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deadqueerboys · 1 month ago

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Hand Toy - One Shot

Tommy x Male! Reader

M/n = reader

Plot; Phone sex.

I hate phone calls I don't know why I wrote it.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Tommy was fast. Maybe the time he spent without his boyfriend was making him crazy. They agreed that living far from each other wouldn't be a problem in their dynamic, but Tommy was jealous and easily insecure. His problems started with M/n going out with his friends. Every time he heard about him spending time with his friends, he felt something sting into his heart. His hands started to shake, and he bit his nails. It makes him awfully anxious. He could try to pass the time in other ways, using his tiktok or talking with his own friends. Nothing would be the same as being with his lover. He was too tired to notice that he sent a provocative text. He didn't know what to do with it. He stared at his phone with confusion, trying to understand if that was the right moment or not. The message that says; "Wish you were here in bed with me." Was making him awkward, and he couldn't sleep without an answer. He tried to turn around and stay in every single position that could make him quiet and sleepy. It was useless. He couldn't sleep without talking to him. He sent another one; "Babe?" And turned off his phone. He didn't receive a message back, but a call coming from M/n. His voice was sweet on the voice call.

"Hello?" M/n whispers, he sounds tired and sleepy. His hands could barely grab the phone while he was talking to Tom. He closed his eyes, touching his chest under his shirt. His fingers were tipping his nipples, trying to make him stay awake and horny. He wants to give Tommy this chance, a chance of free phone sex without any complaints. He pulls down his pants as he talks with him enough so he can see his own underwear and the beginning of his hard-on. "I missed you.." He replied without waiting for his turn to speak. M/n was needy, and he knew Tommy wanted it, too. "Guess what I'm wearing." He smirks. He knows he would never find out because they were just in a phone call, but he tries to make things funnier and risky.

"Clothes?" Tommy's lips turn into a straight line. He looks at his lap, feeling a little bit horny just by hearing his voice. He understands that he was being teasy, and he also knew how he could get into it even more. His hands run on his thigh, going up and down on his jeans. His pants were feeling smaller, he wonders if it was his fault or he was just getting crazy. Suddenly, he remembered something. Since they would be away from each other for weeks, he gave M/n one of his shirts. He peaks his nose, sniffing. He wants to cry and fuck him at the same time. He's so tired, Tom needs a hug. Not from any of his friends or his mom, he wants his boyfriend back. "My shirt?" His voice is low, almost a small whisper. He throws himself in the bed, laying his head back. He undoes his zipper and the button of his pants, ready to touch himself to his man's voice. He closes his eyes and thinks about it; M/n with his shirt, lifting it up to see his chest. He bites his lower lip softly, smelling his pillow. It smells like him, but he can try to imagine this is M/n's smell.

"Your shirt." He repeats, his voice more excited than Tommy's. His dick feels half hard, he wanted to listen more of his voice. He takes his phone, taking a picture of him with his shirt lifted up. M/n sends it to Tommy with a winky emoji. "Did you like it?" He puts his hand inside of his pants, stroking his cock at the sound of his whispers. He likes to be a tease. It's a pretty high difference between his normal behavior. He feels himself getting harder, his wrists moving faster. He whimpers, a type of cry coming out of him. His hips thrust up, his hips leaving the bed. And this is just the start. He nuzzles against his pillow, taking off his shirt and sniffing Tommy's smell. He wraps his shirt around his left wrist, locking it around him. His right hand works on his crotch, going fast enough to make some sounds. Tommy could listen to it if he paid more attention to this call. But he can't, he's too focused thinking about his shirt being used as a material to M/n's dirty activities.

Tommy takes off his clothes as fast as he sees the picture. The cold air filling his body. He was almost shaking. He could pass by it if I was for M/n. "Just wait a minute.." He speaks as he pulls down his pants and underwear. He moans as he notices how hard he is. He grabs the phone and takes a picture of his naked body to begin his chest and the end of his pubic hair. "There!" He send the pic, feeling oddly proud of himself. Tom lays in the bed again, giggling to himself. His hand wrap around his cock, touching his private area with strength and slow. His mind never leaves him alone, so he had to ask before he went crazy. "Did you like it? I'm not good at it.." He was shy at this time, not sure if he would like it or not. To his surprise, he got a happy face and a fire. His heat was growing, he slaps his cock against his tummy, watching how hard he is feeling.

"It's perfect, Tom. You're handsome." He leans into his own touch, bucking his hips in the same hurry has his hand. M/n can't help but look at the picture over and over again, slapping his cock on the screen. It's dirty, but he was dry, so it didn't make a mess. He spits on his hand, picking some papers to be next to him in bed in case he cums faster than what the plan. His hand moves faster as he looks at the screen, his pre-cum, together with his spit, making it easy for him to touch himself. "Babe, open the last drawer of our closet. There's a gift there for ya." He giggles, waiting for Tom to pick it. It was a transparent flashlight, at the perfect size to accommodate his cock and Tommy's. He hears a surprise gasp coming from the other side of the call. "Now do what I say." He clears his throat. "Go to the bed, sit on it. Open your legs and use the lube to lubricate your cock." He orders, his tone rushed and strong.

Tom does as he says, following step by step. His knees are weak as he takes the toy on his hands. He lubricates his length, quickly changing from his hand to the flashlight. He moans as soon as it takes all of his dick. "God, this feels good.." He whimpers, closing his eyes and moving the toy up and down on his dick. He throws his head back, rolling his eyes. The machine is powerful. It always makes a great job to M/n, and now it's Tommy's time to use it. "Why did you hide it from me?" He asks between his moans. It feels too good to keep to himself. Tom is so lost that he even moans M/n's name. He's embarrassed to feel so good with just a handjob from a sexual toy. He never thought it would be so good, of course, it's not the same from his boyfriend's hand or mouth. But he could imagine, and it was saving him from cumming too soon. He could feel it as warm as his own hands, making he sweat and whimper again.

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salty-autistic-writer · 2 months ago

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For @bucktommyfluffebruary, Day Six: Stargazing

Buck, Tommy, a sky full of stars and a game.

"I saw one!" Buck gasps and points. The bright flare of the shooting star is already gone after a blink of an eye though.

"Did you remember to make a wish?" Tommy asks fondly.

Buck chuckles, but his amusement quickly turns into sombre seriousness as a memory tugs at his heartstrings, filling his mind with the echo pictures of a sad and bitter experience.

"I used to do that as a kid. Ran away, climbed up a tree, stared at the stars and wished my parents would stop being so … distant. I always hoped they would come search for me. Imagined their voices, all worried and hopeful. They never came. Maddie did, of course. I stopped making wishes. But I did break my arm when I fell off that tree. Maddie couldn’t catch me. She was devastated,” he grimaces. “I was such an idiot.”

Tommy’s hand squeezes his. “I’m sorry, Evan. I don’t think you were an idiot. You were a kid, not understanding what was going on and why your parents behaved the way they did. It was their responsibility to make sure you were taken care of, not your own. You can make a wish now. And I will do my best to fulfil it.”

“Oh?” Buck turns on his side, supporting his head on his hand so that he can look at Tommy, who’s on his back, gazing up at the sky.

They’re on a hill, lying in the cool grass side by side.

“This is one of my favourite places in the world,” Tommy has told Buck almost shyly before taking him up there.

And Buck now sees why Tommy likes it here. It’s quiet. Peaceful. From up here, the lights of the city are sparkling dots and the buildings are vague contours without real edges. Above them, the clear night sky is full of stars. A spectacular sight.

Buck’s heart flutters when he realises this might be their most romantic date so far. No interruptions. No distractions. Just them and the stars. The ghost of his past fades as Buck makes new memories, taking the echo of pain with it.

“So I can order wishes from you now? What are you? Temu?” Buck teases.

Tommy scoffs playfully. “Come on. I’m sure I can do way better than Temu.”

“Hm. Alright. So … I have seen one shooting star so far. That means I have one wish. And I wish for … a kiss,” Buck decides with a grin.

“That can I do,” Tommy says. “But you have to be more specific. Do you mean a peck on the cheek, a forehead kiss, a kiss on top of your nose - or do you want one on the lips? Do you want it chaste, passionate or with tongue? Do you want it to last for a few seconds or a few minutes? Do you want to be breathless after it?”

“Oh wow,” Buck says, in awe, his face warming. “That’s a lot of possibilities to choose from. Uh. Alright, I choose … a two-minute kiss on my lips. Passionate, please. And I don’t mind being a little breathless. If you can manage to take my breath away, that is.”

“Now this sounds like a challenge,” Tommy says, raising a brow and pulling Buck into a kiss without hesitance.

It is passionate. Soft lips collide, parting slightly to allow their tongues to meet in a teasing way that makes Buck want more, more, more. Their bodies press together, hands starting to wander up and down. He’s floating, losing himself in the heat of the moment, and he could do this forever, but -

Tommy breaks the kiss. “Two minutes over.”

“There’s no way you kept count!” Buck says, catching his breath, his face burning and heart racing. “Come on … That wasn’t enough. I want more.”

More kiss. More of you. More of everything …

“Well, guess you have to wait for another shooting star,” Tommy says with a wink. Buck’s heart, mind and dick don’t want to wait for another shooting star. But it’s a game now. And Tommy told him the rules. So he sighs and looks back up at the sky, at all the sparkling dots, waiting for that spark that will light up the horizon for a second or two.

