#side walls waterproofing

[gangawaterproofing]

[spidernuggets]

stole this thought from my friend 🫶

Jason loves taking showers with you. And not only for the times when he takes the opportunity to bend you over as you lean against the wall.

But he loves the bare skin to skin contact. He loves to remember what you feel like, and he likes to remember your touch. He likes the way you trace his scars that he believes tainted his body while you smeared body wash all over him. You always scolded him that the 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash weren't as effective as advertised.

But you don't see his body as tarnished or ruined. His scars became a part of him. Just another feature that you love. He liked the way his back was turned. The suds quickly slid down the waves of his muscles. The way your index finger traced along the large, healed gash along his shoulder that stopped at where his spine was located.

He shuddered, and his heart raced when you placed a kiss on it. Like you did with every other scar.

This was your ritual.

You'd wait for him to come home to you, and when he did, he'd stench of gunpowder and iron. So you'd strip away his suit, he can finally breathe, his adrenaline dying down, and you drag him along into the shower.

In some nights where he had some extra energy, the late night showers would end with the water being lukewarm and mixed with both of your milky slicks.

But during most nights like these, he absorbs your soft affection, letting your hands roam and explore his body, loosening up the knots in his upper back, massaging his shoulders.

And when he turns back around to face you, his body towering over you as he blocks the water's path down to you, his arm reaches for your sides, hands following down the shape of your figure. His fingers smooth over the water that makes your skin glisten under the artificial light, calloused palms against your smooth hips, gently squeezing them, pulling you closer.

He rests his chapped lips against your forhead, whispering, 'I love you's as you say it back, the sounds of splashing water muffling your confessions.

You always loved showering with Jason right when he gets home. And it isn't only because you get to see him naked under 5 minutes after he comes through your fire escape. But also because you discover new features around him, sometimes in areas where you wouldn't particularly see when he's fully clothes.

There would be a new wound that you wrapped in waterproof bandages before stepping into the shower. But you'd make a mental note to give the new permanently damaged skin as much love, care and devotion as the rest of Jason's body.

You loved showering with Jason because it was an opportunity for you to appreciate him, his body, and the flaws that come with it. It was an opportunity for you to show your endless love for Jason because you know that he needs the constant reminder that someone truly loves him. And to prove the horrible voices that gnaw the back of his head, telling him that he's not good enough that they're wrong.

Because Jason is more than enough. Because you love him as much as he loves you.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Eddie hated this and he'd just started.

See, he was so proud when he made it, when he got his first office job. He saw what decades of physical labor did to Wayne's back, his hands, and he wanted to make his uncle proud. So he kept applying and applying and getting ignored and rejected and finally, finally he got a job in a pretty large corporate. Not exactly something prestigious, but hey, it had potential. The experience counted and all that.

He thought maybe workplaces would be different, that the good ol' high school dynamic would fuck off, but no. He was sitting at his desk, trying to fill in paperwork after a taxing phone call, but all he could focus on was whispering from the neighboring cubicle that was ostentatiously loud. He didn't know who sat there yet, the guy had been on vacation for the two weeks Eddie was in the company. From the stuff he was hearing, he was getting introduced anyway and not exactly the way he'd have liked to be.

"Can you believe they actually let him work here?" It was Carol, of course it was, the office gossip and mean girl knockoff. "I mean, he doesn't even look decent! Did you see that hair?" Okay, that hurt. He actually pulled his hair into a neat bun every morning, but you can't please some people. "And he has tattoos, what would our customers think if they actually met him, plus you should have heard the rumors about his past-!"

But just as he was about to slam down the pile of paperwork and either take an extended smoke break or gently ask Carol to go fuck a polar bear, he heard another voice. Bored and wonderfully bitchy.

"That's absolutely fascinating, Carol. Please tell me more, what could this guy possibly have done? It must be something juicy. Did he perhaps fuck his boss during the Christmas party and then lie about it to his boyfriend of five years? Oh wait no. That was you. Silly me."

Eddie had to bite his pencil to stay quiet, but his whole chest hurt by trying to keep the snickering in. And then the offended gasp. "I- you promised you wouldn't-!"

"I didn't promise shit, Carol. You just came to me, cried your eyes out - bad move by the way, invest in some waterproof mascara for god's sake, mascara in wrinkles doesn't good on anyone, and yes, you do have wrinkles - and tried to play the victim. Except I heard your small proposition to the guy before so it didn't really work out. But it's fine, you know," and oooh, the tone was smug, so bored, Eddie loved this guy already, "Tommy saw you as well and had a good time with Nicole to get even. So there's nothing to worry about. Now tell me, what did this horrible Eddie Munson do to summon wrath of such a righteous woman such as yourself?"

Eddie heard a sharp sound as Carol got up from the desk. "Fuck you, Steve Harrington," she spat out and sped past Eddie's seat. He just gave her a small salute.

When the sound of high heels faded, Eddie leaned over the cubicle wall and knocked to draw the guy's attention. And yeah, maybe he was a little bit biased because he'd just obliterated a textbook definition of a shrew, but this Steve was fucking gorgeous, light brown eyes looking at him, a smug smirk tugging at his lips.

"Oh hi," said Steve and offered his hand, shaking Eddie's. "Sorry for that. I'm Steve Harrington and whatever deepest, darkest secrets you're hiding, I don't care, I'm pretty sure I've heard them all. What did you do? Shave your head in school? Join a cult? Cut dolls apart and chant hail Satan?"

That had Eddie laughing again, but he still had an introduction to make. A proper one. "Nice to meet you, Steve. Eddie Munson, and I'm worse than your darkest nightmares. I sometimes wear socks in sandals."

Steve's eyebrow twitched. "Oh, Carol was right, you are a monster!" he muttered. "Speaking of monsters..." His head leaned to the side, towards Carol who was angrily carrying her coffee mug, her mascara running again.

Before he could catch himself, Eddie leaned over the wall and whispered as loudly as he could muster. "Can you believe some people wear dotted dresses with stripes on their stockings? We can't all be born with taste, I guess...tragic."

And again, maybe Eddie was just biased, but Steve's laughter was so pretty that it actually made dealing with Carol's bullshit worth it.

[minniesmutt]

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meddle about x hyunjin, plss

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     Y/n enjoyed it. It was just all fun but fun felt good, especially with Hyunjin, who knew exactly how to make her feel best. And she’d never leave him hanging either. No matter where they were. 

     Even at events. 

     “Ya know, everyone keeps asking about us,” Hymning grabbed as his head tilted back to the wall behind. Only getting a hum in response from the girl on her knees in front of him. Her mouth was busy on his cock. 

     He didn’t deny just how good his friends looked. He also didn’t deny when evasions at the after-party said they were jealous of how he got a girlfriend like her. He didn’t have the heart to correct them either. 

     He could barely even think straight when she pulled him off to an empty bathroom and pressed him against the wall. Lips devoured his before she sank onto her knees, undoing his belt and dress pants. Hyunjin was gone the moment her lips wrapped around his tip. 

     “Fuck,” he groaned, mind blank as his dick twitched inside her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down onto him. Filling her pretty mouth up with his seed. Y/n held onto his hips as she looked up at the idol with watery eyes— thankful for her waterproof mascara.

     Hyunjin pulled her back off his cock and tilted her head back, seeing her mouth full of him before she swallowed it. “Dirty girl,” he chuckled

     He helped her up off the ground and grabbed her ass, plump lips engulfing hers in a kiss. His tongue quickly found its way into her mouth. Treating the remnants of himself inside the cavern. Y/n gripped his coat as his murals wrapped around her and she leaned further into him. “Hotel,” Y/n begged as he pulled his tongue out of her throat. 

     “Yeah? Need me to fuck you just the way you like it the rest of the night? That it?” Hyunjin teased

     “Please.”

     “Please what?”

     “Please, Daddy.” 

     Hyunjin quickly fixed himself and called the car for them. Both made sure the order looked presentable before going back out. Quickly leaving the venue hand in hand and getting in the waiting car. Hyunjin played his role as an idol and waved bye to his hands that were still outside as they walked and got in the car—telling the driver to head back to the hotel. 

     Hyunjin managed to slip his hand under the slit of her dress and pressed a finger to her covered clot. Y/n looked at him, hoping the driver wouldn’t look back at them. Those thoughts didn’t last too long as he circled her clit over her panties. 

     “Soak your pants sucking me off?” Hyunjin laced over and asked, feeling the wet spot that had soaked the fabric. Y/n subtly nodded as he hooked a finger under the side of the fabric. “Take ‘em off.”

     Y/n looked at him, deducing if he was serious — he was. She subtly managed to get the fabric off her legs before placing them in his open hand. Hyunjin kissed her temple as he slipped them into his pocket before returning his finger to her aching clit. She opted to lay her head against his shoulder as he teased her the rest of the way to their hotel. Stopping his ministrations whenever she whispered to him she was close. Fully stopping once they got to the hotel. Hyunjin helped her out of the car and walked to the elevator. Y/n pressed her lips to his once the doors closed. Hyunjin happily returned the kiss and wrapped a hand around her throat. Making her moan into his mouth. “So greedy tonight.” Hyunjin smiled

     “Can you blame me?”

     “No.”

     The elevator opened to their floor and headed straight to their room. Y/n started unzipping her dress before Hyunjin even shut the door. Letting it fall to the ground before getting on the bed. Hyunjin smirked as he stepped off his suit and grabbed a condom from their luggage. 

     He stood on the side of the bed and pulled her to him. The idol rolled the rubber onto his hard cock and pushed himself into her aching cut. Y/n moaned as he filled her out. Hyunjin wrapped his hand back around her neck and started thrusting in and out of her. Y/n grabbed onto his wrists before her hands were pulled away and he instructed her to keep them above her head. 

     “Good girl,” Hyunjin smiled as she followed his instructions and used his free hand to rub her clit again. 

     Y/n gasped and clenched around him. Catching a glimpse in the hotel mirror of their position. Turning her on more and Hyunjin noticed. Teasing her and gripping her neck tighter. “Should have brought the camera. Get to see what I see every time.”

     “Hyune,” Y/n moaned

     “My baby close? Need to cum?”

     “Yes!” She managed to choke out

     “What do you say?” 

     “Please, daddy.”

     “Been good tonight. Go ahead. Cum in daddy’s cock.”

     Y/n couldn’t wait another second. Her organ ripped through her, shaking under him as he ducked her through the orgasm. Hyunjin smiled as he kept going. Fucking her as his own orgasm was approaching. Cursing under his breath and took his hands off her body. Placing them on the bed and using the momentum to thrust into her. Listening to her moan his name. Until his own dam finally broke and his cum filled the condom. 

     Hyunjin pulled out as soon as he was done.  Both took a moment to recollect themselves before Hyunjin pulled off the condom, tying up the rubber and tossing it away. “More,” Y/n said from the bed

     “Give me a few minutes then we can go again. But for now, I need to return the cache from the bathroom.” Hyunjin smiled and got onto his knees in front of her, holding her legs open and kissing her entrance. 

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⛧𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝙸𝙸⛧

⛧ Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader

⛧ Genre: slasher au/horror/fluff/angst

⛧ Summary: It's been two weeks since that fateful night your crushes revealed their killer hobby to you. You promise yourself you'll never look back but your ties to each other can't be severed so easily. Especially not when your own gruesome urges begin to creep in and an unexpected visitor gives you the perfect opportunity to set them free. Do you have it in you to resist or are you destined to return to them?

⛧ Word Count: 2.1k-ish

⛧ Warnings: horror elements, masturbation (f w/ vibrator), blood, violence (none between you 3 though. you psychos love each other too much), someone breaks into reader's house w/ short fight scene after, erotic homicidal urges, dead bodies, strong language, you become a killer bby girl, suggestive convos, everyone gets kinda sentimental, & that's all.

