your whole body as his cock and fingers continued to work your needy pussy.
Eddie watched your fucked out state feeling so satisfied with himself. "Fuck that's my girl, squeezing me so fucking good." You feel Eddie jerk one last time before he spills everything inside of you. "Fucking take it."
You snap out of it when you feel the weight of Eddie collapses on top of you. You let out a giggle in your blissed-out state.
"Something funny, pretty girl?"
"No-no, everything is perfect. Thank you, Eddie." You brushed his swaety hair off his perspiering face.
"No baby, I think I need to be thanking you. Never has anyone let me fuck them like that."
"Never?" You shy away, realizing what youve asked of him.
"Don't worry. You're the only one I've ever wanted to do that with. I think you unlocked something inside of me." He kissed the corner of your mouth.
"Yea, I like you... a lot. If that's not obvious."
"I like you too, Eddie."
"I sure hope so you let me cum in you." He snorted.
"God, you're so vulgar."
"Yea, but you like it. "
"I do."
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The Dos & Don'ts of Fake Dating | E.M. x reader | epilogue
[chap seventeen] | [all chapters here]
Story Summary: You propose a crazy idea to the resident freak of Hawkins, Eddie Munson. But maybe he was even crazier for agreeing to itâŚ
notes & tropes: fem reader, slooow burn, faking dating, opposites attract, bratty rich bitch reader, super minor revenge plot, dysfunctional family dynamics, idiots-to-lovers, smut & nsfw themes
a/n: Well, we've finally made it, everyone, and I'm feeling emotional about it. This epilogue is just a lil something I thought up while I was considering what the future would hold for Eddie and ice princess, and I love it dearly.
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Epilogue
September 1985
I want to be somewhere big and interesting. New York, L.A.⌠fuck, even Florida for all I care, I just want out of Hawkins, out of this town.â âThen I guess weâll be those high school sweethearts that run off to L.A. together after graduation, huh?â âOh, Iâm sure.â
September 1987
Eddie shouldâve been home by now. Youâd memorized his work schedule within his first week of starting at VIP Records, so you knew his shift always ended at 6pm on Tuesdays - so where the hell was he? It was nearly 8:30, and youâd been getting more and more antsy as the minutes ticked by, worrying over what could possibly be delaying him like this.
So much had happened in the two years since you and Eddie began dating back in Hawkins - your world had changed so much that sometimes you felt like a completely different person. It started with some big things, like reintroducing Eddie to your parents and begging them to start fresh with him - though your father resolved to never show any warmth to your boyfriend, at least your mother was kinder.
You decide that you wouldnât be going to college following graduation, instead wanting to take a year to work, which was yet another thing your father didnât warm to. Somewhere amidst that decision and the subsequent string of arguments that followed, you found yourself spending more nights with Eddie and Wayne than you did with your own parents, until one day you realized you had informally moved into the Munson home. So, by the end of summer â86, you were out of your parentsâ house and working full-time to save up for whatever may come next (and to pay rent, despite Wayneâs insistence that it was entirely unnecessary).
You werenât sure who proposed the idea first, but you and Eddie had decided one day that you were going to move out to California. Initially, this was just some fantasy for the two of you, something to give you hope that youâd hightail it out of Hawkins one day, but over time that fantasy started to look more and more real until finally you agreed that maybe the idea wasnât half bad at all.
So, you began to set aside more cash, began to look into neighborhoods and cities around Los Angeles, began to tell everyone that the two of you would be leaving town soon enough. No one really believed you at first - all your friends were in support of the idea, but they didnât think it was particularly realistic. And when you mentioned it on one of the very rare occasions you saw your parents anymore, your father had the gall to laugh right in your face. That, of course, only bolstered your resolve to get the hell out of Indiana, and a lot of your freetime was slowly consumed with library visits to figure out how exactly to make this move happen.
You and Eddie finally made the leap a few months back, spending a couple weeks road tripping your way across the country, finally arriving in Los Angeles with only your most important earthly belongings and little else. Leaving Hawkins had been harder than you expected - leaving Wayne being the hardest - but you found California to be utterly refreshing, to fit you almost like a glove.
After living out of a hotel for a while, you found this cozy little apartment down in Long Beach, and youâd been content ever since; sure, it wasnât perfect and the neighborhood wasnât impressive, but it was your space, and that made it just right for you and Eddie. You both got jobs to hold you over for a while, you started visiting bars and venues, hell, you even found a stray cat that you quickly adopted without a second thought.
Youâd been leaving the dollar theater after seeing a re-release of Labyrinth when the little calico found you - something about the film, and David Bowie, had totally mesmerized you when it came out the year prior, and Eddie was happy to take you to the special showing that night. So, when this cat approached you curiously and began weaving playfully between Eddieâs ankles, you were both immediately smitten. You named the cat Sir Didymus only to discover it was female a few weeks later, but it suited her rascally personality just fine, and thus her name stuck.
And now here you were, five months into your new California life and driving yourself crazy over where the hell Eddie was and why he was late to return home.
You called the record store and asked if maybe he was working late and forgot to mention it, but his coworker informed you that Eddie clocked out right on schedule; he mentioned that Eddie seemed eager to leave, but didnât have any further information for you. On the one hand, it made you worry that something had happened, but on the other, you were annoyed that he had possibly made plans without telling you, as unlikely as that may be.
Youâd tried to think of all the places in town that he could have gone to, but nothing seemed particularly viable - he wouldnât have gone to a show without you, wouldnât have gone to the store without you, wouldnât have gone anywhere without you. Not unless he was keeping some kind of secret, but you couldnât fathom what that might be.
Considering that today was your birthday, you had originally thought maybe he was making a special stop to get you flowers or a cake or a last minute gift; it was so like Eddie to do that, even after you insisted he didnât need to get you anything at all. But once 7 oâclock hit, and then 7:30, and then 8pm, you began to doubt this original line of thought and assume the worst instead.Â
Decidedly, a few minutes past 8, youâd thrown on one of Eddieâs sweaters and your shoes, and made the short trek down to the convenience store on the corner - the two of you were in there practically every day, so maybe one of the employees had seen him. The familiar night clerks greeted you, but when you asked about Eddieâs whereabouts, they didnât have a clue, which made your worries grow even more. As if to put your mind at ease, they gave you a free 6-pack and said theyâd call you if they saw him.
You returned back to the apartment to Sir Didymus crying for dinner, which made you realize you forgot to set out food for her earlier. Cursing to yourself, you filled her bowl and began to pace nervously, trying to consider where the hell Eddie could be. Did you forget about a show that he had previously mentioned? Or was he hit by a fucking truck? Maybe he got caught up chatting with a customer like he was one to do, or maybe he got fucking mugged. All possibilities were on the table, and you hated each and every one of them for causing you such worry and distress.