(AO3 Link)

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nickeverdeen · 1 year ago

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Can I ask for an imagine since there's almost none here pls?🙏🏻

So, in this one, gn!reader has beefs with their dad because he is very rude to them and a very mentally unstable man. Usually they spend a lot of time with joel because they like his company a lot and he's so good to them, they kind of wishes he was their dad. One time, they go to joel's house very sad, saying something happened home. Joel is not surprised, he knows the dick of a father this kid has. But now is different, reader says their father threatened them, and now joel knows the shit is getting real here. He asks, just by confirmation, what reader wanted to change the situation. Reader says all they wanted was their dad out of their life so they could have peace in jackson. Joel remembers he has patrol next morning with this man, and now he knows he has to do...something about it. Kiddo isn't asking much, after all.

Home, sweet home | Joel Miller x gn!kid!reader

Warnings: Cussing, neglectation, abuse, mentions of cigarettes, mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood

Summary: You’re seeking support from Joel, whom you view as a father figure, after your mentally unstable father threatens you. Joel decides to take action during his patrol with your father to ensure your safety and peace in Jackson

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The tension in the air was palpable as you entered your father's house, the familiar scent of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey assaulting your senses. You knew what awaited you – another confrontation, another argument with the man who was supposed to be your dad.

Your relationship with your father had always been strained, marred by years of bitter arguments and hurtful words. You longed for a father who would offer guidance and support, someone like Joel.

But as you stepped into the dimly lit living room, the atmosphere shifted from tense to volatile. Your father's eyes bore into you with a mixture of anger and resentment, his lips pressed into a thin line of disapproval. "Where the hell have you been?" Your father growled, his voice dripping with contempt.

Your heart sank as you braced yourself for yet another confrontation. You had spent the night at Joel’s house, seeking refuge from the toxic environment of your father’s home.

“I was out” you replied tersely, your voice tinged with defiance

Your father's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. "You think you can just come and go as you please? You think you can disrespect me like that? Why can’t you be more like Tommy or Maria? They’re a responsible and useful people who unlike you don’t waste the oxygen on this Earth. You’re nothing, but a waste of time and energy!" You felt a surge of frustration and fear coursing through you as you locked eyes with your father. "Then why the fuck did you even have me, you asshole?!" you shot back, your voice rising in anger. Without warning, your father lunged forward, his hand snaking out to grab a nearby glass. Your heart pounded in your chest as you braced yourself for the inevitable confrontation.

"You ungrateful little brat" your father spat, his voice laced with venom. "You think you can talk back to me? You think you can defy me in my own fucking house?" Your pulse quickened as your father's anger escalated, the air thick with tension and fear. You knew you had pushed him too far, that your words had ignited a firestorm of rage. With a sudden, violent motion, your father hurled the glass against the wall, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the room. You flinched instinctively, your heart racing as you stared at the shattered remnants of your father's anger.

"Get the fuck out, you worthless piece of shit!" their father growled, his voice low and menacing. "Get out before I’ll beat the shit out of you, you stupid ass fuck!" Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at your father, your mind reeling with a mixture of fear and disbelief. You knew you had to leave, to escape the toxic environment of your father's house before it consumed you whole.

Without a word, you quickly got up and fled from the house, your heart heavy with sorrow and regret. You knew you could never change your father, could never mend the broken relationship that lay shattered at your feet.

As you made your way to Joel’s house, a heavy weight settled in your chest, dragging you down with each step. The events of the evening replayed in your mind like a broken record, the echoes of your father’s anger still ringing in your ears.

When you finally reached Joel’s doorstep, your heart felt heavy with sorrow and despair. You knew you could always count on Joel for comfort and support, but tonight, your burden felt too heavy to bear alone. Joel opened the door, his expression softening as he took in the sight of your tear-stained face. Without a word, he stepped aside, silently inviting you inside.

You stepped into the warmth of Joel’s house, the familiar scent of woodsmoke and leather enveloping you like a comforting embrace. You sank onto the couch, burying your face in your hands as tears threatened to spill over.

Joel sat down beside you, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of emotions raging inside your heart. He didn’t need to ask what had happened – he could see the pain etched in every line of your face.

“Hey kid,” Joel said gently, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. “You wanna talk about it?” You shook your head, unable to find the words to articulate the turmoil churning inside you. All you could think about was the look of hatred in your father’s eyes, the sharp sting of his words cutting you to the core.

Joel didn’t press for answers, sensing that you needed time to process your emotions. Instead, he reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, a silent gesture of solidarity and support before wrapping you in a blanket and getting you a hot cocoa.

For hours, you both sat in silence, the only sound the soft crackle of the fire burning in the hearth. You found solace in Joel’s presence, his steady presence a comforting reminder that you were not alone in your pain so you decided to bring him into what happened, telling him about the glass accident, hurtful words and the threatening from your father. The weight of your words hung heavy in the air as Joel listened, his jaw clenched with simmering anger. He had known that your father was trouble, the whole town did, but the gravity of the situation hit him like a punch to the gut

“So, what do you want to do about it?” Joel asked, his voice low and measured. He had to tread carefully – he didn’t want to scare you off with talk of your father, but he couldn’t just sit back and do nothing either, you hesitated, your gaze dropping to your hands folded in your lap. “I just… I want him out of my life,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel safe, Joel.” The raw vulnerability in your voice tugged at Joel’s heartstrings, igniting a fierce protectiveness deep within him. He wanted nothing more than to make things right for you, to rid your life of the toxic influence of your father once and for all.

As the night wore on, your exhaustion finally caught up with you, your eyes growing heavy with sleep. With a gentle nudge, Joel led you to the guest room, tucking you in with a warm blanket and a soft pillow. “Get some rest, kid,” Joel murmured, his voice a soothing lullaby, but his mind was already running wild as he remembered that tommorow morning he has a patrol with this shit called your ‘father’ and Joel knows damn well that he’ll do anything to protect his family, even if you’re not blood related, he doesn’t give a fuck he’ll protect you and make sure you won’t have to go through this hell again. You are his family since the first day of when Ellie brought you here when you were younger and he saw how your father behaves towards you, he already felt protective of you back then and now with that old man threatening you? Hell nah, the least he’ll do is have a conversation with him.

You drifted off to sleep, your dreams haunted by memories of your father’s anger and your own sense of helplessness. But in the warmth and safety of Joel’s house, you found sanctuary from the storm raging outside. “I’ll make sure he never hurts you again.” Joel whispered knowing you’re asleep as he gave you a small fatherly kiss on the cheek.

The next morning, Joel’s footsteps echoed through the quiet streets of Jackson as he made his way to the rendezvous point for his patrol with your father. His mind raced with thoughts of what he was about to do, the weight of his decision heavy on his shoulders.

As he approached the designated meeting spot, your father came into view, his presence casting a dark shadow over the sunny morning. Joel’s fists clenched at his sides, a surge of anger coursing through his veins as he remembered the fear in your eyes. “Morning” your father greeted him with a sneer, his tone dripping with contempt. “Ready to patrol, old man?” Joel forced a tight smile, his stomach churning with revulsion at the sight of the man standing before him. “Yeah, let’s get this over with,” he replied through gritted teeth.

For hours, they walked the perimeter of Jackson in silence, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Your father made small talk, but Joel barely registered his words, his mind consumed with other thoughts.

Finally, as they reached the outskirts of town, Joel’s patience reached its breaking point. He turned to face your father, his expression steely with determination. “We need to talk,” Joel said, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. Your father raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from amusement to suspicion. “What’s this about, old man?” he asked, his tone tinged with arrogance. Joel took a step forward, his gaze boring into your father with unwavering intensity. “You need to leave,” he said firmly. “You’re not welcome here anymore.”

Your father scoffed, a cruel smile twisting his lips. “And who’s gonna make me, huh? Are you trying to scare me away ‘cause that bitch of mine told you to? They’re mine property, old man. I get to do whatever I want with them” he taunted, taking a step closer to Joel. “Whatever I want” he repeated.

Without hesitation, Joel lunged forward, his fist connecting with your father’s jaw with a satisfying thud. The force of the blow sent your father stumbling backwards, his eyes widening in shock. Joel despite being older is advanced at fighting, his movements fluid and controlled as he unleashed a flurry of punches, each one landing with deadly accuracy. Your father fought back, but Joel was relentless, his rage fueling his every move.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your father lay crumpled on the ground, blood oozing from a split lip and more blood covering his face. Joel stood over him, his chest heaving with exertion as he glared down at the man who had terrorized you for far too long. “You’re done here,” Joel growled, his voice low and menacing. “You hear me? If I ever see you near Y/N again, I won’t hold back. Not again” With that, Joel kicked him in the stomach and walked away, leaving your father lying battered and broken on the ground. As he made his way back to Jackson, Joel felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him – he had done what needed to be done to protect the ones he cared about.

As dawn broke on a new day, you awoke to the sound of birdsong filtering through the window. You rose from bed, your heart heavy with the weight of the previous night’s events unaware that Joel made sure this won’t ever happen again.

But as you made your way to the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of Joel’s quiet humming greeted you like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. You couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of Joel’s presence filling you with a sense of hope and renewal.

“Morning, kid,” Joel greeted you with a grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners with affection. “You sleep okay?” You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Yeah, thanks to you,” you replied softly, your voice filled with gratitude as you saw a letter that Tommy and Maria signed that gives Joel the right to legally take you under his wing if you’d want to.

Joel poured you a cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling the air with warmth and comfort. As you sat down at the kitchen table, you felt a sense of peace settling over you like a blanket. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth and love of your makeshift family, you knew that you would find the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead. And with Joel by your side, you knew you would never have to face them alone.