⛧ A/N: I'm such a spooky girl at my core (it's where my writing roots are) so it's been fun writing this dark comedy/romance and I love you forever if you're joining this quite odd ride with me.

Also thank youuu @imperfectlyperfectprincess1 and @lxsunshine for asking to be tagged! I've never really had a tag list but if anyone else wants to be, totally let me know! 🖤

💀 <<< Rewind to Tape 1 <<< 💀

Somewhere along the way your wires got crossed. You could blame it on Han and Minho for what they did but that’d be unfair wouldn’t it? What they uncovered in you—the same darkness lurking within themselves—has alway been here and it refuses to be buried again. But you try.

It’s been a long 15 minutes soaking in this bath with one leg draped over the side of the tub and your waterproof vibrator buzzing away beneath the lilac bubbles. Music plays in your headphones, ambient tunes meant to melt the tension from your body. Squeezing your eyes shut you try—you really try—to chase off intrusive visions of two sickeningly handsome psychopaths. You don’t want to remember what you saw that night but the picture’s so clear in your head that it might as well be playing out in front of you all over again.

For the few seconds that you manage to shake the thought, your vibrator feels useless. It hums against your walls with all the enjoyment of a leg that’s fallen asleep. But when the image snaps back into frame—them standing there in nearly nothing, blood dripping down their bodies—it feels heavenly. The pleasure travels through you in pulses, spreading further out the longer you indulge in your memories.

This isn’t right. You have to stop. You know you do. So do it. You can’t. Lie to yourself all you want but this is what you need. Water splashes onto the floor as your leg slips into the tub, moans dancing freely from your lips. Your heart thumps like a techno beat, battling the light music in your headphones for dominance.

The pressure in your lower belly overtakes you, dangerously close to erupting. Crashing into your high, your eyes fall open and you’re met with a face you haven’t seen in months. You open your mouth to scream but a hand is already around your throat, dragging you out of the bathtub. 

“Where’s my brother?” the man shouts, the dim lighting in the bathroom only partially concealing a face twisted with rage.

You claw at his hands, nails slicing through his skin like razors. He grunts, gripping his bloody hand, and tosses you across the floor. A framed picture crashes to the floor as you hit the wall with a thud, your ears ringing at the impact. Turning to lunge at you again, he trips on the soaking wet bath mat and falls at your feet. You latch onto the toilet, struggling to pull yourself up when you’re still covered in bubbles.

“I know you know something! So tell me!” he demands, catching you by the ankle. He uses all of his strength to drag you down but you’re too slippery to hold onto.

“I don’t know where your fucking brother is!” you scream, grabbing onto the toilet tank. Tucking your fingers under the lip of the heavy lid, you pull at it as hard as you can. 

“You’re lying! Either tell me what happened or I’ll make you, you fucking bi—”

Ding! You swing around and crack him in the head with the porcelain lid. He stares up, not particularly at you, his gaze empty. Everything goes dark for him, blood gushing down his head, and he’s down. High off of adrenaline, you toss on your robe and run for the phone at the end of the hall. Hands shaking, tears running down your cheeks, you pick it up to call the cops. But something stops you.

Instinct takes over and your fingers are already dialing the new number. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and find yourself fixated on the bloody skin under your nails. The line rings so many times that you almost think no one will answer.

“My baby!” Han cheers on the other end of the call, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. “I missed you.”

 There’s some shuffling followed by Minho’s voice, “We missed you!” 

You flick the skin from under your nails, smiling to yourself. “Hi boys,” you sniffle, knowing there’s no turning back, “I missed you too. You wouldn’t happen to be, uh, busy tonight would you?”

Minho feels like an old man who can’t get his dick up. It might actually be easier if he were. At least then there’d be a pill to fix what he’s going through. Ever since you walked out that door both he and Han have had the worst dry spell they’ve ever experienced. The only dry spell they’ve ever experienced. The last body they touched was your ex’s. They threw it, every last piece of it, somewhere no one would ever find him and left it at that. It just wasn’t fun anymore.

Detectives call what they’re going through a “cooling off” period. It’s the time between murders when a serial killer returns to their normal lives, biding their time until they can kill again. Poking his spoon around in a bowl of soggy cereal, a pouty Minho doubts that’ll happen any time soon. “I hate this!” he whines, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

Han pushes his legs away, flopping down beside him on the couch, “Get your feet off my coffee table.”

“Meh meh meh meh meh meh meh” Minho mocks, deflating when it hits him that he can hardly enjoy picking on Han anymore.

Han scooches closer to Minho, offering him a shoulder to lay his head on. Minho takes it, feeling Han’s sadness without having to see the heartbroken look on his face. No matter how much he teases him, Han’s his best friend. They’re brothers. They understand each other like no one else can and he knows how badly Han hoped you would too.

“You wanna go to the medical history museum tomorrow?” Minho asks, calling upon all of his cuteness to make Han happy.

Han doesn’t answer but exhales a “Hmm…” that signals he might be interested. 

Minho bats his eyelashes, laying it on heavy, “Come on, they have the world’s largest collection of human skulls. You know you love good head. I mean, no, wait, that didn’t…shit.” Han hangs his head, laughing so hard it makes him wheeze. “Why would you say that? Just why?”

Minho sits up, elbowing him in the side, “Fuck you. I was trying to cheer you up.”

Han throws his arms around Minho, hugging him tightly, “Stop sulking! I’ll go! Who needs a girl when you have the world’s largest collection of human skulls, ya know?”

Minho narrows his eyes, resisting the urge to fight against the hug just this once. Deep down inside, really deep, he loves it. “Exactly” he huffs, “Women are a distraction anyway. We’re better off without her.” 

Ring! Ring! Ring! The sound of the phone sucks all of the air from the room and their stomachs collectively sink. In record time they’re halfway across the room, pushing each other out of the way to check the caller ID. Your name flashes on it and Han snatches it up just as Minho’s fingers graze the buttons. 

Han answers the phone, almost too excited to contain himself, “My baby!” Minho folds his arms, quietly judging Han for being such a dork about this.

“I missed you” Han says, lower this time, his back turned to Minho.

What happened to not needing you? What happened to being better off without you? Oh, fuck it.

Minho steals the phone, blushing so hard his ears turn red, “We missed you.”

A minimum of six traffic laws were broken when the boys realized something had happened to you. Of course you couldn’t tell them the incriminating details over the phone. Luckily, hearing you cry was more than enough for them to stop everything and speed across the city to check on you. They really only cared about seeing you again but the presence of a possibly dead body doesn’t hurt.

In your second stroke of luck tonight, if you can call it that, you’re positive no one knows he’s here. There’s nothing on him to track him by. He came only with the tools he used to break in and a taser he no doubt intended to use on you. And there won’t be any fuss from your downstairs neighbor. She hasn’t been able to hear since 1982. All that’s left is the matter of what to do with him. 

Gathered in your bathroom, the three of you stand over the body carefully watching for signs of life. Han and Minho glance at each other behind your back. They’re both wondering the same thing but don’t know how to ask. They play a quick game of rock, paper, scissors. Han’s rock and he hates that for himself. Minho’s paper and he’s never been happier. Minho mouths, “Loser” and Han flips him off. 

“Baby” Han says sweetly, holding your hand, “Were you and this guy, like…”

You stare at him, happy to be holding his hand but genuinely confused, “Were we?” Reading the room, you pick up on what they mean. “No, no, no! Never! This…” you say, kicking the motionless body, “Is my ex’s shithead brother. He broke in cause he wants to know where his brother is.”

Minho shrugs, pulling the belt to your bathrobe out, “Let’s make sure they’re reunited then shall we?” He wraps the belt around each hand a few times until there’s tension in the fabric and just enough room to fit a human neck. Minho sits down on the floor, positioning the man’s head in his lap. He’s ready to tighten the belt around his neck but there’s something bugging him. “Do you guys hear that?”

You all listen closely, picking up on a nearly inaudible buzzing. Han follows the sound over to the bathtub where the bubbles have long dissolved and spots the source immediately. He rolls his sleeves up and reaches into the water, pulling out your vibrator.

“Oh my god. Give it here!” you shriek, taking it and switching it off. You toss it in the cabinet under the sink, unable to handle how much they’re obviously loving this. “So, did you come at least?” Minho asks, relaxing his hold on the belt. 

“I’m not answering that.” 

Han’s studied you enough to tell when you’re lying. “She did! Did you think about us when you did it?” 

Minho giggles, far too pleased with himself, “She did.” 

“Go to hell!” you snap, getting on your knees beside Minho. You take the belt from him, winding it around your hands the same way that he did. “Show me.”

Your boldness throws them off—this is far from what they were expecting—but they don’t hesitate to guide you. Han joins you on the other side, showing you how to hold the belt properly. Minho checks the pulse before propping the body up for you. It’s weak but it’s there. It feels natural to be doing this together, like the space between them was always meant to be one you’d inhabit.

“Thanks for coming, you guys” you say, seconds from strangling a man, “Most guys won’t even buy me flowers and you risked the electric chair for me. That’s way sweet”

“You’re worth risking the electric chair for” Han coos, kissing you on the cheek.

Minho nods in agreement, kissing you on the other cheek, “Cutie.”

Your cheeks are so warm and you can’t stop yourself from smiling. You’re basically glowing at the love being poured into you. It’s perfect enough that you regret running away from it to begin with but that won’t happen this time.

“Aah!” the man croaks, shooting back into consciousness. He tries to sit up but you use the belt to hold him down, squeezing it as hard as you can around his neck. You lock your legs around him, something they didn’t need to instruct you to do, and hang on until he goes limp. They look at you like they’re terrified of you, afraid to make any sudden movements in case you’re in the mood to come for them too. 

Han takes him by the wrist, checking his pulse, “He’s…dead. Holy shit. You killed a guy.” 

“I killed a guy?” 

“You did! Good girl” Minho applauds, breaking out into a happy dance.

You and Han join him, dancing to totally different songs in your head but celebrating together nonetheless. Han gets up from the floor, dusting himself off, “Now you’ve just gotta chop him up. Got any food in your fridge? I’m hungry.” He wanders off to the kitchen, leaving you and Minho alone in the bathroom.

Minho gets up too, kissing you on the top of the head. “I could use a midnight snack too” he yawns following Han’s lead, “Be careful with the radial artery, love. It bleeds like a bitch.” 

Pushing the body off of you, you hop up to chase after them. “Wait! You’re ditching me for snacks? I don’t have the tools for this. And what the fuck is a radial artery?” 

[bookofthegear]

You decide to keep going north, although you do keep looking behind yourself to make sure the stairweight isn’t following you. You don’t think it could get through the doorway, but you’re not entirely sure.

Another open doorway on your left leads to a small, square room with absolutely nothing in it. Three joined lines, like a square with no top bar, are chalked on the inside wall beside the door. You poke in the corners of the room but find absolutely nothing of interest.

As you continue down the corridor, another glass fish tube emerges from the right hand wall. This one is as thick around as your thigh, and holds a single immense fish, a good four feet long, with skin like leather. Fish ID is not your strong suit, but it looks almost prehistoric, with catfish whiskers and a row of points down its back. You wonder how the hell it turns around. Presumably there’s a wider spot somewhere in this strange fish hamster-tube set up? And a feeding station? Or maybe the fish are immortal. Or maybe they’re not actually real, but made of clockwork, like the bees. Waterproof clockwork. Or they’re things like the stairweight and if you let your guard down…

Stop, you tell yourself. You’re letting this place get to you.

It’s the silence, probably. Everything has been so quiet since you left the frogs behind. You start whistling to make a small brave noise against the dark. Jimmy joins in after a moment, trilling in harmony. The fish ignores you both, tail moving lazily to hold its place in the invisible current.