Prying open a window, you crawled onto the fire escape and lit a cigarette, hands shaky with anxiety as you pressed it to your lips. The night was relatively quiet for your neighborhood, which wasnât saying much - there were always cars cruising up and down the road, music blasting from a nearby bar, and people constantly arguing in alleyways and backyards. But the noise was soothing in its way, reminding you that the world was constantly in motion and that Eddie was probably just caught up in it all.
Sir Didymus came to sit beside you, meowing as if she, too, was wondering where the hell Eddie was and why he wasnât back home. You considered throwing on some clothes to go searching for him, but aside from the bar and the convenience store, there was nowhere in the area that he would be; moments like these made you wish you two hadnât sold your car, because it wouldâve been really convenient to have right about now.
Each time you heard tires screeching or saw headlights shining down the road, you craned your neck to get a better look, but it was never Eddie. Youâd already nervously polished off two cigarettes and were lighting up a third; Sir Didymus had retired to sleeping on the pile of blankets that she commandeered within a few days of moving in.
As you were caught up in your anxious thoughts, you thought youâd heard metal music from somewhere nearby, muffled and far off, but it caused your ears to perk; when you realized that it was specifically a Dio song playing, you immediately shot to your feet, clambering back through the window while dropping your cigarette into the ashtray.
Without bothering to slip on shoes, you rushed out onto the breezeway connecting all the little apartments in your complex, gripping the rails as you tried to find the source of the music, which was obviously louder from this side of the building. The street in front of your complex was crowded with cars, so if the music was Eddieâs, he must have had to park way down the block; eventually, the music stopped, and you became more anxious by the second.
When finally you spotted Eddie walking up the sidewalk towards the gate, you all but rushed down the stairs to meet him halfway; Eddie smiled largely, clearly not able to make out your concern under the flickering lights illuminating the path. A glare grew in your eyes as you realized he looked just fine; in fact, it seemed he stopped by the store, if the grocery bag in his hand was anything to go on. He held up his arms to greet you, but before he could get a word out, you hissed while jabbing him in the chest.
âWhere the hell have you been?â Your eyes were alight with panicked concern, and you didnât realize until that moment that you were on the verge of relieved tears. You swallowed, determined to hold them back, âItâs almost 9 oâclock, Eddie, I was worried out of my fucking mind.â
Eddieâs face fell, arms drooping at his sides; he didnât expect you to have gotten so worked up over him not returning on time. He thought he could surprise you, that he could do something nice for your birthday, but the utter panic in your expression told him otherwise. He dipped his head down towards yours, hoping that he could sooth all the stress that had bubbled up inside you.
âI shouldâve called--â
âNo shit.â
Eddie clenched his jaw a little, taking a breath - he wasnât about to get upset with you, he wouldnât let himself, âLetâs go upstairs, okay?â
The impulsive side of you wanted to argue with him right here and now, wanted to grill him about why he didnât come home and what he was doing. The more patient part of you, however, held back, shaky breaths heaving in your chest as you nodded with a twisted expression. You spun around on your heels and marched up the stairs, crossing your arms with a scowl; Sir Didymus sat just outside your open door, curiously waiting for you both.
Following just a step behind you, Eddie sighed to himself as he took in your rigid posture, realizing that he shouldâve thought this through - after all, since your move to Long Beach, the two of you were essentially attached at the hip, doing absolutely any and everything together. Of course you would worry when he didnât come home, when he didnât call or give you a heads up - but, again, heâd just been hoping to surprise you, and hadnât considered that a few hours would get you as stressed as you were now.
Back in the apartment, you took large strides towards the open window and retrieved your cigarette from the ashtray. To calm yourself down, you began to pace, watching as Eddie closed the door behind him and waited there a moment as if to collect his thoughts; when he turned to face you, you quickly looked away and took a deep drag.
âGod, Eddie, Iâm trying not to be mad, okay, I was just so worried and I thought maybe there was something you were keeping from me or that maybe you were in an accident or even dead in a fucking ditch, and I know itâs ridiculous to get so worked up over only a few hours but--â
âYou can be mad.â He interrupted the inevitable rambling that was about to commence.
You had always struggled to express emotions considering the household you grew up in, so these past two years with Eddie had been a learning experience for you, which led to your feelings often spilling over when they became overwhelming. You shot him a confused look, still struggling to this day with the idea that it was okay to feel something; you bit your tongue so that you wouldnât keep babbling, trying to collect your thoughts.
âI shouldâve told you where I was,â Eddie started, walking the short distance from the front door to the kitchen, gently dropping the grocery bag atop the counter, âbut I wanted to surprise you.â
You laughed smally, feeling stupid for getting so worried over seemingly nothing. Shaking your head, you took a deep drag from the cigarette and turned to face the window, eyes unfocused as you looked around. You dropped your head, beginning to feel more and more stupid the more that you thought about it; you could hear Eddie coming up slowly behind you.
âGet out of your head,â He instructed gently, to which you laughed again, âYouâre probably already kicking yourself, am I right? As if you did something wrong?â
You narrowed your eyes at his reflection in the window - fuck, he knew you too well. Slowly, you turned to face him again, but you kept your gaze on the floor. Eddie took another couple steps closer, waiting for you to eventually look up at him.
âIâm sorry, princess.â He said simply, and the pet name nearly caused you to smile fondly; even after all this time, it stuck, and you figured it wasnât going anywhere. You could tell in his voice that Eddie saw you resisting to grin, âI shouldâve called, I just got caught up in the surprise.â
The corner of your mouth pulled up, and you looked at Eddie carefully through your lashes; his smile was gentle and sweet, eyes far more adoring than you thought you really deserved. Swallowing your trepidation, you asked smally, âWhat surprise?â
Eddieâs smile grew larger as he cocked his head, âYour dual birthday-anniversary surprise.â
You couldnât help but roll your eyes, relief slowly relaxing your shoulders as you took a final small inhale of the cigarette before tossing it out the window, âMy birthday is not our real anniversary and you know it.â
You smiled fondly at the memory of meeting each other at that picnic table behind the football field, at the crazy fake dating scheme you had that ultimately led you to where you were now. It felt like a lifetime again that senior year happened, and yet it still felt as if it was only yesterday.
âSo maybe we have two anniversaries.â Eddie teased fondly, his eyes taking you in as if you were still a breath of fresh air to him. Under those soft, adoring eyes, you could feel your ears growing hot even still.
You sighed affectionately with a shake of your head, crossing your arms as a gust of wind came up through the window; being near the beach, the air was always unexpectedly cold at night. As you took in the always pleasant sight of Eddie, you realized he had a bandage just above his collarbone, which caused your brow to furrow with concern as you looked between it and his face.
âWhat happened?â You asked, closing the gap between you two so you could worry over whatever the hell was on his neck; you wondered if maybe he nicked himself shaving, but the bandage seemed far too large for that. Did he hurt himself at work?
As you reached for the bandage, Eddie laughed, capturing your wrists in his hands before you could touch his neck. You met his eyes with confusion, to which he simply shook his head.