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colossal774 · 2 months ago

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In GTA IV they punish those that dared to steal the multigazillion dollar game with a drunk cam where you can see the game and technically move but it’s all backwards and drowsy and fucked up I would love to sit with the creators imagine creating something you know will be profitable and adding this in for shits and giggles so Raj in Mumbai or Minh from Hanoi who probably can’t even understand English waste time downloading their shitty overplanned and underdeveloped game just to find out it’s drunk cammed I played that game too well for years growing up you just download a fix and hope it keeps working but it always failed somehow and Nico isn’t moving properly again and you say goodbye to all that progress and restart the save and get another fix the one that will surely work this time and the more you progress the more you stop feeling your gun about deleting the game then bam you’re in that car again in front of a garage and your fat fuck cousin is saying Hey Nico dialogue screen is moving weird game mechanics fucked yet again anyways we strayed again so that was my game same game all the time same version sometimes and barely functional to keep you invested while punishing you for wanting to play it I hated it the big city with giant neon lines didn’t impress me the array of female models you can undress with a symbol mode or just replace all the dudes with naked tits something vaguely resembling bushes didn’t either I was in it for the story that’s what always got me and the characters the cousin that you will predict either of you betray the other or the death of one of you and the other mourning him like Mafia 2 stuff that was the era and I didn’t mind it I even accepted it and wished he would be the one that betrayed me it makes the story better again Mafia 2 you’re totally the asshole when the credit scene comes it leaves you empty and guilty so I kept playing I enjoyed the dates a kid my age finding out that there are dating mechanics in a game that isn’t online or pay to win was heaven because then seeing those vague bushes and distressingly anatomically accurate tits on the not anatomically accurate models felt weird it felt manufactured unearned I wanted Nico to actually earn love and by extension wet his dick but in a worth it setting not just ones I had added from a weird porno/mods/patches site that didn’t have one clean file so I did the dating I courted them when I could because Nico wasn’t a rich guy and had main missions to stick to and I even did it with the odd drunk camera active once or twice I didn’t get to see what happened when they eventually did the deed but it was better than seeing the modded models while he realistically didnt I loved the silly commercials Nicos had running on the TV more than the fully actualized in game cinema GTA 5 had because it was real it didn’t feel manufactured I think I’m the only person alive that has this game as their favorite GTA one it’s not the best story or characters or anything but when I had it it was mine the radio in GTA 5 with the funny edgy jokes written by old comics to make teens drool didn’t interest me I wanted what’s mine and what’s mine was an underdeveloped overly ambitious game that punished me for not buying it I hated that drunk cam and no fix ever worked long enough for me not to hate the game but even though I hated every single thing about it because of the cam and how my old laptop couldn’t run it properly without fuming and shutting down I finished it at least three times with the drunk cam not totally fixed and with my PC magically deleting save files whenever the drunk cam didn’t and I bought 5 when it came out because I liked the series never liked the dudes behind it but always liked the ones in it from GTA 3 to 5 and all whats between paid for one and accepted that Tommy if my saves weren’t deleted will lose the ability to do basic tasks and Nico will drunk cam my progress to hell and Claude’s whole world will shake until I find another fix I love video games and hate taking meds it fucks with the save files blurry vision and all

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sandwichesandbitches · 4 months ago

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Saw @userautumn 's posts about buck and eddie getting together but cheating on each other with tommy and lost my mind a little-

(spoilery content warning in pink text at top of the fic under the readmore-if wanted)

Eddie and Tommy are on a phone call, that continues to a video call when Buck and Eddie are about to have sex. Buck is not aware of this

Eddie doesn’t wait for a greeting, as soon as the call connects-“You had sex with Buck”

He’s not expecting his voice to come out quite that delighted. And by the beat of silence coming from the other end of the phone, neither was Tommy.

“I did”

Fuck. Eddie’s hard. It’s crazy, the thought should drove him to jealousy, anger (at Buck or Tommy, at himself he’s not sure.) He should hate that Buck slept with someone else, he should hate that it wasn’t him. But he doesn’t. He’s hard and he wants to know everything.

“What was he like?”

Tommy’s stunned “What” comes out in a gasp.

“Was he desperate? Needy? Our first time, he was so pliant and quiet, like he was holding back you know?” Eddie sounds almost frantic to his own ears. He feels frantic. “But since then, he’s been more himself. Or I think he has. More demanding. But I know the way I am with him is different to how I was with you”

With Tommy, Eddie was the pliant one. Going where he was put, taking what he was given. Tommy could have done anything and he would have accepted it. Gratefully.

Tommy gulps so loud that it comes through clearly over the line. But he doesn’t hang up, he starts talking

“Yeah, he’s demanding with me too. And he was definitely needy. Had to hold him against the wall and jerk him off just to get him calm enough to get to bed” Eddie grips his dick through his pants, so grateful that Tommy is willing to follow this with him.

“Yeah, he loves when I hold him down. Doesn’t stop him though. What else?” Eddie’s breathless.

But so is Tommy

“You just gotta be firmer with him. Don’t be afraid to spank him when he needs it.”

Eddie’s so turned on he’s going to lose his mind.

He’s never bothered when Buck doesn’t stay where he puts him, enjoys his restless wriggling and squirming. And he’s not going to spank Buck, it’s not his thing.

But Tommy spanking Buck? (spanking Eddie) God he hopes he needed one so he can see the marks of it. He doesn’t quite push the question out before Tommy continues

“Saw your marks on him, drove me crazy thinking about what you were doing when you put them there. Wanted to know what ones he put on you” Eddie makes his way through the house to his bedroom as Tommy talks. Buck has shut the door to the bathroom, but he can hear the shower running.

“I think I left a few where you didn’t, couldn’t stop myself. Have you never eaten him out? You find the best places to leave them when you do”

He keeps one eye on the closed door as he quickly sheds his jeans and starts unbuttoning his shirt “Haven’t done that yet, I’ll make sure I do though, i want to see. Make sure they don’t fade.”

He hears Tommy let out a muffled curse and a low hiss. He’s probably got his hand on his cock Eddie thinks dizzily. He closes his eyes to imagine it. Probably going slow, easing up and down, maybe just cupping it in one large palm.

Depending on how many times Buck wanted it, he might be too oversensitive to do much.

Eddie has to sit down. His cock is leaking in his underwear and he’s suddenly genuinely worried he might come without touching himself, just from hearing Tommy, from the thrill of Buck just one door away. He squeezes himself tightly through the material.

He has plans that he is not going to let his cock ruin.

“How many times?” Eddie doesn’t bother to clarify any further. He knows Tommy is going to give him what he needs.

“Once against the wall, then I got him in bed, ate him out, fingered him a little. He didn’t come from that, almost though, said he wanted me in him when he came again.” Tommy lets out a quiet gasping sound and Eddie knows that he’s jerking himself now, if he strains he can just about hear the sound of it. “he rode me, we both came, then I put him on his back, ate my come out of him and fed it to him.” It’s Eddies turn to get his hand on himself and let out a hissing breath. Compared to the heat of his cock, his hand feels freezing cold

“He humped my leg when I was kissing him, and he came again”

Eddie can imagine it clearly.

(He can see himself in the same position- pinned in the middle of sparing. On his back. Tommy’s bulk over him. The fleeting touch of a hard cock against his, the way he spread his legs, laid himself out. Bringing his hips up to rut against whatever part of Tommy he could reach, until Tommy pulled away, left him dizzy with need. And then flipped him onto his front, pulled his shorts down and took).

Eddie forces his mind back to Buck.

The first time, where Buck went where Eddie put him staring at Eddie in disbelief that it was even happening, content to limit himself to one (admittedly intense) orgasm before settling down to sleep. Back plastered to Eddies front, despite his cock perking back up as Eddie had cleaned him up, dark eyes following his naked form as he moved around the room getting ready for bed.

To every time after, where he’s been a wriggling needy fountain of come and orgasms. Not worried if Eddie needs time to recover (or a few times count himself out for the night) content to rub against an offered body part gasping and clinging, or happily putting on a show if he thinks Eddie just needs some incentive to get back in the game.

The incentives have always worked so far.

He’s jerked out of his memories (of Buck and of Tommy) by the breathless sound of Tommy’s voice as he continues “then he practically choked himself on my cock”

Eddie burns with envy. He hasn’t gotten that chance yet. He mentally tires to replace the sense memory of Buck’s cock in his mouth with Tommy’s. Buck’s a little longer, Tommy’s a little thicker. He would stretch his mouth wider, he’d feel the sting of it. Tommy would be more purposeful. Buck can be content to be held down, to let Eddie work him over however he wants.

Tommy. Tommy would not be. Tommy would just take. He knows it. The same way he took him when-

The shower shuts off.

Eddie takes a centering breath before speaking quickly and quietly into the phone, hoping that Tommy will go along with this. “Buck’s about to get out of the shower” he hears Tommy’s heaving breaths, but he doesn’t even try to interrupt so Eddie barrels on. “mute your phone and I’ll put you on speaker”

Tommy’s voice is rough, like it’s almost being pulled out of him against his will

“or you could put me on a video call”

There’s almost complete silence after Tommy says that. Like he’s holding his breath. Eddie certainly is. There’s a faint ringing in his ears, he thinks his hands are shaking. His cock is practically leaping in his underwear at the thought.

He’s torn. What he suggested is wrong, a violation of Buck. A video call would be worse, surely.

Much hotter.

Eddie knows Buck. He knows if they sat down and talked about this, about filming themselves, being watched, he would leap at the chance. He used to have sex in the engine, in the middle of the day. He’d be into this.