Past the fish, on the right side, is a door. An actual door, not a concrete doorway! It’s made of weathered wood and has a clear cut glass doorknob. The sight is so incongruous that you stop and stare at it. It’s one of the first objects you’ve seen, other than the stained mattress, that looks like someone made it, instead of it just growing out of the walls in a strange extension of the labyrinth.

About ten feet down the corridor, a flight of stairs goes down.

[melodymunson]

I Put A Spell On You- fem reader x Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham

After Chrissy and Jason have a big fight and break up at his Halloween party Steve and the reader make her forget by giving her the best sex of her life.

Steve is Tarzan, the reader is a witch and Chrissy is a vampire cheerleader. Reader met Steve at scoops and eventually, they worked together at family video and started dating.

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Jason's annual Halloween party was in full swing that night with Jason and Chrissy being vampires but her costume had a twist she was a vampire goth cheerleader. Even though everyone had graduated by now, and in college, you returned home to Hawkins for Halloween with your boyfriend Steve. It was a nice dinner before the party and you had dry ice cocktails with gummies, club sandwiches with a side of fries, and chocolate fondue. Now at the party, you were dancing to Girls Girls Girls by Motley Crue.

Some of the other guests included keg King Billy Hargrove, Eddie, Jeff, Garett, Jonathan, Argyle, Nancy, Robin, Tommy, and Carol—also some of Jason's jock friends, other cheerleaders, and of course Chrissy. There was also a DJ playing requests and spinning some vinyl. Eddie and you used to date and you loved to catch Corroded Coffin shows but even though he was your first real and serious long-term boyfriend and you lost your virginity to him- it was Steve who you fell for hard and fast. You were so in love. Eddie was still one of the best guys but you realized you were better off as friends.

There was bobbing for apples, a Halloween twister, and tons of Halloween-inspired treats/desserts, including candy corn, chocolates, cotton candy, caramel corn, and orange and black cupcakes. The punch was orange, and there was a keg of beer and some wine, vodka, and wine coolers. The house, inside and out, was decorated with a lot of Halloween decor, and everything looked so nice and spooky. Billy was dressed as a zombie slayer, Nancy was dressed as Janet Weiss, Jonathan as Brad from Rocky Horror, Argyle as Bob Marley, Robin, and Vickie with matching couple costumes of Daphne and Velma (with Robin being Velma), and Corroded Coffin as zombie rockstars.

Zombie Eddie complete with face paint and fake wounds hooked you up with the best weed for 15% off too. It was nice to be able to count on him. Eddie was the best at dealing and he gave you good discounts. Even though Jason didn't like him still he was allowed to sell some drugs as long as he gave Jason a bit of his stash.

Chrissy and Jason were outside smoking and he seemed paranoid. Next thing you knew they were fighting and he stormed off in a huff. Rushing outside to her rescue you gave her a tissue since you realized she was crying. She looked adorable in her vampire cheerleader Halloween costume complete with fake fangs that were made and designed to look like real teeth complete with fake blood. Steve was the best Tarzan that night with his beautiful chest hair on display and you were dressed up as a sexy witch in all black and fishnets (and no underwear).

"Thank you. That's nice of you but you didn't have to," she told you with a sad look. At least her mascara was waterproof. "We broke up," she added meekly.

Taking the tissue she dabbed her eyes with it. Steve was still inside but nearby looking concerned as a Def Leppard song began blaring through the sound system. Chrissy sighed heavily and leaned against the wall as you sipped red wine from a blue solo cup. Chrissy was looking forlorn but you wanted to cheer her up since she was one of your closest friends after all.

"Look I saw what happened with Jason and you don't deserve that but you can do so much better than him. It's going to be okay though. Maybe we should dance?" You suggested as you took her hand in yours squeezing it assuringly. She had the most dainty and small fingers. For the party, she had done her nails white with a red dripping blood effect whereas yours were jet black.

"Sure that would be nice. Is your boyfriend Steve going to join us?" She asks softly as she tosses the tissue aside.

"He will be I guess. He does make quite the Tarzan don't you think?"

She nodded and laughed softly. Taking your hand she walked back inside with you as Def's song Pour Some Sugar on Me was wrapping up. The next song started as you began dancing and by now Jason and his buddies were outside shooting some hoops. As you and Chrissy danced to 'Do you wanna touch me?' by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, Steve had a mischievous grin on his face.

The rest of the partygoers dancing inside still looked at you and Chrissy touching and dancing. They were mouths agape as you moved closer to Chrissy running your fingers through her strawberry-blonde hair. She was smiling her mouth close to yours before you remembered you weren't alone. Before things went any farther you whispered into her ear.

"Can we take this to a bedroom?" You asked softly.

"Sure. Invite Steve if you want," she added in a loud whisper.

The next song came on The Runaway's big hit Cherry Bomb. As Cherrie Curry's voice boomed from the loudspeaker Chrissy made her way to an empty room where you found Steve again. Going over to him you took him by the hand and several of the partygoers looked at you with interest in their eyes. Did you want to be more than friends with your good friend of so many years Chrissy Cunningham? The answer to that was yes of course.

"Chrissy wants us alone and you can come too, Steve," you whispered to him as you made your way down the hall noticing Chrissy going to Jason's room.

"Wow uh sure. Unexpected but I'm really glad."

In Jason's room, you noticed Chrissy looking out the window into the pale moonlight. Noticing you and Steve now in the room she sat down on the bed. She was so glad that she could be alone with the both of you now.

"So that was interesting seeing you and my girlfriend dancing," Steve chuckled half-jokingly.

"Oh we were just having fun silly," she teased back at him.

Joining Chrissy on the bed you held her hand admiring her beauty. She looked great as a vampire cheerleader. It was a stark contrast from the preppy and pretty cheerleader she would be at Hawkins High but that was years ago and you were all in college now. Steve pretended to be busy looking around at the stuff Jason had in his room. Luckily it looked like Jason had recently remade his bed with clean sheets.

"Steve come sit with us. Get over here big boy," you teased playfully as you patted the bed. Taking off your witch hat you placed it on Jason's nightstand.

Chrissy's pom poms were scattered on the floor as well as her shoes and yours. Steve made his way over to the bed and sat between you and Chrissy before pulling you into his lap. Chrissy longingly looked over at you in his lap yearning for some attention. She always wanted a romance like you had with Steve. Jason never really did that for her not even in the beginning but for them both being popular and head cheerleader/basketball star they seemed destined to be together (or at least people at Hawkins High thought).

As Steve peppered kisses on your neck you giggled and laced your fingers with his. Chrissy was looking at you both shyly and blushing a little. Steve noticed and smiled at her as Chrissy took a sip of her drink before placing it on the nightstand.

"You two are adorable together. Truly. I am happy for you," Chrissy commented as she played with a strand of her hair.

"Well you deserve to be just as happy as we are and you will be someday," you assured her as you reached your hand out to hold hers.

Chrissy was the best friend you could ask for and you wanted to see her happy. She was the best and coolest girl. Steve liked her too and thought your friendship with her was healthy and he was happy for you to have such a close friend.

Chrissy pouted and rolled her eyes as she squeezed your hand before saying.

"Oh, I guess so I mean I don't know. I just want a fairy tale type of love. Something nice and a relationship where we can just be ourselves. No strings attached. Someone faithful and caring," she told you with a slight shrug.

"Any guy would be lucky to have you and any guy who ever talks bad about you is a low-life loser. Guys are pathetic to ever talk trash about you Chris," Steve comforted her as he looked at her with a genuine smile on his lips.

Deciding to break the ice you chimed in.

"Steve and I have been talking about opening our relationship a bit. With someone cool, someone nice and pretty. A girl who is a good person and an even better friend," you added as you boldly lifted her cheerleader skirt revealing the cute short shorts she had on underneath.

"You mean me?" She asked nervously before gulping her cheeks turning a faint shade of light red.

"Yes. We haven't had a threesome before. Have you? I mean we have had other girls around but Steve just watched me and the girls together and got off on his own.." you admitted your gaze never leaving hers.

"Oh wow. No, I haven't. I've been in vanilla relationships. Nothing freaky and no Jason hasn't even asked for a threesome. He does have adult films on video and dirty magazines though," she confesses as her cheeks turn redder.

Steve cleared his throat as his cheeks turned dark pink. You noticed and patted his shoulder playfully. Chrissy boldly took your hand in hers squeezing it and leaned in closer breathing in your scent. Your lips practically brushed against hers as you could feel Steve kissing your neck and holding your hair back.

"Go ahead and kiss her," he encouraged.

Already you could feel Steve's erection pushing through his Tarzan costume. His chest hair felt good against your back. Clearing your throat you leaned in closer to Chrissy as she did as well closing the distance. Without another word from anyone your lips locked with hers and you had an intense and passionate kiss with her red lipstick and your black lipstick rubbing off on each other's lips. You cupped her cheek and kissed her deeper as you felt butterflies in your stomach from the kissing you were doing with her. The way she tasted was incredible and she probably thought the same thing about you or so you thought as she smiled against the kiss.

Soon your kissing with her turned into hot and heavy making out as Steve kissed your shoulder and caressed your breasts causing you to groan. Chrissy sighed happily against your lips as Steve played with your bra strap wanting to remove it. Chrissy broke the kiss now breathless to say

"Amazing. Could I kiss Steve?" She asked sounding shy but you could tell she was yearning for this.

You nodded as Steve's lips met your neck again as he looked at Chrissy. She leaned in close to him and their lips soon met. Steve hummed against her lips as she locked lips with him and they kissed softly and sweetly. He was having the best time and you could tell she genuinely was as well as they continued to kiss for a bit.

"She a good kisser baby and cute vampire cheerleader. Maybe we should get undressed," he suggested once their kiss broke.

Removing your witch hat you tossed it aside and then removed your dress before Steve helped you with your bra. Once that was all out of the way you were down to your fishnets. Steve groped and grabbed your ass squeezing it and kneading it with his hands before giving it a good hard and firm slap causing you to cry out in pleasure. As this was happening Chrissy was watching still having all her clothes on except her shoes and socks. Steve ripped your tights open to expose your pussy on full display and licked his lips.

"Help her out with that baby," you suggested to Steve as he tweaked your nipples and caressed them.

"You can help me with that Stevie. And Y/N you have a beautiful figure," Chris told you with another blush.

Steve in no time had her cheerleading top removed and then her skirt followed by her bra. She was wearing white silk panties with a lacy trim. She was beautiful but it wasn't as if you were expecting anything less of her. You wanted to kiss her again and explore her body with your mouth and hands. You wanted to make love to her and Steve having your bodies satiate and satisfy each other.

"Thank you, Chrissy. I love your costume but I love it even better without you in it," you told her sincerely as she undressed you with her eyes.

Steve watched hard as a rock resisting the urge to touch himself-especially since he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Shit Chrissy!" Steve cried out as began to kiss and suck your nipples first the left one then the right.

"Mm yeah do that babe," you urged her wanting to feel her mouth, teeth, lips, and tongue all over your body, especially your chest.

Steve looked so sexy with his pink swollen cock leaking precum. You wanted to suck him off so badly with Chrissy. Right now your focus on Chrissy was just as much as she was focusing on you. Tugging strands of her hair you let her nibble and suck on your hardened nipples. She groped your breasts and squeezed them giving them equal attention.

"Fuck Chrissy that feels nice. Let me take care of you now."

She reluctantly stopped pleasing your breasts for the moment as she licked up your body and met your lips in a deep kiss letting Steve get a good view. You did the same for her in return sucking and nibbling, biting, pleasing her nipples and breasts like you knew you liked it. Hopefully, she would enjoy it too. It was erotic and orgasmic.

"Mm so good Y/N," Chrissy cooed only further encouraging you.

Even though Steve was watching you were so into Chrissy at the moment it almost didn't matter to you. Steve couldn't resist and removed his skirt then underwear and began to stroke himself as he panted and threw his head back.

"You like this huh Chris?" You teased as you squeezed her nipples and groped them which she seemed to enjoy.