âThatâs the surprise.â
Your expression deadpanned, âYou getting hurt is the surprise? Geez, babe, how romantic.â
Eddie laughed again, fondly rolling his eyes, âNot hurt in the way that you think.â
Clearly enjoying your confusion, Eddie released your grip and reached for the bandage, hissing a little as he tried to gently peel it off. Your jaw dropped in both surprise and confusion at the injury beneath it, not prepared for what it would be.
It was a tattoo, though that wasnât the surprising part, considering that Eddie was slowly becoming covered in them. No, what took you aback was that the tattoo was quite clearly your lips, done in a shade almost identical to the lipstick color youâd been trying just the day before. You stared dumbly at it, as if you couldnât quite compute it, as if you didnât quite think it was real.
When you finally managed to draw your gaze back up to Eddieâs face, he was smiling from ear-to-ear, eyes twinkling with clear delight at your stunned expression. You opened and closed your mouth a couple of times as you tried to find your voice again, eyes rapidly looking back and forth from the tattoo to his face and back again.
âYou⌠got a tattoo for me?â Your tone was one of disbelief; saying it out loud made the moment more real, and suddenly your throat felt tight as if you could cry.
Eddie nodded with pride, âYou like it?â
You stared at the replica of your lips, recalling the evening prior when youâd been testing out make-up samples that youâd gotten from work. Eddie always enjoyed watching you apply make-up, and of course lipstick was his favorite part; when he commented on a shade that he seemed particularly fond of, you leaned over and planted a loud, silly kiss at the base of his neck.
Considering that you crawled out of bed hours before him to get to your shift at the make-up counter, you didnât see whether or not heâd ever cleaned the lipstick off; evidently, he must have worn it like a badge of pride all day until he could finally get down to the tattoo parlor and make it permanent.
Shaking yourself from your reverie, you looked at Eddie lovingly, your eyes a little more wet; god, youâd gotten so much more emotional since he entered your life, it was nearly ridiculous. Or maybe youâd just become more vulnerable, far less skilled at holding back when it was just the two of you alone.
You cupped his cheeks gently, being extra careful not to go near the fresh tattoo, âGod, I love you.â
The smile he gave you was dazzling, mesmerizing even, âI love you, princess.â
You drew his lips down to yours, resting your forehead gently to his; Eddie hummed contently, whispering a tender âhappy birthdayâ against your lips before kissing you fiercely.
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addt. a/n: I'll try to keep this short and sweet. Thank you to everyone who has read this fic and watched it grow, to those that have been commenting and messaging with each update, and to all the incredibly fic writers I've met through this story! And, of course, a HUGE THANK YOU to my dear @eddiernunson for being so invested - you've helped me developed so many ideas, and it's truly warmed my heart to see someone else love the ice princess as much as I do <3 If anyone would like to be tagged in any future outings these two may have in store, please let me know!
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4 times quinn wanted to kiss you, and the 1 time he did.
pairing(s): Quinn Hughes x fem!reader
summary: 4 times quinn wanted to kiss you, and the time he did.
warning(s): absolutely nothing, pure fluff.
wc: 2.1k
an: hi loves!!! before i say anything, i think this might be my favorite fic, i've ever written, i love it so so much. it was so nice to sit down and write another fic, I had the best time writing this. i know the poll i put out wanted the nico x Hughes sister smut but this idea has a hold on me and i had to write it today, but i'm working on that fic currently as well! i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i do, like and reblog If you do! much love always <3
happy reading <3
1.
It had always been yn and quinn, quinn and yn, attached to the hip at 5 years old and neither of you wanted to let go. If you would have told Quinn that the little girl the jack pushed into the sandbox at 5 would be his best friend for the rest of his life, he'd think you're crazy. But here you guys are today starting the first day of college, together.
This wasn't exactly the plan for you guys, it just so happened you got into michigan, the same place quinn was signing to play hockey.Â
Today was the first game of the season for Quinn, even though Quinn had played hockey for most of his life, he couldn't help but be scared to step on the ice for his first college game. The nerves are getting the best of him as they line up, ready to headout on the ice for warm ups.Â
The first push on the ice takes away Quinn's voice as he looks around the arena at all of the fans in the crowd, his eyes glimmering with excitement as he takes it all in. his heart stops for a moment when he sees you standing in the stands with his family, dressed in his jersey, holding up a sign that says ânumber 43 is my favorite!â. Holding it high above you head, a wide smile breaking at across your face as look down at him skating on the ice.Â
A smile spreads upon Quinn's face, as he looks at you and his family. At that moment he really wanted to kiss you.Â
2.Â
Quinns hands were shaking as he tried to tie his tie, his mind was everywhere else but where it needed to be. It was the day of the NHL draft, a night that would change the rest of his life and his families. He couldn't help but feel almost sick at the thought of moving to a new state or country, leaving everything and everyone he loved behind, including you.Â
After five attempts of trying to tie his tie, he dramatically sighs, dropping his hands away from his chest. Staring at himself in the mirror trying to peace himself together, coaching himself to take deep breaths. Just as he starts to tie his tie again, he hears a soft knock on the hotel door.Â
His mom had already ushered everyone out of the room around 30 minutes ago, telling everyone to give him some space. Quinn couldn't help but be annoyed at the fact that someone already was knocking on the other side of the door. Making his way to the door, his brain already settled on whoever was on the other side of the door a bit of hell for disturbing him.Â
Opening the door slowly he sees you standing in the hallway, with a small smile on your way as you look at him. All of the anger he had harbored in him, immediately disappears when he sees you.Â
âHi, i'm sorry to interrupt but i thought i'd just come check on youâ she saysÂ
âYou weren't interrupting anything, thank you for coming and checking on me.'' Quinn says, pausing for a second clearing his throat.Â
âI actually could use a bit of help, i can't tie my tie.â he says a little embarrassedÂ
âI can help, if you let me in your room, or we can stand here in the hallway whatever works best for youâ yn giggles out.Â
âOh shit, i'm sorry come in '' he quickly says, his face heating with embarrassment. Yn quickly walks into the room, quinn shutting the door behind her.Â
âSit on the bedâ she quietly says to him, quinn doesn't need to be told twice when it comes to her, taking a seat on the soft bed, leaving his legs slightly open, allowing you to stand in between them as she works on his tie.Â
Their faces and bodies are so close together, his eyes catching hers for a moment. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to pull her on top of him and forget about the draft, forget about his future. Because at that moment, he really really wanted to kiss you.Â
3.Â
Quinn woke up to a constant banging on his front door, rolling on his side to see that the clock on his bed side table read, 3 a.m. âwho the fuck is knocking on my door at 3 a.m?â Quinn thought to himself. Quinn trudging pulls himself out of bed, walking slowly downstairs hearing another round of knocking once he reaches the bottom of the stairs.Â
Finally reaching his front door, he doesn't even bother looking through the peephole before opening the door. Opening the door he's met with a rain soaked yn on his front porch with flowers in her hand and a suitcase at her side. Quinn thinks he's dreaming as he looks at her, still half asleep.Â
âYou know i think i forgot how much it rains in vancouver during the summer, as you can see im soakedâ yn chuckles out. âAlso how dare you not tell me you were being named captain, I'm very upset that I had to find out through an instagram post. But I'll get over that because I missed you, so I flew all of the way here to surprise you.âÂ
âOH! These flowers are for youâ she says, holding out the slightly weeping flowers in front of her.