Eddie gulps.

He’d say yes even if he wasn’t if he thought it was something Eddie needed to stay interested.

A clatter and a muttered curse from the bathroom pulls Eddie back to himself, and he acts without thinking, without allowing himself to think. He pulls his phone from his ear and switches to video call, pressing the speaker icon at the same time. He groans weakly when its immediately accepted and Tommy has the camera pointed down his body, showing his hand holding his cock against his abs, thumb rubbing slow circles against the glistening head.

Eddie quickly removes his underwear, hissing as the fabric rubs against his cock.

He’s going to have to calm down if he wants this to work.

He switches the camera round, away from the view of the ceiling and a sliver of his bright red sweaty forehead, to his own cock. He wraps his hand around the base and squeezes tightly to bring himself from the edge and he hears a small empathetic ‘fuck’ from the phones speakers as Tommy runs his hand up the length of his cock, fist engulfing the head, before stroking back down, gripping the base, needing to calm down as much as Eddie does.

He whips his head towards the bathroom as he hears Buck moving around. He can almost see him, intimately in tune with his bathroom rituals. He’ll have finished drying himself off, putting his clothes in the laundry basket, wiping the shower and the mirror down. Eddie might get more time then he usually would. Buck will almost certainly be looking over himself. Pressing on marks, thinking about how he got them.

Eddie’s ended up with Buck backing him against the sink to rut against him after particularity enthusiastic rounds that have left marks visible in the immediate aftermath. And based on the red of beard burn on Buck’s neck, there will be plenty for him to examine. He is almost definitely leaving the bathroom hard, no matter how much guilt he holds right now, and Eddie is not planning on letting him linger in it.

He quickly props his phone on the top of the dresser opposite the bed, screen facing the wall, and he moves some things around until it stands when he lets go. He shifts to the side of the dresser, if he’s done it right, the bed should be in full view.

“Can you see?” he whispers so quietly, he’s almost sure Tommy won’t hear him but the answering yes comes, just as quiet “ok, mute yourself” he doesn’t hear anything back, he just has to trust this will work.

He all but throws himself to sit at the end of the bed. Leaning back on one hand but angling his body to wards the bathroom door, still in full view of the camera. He brings his other hand up to rub at the tip of his cock, putting himself on display as Buck exits the bathroom, towel wrapped around his hips, held shut just by his fist and. Yeah. Just as Eddie suspected, his cock is very clearly hard.

Buck’s squeezing his curls with another towel, frowning down at the floor in thought. Unknowingly putting himself on perfect display for his boyfriend. Eddie feels a pang of sympathy for Tommy that he’s standing outside of the cameras view.

He hasn’t seen Eddie yet. This is the last chance to stop what’s happening. He could do any number of things, push Buck back into the bathroom, against the wall or door, somewhere out of sight. Tommy would end the call, never talk about it again.

(Eddie could tell Buck he knows, could confess his own sins. They could cut Tommy out of their lives, he wouldn’t fight them).

His heart clenches.

Buck twists his body to throw the towel he was using on his hair back into the bathroom and then moves further into the bedroom, looking up. Eddie smiles when Buck stutters to a stop upon seeing him, giving him a very obvious appreciative up and down. Eddie gives him one right back taking a deep breath-

“You should drop the towel”

Buck drops the towel

#my fic #buddietommy #911 #cheating fic

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allzelemonz · 2 years ago

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Rat meets Rat II: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Micah Bell is his own warning, O’Driscoll reader, sexual manipulation, finger sucking, anal fingering, anal sex, overstimulation Summary: It’s time to pay up for that deal you made with Micah to get a place in the Van der Linde gang. Part 1, Part 2

Micah keeps his end of the deal. He takes you back and convinces Dutch you could be useful. You’re under supervision, still without your guns, but you’re alive. Turns out that Dutch finds Tommy’s location very useful and he sends a couple of his boys out to see him. The women of the camp dictate your jobs for the day and you end up doing laundry and helping their cook until Micah pulls you away after the sun sets.

He leads you into the trees surrounding camp, silent as he winds through them. Your mouth is dry, both from a lack of water and nerves. Micah is a good looking man but you have no idea what he’s like or what exactly he’ll ask of you. He’s held up his end of the deal, you have to hold up yours. Going this deep into the woods, so far away from his allies, makes it tempting to try and take his guns. Maybe you could run out West, away from all of this gang nonsense.

“Come ‘ere, O’Driscoll.”

Micah’s words make your mind return to the present and meet his eyes. He stands by a large tree, hands resting on his gun belt. The moonlight shines at him, showing his face in a glowing contrast to the surrounding shadows. He has a scar on his chin that you never noticed before. Like a beckoning force guides you, you follow his order. He grabs at the collar of your shirt and backs you into the large tree.

“Open.” He mutters, his thumb pressing at your lips.

You comply and he shifts his hand to press a few fingers into your mouth. He watches intently as you cover them in spit, his other hand slowly unfastening your pants. The look in his eyes makes your chest tighten, it’s intense and cutting. He pushes your pants down, letting them fall to your ankles as he takes back his hand. No time is wasted as he pushes one finger inside of you and you have to bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep from making noise. Micah quickly follows with the other slicked fingers and stretches you out. Your knees go a little weak, you can’t help it when you stumble and lean on him. He lets you, spreading his fingers in a way that forces a sound out before you can stop it.

“Like that, do ya, O’Driscoll?” Micah mutters, close to your ear.

Your response is cut before it forms as he starts a sudden fast pace, fucking you with his fingers and making it hard to stand. Your hand grabs his arm for stability as his low chuckle fills your ear. His nails aren’t trimmed, causing a slight pain as he moves so quickly inside of you, but the movement feels too good to care about that.

“Ain’t ya glad ya ratted, cowboy?” He mutters, his free hand grabbing your waist to help you stay standing.

You hum in response, the most enthusiastic yes you can muster with the way his fingers are making you feel. A million things went through your mind when you agreed to this, but you never thought it would feel this good. Something so basic, you can’t help but imagine what’s to come. He’s taking his time, letting you enjoy something instead of just pushing you against the tree or down to your knees.

His hand moves around your dick, spreading the precum and pumping you at the same pace his fingers fuck you. You’re coming entirely undone at the hands of a Van der Linde. He hasn’t even put much of an effort in and you’re so close. You don’t have the words to warn him as you drop your head against his shoulder and release over his hand. His fingers don’t stop, returning to stretching you as his other hand squeezes you for every drop you’ll give. You can barely stand when you’re done and Micah pushes your back flat against the tree. His fingers withdraw from your sensitive muscles as he lifts your legs around his waist. You don’t remember him unfastening his pants, but the feeling of him teasing at your hole is unmistakable.

“Ya know my name, cowboy?” He asks, a hand wiping sweat from your forehead.

You nod softly, still a little dizzy.

“Use it.”

He pushes into you and the oversensitive muscle shoots pain and pleasure all over you. Your hands grip at his jacket as you’re pressed solidly into the tree, your legs clinging to him for dear life. He settles, fully encased around your sensitive flesh.

“Micah…” You breathe, forcing your mouth to form the syllables despite your distinct lack of breath.

“Good boy.” He whispers, almost gently, as he pulls your head to rest against his shoulder.

His hands move to your waist for more control as he starts his thrusts. Slow at first as he basks in how tightly your hands grip at his jacket and the quick breaths he feels against his neck. You’ve gotten hard again, the rough feeling from your sensitivity making it come on much faster than you expected. When Micah picks up his pace your dick rubs against his shirt in a delightful way. His rough thrusts make you bite your lip to hold in the pathetic noise you feel building. His fingers are nothing compared to his dick, especially with the urgency he has in fucking you. Fast, full thrusts against your overly stimulated walls make you hardly notice when he starts pumping your dick again.

“Micah…” You moan as your fingers scratch at the leather of his jacket. “Fuck, Micah!”

You release over his hand again as he continues to fuck you, a low chuckle filling your ears.

“Fuck, O’Driscoll.” He grunts as he thrusts again, hitting a sensitive spot and making you gasp. “Fuck, yer better than I thought.”

You can barely feel him anymore, a numbness coming over your sensitive muscles, but it’s clear when he releases. His fingers grip tight at your hips and his head leans against yours as his thrusts slow. His breathing is heavy, more than yours, so he presses you against the tree and sits for a minute as you both catch your breath. It hurts when he finally pulls out and you hide yourself wincing until he steps back to put himself away. Your knees are weak and you have to rely on the tree for support. Everything hurts and feels so painfully good at the same time. Then your legs nearly give out and Micah has to catch you, surprising you that he bothers. He leans you back against the tree and picks up your pants for you, fastening them again.

“Yer a mess, O’Driscoll.” He mutters, his hands lingering on your waistband. “Damn pretty mess.”

His eyes look over your disheveled state. The drying release that paints both of your shirts, the sweat covering your skin. There’s a twinkle in his cold eyes as his thumb strokes the skin under your shirt.

A smile comes over your face. “Better than you thought, huh?”

“Watch yer mouth, O’Driscoll.” He snaps, eyes cutting back to cold as he glares at you.

You bow your head a bit, looking up at him with as much of sweet eyes as you can muster. His hand grabs your jaw, tilting your head back up. You keep the sweet look on your face, wanting to stay on this good side of him rather than the side that threatens you with gelding. His thumb drags slowly over your bottom lip, his eyes watching closely as it moves under his touch. Then he pulls his hands away and steps back, leaving you a little colder than you’d like.

“Fuck off, O’Driscoll.” He nods towards camp. “Keep this ta yerself.”