"I love it," she assured you eyes locked with yours. Chrissy was so into it further excited you and Steve too.

Noticing Steve stroking himself you got an idea. Meeting Chrissy's lips in a kiss you squeezed her ass. As you move down her body you remove her panties with your teeth you had a good view of her pussy.

"Fuck so hot baby!" Steve encouraged as he rubbed his cock faster. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Mm, let's join Steve on the bed I want to suck his cock don't you?"

She nodded and bit her lip.

"Y-yes please," she stammered as she looked at you with a glint in her eyes.

Putting your witch hat back on before going over to the bed you smiled as you began to stroke Steve's cock and stared at his happy trail. Chrissy was next to you and cradling his balls as he looked like he was feeling pure bliss. Taking him into your mouth you pumped his shaft and sucked the head.

"Fuck baby yea do that!" Steve encouraged as he leaned back and tugged your hair.

Chrissy licked his balls as she looked at you sucking his cock. You wanted to make your man feel so good and had Steve right where you wanted him. He tasted so good and was so thick and veiny with the perfect girth.

"Fuck so good! My little witch!" Steve proclaimed as he let you use your beautiful mouth on him. He loved your blowjobs.

Using spit as lube you rubbed it over his shaft before taking him as deep as you could go practically choking as Chrissy looked at you seemingly impressed.

"She's so good at that," Chrissy mused as you spit and slobbered all over his cock.

"She sure is. Fuck!" Steve bellowed as he threw his head back and thrust his hips as he bit his lips enough to draw blood.

Chrissy loved watching him as you pleased him and as he held your hair back she placed kisses on your back and squeezed your ass and the material of your black fishnets. Popping off Steve's cock you offered her a taste.

"Your turn Chris," you cooed as you let her have a turn.

Steve was in pure bliss as he felt Chrissy's wet and warm mouth envelop his cock doing her best to take him as completely as she could. The part of his shaft she couldn't fit into her mouth she stroked as you cradled his balls and kissed him.

"Mm fuck baby her mouth is like heaven," he mumbled against your lips before kissing you deeply with his tongue.

You were so fully and completely in love with him and watching your man with another woman especially one as beautiful as Chrissy was quite the sight to see.

"That's right, Chrissy gag on it," you encouraged as she ravaged his cock licking and sucking and choking on it too.

"Gonna cum soon!" Steve protested as Chrissy worked her mouth so perfectly.

You squeezed Steve's balls feeling how full of cum they were now. He was close there was no doubt about that. You wanted him to feel good and chase his high but then get hard again soon after.

"Cum for us Stevie. Cum all over my chest," you urged him as he pulled out of her mouth and stroked himself.

You got down on your knees smirking up at him and letting him jerk himself off as Chrissy watched with pure fascination. She was enamoured by the sight of this wanting more than anything to see him cum.

Steve was soon panting and gasping with his head thrown back and his hands moving through strands of his beautiful brown locks. As his warm cum coated your chest, he groped your breasts and squeezed them while also pinching your nipples. He loved the sight and caught his breath once he finished cumming. Eagerly you licked it up and sucked your fingers clean of his delicious cum.

Chrissy came over to kiss you and said "That was so hot."

"You ladies should play with each other while I get hard again. Wanna fuck you both. Sound good?" Steve asked with lust in his eyes and seduction in his voice.

Chrissy and you nodded and he smiled in satisfaction. Sitting in a nearby chair he began to stroke himself as you and Chrissy got on the bed. Kissing down her body you began to spread her legs and spread her pussy lips. Inserting a finger you took notice of how tight she was.

Deciding you wanted to try something new and for the first time, you eagerly began to rub your pussy against hers and kissed her deeply and messily. Steve was panting hard as he stroked and watched.

"Fuck yeah, just like that!" Chrissy moaned against your lips.

"Oh fuck! Shit!" Steve cried out.

Looking at Steve you smiled as you continued to deeply kiss Chrissy your tongues tangling and exploring as you rubbed your firm nipples against her perky ones. She tasted so good. The sounds of your pussies squelching as they rubbed against each other were otherworldly.

"Mm so wet you feel so g-good!" She stammered as Chrissy moved faster barely able to control herself.

Steve was soon at full hardness again and got up walking over to the two of you. Locking eyes with Steve as he laid down on the other side of the bed still watching the show you gave Chrissy another kiss before moving off the top of her.

"I want Steve to fuck me first while I eat that pretty pussy Chris," you told her sounding sure of yourself.

She nodded at your request and stayed on her back spreading her legs as Steve came up behind you and teased his firm and erect cock at your entrance. Slowly and gently he was pushing at your entrance with the tip and holding your hips firmly.

"Ready for me baby?"

"Yes, King Steve."

Steve sunk into your pussy and kneaded your ass. He loved how wet you were as your pussy fully enveloped his cock. He loved how he could always get cock drunk on you. As he began to pound away you fingered Chris with two fingers and the kitten licked her pussy. Her thighs squeezed your head gently as she screamed in orgasmic pleasure.

"Oh fuck baby fuck yes!" She cried out in ecstasy. She was so in love with your tongue.

As your eyes stared into hers she tugged your hair and Steve pounded harder jack hammering you. You loved it though and it was so addicting. He was all you needed and craved besides Chrissy's pussy.

"Fuck yes, Steve fuck!" You cried for him begging for more.

"So pretty devouring that pussy. Eat that pussy and suck that clit! Let daddy watch," he demanded as he smacked your ass causing you to cry more for him.

Your cries came out muffled as you ate her pretty pink clit and devoured her. Steve grabbed your purse taking out rope he knew you kept in it and began to tie your hands up. The wails escaping your mouth didn't faze him any as he made sure the ropes were tight. Holding your head down a bit forcefully he pushed your face further into her pussy.

"Fuck yes eat that clit! Fuck me with your mouth! Yes!" Chrissy moaned so loud it made you gasp in shock.

Steve didn't let up on pulling your hair and holding your head down as he fucked you raw getting lost in the moment. Steve's hip thrusts were a bit erratic and his groans were otherworldly especially combined with Chrissy's pretty gasps and loud moans echoing off the walls. Her hands went to her breasts tweaking her nipples as she thrust her hips into your mouth feeling her orgasm approaching.

Even though you couldn't speak with your mouth full of pussy your muffled cries could still be heard. You were practically wearing her pussy as a muzzle and Steve's angry red tip would no doubt soon be leaking with precum as he hardened inside you and fucked you senseless as if it were the last time he might ever fuck you.

"Mmm, that's a girl eat that pussy you fucking slut!" He admonished with a firm slap to your ass making your cries louder before smacking your ass again and ripping your tights a bit more in the process.

Less than minutes later and without warning he began to pull your head back by tugging on your hair and met your lips in a tongue-tangling and intense kiss. Your pussy felt so stimulated and you were close to cumming but not quite there yet. Your cunt clenched around nothing as Steve eased out of you.

"Sit on Chrissy's face. I want to see just how tight the Queen of Hawkins is," he declared as he guided you over to the pillows and spread Chrissy's legs.

"Mmm yes fuck me, Steve!" She begged as Chrissy licked and bit her lips in anticipation.

Steve went right to work eagerly lining up at her entrance and sliding inside slowly giving her time to adjust. Meanwhile, you were straddling her face and facing Steve. Lowering yourself down she gripped your hips holding them tightly. With your hands still behind your back, Steve leaned in closer to kiss you as he began to steadily fuck Chrissy.

Her pussy was so wet and warm and clenched around his cock so tightly. Chrissy's mewls and gasps only grew in crescendo as Steve pounded into her and grabbed her breasts as you kissed him and whimpered as loudly as you could against his lips.

"Fuck yeah! Fuck her pussy!" You cry out as you ride her face faster and harder about to chase your high.

"Mm make my girl cum, Chrissy," he urged her wanting you to feel good too.

Steve kissed you intensely as your fingers found her clit and rubbed circles on it in tandem with the thrusts he made inside her.

"Mmm yes," she mumbled around your pussy as she applied pressure with her fingers and sucked even biting your pussy lips gently earning yelps of praise from you.

As he moved inside her Steve threw his head back in extreme pleasure. Having his cock buried deep inside to the hilt of Hawkins High head cheerleader was pure bliss for him. Nothing though compared to your pussy it was like heaven to him but fucking her was pretty close to it he soon realized.

"Cum for me, Y/N," Steve pleaded as you screamed in ecstasy signaling you were so close now to your release.

"Yes, Steve gonna cream on her face!" You cried out hysterically.

Steve picked his pace up which made Chrissy cry out louder making the prettiest sounds against your pink pussy. She seemingly loved it and she was devouring your cunt like it was the best thing she ever tasted. As you smothered her with your face she got a good grip on your hips.

"Mm, baby how about you suck my cock and taste her juices?" Steve suggested before pulling out of her slowly.

"Yes please sir," you responded which led to Steve gripping you by your hair and pulling you down so you could get close to his cock.

Pushing you down onto his cock you opened your mouth and sucked loving the taste. Steve went back to fucking her as you ate her pussy at the same rhythm and speed she was eating yours. Chrissy's muffled sounds of pleasure were beautiful as you groaned against her pretty clit.

"Suck it again slut! Now! No questions asked!" he bellowed as he pulled out and shoved his cock down your throat.

He pushed his cock deep down until you gagged and choked spitting all over it and slobbering. You began to cry out as you got close to riding out your high. Steve could always tell by the way you looked at him with your eyes when you were about to cum and how you looked.

"Get on your back and spread those legs again baby I'm gonna make you cum," he instructed.

Grabbing your witch hat on the edge of the bed nearby he placed it atop your head earning a giggle from you. Reluctantly getting off Chrissy's face you lay next to her on your hands and knees kissing her with your tongue thoroughly enjoying it as you tasted yourself and Steve watched.

"Mm so good. Now Im gonna alternate between you both until I make you ladies cum. Sound good? How are you doing Chris?" He coaxed gently sounding concerned.

Chrissy licked her lips and teeth including her faux vampire fangs and smiled wickedly with a glint in her eyes.

"I'm good Steve. Your girlfriend tastes amazing."

Steve leaned in kissing her to taste for himself. He loved your scent and your taste. He got off on it and it was like a high to him. Positioning himself at your entrance once again he bottomed out inside as you hugged his cock gripping it like a vise and a glove.

"Fuck! This is my pussy. Wanna see you touch each other. Come on get creative," he commanded with a firm smack to your ass.

Chrissy's hand went down to your entrance and she inserted two dainty and slick fingers rubbing your clit and whining. Your hands went to her breasts pinching and squeezing them as well as her nipples while Steve pumped away hitting your g-spot.

"Fuck Steve yes gonna cum soon fuck!"

"That's right slut! Fuck her clit and stimulate it!" He bellowed as he cockily ran his fingers through his beautiful locks of brown hair and his cock twitched inside you.

"She looks so pretty with your cock inside her Steve," Chrissy Sultry commented as Steve began to fuck you harder pistoning his hips quickly.

Chrissy continued to caress your breasts as you felt your orgasm washing over you and you cried out his name.

"Steve Im cumming all over your cock!" You whined as your hat fell off from how hard the bed was shaking from him fucking you.

"Mm, that's right cream all over my cock. Gonna give it to Chrissy real good."

Steve pulled out of you and wasted no time licking you up and cleaning you up earning squeals and sounds of pleasure escaping from your lips as Chrissy mewled. Her cunt clenched as she watched him eat and lick your pussy clean.

"Mm, Steve need you to make me cum!" She pleaded wanting to get his cock again and feeling overstimulated.

"Let me watch you fuck her til she cums," you begged as Steve stopped licking your clit and leaned in to kiss you as he slapped your breasts.

With tongues tangling you moaned against each other's mouths. Hearing Steve moan was the sexiest thing and once the kiss broke you kissed Chrissy letting her taste your cum.

