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arklaytears · 1 year ago

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Confident When I’m With You [Pt.1?] (Joel x F! Anxious/Shy! Reader)

t/w: anxiety attacks, ptsd flashbacks, mentions of being sold, drinking, mean! joel

a/n: this has taken me a couple days to write, and i’m too anxious to fully read over it again. i want to try a slowburn something and really wanted to see an anxious reader with joel. building a relationship off of that. please please please tell me what you think, i hope you like it and yeah!-

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When the apocalypse started, you were nothing but 5 years old. Barely able to remember anything aside from the fear and panic in your family’s eyes as they did their best to flee from the all too fucked up situation.

Vividly you remember your mother speaking to you, her hands wrapped tightly around yours as she spoke,

“Hey, you don’t need to be scared. I promise.”

Though you can still feel just how much her hands were shaking as she helped to buckle you into your neighbor's car.

The blood on her hands, even more spurting violently from her neck, you could still feel it when you laid in bed and let your mind wander. The streak she’d left on your cheek as she leaned in for one final kiss to your forehead, before she shut the door to the truck, your final goodbye.

The last vision was of you pulling out with your neighbors, looking out the window the best you could to see the woman you had been raised all alone by. Tears streamed down her face as she collapsed to the ground, her wails heard even through the closed window. Your neighbors quickly peel away, and drive to where you were to reside for the next 20 years.

Before you could reminisce any further, you felt your hands tangled in your sheets. Knuckles white as you hold them as tightly as you could. Your breathing was uneven, and when you did your best to look at your watch in the minimal light coming in through your window, you realized you’d only slept for 20 minutes.

A new record, at least as of late.

Sleep had not been kind to you in all the time since you’d made it to the Boston QZ. After being abandoned by the

‘neighbors’

you held your trust in for the last two decades, you had to find somewhere to go. The closest being Boston.

Luckily, through the process, though no one was kind to you upon your arrival, you were able to get a bed and find some sort of peace under FEDRA rule.

You’d only been there a few days, and each day you found it harder and harder to get any sleep. So, knowing that you would be up in your bed once again until it was time to rise and shine, you decided to be a little productive in caring for your new living space, getting in a bit of cleaning.

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Then the sun rose, coloring the sky in soft orange as it rose over the buildings of the QZ. Though you didn’t have much left, you moved to your kitchen to grab the coffee that you had brewed yourself. Beans you were able to find on scavenging trips, that you'd had hidden away for months. Hiding things being much more difficult when it came to the family you were living with before.

Now definitely being the time you needed them most. But, you’d already been dressed, and wanted to explore and see possibly what sort of jobs you’d be able to get starting the next day.

Grabbing for your key to your apartment, you head out. Locking the door quickly behind you.

Looking down to your hands, you could see they were definitely shaking. You gulped the best you could, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself before you made your way out of the building.

It was just a FEDRA establishment, just people surviving just like you were.. That’s all it was. No need to panic. Please, no more panicking.

The day found itself uneventful, as you’d been rejected for all jobs except for being told to help with gardening. One of the jobs that paid the least, but the man had refused every other job that he spoke of. Maybe it was for a lack of trust, or maybe that was all you looked capable of.

Holding the small piece of paper in your hand, you crushed it slightly under the weight of your fist. You needed to get money, to be able to survive here. Yet, it didn’t seem like it was going to be all that easy.

Walking back, you shoved your hands into your jeans pockets, kicking along a small pebble before you’d heard the murmuring of a crowd. Looking up, you saw a large group gathered around what seemed to be a public display of shame.

You approached cautiously, but found your stomach turning in upset at the sight above you. Three humans standing on a large wooden lift, each with a noose respectively in front of them. A woman dressed in all black military gear, speaking through what looked to be a walkie connected to a speaker behind her.

Lurching forward, you wrapped your arms around yourself, that all too familiar of an anxiety rising up in your throat. Like tears were threatening to fall, and acid was rising through your esophagus. Your breathing felt more labored, and you had to look away. The idea of how big of a crowd was here to watch, like this was some sort of entertaining sport made your skin crawl.

As you looked to the side, you saw a man with his back to you as he began walking toward the side street. Following his path with your eyes, you saw him approaching another FEDRA agent, this one having his gaze set on the stranger you’d just seen. Giving him a seemingly knowing nod to his left. Following the motion, you saw it led to a dingy looking walkway.

After they’d disappeared from sight, you contemplated. What the fuck were those two up to? A civilian going to a back alley deal with a FEDRA agent?

The woman on her speaker spoke again, speaking of more of the crimes those lined up had committed against the dictatorship that was this new post-apocalypse government.

Fuck this.

In that moment, you decided to follow the stranger quietly, pushing through the crowd as gently as you could to catch up to the two. Anything was better than knowing you were going to see three human beings be executed for an audience.

Doing your best, you followed the man from a distance once you’d caught up. Though, as he moved down a gravel path, you took a moment in trying to figure out how to follow quietly.

Taking a breath, you took a few steps along, being sure to keep holding back and allowing the two to do what they needed to do. Or maybe this stranger was in trouble? You didn’t really know, but you followed along the grating of the fence, until you could peek through it and see the two men in front of this green door that was kept away in its own little nook.

Crouching down as you noticed the man from FEDRA taking one last peek around before digging in his pocket for a stack of… something. It looked to be like money, handing it to the stranger in his blue-button up and tousled salt and pepper hair. Though you couldn’t see much of the man you’d followed, the guard looked less than pleased.

What the fuck could this even be? Some sort of sex thing? Fuck, if it was anything like that you would have to get the hell out of there.

But, no sooner than you’d had the thought, you saw him being handed a small white pill. Dropped into his hand, as he looked over it, saying something while he did. Quickly he pulled it up to his tongue, getting a small taste of it. Surely to check if it was real, before he nodded to the other, and was handed a bag filled with more of those little capsules.

Wait fuck, this man was able to get pills? From where? And, from whom?

Holding your position, you kept peeking above the patch of overgrown grass that hid your body behind it. Seeing him pour the tablets into his pocket before handing the bag back to the civilian.

Shit, would he be able to get you something like that? Not even much, just something to let you be able to sleep. Just one peaceful night was all that you asked.

The two’s exchange continued, them talking about something that you were completely out of earshot for. Yet, as the guard pushed himself off from the wall, you knew it was your time to get out of there. The two seemed to have made their peace with the deal and wanted to get back to their day.

You stood up, being sure you couldn’t see the two before you had fully risen to your feet, and moved back to where the crowd was slowly dispersing. Averting your eyes from what you knew was hanging on your right.

Moving forward, you moved to the phone pole that the guard seemed to be leaning against before meeting up for his deal. Clutching it in your grip slightly as you take another steadying breath. Maybe that man would even be able to give you medication to stop these attacks from overcoming every small aspect of your life.

“Hey.”

Your heart felt like it had leapt from your chest, and you jumped quickly into the air before turning to meet whomever was speaking to you.

The stranger.

Here you were, face to face with the man you’d followed to something you definitely didn’t need to be a witness to. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, his chestnut eyes looking as though they would pierce a hole right through you, and his left eyebrow cocked up in a quizzical way.

“H-”

He cut you off, his voice low and gruff. Commanding as he spoke,

“What the fuck were you doing watching me? And, who the fuck do you think you are?”

The man had taken a step forward, using his commandeering demeanor to back you further up into the phone pole. You gulped hard, visibly so. Which definitely was not unnoticed by the unwavering man.

“I-I-”

Would he kill you? Was it really something that important that you weren’t meant to see? Fuck, your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears, and it droned out a lot of the background noise of passersby and city ambience.

“Spit it out kid.”

Your stuttering had to be on his nerves. He looked as if he wanted to kill you, and was doing so with his gaze alone.

You balled your hands into fists, knowing they were trembling as you took a second to try and collect your thoughts. Speaking them out much faster than you anticipated.

“I’mreallysorry… Iwaswonderingifyouweresellingothersortsofthings…”

Your words jumbled together, and you hang your head. Your face lighting up a bright red, knowing just how foolish and childish you looked.

His gaze was locked onto you. You knew because you could feel it.

It was much easier to talk when your eyes weren’t locked with his own, and you let your eyes wander over your beat up sneakers as you spoke softly.

“I was wondering if you sell things like that to other people.. Like, pills?”

You said it almost as a question to yourself. Maybe it was just some deal this guy had with FEDRA and you were completely overstepping. Which, you already had overstepped by just following someone you had never met before.

A long silence wedged itself between you two, and you decided to break it by continuing.

“I mean like.. Sleeping pills. Pills that make.. Nerves go away.”

As soon as you added that, you heard a gruff chuckle and immediately looked back up.

The smallest of smirks had grown along his face, and his eyes crinkled as he closed them. Though this gave you an opportunity to look him over.

And holy shit, was this man

gorgeous.

Definitely much older than you, just by the looks of him. His confidence in his own stance is almost palpable.

Yet you continued to look for the small moment that you had.

His defined eyebrows that knotted together, having a permanent indent between them, (from scowling you would assume.) Yet, they were knotted together in his small amusement. A small dimple that you could slightly see with his crooked grin, holding itself on his right cheek. His large hand moved up to his lips, covering them from view but letting your eyes wander along his beard that matched his graying hairs. Seeing small bits of patches where the hair seemed to refuse to grow.

But, quickly you were torn away as those threatening umber colored eyes caught you looking at him a little too intensely. Which very quickly had you looking toward one of the abandoned buildings that still lined this street. That familiar heat rising to your face as you definitely made yourself seem even more embarrassing in front of this stranger.

“That’s it?”

He spoke, almost matter-of-factly, and you nodded quickly. Still unable to meet your gaze with his own again.

“Yeah, but it’s gonna cost quite a bit of cards, seein’ as I don’t know you.”

The man definitely had a bit of an accent, something southern you would assume.

Fuck though, you didn’t even think about the fact that you literally watched that officer pay for the drugs he had bought. Yet, you didn’t even have your first shift until the next day. And, that shift didn’t even leave you enough to probably get through the week without begging that man to give you more than just gardening.

Chewing at your cheek, you let out a deflating breath.

“Shit..”

You muttered, though you didn’t realize it was audible to the older man.

“There’s no way you would think that in the end of the world, you could get away with favors and I-O-Us from strangers did you?”

He was blunt, and even a tad rude. Surely you were just some ignorant child to him. You were probably wasting his time from other things he had to do, but you couldn’t back down. If you went another night without sleep, you felt as though you would implode.

“I just got here and..”

Again you were interrupted,

“I don’t care about any of that. I need payment for anything that I give you.”

Tears were pulling at your eyes, and you did your best to blink them away as your head tilted back to the ground to stare at your feet.

‘Do not cry in front of this man, please.’

“Is.. There anything other than cards that I can trade you…?”

He backed up a bit, though you didn’t feel that piercing gaze on the back of your head as you kept looking down. Thankfully.

“What do you have that you think is worth a trade?”

Fucking nothing. You came with what little you had from your abandonment, clothes, toiletries, some cans of food.. Your thoughts trailed, but then it hit you how much of a commodity that something you owned was. AT least it was when you were foraging.

“Coffee.”

You spoke plainly, feeling the tears halt in your eyes, though they were most definitely glossed over. But, you cocked your head up, enough that you could take a peek to see if the cogs were turning in this guy’s head.

Which, they definitely looked as though they were. You had to have been right or he would have scoffed you away. The man was gently scratching along his peppered facial hair, clicking his tongue before speaking once more.

“Fuck, if that’s true, then yeah I can make a trade. Just bring over what you’re willing to give.”

It felt as though karma was finally on your good side, and an audible sigh of relief left your throat.

The man reached into his pocket, grabbing a small piece of paper and a pen and writing down something on it.

“Meet there later tonight, I have some errands to run.”

Folding it in half, he placed it between his index and middle finger, extending his hand to give it to you. Yet, no sooner as you had it in your grip and were opening it to read, he’d left without even a farewell.

You looked at the small white note, and on it read;

‘Joel’

With an address scribbled below it. An apartment building you’d thought you’d seen near your own, but you might have to do a bit of searching.

But, finally, you’re going to get some fucking sleep.

The day went by as normal. A whole lot of nothing as you found yourself shacked up in your apartment, re-reading a book you’ve already read a handful of times. Hopefully when you were more independent, you could trade some cards for something else. Hell, you’d rather read a dictionary than this fucking book again.

But, as you were noticing the sun begin to set, you pushed yourself from your raggedy couch and moved to the kitchen. Opening your cabinet, you pulled out the quite large bag you’d had stored of your coffee beans, deciding to take the entirety with you as you didn’t want to have to walk back to grab more should it not be enough.

You clutched the bag tightly, pulling it to your chest as a bit of that anxiety was swelling its way up your chest. Slowly filling your throat with a burning sensation, as you realized you were going to this random man’s house, trading for pills. Someone, somewhere, you didn’t know, you’d never been..

It was going to be a long fucking exchange.

You were right about his apartment building being familiar, as you found it really was right across the street from your own. A hop away and you’d be at the front of his building. It looked about the same as yours, just a different color on the outside, and you found yourself frozen outside the front door for a moment, looking up at the sheer height of it. Dizziness working its way to the forefront as that panic continued to build itself inside of you.

But, you needed these pills. You had to do it.

‘Bite the bullet.’

You thought to yourself over and over, moving to grip the cool metal of the entry door allowing yourself inside.

Following up a couple flights of stairs, the inside of the building looked completely worn down. A pink carpet stained with age leads you through the halls. Random pieces of furniture and debris scattered and lining the walls in each area you walked in. It definitely wasn’t something you weren’t used to, as people seemed more concerned in making their living quarters a home, and not so much the entryway for others.

You take out the small scribbled note from your pocket, looking over it again as you look at the small scribble he had drawn on it. A weird little shape with an arrow coming off of it that said, ‘This door.’;

Which was definitely not easy instruction, but as you walked the halls, you saw most of the doors had enough wear and tear that most of them just had chips in the wood as their symbol of entry. A couple still held their shiny golden numbers, but most seemed to have fallen off or just completely vanished.

So you kept going, walking as far as you could until you’d moved up three floors and finally found the small symbol at the front of a door. If you looked at it with maybe squinted eyes, it looked a little like a brachiosaurus. So, that’s how you would decide to remember it should you need to come back.

Holding the beans closer to yourself, you took in a deep breath. Your free hand hovering itself in front of the wood of the door, trembling as you did. Your wrist was shaking violently, and you felt hot tears swelling their way up your ducts and holding them behind your eyes. Taking a moment to blink them away.

Sucking your lower lip into your mouth, you took one last deep inhale before gently tapping the back of your knuckles to Joel’s door.

Fuck you really hoped you read his note right, because if anyone else were to answer you would be running with your tail between your legs.

Silence followed. You had taken a step back to allow the man room for him to open the door. Yet, no answer came.

Was it the wrong room?

You took out the small piece of paper again, looking at the symbol and back to the door, confident that it had to be it. Or you were a terrible artistic interpreter.

Fear continued to bubble in your lower abdomen, especially as another stranger began making their way to their room down the hall. Of course not without taking a look at this new face knocking on his neighbors door. Cocking a brow at you before he ducked out of the hallway and into his own dwelling.

Knock again..

You had to, you could not fucking go another night without sleep. It would kill you at this rate. You took a step forward, once again having your shaky hand move up to the wood, this time knocking a bit harder.

Fuck, your heart was pounding so hard in your chest you could feel it in your fingertips. Like your heartbeat was surrounding your entire being in itself, and it’s all you could think about.

So when your next knock came, they were completely desperate. Slamming against the wood, knowing you would run off this time if he didn’t answer.

Yet, as soon as you found yourself about to turn off on your heel, the door waS swung open with complete aggression and the older man stood there, using the weight of the wood to hold himself up. His eyebrows were drawn together in annoyance, and he looked over you in confusion.

“Fuck do you want?”

His voice was gruff, lower than you’d heard earlier. A drawl working its way through him as he wobbled slightly. Had he been asleep? There’s no way this man has already forgotten who you are.

“We were going to-”

He cut you off, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, opening the door wider for you to come in.

“Just get in, I need to sit the fuck down.”

Definitely not a welcoming atmosphere, but you decided to walk past him the best that you could. And almost as soon as you walked in, you could smell the booze lingering off of him. A heavy smell of whiskey, and the smell was followed by a messy table right in front of you, littered with maps, papers, and alcohol bottles. Two almost completely empty as they sat atop the disarray.

Not your place to judge, but the idea of being around someone drunk always puts you on high alert. You’d had enough experiences, very bad, when your neighbor would drink. So, you hold yourself a little taller, evening out your posture. Doing your best to not look as fragile as you most definitely were.

You clasped your hands together in front of you, leaning back on the balls of your feet awaiting him.

The slam of the door made you jump, but he just groaned out as it seemed to piss him off even more as he walked past you. Right into the small living room. Giving little to no regard as his shoulders hit yours, moving past to plop himself down onto the worn plush of the couch.

You gulped hard, looking around at the stained and dated wallpaper that lined the entirety of the apartment, around at small little pieces that made the space seem lived in. Hospitable. Definitely more than what you currently had at your abode.

Joel had grunted again, leaning his head back onto the dark green of the couch, his head resting next to a small seemingly hand knitted blanket. His eyes were not even looking over at you, and you were sure it was because of the alcohol. He seemed far away. Of course physically, but his brain didn’t seem to be wired correctly at the moment, with how he allowed himself to close his eyes.

“So…”

You decided to break the silence that washed over the room, placing the coffee beans you’d brought on his cluttered table. Careful not to make too much noise, treading lightly. Like you were with a sleeping bear.

“Fuck that’s who you are. The one spyin’ on me earlier.”

His eyes were still closed, his hand moving up to shield his eyes from the sunset that was making its way through his windows to his right.

“Y-Yeah..”

You stuttered, still not really having any ground to stand on as you began to rock yourself back and forth. Still holding your head high as you straightened out your back, not wanting to let on just how scared you were.

Joel let out a small laugh. One you could see peeking under his arm as you kept your gaze solely on him.

“So, you wanted to trade me after spyin’ on my other deals. Thinkin’ now I should be all up’n kind to you? Is that it?”

Was this just how he was? Your voice caught in your throat. Still keeping your eyes locked to his spot on the couch. Taking a breath as you were going to respond, he cut you off.

“A fuckin’ new kid in town stickin’ her nose where it don’t belong, is that right? Now here I am, tradin’ her some pills for fuckin’ coffee?”

It sounded like he was talking to himself. But, you couldn’t help but feel your throat become a little tighter, jolting even as he moved to be sitting up. Elbows resting on his knees, his piercing brown eyes staring right through you.

You shook your head, because really what else was there to do in this scenario. It was made blatantly clear that you were the idiot in the wrong.

“S-Sorry… I just can’t sleep-”

Again he let out a chuckle, this one a bit louder, more spiteful.

“Kid, you’re so lucky I’m not some of the other folks around here. They woulda followed you home, and murdered you under blanket’a night. No one would bat a fuckin’ eye.”