âI promise they looked better, the rainâŚruined themâ she says smiling sadly at him.
âI'm so sorry i woke you up with the banging, my phone died and i don't have a key-âÂ
Quinn quickly cuts her rambling off by pulling her into the tightest hug known to man, spinning her around, as if he never wants to let her go.Â
âI'm so happy you're hereâ quinn says, as he sets her down, his arms wrapped around her.Â
âI'm so happy I'm here too.â yn says, looking up at quinn, he can see something in her eyes, love maybe? Heâs not sure, but what he is sure of is that he really wants to kiss her, and it's killing me everyday that he hasn't.Â
4.
They lost. They lost. They lost in game seven, their playoff run was over. All of their blood, sweat and tears couldn't help them win this game. Quinn couldn't help but let the weight of loss fall on his shoulders as they skate off the ice. The walk to the locker room felt like an eternity. The room is quiet as the players strip out of their gear. He couldn't help but let a few tears fall as he got undressed. Feeling like he let his team, his family, the fans down.Â
Quinns mind couldn't focus during the press conference, giving the reporters one to two sentence answers. He didn't want to be there, he wanted to think about anything else other than hockey. He wanted to cry alone, he wanted the voices in his head to stop, he didn't want to be here.Â
After the press wraps up, Quinn quickly grabs his things heading out the locker room, as he turns the corner he sees you sitting against the wall, quickly turning your head when you hear footsteps down the hall, making eye contact.Â
Quinn had completely forgotten where even at the game, the loss of the game, completely taking over his mind.Â
âYn, what are you still doing here?â he asks as he reaches her, offering her a hand to get off the ground.Â
Wordlessly she takes his hand, pulling his bag out of his other hand placing it on the ground below them. Before wrapping her hands around his neck pulling him down into a hug, Quinn's arms instantly wrapping around her waist, his body melting into hers. His face resting in her neck as he feels tears fall out of his eyes, as he clings to her body.Â
They stand like this for a few minutes, quinnâs tears finally settling before yn pulls back, running her fingers under quinns eyes wiping away his tears.
âI'm so proud of you, win or lose. I'm so so so proud of you Quinn, please never forget that '' she says, holding his face in between her hands.Â
âI love youâ quinn mumbles out as he begins to cry again.Â
âI love you moreâ she says, ânow let's get you out of here, i think you need one of gina's world famous burgers hm?â she says, grabbing his bag from the floor. Holding her hand out for him to grab, Quinn doesnt waste a second before sliding his hand into her as they head towards the exit.Â
Quinns head is no longer filled with thoughts about the game, about hockey. It's filled with thoughts about you, about how much he loves you, and how badly he wants to kiss you.Â
+1.
Quinn can't count on his hands how many times he's been to the lake house during the summer, but each time he does it better than the year before. Making new memories with the people who he loves, making new memories with you.Â
Quinn insisted that you come to the lake house with him a week before everyone else did, he wanted to spend as much time with you before everyone else got here, and you couldn't say no to that.Â
So this brings you to where you guys are now, sitting on the boat in the middle of the lake, watching as the sun sets across the sky. The sky casting hues of pinks and purples across the lake. Quinn couldn't help but look at you as you stare at the scene around you, seeing you look so relaxed and at peace, he couldn't help but smile.Â
âI can feel you staring at meâ yn giggles out, still looking at the lake in front of her.Â
âI was just taking in the sceneryâ he saysÂ
âMhm, and that just happens to be my face?â she says, turning to look at him with a smile that matches his on her face.Â
âMaybeeeâ quinn playfully says.
âWell it's creepy so stop itâ she says playfully rolling her eyes at him
âAnd what if I don't?â he asks
âI'll feed you to the sharksâÂ
âPretty girl there isn't any sharks out hereâ quinn says laughing at her
âStop laughing at meâ she says, sending a quick shove to quinns shoulder, causing him to fall back against boat.Â
âOh that's itâ quinn days before launching himself at her, pinning her down before his hands start to attack her sides.Â
â QUINN PLEASE NOâ she pleads out to him as he tickles her. Laughs fell from both of their lips as they attacked each other.Â
âI CAN'T BREATHâ yn laughs out as Quinn tickles the skin behind her neck, knowing its sweet spot. Deciding to give in to her pleas, he stops his attack on her neck. Her chest rising steadily as he looks down at her, her lips slightly parted, the plump skin almost looks like its calling is name.Â
Before he knows what heâs doing, he slowly lowers his face closer to hers, softly connecting their lips together in a sweet kiss. Yn kisses him back almost instantly, her hands wrapping around his neck pulling him closer to her. The once soft kiss turned hot and desperate quickly, a tension they've been dancing around for years, as finally broken like a dam, and neither of them wanted to stop.Â
Neither of them wants to pull away, but the need for air begs them too, Quinn pulling away first causing you to whine at the loss of contact. Looking at her with swollen lips and love filled eyes.Â
âI've wanted to do that for awhileâ quinn saysÂ
âHow long?â she asks as he works hard with the hair on the bottom of his neck.
âEver since i saw you for the first timeâÂ
âQuinn we were fiveâ she laughs
âI knew what I wanted at five,â he laughs, pushing a piece of hair out of her face. âAnd i've known that i've always wanted youâ he finishes
âI love youâ yn says
âI love you moreâ he replies
âI don't think you doâ yn quips backÂ
âLet me show you how much i doâ quinn says before connecting their lips back together, because at that moment quinn wanted to kiss you, and this time he did.
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Together Forever Pt.1
Warning: Kidnapping, age difference, Leon!ID, affectionate nicknames, surveillance, forced cohabitation.
Synopsis: Working in D.S.O as an ordinary archivist did not promise to be too difficult. At least you didn't have to risk your life or supply the agents with information, you just took care of the valuable data received by the agents, putting everything in order. Everything would be fine⌠until someone decided that you needed protection from this fucking world full of zombies and other biological weapons.
Note: something like trial of the pen. I think there will be two or three parts, but this is the first time I'm writing something with a sequel (not counting those three texts about a Reader from college). I'm not sure it's going to be good, but I'll try. And yes, I don't approve of this shit in real life. Everything that is written here is strictly FICTION and you do not need to take it literally. If you have any triggers or dislike then skip it.
Part 2
Part 3
It was outrageously easy. Not that Leon thought that your forced "move" to him would be too difficult, but it was even easier than he imagined. His little archivist was still sleeping soundly in the backseat of his car under a strong dose of the drug so that you wouldn't resist when he drove you to his country house. It's okay, Leon just understands that you will need time to get used to your new good life, but he understood that it would be stressful. Therefore, your forced immersion in a sound sleep is just a precautionary measure so that you do not harm yourself by your own stupidity while he was putting you in an SUV. After all, you could have hit your head, cut yourself, or he could have accidentally bruised you when he stuffed you in, but he foresaw all this in advance and now his sweet girl is just sleeping while they go to the new house that Leon has already prepared.