"Alright, Chris time to finish you off and cum for you ladies."

Steve lined up at her entrance once again and gave her no time to adjust as he bottomed out and began fucking her at a steady pace rocking the bed hard once again and wanting to chase his high.

"Fuck Steve pound me with that big cock! Jason would never do it this good," she praised him as a cocky grin formed on Steve's lips.

As he split her open on his dick, Chrissy's breasts bounced and you sucked her nipples as one of your fingers moved to her clit adding extra pleasure and causing her to whine and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Fuck no he couldn't. Just need to be fucked senseless by my big cock is that right baby?" Steve chided her as he gave her firm ass a good squeeze.

You kissed her as Steve pumped in and out of her wet entrance his hands firmly gripping her hips for good measure. He loved the way her pussy looked as he fucked her tight hole. Moving down her body you began to flick her clit with your tongue emitting the prettiest cries from her red lips smeared with lipstick. You could tell she was begging for her release.

"Fuck Steve gonna cum all over your dick! The biggest one I've seen," she squealed earning some slaps to her ass and your tongue even deeper in her pussy.

Her taste was insatiable and Steve couldn't wait to get a good taste of it too. His balls were heavy with cum and ached as he was about to chase his high. He was mere moments away from it now.

"Fuck yeah gonna cream my cock like my slutty girlfriend did huh?" Steve teased her as you squeezed his balls feeling how heavy and full of cum they were now.

Chrissy yelped and screamed her cries echoing off the walls. The way you were finger fucking her combined with the way Steve was ferally claiming her pussy and fucking her senseless, she was going to cum so hard and good. It would be insatiable.

"Oh fuck I think Im gonna squirt!" Sounding so sure of herself as her walls clenched his cock as tight as ever and she found her release.

"Mm yes squirt all over his cock," you encouraged her right before you sealed her lips with a kiss and fingered her harder in her special place.

Chrissy began to cum so hard and even squirt for the first time and you watched as Steve took it.

"Fuck yes, that's our girl!" He praised her as she pulled you in for a deep kiss nearing overstimulation now.

Steve pulled out of her and sighed as he stroked his cock. He went right to cleaning her up then shared a French kiss with you. Stroking his cock he began to edge himself. Chrissy got on her knees and worked on licking his cock clean as you played with his balls and sucked them into your mouth.

"Mm make me cum sluts wanna cum all over those pretty breasts and in your mouths," Steve ordered knowing he would be getting exactly what he wanted.

Switching positions you began to deep-throat him and let him face fuck you as Chrissy paid attention to his balls by groping and squeezing them.

"Yeah take it fucking whore!" He chided you as he pulled your hair back and fucked your face senselessly wanting to cum and about ready to go over the edge.

His cock was so big and kept making you choke and gag but you took Steve's pretty cock as best you could. You loved being his fuck toy to use and abuse as he pleased.

"So good seeing you suck your boyfriend like that. So deep," Chrissy praised you before Steve pulled out your mouth and shoved his cock down her throat making her sputter and gasp.

Steve wanted to give you both all his cum to share and he wanted to watch it all with delight. Chrissy hollowed out her cheeks and opened her mouth wide as he used her throat as a fuck hole. It made you incredibly turned on especially seeing the bulge in her throat from his cock.

"Fuck! Gonna cum!" He protested as he rolled to the back of his head, his pace and thrusts became erratic, and he pulled out of her mouth soon cumming all over her chest then yours, and into your mouth's last.

Licking your lips and looking at him you savored his taste. Chrissy did as well daring to swallow which Steve of course noticed.

"Did I say you could swallow? Lick her chest and then spit it into her mouth!" He firmly commanded before slapping her cheek.

"Yes sir I will."

Leaning down she began to suck your left breast and paid particular attention to your nipple before her mouth latched onto your other nipple. You whimpered as she did this still not swallowing. Chrissy licked up your chest and neck and spit all of the cum into your open mouth. You licked your lips savoring every drop of it.

"My good little whore let me see all that cum."

You did as he asked and opened your mouth wide.

"Good. Now spit into Chrissy's mouth."

She opened her mouth wide letting you give her a taste of it. Swishing it in her mouth she waited for Steve's next instruction.

"Now spit it back into her mouth but not all of it."

She nodded and you opened your mouth taking all she had to give.

"Now both of you swallow and kiss."

You did with pure joy as Chrissy did the same as she was instructed to do. As you shared a cum-filled French kiss with Chrissy, Steve watched in pure delight before pulling each of you in for a kiss.

"Fucking whores. I love it."

When you were done making a mess of Jason's bed and after relaxing and coming down from your highs, Steve got up and redressed.

"Well see you ladies again soon right?" He asked as you watched his cute little ass get his Tarzan skirt back on.

"Of course," Chrissy told him cheerfully before blowing him a kiss.

You just lay there and talked with Chrissy and kissed some more before getting dressed again. Picking up the video camera a glint formed in her eyes from her brilliant idea.

"We should make sure Jason finds out about this. Make a video telling him what we did," Chrissy craftily told you.

"Perfect idea. He would be so mad but he so deserves it!"

Long story short, he found out what Chrissy did with you and Steve. Needless to say, he was pissed. From then on and at every party afterward (never again at Jason's but especially at Steve's place) you all hooked up and had the best and hottest time together. The only hotter threesome hotter than with Steve and Chrissy was with Steve, Chrissy, and Eddie in a foursome but that's a story for another time…

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Serving your master- Simon "Ghost" Riley NSFW

This is based on a request:

Ok but.. as I read the title to the latest fic “Starving” I thought it said “Serving.” Can you imagine? Poor little sub reader doing whatever our sweet Lieutenant wants. He wants to use your throat? Yes sir. He wants a nice home cooked meal? Yes sir. He wants to bend you over the table to go chasing after his own pleasure? Yes sir.

F!Reader, smut, 18+, MDNI, Sub!reader, Dom!Ghost, housewife!reader, manhandling, (all topics done/said are consensual), masochism,

A/N: voted to be posted first 2/3 votes...so here ya go

A while ago, Simon and you started this new and exciting part of your sexual life. You two started things slowly, first it was him commanding you to kiss him, then slowly undress, this all started off with simple requests. Your needs were no longer his priority...well at times they weren't. If you let another man think you were single, you'd have to get on your knees, ready for his mercy. He takes his wedding ring off and slaps you across the face, each time a little harder, his little toy has been letting other men see her? yeah, he will not have any of that.

It has been months since you two started this Sub and Dom relationship, you both enjoyed it, it was the time when you can have your wildest fantasies made, be treated poorly by him but still be loved. How you loved when he took control, never letting you think for yourself. And how he loved when he'd watch you cry from pain, begging to be hurt more and how easily he complied.

-- A collar on your neck, "Crawl to bed, like the good girl you are." his voice rough and low. You nod, skirt lifting up every now and then when you'd move, his hand prints from minutes ago on your bare ass. You were always at home, so he only allowed you to wear revealing clothes. If you cooked or cleaned, it'd be only when he told you to do so. --

"Make me food, my little toy" his voice soft. He never knew you were into this, letting him be more than a Dom, over doing your role as his wife and his favourite little toy. You were in the kitchen, a somewhat tight skirt on you, hickeys on your legs as you made him lunch. He leaned against the wall, a smirk on him as he watched you make him lunch. -- "Fuckin' listen to me," another slap to your face, "been such a naughty little thing," and another slap. You plead, begging to be touched, but all he does is tie you up whilst you cry. Legs shaking from the quickie you two had in the coffee shop. The car ride back home he made you give him head, thats the reason why your lipstick is smudged and why your mascara was proof enough you have to buy waterproof when with him. -- "She'll have the pasta carbonara," he looked at the waiter and dismissed him. "I actually wanted the-" he gave you a stern look. "never think for yourself, I do that now." was a sentence he had mentioned when you two made the rules for this side of the marriage. He wasn't so controlling, only when he knew you'd be looking at him, pleading him to control you, happened every other day though. -- One night, you had to use your safe word, he had been manhandling you. Tossing you on the bed, slapping and spitting on you. "Fuckin' tight." his hips slammed against your bare ass. The pain was always easy to take and so were his words. You both are masochists, always getting off on the pleasure the wax, life on your skin brought you both. How he would lick the small trails of blood that the knife would bring. But that night he pushed it too hard. He drags orgasms over and over, but you were too sensitive, feeling a little sick and his constant ass slaps weren't helping. "Starfish." you softly say as tears run down. He immediately pulls out, unties you and carries you upstairs and into bed. The entire time he kept apologising.

"I'm sorry, love." he cuddled to you, your back to him. He leaned over and wipes the tears off. "...it hurt a little more than the other times.." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away that much.." -- Days when he came back after being gone for months and his missions wouldn't go right, he'd fuck his anger out on you. You'd go and pick him up, as always in your tight shirt and short skirt, he would get in the driver seat, you back to being his passenger princess. He would finger you, lick his fingers and park at some empty place. Take you to the backseat and start to undress you. You weren't aloud to speak, just watch as he undressed you. His fingers in you, his other free hand pressing your stomach, making you scream his name. Eyes shut as he kept finger fucking you. Your wet cunt leaking on his fingers, he would every now and then make you taste yourself. His spit on your thighs, your cheeks red from his slaps, your freshly changed nipple piercings digging a little into your skin, causing that masochist in you to be pleased. -- When you would ride it, he made sure to have your leash at his fist, just in case. Your hands on his neck, choking him lightly, dragging moans and various orgasms from him. He'd slap your face every now and then. He'd pull the leash when he'd tell you to behave, "shut it, I don't need your moans right now." But you didn't listen, you chased your own pleasure. He pulled more, choking you a little, turning you on even more. "I said shut it," a slap to your bare and sensitive tits. Cum leaking from the bouncing, he easily came four times. -- A/N: Not much of a full story...but snippets of your life as his whore...I mean sub :) Better thank me for feeding you, ya nasty whores😝

[gangawaterproofing]

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[topazy]

Teen spirit

Pairing: Carl Grimes × reader, Maggie Greene × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Chapter: 6.05

Leaning against the window in Carl’s bedroom, you stare up at the night sky and count the stars. You know Carl is watching you across the hall from the other room as he rocks Judith to sleep, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him because he would see the tears in your eyes.

Your fingers gently touch the delicate cross hanging around your neck. Maggie, Rick, and the others had returned and were currently having a meeting in the house next door. Your sister had briefly returned from visiting another community called Hilltop; she negotiated with their leader, Gregory, and somehow ended up agreeing to take out another community called The Saviours, which was run by a very dangerous man, Negan.

You hated it.

You hated everything about it.

Sneaking into other communities and killing people who hadn’t done anything to your group isn’t who you are. Daryl and Rick tried to reassure you this was the only way, but it just didn’t seem right.

You sense a presence behind you; “they were only meant to trade for food. Not to become hired hitmen.”

Carl doesn’t say anything. You wonder if he’s feeling just as confused and scared, especially since his dad was leading the group that would be leaving in a few hours.

“What if something goes wrong and they don’t come back? Or the Saviour’s retaliate and come here? Who’s going to defend this place? Me, you, Judith?”

He chuckles at the last part, “She’d be a better aim than some of the people in Alexandra.”

“Is Judith asleep?”

“Yeah.”

You spin round and aren’t surprised to see how close he’s standing behind you. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you smash your lips against Carl’s. He seems slightly stunned at first, then kisses you back.

When your lips eventually part, Carl pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead, “I won’t let anything happen to you or Judy, I promise.”

—

You weren’t exactly sure what happened when most of your group went to go hunt the saviors, but none of them had come back the same.

“Heard you’re going on a supply run.”

You don’t reply.

“Still giving me the cold shoulder?”

You glare at Abraham, “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

The redhead frowns, “Since when did you become a little shit? Got something you want to get off your chest? Now is the time.”