This felt like he was threatening you, and you felt yourself back up even though he didn’t move at all. You leaned your weight onto the messy table, using your hands to hold yourself up as you knew if you kept them in front of you he would see the shaking.

You gulped, nodding this time. Keeping it slow as your eyes stay locked.

“Even worse, they wouldn’ta just killed you. They woulda sold you. For cards. To whoever was the highest bidder. Your life would be nothin’ more than the use some rich fucker has for you.”

Silence hung heavy in the air. Nothing breaking it as Joel had finally looked away from you.

Surely in his own head he had to think he was doing something out of the kindness of his heart. To warn you of who else was out there, but to you.. That meant nothing. Your eyes began to swell with tears, and silently they began to fall down your cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m just a stupid kid. Sorry for coming.”

Your voice was laced with venom and pain, and your tears continued to slowly slip down your cheeks and to the floor below you.

At that moment Joel seemed to have seen you. Finally seeing what he’d done, through his drunken haze.

The man leaned back a little, his arm resting over the back of the couch loosely, one hand moving to rest on his inner thigh. He looked smug, almost pleased with himself, until your voice broke.

“Just fucking keep-”

You couldn’t even talk, your mind felt as though you were that little girl again. Memories swelling in your brain as you felt as though you were sinking in quicksand, nausea working its way up through your body.

Your breathing became ragged. Those silent tears turned into hyperventilation, and you found yourself pushing off the table the best you could.

What a fucking embarrassing sight.

You could see only your past, flashing in colors and moments behind your eyes. Feelings rising to your skin that made your hyperventilation quickly turn to wheezing.

All of it was catching up to you, all at once.

You looked up to the man, the one you were supposed to be here to trade with, and you saw he had stopped that smug attitude. His brows furrowed in what you were more than likely just perceiving as concern, but he probably was more annoyed that you were wasting more of his time.

Almost as soon as you saw him, you were back in the eyes of your childhood once again. Blinking up to a man you thought you could trust, reaching his hand down to you.

A scream escaped you, filling the small apartment as you began to scream in begs

“Please don’t! Please, please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Your heart felt like it was going to explode,and as your screams continued quickly everything around you was swirling in black.The last thing you remember is the sound of your body fully hitting the floor, and the sound of your own ragged breaths.

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 2 years ago

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i'm outta my head over you Pt. 5

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today's @steddie-week prompts: hurt/comfort and familiar

While he waits for Wayne to get home so he can confront him about the ‘Teddy’ thing, Eddie thinks back on everything Steve had added to this tape.

He remembers that first time he actually talked to Steve; he was well aware of his existence before the King had so graciously graced him and Gareth with his presence that day, but was that really the time Steve was talking about in his notes? It had to be, there weren’t any other times they talked until the spring break from Hell.

It was only ever burning jealousy for Nancy Wheeler before (and after) that first time. Bitter thoughts of ‘I’d be much better for you than her,’ when he’d spotted them kissing against Nancy’s locker.

“I was made for lovin’ you, baby..” Eddie mumble-sings to himself at the memory. That was weird.

Then Steve had gone and dropped his haughty King Steve persona, bullied out of it By Hargrove. He lost Wheeler to Byers, and somehow didn’t become more of an asshole?

Much like the KISS song from a second ago, Eddie sings “Disaster and disgrace, the King has lost his Crown..” without even thinking about it. The song yanked up from whatever recess of his mind holds onto ABBA songs.

Huh. Wait a minute…

Eddie hops up and starts shuffling through his and Wayne’s admittedly impressive record collection. KISS’s Dynasty album he needed was not too hard to find, but Voulez-Vous? That’s…gonna be harder. It’s gotta be around here somewhere though, ABBA is one of Wayne’s guilty pleasures.

Shit…he and Steve have much more in common than he thought…

Eddie moves onto thinking back over those couple weeks spent hiding out with Steve while he hunts. He’s got a few hours to kill.

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The days spent at Casa Harrington both felt like they’d crawled by at a snail's pace, and were over and behind him all too soon.

It was awkward in the beginning, but they quickly fell into a pattern.

Eddie was in the guest room on the main floor so he didn’t have to walk more than he needed to with the fresh graft wound on his leg, and Steve was on the couch in the living room (much to Eddie’s dismay).

“Steve, for the love of all that is unholy, PLEASE just sleep in your own bed? I’m perfectly fine down here, promise.”

“Not happenin’ Eds. My couch is super comfy anyway.”

Steve helps him to the bathroom whenever he needs it, and when he’s at work, Eddie uses those short trips to stretch his leg like his doctor said to.

Luckily for Eddie, the initial bandages on both his donor graft wound and his grafted wound (the biggest on one his left side) came off while he was still in the hospital, so he was able to shower and clean the areas with the mild soap Steve got for him.

Steve would help him over the lip of the tub after he got undressed (another time to slowly work on stretching the areas a bit), and take his towel from around the curtain once he was in.

Then he’d hover (every. time.), pretending that he had things to clean in the main floor bathroom until Eddie was done, and help him back out once a towel was around his waist.

The first couple days were the worst; Eddie had next to no energy at all for doing anything , but Steve is nothing if not a gracious host; so when he was led to the bathroom on the first day he needed a shower, Eddie found a small stool in the tub already, the usual bath mat outside the tub, plus some of those stick-on grippy things were stuck onto the floor of the tub and laid out in a path on the tile to where the sink was.

They were shaped like ducks.

“Ducks, huh?”

“Yep! ‘Rubber Duckie, you’re the one’ and all that. You like ‘em?” He sang (in a perfect imitation of Ernie), genuine as ever.

“Yeah Stevie, I love ‘em.” What else was he gonna say?

Steve had set him down on the closed lid of the toilet and started the water for him, aiming the shower head away from the curtain.

“Okay, let's get these bandages off, huh? Arms up!”

Eddie obliges, raising his arms up over his head as far as they could go for Steve to carefully pull his shirt over his head.

“Sit up straight for me.” He does, and Steve gently works the two large sections of gauze and tape across his torso off.

By time he’s done, Eddie’s shaking with the effort of holding himself up.

“Okay, okay, relax,” Steve coos, “I just have to get the one on your face now, then we’ll worry about your leg.”

Eddie nods, leaning his uninjured cheek into Steve’s large palm while he works the bandage off his other cheek and jaw.

Steve’s hands are so warm, he starts to fall asleep.

“Wake up, sunshine, gotta stand you up.” Steve says, the smile evident in his voice.

Eddie nods, keeping his eyes closed while Steve helps him up, and guides him to hold onto the towel bar.

“Okay, I’m going to take off your sweats, and then I’ll lift the leg of your shorts to take the bandage off. Is that okay, Eddie?”

Eddie nods, still tired.

“Eddie, please tell me what I’m going to do so I know you heard me.”

“Pants off, leg up.”

Wait.

“Wait, that sounded wrong.”

Steve just chuckles, “At least I know you were listening.”

He does exactly what he said he was going to do, and stands back up.

Oh no, now all that’s left is his boxers.

“OK, I’m going to put this over your shoulders and clip it in front,” of course he’s already got a plan for this. Eddie’s heart swells in his chest. “Then all you have to do is shimmy outta your shorts; you’ll still be covered up. Is that alright?”

“Yeah Stevie, sounds great.” Eddie chuckles, and Steve wraps a huge fluffy towel over him. “Where’d you get a giant towel?” he asks as it’s clipped around him with a just-as-giant claw clip.

Eddie feels Steve’s chuckle against his back and fights the urge to relax backward into his arms forever.

“It’s called a bath sheet. You can take some with you when you leave if you want.”

“Hm…A few will have my plasma all over ‘em.” Eddie rationalizes, getting another chuckle from the other man.

“Alright, smarty pants, you should be secure. When you’re ready, I’ll help you get over the edge of the tub so you can sit down on the stool.”

Eddie nods, and starts working his boxers down. Once off, he looks behind him for Steve.

If he wasn’t holding onto this rack for dear life, he’d probably keel over with how hard he laughs.

“What?” Steve feigns stupidity.

“Nice mask, Steve-o.” he’s wearing a leopard print eye mask, his hair sticking out goofily on the sides from where the elastic cinches above his ears.

“I can take it off if you wan–”

“No! Leave it!” Eddie laughs, grateful Steve can’t see how red his face is right now. “Can’t have ya getting a sneak peek of the goods.”

Steve shrugs, “I’ll just wait for the premiere, then. Now!” he brushes past that (and Eddie’s spluttering), “Let’s get you settled.”

He reaches forward for Eddie’s hand on the rack, dwarving it in his, and gently guides the two of them forward, his front to Eddie’s back as support. Damn, his legs are tired.

Steve reaches out ahead of them and blindly swipes for the shower curtain once, twice, catching it on the third swipe and sliding it open.

“Okay Eds, be very careful.”

Eddie steps slowly and carefully over the edge of the tub, realizing why Steve turned the showerhead earlier. The spot he’s stepping onto is still bone dry, much safer.

“Both feet are in, Cap’n. Hold this?” He swaps his hand in Steve’s for the corner of his towel. “Gonna take the clip off and you can take the towel.”

“Got it,” Steve says, and once he’s thrown the towel behind him: “Hand please?”

Eddie puts his hand back where it belongs, and lets himself be supported while he sinks down, slowly, onto the stool.

“I’m good Stevie, thank you.”

“‘Kay.”

He straightens, letting go of Eddie’s hand and snaps the curtain shut briefly, opening the other end to reach up for the showerhead.

“Ooh, fancy.” Eddie snarks when he catches the handheld head from Steve’s outstretched arm (it was almost too far to his left to grab).

“Shut up.” Steve chuckles and closes the curtain again, talking through it now. “The head should fit between the wall and the bar there, so you can put it down if you need to, the soap you should use is on the shelf on the left with a washcloth, and I snagged my mom’s curly-hair shampoo and conditioner,”

Eddie feels like he’s gonna cry.

“...Doc said not to let the water beat down on your wounds so make sure you keep the spray away, yell if you need me or when you’re done, okay? I’ll grab my blindfold and be here in two seconds flat.”

“Got it, thanks Steve.” Eddie manages through the lump in his throat.

“No problem Eddie."

Steve’s just as careful, gentle, respectful, on Eddie’s way out of the shower; blindfold on, he keeps his arms out for Eddie to lean on while he dries the majority of the water off himself, holding him steady while he pulls on a new pair of boxers.

“I’m taking the blindfold off now,” Steve says, then does, when he doesn’t hear any complaints from his friend. “You gotta stay standing for a little bit longer, okay? Gotta get your leg wrapped up first.”

Eddie nods, trying his best to hold back how heavy his breaths are coming with the constant exertion over the past half hour.

As soon as the last piece of tape is in place, Steve lowers him back onto the lid of the toilet.

“Here, drink this whole glass.” He says, handing Eddie a glass of water and the painkillers he needs.

By the time the water is gone, he’s air dried a bit more.

Steve carefully scrunches the water from Eddie’s hair, expertly twists it up into the claw clip, and drapes the towel over Eddie’s don’t slip and die bar.

He coaxes Eddie to sit up straight again with the promise of a Star Trek marathon in order to properly apply the prescribed cream and new bandages over the worst of his wounds (“Just a little bit longer sweetheart, you’re doing great!” he says proudly).

Steve ends with the one on his cheek, and once again, Eddie is drifting off; Steve lets him doze, leaned forward onto his stomach with his head turned slightly to get bandaged.

It’s like that every time. Even after Eddie gets stronger and can get in and out of the shower on his own, bitching at Steve in frustration for his damn hovering, he’s there, ready to help him when, by the end of his shower, he’s fully beat and sick to his stomach for being mean to his friend.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, they slowly load Eddie into the beemer, Eddie would suffer through physical therapy, and Steve was there to half-carry him back to the car (and there to order Eddie’s favorite flavor of ice cream for him when he inevitably zonks out in the front seat).

Steve’s always there.

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“You were made for lovin’ me..” Eddie sings, continuing his song-thought from before (though it’s marginally worse after recording the track to the B-side of Steve’s mixtape)

It’s the first song in response to Steve’s side.

“Buckley, you’re a genius.” he mutters to himself.

The front door squeaks open then, oh shit, is Wayne’s shift over already?

---

“…shut up..” he says, after agonizing through the memory of his and Steve’s first kiss. Knowing now that Steve had meant it, well, not actually, but actually wanted to have it be more of a deal… Yeah, Wayne and Robin are right. Doofus to Steve’s Dingus! Right here!

“You’ve at least got your shit together now, right? You got a plan?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it,” he dismisses, “Speaking of, where’ve you hidden Voulez-Vous ?”

“S’that why all our albums’re out?” Wayne slumps down into his recliner with his mug (this time, it’s the Campbell’s Soup one).

“...I’ll put ‘em away, I promise.”

Wayne sighs, but reaches down the side of his chair nearest the wall with his free hand, and returns with the album in his hand.

“Aw what the hell, I never would’ve found that!”

“A man’s recliner pockets are a sacred place.”

“Ew..?”

“I’ll leave it here fer ya, you ain’t doin’ nothin’ with it now. You’re going to bed.” Wayne emphasizes the ‘you’re going to bed’ part.

“Fine, fine,” Eddie tosses his hands up, “I’ll worry about woo-ing my man in the morning.”

Wayne’s responding “Ew.” is both muffled and amplified by his mug.

He spends the early afternoon after waking up cleaning up his mess like he’d promised, packing away all the vinyl into their designated cabinets under their kitchen bar before pulling out Voulez-Vous .

As soon as he hits stop on recording The King Has Lost His Crown (seriously, the tape had just clicked to a stop), his front door bursts open.

“The hell??” Eddie shoots up from his spot on his bedroom floor to the front door.

Dustin and Will are on either side of Max, supporting her over the threshold..

“Is she okay? What are you all doing here? You shits are lucky I just stopped recording!” he fusses.

“We were bored at my place, so we came to visit. Now stop being a Steve and grab my chair from outside.” Max commands.

“Rude.” Eddie scoffs, but does as she demands. “Your throne, m’lady.”

The two boys lower her into the seat and wheel her back in line with the couch before collapsing down on it themselves.

“So what are you recording?” Dustin asks, pulling his feet up to sit cross-legged on the cushion.

“Uh…” Shit! “…It’s a party mixtape, a couple songs for each of ya.”

Will lights up “Can we hear?”

“What songs did you use for me?”

“Yeah, what about me? I’m assuming you got some Kate Bush.”

“Calm down! Calm down, it’s a surprise, okay?

“Whose did you just record?” Will asks, ever the calming presence.

“It was one of Steve’s obviously.”

Eddie blanches.

“How d’ya figure?” Dustin asks Max, incredulous. “You can’t just know these things.”

“He came out here with ABBA in his hand. Obviously that’s one of Steves”

He did? Eddie looks over at the kitchen counter; yep, there it is. Tossed haphazardly onto Wayne’s stack of old pay stubs.

“Ooh! Let us pick the other Steve song! Where’re your other records?” Will looks around, Max starts to move.

“Why should I let you? It was my idea!”

“Uh, we've known him longer. Duh”

“I think I’ve got things covered Dusty–”

“Damn you’ve got a lot of music” Max found their stash. “And it’s a lot of regular people music too, I thought you were a metalhead.”

“Careful, Snoopy, I most definitely am. But music is music, and music is good.”

Will and Dustin are already crowding around her chair to get to the vinyl. Well, there goes all the organizing he just did.

“What about this one?”, “No way, gotta use this!”, “He doesn’t even like them, though..”

Finally, Max stops the assault on his cabinets. “Wait, you guys, I've got it!”

Eddie sighs, giving up. “Whatcha got, Mayfield?”

Part 6 here!

EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND WHO WILLINGLY PROVIDED HIS HANDWRITING FOR EDDIE!!! WE LOVE HIM FOR THAT!!!! ❤️

eddie calling max 'snoopy' may or may not come from my parents also calling me that when i was little and would snoop around the house looking for presents when it was close to my birthday

tag list cause y'all asked so nice to be tagged!: @hellomynameismoo, @messrs-weasley, and @manda-panda-monium

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bagelrites · 1 year ago

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Live Like You Said (Fight Like You Want to Win)

Dream has a dream, sees a friend, and starts writing something that could be a song.

I wrote this just now, just because the short about the music video made me so emotional. I hope this resonates with some of y'all.

“What is this?” Dream asks, and it’s a genuine question. The last thing he can remember was the glow of his computer screen, his phone and discord silent, all his friends busy seeing each other in real life without him.

Now, he’s here. In a field. Dandelions scattered in the grass, a birch forest in the distance. It looks a little like minecraft, and a little more like real life. It feels a little like a dream, and yet, something more.

“A duel, Dream,” the man in front of him says. He’s got the red cape, the pink hair, the gold crown. It hurts a little to look at him dead-on.

“No, this is a sick joke. You—” Dream backs away. “You can’t be here. We… we never met. You’re not real.”

“None of this is real, Dream,” Techno says, and it hurts more to hear his voice saying new words, not a recording. “Now draw your sword and fight.”

Dream sighs, shifts from one foot to the other. He feels the weight of the sword at his hip, but his heart is heavier. He can’t say no, but his arms are sluggish in drawing it out, his stance is sloppy. Techno gives him a look that says he sees it, and Dream straightens himself out as best he can.

“Better?” he says.

“It’ll have to do.”

And they're fighting. Techno swings his sword like it's just another limb, like it’s natural. Precise as the stab of a mantis striking its prey, firm as a boar digging its heels into the mud.

Dream is not that. He is slow and easily pushed back. He is stiff like a deer caught on the highway, coiled in on himself like a snake preserving heat.

Techno circles his blade, metal spiraling against metal, throws it from his grip. It clatters in the field, downs a few flowers on its way. Dream puts his hands up and hangs his head, defeated.

He lives most days like this, looking down at his feet. It hurts too much to look up. To see his failures, his losses, his grief laid bare.

But when Techno steps close, he is not gloating, not coming in for the kill. Not even consoling.

He is offering Dream the sword.

“What?” Dream looks up.

“Again.” Techno says, holding the blade awkwardly so the handle is facing Dream. “Like you mean it this time. Like you want to win.”

Dream opens his mouth to argue, but shuts it just as quickly. He feels tears pressing at the backs of his eyes, but a smile pushes harder. Wobbles a little, yes, but pushes up at his cheeks all the same.

“Why?” he asks, voice cocky, and takes the sword. “You want to lose?”

“Want to win against a worthy opponent.” Techno backs away, pulls himself into a ready position. “Want to beat my rival one last time. Call it the Cain instinct. Or call it a favor. Whatever you think suits.”

Dream laughs, and it’s light, but a little nervous, like he was so long ago, sitting in a dark room with Minecraft pulled up and a hundred thousand dollars on the line. Luckily, nerves were only ever fuel for Dream. He knows he’s coming out of this a victor, even if he loses.

And he does lose, eventually. He puts up a heck of a fight, though, and it’s close several times, but they’re two boys who never know when to quit, and they can’t stop until they’re both panting and Dream is on his back in the grass, both swords tossed away somewhere, Techno holding him down and counting like a referee.

“Okay, okay! I yield.”