But there will be no special consequences. Leon looks in the rearview mirror, which was specially lowered a little down so that he could observe your condition in case of anything, although there was no excitement. He just drove the car along an empty road, only occasionally there were cars driving straight back to the city. Outside there was only the forest and silence, but another hour of travel and he will settle you in a cozy warm house. A shared bedroom with warm blankets and soft pillows is already ready there. In the trunk he has three large boxes of boxes of your books that he collected in advance in the afternoon when you just left the apartment and some clothes for the first time, but Leon thought it needed to be washed, so it's okay that you sleep in his clothesâŚthen he will buy you a lot of new things. In general, he will buy his baby whatever she wantsâŚthe thought made his lips lift in a slight smile.
He accurately calculated the dose of sleeping pills based on your weight, so the drug acted quickly but relatively safely. At least the feeling of nausea, dizziness and disorientation will haunt you for a while until the drug is removed from your body, but that's okay! Leon intended to look after you and take care of you until you finally come to your senses.
When the well-guarded and well-maintained with all the needs for housing finally appeared a few meters away, Leon turned off the engine as soon as he parked the car in the garage where, in addition to various tools with which he repaired his bike, there was also a collection of pistols. He opened the back door and carefully, like a porcelain vase, carefully carried it into the bedroom in his arms. Your head was leaning against his chest and while Leon was carrying you up the stairs, he could not resist the desire to kiss you at least on the forehead. Although it was uncomfortable, his lips touched only the top of your head, forcing you to squirm in his arms, causing an even bigger grin.
Leon opened the bedroom door, got to the bed in just a couple of steps, put you on the soft pillows and reached out to the bedside table, flicking his index finger on the small switch, turning on the lamp. A dim yellow light illuminated a small space, falling mostly on your placid sleeping face. Just like a real sleeping beauty⌠Leon stroked your cheek with his palm for some time, just admiring you and scrolling in his head how cruel this world is to such an innocent beauty. He saved Ashley, but for some reason she couldn't hook him like you, and Ada⌠well, it's interesting to solve this riddle woman for a while, but in the end the brain gets tired of the unsolvable task. He is a government agent and people with his profession value the usual stability more than anything else, for which they are ready to give all the money they earn. And you are his little archivist, who spent hours sitting in a dusty archive, sorting through folders with old reports and other documents. Even if you read something from this, you still donât understand how dangerous it is outside, but he will protect you and you will love him. Necessarily.
However, now it was important for Leon to take care of his babyâŚ
He wanted you to feel as little discomfort as possible after waking up, so getting up from the bed he found some old but clean things in the closet and going back to the bed began to change his little angel. Leon carefully unlaced and pulled your boots off your feet, placing them neatly next to you to put away later. Your jacket, skirt and even blouse followed by a bra. He could not help but hold an enthusiastic glance on your beautiful breasts, his palm gently slid over them, seeing how your nipples harden from the cold air soaring around the room and from this magnificent spectacle it became tight in his pants.
Your flawless appearance alone drove him crazy, causing an unbearable desire to undress himself and just lie down next to you, hugging, feeling your hands on his back. But he drove away the voluptuous obsession by taking his shirt in his hands, gently lifting your body to put your hands into the sleeves and fasten the top buttons, as if you were a doll that needed to be changedâŚwho knows, maybe it will even become his favorite activity? In the end, somehow you got into the blood like smoke, penetrating deeper and deeper that it became impossible to get you out of his head.
Like a parasite, Las Plagas captured all thoughts without giving a single chance to escape, and if at first these feelings were frightening, then after watching you became an integral part of his life for six months. Leon convinced himself that he was taking care of you as he is now, laying you under a warm blanket with pillows so that you lay a little on your side if you suddenly start vomiting because of the drug and it's impossible not to touch your cheek with your lips at least once.
But you didn't wake up. And Leon still gave another kiss on the forehead, clasping your face with his hands, inhaling the fragrance of the desired body. His little songbird.
"You'll feel so good here with me. I promise."
He whispered and it was as if she heard something through a deep sleep, making him smile from the way your eyelids tremble in your sleep while he strokes you on the shoulder.
But while Leon left you to rest, going down to the first floor to unpack boxes of things and books that he took from your unsafe apartment. The door to the bedroom remained unlocked and even slightly ajar so that he could hear how you wake up.
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Of course, Leon never had a plan to kidnap anyone, but after all the traumatic events, some paranoia and ⌠the horror that Jason was talking about begins.
As soon as the president's plane disappeared into the sky, Patrick talked incessantly about a pretty young archivist girl to whom he constantly turns up during breaks to treat coffee or a sweet bun to relieve boredom, but Leon always listened with half an ear when circumstances did not force him to go down to the archive and meet you there.
"Can I help?" your voice rang out among these endless folders with documents and boxes on dusty shelves from which his nose itched all the time. Leon tried to determine your location, but perfectly developed reflexes did everything for him when he abruptly turned around seeing you behind his back in a cute skirt, white blouse and jacket. From here, the alarm quickly subsided when he realized that there was no danger.
Perhaps he stared at you a little longer than he should, looking at every small detail on your face, forcing you to sigh impatiently and repeat your question. The agents rarely went down themselves, but mostly they just sent the archive a request and a deadline by which to provide the necessary information, often in digital form.
It was the first red flag and the first wave of feelings that came to him when you first met.
"So?âŚ" you wanted to repeat the question for the third time, but he still spoke.
"YeahâŚI need a report. Spain 2004. Los Illuminados" Memories rolled over him like an unpleasant wave, but you just nodded your head as you walked past him, carefully picking up a bunch of boxes, maneuvering between them so perfectly.
Leon only needed this report because of another outbreak in Africa. Not to him, but to his colleagues, however, it was faster to go down himself than to send a stupid request that is still unknown when they will see and process.
"I'm sorry for the mess, we have a little rearrangement and cleaning at the same time. What kind of report is needed? I'll look at the database" you stared at him with such cute eyes that he smiled at you, however, after taking a step, he stumbled over one of these damn boxes, after which you immediately flew up to him grabbing his forearm to help him get up. Not that he needed help, but it was nice.
"Are you hurt?" you asked quickly, to which Leon chuckled merrily. "God, I'm sorry, the last archivist made such a terrible mess here and they made me clean everything up alone. Do you need a Band-Aid?"
"No. It's all right, really, but it's nice of you," Leon dusted off his hands and you stared at his palms as if checking whether he really hurt himself. "But it's better to clean up everything here. It will be sad if such a cutie falls just like me"
You smiled at his compliment, not offended like the others. It touched his heart pleasantly.
"So what kind of report exactly is needed? I'll file it in a week."