Sitting on the front porch, you continue lacing up your boots, finding it hard to look at him. You liked Abraham, which is why hearing him being so horrible to someone so kind was shocking. “I overheard you breaking up with Rosita; she didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that.”

Before Abraham can respond, Eugene calls him over, and you get up and go to go meet Denise just as she’s walking out of the medical clinic. Denise had managed to convince Rosita and Daryl to take her on a supply run not far from your community to go get medical supplies.

“Hey, you ready?”

“Yeah, are you sure Maggie is fine with this? I don’t want her chasing me with a large wooden spoon when we get back.”

“Trust me, she’s fine with it.”

At first your sister was hesitant, but she trusted Daryl to keep you safe. Besides, Glenn agreed keeping you locked behind a large wall wouldn’t do you any good in the long run. If you forgot what it was like to be on the other side, you’d become sloppy when it came to killing walkers.

—

You mentally curse yourself for not wearing a waterproof jacket. As soon as you got out of the truck, the heavy rainfall started. A tree had fallen on the road blocking it, so the four of you walked along train tracks until you reached the small outlet mall.

The buildings look abandoned; the windows had been paneled up with wood and had bloody handprints covering them.

Daryl knocks on the door to see if anything moves inside. When he doesn’t hear anything, he hands you one of his guns. “The two of you stay back while we check it out.”

The shop smells a mixture of dampness and death. While you look for anything that seems useful, Daryl and Rosita stock up on medication from the store's pharmacy.

Denise shines her torch over at a door. “What’s that?”

You stop moving and listen to a thudding sound. “It’s just one of them,” Daryl says. “Sounds like it’s stuck.”

You resume looking around and out a few bars of soap and shampoo into your backpack. You turn to ask Denise if she wants to bring some back, but she’s gone. “Where…” you notice the door the knocking sound was coming from is open and go after her, “Denise?”

Your stomach sinks the moment you see a baby’s crib that has mould growing on it. Turning the corner, you see Denise standing over a rotten-looking walker. The man must have broken his leg before the apocalypse, and the clumpy white cast on his leg is why he stayed in the one location. You pull the blade from your belt and stab the walker in the head. “We need to go.”

Denise shines her torch over the wall, and the word ‘hush’ is written all over it in red pen. “Come on,” you try to pull her back. “This is like being a freakin’ horror; we need to go.”

Ignoring you, she shines the torch further down till it lands on a sink that’s almost overflowing; it takes you a few seconds to realize what’s inside it. Denise runs out of the room and straight into a counter, knocking broken glass off it. You run out behind her and vomit just as you reach the doorway.

Denise leaves the store. Rosita comes over and rubs your back while you continue to throw up, “What the hell are you doing?”

You point down the doorway, “Don’t go in there.”

“Why what’s back there?” Daryl asks, alarmed.

You vomit again, thinking of the sink overflowing with blood and sludge. You wipe tears away from the corners of your eyes. “There’s a dead kid in the sink. Can’t be much older than Judith.”

—

The sun shines again as you walk back to the truck, drying in the dampness of your clothing. The walk back was mainly in silence, aside from the occasional small talk.

Hearing a commotion from behind, you look back and see Denise struggling to fight off a walker. You had been so caught up on your thoughts that you didn’t even notice she was gone. Daryl and Rosita rush over to help, but by the time they reach her, she’s killed the walker.

You keep watching as Daryl and Denise start to argue; you were paranoid their raised voices would attract the dead.

“Who gives a shit? You could’ve died killing those saviors, both of you, but you didn’t. You wanna live; you take chances. That’s how it works. That’s what I did.”

“For a couple of damn sodas?” Daryl asks, sounding unimpressed.

“Nope,” she picks up a can of soda and walks by them. “Just this one.”

You hand back to walk with Daryl on the train tracks as Rosita catches up with Denise. “Are you seriously that stupid?”

“Are you?” Denise stops walking and stands in front of her. “I mean it. Are you? Do you have any clue what that was to me or what this whole thing is to me? See, I have training in this shit. I’m not making it up as I go along, like with the ditches and the surgery and the...” she trails off and looks directly at Daryl. “I asked you to come with me because you’re brave like my brother, and sometimes you actually make me feel safe. And, shut Y/n, you’re just a kid and more fearless than me. The way you followed me into that room and took out that walker? I wouldn’t have been able to do that. Rosita, I wanted you here because you’re alone. Probably for the first time in your life. And because you’re stronger than you think.”

You’re taken aback; this supply run meant far more to Denise than you realized.

“And because you’re stronger than you think you are, which gives me hope that maybe I can be, too.”

You look over Denise’s shoulder while she continues to talk; you can see movements in the trees on the opposite side of the tracks. “I think—”

An arrow goes through Denise’s eye. Daryl shoves you behind him and raises his gun as a group of at least ten men appear.

“Drop your weapons now!”

A man with dirty blonde hair and a large burn mark on his face drags Eugene over and forces him onto his knees. You notice the man has Daryl’s crossbow.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” You hiss when a man starts patting you down for weapons.

“The little one is awfully feisty,” the man laughs. “I’m Dwight; what’s your name?”

“Hey,” Rosita snaps. “You don’t talk to her, ever.”

Dwight finds her reaction amusing, “Fine. So, what’s your name?”

“Rosita. What do you want?”

“Well, Rosita… It’s not what I want. It’s what you and Daryl and the kid are going to do. You’re going to let us into your little complex. It looks like it’s just beautiful there. And there you’re going to let us take whatever and whoever we want.” He pats Eugene, who looks terrified on the shoulder. “Then we will blow Eugene's brains out then yours.”

You think Maggie, Carl, Judith, Glenn—all the people you wouldn’t get to see again. All the people you’d most likely die trying to protect. You just hope it’s worth it.

“If you wanna kill someone, you start with our companion.” Eugene looks over at metal barrels that were nearby. “He’s hiding over there behind the oil barrels. He’s a first-class a-hole, and he deserves it so much more than us four.”

You step back, waiting to see if anything happens. Abraham had left your community with Eugene, and although he was an asshole you didn’t want him to die. Daryl suitably signals for you to get ready to get down.

Eugene suddenly lunges forward and bites Dwight’s dick through his jeans, and Abraham comes from the opposite direction and starts firing at the men.

You take cover behind a car and start firing at the men. You scream, feeling a sudden sharp pain in your side, and fall backwards. You had been so preoccupied by shooting the walkers that you had been attracted by the noise you didn’t notice the man coming up behind you. The bastard had stabbed you. When you start shouting at him, he quickly runs away.

Dwight falls to the ground and yells for the remaining men to fall back, but they still continue to fire as they run away.

Rosita notices what’s happened and rushes over, ducking to avoid stray bullets. She takes her belt off and puts it around your stomach, pulling it tightly. “Y/N and Eugene are hurt!”

The pain is so intense your vision starts to blur and your eyes become heavy. The last thing you remember is Daryl scooping you into his arms while Abraham and Rosita help Eugene.

[serosblunt]

If u can, could u do showering with dekusquad?

I sure can my lovely, thank you so much for the request! I don’t write much for the Dekusquad so hopefully I don’t disappoint you x

DekuSquad: Showering with Them (Pt. 1)

DekuSquad x (Gender-neutral) reader

Characters: Midoriya and Todoroki

Warnings: Mentions of nudity and hints at spicer scenes, mental health struggles; insecurity and depression are very lightly touched on.

Description: Same as my Bakusquad showering thoughts, just with Dekusquad! Part two will feature Iida, Uraraka and Tsuyu :)

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Izuku believes that relationships are first and fore-mostly built on respect, and this extends to every aspect of your lives together.

Even before you were dating, his level of respect for you knew no bounds, to the point that you had to finally make the first move and ask HIM out.

He was too worried that asking you out would somehow demean the relationship or you.

In the bathroom, and bedroom for that matter, Midoriya clearly displays this inhuman level of courtesy.

Even if the door is open, eagerly inviting him in, he always ensures he knocks before entering the room. Once he does make it into your shared ensuite, if you’re nude or in the process of undressing, he refuses to let his eyes drift from yours without express permission.

You’d honestly be amazed by the amount of self-control he possess, considering Izuku’s reckless tendencies.

As a child, Inko used to always put your green haired lover in the bathtub to wash up. This was a habit he carried through to his adult life, favouring the warm embrace of the water surrounding him from all sides.

But Izuku’s hero career took a toll on him. And as he still learnt to get a handle on his quirk, your boyfriend coming home with a cast was not an uncommon sight.

Trying to navigate waterproof coverings for the plaster, and often being left to wash himself one handed, usually forced you both into the shower.

He saw how carefully you handled him when he was like that. Despite the event becoming less and less common the stronger he became, he couldn’t help but to feel guilty every time you sighed a long breath you thought he couldn’t hear.

In Izuku’s eyes, you were at your most natural state in the bathroom, both mentally and physically. He saw your walls come down as you let the spray of your shower embrace you, washing away some of your worry and his guilt.

Hearing the soft hum of the falling water became quite meditative to him. He would often sit in the next room and listen to you singing softly, healing yourself.

Izuku was your hero, he would always have your back, but he also knew there were some things he had to let you do yourself.

Midoriya didn’t really have a skincare routine, at least for his face. He was too busy trying to torture himself into being the next All Might to have a five step routine. But his wounds and injuries did regularly need tending to with any number of creams, ointments and bandages.

Perhaps out of remorse, or more likely another way to demonstrate his undying affection for you, your boyfriend would often slather you in these same products for even the tiniest of injuries you received.

A paper cut?! Oh no! He has to find the antibacterial wash, healing balm and themed bandaids immediately!

He acts like you could lose a finger, but it’s okay. Good thing you think his concern is adorable.

It would be safe to say that your ensuite was the heart of your home- it kept beating, kept repeating the same pattern, and kept you both running for each other.

He was there for you to lean on and curl into to forget the world entirely. And you were there for him to collapse into, allowing him to remember his safe haven was still a safe place.

Shoto strives to show you all five love languages each day, he could never be convinced that you don’t deserve the best of everything the world has to offer.

But try as he might, his love of gift giving quite often exceeds the other languages by some distance.

Although Shoto rejects his father, his money does come in handy when it comes to buying you all the expensive self-care products you add to your wish list, often accompanied by a longing sigh.

Little do you know.

What can he say? He loves to spoil you.

When it came to his own skincare routine, the young Todoroki was already quite rigid about this process before he met you. He had trialled product after product for years on end to aid the prolonged effects of his scar.

He had even toyed with the idea of cosmetic surgery at one point. Ultimately, you managed to convince him that his scar was something to display- a mark of his family’s impact on him, no matter how he may feel about them.

Similarly, you were very secure in the knowledge that if your boyfriend wanted your advice on the subject, he would absolutely ask for it. But in the meantime, you left him to his accumulated mix of products, knowing that if nothing else, it helped him come to terms with himself and the way things were.

Long-term Shoto chose to nurture the mark on his face, rather than to try and rid himself of it.

Now, you…

Shoto adores you entirely, with every fibre of his being. And in his mind, there is no better opportunity to worship you than in the bathroom.

He can’t help but to admire how far you’ve come and how comfortable you’ve grown to be in your skin- a journey you’ve both being on parallel to each other.

He glances around the room itself, inspired by how you’ve created the perfect sanctuary in a slice of the home you had both carved out for yourselves.

If you were ever confronted with this information, he knew you would adamantly deny it. Though he saw the growth.

He worships your beauty and the marks of your struggles and courage. He marvels at your history, his history, all bared out on your skin like a map back to the heart of the person he loved most.

Todoroki could admit that his ‘words of affirmation’ had been lacking lately. Perhaps he would present you with a bunch of your favourite flowers, and those words he so desperately wanted you to hear, carefully concealed in an envelope.