You move slowly, testing if your shaking legs can handle your weight. You stumble when you walk, but you manage it with the occasional tree as support. Micah really isn’t so bad an option.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #micah bell #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #micah bell x reader #micah bell x male reader #x reader #x male reader

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ultimateplaylistmaker · 10 months ago

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I just want to say, it's a bit disheartening to see how you are interpreting Techno's character but I respect it.

Can I just ask you hold off on it for a week? It's his death anniversary on the 5th and it hurts to see a version of him being talked about that way

/nm

Technoblade was playing a character on the dream smp, and that all I've done is say that kokichi would not like THE CHARACTER for canonical things he has done, kokichi who hates violence, would not like the man going "violence is the only universal language" I didn't even say on the most recent post whether he was right or wrong about this, just that he would, while I have made it known I think dsmp techno's character is a villainous character before, that was over a month ago

I love techno too! i loved his content, I nearly cried when tommy and technodad posted that video of old techno content! I own the techno tribute hoodie! Techno the person seemed to be absolutely amazing kind person, and the world is less for his loss. However, as Techno was an english major who liked stories of pyrrhic heroes, I do not think he would be insulted or offended by people coming to their own conclusions on his character. Even if that conclusion "wow, what a dick" because that says nothing on him as a person, and is in fact a part of the process of creation and sharing stories.

I understand his death is still something that impacts a lot of people, and im sorry if it hurts you, but the truth of the matter is that character techno and person techno arent the same thing, and people are allowed to critique or analyze character techno without it being seen as a slight against person techno.

If any of the stories about Techno's future plans are to be believed, (love you cyberknife), I think he'd think it's funny to imagine an anime character going "what a weirdo" at his dsmp character. He'd just be like "YOOOO FREE PUBLICITY WITH THE ANIME WEIRDO CROWD SUBSCRIBE TO TECHNOBLADEEEEE."

#this isnt even my mcyt blog why am I back in the 'dsmp techno is kind of a bad person' trenches what is this 2020 #anon chaos

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starry-eyed-extraterrestrial · 1 year ago

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I was asking what omegaverse classification every member of mötley crüe fell under and then @anaalnathrakhs said that no matter what classification they are, they're always interesting and I'm inclined to agree, so here's a comprehensive list of what I think is interesting about the guys falling under each dynamic.

Alpha Vince - This just makes sense, Vince is cocky and sure of himself with an overly masculine energy. He covers up insecurities with fake hubris and gets aggressive whenever provoked in any way, I mean he literally challenged Axl Rose to a full on fist fight on live television, tell me that isn't alpha behaviour. Also being an alpha gives Vince an excuse to be overly sexual with no consequences, because the media (at least in omegaverse 80s)is always like “oh he's an alpha he can't help it, they're innately sexual beings, if you don't let alpha's be alphas your depriving them of their nature” basically the media just enables him to fuck more as an alpha, without qeustion.

Omega Vince - This also makes sense somehow. Male omegas are rare and Vince loves being the centre of attention and by being an omega he would definitely stand out, which he loves. However Vince being a man whore would be more frowned upon in this context as “he's an omega, he should be saving himself for his alpha one day!” However I can't decide if this sentiment would make Vince more secretive about his slutiness or far more vocal about it (I'm leaning towards the latter). However I don't think that Omega Vince would feel as confident in his own skin as Alpha or beta Vince would, as being called a used up slut by the media kinda goes to his head and makes him far less innerly confident, but on the outside he's more confident than ever. Don't think Vince would use any supprecents or scent blockers of any kind, all omega natural for him.

Beta Vince - Now this is the most interesting Vince dynamic to write I think. Because in a world where alpha's are important and omegas are held on top of a pedestal, betas are just kinda…there and this would drive Vince absolutely insane. Like totally bonkers. Just imagine him going twice as hard as any of his alpha/omega singer friends, desperately trying to stand out, wanting all the praise and reverence his differently classified friends would get and successfully at that. Vince's ego would be huge and small, he would be calm and insane, graceful yet feral. Beta Vince my beloved juxtaposition friend. (I am deranged, I never see anyone write beta Vince and it is clearly the most interesting of all options) Like he would try to pick more fights then alpha Vince just to prove that he is still worthwhile, even though his classification is not worthwhile.

Alpha Tommy - Tommy does strictly think with his dick, so this checks out. Similar to alpha Vince I think Tommy would use the gize of being an alpha to be an absolute tool. The one dangerous thing about alpha Tommy though is that he falls in love so quickly and he would totally claim the first girlfriend he ever had and then regret it and then just be stuck bonded to a random girl he dated once like…forever 💀

Omega Tommy - Gets claimed by the first alpha who he falls for and regrets it. Omega Tommy would never take any heat supplements and sees his heat as a mini fuck vacation. If Tommy can avoid getting claimed by every person he falls into bed with and manages to not get knocked up, I think he'd really enjoy being an omega. He doesn't have any of the innate omegan shame that I think all the other guys would have as omegas.

Beta Tommy - This would just be Tommy normally, but with the added bonus of not being educated on dynamics really because he's a beta and therefore didn't think it was important for him to pay attention in health class, so like if one of the guys where to go into heat at an inconvenient time he'd just be like ??? “Can't you like…hold it in??”

Alpha Nikki - With him being the band leader low key him being an alpha makes sense to me in the sense that Nikki is in control of a lot of Mötley's output as a band music and press wise. He's a control freak and being an alpha would go well for him since he'd have an excuse to be bossy all the time, with the added effect of people actually listening to him. Nikki would love being an alpha I'm sure, that being said, I don't think this is the best fit for him personally. Uses being an alpha as an excuse to be feral.

Omega Nikki - this is the guy that has the most omega shame of all the guys I think. Like he'd take an insane amount of supprecents and scent blockers and stuff. He wouldn't trust anyone to help him through his heats, and I think for the longest time he wouldn't tell the band, not until he really needed to at least. Nikki hates being out of control and looked down upon. Being an omega would be really hard on his already bad self image in the 80s.

Beta Nikki - Just normal Nikki, he would not understand other classifications needs but he respects them and tries to accommodate them as much as he can without sacrificing his own comfort.

Alpha Mick - Mick is naturally an alpha I think. A very calming dominating presence in a way that doesn't overwhelm a lot of people like the other guys as alpha's would. He's just a very safe feeling. Mick is good Alpha material in my mind. I do think he'd have trouble asserting himself if there are multiple alpha's in a room though, Mick hates confrontation and so he tries to stay out of it as much as possible.

Omega Mick - Now this is an interesting thought, Mick as an omega is (like beta Vince) one of those juxtapositions that would just be fascinating because usually omegas are soft around the edges, submissive and traditionally more and feminine and here comes omega Mick, dominant, rough and crass. A lot of alpha's who are interested in him think he's playing hard to get but he is just genuinely not interested. He wouldn't be omega Nikki levels of insane about blockers but I think he'd wear a cologne that covered his scent up. I also think growing up as an omega would have made Mick even more overly passive, which I didn't think was possible.Anyway, live, laugh and love this idea.

Beta Mick - Makes the most sense in my opinion. Mick is pretty much the best person in the band to give this classification to. He himself is a true neutral in every situation and he can bring the balance like this (not that he can't in other dynamics, it just is a betas professional to keep the peace between the other two dynamics). Beta Mick makes alot of sense and is very accurate to who he is as a person. Also he'd hate to get heats and ruts, so really this pick would be for the best.

Okay, I'm tired now going to bed, but drop your thoughts on me in the comments or just write Starry your a cunt in my inbox with your own opinions on this matter along with it , I'd love to see that :)

#starry rambles #my fic #omegaverse au #feeling particularly unhinged rn #it's the lack of sleep #anyway sleeby time zzzz

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (1053): Sat 15th Feb 2025

I’m thinking about signing up for the Tough Mudder obstacle course event in June. As a kid I was a big fan of the show The Krypton Factor particularly the obstacle course part and I’ve been keen to take part in one my whole life. Tough Mudder is, as the name suggests, an obstacle course where all of the obstacles involve mud in some way, namely you run through fields of mud in order to get to the next one. The obstacles include climbing walls, underwater tunnels and even a field of electric strips so I will be hobbling if not crawling to work the next day (and I will be sorely tempted to go into work without showering so that people see me covered in mud and think that some sort of swamp monster has invaded the factory). I’m not expecting to break any records or anything and even if it takes me ten hours to complete the course I’m determined to get through it and collect my medal).

This evening I watched the horror movie Teeth for the first time which is about a girl who’s born with teeth in her vagina (as nasty as this sounds the other way round would be worse). I enjoyed the film and really laughed at the dark comedy and sheer absurdity of the films concept but I don’t think I’ll be rushing to watch it again. When I’m on my deathbed in 200 years clutching my Tough Mudder medal I think I’ll be content with only watching a film about a girl who’s pussy bites off cocks the one time. This got me thinking about what superpower I would give to a character if I made a movie. I decided I’d like to make a movie about a man who can make things explode just by wanking at them. There are a couple of rules though: the thing that explodes is the thing that the guy is looking at when he comes, everything he points his cock at while he’s jacking it won’t just blow up. This would be the ideal superpower to have if that comet actually does come anywhere near Earth because WankMan could just fly up into space, knock one out and blow the thing up. The only thing is it would make it incredibly hard for WankMan to masturbate solely for pleasure anymore as he’d blow up whatever magazine or laptop screen he was looking at. I imagine it would get incredibly tiresome having to go into outer space and pointing your dick into the abyss just to make sure you don’t destroy anything while you have a Tommy Tank.