Techno laughs, leaps up to his feet, but he’s panting, too.

He’s so alive, like this. Dream just sits up and watches him, posing with his arms up, back to the sun, haloed in white light.

“Technoblade never dies!” he announces, like there’s a crowd watching or a camera recording.

Instead, there’s just Dream’s smile, and the dandelions waving in the wind.

(When he wakes up, the first thing he does is find a notebook and a pencil. He’s never believed in ghosts or angels, but just like he’s really out there, watching, he writes it bold and neat.

I’m going to live like you said.)

#dream #techno #dreamwastaken #technoblade #rivals duo #drabbles #my fic #idk how to tag this its just kinda my feelings :(

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messinwitheddie · 1 year ago

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Since Red died, did Purple keep any of his belongings? Wore any of his cloths or armor?

What was he like at the funeral? Did any other Irken feel his pain or was Purple the only one mourning?

Yeet "Oooh... The Tallest really isn't fond of answering questions about late Red's death. I'll answer any questions as best I can.

"My tallest mourned late Red longer and harder than I have ever seen any drone mourn another drone. They knew each other since smeethood. They were linked in spirit, not just in their title. I think it was brave and sweet how openly Tallest Purple grieved, but he worries the empire might see his grief as a weakness.

Tallest funerals are never recorded or broadcasted on live stream. I remember watching the news segment announcing Late Red's passing. Tallest Purple looked like a shell of himself when he addressed the empire. His wardrobe staff told me he was inconsolable at Red's funeral. He could barely keep it together long enough to carry Red into the Colossus's right hand and read his rites before lighting his body aflame. They told me his grieving screams echoed clear across no drone's land... Poor tallest Purple.

Usually when a tallest passes the empire goes into lockdown until a tallest is measured. There is a period of recognition and manditory honorable mourning by the empire, but because late Red and Tallest Purple ruled as one unit, there was no lock down. Purple just took over the full title and us shorter drones were instructed to carry on as normal.

I think that really distressed Purple that the empire didn't seem to mourn his loss as he did. I'm sure SOMEONE besides Tallest Purple must have been devastated when late Red passed.

To be fair, my generation have only been alive long enough to salute late Red and Tallest Purple. Most of the empire is still nostalgic about late Miyuki, which is understandable. She's a hero of mine too. Late Red didn't rule long enough for the general public to be deeply invested in his passing. He's convinced no one will mourn him when he passes. I, personally, imprinted on Purple as a smeet, so I take comfort in knowing he's still with us. I would be devastated if we lost Purple, even if he doesn't believe me.

Purple wore his funerary robes for YEARS after Red's passing. He was still wearing his white robes and vail when he hired me as his coordinator. He snapped out of that eventually, but went through a fase where EVERYONE on the massive had to wear late Red's shade of red. I was even instructed to wear contacts to alter my eye color for his first century jubilee. Luckily he moved past that too.

Late Red's formal robes are on display at the Tallests' memorial museum on the massive, but Tallest Purple has kept all of late Red's other robes in his chambers. He kept nearly all of late Red's possessions, including the puppets he crafted, his old battle ballad choir helmet from his cadet days and even the bag from the last box of donuts he ate.

I made another silk doll of Red in formal robes for Tallest Purple. He talks to it regularly. It's a little strange, but whatever brings him confort.

Threw in some old posts on the subject. Again, couldn't find the exact post I was thinking of In reference to this ask ^^; This reminds me; I never really touched on the side plot, but frylady Soo-Garr was actually in love with tallest Red; which was her biggest motivation to try to become the next frylord of the Massive's grand mess hall.

I REALLY wish I knew how to find my tumblr archive. I forget half the crap I come up with. ><

#invader zim #18-years-later #au #tallest purple #irken #ocs #asks #might be a few days before I'm able to answer any more questions

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purplesong1028 · 2 years ago

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Hunt the Hunter

Chapter 2: The Twins

Paz and Din each prepares for their journey ahead, while thinking about their best friend with a very special ability.

AKA. I chose to make my life harder by but making Paz and Din childhood friends with each other.

Rating: General Audience

Paring: Paz/Din

Words: 2,609

Paz wakes up early the next morning to the noise outside. Everyone is walking around, moving stuff, talking to each other with mixed Mando’a and Galactic Basic. He wakes up early anyway, because it’s important to maintain a daily routine underground. At this point, his body has already developed an accurate biological clock after spending years without natural sunlight, which is how he knows this is even earlier than when he usually wakes up. If he has to guess, the sun is probably not even out yet.

Paz blinks a few times and wipes a hand down his face. Then he remembers: they have to move the covert before the Imps track down the mandalorian hunter who disrupted the entire guild. He silently curses Djarin again. The bastard better be prepared when Paz finds him.

It doesn’t take long for him to get up and get ready. None of them has a lengthy morning routine. Then he packs some necessities into a large bag: weapons, common spare parts, ration packs, credits, and some medical supplies including a full can of bacta spray. He checks the four small pieces of pure beskar the armorer gave him yesterday, and carefully puts them in a pocket. The pocket is deep and spacious, but he can still feel their existence against his leg when he starts walking.

Paz receives a few nods as he walks outside carrying his luggage. Most people are too busy for any other gestures, but a few people he’s closer with give him a pat on the shoulder and a “good luck”. They don’t need to say anything else. Mandalorians are people of action, and they always know the weight behind the simple words spoken by their brothers and sisters.

However, there is one person he has to see before leaving for his quest.

After a few turns, the tunnel opens up to a large flat area, which they use as their training camp. Foundlings are running around carrying boxes of supplies, to get them ready for transportation. Some of them briefly stop in front of the two adults standing among them, seeking instruction or comfort.

Paz smiles at the scene. Every mandalorian will do anything for their foundlings, but it takes a special kind of talent to get a group of small children and teenagers to work together seamlessly. Luckily, some of them have that talent.

Syina and her twin brother Mylo look no different from any other human, but there is one thing that sets them apart: they can sense emotions.

When they are physically close enough, they can feel exactly what you feel.

There is little record left of their species, so it’s uncertain why they’re empaths, but regardless, their special ability makes them the best mentors for the foundlings.

It also made Syina the perfect friend for Paz since they were children. Back then, most kids in the fighting corps were at least a little scared of him. Maybe it had something to do with his size, his temper or his family name, or a combination of all those. But Syina, a few years younger and much smaller, was never afraid.

She would seek him out after training and ask him to go over some complicated moves with her, to tell her stories about mandalorian history, or even to teach her to use a weapon that she was too young to touch.

“Sometimes you are just in a bad mood,” She once told him, “but you don’t want to hurt me, I can feel it. You are a kind person.”

Over the years, it became a clear pattern: if Syina wasn’t with Mylo, she was most likely hanging out with him. Some elderlies in the covert assumed they would start courting once they grow up, and even encouraged him to do so, but he never felt that kind of desire towards her. It was just nice to have someone trust him, both in his skills and his character as a mandalorian. If anything, he saw her more as a little sister than a future wife.

Paz understood why he might have given off the wrong idea though. The twins were strikingly similar in every way, but he was much closer to the girl. But it wasn’t because he liked Mylo any less. It was just inconvenient for them to hang out because Mylo had always been very close to Djarin. How these two became friends, Paz had no idea, still doesn’t.

Honestly, it was a bit funny that a pair of twins somehow ended up being friends with two people who could hardly coexist in the same room.

“Paz!” Syina notices him first, not hiding her excitement as she gives him a solid pat on the arm, right below his pauldron so it actually hurts a little. “I thought you already left!”

“Without saying goodbye to you?” He snorts, “you’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

“That was what I told her.” Mylo also walks towards them, pulling Paz in for a brief half-hug. “All ready for your big quest?”

He smiles at the friendly teasing tone. “Yeah, I’m good. Are the young ones ready?”

“They’re not very happy with the short notice, understandably.” Syina shrugs, “but we got them, there’s no need to worry.”

That’s true. If Paz has to trust anyone with all the foundlings, he trusts them.

“Look, Paz,” Mylo starts again, and Paz already knows what he’s about to say, “Din didn’t betray us. There’s no way. Something we don’t know must have happened.”

“That’s not up to me to judge.” He tries to remain as impartial as he can at the moment, since that’s what the armorer wants him to do. “My quest is to bring him back. That’s all.”

“What he’s saying is that, obviously Djarin won’t let you bring him back without a fight.” Syina cuts in. She’s always been more blunt than her brother, at least with him. “And you have a plasma thrower.”

“Yeah, what she said. Just don’t kill him, alright?”

“And on that note, don’t let him kill you either.”

Maybe that’s not a joke on their end, but Paz laughs out regardless. Sometimes he has a weird sense of humor.

He turns back to Mylo, “have you heard from him? Any idea where he might be?” If anyone in the covert has additional information on Djarin, it’d be Mylo, and Paz truly hopes he won’t hide anything.

“I don’t know. I tried to call him yesterday, after we got the news about a mandalorian blowing up a building in an alley. He didn’t answer, so I sent a message to his ship.” Mylo looks down for a second, and Paz doesn’t need to be an empath to know that look. Guilt, for not doing more, even after they’ve done everything they possibly can. “Then the armorer ordered everyone to prepare for relocation, so we had to change all the comlinks.”

“I’ll find him.” Paz grabs his shoulder and gives him a solid shake. “If he’s in trouble, I’ll bring him back home.”

“You know, at first I thought the armorer was going to send Mylo, but maybe she had a good reason to choose you.” Syina tilts her head, and Paz just knows she’s smirking under her helmet. “What’s that saying again? You know your enemy the best? Something like that.”

“We’re not enemies.” Enemy is a strong word. The Imps are the enemy. Djarin isn’t, as long as he’s not working for the Imps.

“Rivals then, still, my point stands.”

“Well, I certainly hope you’re right then.” Paz smiles. He knows she can’t see it but she sure can feel it with her powers. Behind them, the foundlings are finishing up stacking boxes of supply neatly together. “I should let you two get back to it. I need to get going too.”

Mylo nods. “Good luck on your quest, Paz.”

Syina reaches over to pull him into a tight embrace. “Cuyir morut'yc.” Be safe.

Din sinks into the pilot chair. He just spent almost an hour trying to make the freaking kid fall asleep. He tried everything: he fed him, cleaned his clothes with sonic, spoke to him softly while gently rocking him. That eventually worked, or maybe the kid just tired himself out. Either way, now he’s more than ready to take a nap himself.

But he can’t do that just yet. There are more pressing matters to be taken care of. He made himself a suspect of treason, which is never dealt with lightly. By creed, he is to be brought in front of his vods and questioned by the armorer. He is more than willing to explain himself. After all, he didn’t mean to keep the beskar for himself. It was just a lapse of judgment under crisis, a stupid misunderstanding. The thing is, with both the Imps and the guild hunting him, the last thing he needs is to bring his troubles back to the covert, so as much as he wants to go home and clear his name, he can’t.

Of course, Din tried to contact the covert yesterday as soon as he realized what he had done. There was already a message from Mylo waiting for him, but when he called back no one answered. Then he tried the armorer’s comlink, and that didn’t go through either.

Is he casted out already? Did they make the decision without even giving him a trail?

The mere thought of that brings a dull soreness to his chest, but he quickly gathers his thoughts, and realizes that’s not possible.

Everything they do, they follow the creed. If the creed says he needs to be questioned, someone will track him down and bring him back. It’s more likely that the covert had to reset their comlinks as a security measure. Maybe he should do that for Razor Crest too. It’s difficult to track someone with only a comlink, but it’s always better safe than sorry. Din makes a mental note to get right on that as soon as he lands on the next planet.

Right now, the important question is: who’s coming?

Din thinks about everyone at the covert. It has to be someone who’s capable enough to take him down.

Would it be Mylo? It would make sense. His ability to detect emotions gives him a great advantage in tracking when used wisely. Mylo actually came as a close second in the contest to select the new beroya. That was about two decades ago, but he has faith in his friend. Besides himself, Mylo is likely still the best hunter out of everyone else.

Din really hopes it will be Mylo. That would solve the problem instantly. He can just explain what happened and why he can’t return, then ask his friend to bring the beskar back home to the foundlings.

But with his luck, that’s probably too good to be true. Always prepare for the worst. That’s one of the golden rules to survive in this galaxy.

Still, he can’t help but hope. Chances are he’s going to be on the run for a very long time. Maybe he can never go home again. It would be nice to see his only friend one last time.

Mandalorians don’t make friends easily.

Din had learned that a few months after he was brought to the fighting corp. They were taught to always be loyal and have each other’s backs, and even die for each other in battles, because they would grow up to be warriors, because that was their creed.

But that wasn’t what friends were, right? Not like his friends back home, where they would sneak out and run around doing silly things, like laughing at some weird insects.

He didn’t mind it though. He didn’t feel like talking to people most of the time anyway. It was easier to focus on his training. Training was straightforward. It was clear which moves were right and which ones were wrong, what attacks worked on his opponents and what didn’t.

Seeing his own improvements made him feel good. His body was aching, but his heart felt safe.

Mylo approached him one day when he was icing a bruise on his forearm after a sparring session.

“Wow, that’s a big one.” The red-haired boy sat down on the floor next to him. “Sorry about that.”

Din shot him a confused look. They didn’t need to apologize for hurting their opponent during those exercises. Mylo beat him in fair combat, so there wasn’t anything to be sorry for.

“So you’re not talking, but you’re also not mad. Wait, you know I can tell you’re not mad, right?”

“I’ve heard people talking about it. You and your sister can…feel people.”

“That’s a really weird way to put it, but sure.” Mylo shrugged. “I went pretty hard on you earlier, when you felt it I kind of felt it too, so just wanted to check if you’re all good.”

“You can feel others' pain too?”

“In a way?” Mylo made some vague gestures. “Not physically, but people feel things in their heads too, when they’re in pain. It’s hard to explain.”

Now Din was completely confused. “What things?”

“I just said it was hard to explain.”

They stared at each other silently for a few seconds. He wondered if Mylo could feel the awkwardness.

“Anyway, if I didn’t hurt you too badly,” Mylo nodded at his bruised arm, “do you want to pair up again tomorrow?”

He removed the ice pack from his now numb arm and put it down on the floor. “Why? You won earlier. You should fight someone stronger next time.”

“The way I see it, you’re a lot smaller than me but you gave me one of the toughest fights.” Mylo kicked the dripping ice pack out of the way as the water got to his shoe. “You’re faster than almost everyone else and you always know where to hit. You just need to build your strength up, and you’ll be one of the best fighters around here.”

They didn’t sneak out or do silly things…no, actually they snuck out twice and almost got caught the second time. But they grew to become friends. They sparred with each other, ate together before they got their helmets, and gossiped. Thanks to Mylo’s power, he always had the best gossip.

Din wondered where Mylo and Syina got their empath abilities, but nobody really knew. The twins were brought here when they were babies, and they looked human. Their buir, the medic, noticed their special abilities as they grew up. That was as much as everyone knew.

He also tried to look for leads over the years as he made his way through the galaxy, but to most people, their kind was unheard of. From what he could gather, they were a small civilization of highly intelligent and peaceful people, but a series of catastrophic natural disasters deemed their planet inhabitable.

Din looks over at the tiny bundle of green on the co-pilot seat, peacefully asleep. Whatever this child is, Din hasn’t seen anything like him. What if he’s the last survivor of his kind? What is it like to have no one know what you are, and where you come from?

Din slowly exhales, shaking himself out of the sudden urge of sorrow. This is not the time. Survive first, and everything else can come later.

He checks the panel. Only 30 minutes remain until they can jump out of hyperspace. He needs something for his journey ahead, and he knows exactly where to get it.

@vanishedangels @mandaloria314 @theydjarin @cheesybadgers @artemiseamoon @anunhealthydoseofangst @hausofmamadas @bellinitini @ohyousillything (Let me know if you want to be added or taken of the tag list.)

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian fic #din dijarn #din djarin fic #Star Wars #Star Wars fic #paz viszla #pazdin #paz/din

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jacqthehermit · 2 years ago

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"The first ever Korean soloist in history to debut at #1 on Billboard Hot 100"

Yep I am late and this time I don't have any excuses. I didn't get sick like last time. I think I am just burnt out but I don't wanna fully admit it bec I don't have the right to be burnt out lmao. Anyways, I am here to talk about Jimin and not me.

Where do I even start?

I previously said that I'll start typing my thoughts again so I could get back to them in the future. But honestly, I don't know if I actually want to remember everything that happened during Jimin's FACE era. It actually gave me more heartbreak than happiness. As much as I wanted to focus on the success of the album and how the songs were carefully written by Jimin, I think there are more serious matters to talk about.

I mean yes, Jimin attained all these record breaking achievements however at the same time, he experienced a lot of injustices mostly bec he's an asian making honest music in a white dominated industry.

After hitting no.1 on HOT100, Billboard suddenly deleted 90% of his sales in the 2nd week which made him fall 40 spots down. If the sales were not deleted, he could've stayed no.1 for another week.

Spotify merged the 2 versions of Like Crazy in the first 4 days (like they usually do with other artists' songs) but when it was able to hit no.1 on Global Spotify Chart, they suddenly separated the 2 and never put them back. They even fucked up the producer credits for a time period.

Even after hitting no.1 on Global Spotify Chart and no.1 on HOT100, US radios kept ignoring Like Crazy and refused to play it. They would ask for requests and when LC acquires the most votes, they will pick another song. If the song was not paid and not from a white artist, US radios dgaf no matter how well the song is doing on the official charts.

Youtube has always been a BTS anti. Youtube does filter other artists' views too but when it comes to any BTS related videos, they filter out 1000000x harder. No matter how it is proven that BTS has one of, if not the largest fandom in the world, Youtube still considers us bots.

They usually delete a lot of views during the first few days of a BTS video then tones down after. However during Jimin's music videos (SMFPT2 and LC) they kept deleting an average of 1M views per day even 2 weeks after the release. The fact that LC was no.1 trending music video worldwide for days but it was stuck with the same views was so frustrating. Even if you compare its views to likes ratio from other Korean artists' mvs, you'll definitely see something's wrong.

When Jimin was about to hit 2M album sales in 1 day, Hanteo deleted 700k sales. They were even planning to make Jimin not hit 1M in 1 day bec they suddenly froze his sales. Luckily the fandom was able to screen record their website and posted a bunch of proofs of their anomaly. After bombarding them with emails, they gave up and brought back Jimin's 1M sales. Sadly the 700k sales were not given back.

The worst part from all this mess? BIGHIT/HYBE never said anything. Never defended their artist. Always does the bare minimum and makes the fandom do all the work, from promo, to radio spins and even in demanding for accountability from all these charts and platforms. Very disappointing knowing they are the biggest entertainment company in SK. BTS built the company from dust through their blood, sweat and tears but they can't give the same energy back? Pathetic. Tho when it comes to their rookie group they be doing the most lol.