He would lead you to the shower, as was custom most nights. He would then gently kiss his reassurances and praise into every inch of your skin before he bundled you up in his arms, letting the world fade away as you became entangled beneath the mist.

In those moments, Shoto knew the meaning of heaven on earth.

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[bitchwholikesshitposting]

Wheatley is an awkward finger guns bisexual mess of a man and you can't convince me otherwise

He gets no bitches. He is fucking atrocious at dates. My man arrives late, makes like 50 bad puns and then forgets his wallet so he just dives out the window and runs for it hoping that the cops don't get called. He then proceeds to fall over into a trash can and you have to pull him out but oops the restaurant owner is after you so you have to climb into a tree and he gets sticks in his hair and gets distracted by a fucking bug and then you go to jail but it's okay he has a brilliant plan to get out he's gonna punch the fucking crack in the cell wall until you escape. Which actually somehow works because you know robot metal hands are stronger then they look but it takes like a week and the prison guards keep checking in so in a panic he jumps over to you away from the crack to not cause suspicion and ends up crashing right into you which makes the guards angry at you because "no roughhousing" but hey you're out now. And he immediately sets off an alarm which in HIS defense yeah he saw the camera but like the red light wasn't blinking like it does in among us so how was he supposed to bloody know it was on and then you have to break into a cop's car and he says he's gonna "hack" it but he actually just knocks a guy out and steals his keys and then proceeds to break like 50 buttons trying to get directions from the car and now you're being chased by the police and he starts throwing like the donut box in the car at the other cars and at some point throws the entire ass car door but falls out himself and then you have to get out to get his ass up and hide in a grocery store and get in the vents but he's talking the whole time which is very echoey in there so now there's cops trying to get in the vents so you pull a three raccoons in a trench coat trick to walk out which SOMEHOW works and you proceed to drive off of a cliff because wheatley doesn't know how to drive but like luckily he's waterproof so he manages to drag you out after which he's pooped and he like buries himself in sand and curls up like a cat to sleep and then you carry him away and the next thing you know you're on an airplane to the other side of the fucking world to assume new identities and he's like "uhhhh same time tommorrow?"

Edit:

Well fuck why would you tell me that.

Now I have to make the most unhinged x reader fic known to man. Thanks a lot /j

[ceriisetheflower]

Self Care (M)

omega!renjun

wc: 4.8k

synopsis: renjun decides to take on his first heat the best way he knows how, as luxuriously as possible.

cw: smut...a lot of it. in immense detail. sex toys, pornography, multiple orgasms, unrealistic amounts of cum, stomach bulge, male squirting/watersports (depending on what you consider squirt to be lmao), overstimulation, cum eating, dildo sucking, mentions of fictional heat related illnesses, america-centric world building, a bitch with no friends attempting friendly dialogue.

a/n: well here it is! first full fic. believe it or not this was meant to be no longer than 1k, then i realized i get kinda pissed when fics don't include enough context for elements in the fic so i'd be a hypocrite if i didn't paint a likely unnecessarily vivid picture. feedback is much appreciated!

we love u very dearly junnie B💛

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The sound of the dryer finishing its freshly washed load of delicates interrupted his fifth run through of his checklist. “Ok, let’s see….lube? Check. Waterproof blankets? Check. Three hour long Alpha on Alpha porn playlist? Check.” Renjun finally sighed with relief. It’s not everyday he obsesses over the amount of lube he has in his arsenal (he restocks his eight oz bottle of sliquid sassy every eight weeks on the dot), but it’s a special occasion. The special occasion.

He rebukes the term “late-bloomer”, despite the average age for an omega’s first heat occurring around eighteen. Renjun has always justified his lack of mating cycles with his ever present practicality. “You were absolutely ridiculous for a week straight until your heat broke.” He recalls to Donghyuck during their semi-regularly scheduled facetime catch-up they’ve adopted post grad school.

“I had so much going on freshman year, it would’ve made no sense for me to have to deal with a heat. Twenty-four is a way better age anyways, my prefrontal cortex is like eighty-five percent done, I can actually handle my brain being scrambled eggs for five days”. He says passively, ignoring the unimpressed look coming from the boy on the other side of the phone.

He unfortunately remembers the horrors of hearing Donghyuck’s first heat through their paper mache dorm room walls when they were eighteen, and the next heat three months later, and the next eighteen heats he endured as Donghyuck’s roommate. He’s convinced the boy has had enough heats for the both of them, especially considering Renjun was held solely responsible for ensuring his dear friend didn’t die of hunger or dehydration through them. It's a thankless job, but someone had to do it.

“Right, so I guess twenty-four is also the age where you’re finally gonna finish growing huh? Prime time to finally reach big boy height.” Donghyuck quips back, taking a break from grading assignments to goad the blonde boy giving him a deadpan stare through the phone.

“Bitch you’re literally 5’6 1/2 what are you talking about?” Renjun retorts, “it’s no way you’re calling me short when you just complained about how you cant find shoe lifts in canada.” Donghyuck widens his eyes in shock. “Talking about shoe lifts when you just begged me to ask Doyoung if he could hem those jeans 6 inches shorter is crazy work Renjun.” 

They continue their childlike bickering over their similarly petite frames for an unreasonable amount of time, before Donghyuck remembers the real reason for today’s meeting. “Ok but seriously, how are you feeling about this whole thing? I know it’s kinda a lot at once, be honest with me?” Donghyuck starts. He woke up two days ago to Renjun’s frenzied calls, knowing his friend was well aware that waking hours for him in Atlanta were still Donghyuck’s “dead to the world” hours in Vancouver, he was for certain there was an actual emergency.

Renjun had woken up with a pounding headache, abdominal cramps, and the unsettlingly wet mouth feel that comes right before vomiting. He knew what that meant, but refused to actually confront what was happening until Donghyuck got a look at him and convinced him to go to the omega urgent care. Donghyuck sat on the phone with him while he waited for the doctor, cheered as Renjun got the confirmation he was in pre-heat (much to Renjun’s dismay), and helped him pick the best painkillers to aid his cramps and headache. It was the best he could do from another country, fighting the urge to book a flight to go support his best friend in what’s easily the most important event in an omega's life. His husband only barely managed to convince him it was unnecessary and that they could just send him a nice care package in the mail on expedited shipping, Mark was always the level headed one in the relationship.

Renjun sighed before he could answer. “To keep it one-hundred percent real with you, I’m terrified. Like am I gonna be okay? What if I fuck up somehow and I end up never being able to have kids or something insane? Anything could happen?” Renjun said, ever the worrywort and full of trepidation about new experiences. Donghyuck scoffed, rolling his eyes at the catastrophization of the world’s most natural activity. “Friend, how could you possibly fuck up jerking off? You’ve had a solid twelve years of experience for this, relax!” Renjun shut his eyes and huffed in annoyance, “Obviously that’s not what I’m worried about idiot. I’m worried that I won’t be able to actually satisfy myself through the whole thing, and you know what happens if I can’t be fully satisfied.” Donghyuck sighs in acknowledgement.

Continuous Heating Syndrome, colloquially known as a heat frenzy, is a rare but unfortunate side effect of a heat that goes unsatiated. Nonstop migraines, vomiting, loss of motor function, seizures, or shit...even worse. Donghyuck has heard horror stories of omegas having perfectly normal heats that turn into three week stints at the hospital after they couldn’t break. Scary shit. Rare for all omegas, but increasingly likely for an unmated omega without consistent access to a knot, a category which Renjun unfortunately falls into. “Look at it this way” Donghyuck starts, “It’s not like you have no options at all. You don’t necessarily have to do this alone.” Renjun grimaces. He knows exactly where Donghyuck is going with this, and he’s not even remotely here for it.

 “I’m not calling the heat hotline.” Renjun was scared, not desperate. He had no reason to hire a random Alpha who needed extra money to come fuck him for five days straight, he could figure something else out for sure. “Oh girl please!” Donghyuck exclaims, “That’s literally exactly what you need right now! They’re super strict about testing so you won’t have to worry about that, plus it’s covered by your insurance? What is the issue?” Renjun rolls his eyes, ‘The issue is that you think i’m supposed to just randomly fuck the first alpha who doesn’t look like he snuck on the planet just to stop myself from going into a coma, I have options bitch!” 

Donghyuck scoffs, “Sure you do. Is now the time when Jen and Jae finally jump through the screen of their newest edging scene to keep you company through your heat? Porn only takes you so far, friend.” Renjun hates that Donghyuck knows him well enough to know he’s been anxiously scouring his favorite alpha pornstars’ onlyfans to find some semblance of relief through his rapidly approaching week of agony. “I have toys! So many toys! I don’t need an alpha at all, I have like six different vibrating cocks to choose from” Renjun grumbled. He was a fully self sufficient twenty-four year old omega who doesn’t need an alpha! Or so he continues to force himself to believe.

“If you’re gonna be stubborn about it, the least you can do is be safe.” Donghyuck says, his worried expression softening the defensive stance Renjun has adopted. “You do have someone nearby right? Just in case you need someone to check in on you in person?” “Of course, Yangyang and Chenle are in the building down the street, if I need a restock on anything or if I start overheating and dying I can call them.” Renjun replies, in an attempt to calm his friend from his concerns. “You’re not gonna die girl. Especially since I found the perfect thing to help you out!” Donghyuck beams, giving Renjun his signature “I’ve done something I know you won’t like but I’m smart enough to know it’s what you need" look.

“Is it a dick? Don’t buy me a dick Hyuck I swear to god.” Renjun says, “Is that what you’ve been doing this whole time? Dick shopping instead of feeling sorry for me? I can't believe this.” “If it makes you feel better it’s not a dick, you have so many other ones another would be excessive, even for me. You’re gonna love it though! All those fears of heat frenzy are gonna go right out the window!” Renjun eyes the brunette through the screen suspiciously, Donghyuck’s odd enthusiasm has been the catalyst to multiple cautionary tales Renjun is saving for his grandkids. Now might be the worst time to let his guard down. “I swear to god, if it’s something weird i’m sending it back and getting a restraining order.” Donghyuck giggles in nefarious delight, “It’ll be at your doorstep in two days!” Renjun groans in horror.

Renjun is shaken from his daydream riddled with Donghyuck’s alarming cackles by the sound of the doorbell being rang for the fourth time. “Oh! Coming, coming, so sorry!” He yells out, rushing to the front door to see his instacart delivery driver struggling to hold Renjun’s last minute groceries. The poor guy takes a deep breath and tries not to look nearly as phased as he is by Renjun’s sweet bergamot scent. “I-I wasn’t able to find the caramel pecan cookies, so I got you an extra box of kitchen sink cookies, I hope that’s ok?” The man stutters, clearly fighting the urge to comment on what smells like the sweetest omega he’d ever met. “Oh no worries! Thank you so much, they always go out of stock pretty quick.” Renjun replies, now increasingly aware of the alpha’s growing nervousness and intensified teakwood scent.

He hurries to grab the groceries from the boy and set them on his kitchen counter. “Here you go!” Renjun says, handing over his nice ten percent tip for the guy’s troubles. “T-T-Thank you!” he replies, after making a horribly obvious attempt at trying to inhale as much of Renjun’s residual scent on the ten dollar bill. Renjun awkwardly waves him goodbye, and closes the door of his apartment asking whichever deity that watches over him why he couldn’t have already been mated to avoid having to endure that. The plights of a single omega, he thinks to himself, now rapidly moving towards his kitchen to take final inventory. 

His heat is scheduled to begin sometime tonight, made clear by his overwhelming scent and his unbearable body temperature. He’s already considered turning his air conditioner up higher, but realizing that his poor plants would hate to live in a house that’s fifty-five degrees for a week straight, he suffers in a scantily clad haze. He’s stocked up with seven cases of water, four boxes of cookies, six frozen pizzas, and three family sized bags of chicken nuggets. His poor air-fryer will be working overtime this week, Renjun is fully prepared to only have twenty minutes of energy between heat spikes to keep himself semi-sufficiently nourished. He grabs an armful of waters and sports drinks he’d picked up earlier that week to carry them to his room. He placed them next to the other small snacks he’d put in his mini fridge conveniently sitting next to his nest, there was no way he’d be able to make it to the kitchen after the first few rounds and immediate hydration was a non-negotiable.