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kedreeva · 2 years ago

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Steve gets to have the talk with Jonathan that he wanted to have at the end of S1

I know who sent this one, and I know why she went on anon, and I SEE YOU, SUNSHINE.

collected on AO3

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It doesn’t take long for Steve to feel out of place in the too-bright waiting room. He’s exhausted and achy and still reeling from spinning his entire life hard 180 degrees only to find himself in utter freefall. He’d already had his own injuries looked at and been told to have someone keep an eye on him for his concussion, but there was no one at home, so he’d collapsed into the nearest unoccupied chair.

But now the lights are too bright and the kids had all shot up to see their friend when he woke up, and the adults had either gone with them or disappeared for business, and Steve finds himself once again alone. The silence - or near-silence anyway - is nice, but every time the dying light down the hall flickers, his heart kicks his ribs and he’s right back in Jonathan’s living room. He’s watching the girl he loves point a gun at his face while his misconception of the world as a safe place falls apart behind her.

He heaves himself to his feet, and heads for the door.

The chill November air greets him sharply, and he welcomes the way it braces him. He doesn’t go far – not supposed to be alone – just leans against the cold bricks of the front entrance to take a few deep breaths. He closes his eyes, head tipping back against the stone.

The door opens to his right, and he hates the way his hands twitch for a weapon, so he sticks them in his pockets as Jonathan joins him. He doesn’t know what to say, how to break the ice; he’d broken too much already in the past 24 hours. How can the knowledge of what he’d said live right there beside the knowledge that he’d lay down his life for this boy without a single thought? Sorry isn’t big enough to bridge the gap he'd made between them.

“How’s your brother?” he says, because he has to say something or he’ll crawl out of his skin and they’ve had enough of that tonight.

“Alive. Happy to see his friends,” Jonathan says, not looking over as he leans back against the wall now that he’s had an invitation. He puffs out a laugh. “Maybe not as happy as the kids were to see him.”

Steve manages a thin smile around the shards of his heart. He cannot imagine having friends that care that much, the sort that would go to the ends of the earth for him, that would burn it to the ground to save him. Tommy’s loyalty ended at a single rejection.

Jonathan may have rightfully kicked Steve’s ass, but he’d also taken his hand. He can still feel the gut-pull shiver of Jonathan demanding jump and his own instant and unthinking obedience. He can still see the flicker of lights through the window. He can still hear his one, crystal thought: he can’t leave them.

Not Nancy. Them.

“They’re good kids,” he says quietly. “Your brother too.” His breath twists up in his lungs as his face pinches up. “Look, I uh- I shouldn’t have said what I said about him. Or you.”

Jonathan remains quiet, not looking at Steve for so long that Steve nearly opens his mouth to continue the apology he’d gone there to make, but Jonathan beats him to the punch again. “It was pretty shitty of you. Honest, but shitty.”

“It wasn’t,” Steve says, and then quickly amends- “Honest, I mean. That’s why- I don’t know, dude. Maybe you knocked some sense into me. I was being a huge dick to you because I couldn’t handle my own problems.”

“King Steve has problems?” Jonathan asks, though it sounds more like a barb than a question.

Steve pulls a hand from his pocket to run it through his hair. “I guess,” he says with a little shake of his head. “I don’t know what it is about Nancy. It’s like… she’s the first person that’s ever looked at me like she just… expects me to be a better person than I am. And the crazy thing is, when she looked at me like that, I wanted to be, I just… I didn’t know how. I either had to climb up to her level or drag her down to mine and when I saw I saw the two of you, I was just… I dunno. Furious.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Jonathan says. It’s not the truth, Steve knows; or at least, it’s not the whole truth.

“It was, but that’s not- that wasn’t it. I thought it was, but it wasn’t,” Steve admits. It feels weird to say it aloud. “I thought I was mad that she… would come down to my level, I guess? After I let myself think… it doesn’t matter. And I was mad at you for… I dunno. Being the reason.”

“Nothing happened, Steve,” Jonathan says, a little hotly.

“That’s not true,” Steve says. “I mean, yeah, okay, you two didn’t screw or whatever, but… something happened. She went to you for help. Not me. Or, y’know, it’s- it’s worse than that. She did come to me, and I was too much of an asshole to help her. I was too worried about my dad’s opinion. He’s not even- It’s stupid. I should have helped her sooner. I was furious at myself for not listening to her. I should have.”

Jonathan doesn’t argue that, and Steve tries again to pull the knife of the realization from his gut, but it doesn’t move. She’d needed help, and he’d walked away, and he’d gotten exactly what he’d deserved for it. He’d gotten off easy, looking back.

“Well, you can’t go back,” Jonathan says, almost as if he’d read Steve’s mind. “None of us can, after this. There's only forward.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. He’s going to try to get back to normal, or make a new normal at least. He’s going to make sure they think this is over, and then he’s going to do his level fucking best to forget any of this ever happened.

Almost any of it, anyway. Maybe not the part where he's trying, now.

“I’m sorry,” he says, trips over the words in his rush to make good on his decision. “I meant- I meant to say that, before. It’s why I… came over to your place. I wanted to apologize. Even before the monsters.”

He’d wanted to apologize once the monster had gone, but Nancy had rushed them into the cars and told him to meet them at the school gymnasium, and then they’d been so frantically trying to find where the kids had disappeared to that nothing had even been explained until they finally sat down at the hospital. Steve still isn’t sure he totally understands, but he’s not sure if there’s explanation missing or if it’s the concussion talking.

“I already… told Tommy and Carol off, that bridge burned pretty goddamn quick. I cleaned off the theater sign. I was coming to apologize to you, and then I was going to see Nancy, and apologize to her, too,” he adds, remembering the speech he’d thought about the entire drive out to Jonathan’s house. “I want to do better. I messed up and I don’t know if I can make up for it, but I want to do better.”

“Okay,” Jonathan says. Simple as that.

“Okay?” Steve echoes dumbly.

Jonathan shrugs and pushes away from the wall. “Yeah. You want to do better- okay. But, I’m freezing my ass off out here. Come back inside.”

Jump.

Steve pushes away from the wall, too, and follows him inside.

#stranger things #steve harrington #jonathan byers #stonathan #stranger things fic #my writing #askbox prompts #*glee*#https://archiveofourown.org/works/42173625/chapters/107960376

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brummiereader · 8 months ago

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@zablife that evil...😤! Urgh, I hate him even more now. Someone hide my knife collection!

I didn't think it possible I could hate him more than I already did. But after reading this thrilling little story, I managed to find extra space in my dark heart 😂.

It started off so beautiful. A young bride waiting to get married to "Henry" (the imposter 😒), and then we suddenly realised she didn't marry the love of her life but had been searching for him for three years!

Squeezing your hands for emphasis, she confided, "I'm glad he'll be here to look after you when I'm gone." Why do grandparents always say things like this 😭?? Mine were the worst, they'd even joke about things we'd inherit ( my grandads false teeth for example 😅) . Anyway, I loved the sweet moment between grannie and her granddaughter. But it only makes the following scenes when we find out she passed away only a month later more heartbreaking. She's truly alone 😩.

"You know, in all the fuss, I haven't seen my own son!" Git. Only the bride gets to stand the groom up! Can we not have anything just for us anymore??

God, my heart breaks for her and the reality she's about to face. Even though there's a certain naivety that comes with growing up in the countryside compared to the city, you can't help but feel sorry for her situation as she desperately searches for a man that hid his true self from her for so long. It's such a dick move to leave someone like that without an explanation, let alone doing it on their wedding day!

"Thank you," the wild eyed woman remarked, accepting your generosity. "Times are hard with my husband away. Yours locked up as well?" she ventured, casting a look at your ring. Esme! I always love when she appears in your stories. I still imagine you as her, even though you've changed your pfp since she was on there last ❤��.

"He had only one motive in sequestering you inside an interrogation room and the instant the door slammed behind you, your heart sank with the bitter realization of his true intentions" Arghhh! Noooo! That dirty pig 😡. Could things get any worse for her?? I'm gonna say yes, because you're our dark angsty queen 🤭.

"Well you don't have to worry anymore. I'm fine," he assured you, placing the cigarette between pursed lips. You have no idea how much his response enraged me. I knew he was gonna be a cunt, but he was so flippant and cruel. I fee like he took Tommy's personality and increased it ten fold. Not even Tommy would pull this kinda shit. This asshole does not posses a heart 😡.

"I suppose it is," he decided before turning his heel into the gravel decisively, leaving you alone in the freezing shade of the empty yard. I want to wring this little shits neck! I say good riddance Y/N. If this is what was hiding behind that country boy act he was putting on then she's better of without him. And to top off his cuntyness he went and said this...

"Do you know all the times I thought about planting dynamite beneath those pretty white bricks to blow you to hell?" he seethed" 😳! "You"...he said "you"! What is this little boys issue?? I don't think you could have depicted the evilness that lives in this man better than you did in this story. It was perfection 👌.

Where does this leave poor Y/N though 😩? She has given so much of herself to and for him. I hope she gets her revenge on the dickhead, and seeks out Tommy. Nothing would piss Michael off more than that 😌😈. My evil plan is at work in my over imaginative brain 😂.

Absolutely loved this story, Lee ❤️! Dark!Michael is something else 😬.

Broken Promises

Henry Johnson/Michael Gray x fiancee reader

Summary: When your fiancé leaves you at the altar, you go in search of answers in a frightening, new city. As you close in on him, you find that you aren't prepared for the man he has become.

Author's Note: Requested by a lovely anon.