"The Kennedy Report. The original." Leon said quickly, carefully catching the information on your face, howeverâŚnothing. Perhaps you haven't even touched it yet and haven't even heard anything about those events. Patrick said that you are very young and have only recently come here, so it would not be surprising.
"Okay, it will definitely take some time, but everything will be ideally as it should be. Is it urgent?"
"You have all the time in the world"
He doesn't remember how long it took before you finally pulled out a dusty folder from some box with other reports and handed it to him personally. It's funny that even when you found out that he is the same Kennedy, you practically did not react at all.
You dusted it off and sneezed yourself, so Leon could only hope you didn't have asthma or something. But something else was important because since then you have not left his thoughts.
Patrick told him about your favorite coffee and buns... More precisely, Leon himself saw that he constantly brings you to the archive during lunch. This helped him bond with you, so he started bringing you lunch and even helping with those huge heavy boxes. It's almost indecent that you weren't even given an assistant to put everything in order. And then soft unobtrusive touches began. Passing a cup of coffee, he could accidentally touch your fingers; you let him hold you by the waist as you walked down the stairs. It was easy for Leon to help you, and he even liked that you were like a little doll in his strong arms. It seemed like one careless move and he would accidentally break you.
At some point he was suddenly afraid that you might fall and get hurt or accidentally spill coffee on yourself or one of the many boxes would easily fall on you. There were so many dangers lurking at every corner and he could not always be there to save you. However, that didn't mean that he couldn't not take care of you. Unfortunately, you absolutely lacked care for your personal belongings, but Leon hacked your phone only for security reasons. In principle, there was nothing terrible, except for those moments when some narrow-minded friends invite his dear angel to some noisy clubs or meetings late at night. It wasn't good!
And Leon was most angry when you came home late at night, not worrying about what kind of bastards might harm you. God, you literally put your own life at risk, so of course he had to protect his beloved in every way possible, even if it meant locking you at home.
It was easy to find out the address, insurance number and other documents. D.S.O carefully checks all the details of the new employees, but fortunately everything was in order. And it didn't take much effort for Leon to find all the necessary information, although it took a lot of time to prepare for your forced move to him. Leon has fully equipped his country house, protecting all the sharp corners so that you don't hit. It bought a lot of soft pillows and warm blankets just for you, terry towels, favorite cosmetic products for skin care...Yes, breaking into your apartment also turned out to be a trivial matter. The problem was only that Leon was worried that you might be bored, so after looking at a bookshelf full of various books, he decided that it was worth taking them all with him along with the things from the closet. Well, your game console, too.
the preparation took about three weeks, considering that he also had some working moments that he could not ignore in any way. After all, he should be able to provide you with complete material well-being, because Leon intended to take care of his cute doll with all the love he was capable of. The only catch is that, despite the fact that you liked him, you always kept him at arm's length, just like Patrick, promising yourself no novels in the workplace. Especially with agents who can hurt your heart and soul for fun. That's why you refused Leon even a simple dinner, but this refusal only made him feel touched by you, showing how innocent you are, convincing him that, of course, you should be under his protection.
You thought he was nice and circumspect, but you, but how could you know that he hooked up a tracking device to your phone to know where you are always? Leon was a professional agent of the president himself, but he always looked after you in the car while you were walking to your house after work.
And yet you didn't let him get close to you. Therefore, when Leon realized that it would not work out in a good way, he moved to radical measures by preparing a syringe.
One move and grabbing you with one hand, closing your mouth in a dark alley not far from your own house. Frightened, you put up minimal resistance trying to hit the attacker in the groin and run away as far as possible, since the shoes were comfortable enough, but it was still a lost cause in advance
"Stop messing around, it's for your own good, sweetheart"
The frightened brain tried to do at least something to try to escape and escape, but what are the chances against it? It seemed to you that a steel grip completely squeezed you into a vice, cutting off oxygen and slowly plunging you into a thick abyss from which it was impossible to escape despite all the pathetic attempts to bite or hit opponent.
Being scared, you didn't even know who the voice belonged to. But it was because of your ridiculous floundering in an attempt to escape that Leon stuck a syringe in you, after which all the muscles seemed to turn to stone.
"Shh, everything will be fine sweetie." Leon turned you around to face him when consciousness was already leaving. "So go to sleep and be the good girl you always were. And I'll take care of you..."
Someone else's lips gently touched your face, once he easily picked you up in his arms, quickly laying you on the back seat of the car.
Everything is fast perfect fast clean and no witnesses.
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While you were resting on the top floor, Leon set up cameras in the house so that you could monitor your actions while he was not at home. Actually, he was thinking about a comfort zone like the one in the last apartment - a small cozy hanging chair, a cute fluffy white rug and a small table lamp with a coffee table where you could put a mug with a hot drink while reading a book or watching TV. He even figured out in his mind exactly where in the house it would be best to arrange while taking the boxes out of the trunk into the living room. The luggage wasn't too big, Leon decided a long time ago that he had more than enough money to buy everything for you himself, but it should take a couple of days before the drug he injected into you finally gets out of your body, so your things will lie in the next room for a while, which a little later, maybe in a year or two will become a nursery.
Leon looked into the bedroom again when he put all the boxes together, but you continued to sleep in the same position in which he left you. Smiling, he had a desire to take a break and drink coffee. In complete silence, only grasshoppers were chirping outside and a strong wind was making noise, as if foreshadowing bad weather, everything was quiet when he sat down on the sofa holding the remote control. It took no more than a couple of hours before something fell with a crash upstairs, forcing Leon to quickly jump to his feet and instantly run down the stairs, opening the bedroom door and seeing you on the floor trying to get back on your feet.
Poor bunny, but Leon will take care of you...
I'm a little burned out for writing, despite the fact that I have a lot of requests that I still want to answer. It's just that my psychological state does not allow me to make beautiful and smart sentences even in my native language, so I don't even know if I will finish this nonsense with yandere Leon. Reviews are welcome at least because they cheer up the author by showing that you care.
Of course I will publish something from time to time, but it will probably be at a long interval.
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NEW WORKOUT PLAN
trainer!namjoon x fem!reader
in which... your new trainer is hot, you're horny, and it's past closing hours
warnings: pwp, smut, use of the word "slutty", this is rlly short so be ready for a fast pace, im imagining a chubbier reader but the fic is for everyone !!!
an: just a little drabble, i was listening to the college dropout and the new work out plan played, it inspired me ;)
when your trainer walks in, you swear the world stops for a second
you just joined a new gym, it's marketing said it was rigorous and had the top trainers in the country working to get people in shape. so when a 6'2, bulky, handsome man walks into your assigned training room and says he'll be helping you work out for the next few months with the sweetest smile on his face, should you really be as surprised and horny as you are?
your first day is extremely embarrassing, you swear the universe cursed you to be the most unflexable person on earth. but your trainer, namjoon, says it's all right with a small smile and proceeds to lay you out on the ground and help you stretch. his big arms grab your thighs and pull them back until your knees hit your chest and fuck, you pray to the highest power that you aren't leaking through your tight little leggings.