"Bangtan are not babies, they are grown up, adult men. They are shareholders of this company. They know everything, they approved of this blah blah"

I know BTS do have the power and voice regarding their work but at the end of the day, there are certain things that the company has the final say (Hell they can't even release certain songs sometimes if not approved by the company!). I'm so sick of people bringing up this argument just to disregard the company's blatant negligence to the Tannies. Also, me talking about this does not mean I don't acknowledge all the good they've done, there are just so many questionable decisions made by the company that needed to be addressed but the space is not enough to list them all.

"You're crazy, it's not that deep. Go touch some grass"

Tbh if I can make all of these not true I would. I would save Jimin from all these unfair treatment specially he is just facing all of these alone since this is not a group comeback. But this is the reality. All these sabotages were not conspiracy theories, they were real. Even all of us were shocked that these charts and platforms did these things in broad daylight. This is how dirty the music industry is against people of color. This is the truth.

Other fandoms usually just focus on the visual aspect and rarely their faves' music (numbers don't lie bruh). They would be making fun of our fandom bec we take streaming, voting and charting seriously. And when BTS keeps on winning and their faves don't, they'd protest lmao. Why am I mentioning this?

Sometimes after fighting all these music charts and platforms I would think, what if I didn't dive deep? What if I'm just a casual music listener and a visual stan? What if I didn't know how corrupt the system is? Things wouldn't be so stressful right?

But then again, I fell in love with BTS bec of their music. And they have proven how much they love making music. Of course as a fan, I only want the best for them. I want them to achieve everything they deserve as artists and musicians. Fighting the impossible like the music industry is indeed exhausting however if it's for an artist like BTS then it's all worth it.

I want to end this long ass rant by congratulating Jimin on his historical solo album debut. I am sorry if I didn't focus on typing about FACE. I wanted to emphasize that despite all these sabotages, no payola, no playlisting, no radio and no western collab, Jimin made it to the top.

There might be people (mostly the ones who don't know how the charts and system work) thinking it was easy. It was never easy, always never easy when it comes to BTS.

Nevertheless thank you Jimin for making this masterpiece. I am proud of having you as a bias. You deserve all the success and praise. We will always have your back no matter what. I love you.

P.S.

I cried when I first listened to Set Me Free Pt. 2. If you are a Jimin biased person, you'll understand.

I am a big fan of 80s music and Like Crazy has 80s music vibe so I love it so much.

I wanted to include every achievement of FACE and LC on every chart in different countries but there's not enough space.

There might be another Korean soloist in the future who will achieve no.1 on HOT100 like Jimin but that will never change the fact that he will always be the first (also 2nd asian soloist overall after 60 years) and I can't flex this enough.

Please listen to Jimin's record breaking solo debut album if you haven't yet~ 🙇‍♀️💓

#Park Jimin #Like Crazy #No. 1 Billboard HOT 100 #BTS #Bangtan Sonyeondan #jacqthehermit.drawing

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whosectype · 1 year ago

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OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THANK U JDSDHSDDJDSS SECRET ASASSIN LMAO

(I will now use this as an excuse to infodump all the lore behind this au)

Sadly, Charles isn’t a secret assasin, but just a washed up manager 😔 BUT meeting Tallulah was his big break! After that first show he whitenessed, he practically begged for Tallulah to sign under him. He luckily is in with the daughter of a big record company, and convinces her to let Tallulah reccord an album. It’s premiered on the radio and boom! It is a hit instantly. Tallulah is stuck in the spotlight wether she likes it or not, going on tour with Charles all accosts the isles!!

But it gets harder and harder for her to keep her secret. Her number one support system, her brother, had been missing for months, and and all the money she’s made has gone to a private investigator, but all leads are pointing at mob activity. He helped her become tallulah when being mugman wasn’t enough. People always thought it was odd that she preferred to get ready and do her makeup alone in the dressing room, although numerous professionals offered to do doll her up before shows. For Charles, it isn’t has much of a problem, giving he already had somewhat androgynous features, and his facade kept up as long as he remembered to lower his voice and made sure his moustache never fell off. But what does get difficult is denying his feelings for Tallulah. But he could never confess, he couldn’t bear to keep lying about his identity forever, and who says if she did like Charles, should she like…Chai?

he also wouldn’t want her to get tangled up in his messy past. He still has debts to pay and people to keep silent, organized crime has a way with sticking with you even when you think you’re out. But he’s famous now, the manager of the great Tallulah piccolo! They wouldn’t dare go after someone so big in the public eye…

ok so like silly au idea that I’ll do nothing with

Mugman crossdresses as tallulah piccolo and sings at sleazy joints for as much money as she can get

Chai is a talent agent whose looking for their big break, but being the 1920s she crossdresses as a male talent agent/manager named uh Charles, yeah Charles

anywho Charles sees Tallulah sing at a club and KNOWs he has to become her manager cause he thinks she can make it big also he totally fell for her but that’s not the point he totally doesn’t love her what are you talking abt

Anywho it’s just a silly idea (sortaaaa based off of the marvelous mrs MAISEL but not exactly) i might just draw doodles for it, but nothing extreme hehe

#Reblog #fanart #hehehehe #Forewarning i wrote this at like one am excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes sfdjnsfdjnfsd

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fertilize-my-eggs · 3 years ago

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Full of Cum dom shigaraki x sub chubby fem! reader smut

🚫MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI THANKS YOU !🚫

Author: y'all remember this post well it's happening😏 this one was stuck in my head for few days and I gotta write it as a fic, I know I should be working the oneshots, I just been too busy. ( btw it's gonna be very short since I'm been having write block idk if that a thing😭😭 )

Warings: LOTS of cummings + basically both you and tomura are horny bastards + rough sex + belly bugle and creampies + over-stimulated. ( reader has a quirk. )

Soft creaking were increasing in volume, sweet honey like drop moans echos in the small room. Shigaraki having his lovely darling in doggy style, your back was pushing down, ass up and your face was drooling sticking onto the pillow underneath you. Your eyes roll back when he's keep hitting that's spot just right, you lost count on how many times you orgasm but he's not stopping any time soon.

" fuck~ ! I'm cumming again-. " he's made a loud whiny groan, shot more of his heavy white cream inside your gummy walls. You cry out his name, He's roll you over to watch your belly being so round, his hand squish your abdomen more making you whimper out. The mixed bodies fluids slowing come out of your sore hole, tomura had the biggest smirk ever, his fingers push it back inside for a bit. Luckily for your quirk called ( quirk blocker ) is that's anyone who's touch your delicate skin or make any contact, their quirk won't work more then one hour or two but since tomura found out about your quirk, he's couldn't keep his hands off of you.

He's grab the bottle of lube from your shared dresser and pop it open, the squeeze sound was all you hear, your heavy eyeslids watching him rub it on his fingers to quickly slide in your tight asshole, you were sobbing a bit. Once he's was satisfied, he's remove his fingers to grab his cum cover cock to your entrance and slide in. You gasp out but only for tomura to smash his scarred lips onto yours. His hips were going faster and deeper, he's was so desperate finding your sweet spot again.

You loudly moan inside his mouth, he's dominate your tongue and he's clearly won as his tongue started to explorer your sweet mouth.

" tomura~! " your muffled cries vibrate his mouth, making him groan.

He's pull away to have you both catch some of the fresh air, he's grabs your thick thighs to push it to your chest, your moan were getting high pitch and begging for more.

" ahh harder please master~ ! " your hands gridded his arms for your dear life, the bed was shaking and you can hear it banging the wall, everyone in the league already used to this plus they're can't say anything beacuse of tomura..

You watch his eyes roll back and tossed his head back as he's release more of his cum inside.

You were panting heavy, your whole body feel exhausted, he's continue to fuck his cum deeper inside your sweet ass. He's give some harsh slaps to your pump ass and start to grab it for holding you still. You constantly have the ahegao face for a while and tomura was dammm that's he's wish he's had his phone to record your dumb fucked out face... Maybe later when he's ask you again to try this.

His hips stiff up as you made a high pitch screaming, your eyes roll back to feel more of his cum being dump inside.

" good girl.. Good fucking girl. " he's groan out, He's pull out to crawl to your face as you lazily blink at him. " clean me up my slutty cumdump whore. " you watch his cock drenched in body fluids, you begin to lick his semi soft cock only for it to come back to life and thobbing. You soft moan out as you lick his side then underside while playing his heavy balls, you couldn't move your body at all, you're too tired.. How in the hell is he's STILL going?!? You though, you suddenly felt his fingers move to back of your head and you look up at him.

" be a good girl and let's master used your sweet mouth for a bit. " you're nodding your head, his cock was sliding in and out not super fast but you can already tell he's sensitive but somehow he's was getting heated making his balls slapping your chin, your eyes roll back and start to tap his thigh.

" breath through your nose pet, let's me just-.." He's doesn't finish his sentence, you already feel his salty cum sliding down your throat making you gag and cough.

He's slowly pull out to watch his cum comming out of your mouth, your jaws hurts from his rough fucking.

He's move away to beat his sore meat so fast and start to spray his watery cum all over your body, you're were too tired and letting him do as he's please.

He's felt pride in his chest watching you cover in his cum, he's quickly grab his phone to take a ton of pictures of your lewd bodies cover in cum, he's move to your sore pussy and ass.

He's pull your lips wide and said." Fuck~. Too fuckin' pretty. " he's bite his lips to get closer look at your cum cover entrances, He's finally stop taking pictures and tross his phone on the dresser.

" let's go take a bath together baby. " he's gently pick you up, walk into the restroom. He's put you on the toliet and begin to fill the water up with spoap. Your whole body feel like jelly, couldn't move and you just whine.

Finally the bath is ready and tomura pick you up to have you sit in the tub and he's comming in. He's pull you over so you were sitting on his lap.

" I'm horny again princess. " your eyes wided as you realized he's wasn't kidding, he's still rock hard poking your lips making you whine out but he's lightly hump your behind.

" wanna go more rounds? " your head turn to see his eyes cover in lust.

" y-yes please master. "

And he's gladly help you out.

#anime #mha #bnha #fanfic #minors dni #shigaraki tomura #x reader #smut #tomura shigaraki x reader smut

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tteokdoroki · 4 years ago

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countdown | k.bakugou + e.kirishima.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou, eijirou kirishima x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.1K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: with the new year finally approching, your boyfriends figure out the perfect way to start the countdown.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ), oral sex ( female recieving ), fingering, choking, dumbification, degredation, double penetration, daddy!kink, master!kink, creampie, cumplay. guys it’s a lot idk what to tell you brrrrr.

♡ author’s note(s): um this is like 8 days late but happy new years y’all, first fic of 2021 and it is a Wild one !! this kinda goes with along with my christmas deku fic, you don’t have to read it but it gives some context!! thank for all your love and support, stay safe babies <33

♡ masterlist | requests

“don’t look so nervous, shitty girl.”

your gaze flicks up and to the left of the rim of your tainted red solo cup, a pretty mauve stain coating the outer edge. you can see bakugou moving in your peripheral vision, slender body resting against the counter in the kitchen you’ve hidden yourself away in— outside a new years party bustles away, so full of life that you’ve struggled to become a part of. it was supposed to be a small gathering, a few of your boyfriends’ mates were getting together to see off the awful year after finals and tears and mishaps.

you were excited, you’d spent some time with the group before and were stoked to get to know them a bit better— but the idea had quickly been scrapped when kirishima’s roommate turned the tiny event into a full blown goodbye bash. so now your social anxiety was through the roof and you could hardly think about enjoying yourself.

downing the rest of your... well whatever the hell it is...you shift to face the blonde with a slight scowl. “i’m not nervous, katsuki.” you half growl in an attempt to keep the explosive blonde away, but crimson eyes with mischievously sparkling irises only roll once, your lover can read you like an open book— and for that you hate him... but only just.

“yeah?” katsuki hums, turning to corner you against the worktop. forgoing your empty cup, your free hands instantly settle themselves on your boyfriend’s hips— the material of his black skinny jeans rough against your palms, sneakily to thread fingers through his belt loops to tug him closer and barely feel flustered by the half lidded gaze bakugou gives you. “if you’re not s’nervous, then why the fuck are you hidden away in here?”

it’s your turn to send your eyes rolling, to which katsuki catches and gives you a gentle nip to the cheek. “i’m not hiding either, i came in here to get a drink for kiri— hey! don’t look at me like that.” the rest of your words fall flat in a whine you don’t mean to set free, bakugou grinning like a maniac above you. his eyes sparkle at the hint of your lie as if he can see right through you, which again... you hate. out of the two of your boyfriends; the blonde was able to pick up on your behaviours slightly faster than kirishima— you put it down the quick reflexes and his complex for wanting to be first at everything but that didn’t make him any less annoying.

in response, bakugou bites down a little harder on your fleshy cheek, pulling you closer by the waist so that your legs wrap around him from over the counter. “a drink that kiri already has, baby? stop lyin’, you loser,” he mumbles into your skin, making you huff. “talk to me.”

“fuck you, but fine...” whining again and with a slight buzz of alcohol to your veins you tilt your head before bakugou can affectionately chomp onto your cheek again and attempt to steal a small peck from him. your love only denies you of this pleasure, at least until you tell him the truth. “okay, okay. i’m in here hiding ‘cause there’s too many people and i’m afraid i’ll be too nervous to talk to your friends.”

“‘m feeling burnt out katsu, there’s so many more people here than i expected and i’m worried that your friends might not like me s’much anymore...”

bakugou smirks, running his tongue over the top row of his pearly whites and you cross your arms in defeat. “you’re so fuckin’ stupid, yn.”

“fuck you! right up your stupid little ass—“

your blonde boyfriend raises a brow which silences you quickly and makes you wriggle in annoyance. “you’re stupid ‘cause our friends aren’t gonna stop liking you for gettin’ shy— there’s a lotta people out there that aren’t exactly kiri or i.” you perk up at the mention of your latter partner which makes katsuki smile and release you. “just relax. they love you, we love you...let’s just say goodbye to this fuckin’ shitty year, okay?”

you nod and watch as the male moves away from you to fix you both another set of drinks while you adjust yourself to go back into the outside world. the kitchen stays quiet compared to the bass blasted music that echoes throughout the dorm halls, giving you time to grasp at feelings of anxiety and attempt to soothe them— you promise yourself to leave all of the negative feelings behind and focus on making happy memories with your friends. bakugou breaks you from your thoughts and hands you another cup filled with a drink you recognise to be your favourite, he doesn’t speak however and leans back against the worktop to drink his own beverage.

you’ve always liked that he gives you room to think and make a note to show your appreciation later on. your boy’s love language was always through actions and hardly ever words.

but your bubble of sweet silence is soon burst when one of your partner’s friends darts into the kitchen, a look of excitement dancing brightly across pink lined features. her amber eyes land on you first and swiftly find bakugou after causing a smile to break out against her features. “ohmygod finally, i was wondering where you guys got to! come on, the countdown’s about to start!” you quickly place her name to be mina, remembering her voice from the last time you’d met and offer her a sweet smile in return as her hand reaches out for yours. you take it.

bakugou tsks; clearly irritated but pushes himself off of the counter and follows behind you motherless, mina dragging you in the direction of the living room. somehow she effortlessly weaves you through sweaty bodies of students from the floors below and practically tosses you to the sharks that can be named as your boyfriends’ pals. luckily, your katsuki is right behind you to steady your hips while mina flops onto a couch with the others.

“there they are! two thirds of our favourite lovebirds...” someone to the right of you speaks up; you recognise her to be the roommate you’d walked in on when visiting bakugou’s place before christmas and relax a little. the girl was nice, affectionate and ever so sweet with you the first time you’d met. she curls up in the lap of another guy with green chair, who you presume is the ‘shitku’ or ‘deku’ your lovers had told you about, respectively.

speaking of, katsuki makes himself comfortable next to kirishima on his old loveseat from your hometown— you’d played rock paper scissors with him to keep it, but lost. you couldn’t complain though, the red heard rewarding you with a flurry of kisses in place of the old battered chair.

but with no room and the gang already taking up most of the couch, eijirou pulls you to sit on his thighs and wraps his arms around your middle before pressing a kiss atop your head. “missed you, where’d you go?” he pouts into your neck and fiddles with the frayed ends of your skirt, his free hand grasping at the drink he had.

“i was—“

“she was hidin’ in the kitchen; pretending to fix somethin’.” katsuki cuts you off, earning himself a glare from you and amused chuckles from others ( having pulled their attention away from the countdown on the television ). he attempts to snuggle closer to you both afterwards, making your red headed boy kiss his cheek. you could tell that your explosive boyfriend was feeling a little left out, he’d always doubted himself in the relationship the three of you had ever since he’d found out kirishima had you; his lover back in his hometown, before college. but you’d loved kiri and couldn’t make him choose between the two people he needed most in his life, so despite the tears and drama...you’d learned to love bakugou as well.

you reach over to squeeze his hand but don’t miss the twitch of his lips into a smile while he watches the live countdown on tv.

kaminari; the blonde who sits at your feet pipes up next— cheeks red from the alcohol he nurses. “why were you hiding, doll?” he hiccups, earning himself a kick to he back from both bakugou and kirishima. “ouchies...”

“she probably wanted to get away from your annoying ass...” sero quips from across the group, where mina lazily toys with his jet black hair; causing bakugou’s roommate to snort and spew her drink in izuku’s face. as far as you were aware, the pair were living together in their apartment off campus and weren’t dating, but might as well have been. katsuki had told you sero was a coward but seeing them now made you think it was cute.

“fuck you, that’s mean!”

“ah, but kaminari my dear friend, it is true...”

a boy with dual eyes chuckles, himself and another figure join the latter male on the ground, hair ruffled and clothes clearly out of place. the girl blinks up at you with a sweet grin before turning to chat with the other girls while eiji fist bumps the male. you remember them as momo and todoroki respectively. bakugou’s roommate checks her watch quickly, a faux frown playing at her lips. “and you guys are done with fourty minutes to spare before new years , a new record...quite frankly, i’m impressed!”

it’s your turn to frown as the newbies blush and attempt to hide their faces. the rest of the group seem amused, sero and denki smirking between themselves, your boyfriends and izuku hiding embarrassed faces while the girls giggle and tease. you can’t help the next words.

“what were they doing?” you whisper innocently and mostly to yourself, unable to focus on the feeling of katsuki pressing kisses to your linked hands to avoid adding to the conversation. however; all eyes teeter over to you, making you freeze up and shuffle nervously in kirishima’s lap.

“fucking in the closet by the front door, they do it every year.” mina teases, causing your face to heat up while momo swats at the pink girl. “nasty right, yn?”

“quit it mina, you’re making her shy!”

you swallow hard and nod shakily, and swear you can almost feel the quiet groan that erupts from katsuki’s chest. “right...”

the group is clearly a little tipsy and you’re not quite drunk enough to feel eat ease with the antics of your lovers’ friends; but one thing lead to another and the topic of conversation lands on you. “maybe yn will get a little new years treat too—“ midoriya slurs somewhere off, by now he and his girlfriend alone have downed a bottle of vodka and cutely make out from time to time. and yet, your boyfriends both have different ideas, the hot headed blonde preparing to launch himself at izuku while the manly red head blushes a shade so deep it could rival his dyed hair.