Warnings: broken engagement, implied SA, mention of execution, Michael being an ass, heavy angst

1921, Kent

As your grandmother's shaky hands finished pinning your veil in place, she beamed with pride. "Even more beautiful than your mother was when she wore it," she mused, wiping a tear from her eye. "I only wish she was here to see you, love."

"I have you," you reminded her, reaching forward to wrap your arms around the only family member you had left in the world.

Prying you away from her delicate frame, she gazed upon you with affection that creased every well worn line of her soft skin. Eyes glistening with tears, you noted a tinge of sadness as she admitted, "But now you have Henry." Squeezing your hands for emphasis, she confided, "I'm glad he'll be here to look after you when I'm gone."

You wanted to tell her that wouldn't be for a long time, but a sharp knock interrupted your thoughts. "Is the bride ready?" a cheerful voice chirped from the other side.

Opening the heavy oak door, you were greeted warmly by your future mother-in-law, cheeks as rosy as the apples in her orchard as she bustled into the room to add her compliments. "Aren't you a beauty!" she exclaimed.

"You're too kind," you demurred as she proceeded to tell you how pleased she was for her son.

"Have you seen Henry this morning? Is he well?" you asked excitedly, wondering how your love had fared the night before.

Since your meeting two years ago, at the tender age of sixteen, neither of you had gone a day without meeting at the wishing well at the center of your village. Sitting upon the shining white bricks, you shared the small details of your day. It might have seemed mundane to others, but it gave you a sense of comfort to know there was nothing you didn't share with one another.

Rosemary shook her head with a good natured chuckle as she admitted, "You know, in all the fuss, I haven't seen my own son!"

Her lighthearted reply made you giggle because she was accustomed to such lapses, forgetting the bread in the oven or leaving her spectacles tucked in a book.

Then in classic fashion, she overshared a bit as she patted your hand, "You know you needn't worry about the stag party. He promised his father he'd only drink mild."

"I'm not worried, Mrs. Johnson," you replied, stifling a laugh.

"Rosemary, dear," she corrected you. "And I'm certain if he isn't here, he'll be along shortly."

You nodded in agreement, smiling to yourself in the full length mirror as you brushed the lace away from your face to study your reflection carefully.

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1924, Birmingham

The curtains in your bedsit flapped lightly in the wind, waking you with a start. A cough erupted from your lungs, unaccustomed to the smoke filled air of the city. What could have brought your fiancee to this God forsaken place?, you wondered as you rushed to close the window.

You made yourself a cup of tea and sat quietly watching the passersby, hoping by some miracle Henry would stroll by, though you knew from the papers he was locked away in a prison cell. Or at least, that's what you'd come to believe after staring at the smudged ink for too long, convinced he was now a man called Micheal Gray. Though it turned your stomach to think he was accused of murdering a priest, it was the only lead you'd found in three years time.

But in the fortnight since your arrival, you hadn't learned anything new, despite your efforts. The only other trace of Henry since your wedding had been an unreliable account by a lad who claimed he saw he a strange man with a scar speaking with Henry weeks before your wedding, rumors of a new life in Birmingham sprinkled into the conversation.

As you gazed down at the ring languishing on your finger, you wondered if he ever thought of you late at night, yearning for those moments of connection by the well. Did he even care that he'd left you all alone at the altar or worse yet, at the graveside of your beloved grandmother a month later? The heart break had nearly been too difficult to bear.

Now all you had to guide you was a whisper, a faded conversation in which Henry had been lured by the promises of a dark, foreboding stranger. This was probably why you'd forgiven his lapse of judgement, the concern for his wellbeing outweighing the anger you held in your heart. However, the second ring you wore, your grandmother's gold band, burned your skin as it reminded you of your worth which was far more than that assigned to you by your absent lover.

The combination of curiosity and indignation propelled you forward, day by day, searching the city for those who could provide answers. Usually the day ended with aching feet and a rumbling stomach, but today your efforts would be rewarded by a chance encounter with a dark haired woman, children clinging to her skirts.

You were buying a loaf of bread in the market when one of their small hands began to reach for you, their mother scolding them with a harsh slap.

"It's alright," you assured her. "Far too much for me on my own. I'm glad to share."

"Thank you," the wild eyed woman remarked, accepting your generosity. "Times are hard with my husband away. Yours locked up as well?" she ventured, casting a look at your ring.

Unsure how to reply, you lowered your eyes to the cobblestones beneath your feet as she prattled on about her John and how he'd been falsely accused thanks to her evil brother-in-law. "Not just him, mind you, everyone else in the family," she bemoaned as she fed the bread to her children. "Arthur, Polly, Michael..." she rambled absently as she tore the crust apart in even pieces.

"Did...did you say Michael? As in Michael Gray?" you stuttered hopefully.

"You know him?" she asked, head jerking up at the mention of his surname.

"Yes," you admitted, on an uneven breath. "Do you know where I can find him?"

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It was thru her suggestion that you met with the inspector bringing charges in the case. Chester Campbell was a disagreeable man, but the only one willing to discuss matters with you privately. For that you thanked him profusely, though in an hour's time you would not have done the same.

He had only one motive in sequestering you inside an interrogation room and the instant the door slammed behind you, your heart sank with the bitter realization of his true intentions. If you wanted Michael free, or if you wanted your own freedom for that matter, he suggested you comply with every devilish command he gave.

By the time he was finished, you were shaking in violent convulsions. As he draped a coat around you to conceal the tattered remains of your dress, you slipped away into the bustling street with an official document clutched tightly to your chest. It was your only solace in those dark hours that followed, waiting for the promised release of the man you only hoped would never learn of your sacrifice.

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You entered a new state of watchful waiting those next few days as you kept regular meetings with Esme. She kept you abreast of the news regarding the trial, mostly family matters that wouldn't be known to reporters. And though she urged you to see Michael before it was too late, you found yourself averse to the idea until one fateful day.

Finding Esme slumped over in a fit of grief, you ran to her. "What's happened?" you begged.

"Ain't you seen the papers?" she wailed.

You only shook your head in ignorance, a hand stroking along her back as she pitched forward in garbled cries. "They're....they're being executed."

The blood froze in your veins as you processed her words, wondering if this was truly the end of it all.

"You're sure?" you asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. As she nodded against your shoulder you had only one question left. "When?"

"At dawn."

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The next morning you waited by the prison gate, hands pounding against the splintering wood until your fists were raw and aching. But no one paid any attention to the woman raving beneath their window. And who could blame them when you pleaded for the life of a killer?

By the time the clock tower struck twelve, you knew in your heart that the deed was done. Henry? Micheal? Whoever the man you once loved had been in life was no more. You sank to your knees and sobbed in a way you hadn't allowed yourself since your wedding day. Three long years of pain and sacrifice for this, you thought.

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, you finally found the strength to pick yourself up and amble toward the road. However, a harsh creak of metal stopped you in your tracks. Turning to face the path you'd just walked, you could hardly believe your eyes as you caught sight of Henry standing bruised and battered, but alive nonetheless.

Your breath caught in your throat as your hand reached out toward him involuntarily, years of longing superseding your rational mind. "H-henry?" you called to him.

The man before you furrowed his brow for a moment as he reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He looked as though he were lost in a daze as he took his time lighting it, the glowing match in his hand quivering slightly. You could tell that the years had aged him, but not beyond total recognition. Somewhere beneath the hardened exterior was the boy you knew long ago in the countryside and you longed for him to hold you in his arms once more.

However, your daydream was cut short when he replied gruffly, "What do you want?"

You stepped toward him cautiously, head tilted as you took in his disheveled appearance. His waist coat was dirty and torn, pants far too short for his height and yet he still looked as handsome as you remembered. Then you wondered if perhaps he was having trouble recalling you as well due to the recent trauma.

"It's me...Y/n," you offered gently. "I came to find what became of you," you answered earnestly. "I...I was worried."

He raised his head to the sky, considering the passing clouds for a moment before blowing a lungful of smoke upward to join them. "Well you don't have to worry anymore. I'm fine," he assured you, placing the cigarette between pursed lips.

You shook your head at his cool detachment, eyes searching his for the hint of the caring young man you once knew. "You were sentenced to hang today and that's all you have to say, Henry?"

"That's not my name," he corrected you sternly. "I go by Michael now."

"Yes, I know," you mumbled in confusion.

"Look, if you came about our engagement..." he began, a threatening scowl crossing his face as he plucked the cigarette from his lips in a telling reveal he knew exactly who you were.

"No, I see that's long forgotten," you admitted with a heavy heart. "But I want you to know I still care for you deeply," you ventured on baited breath.

He hummed to himself gently as he nodded in agreement, "I know.." Then stilling all movement he replied without a hint of emotion, "The guards told me what you did."

Your body clenched in fear at the prospect of him learning your shameful secret, but you stood fast waiting to hear what else he might say. As his mouth curled into a small smile, you allowed yourself a morsel of hope, until he spat cruelly, "They thought it was funny."

You shifted uncomfortably before him, chest aching with shattered pride as he huffed out a humorless laugh at your expense.

"I suppose it is," he decided before turning his heel into the gravel decisively, leaving you alone in the freezing shade of the empty yard.

"Wait!" you shouted, racing toward him to capture his arm between desperate fingertips. "You can't mean that. I know you cared for me once too. What happened?" you begged, tears streaming down your face.

As he flicked his cigarette butt into the street, he eyed you in a side long glance. "You think you know me, but you never understood," he said with a shake of his head.