"you are so tense, is everything alright?" he asks with a concerned look on his face. the hands on your thighs go higher and start gently massaging your calves as an attempt to get you to relax. it does quite the opposite. you can't tell if he's teasing you on purpose or if he is just that oblivious.
"n-no i'm fine namjoon.. i just don't stretch a lot, that's all!" you say with a tremble in your voice, trying to hold back a pleasured moan from the way he's touching you. he lets out a noise of understanding and starts bending you more.
"if that's the case then we should probably spend a lot of time stretching in our first few sessions," he looks down at you and smiles, "i don't want you to accidentally hurt yourself because you haven't stretched." the look on your face after he said that must have been very amusing, because he had to lower his head to let out a chuckle.
namjoon is an excellent trainer. he insists on doing the workouts alongside you "to make it fair" but it honestly just makes things a lot worse. by the end of the workout his voice is breathier, there's a shine of sweat all over him, and the image of a big man dripping sweat and saying your name alongside praises of "keep it up, you're doing so well" leaves you in more of a debauched state than you should be in after a work out.
by the end of the first month you're sore and very sexually frustrated. you've been trying to seduce him in any way possible, wearing the tightest work out gear you own, blinking up at him with eyes that scream "please fuck me!" any time that you can, you really give props to namjoon for being so respectful and proper during your sessions. but every once in a while his polite persona will break and he'll look at you like he wants to devour you right in there in the training room. but it will quickly go back to normal, leaving you a horny mess.
the closest you think you came to him fucking you was the yoga day, you purposely wore shorts that made your ass look amazing. he told you to do the downward dog position and you swear you heard a quiet "fuck" coming from him behind you, quickly covered with a cough. by the end of the session a blush was set high on his cheekbones and the hands around your waist positioned to check your form were gripping firmer.
by the middle of your second month, he finally breaks.
"do you know how much of a tease you've been, huh?" he questions while giving a slap to your ass. he has you pressed against the wall, backside jutting out to flush against his moving hips. his pace is ruthless, one hand holding your own above your head and the other hooking two fingers into your open mouth. "i had to endure your slutty little outfits for all these weeks, shit, take it."
you moan uncontrollably, his thrusts becoming faster as the hand in your mouth snakes down to your core, playing with your clit.
"namjoon! too much, gonna cum," you whine out, grinding your hips back onto his. he gives another slap to your ass and speeds the fingers on your clit and you're cumming, arousal squirting onto his hand and the ground. his groans become louder as he feels the mess you made and angles his head down to suck along the column of your neck.
"fuck, baby, you're so good. so good for me. just let me use you a little longer." his pace slows to shallow thrusts that feel like they hit your guts until he comes with a low moan, filling your insides.
you are both panting, sweat and cum dripping off of each other. he lays his head on your shoulder and slowly pulls out of your cunt.
"soâ" he clears his throat, "would you like to go out somewhere?"
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Poppy Seeds -- Part One
As you may have guessed, I fell into a new hyper fixation. Poppy's Playtime of all things. >.<
Inspired by TooManyPsuedonyms work, which in turn was inspired by @semisolidmind fanart/cabin!Au for Playtime Poppy.
I know right now we have no idea who or what Ollie is, but I decided to go with the assumption he is just a kid and not the Prototype as some theorists are assuming. This will likely be debunked in chapter four, but I'm running with it until then.
Dogday/Player!reader (attempting keeping it gender neutral)
Warnings: will touch on the after effects of trauma, but nothing is super explicit. Maybe some unhealthy coping skills (Dogday holding Reader on a pedestal) But otherwise we're giving everyone a happy ending. (Everything is wonderful and nothing hurts)
One: Home
Your hands gripped the steering wheel tight as your old truck climbed up the steep incline. It hadn't liked the rough road on a good day, let alone with Kissy and Dogday in the back trying to drag it down. Now it whined and complained, the wheels occasionally skidding on the gravel. Ollie clutched to Poppy tightly next to you, his sunken eyes wide with fear. Poppy, to her credit, looked confident that everything would be okay.
By the time you reached the cabin nestled high above the valley, it was close to midnight. It was a sizable two story home, complete with a barn, garage, and even a chicken coop. Thick forest surrounded the homestead, assuring complete privacy. A year ago your grandparents had moved into an assisted living community in town, leaving the whole place to you. The rest of the family had not been happy but in your defense you would come out every school break growing up to help them out.
And then, after you left Playtime Co, you had moved in under the guise of getting your life sorted out. Your grandparents never asked why it was taking you a decade to figure it out. Which you were glad, because you didn't know how you would have answered them.
Ollieâs fear eased into wonder as he looked at the flock of sheep you had in the pens up front. You were just thankful they were still there, looking rather healthy despite the fact you had been unexpectedly gone for a week or so.
When you had received the letter and VHS about the old Playtime Co you had interned 10 years ago while in college, you thought you would be gone for a few days at most considering it was a few hours away. You prepped your home as best as you could for being gone that long-- giving extra water and feed to the animals, setting the sprinklers for your garden on a timer-- but had little hopes of your own survival let alone that of your animals after being dragged deep into hell.
You didnât bother with the detached garage, but pulled up right next to the porch. You were exhausted, and you could only imagine everyone else was as well. The truck seemed all too happy to shut off with a rough sound. You looked over at Ollie, who was still looking at everything in wonder, though Poppy was carefully extracting herself from his grip. âYou okay there kiddo?â
He looked back at you, âThis is where you live?â he asked instead, voice full of awe. âIt looks like it's from a fairytale book!â
It really wasn't, it's a typical farm for this part of the country. Hardly one of the fanciest or beautiful, just simple and sturdy.
âLet's get inside and get settled for the night,â you offer instead of remarking. âI should have the stuff for some sandwiches at least.â
âSandâŚwitches?â Ollie repeated, sounding confused.
âMeat and bread,â Poppy answered, unbuckling the boy. âSometimes with ketchup, mustard, mayo, cheese.â
âSo, food? I like food!â
Your heart ached. You knew the boy had been raised in the factory, hidden away and protected from the Prototype or hungry âtoysâ. The fact he had was a miracle enough--especially considering how small and thin he was. He had to be ten at the youngest, but barely looked as if he was half that age.
The passenger door opened, which considering how much trouble Kissy had with her hands, was surprising. Yet the pink creature reached in and pulled both Ollie and Poppy out of the truck.
Dogday waited for you as you exited the truck, your legs shaky from the long ride. However, his attention wasn't on you but the dark sky above. It was a new moon, meaning the Milky Way arched overhead with dozens of stars. A glance over to Kissy and the others showed they too were amazed by the stars--you could hear Poppy trying to explain all of it to Ollie quietly.
âIt's beautiful, isn't it?â You said as you stepped closer to Dogday.