“what’d you say, shitty nerd?”

it all happens way too fast and you can barely register bakugou’s sudden movement before it’s too late— his elbow jolts as he attempts to kill his best friend’s lover, resulting in eijirou’s drink being knocked clean out of his hand and all over your cute little shirt. you squeal and shudder as the cold liquid seeps right through the thin material, exposing your chest to partygoers and friends alike who cheer as the countdown locks onto thirty minutes until the new year.

kirishima jumps up right after you, shielding your exposed chest from his friends ( mostly denki ) who refuse to look away and leads you up to his room to change while bakugou barks out expletives at deku.

after all it was his fault that your cute tits were out on new years eve.

“what if she’s mad at us kiri? she was already feeling anxious about being here tonight and now—“

“she won’t bakubabe, she loves us and she’ll know it was just an accident, you were defending her honour after all...”

you choose this moment to push open the bathroom door of kirishima’s en-suite, having wiped away most of the beverage that had made your tummy sticky. luckily your skirt had survived his awful choice of rum and cola but at least you smelled nice. two sets of red eyes cast their gaze upon your form, naked apart from the cute pink bra that cups your breasts and tiny skater skirt that sits above your plush thighs.

the boys can already feel their mouths drying at the sight of you have exposed under the yellowing light of kirishima’s dorm room. your skin still shines with the reminders of alcohol as you make your way over to them on the bed, sitting between them with the aforementioned red head’s shirt in your hands.

instantly they shift closer towards you, absorbing your warmth as their fingertips graze your skin. “i told you guys i was fine, i know it was an accident.” you murmur softly, taking both of their hands into yours. “besides, i needed to get out of there for a bit, your friends are—“

“loud?” kirishima offers, kissing your knuckles.

“annoying?” this time it’s bakugou who speaks, shoving his face into your neck to hide from you, still apologetic. his soft blonde hair tickles your neck and you can’t help but giggle gently into the air. “you liked that.”

shaking your head, you pinch at his side and tug eijirou close enough for him to lean his head atop yours. “—they’re a lot, a lot to handle... i just need a little time to calm down before we head back out there.” briefly letting go of your boyfriends’ hands, you reach for the red band t-shirt sitting in your lap in order to shrug it on, but your red headed lover quickly stops you.

“i could think of a few ways to calm you down angel,” he mumbles lowly, so much so that you feel the sound ripple in kirishima’s chest but you’re too distracted by the sudden feeling of katsuki sucking gentle marks into the column of your throat. “we still have a bit of time before we hit midnight on the countdown, right bakugou?”

the hot headed boy only looks up briefly from your bruised and bitten skin, a devilish smirk crossing his lips while the boys work together to push you back onto the sheets. “damn right ei, say we got about twenty minutes to take her mind off things,” your body tingles at the way the talk about you as if you’re not even there, heat beginning to brew in the pits of your tummy. “so, keep the shirt off, won’t you baby?”

you release the offending material as if it’s burnt your palms, thighs spreading instinctively as kirishima’s hand wanders between them to smooth your soft flesh. “yes..., yes katsuki...”

“that’s not what we say, is it babe?” kiri scolds, slapping your inner thigh while bakugou leaves a trail of sloppy kisses that stop just atop your breasts.

“...i mean...yes, sir.”

“atta fuckin’ girl.”

your breath hitches at the feeling of katsuki’s finger tips wrapping around the base of your throat, his touch is delicate and compares starkly with the roughness of his skin— calloused from hard work and use of his quirk. eyes roll to the back of your head at that very thought, the idea that your lover could hurt you in the most delicious of ways using his explosive nature but you have little time to dwell on the fantasy as your other boyfriend moved to hover above your face, ruby red hair tickling at your forehead while he slots his lips against your parted ones.

kirishima’s lips are soft and bitter with the taste of rum clinging to every ridge and imperfection in the skin there so you reach up and weave your fingers through dyed locks in order to bring him closer. meanwhile, bakugou makes quick work of your laced bra— tearing it down to expose your nipples to the cool air they harden under. his hot mouth encapsulates the bud, rolling it between rows of sharp edged teeth in away that has your back arching for more. the blonde ravishes your chest teeth and tongue, while his freehand works on groping your other breast— both of the fleshy mounds being shown equal amounts of attention in different ways, making you whimper wetly against kiri’s mouth.

saliva pools on your tongue, collecting between you and your lover while his own explores the cavern of your hot mouth. the pair of you watch one another with hooded eyes as kirishima pulls away, nothing but a string on your drool connecting you. you swear that every nerve in your body lights up at once just at the sight. “katsuki, you should see yn’s little face right now,” he breathes weightily against your raw lips, hand coming up the squish your cheeks together almost painfully. “we’ve barley even touched her and she’s already looking so fucking fucked out.”

“eiji...sir, please...” you gargle at the mocking lilt to kirishima’s voice and let your hand slip from his hair to cup his wrist as he pinches at your cheeks once more.

but this time, katsuki is the one who speaks to you— vermillion eyes clouded with dark lust when he looks up at you. he’d long moved past his brutal assault on your chest, already leaving a mass of sloppy kisses and bite marks down your abdomen until now, where his head was buried right underneath your little skirt. “the fuck you begging for, slut?” the blonde sneers at you so harshly that pathetic tears begin to pool in your eyes. eijirou is quick to wipe them away before they can hit your heated cheeks but you can tell from the look on his face he’s even more turned on by the sight. “well? i asked you a question.”

“she’s crying, katsuki.”

“don’t give a fuck if she cries or not, i’ll give her a real reason to in a minute.” and katsuki bakugou always lives up to his threats, shuffling back under your skirt to press his tongue flat against your soaked panties. he groans into the material, sending vibrations straight up to your clit before he pulls the sticky material away from your heat. “god...kiri, she’s s’fuckin’ wet. here.” you writhe against the sheets, jolting as bakugou guides your partner’s free hand to your gummy cunt.

his thick digits press into your sensitive nub and gather your slick between their fingertips, both boys watch in awe and hunger as more of the viscous nectar seeps out of you at their actions. “you’re right, she’s soaked, aren’t you baby?”

you can only nod weakly before the boys pounce, kirishima sucking his fingers clean before they go right back to drawing shapes on your puffy clit. bakugou wastes no time either, pinning you down to the bed with on arm as he slides his pink tongue up you the length of your glistening slit. the two of your lovers work together to make a mess of you, between the blonde slurping at your lower lips likes it his last mean and the red head circling your pleasure button over and over— you have no room to breathe.

all you can do is take what you’re given, throwing your head back as your high pitched moans mingle with the steady beat of the music out in the hall. your pushy gushes around katsuki’s tongue as he forces it deeper into your tightness, committing each ridge to memory and dirtying his face with more of your juices. eijirou alternates the pressure of his fingers from time to time, grinning brightly every time your face twitches with need or with pleasure. your boys are so good to you, even when they’re in control of your body they always make sure you’re feeling good. getting you off, gets them off.

the waves of ecstasy are rolling off your sweat licked skin, the heat of two bodies pressed against you sending the temperature of your own off of the charts, arching perfectly every time katsuki nips at your pulsing pussy just right or eijirou pinches your clit between finger and thumb. you can’t help but leak all over the place, sure that there’s a dark patch on your innocent little skirt, but it’s worth it for the way your boys make you feel, for they tongue laps over your hard pleasure button even with fingers drawing every shape under the sun on it.

you gasp for air as the knot in your stomach twists and the fire of passion burns a brighter shade in your lower tummy, you sit right on the fence of earth shattering pleasure when both boys rip themselves away from you. “w-why’d...why’d you stop?” you wail, tears threatening to spill once more as your high slips away from your grasp.

you make an attempt to rut your hips into bakugou’s face that sits merely inches away from your sopping cunt, but he only smacks your thigh and cuts his eyes. “we’re checking the time, seeing how long we have left to make you feel good, so quit your fuckin’ cryin, okay?”

sniffling and bucking your hips into the air, you agree silently— only comforted by kirishima when he returns from his phone to cup your cheeks again, pressing kisses to your heated face. he slides his fingers that had been dirtied past your lips in a silent command to suck them clean too. “only twelve minutes left until the new year baby, can you cum, before then?” the red head coos you softly, but you don’t have the chance to respond, for bakugou latches right onto your pussy again, tongue thrusting in and out of your fluttering hole and sliding over your puffy clit.

kirishima hums against your neck while you choke and heave, his lips dancing across the base to add lovebites much harsher than your other lover between your shaky legs. your body calls for release as you tangle your fingers in a forest of blonde, causing your boyfriend to groan and hook his arms around your thighs— sucking, biting and ravishing your poor little entrance at an animalistic pace.

you jerk as the same feeling from earlier begins to unwind in your tummy, hips rolling violently against katsuki’s face. “gonna, mmmph....gonna—“

“what baby? what are you gonna do? be a good girl and tell daddy so he can help you...” eijirou coaxes the whines out of you, nosing up your bruised and bitten skin to trace over your wide parted lips. his own hand moves to join yours in your boyfriend’s hair, pushing his head further into your embarrassingly desperate cunt— lewd and wet sounds filling the air while katsuki growls at the slightly painful feeling.

“cum! gonna cum!” stars start to appear behind your eyes, splashes of colour dancing along your vision much like the people outside your room as you squeal and the knot in your stomach finally unravels with your release. the more explosive one out of your pair of lovers gulps down every drop of your sweet, honeyed release as the after shocks of your orgasm dash through your veins.

you watch with hooded eyes as bakugou leans up from between your slick thighs to share the taste of you in a kiss with kirishima, their tongues slide together in the filthy exchange, riling one another up while their hands slip under their shirts that have suddenly become to tight. stripping the offending garments, both of your boys return to you in your blissed out state, eyes wide with a carnal desire to take you again. “you did so well, naughty little thing,” bakugou hums, voice raspy as he pulls you into his chest. his caramel skin is almost too hot to the touch but it’s all you can focus on while you lose the feeling of eijirou to your left. the sound of a belt clinking further off is faint, but you pay it no heed as the blonde before you lays back with you on top of him. “‘gonna give you our cocks now, ‘kay princess? gonna cum on our cocks while we fuck you into next year...”

suddenly, you become hyper aware of the cockhead that presses against your creamy clit and gently push your hips back against it, just to hear katsuki groan. his large and worn palms settle on your waist as he grinds back to meet your sticky pussy— the feeling making both your mouths fall open in low groans. “gimme your cocks, please,” is all you can say, mind far to hazy to form a proper sentence containing any word other than please. “want it now, can’t wait,” you can barely finish your sentence, too needy to think as you press your lips against bakugou’s for the first time that night, shivering at the taste of your release against his tongue. the kiss is sloppy, going nowhere in particular as you grind against each other and wait for kiri.

speaking of the red headed devil, he leans over the two of you, grabbing your jaw delicately to steal a kiss from you as his own length presses hotly against your backside. “can’t let you two have all the fun, can i?” your boyfriend chuckles breathlessly, slowly circling his hips into your ass, you have no idea how long the boys have been hard for but they waste no more time lifting your hips to align both of their thick cocks against your entrance.

bakugou soothes small circles into your lower back as the two of them press into you, there’s a slight sting as your hole resists their intrusion— a burn that brings tears to your eyes with the attempt to double stuff you but you bite your lip and focus on the feeling of their leaking tips smearing precum along your velvet lined walls. a broken moan escapes you when they finally bottom out, thick and length girths buried balls deep inside of your throbbing heat and trapping them in.

you pulse around them as the boys wait for you to adjust, their hot breath tickling at your ears and neck. “yn,” katsuki groans, fidgeting beneath you while your nipples harden against his chest. “you’re s’fuckin tight, do we not fuck you enough? shit baby...”

“uhuh, need you ta move, ta fuck me open...please,” you slur, slumping between kirishima and bakugou— you can barely form words, mind too hazy at the thought of being so full of your boyfriends and their leaking, sloppy cocks. they love seeing you so useless between them, barley able to move except for the occasional jump in your hips to prompt them to move.

“so cute, let’s give the poor baby what she wants, yeah katsuki?”

nothing could prepare you for the sudden feeling of both your boyfriends’ thrusting into you at once. it’s a tight fit that has you jolting so far forward, bakugou has to grip your hips to keep you still while kirishima grunts into your neck, hushing his own means with every kiss he places against your skin. the red head places a weighted palm on the base of your spine, forcing your ass up into the air and setting the pace. your cunt spasms with the roughness, soaking their cocks in your honeyed nectar as they push into you, stretching your hole for all it’s worth.

the boys have had their way with you before, usually taking turns forcing their cocks down your throat and painting your tongue with the taste of salty cum or spreading your thighs wide and licking you clean— but the way they double stuff you has you losing your goddamn mind, bright red cockheads catching on every ridge of your gummy walls at every push and pull of their hips. the two aren’t doing any better than you, poor katsuki whimpers at the way you attempt to roll your hips back onto them— chest heaving as his own cock brushes against his lover’s inside of you.

the youngest of the two, eijirou can barely breathe, stuck on how your cunt flutters around them, sweaty chest moulding perfectly with your arched back and hands grabbing fistfuls of your cute fleshy ass. the room is filled with heavy pants and the scent kid your sex in he air, clear liquid seeping down from your twitching pussy onto your thighs and splashing against heir pelvises. “what a sticky fuckin’ mess, huh princess?” the ash blonde somehow manages to mock you, his hazy blood red eyes dancing with amusement as your own well up with tears and your mouth hangs open in a needy wail when when kirishima manages to plough directly into your gummy sweet spot. katsuki weakly grabs hold of your cheeks, and like earlier, forces them together while your babble nonsense about how good it feels. he taps your cheeks a few times, almost as if he’s trying to rouse you from your fucked out state and smirks with pride when all you can do is cry some more. “oh shit, ei, we’ve fucked her dumb.”

his evil laugh rings out into the electric air, mingling with the grunts of your red headed lover and the should of skin slapping on skin. it’s so wet, so dirty and you should feel nasty for how their cocks cream warmly inside of you. the hand that rests of your back ( also belonging to ejirou ) slides up to the back of your neck, tugging you upwards while he chokes you out. “yeah baby? you turning into our dumb, brainless little bitch on new years? how pathetic.” the red haired boy utters hoarsely into your ear, nipping at it with sharpened teeth. the sudden gushing from your iron hot walls gives away how you feel about his degrading words, each one going straight to your core.

you find it in you to nod, arching your back and shivering when your lovers laugh at you, demean you for how much of a stupid slut you’re being when sandwiched between them. “feel so full...want more, fuck me more eiji, harder katsu...” you trip over each of your breathless words, falling into a throaty groan that comes from deep with. you want more, need more— and they give it to you. pumping into you at an eleven faster pace than before, the clapping of balls against your ass and count filling your ears while the lively music begins to pump outside. ten boys live for his, taking you at a moment where anyone could walk in and see you stretched over their dribbling girths, the thrill drives them insane, drives you to sinful pleasures from worlds away.

“that’s our dumb little bitch, beg for more.” katsuki growls proudly, hand dropping between your entangled bodies to draw searing patterns into your clit— you’d scowl at him for activating his quirk every time his digits sparked over the puffy nub, but you were too far gone to care.

“keep rubbin one out on her bakugou— she clenches down so fucking hard when you do that.” kirishima sighs, hips beginning to stutter.

even the boys are joining you on cloud nine, eijirou tilting your head to get a good look at your face while you bounce back on their hardened lengths. bakugou and kirishima groan in unison at the sight of your lewd expression, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out of your mouth while drool and tears smear across your mascara stained cheeks. what a fucking mess you are, body flushed and skirt stained, what a fucking mess they’ve made you— a weak and pathetic baby girl who shivers and writes each time a fat cock brushes up against your g-spot. broken laments slip from between your bruised lips as the two of your lovers angle their hips just right, prodding your pleasure spot over and over— and when both boys sneak hands down to press on your tummy bulge, you almost see stars.

your nails dig deeply into the pecks of the blonde beneath you, heart jumping as he lets out a broken howl of pleasure mixed with pain. the faint sound of a count down slips in from behind the closed door and you feel as if it’s a clock ticking towards your organs. desire flares up inside of you as you push and grind against your lover’s to chase your own release. “i’m so close, so so close... gonna cum, don’t stop. please don’t stop!” you chant, screwing your eyes shut while the boys give it their all.

three. the crowd cheers from outside.

“you cum when we say so, you cum on these fat cocks, okay honey? that’s right, that’s fucking right...” bakugou snarls, his own eyes crossing with the immense pleasure he feels from your welcoming heat. you nod feverishly and seek out his hand to hold.

two. drunken shouts spill into the halls, excitement crackling in the air.

their hips stutter, kirshima barley holding on as he works all three of you towards that final hurdle, kissing your cheek softly. “oh shit baby, the way you’re clamping around us...god, you’re gonna make me lose it. you can do it, you can cum for us...”

one. happy new year!

“holy fucking shit!”

“oh, fuck...yeah, yeah...”

colours, like fireworks, burst behind your eyes in flashes as the ecstasy that’s built up within you is finally released. your juices splash against the hips of bakugou and the pelvis of kirishima, painting them with your sweetness and making their skin shine under the yellow artificial light. they follow not long after as you tremble between their bodies; two loads of thick, hot cum spray your insides and cost it white— the potent milky liquid reaching as far as your womb, yet most of it leaking out of your velvet walls.

eijirou collapses to your side on the soiled sheets, watching with awe as a mix of all of your arousals seep out of your abused hole. you squirm in the elder’s grasp as the red head’s fingers delicately scoop up some of the sticky mess and bring it to his mouth. a satisfied hum leaves his lips as he sucks bus own digits clean, blinking at both you and katsuki sleepily. “happy new year, guys, i love you.”

“yeah yeah, love you both too,” bakugou rolls his eyes but holds an arm out for the younger male to roll into, hugging you both to the blonde’s chest. despite his his gruff and harsh voice, you can still see the traces of adoration on his face. he loves you both so much and wouldn’t dare change this night for the world. “happy new year, ya horny little bastards.”

completely blissed out and too tired to scold him for sounding so mean, however, you lean forward and press a soft kiss to the younger’s nose before sneaking one to the grump in which you lie on. “i love you guys so much, you nasty boys.”

the three of stay curled up for a while after that, as the party outside bursts with hopefulness for the new year. it seems as though you’re all going to fall asleep when the door bursts open to reveal a certain tipsy group of friends.

“so this is what you guys were doing instead of celebrating the countdown with us,” mina chimes, hanging off of sero’s back as she peeks her head through the doorway. you squeal and make a dive for the blankets, hiding your naked body from the view of your lovers’ prying friends.

bakugou’s roommate huffs triumphantly while izuku, todoroki and momo fail to hold back their laughter. “told you she was gonna get laid.”

kirishima flushes red as his hair and makes an attempt to join you in hiding under the sheets while your explosive boyfriend jumps out of the bed in full naked glory, activating his quirk to threaten his friends. “i’m gonna count to three, and all of you better start fucking running before i kick your asses for bursting in on us.”