"That's not true," you insisted, twisting his arm to make him look at you. "You loved our life...you loved...me," you stuttered out between hiccuped sobs, all the pent up emotion rising to the surface. "Don't you remember all those wonderful afternoons we spent at the wishing well?"

The clench of his jaw and the ironlike grip against your hand frightened you, but it was nothing in comparison to the spiteful look in his eye when he finally faced you.

"Do you know all the times I thought about planting dynamite beneath those pretty white bricks to blow you to hell?" he seethed.

You jerked your hand away in terror just as he released you, falling to the ground with a painful thud. "Henry?" you mumbled as you looked up at him in shock.

"I already told you, that's not who I am anymore," he hissed before stalking away and as you watched him disappear into the smoke and fog, you finally had to concede that he was right. The boy who promised to cherish you forever was gone. He'd been replaced by some monster now wandering the dark and desolate streets of his new home, a place where you did not belong.

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peanuts-envy · 3 years ago

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I’m looking up all the times your reputation can go up with Kim so you can imagine my mental state (clinical homosexual frenzy) here are some of my faves

Goofing off in front of the body:

Kim Kitsuragi - "Daba-doop-doop-dead," he says without a hint of melody. Not one muscle in his face moves.

If you tell him you want to wrestle a bear (the book you find in Evrart's office mentions it)

If you drop a sweet verse on Tommy

If you say you want to have a funeral for your car

If you go on a date with Lillienne and bring him along (??? ?? ???) She says she won’t date Harry until he’s one year sober but I think it’s because he brought another man to their date maybe???

CALLING KIM COOL IN FROM OF JEAN OMG

KEEPING BOTH HIS PENS HAHAHA:

You - "Kim, do you have a pen?"

Kim Kitsuragi - The lieutenant looks at his blue notebook. *Two* fat, shiny pens hang from the binder, like large calibre bullets on an ammo belt.

Suggestion - It's downright *incriminating*. He has little choice but to give you one, although he really does not want to.

Kim Kitsuragi - He is not really saying anything. Just standing there -- looking at them.

You - "Fine, I'll just use this crappy pencil..."

Kim Kitsuragi - Absolutely motionless at first, then animated slowly, imperceptibly even, the lieutenant begins to browse his notes again. Leaving you to the case files.

Empathy - The threat has passed. He is thankful it has passed, and that he's gotten to keep both pens.

Asking Klassje about The Return:

You - "Miss. What are you waiting for?"

Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer) - "You mean here--in Martinaise?" She takes a drag, slow and long...

You - Nod.

Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer) - "I'm waiting for the miracle to happen. It'll take one to get me out of the mess I'm in."

Kim Kitsuragi - "And what would that miracle be?"

Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer) - "The Return, of course." She smiles.

If you are mechanically inclined (lots n lots of these No Surprise)

Kim Kitsuragi - "Hang on, you're telling me you remember all these little mechanical details, but you have trouble remembering your name?"

You - "I might not know much, but I *do* know I like motor carriages -- must be a subconscious thing."

Kim Kitsuragi - "Strange... but plausible, I guess." He gives you a quick side-glance and turns to go. "I guess you're a bit of a... torque dork too."

Empathy - He seems to like the idea.

If you critically analyze Dick Mullen at the reading group:

You - "... but in the end Mullen is a reflection of a politico-legal institution that's irreconcilably divided between protecting 'the people' and defending the material interests of capital."

Kim Kitsuragi - The lieutenant doesn't speak, but you believe you detect a slight widening of his eyes, as though he never expected such a cogent thought to emerge from your mouth.

Not even sure how to categorize this one except it calls into question the Pissing Competition motives a little bit because......what would you call this??

You - "Hold on, Kim. I did not know this was a competition."

Kim Kitsuragi - "It isn't. Police work is a *cooperative* sport."

Physical Instrument - There is no challenge without competition. There must be an opponent.

Hand/Eye Coordination - This is clearly a sport for him. Something like archery -- or darts?

You - "It's still about getting hits, right? And not missing?"

Kim Kitsuragi - "That's too *pinball* for me. I just like to get autopsies right on the first try." He makes another note. "Where were we?"

Drama - He's lying.

#long post #'I guess you're a bit of a torque dork too' takes me OUT #disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #the nodding contest felt too long to add but it's stellar #it ends with an EDC that's like 'you'd die for each other' which always makes me feel Normal #JUST TWO BROS

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macchiatosdumptruck · 2 years ago

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Annoyed that my terrible brain can’t just leave porn scenarios as porn and I keep thinking too much about the housekeeping logistics omega!Daniel would have to do raising a family with the cobras. Good thing all these boys are rich because the space needed alone! Also, the idea of people finding it either weirdly sweet or completely scandalous over the Cobras all sharing parenting duties and not seeming too concerned about sticking to “their” kid (the implication of them not knowing/caring to know…). I lost many hours down in researching polyandry in various cultures, help me just enjoy the idea of Daniel spending the better part of a decade pregnant than not in peace.

That's me though!! Like, I think my turn around on prompts is usually pretty quick, but I'll start free writing a few paragraphs of smut and then be like "okay but WHY is this happening? " And then I need to come up with an entire backstory.

I've decided to accept the fact that it's just my process.

Ugh. Like, I imagine it's kind of how polyamory is considered now. People are aware of it but most are still judgmental. I also assume that traditional alpha roles would call for more hands off parenting.

So not only would so many alphas sharing one omega be a scandal because people can't get wrap their heads around so many alphas co existing without massive dick measuring contests, but also because they take care of another alpha's pups?

Is that not emasculating?

The abo equivalent of red pill reddit bros would lose their shit.

Daniel probably gets slut shamed a lot.

I imagine alpha/alpha relationships are considered taboo because it "goes against nature."

The boys get so tired of having to explain that it's not a big deal to share an omega, because they were already basically a bonded pack. They're a family.

The fact that Daniel also probably works when he's not on maternity leave makes people go 👀👀👀

Because why can't his MANY alpha's take care of him. The answer is that of course they can, but Daniel would get bored being the stay at home type. He loves his kids. He wants to sbe there for them, but he's not about to pick up after fully grown alphas all day.

So, yeah, conceivably, we're in a universe where Johnny never lost or refused his step dad's money. The other cobras are all mostly well off as well.

(I envision Dutch as working class.)

Sidenote: can you imagine how spoiled those kids would be? Having so many grandparents?

They must make quite a scene when they go out as a group. The strong scent of an entire pack of alphas mingling with the sweet scent of a VERY well bred omega.

Bobby is pushing a stroller with their 2 year old in it. Daniel has a baby on his hip while also being visibly pregnant. Tommy is tiredly holding a child leash for their eldest who is in that "I must cause mischief and mayhem" phase between toddler and child.

I imagine Johnny probably sired the first child because there was a short time when they were pretending to bean average alpha/omega pair.

The rest of them, they're not sure who the father's are because they share Daniel's heat.

A few years down the line they get paternity tests just out of curiosity and maybe that's when someone realizes they haven't had their proper turn.

And Daniel would look so young! Imagine 90's Ralph, in his 30's not looking old enough to even have that many children and it turns out that they did start young, but he just has that baby face.

Omg. Daniel with the reputation of being a milf. The kids would hate that.

But anyways, some smutty headcanons under the cut.

Imagine what a cum slut Daniel would become. Other omegas look at him and wonder how he even does it, share five alphas. He's so used to having a load in him that his body starts to go through withdrawals if he doesn't get one.

There are times when Daniel spends his lunch break calling on one of his alpha's to give him his fix.

The secret is hard work and determination. 😉luckily for every one involved Daniel has a high sex drive because there's not a day that goes by where he doesn't have someone in/on him. The only time he doesn't is when he's resting up between births.

(maybe alphas only knot during ruts)

Let's make up some fake abo science.

Let's say alphas and omegas can go into ruts/heats up to four times a year, and that there can be pseudo-heats and ruts outside of their natural scheduling if they are paired with a particularly compatible partner.

Five alphas times four ruts a year equals 20 ruts per year, of which Daniel will be in heat for at least four of them.

😳

Let's say that a rut lasts three to five days. That at minimum makes him more or less bed bound for 60 days a year.

He's constantly producing milk as a result of continually being pregnant/breastfeeding for the better part of a decade. So I assume at least a few of the Cobras have a thing for his swollen tits.

Imagine one of the Cobras going into rut and triggering someone else to go into rut. Which triggers Daniel to go into heat.

Daniel is getting filled in every hole (mouth, pussy, ass,) and the other two alphas are getting each other off and then rubbing it into Daniel's skin.

Of course that doesn't happen every time. Sometimes it's nice and gentle one on one. Sometimes it's just two at a time.

The cobras are perfectly capable of keeping each other occupied.

I can only imagine what it would be like if all five alphas had a rut at the same time. Daniel wouldn't be able to get out of bed for a solid week and a half.

One of their favorite ways to fuck Daniel double penetrating him, having Daniel sit on one of their laps with his back to their chest and another in between his spread legs that are being held open. Sitting on a dick, whining and grinding into it while one of his alphas is fucking his cunt.

This is a favorite because the two alphas can kiss this way, and can scent Daniel at the same time.

I wonder how many of them would work, one of they might be a stay at home alpha.

#lawrusso #dutchiel #all the other ship names #daniel x cobras #daniel and the seven evil exes #children look away #a nonny mouse #and i say yet again does any of this make sense brain fog lol

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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm.

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.”

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record.

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up.

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes.

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him.

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!”

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone.

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car.

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling.

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.”

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat.

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror.

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front.

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles.

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?”

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked.

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows.

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.”

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.”

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.”

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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