âYeah,â he whispered. âI-Iâve never seen the night sky like this.â
âWell, now you can see it every night,â you said, shouldering his arm lightly. âBest place for meteor showers too.â
Dogday tore his gaze away and looked down at you. âAre you sure we can stay here, angel?â
âOf course. As long as you want, even if it's forever.â Granted, you didn't know where else they would go, especially Dogday and Kissy. But you didn't want to assume anything either, or make them feel trapped.
His hand found yours, so giant compared to yours but soft and warm. âForever it is then.â
You felt your cheeks warm against the chilly night air as you laughed self-consciously. âRight, you might wanna sleep on that kind of decision, âDay.â
Two: Sleep
You woke slowly, feeling warm and cozy. Something soft was surrounding you, with the faintest hint of vanilla. At first you thought maybe you were wrapped up in a thick blanket, but when you opened your eyes to matted brown fur you realized it was Dogday instead, his arms wrapped around you and holding you close as if you were the toy. You could feel him breathe softly, each inhale and exhale caressing your skin softly.
(You didn't want to think about the amalgamation of organic and inorganic parts inside of him. You saw enough when you helped attach his legs to leave you with nightmares.)
For once, Dogday looked relaxed. Dark eyes closed and his smile softened. You couldnât resist running your fingers along his face. He had been one of the few you had instantly trusted in that hell. One of the few that never even seemed to think about harming you.
Poppy had used you for her own means, not giving you a real choice ever since you released her. Kissy Missy had always been kind but you had soon realized that her partnership with Poppy may have played a part in it. And of course there was Ollie, though it took a while for you to trust the faceless voice on the phone, especially after you learned that the Prototype could mimic voices and Ollie had a very⌠peculiar way of phrasing things.
Yet Dogday⌠he had raised his head, and saw you as someone special as soon as his gaze met yours. Begged you to leave him behind and to run when the miniature Critters started to swarm. Actively fought to defend and protect you despite missing the lower half of his body at first.
And ever since, had refused to leave your side. While everyone else did their part, he determinedly stuck with you. Even last night after everyone finished eating and all anyone could think about was sleep. Kissy happily cuddled Poppy and Ollie in her arms as she climbed up the stairs to claim a bedroom. You expected Dogday to follow suitâŚ
âHey, uh, angel?â Dogday said softly, sounding rather shy. He had stuck around to help you clean up, though all that consisted of was a few plates, cups, and butter knives. Though the number of sandwiches consumed had emptied out all the bread, lunchmeat, cheese, as well as peanut butter and jelly in your pantry.
âYeah?â You were getting used to the nickname, though you still felt as if it was undeserved the way he said it. As if you truly were an angel from heaven, sent to save.
â... Could I sleep with you?â
His question surprised you, and you almost dropped the cup you had been washing. Thankfully he quickly grabbed it before it could fall very far. âSleepâŚwith me?â
Granted those last two⌠days? You weren't sure, but you and him had found safe spots to watch out for each other while the other slept. It was the only time during the whole âadventureâ you managed to sleep. Wrapped up in his arms, feeling him breathe, listening to his heartbeat. It reminded you weren't alone anymore.
âI⌠don't want to be alone,â he continued, drying off the cup and placing it on the shelf. âEven if I know you and the others are nearby, IâŚâ
Your surprise shifted into sympathy and understanding. Kissy, Poppy, and Ollie were together⌠and now that you thought about it, being alone right now did not fill you with any sort of ease.
âYeah. I mean, if you don't mind cuddling close. My bed is barely big enough for two normal-sized people, let alone one me and one⌠well, Dogday.â
His smile widened. âWith you? Never.â
Dogday shifted in his sleep, turning his head to nuzzle into your hand before his eyes slowly opened. His smile widened slightly, and you heard more than saw his tail thump against the bed which in turn made you smile wider as well. âMorning,â you greeted softly.
âGood morning, angel,â he said just as softly. âDid you sleep well?â
âBest sleep in a long time,â you admitted with a slight laugh. Trying to sleep in the factory had been a scary experience. Finding small places to hide long enough to close your eyes. Waking and jumping at every little sound. Plagued by endless nightmares.
And you had been there for just a few days, a week at most.
âWhat about you?â you asked. Him and the others had lived in that hell for a decade. You didn't startle awake from him lashing out at nightmares. Which you had seen him do a few times before at the factory. You had held him in your laps as best you could, reassuring him he was okay as he broke down.
He leaned closer, nuzzling your cheek slightly. âNext to you, how could I not?â
You laughed between his flirty words and his fur tickling your skin. âYou're such a flirt!â
Three: Morning After
âIt's so bright outside!â Ollie gasped as he looked out the window while you worked on breakfast. Thankfully none of the eggs had spoiled, nor had any milk, meaning you were whipping up a full course of scrambled eggs and pancakes-- as well as cooking the few boxes of frozen sausages you had found in the freezer.
Dogday was currently watching them like a hawk, occasionally licking his lips as he moved them around in the skillet.
âActually. That's cloudy. See how the sky is gray. Not blue?â Poppy pointed out, also gazing out the window. âOn sunny days, it's a bright vibrant blue, and even brighter.â
âReally?â The boy looked up to you to confirm the doll's words, and you nodded your head. To think he had never seen the sky before. To be unable to tell a sunny day from a cloudy one.
âIt actually looks like it could rain,â you pointed out. âMaybe we should hold off on a bath until after you have fun in the mud.â
His brow furrowed in confusion. âI thought if you get caught in the rain, you'll get sick?â
âPsh, no. At least, not as long as you can dry off and warm up afterwards. It'll also give me time to look through stuff down in the basement. I think there should be some old hand me downs that should fit you.â
âA good bath can do wonders.â Poppy hopped down from the windowsill and into Kissy's hand before the giant monster also gently corralled Ollie to the table where the food was waiting. âIt's been such a long time.â
âEr, excuse me for being intrusiveâŚâ you set down a towering plate of pancakes before sitting yourself. âBut can you guys get wet?â
âWe may not be flesh and bone anymore, but we can still enjoy a good shower,â Dogday answered as he set the plate of sausage links in front of you. âOr even a swim.â
âWhy is the water white?â Ollie interrupted, looking oddly at the glass of milk Kissy poured in front of him. âI've never seen it that color before.â
âItâs milk,â Poppy answered. âYou used to love it when you were a baby and we had access to some.â
Ollie sniffed suspiciously before taking a drink⌠and then nearly gulping the entire glass in one go. You took the opportunity of everyone chuckling at the boy to split the sausage between the others. Kissy noticed first and clapped excitedly, her mit-like hands muffling the sound.
âAngel,â Dogday sighed, though you weren't sure he was touched or exasperated. Or maybe both.
âShh, I saw the way you were eyeing them. I can always buy more when I go to town.â
He was silent for a while before taking a bite of the sausage, savoring it unlike Kissy who had all but inhaled hers. Ollie was following Kissyâs example with the banquet of food, while Poppy was benign as dainty as could be, cutting everything into tiny bites, even for her smaller size.
You couldnât help but savor your own food, feeling rather happy and optimistic about the future.
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