“but i thought we already had a countdown...y’know for the new year,”denki dumbly comments. “don’t be silly baku bro!” but he doesn’t have much time to dwell on his thought for your angry boyfriend is already chasing him down the hall, explosions sparking at his sides.

it’s the first day of the new year and denki kaminari is already going to die at the hands of abutt naked katsuki bakugou.

happy fucking new year indeed.

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draslihanxfahri-bailey · 1 year ago

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"Aren't they? The first time I saw them, I couldn't pick my jaw off the ground for minutes. It's incredible how something made thousands of years ago and were held by the hands of potentially so many other people could still be around. There was two thousands gods, each representing something specific, but there were nine gods that were particularly important. They were known as the Ennead, consisting of the sun god Atum; his children Shu and Tefnut; their children Geb and Nut; and their children Osiris—the god with the giant hat—, Isis, Set, and Nephthys. The Ennead sometimes includes Horus the Elder, an ancient form of the falcon god, not to be mistaken with Horus, the son of Osiris and Isis. But yes, Anubis is the jackal-headed god of funerary rites, protector of graves, and guide to the underworld. Whereas Thoth, the ibis-headed god, resided over the moon, sacred texts, mathematics, the sciences, magic, messenger and recorder of the deities, master of knowledge, and patron of scribes. Many of the gods held ties with certain animals, sometimes even sharing or having more than one animal aligned with them, but there are some who don't. Osiris, for example, is typically descripted as a man with bright green skin, whereas his wife, Isis, was a powerful and beautiful goddess with multicoloured wings."

Looking away from CJ and back to the wands, her features softened. "With Egypt's dry climate and how tightly concealed a tomb is, unable to be exposed to water, sunlight, and human interaction, artworks and artefacts can stay well-preserved for a long time. But not all of them. It's possible that these could've been highly decorated with paint and colour at some point, but lost their colour over time. It's actually an issue that the world's facing: countless monuments and artefacts starting to disintegrate due to pollution and hordes of tourists. Which, in a place like Egypt where tourism is deeply needed, makes things even harder. We luckily have a marvelous team of conservators that help ensure all of our artefacts are staying well-preserved and undamaged, which helps a lot. That and the Egyptians were masters with their crafts. They had thousands of years to hone their skills, so that does help with how items such as these wands are able to remain in great shape all this time." It was something that never failed to make her emotional. How much it touched her heart and made her want to never stop talking about. Of course, she knew that not everyone was interested or as deeply affected by such matters as her. Yet when a place, when a people, when a culture, when a history has been in her heart for as long as Egypt has, she couldn't help but to be sentimental. To wax poetic, no matter the circumstances.

However, she also needed to remember that she was giving a tour. That she was conversing with this man and getting to know him. The curator chuckled softly before asking, "Have you thought of visiting children in hospitals as Batman? It's not entirely the same thing, but it could definitely change some lives." Anything to bring a little more light in the world was a good thing. "It truly is incredible. It helps shows how much people loved each other back then and how cared they were. Even mummification is a dedicated process to ensure that the decease were well taken care of. Even now, cultures all over the world have different ways of showing how they honour and love the dead." It was one of the ways that proved how human they were, both back then and now. "Papyrus making is an incredible art! We actually have an Egyptologist who works here that also makes papyrus. His family is one of the few families in Egypt that keeps the art of papyrus making alive. I promise, he's much more of an expert than I am and should be able to answer your questions. His seminar's in fifteen minutes, if you'd like to wait. However, with scrolls, you have to make sure not to unfold it all the way to be able to read it. While you're unfolding one end, you scroll up the other. And, if the need to unfold more is needed, then the scroll can be put on a table. The journey through the Duat takes place on a boat resembling the ancient ones that use to float on the Nile. So, I suppose that if there isn't a table at hand, the person making the journey could put the scroll on the floor of the boat and unfold it that way." ||📜@cjwelford

CJ's head was spinning as she relayed all the information to him. But in a good way, eyes widening with interested as he looked at the wands, how they looked so different to his vision of a wand but also was obvious what it was. "This is sick!" He gasped out. "So like, how many gods were they? I heard of one called Anubis who has, like, a badass dog face. There's one with a beak, too, right? And another with like...a really tall hat?" He was trying to reach into the depths of his memory from when they covered Ancient Egypt in elementary school, but not much could be fished out. "How do things that old not crumble into dust?" CJ asked, finding it weird but cool to be looking at things older than this town. "Damn, that's wild, when I was a kid I wanted to be Batman," The lifeguard laughed, though he was being completely serious. "Oh, that's like, super sweet of them. It kind of reminds me something my grandpa would tell me. In old traditional funerals the deceased would be given six coins so they could cross The Sanzu-no-Kawa as they journeyed to the afterlife." It was something CJ wasn't aware he retained, but his grandfather was always the best at finding ways for his hyperactive grandson to learn and remember things. "Okay, that sounds so cool. But like, how did they make the scrolls so long? How did they function? Wouldn't the desert sand be like, super bumpy to lay it down flat?"

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#( interactions. )#( ch. cj welford. )#... pls don't look at me i'm so sorry

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bubbleteaimagines · 4 years ago

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ajskssj mam may i request a Porco Galliard x fem reader smut scenario😳😳 somethin like a drunk sxx🤧

Tequila and Whiskey

Porco Galliard Oneshot

Summary: After a night of drinking, you and Porco have a little fun making a mess in Bertholdt’s sheets

Pairings: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Drunk sex, slight Voyerism (I think I don’t really know how it works) Soft!Porco at the end cause I’m a sucker

A giggle escapes your lips as you and Porco come stumbling through the door, almost tripping as your tequila-filled bodies guide around clumsily.

Behind you, both Reiner and Peick are rolling their eyes at the state of you both— drunk and utterly chaotic as you both immediately start shouting once you’re in the confinement’s of Reiner’s apartment.

“Whose idea was it to take them drinking?” Reiner grumbles, hurriedly closing the door and flinching at your loud voice.

“I think it was Colt’s,” Peick grimaces as Porco begins to shout too. “Ironic seeing as he can’t hold his drinks, either.”

“Glad Bertholdt and Annie took care of that one,” Reiner says, “These two are bad enough as it is.”

It’s true— you and Porco don’t really drink much but then you do...let’s just say there’s a reason you both just stick with beer.

However, somewhere during the night you had broken your own rules. Maybe it was the hype of the party or maybe it was Porco’s pride getting in way, not being able to resist a dare from Zeke to drown half a bottle of whiskey.

Of course, you were no better because how could you possibly leave your poor boyfriend all by himself?

You ended up finishing half a bottle of tequila just as quickly and now your friends were stuck with consequences.

“Jesus—” Reiner winced as you talked in voices that were way too loud. “Keep it down you two! you’re gonna wake the neighbors!”

“W-We are the neighbors...dumbass,” Porco slurs weakly, slinging an arm around you. “Remember? We live...here too!”

“Yeah but in a different building,” Peick reminds him as Reiner rolls his eyes.

“Whatever,” Porco shrugs and then pulls you close, grinning into your hair. “You look...sexy tonight baby...who you dressing up for?”

He spins you around which honestly wasn’t a good idea, but you giggle absentmindedly at the compliment and snuggle up to him.

“You baby,” You wiggle your eyebrows, trying to be ‘seductive’ but you look awkward as hell. Peick stifles her laughter while it takes Reiner everything not throw up his damn self.

“Alright, alright,” Not being able to take the flirting, he separates you two. “Both of you— you need to get to bed and sleep this shit off. Bert’s gonna sleep with Annie tonight so you can take his room. Try to break anything or puke, alright?”

“Did you hear that pock?” You whisper horribly as pieck guides you both. “We’re gonna have the room to ourselves. hint, hint.”

“And no fucking!” Reiner calls out, before you’re promptly shoved in Bertholdt’s room and locked in.

Dammit.

You wiggle the doorknob but you can’t seem to open it— Peick must have locked it from the outside.

“Looks like it’s just you and me tonight baby,” Porco whispers huskily, standing behind you and pressing himself against you.

“Yeah but you heard Reiner,” You pout and turn towards him. “No fucking.”

“Fuck Reiner,” Porco scoffs, rolling his honey colored eyes before pulling you close once again. “If I wanna fuck then he’s damn sure not gonna stop me.”

“Yeah but Pock—”

“Shh,” He brings a finger to your lips to stop you. “I think I hear something!”

“What?!” You’re quick to turn left and right, searching for anything in the darkness.

Porco smirks. “It’s the sound of you calling my name in the distance,” He chuckles and you whip around to playfully hit his arm while giggling.

“Not funny!” You pout again. “I thought there was a monster or something in here!”

“I’m no monster,” Porco promises, grinding himself against your ass again, “But I am gonna make you scream.”

You can’t deny, you’re turned on just like that. It’s like a switch, and Porco knows exactly how to flip it even when you’re both drunk as shit.

“Bertl’s gonna kill us,” You whisper as Porco guides you to the bed, easing himself onto it before pulling you into his lap.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” He assures you, before leaning down to capture your lips with his.

The kiss is soft— but admittedly sloppy as both you and porco are a little off. It’s okay though, you’re soon to make it up and Porco gently lays you back on the bed and then hovers over you.

“I’m gonna have fun with you tonight,” He says, grinning.

“Don’t we always?” You grin right back, and then resume the kiss as both of you fumble with your clothing.

If you were sober you both would’ve been naked in record time. But since you weren’t it took a bit longer to rip your clothes off than Porco would like.

“Damn bra,” He curses, pulling away from the kiss to yank on the material. “Why are you so stubborn? I just wanna see her tits.”

“Just rip it off,” You encourage him, not really caring. Porco was honestly surprised — usually you begged him not to rip your clothes. And wasn’t this your favorite bra, too?

Oh well. That was something you’d have to deal with in the morning because at the moment the material was ripped in half by Porco, your panties soon following.

“Naughty girl,” He whispers as he reaches his fingers down to feel your pussy. “Already wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” You nod rapidly, not denying it. After all, you had been horny for Porco all night. It took all you had to just sit there and watch him look so good without dragging him off and letting him fuck you in the dirty bar bathroom.

“Good,” Porco smirks, his cock twitching as he realizes it’s all for him. “I’m gonna make you feel so good baby— just wait.”

His body leaves yours for a second as Porco leans back on his knees and fumbles with his own clothing. First, it’s that tight black shirt that made sure to define his biceps, then it’s the jeans that could barely contain his fat cock. And finally, off comes his boxers which has you practically drooling as his erection springs free.

“So big,” Your drunken self whines, momentarily forgetting that this is not the first time you and Porco have had sex. “How’s it gonna fit?”

“You’ll see,” Porco chuckles, and then he lowers himself again to capture your lips.

He lays behind you, his defined chest pressed against your back so you have to slightly turn your neck to meet his lips. In the meantime, porco scoots closer, no room in between you two as he drapes one of your legs over his body, exposing your pussy.

“Pock,” You pull away from the kiss and whine again at the lack of friction between your legs. His cock and his fingers are right there, and your core is begging to be assaulted by either one of them. Or both.

“Yes baby?” In the darkness, you can tell he’s smug. Even with his whisky-fogged brain he knows what he’s doing— teasing you having become second nature by now.

“I need you,” You frown, staring at him with desperate eyes. just to prove it, you wiggle your hips and Porco can feel the heat coming from your soaked core.

“Need what?” He’s not gonna let you off so easily. He wants you to beg for it.

“God— Porco,” You let out a frustrated sigh, just wanting to be stuffed already. “I want your cock, okay?! Or your fingers, doesn’t matter, but I need—”

A sudden gasp escapes your lips as porco complies with your request mid-sentence, reaching down to plung one of his fingers into your pussy.

“Jesus,” A moan leaves your lips, satisfaction flooding through your veins.

“Is this what you want?” Porco questions, even though he knows the answer.

“I...” You shake your head, “I-I need...more! please Pock!”

“God, you’re so fucking needy,” Porco scoffs, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I know,” Porco chuckles as you agree, and then he once again fulfills your wish by adding another finger and then slowly pumping them in and out of your wet cunt.

The action comes at a great relief, and in no time he has you moaning underneath him as his cock grows harder by the second.

“God Bertholdt’s gonna be so mad when I make you cum all over his sheets,” Porco chuckles a little. “Oh well.”

He figured you guys would deal with the consequences later, but right now he was focused on pleasuring you.

He added a third digit, intent on stretching you out for his cock. Not that you minded of course, your head already thrown back in pleasure as you reached over to grip his arm.

“P-Pock,” Moaning his name was as natural as breathing, and Porco loved it.

“Feels good baby?” He asks, wanting to hear your praise. You nod.

“Y-Yes! S’good,” You stutter as you feel Porco bringing you closer to the edge, your walls tightening around his fingers.

He can feel it— and he can see it in the way your eyes flutter close and how your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape.

“Cum for me baby,” He encourages, wanting you to release all over his fingers.

The demand is met in no time, Porco’s lips coming down to capture yours as you moan out and release all over his fingers. The feeling is euphoric, being overwhelmed by your orgasm and Porco’s lips has you seeing stars.

“Fuck,” Porco’s growing more needy by the second as he pulls his fingers out of you and breaks the kiss. You whine at the emptiness, trying to get yourself closer to Porco so he can finally stuff you.

“P-Please, Pock I need you,” You whimper, pawing at his arms.

“I know,” Porco’s just as eager to fill you up. He can hardly take it anymore, the site of your fluttering eye lids and your pretty little cunt soaking wet just for him makes him almost lose his cool.

Luckily, Porco has enough sense to guide his cock to your tight hole before he completely snaps. You moan as his tip just barely gazes your folds, Porco opting to tease you for a moment before slowly sinking himself inside of you.

“Fuck,” Your moans are in sync at the feeling of him filling you up. Your head is thrown back and Porco is leaving sloppy, wet kiss alongside your nape, groaning as he finally bottoms out.

“You’re so fucking tight,” He grunts, involuntarily bucking his lips. He swears- he’ll never get used to how good you take him. It was like your pussy was made just for him, sucking in his thick cock and making him never wanna leave.

“Baby,” You clumsily grip his bicep as Porco begins to move, setting up a steady rhythm and grabbing your hips for support. His tight grip is sure to leave bruises, but that’s the last thing on your mind as his thick cock pounds into you, giving it to you just how you like it.

“That’s right,” Porco is very vocal about how good you’re making him feel, even more so than usual. You suspect it’s got something to do with the shots but you enjoy his rare praises, used to him pulling your hair and calling you his little slut. “So good for me, fuck. I can’t believe this pussy is all mine!”

His trusts get deeper causing you to gasp as he begins to hit your sweet spot. You’re gripping the sheets, his arm, anything to keep your body in place at his brutal pace.

His hips are meeting yours at a bruising speed and you can feel his balls smacking against your ass. Porco’s got your legs wide open, nowhere to run as he utterly ruins your cunt.

“Pock, Pock!” You’re frantically trying to take him but he’s absolutely drilling your pussy and it’s too much- you can’t focus while he keeps assaulting your g-spot, your vision going in and out as your body shakes.

Berthold’s bed is creaking underneath your combined weight, deathly close to collapsing just like you were. You aren’t sure how much longer you can hold on but when Porco reaches down to rub at your sensitive clit you absolutely lose it.

Your hips buck, burying Porco deeper inside of you if that were even possible, and the added pleasure is just enough to bring you to your high, all thoughts leaving your mind as you clench tightly around Porco and cream all over his thick cock.

He’s holding you in place as you shutter, crying out obscenities. The way you’re absolutely wrapped up in pleasure right now is so beautiful to Porco that it fuels his own orgasm, a groan leaving his lips as he stills and shoots his cum directly into your womb.

“Fuck, baby-”

He’s panting, breathing so hard with sore muscles as he tries to support your limp body and his own. Your lips are still parted, letting out stray whimpers as Porco makes sure to fuck every bit of his seed into you. There are no stray drops by the time he’s done with you, hips coming to a still as he finally becomes satisfied at how full you are.

“Pretty girl,” He cooes, somehow having the energy to speak while you’re still a mess. Your eyes flicker over to his and he can see how glazed over they are, your orgasm having consumed all of your strength. “I told you I’d make you feel good, no?”

“Y-Yes,” It’s the only thing you managed to get out, nodding weakly as your sweaty body sticks to his, “S’good.”

“Told you,” He sounds so smug, but looks so soft at the same time you can’t tell which one he’s feeling. However, when he finally pulls out and decides to wrap you in his arms, the heat of his touch replacing the emptiness of his cock, you actually get to see his rare side.

“You feeling okay?” He asks tenderly, softly tracing the place on your hips where his hands had grabbed you a little too tight. Your skin may have been too dark to convey the bruises, or maybe it wasn’t. Either way, Porco feels guilty at the pain you’re sure to experience.

“I-I’m fine,” You look up at him and nuzzle yourself into his neck, smiling a bit at his soft demeanor. “Hardly even felt anything- too focused on cumming.”

“Right,” Porco chuckles at your statement, remembering your pleasure-filled face. “I thought you were gonna pass out for a sec, not gonna lie.”

“Felt like it,” You remark, causing him to chuckle again. And then suddenly, a small yawn leaves your lips as tiredness finally elopes you.

“Princess?” Porco looks down on you as your breathing begins to become more steady, your body relaxing against him.

“Bertholdt’s gonna kill us,” You mumbled sleepily, a ghost of a smile on your face. “I think we may have broke the bed.”

“We’ll get him a new one before he even realizes,” Porco smirks. You giggle.

“How’s that gonna work out?” You ask, but that night you never quite get an answer as you and Porco both begin to drift off, oddly dreaming you might have heard the bed creaking from right next door.

#attack on titan #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #porco galliard #porco smut #porco x reader smut #porco x reader #porco galliard imagine #porco galliard x you #porco galliard x reader #porco snk #porco aot #attack on titan smut #porco galliard smut #spicytea.txt

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writinginthesecrettrees · 3 years ago

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On Camera

a fic for @writethelifeyouwant about Sam. On camera.

I think it ended up a bit over 500 words. Sorry not sorry.

Sam looks around nervously, a final check that everything’s in place. Bed made, door locked, roommate out for the next few hours, lights adjusted the way the studio told him to. Lube and a “realistic” dildo in easy reach, and he’s wearing loose gray sweatpants and a Stanford-red hoodie.

Tripod with camera aimed at the pool of light on the bed, and he wishes he could keep his face out but the studio pays more if they can see his face, his reactions, and he’s more than a little desperate since discovering that his scholarship doesn’t cover books or meal plan and he needs cash fast. Luckily there’s a market for pretty boys in financial need, he doesn’t even need to let someone else touch him and the studio loved his jack-off video.

This’ll pay more.

Deep breath. He hits “record” and moves around to sit on the bed.

“Hey, so uh… I’m Sam, and you all liked my first vid so much, I’m making another. And it’d really help me out if you could leave a comment about what else you’d like to see from me.” He scrubs his hands on his sweatpants, laughs a little. “I’m still a bit nervous, so any encouragement you all could give would be… yeah.”

The studio told him not to worry about music or anything, they’d add some when they edited the video he’s sending them, but he can’t help wishing he could have something playing. Anything to get his mind off the camera in front of him and the blinking red light. He knows his cheeks are flushed red from embarrassment, but the studio loved that. “Ya look all innocent and shy... that gets lots of subscribers. Keep it up!”

He rubs the back of his neck, glances up at the camera, and feels himself blush harder. The problem is he’s just not in the mood, but if he doesn’t drop this tape in the mail today, he’s gonna start really falling behind on his classes. And maybe he shouldn’t, because that’s what got him into this new line of work in the first place, but he can’t break a habit of a lifetime, so he closes his eyes and thinks what would dean do.

Tries not to feel shame as he pictures Dean in his position and his dick starts to take interest immediately. He strokes it lightly, teasing through soft cotton, enough so it plumps up to tent the fabric before sliding his hands up his chest, rubbing at his nipples until they stiffen.

what would dean do

Sam opens his eyes, grins at the camera. “Think I should take it off?” He pulls the zipper of his hoodie down a couple inches, bites his lip, drags it further until the N and F are separated. That’s enough to trail his hand up between his pecs, up his throat, pushing his head back as he draws his fingers up over his chin to tease at his lips. Pretends it’s someone else’s hand (pretends it’s dean’s) as he sucks the tip of his index finger in and moans softly. He brings his free hand up to squeeze his pec, and blushes again. It’s not a tit, but he’s been touching himself the way Dean touches girls for so long he’s not sure he can get off without it.

Slowly, he pulls his finger out of his mouth, makes it pop loudly before tugging the zipper down completely and shrugging out of the sleeves. “You’ve got a great bod, kid, let us get a good look,” the studio said, so he pauses there, flexing his muscles, running his hands over his abs and gasping as he tickles his own sides. Goes back to his chest to squeeze and tweak his nipple, pinches one hard and gives it a little twist that makes him gasp. His eyelids are heavy as he looks into the camera again.

“I like when it hurts, just a little.” He barely recognizes the husky voice as he confides in the camera. In the thousands, maybe millions of faceless men who are going to watch this. Sam lets his eyes fall shut and pictures Dean standing there. “Wish you could touch me.”

what would dean do

Sam lets his hands fall, caresses his dick through his sweatpants with a groan. “Ready for more?” He falls back onto the bed, lifts his hips to slide his sweatpants off his hips, scoots back as his cock springs free of the waistband to thump against his belly. It’s hard and heavy, aching for attention but he avoids touching it. Frames it in his hands as he kicks his sweatpants off to the floor, pressing on the base with his thumbs to make it stand straight in the air. “Big, huh?” is not false bragging. He knows what average is, in real life and in porn, knows that he’s larger than most. Knows that he looks even bigger shaved bare, like the studio instructed. “Too bad it’s wasted on me.”

He pulls a leg up, raising his ass a bit higher, feels the tension in his abs as he reaches around his thigh to grab a cheek. Spreads himself wide, shows his hole to the camera. “What I really like… I like playing with this.” He braces himself on one elbow, reaches further, and rubs just the tips of two fingers over his hole, dry. His dick twitches, precum beading at the tip and smearing on his skin. Sam presses lightly, then harder, gets a finger in halfway to the first joint. A quick glance over his shoulder and he’s able to stretch his arm back to the bottle of lube on his nightstand. He flicks the lid open with his thumb and drizzles slick over his fingers and hole, hissing slightly at the chill.

The lube makes everything slippery, lets his first finger sink in completely and he’s got a second shoved in with a happy sigh before he remembers what the studio said. “Go slow, make ‘em wait for it.” He pulls his fingers halfway out, shoves them back in, starts slowly fucking himself and crooks his fingers up to hit his prostate. His dick leaks out more precum, a steady drip like a string of drool from where the head bobs in the air to his belly. His hips jerk, fucking back at his fingers and he bites his lip.

“Could come like this, but you’re here for something else, right?” Sam pants, pulling his eyes back to the camera. He doesn’t stop fingerfucking his ass, feeling the soft heat clenching around his knuckles, just adds another finger and moans at the stretch. “Betcha wanna see me take… something… a bit bigger.”

He presses his fingers tight into his hole, rubs against his prostate and moans as he reaches his other hand out, grabs the dildo standing on the stand. It’s as long as he is, thick as his wrist, and he doesn’t think about how he’d picked it for its resemblance to Dean as he brings it to his lips. The position isn’t the most comfortable, but his tests showed him that it gets his face in frame without losing his ass, lets the audience see him wrap his lips around the thick mushroom head of his dildo while his fingers continue to thrust and stretch in his hole. The chemical taste of the fake dick is familiar, hours of practice for his own sake and he’d never planned to show off on camera but it is what it is. Slowly, carefully, he pushes the dildo into his mouth, opening his throat for it, doesn’t stop until the balls are pressed against his chin and he’s gagging on the length down his throat.

When he pulls it out, it’s glistening with spit. He’s gasping for air and his eyes won’t focus. His lips feel swollen when he licks them, tries to speak and has to cough to clear his throat. “Need it now,” Sam manages to say, and he pulls his fingers out of his hole, teases around the rim with the cock. “Need you so much…”

Sam struggles to relax as he pushes the head against his hole, pushes out against it, gasps and pants and whines until it finally pops through the ring of muscle, then lays there, clenching around the shaft until the burn of toothicktoomuch subsides. He fumbles for the lube, finds the bottle in the rumpled blankets where he dropped it, drips more slick onto the dildo and pushes it in farther. His back arches as he gets the toy deeper, each fraction of an inch a struggle. It’s his first time fucking himself with anything other than fingers and he’s almost sobbing with the pleasurepain of it, tears streaming down his cheeks. “De…”

did i say that out loud?

It doesn’t matter. He’s got the whole of it inside him, filling him more than he’s ever been, and he wants more. Wants to feel weight on top of him, pressing him into the mattress, wants someone else pulling the thick shaft out and thrusting it back in, wants to feel hips pressing into his, swiveling the way he used to see Dean swivel in girls. All he’s got is his hand and a heavy chunk of silicone, so he gets a good grasp on the balls and starts thrusting and grinding the dick into him.

what would dean do

He wraps his other hand around his own cock, squeezing tight at the base, stroking himself roughly in time to the thrusts. His hips jerk back onto the dildo and forward into his fist and he throws his head back, bites back a howl and turns it into a long, low moan. It’s hard to keep a rhythm and he gives up on that, focuses on the feel of being stretched wide and stuffed, grinds back to try and get it just a little deeper, and his vision goes white as he comes harder than he ever has, spattering up his chest and he feels a few drops land on his chin before he collapses, boneless, on the bed.

Sam takes several tries to roll over, pushing himself up on his elbows and knees, but he finally gets in the studio-requested position and lets the dildo slide slowly out of his slicked-up ass, lets the camera linger on his gaping, puffy hole for a long minute before standing up with a groan, walking on shaky legs to turn off the camera. He pulls out the tape before he can chicken out, shoves it in the pre-addressed envelope and wipes himself off before getting dressed and heading out to drop the envelope in the mail, and he resolutely doesn’t think about it as he heads back to the showers to scrub himself clean.

Dean pulls the package out of the PO box and tries to pretend he’s doing this for noble reasons as he shoves $5k of pool hustling and poker cash in an envelope to mail to Stanford. Tries to pretend he’s gonna destroy the tape without watching it, tries to ignore the fact that the last tape was worn out from watching it before he finally broke it in pieces and burned it by the side of the road.

But if Sammy’s desperate enough for money that he’s willing to do this, Dean’s gonna make damn sure no one sees what’s supposed to be his. And if he does watch the videos Sam sends “the studio” a few times (a few hundred times) before getting rid of them, well… Dean figures he’s paid good money for these, and it’d be a shame to waste it.

#thefabulous500 #wincest #prewincest #pining!sam #pining!dean #🍋#very very lemon

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marauderundercover · 3 years ago

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Taking Chances Ch. 28: Summer Changes (School)

AO3

A week after the Disney movie marathon, Marinette was finally back on patrol. No thanks to her dad though. If it was up to him, she’d probably never patrol again. Luckily for her, (unluckily for him) her brothers were adamant on her coming back to the field. Which led to her current problem. Hanging upside down from a gargoyle near Wayne Enterprises.

“Ukht, what have you done?” Damian asks, and though she can’t see his face, she can tell by his voice that he’s exasperated. Join the club, she thinks, at least you’re not upside down.

“Why do you automatically think I did something?” She asks, trying desperately to turn around so that she can talk to him. It was really awkward talking to someone when you couldn’t see them but you knew they were near you.

“Because you are the one hanging upside down,” Damian says flatly. She huffs.

“It’s not like I want to be, Robin. It just kind of happened,” She says.

“And how exactly did it happen? I have never seen your yoyo betray you like that before. Not even in the videos when you were still very new.” Damian says, and she swears he’s smirking. He’s definitely laughing at her on the inside, and as much as she wants to be frustrated, she can’t. It wasn’t easy amusing her little brother (unless you were an animal) so she wasn’t about to ruin it.

“Hood made a bet relating to this exact gargoyle and I’d never been this way before and I just, I don’t know. Somehow I misjudged where my yoyo was going and next thing I know, I’m tied up and Hood is gone.” She says, sighing.

“Where did he go?” Damian asks.

“Over here so I could record the dumbass trying to untie herself.” Jason says with a snort, she manages to turn just enough so she can see him and stick her tongue out at him. He chuckles. “You’re the one who somehow tied herself up with a magic string, I’m just getting the proof so I can show Wonder Woman.” He says and Marinette’s jaw drops.

“You wouldn’t dare!” She screams, struggling against her yoyo, finally able to get the string to loosen slightly.

“Oh, I’d dare.” Jason says and Marinette just knows he has a huge smirk underneath his stupid helmet.

“But Wonder Woman is the coolest person ever and she can’t see me like this!” Marinette complains, trying not to grin when she feels the string start to move the way she needs it to. She ignores Jason’s next remark, instead focusing on the string and- yes! She free falls for a moment, laughing at her brothers’ panic before she swoops up and jerks Jason’s phone away from him.

“You little shit!” He calls after her, starting to chase her.

“You’ll get it back once I delete the videos!” She calls back, laughing as she continues swinging through Gotham, a warm feeling in her chest as she looks over the city that has quickly become her second home.

---

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” A voice screams, making Marinette jump out of bed with a yelp. She clutches her hand over her heart, glaring at her oldest brother.

“Are you trying to make sure I don’t make it past my fifteenth birthday?” She asks with a huff. Dick just grins.

“Happy birthday kiddo! I can’t believe you’re already fifteen!” He exclaims, picking her up in a giant hug. She wants to complain, ask him to let her down, but it’s nice, so instead she returns the hug the best she can. Until she glances out the window.

“Richard Grayson.” She says in a tone she usually reserves for enemies. She feels him stiffen, the hug turning into more of a restraint than a cuddle.

“Yes?” He says.

“Did you honestly wake me up, before the sun, because it’s my birthday?” She asks.

“Yes?” He says, his voice cracking slightly. She purses her lips and lets out a long sigh.

“Dad has a no killing rule.” She says, and suddenly she’s back on the ground.

“Oh would you look at the time, Mar’i needs another bedtime story loveyousomuchgottagobye.” Dick rushes out, practically sprinting out of her room. She just smiles and shakes her head. She’d learned intimidation tactics from Jason and Damian, who both claimed her size made her an easy target against bad guys. They were right, of course, so she was fine with a few extra lessons. Seems they were working. Deciding to call her Maman and Papa since she’s already awake, she frowns as it goes straight to voicemail. It would be nearly eleven in Paris, so the bakery shouldn’t be too busy. She quickly checks the Akuma Alert App to make sure she hadn’t missed anything while she slept. Nothing. So why weren’t they answering? She had assumed they would be waiting for her call since it was the first birthday she’d spent without them. Sighing, she lays back down on her bed, closing her eyes and trying to fall back asleep.

As she lays there, she frowns as a realization hits her. This was the anniversary of her birth mother’s death. Her mood instantly sours and her stomach churns. It was the first year that she could do something about it, the first year she could visit her grave. Quickly making a decision, Marinette throws on a pair of black leggings and an oversized black hoodie. Hopefully no one would spot her.

“Kaalki.” Marinette calls out quietly, not wanting to wake Tikki (who had somehow slept through Dick’s intrusion).

“Oooo, Guardian, are we sneaking out?” They ask, an amused smile on their face. Marinette frowns.

“Yes, but it’s for a good reason.” She says, and Kaalki snorts.

“Whatever the reason, I’m happy to be of assistance.” They reassure her. Marinette smiles and calls the transformation, opening a portal in the cemetery where her birth mother is buried. Her Maman had taken her once, right after telling her she was adopted. It was extremely hard to avoid being akumatized that day, and Marinette steels herself before dropping Kaalki’s transformation. Today would probably be even harder. Pulling the hood over her head to try and hide her identity, she glances around the cemetery, unsurprised to see the small place empty. Despite its small size, it was well taken care of, with beautiful trees adding shade and creating a melancholy feeling. Taking a deep breath, she walks over to the tombstone in the far corner, underneath the Willow tree. Bridgette Le. Died July 9th. Marinette barely notices the tears that start to form as she sits down, tucking her knees into her chest.

“Hi Mama. I-I’m sorry I haven’t really been by to see you much. Did you know I’ve been spending the summer with Dad? Sometimes, I wonder if you would’ve been okay with that. None of us really know why you left, why you didn’t tell him. I’m not blaming you, I just wonder if you would’ve been okay with me knowing him.” She talks, though she knows she’ll never hear a response. And she tries to pretend that fact doesn’t hurt her. “I have brothers. Four of them. They’re all great in their own ways, but they all also make me want to rip my hair out. Three of them are older, Damian’s younger than me. He kinda acts like a big brother at times though. And I have a big sister, Cass. She doesn’t say much, but she’s awesome. She’s in Hong Kong right now, so most of our conversations have been video calls. I have a niece, too.” Marinette stops, wiping furiously at her eyes. She didn't want to cry. At all. But knowing her birth mother would never be able to be part of her life, would never know any of these people like she did- it was hard.

“Guardian, please breathe.” Kaalki says, floating up to sit in front of Marinette’s face. Marinette blinks at the Kwami before listening to them. If they were worried, then Marinette was more lost in her head than she originally thought.

“And today’s my birthday. I was excited at first, and then I remembered the other thing that this day was. Remembered that it’s also the day you-” Marinette pauses, and grits her teeth. “I am so sorry, Mama. I am so sorry that I caused your death.” She chokes out, dropping her head onto her knees, trying to suppress the sobs threatening to break out of her chest.

“We need to go. Marinette, we need to go.” Kaalki urges, patting her cheek urgently. Marinette calls the transformation and falls through a portal, closing it quickly to keep the butterfly that was surely after her from following. She definitely didn’t need to test how far the victim had to be to be akumatized. The second she lands, she lets the transformation drop and the sobs break out.

“Shit Pixie.” Jason curses, and suddenly she’s wrapped in a warm hug, sobs tearing through her as she continues to apologize.

---

Jason Todd had been through a lot of weird shit. Waking up in a pool of green water after being fucking murdered by the Joker, was weird. Emotional baby sister falling through a portal into the room and sobbing? Also weird. But also heartbreaking. He grabs onto her and just holds her, desperately trying to give her some type of comfort.

“Shhhh, it’s okay Pix. I got you.” He mumbles, holding her close. Damian rushes in, sword drawn, face scrunched up when he sees them. Jason shakes his head, this wasn’t something that they could fix with a sword. He wasn’t exactly sure why his baby sister was crying so hard, but he had caught a couple of muffled apologies, so whatever it was, he didn’t think it was something that he (or Damian) could kill. Or, rather, maim, since she was against murdering people that were against her for some reason.

“Has anyone seen Mars, she’s not in her room-” Replacement starts, freezing as he walks into the room.

“Excellent situational awareness, Drake.” Damian mutters, glaring at him. Jason shoots both of them a glare, now was not the time to be fighting. Especially since the kid’s other parents were on their way to celebrate her birthday. If they showed up and she was sobbing, they’d take her home and never let them see her again. And Jason was NOT going to let that happen.

“Anyone know if M’s decided to not kill me yet?” Dick asks, walking into the room with a huge grin that falls the second he sees what’s happening. Jason resists the urge to roll his eyes. Apparently none of his brothers could read a fucking room. Instead of staying at the edge of the room like Damian and Tim, Dick walks over.

“Hey kiddo, it’s okay. We’re here.” He says softly. The kid pulls away from him, though he can tell it’s a little reluctantly, before launching herself at Dick, her sobs starting to die down. Jason lets out a short huff, running his fingers through his hair as he tries to think of what could have set her off. There were no akuma alarms, but she fell out of a portal. Which means she was out of the manor when she got upset. He watches as Dick pats her hair gently and whispers to her. God, he’s such a dad. Then again, he’s been mother henning him and their other brothers for years, so it’s not really a surprise.

“I’m sorry guys.” Marinette says suddenly, her voice small as she stays hidden in Dick’s arms.

“No need to apologize, Pixie Pop.” Jason reassures her. She finally pulls away from Dick and Jason’s heart, honest to god breaks at the broken look on her face.

“She died in childbirth, you know.” She whispers, and suddenly it makes sense. Why she was sitting there sobbing on her birthday, why she’d fallen out of a portal.

“That is not your fault.” Damian says firmly, walking over and standing face to face with Marinette, something Jason knew annoyed the girl. Damian was two years younger, but a little taller than her. She didn’t seem to mind now, though.

“But it was. If I hadn’t been born-” She starts and Jason frowns at the thought.

“The world would be a much shittier place.” He says with finality, not leaving room for her to argue. “Pix, you’re amazing, and the world would really suck without you. Never be sorry you were born.” Jason says firmly, stumbling slightly when she launches herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

“Thank you Jay.” She mumbles, and he can tell she’s crying again, but this time it’s not sobs, so he thinks it’s fine.

“Come on, let’s all watch a movie.” Repla- Tim suggests and Jason raises an eyebrow at the idea, briefly wondering what kind of movie he’d pick. They all pile on the giant sectional that Bruce had bought specifically for impromptu movie nights as Tim sticks the DVD in. Jason just snorts as the title card for “The Addams Family” comes on, settling back in the couch, ready to watch one of the greatest movies ever.

---

“Thank you again for flying us out here for her birthday.” Sabine says, smiling at him. Bruce returns the smile and nods.

“Of course, thank you for letting her spend the summer here. I know she’s appreciated the break from her classmates.” He says, his smile quickly fading at the confused look on both Sabine and Tom’s faces.

“What do you mean?” Tom asks.

“Marinette hasn’t told you?” Bruce asks, suddenly regretting bringing it up. Why hadn’t she said anything? They were her parents too. Sure, she’d made it clear they couldn’t know about Ladybug, but her class wasn’t a hero problem. They were a civilian problem.

“We knew that she wasn’t hanging out with them as often, and that she didn’t talk about her class as much as she used to. We just assumed that she was busy.” Sabine says, her face a mixture of sadness and anger.

“My apologies, I assumed she’d talked to you.” Bruce says, feeling as if he had crossed a line. Would they be mad at him, for her telling him something she hadn’t told them?

“She’s always looking out for others first,” Tom finally sighs, a tired smile on his face. “She probably thought she was saving us from being akumatized.” Bruce’ jaw clenches. Had Marinette really suffered in silence to avoid being forced to fight her parents?

“We can continue this conversation later, right now we should focus on her birthday.” Sabine says, placing a hand on Tom’s arm. He nods and Bruce makes a note to talk to the two about the possibility of her switching schools.

“She’s probably in her room.” Bruce says, leading the two towards the stairs.

“Actually, Master Bruce, the children are all in the informal sitting room. I believe they snuck down to have a movie night after Master Dick woke Miss Marinette to wish her a happy birthday.” Alfred says, Bruce watches his face and knows that’s not all, but doesn’t press. It had to be something that he couldn’t talk about in front of the Dupain Cheng’s.

“Of course they did. Thank you, Alfred. Alfred, this is Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain, Marinette’s parents. Tom, Sabine, this is Alfred Pennyworth. He’s the man who raised me.” Bruce says, smiling at him. The three exchange pleasantries and soon Bruce is leading the two to the sitting room. He pushes the door open gently, careful not to let it slam. He spots a sword on the floor near Damian and quickly grabs it, moving it away. If he was woken up suddenly, he would still panic and attempt to fight his way out.

“She looks so peaceful.” Sabine whispers, and Bruce smiles, a genuine smile, he didn’t have to fake a smile when most of his children were together and safe and happy. Or, quiet, at least. It was rare.

“I’ve found them like this several times.” Bruce admits, pulling out his phone to show the two all of the pictures he’d taken of the kids piled together sleeping. Sabine and Tom smile widely at the pictures and Bruce quickly sends them their favorites.

“B, I swear to god, I can sense you in here. Let us sleep.” Jason mumbles grumpily.

“Sorry Jason, Marinette’s parents are here so it’s time to get up.” Bruce says, amused at the way his son’s hair was attempting to defy gravity. Jason looked around sleepily, waved lazily at Sabine and Tom, and then collapsed back on the couch. Bruce sighs. “Would the two of you like to have a cup of coffee while we give them a few more minutes to sleep?” He offers.

“That would be lovely.” Sabine says, and Bruce leads the two to the kitchen, hoping Tim (who had sat straight up after Jason flopped down) would take the hint and wake up the others.

---

Marinette sighs happily as everyone sits down at the table for dinner. The day had been amazing, despite the rough start. And her Dad had even flown her Maman and Papa out to spend the day with her. They couldn’t stay for long, they had the bakery to run after all, but it was still nice to see them. Marinette glances at the end of the table where a place was set, but no one sat.

“What’s with the extra plate?” Jason asks, turning to Alfred who was sitting in the chair next to it instead of his regular seat.

“It is for Miss Le.” He says, and she can almost feel everyone freeze. Her throat tightens, but she still smiles at him with watery eyes.

“Thank you, Alfred.” She says quietly. He nods.

“You are quite welcome, Miss.” He says. She clears her throat and looks back at her Maman, noticing that her smile was also a little sad. It had been all day, but Marinette was certain it wasn’t anything to worry about. Bridgette had been close with her Maman, surely she was just mourning her today, openly for the first time in a long time.

---

Marinette groans at whoever is trying to wake her up.

“Five more minutes.” She mutters, burrowing deeper under the covers. It was summer break, why wouldn’t anyone let her sleep?

“Come on sweetheart, your Papa and I want to talk to you and Bruce.” Her Maman says, and she immediately sits up. Was she in trouble? Had her Maman figured out the whole Batman thing? Had she figured out the Ladybug thing?

“Uh, okay.” She says, sliding out of bed and stepping into slippers. She wasn’t sure how serious the conversation was, but since her Maman didn’t stop her from walking out of the room in her pajamas, she relaxed slightly. It couldn’t be that serious, right? She follows her Maman into her Dad’s study, glancing wearily at the clock in the corner. Her Maman was often too observant. Hopefully she didn’t notice anything odd about the clock. They all sit in silence for an entire minute until Marinette can’t handle it anymore.

“Am I in trouble?” She asks hesitantly, looking between her parents’ faces.

“Of course not, we just- We noticed how different you are.” Her Maman says and Marientte frowns, furrowing her eyebrows. Different? She was different?

“How?” She asks.

“You’re happier than I’ve seen you in months honey. Your smile reaches your eyes, you talk freely, you seem peaceful.” Her Maman says softly, and Marinette blinks in surprise. Had she really been so easy to read in Paris? Had her parents really been able to tell? She’d wanted to hide it from them, not let them see how everything was piling on her, crushing her. She didn’t want to worry them.

“What do you- how-” She stumbles over her words, trying to figure out where she messed up.

“We didn’t know why until we talked to Bruce.” Her Papa says and she turns to glare at her Dad, feeling a little betrayed. He holds up his hands in surrender.

“Marinette, you didn’t tell me not to tell them about your class.” He reminds her, and she huffs.

“Guess we can cross mind reader off the list of things you can do.” She mumbles, making her Papa snort.

“It wasn’t just that though. We’d seen how restrained you had become, how you never went out with friends and you stopped talking about them.” Her Maman says softly. Marinette grits her teeth, hugging herself to try and hold herself together.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” She says, her voice barely audible. That wasn’t the main reason though. She didn’t want to fight her parents, and if they knew everything going on with Lila, they’d definitely be akumatized. She couldn’t fight them. Not if she could help it.

“What would you say about transferring schools?” Her Maman asks suddenly, and Marinette jerks her head up, looking at her with wide eyes. Transfer schools? It would be great, amazing, fantastic, but- but her classmates would still come to the bakery. Still give her the same odd looks they’d been giving her since they found out that she’s a Wayne.

“What school?” She asks, because yes, that makes a difference. Chloe had transferred schools not long ago, and Marinette did not want to trade Lila for Chloe. She’d rather not deal with either of them, if she was being honest.

“Gotham Academy.” Her Maman says, and Marinette feels lucky that she wasn’t drinking anything, because she would have definitely done a spit take. Gotham Academy? As in, live in Gotham year round? What-

“Are you giving me up?” She asks, suddenly hurt. Her Maman’s eyes widen and her Papa pulls her into a giant hug.

“Of course not honey.” He says, rubbing her back gently and squeezing her lightly.

“We asked Bruce if he thought Gotham Academy would be a good school for you. He offered to let you fly home some weekends, and any of the breaks you want. Or to fly us out here if you have time off school. You don’t have to say yes, and you don’t have to make a decision right now.” Her Maman reassures her as her Papa lets her go. Marinette turns to look at her Dad, his face unreadable.

“Would you really be okay with that?” She asks, and he nods.

“We all just want you to be happy, Marinette. Wherever that may be. And we’re all willing to work together to do that.” He says and she smiles, letting out a soft sigh.

“I- I’d need to think about it a little more,” She says, running through the idea in her head. It seemed perfect, besides the whole ‘bouncing back to Paris for attacks’ thing. But she’d been doing it all summer, it had been fine so far. And maybe, maybe, Hawkmoth would even be defeated by the end of summer. No matter what, things were changing and Marinette was trying her best to keep up.

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Ethan didn't have many rules for you, but the most important one by far was to not bother him while he's streaming.

With the two of you keeping your relationship a secret there's just too much that can go wrong. He's live so if you came into the room, people could hear, rumors could start. More than anything Ethan wants to protect you so you coming into his recording room while he's streaming is completely out of the question. Normally you respected this rule without question, it was his YouTube channel after all, so he got to call the shots. More than that however, Ethan called the shots in other aspects of your life.

When it came to the sex, he called the shots in that too. But you always did what he said, and frankly, you felt like being a bad girl.

All day you've needed him, from the very second you woke up and the gentle morning sex he'd provided wasn't nearly enough to satiate you. You still felt that uncomfortable throbbing from between your thighs, and it lingered for most of the day. Any attempt you made to get his cock resulted in a soft kiss on the head and a "sorry baby I'm too busy today."

You laid back on the couch, irked to all hell. How could Ethan not see that he was depriving you? You pushed the heel of your hands into your eyes and groaned, your pussy was damp and aching and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it. Spencer sat happily at your feet chewing on a squeaky bone. At least one of you was happy.

You heard Ethan laugh from inside his recording room, he was currently streaming Among Us. You feel so frustrated you want to cry and when you glance at the clock you feel like crying all over again. It's only 1:30, and Ethan is only 20 minutes into his stream. Meaning at this rate Ethan won't be able to help you until later tonight. You whined to yourself, snaking your hand under the sleep shorts you were wearing. Your fingers found your clit and you began to rub small circles just like Ethan does. It does little to nothing to relieve the pounding in your core. Only Ethan can.

You stand from your spot on the couch to go grab a bottle of water, hoping that some cold water will help calm you down. You lean against the counter, sipping at the cold water when you remember the night before. Ethan had come home from filming with someone he doesn't know very well. The recording session was frustrating and he hadn't gotten any good footage, meaning the entire day was a giant waste of time. By the time Ethan had gotten back to the house he was beyond frustrated and the first thing he did was bend you over the kitchen counter and slam into you mercilessly. You feel a shudder run down your spine at the memory and you groan softly in annoyance. You're not going to survive the day like this.

You went upstairs and into your shared room with Ethan and sat on the edge of the bed, you're always such a good girl. You followed every rule and every command without too much complaint. And today Ethan told you to wait. His rule today was to be a good girl and wait for his cock until that night. But damnit you're so turned on right now you feel like you're going to combust into flames.

You don't want to be a good girl today. You feel like breaking the rules.

With a smirk you stand from the bed and creep down the hallway, nearing his recording room. Once you're stood outside the door you feel a rush of adrenaline rush through you, you've never broken this rule before. In all 12 months of your relationship with Ethan, you've never interrupted him while he's live streaming. You almost turn back but when you hear Ethan groan in annoyance it sends tingles down your spine and a fresh wave of arousal dampening your panties. Gritting your teeth you quietly open the door and watch as Ethan's surprised eyes flicker to you for a second.

You bite your lip and sink to the floor, luckily Ethan's desk doesn't have a back so you easily crawl underneath it.

Being careful not to bump the desk you slowly crawl in between Ethan's legs, and he instinctively spreads his legs wider for you. When he glances back down at you, you feel heat rush through your entire body at the angry look in his eyes. He raises a warning brow before turning back to the game and for a second you consider leaving, but the pulsing from between your legs stops you. You bite your lip and reach forward, carefully unbuttoning Ethan’s jeans and slowly pulling his zipper down.

Ethan tenses, his heart hammering in his chest as he does his best to act natural. This isn’t a regular video, he can’t edit anything out. This is being broadcasted live to nearly a million people. When he feels your dainty hands reaching into his jeans he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

“Ethan you okay?” Bob asks, unfortunately for Ethan they decided to play Among Us with proximity chat on. Ethan clears his throat, “yeah stubbed my toe.” He lies but he knows it doesn’t sound very convincing.

You wrap your hand around his hardening cock and you nearly moan when you finally free it from his jeans. The sight of it makes you even more wet then you were before, it’s hard and precumming. It’s beautiful. You lean forward instantly and wrap your lips around the head, sucking softly. Ethan clenches his jaw as he focuses all of his attention on the game in front of him. He keeps his eyes firmly on the screen because he knows if he looks at you it’s game over. Ethan would end the stream and have you bent over this desk in less than 30 seconds if he saw the beautiful sight happening under the desk.

You keep your lips wrapped around him as you suddenly take all of him in your mouth. Ethan gasps softly in surprise, and this is when he notices the comments on his stream.

Ethan flashes a smile to the camera, doing his best to pretend he doesn’t notice that every single comment is about him and not about the game. Embarrassment floods through Ethan’s body as he keeps his eyes on his monitor. You continue to slide him down your throat, and Ethan’s eyes briefly flutter shut. When one comment pops up, Ethan panics.

what’s wrong Ethan??? he looks like he’s in pain someone should tell the other people on the stream bc ethan does not look okay right now ethan are you okay?

Shit. Ethan continues to ignore the comments, when did his fan base become little detectives? You bob your head down the full length of his cock, taking him into your mouth fully. It’s becoming increasingly harder to keep the sounds quiet so that nobody notices. When you swallow around him Ethan groans softly, “fuck.”

does eef have a girl over?? ;) omg ethan’s totally getting sucked off rn ngl ethan looks super fucking hot

“Ethan?” This time it’s Mark. You pull off Ethan and smirk as you pump his cock with your hand. The arousal is coating your thighs at this point and you nearly moan out loud just thinking about what Ethan is going to do to you after this.

“Ethan I’m getting some pretty interesting comments on my stream about you,” Jack says with a teasing tone to his voice. Ethan remains quiet, he doesn’t trust himself to say anything casually. “Got some company Ethan?” Jack says causing a chorus of laughter to ensue afterwards while everyone waits for another round to start. “His silence is...suspicious.” Steven adds through the laughter.

Unable to focus any longer, Ethan releases a breath he’d been holding as he finally glances down at you. The sight before him stops him cold, you’re sitting on your knees with his cock in your mouth. Your breasts are spilling from the tight tank top you’re wearing and he can see the damp spot forming on the crotch of your shorts. His pupils blow wide as he quickly ends the stream and turns off the camera. The second he’s sure everything is shut off he pushes back from the desk and yanks you to your feet.

“You think that was funny?” Ethan growls when he sees the smirk on your face. In an instant Ethan has you pulled over his lap, “you think it was funny to suck my cock when I was live? I can’t cover any of that up baby.” Ethan says, his voice low as his hands find the waistband of your shorts.

“I need you.” You whined as he yanked your shorts down. Ethan hummed in satisfaction once he sees your glistening pussy. “Yes I can see that.” He hums, spreading your lips apart so he can look at you better.

“I just fucked you this morning baby girl, you couldn’t wait? I’m pretty sure I told you to wait until tonight.” He says, the dominance beginning to seep into his tone. You moaned in delight when you feel Ethan spank you hard. “I couldn’t wait Ethan, I needed you now.” You explain, with a pout on your face.

“Now all my friends know what a dirty girl you are, and now so do all my fans as well. We aren’t going to be a secret anymore baby, you just outed us.” Ethan explains, his fingertips brushing through your folds. You whine desperately as you try to grind back into his hand, but he pulls away. “It was time baby, oh my god Ethan please just fuck me please.” You plead shamelessly.

Ethan continues to rub the globes of your ass as you moan and wriggle in his lap, “hm I’m not sure you deserve it now baby. You didn’t listen to me, I’m not sure you deserve my cock anymore.” He says, a small smirk on his face when he sees the look of pure desperation cross onto your face. “No Ethan please, I’ll listen now. I-I will I promise baby!” Ethan taps on your hip, signaling you to stand. Once your stood in front of him you moan again, you’ve never seen him look sexier then he does right now.

His hair is messy and his chest his heaving, but the best part is between his legs. His cock is hard and his legs are spread wide, and the heated look Ethan is giving you makes you want to melt into the floor. “Go wait for me in our room.” Is all Ethan says, and you immediately scramble out of the room and down to hall to yours and Ethan’s bedroom. You sit on the bed and anxiously wait for him, your entire body buzzing in anticipation. When 10 agonizing minutes pass Ethan finally opens the door, his jeans still opened. “I’ve thought of a fitting punishment for you Princess.”

Ethan walks to his side of the bed before sitting down, pulling you to stand in front of him. “Since you don’t seem to like my rules, why don’t you be in charge then baby?” Your heart sinks, and you immediately shake your head.

“But I love it when you’re in control, I love following your rules.” You argue but Ethan shakes his head with a teasing smile on his face.

“I seem to have lost my authority, you don’t listen to me anymore baby. So you try being in charge, tell me what to do.” Ethan reaches forward and yanks you towards him. You fall against his chest, your lips a hairs length from him, “boss me around.” He whispers and you swallow a thick lump in your throat. You stand again, feeling anxious and unsure of what to do. Normally Ethan tells you what to do, but he just relinquished all control to you and you already hate it.

Ethan watches with knowing eyes, he knows already that you have no idea what to do. “Well? What do you want me to do baby?” Ethan asks, watching the blush crawl up your neck and tint the edges of your ears. You tremble, “um...I-” you feel your throat close as tears well in your eyes. In a second Ethan is pulling you into his arms, smoothing your hair down and pressing kisses to your head. You melt into his embrace while he mumbles loving words into your hair. “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to upset you.” Ethan whispers, pressing soft kisses to your head.

“Is that how you felt on the stream? Embarrassed?” You ask hesitantly and to your dismay, Ethan nods.

“Kinda, but it’s okay baby.” You lean up to press a kiss to his lips.

“I’ve learned my lesson, I promise. I know why you make those rules now.” You say softly and Ethan brushes hair out of your face with a small smile. “Can you be in charge again?” Instead of answering Ethan flashes you a smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Lay down baby.” In an instant the heat floods through your body again as you scramble to lay down on the bed. Ethan stands and swiftly yanks his shirt over his head, and motions for you to do the same. Sitting up you quickly pull your shirt off, watching as Ethan kicks his jeans and boxers off as well. Ethan hovers over you, and you feel his cock nudging at your entrance and in an instant you spread your legs wider for him. Ethan slides just the head of his cock into you and he stills. You wriggle your hips, “Ethan please,” You beg in a gasp.

Cupping your cheeks, Ethan turns your head to look him in the eyes. “No more bothering me while I’m live got it?” He says and you nod instantaneously. With one sharp thrust, Ethan slides the rest of the way in and both of you release a moan. Pressing his lips to yours he begins to thrust into you and you feel the heat building already. You wrap your legs around him, locking your ankles behind his back as he slowly picks up speed. Ethan pulls out, “bend over.” He gasps and you move to bend over the bed, already missing the stretch his cock provided. As soon as you’re bent over in front of him, Ethan grasps your hips and thrusts back into you.

Your face is pressed into the bed as you cry out softly, Ethan slamming into you again and again. “Fucking took my dick in your mouth in front of the entire world, you’re lucky they only saw me. If anyone else saw how beautiful you look with a cock in your mouth I think I’d lose my mind.” Ethan growls and you can only moan in response as your fists twist the sheets in your hands. You feel the coil in your abdomen winding tighter and tighter and when Ethan reaches around your body to softly pinch your clit you’re crying out and convulsing around him, leading him to his orgasm as well. You collapse against the bed and Ethan rubs a hand up and down your back before gently pulling out with a wince.

He helps you into bed and lays down next to you, pulling your bare body against his chest. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you.” You say softly, but Ethan merely presses a kiss to your lips.

“Only a little, I couldn’t be bothered too much I mean you were sucking my dick. Doesn’t get better than that.” Ethan shrugs, causing you to blush. You sit up when Ethan stands from the bed, reaching around for his clothes.

“Now if your unusually high sex drive has been fully satisfied, I have some explaining to do.” Ethan teases, causing you to giggle. With a kiss to your sweaty forehead Ethan is exiting the room, and you lay back against the bed with the widest smile stretched across your face.

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