Renjun took a moment to be proud of himself. He was a single omega preparing for the most intense and important event of his life. All those incredibly awkward sex-ed lessons he endured in middle school, and the trauma-inducing nights spent handing Donghyuck and Mark bottles of gatorade and fruit snacks while trying to avoid  seeing any genitals had finally led up to this moment. Renjun was fully prepared. Renjun was gonna be okay. 

His doorbell rings again. This time unexpectedly. He opens the door to find another delivery man, this time an omega, Renjun can tell by the soft lavender scent. “Order for Renjun Huang?’ The man asks. Renjun grimaces at the horrifically American butchering of his name, giving a pleasant but unsure smile. “Yes! That’s me” Renjun replies, taking a look at the ominously large box the man is holding. "Great, sign here please” He grumbles, trying to make quick work of what Renjun can only presume is his last delivery of the day. Renjun makes quick work of scribbling his signature on the dotted line, before mumbling a quick thank you and grabbing the box. It’s oddly heavy, which wouldn’t be too concerning, until he took a closer look at the label and read ‘From: Mark and Donghyuck ♡,” in Donghyuck’s messy half cursive half print handwriting.

“Oh dear god” Renjun thinks, now the weight of the box is a genuine cause for concern. He heaves the box to his counter and takes a deep breath before cutting it open. Much to his surprise, it’s all normal nice things. He pulls out a box of the maple cookies Renjun became obsessed with when Mark brought them back a box after returning to campus from his thanksgiving break in Vancouver, the ones Renjun was pissed to find out aren’t available in Atlanta. He sees a stuffed bear and stuffed cheetah wrapped in plastic, Renjun pulls them out to admire the resemblance to his dear friends before he realizes they were both scented like Hyuck and Mark. Renjun could just cry. He felt so loved and cherished by his best friend, how loving and thoughtful Donghyuck always was despite being a smug piece of shit ninety percent of the time. He’s been wanting nothing more than to experience one of their “cuddle puddles”, that while Renjun would always protest, he secretly loved. He pulls out a lovely soft yellow blanket with pretty little ruffles on the ends, perfect to go in his nest for added comfort. Wrapped in the blanket is a little note: 

 “You’re gonna have a great time Junnie! Don’t overthink things, just relax and enjoy the ride! We love you so very much! - Hyuckie and Markie”

Renjun is tearing up, his friends love him so much, he’s gonna be okay! Then he sees another box at the bottom, hidden by the blanket and other gifts before it. He shimmies the black box out of the larger brown one and places it on the counter, now able to get a full look at what the picture on the box is displaying. The tears instantly dry. The feelings of love and admiration are replaced with immediate annoyance.

In a scary showcase of friendship telepathy, his phone rings, lighting up with the picture Donghyuck took of his flared nostrils freshman year. Renjun sighs, then answers the phone. “Why would you buy me a fuck machine?” Renjun stares into the phone, hoping to look as menacing as he can in a hello kitty headband holding his blonde strands from his face. “I see you got our present.” Donghyuck replies, shit eating grin so intense his lips were threatening to split apart. “I told you I had just the thing in mind for your heat girlie!” Renjun huffs with the full intent to call Donghyuck everything but a child of god, but he’s getting hotter and the throbbing between his legs is getting more intense. Tonight he chooses peace. “In seven days you’ll begin to cough” he says, and hangs up the phone to let out a loud exasperated grunt. 

Now the real preparation begins. Renjun walks over to his dryer and pulls out his satin robe he’d freshly washed for the occasion. He makes his way over to his bathroom to begin the most intense shower he’s had since his last failed date with an alpha he met on Wolfr. “Nice dick, horrendous vibes.” Renjun shudders at the memory. “Maybe that’s just how guys from Connecticut are? Connecticut is barely a real place, who cares.” He pauses his internal monologue for a moment to place a vanilla scented shower steamer in the corner of the tub. He lights himself a few overpriced indie candles he got from a small business bazaar in the city, and starts easing himself out of his tiny shorts.

He takes his time pulling the silky fabric of his briefs, gently coaxing his dick out of the fabric. He shudders at the cold air hitting his half-hard cock, sending shivers up his spine and another light stream of slick out of his tip. “Fuck,” He moans softly, entirely too aroused for his own good. He pulls his shirt over his head, shuddering again when the air hits his puffy swollen nipples. He takes the time to get a full look at himself in the full size mirror. “Fuck I’m hot. No wonder that Alpha almost popped his knot earlier,” Renjun smiles to himself confidently.

He makes his way into the shower, taking a deep breath of the warm vanilla scent circling him, meshing wonderfly with his own light citrusy aroma. The hot water of the shower electrifies Renjun’s body, he takes a moment to soak in the amazing feeling of the heat comforting his aching limbs. He starts with his favorite lemon and honey scented body wash to begin carefully massaging his arms and chest with the warm and fruity bubbles.

The sensation of the lather was already driving him crazy, absolutely loving the way his hands gilded seamlessly over his hips and ass. Renjun wasn’t normally the type to be so turned on by his own body, he guesses it’s just the excess hormones making any sight of bare skin immensely arousing. He snaps out of his hormone induced stupor to remember that he has a whole shower routine to get through, so he gives his soft chest a final squeeze, then moves back under the welcoming stream of the water to rinse himself clean. He grabs his body scrub and locks in for the remainder of his shower. 

Renjun emerges in a cloud of sugary citrus air, intoxicating even to himself. He wraps himself in his gold satin robe, and makes his way to his vanity for his finishing touches. Renjun digs through his copious amounts of products to find the expensive body oil he’s been saving for this very occasion. He strips off his robe, and starts massaging the oil into his skin, starting at his legs. Every dip his fingers make into his skin brings him closer to ecstasy. Closer to what he knows is gonna be the most intense feeling of his life. He’s just barely finished rubbing himself down when he starts leaking a new stream of slick from his puckered asshole.

“Oh shit, that must mean it’s about to be time huh?” He figures, moving to wrap his robe around him yet again to avoid his neighbors getting a free show through his open blinds. He draws the curtains, dims the lights, and connects his television to his laptop for an optimized viewing experience. He already has his nightly entertainment pulled up, three hours of Jen and Jae’s best material. Nothing that riles Renjun up more than seeing an alpha take a eleven inch dick like he was made for it.

He settles into the spot he carefully carved into his nest, when he lays his eyes on the pretty yellow blanket Donghyuck sent him in his care package. Then he thinks about what else was present in the care package. He pauses for a second, thinking about how he actually hadn’t even taken the fuck machine out of the box. “Well obviously I didn’t take it out the box, I’m not giving Hyuck the satisfaction of knowing I used a toy he gave me,” Renjun thinks to himself. Then again, it’s not as if Hyuck has to know Renjun used it. Then again, it’s not as if using it could be a bad idea, Renjun considers.

He drags himself out of bed to collect the box from the kitchen counter, setting it down on his bed as he begins to actually open the machine. He definitely recognizes the machine, it’s pretty famous among omega content creators due to its lightweight build and convenient suction cup base to accommodate any dildo the user pleases. He looks over at the extended assortment of toys he’s curated for tonight’s events:  a vibrating fleshlight for his cock and three different dildos in ascending length and thickness for his differing stages of need. Renjun felt his hole flutter with excitement as another gush of slick slid down his thighs.

He thinks about it for a moment, considering how much nicer it'd be if he didn’t have to be responsible for thrusting his toys in and out of his slicked hole. He decides to use the suction cup base of the fuck machine to attach it to the headboard of his bed, checking the height of his placement to ensure it would be the perfect height for him to comfortably get backshots from the toy. If he’s desperate enough for it he, reasons, first choosing to hold off from letting Donghyuck be right about something for as long as possible. With the machine firmly secured, Renjun settles back into his comfy spot in the nest. He takes off his robe, presses play on his laptop, and reaches for his fresh bottle of lube to start massaging his warm cock. 

He’s 10 minutes into watching Jae eat Jen’s ass when Renjun finally has his first orgasm. His little heaves and moans fill the room as he milks himself of his well deserved release. “Ooh…ahh…ahh...fuck!” He shouts, pulling himself further into overstimulation as his vision starts to haze over. He’s laying in a puddle of hot slick, constantly pumping out more and more as he keeps toying with his cock. He’s using his other hand to pump his fingers furiously in his asshole, loving the searing sensation of his hole stretching over his digits. “Mmm fuck...fuck, ooh make him cum Jae” he moans, picturing himself as the pornstars’ third wheel in their bedroom.

He realizes his hands aren’t gonna cut it though, he releases his cock from his vice grip and winces as he pulls his fingers from his ass to grab his fleshlight and the smallest dildo from the pile. “Oh shit,” he hisses, feeling that same intoxicating stretch to the next degree as he tries to slip the seven inch toy deep inside. He needs another large squirt of lube to get the job done, a sign he hasn’t completely gone into heat quite yet, letting his semi-delirious brain know he still has some semblance of self-control.

He pours another squirt of lube directly into the fleshlight, giving it a few pumps with his fingers, and then using those same fingers to pump his cock, before squeezing his drained but solid dick into the tight slippery hole.  He’s fully entranced in the sensations of his body now, leaking so much slick his toy keeps slipping out of his hole. The throbbing between his legs is reaching an ungodly peak, rushing his second orgasm into him like a train. “Ahhhh FUCK,” he screams, feeling the pulse of his prostate send him into overdrive. His cum and slick is pooling at the base of his dick, overflowing the fleshlight and adding to the lewd sounds deafening his ears.

He makes a move to turn up the vibrations on the toy, barely getting a chance to move his hand from the button before the pulse of his third release shakes him to the core. Renjun is completely lost at this point, barely aware of anything around him other than his seemingly never ending fountain of cum and the hypnotic sights and sounds of his favorite muscle bottom getting dicked within an inch of his life. God he wishes that was him taking alpha meat. Then he remembers it totally can be him. He grabs the biggest dick he owns, neglecting any more prep that the fifteen minutes of intense pounding hasn’t provided, and sticks the heavy dildo to the waiting base of the fuck machine.

He positions himself comfortably in front of the plastic cock, taking a moment to admire his mess on his satin sheets. “S-Shit…ohhh fuck,” he hisses as he shoves the toy into his ass. He barely gives himself a moment to adjust before he reaches for the remote to start the lowest thrusting pattern, desperate for the feeling of his hole getting stretched to its limits. Renjun lets out a low groan while the toy picks up speed. He clicks it up to the second level and jolts as the tip of the cock starts hitting his prostate. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh,” he groans, spilling more slick onto his sheets and sliding into his fourth orgasm, leaving his mind completely broken. He sets his fleshlight to its highest vibration and suction level, and shakes himself into another release.

If he had any ability to think critically he would be concerned for the amount of fluid leaking into his mattress, considering he’d completely forgotten to lay down the waterproof blankets he was so intent would save him a massive cleaning bill, especially since the cock in his ass causes another surge of slick to shoot from his hole. Nearing delirium, Renjun decides the dual stimulation still isn’t enough. He wants even more, he needs even more.

The smell of his slick and cum is intoxicating, leaving his brain just as fried as the underpaid alpha that nearly sprung a leak at his door earlier. He grabs the smaller dildo that he used to work his ass open at the start of his playtime, and gave it a slow lick from the balls to the tip. Tasting himself on the toy made his next orgasm even harder, sucking the head of the dildo like it was an actual alpha. Throating the cock to it’s hilt like Jae himself was fucking his throat. Renjun was officially in heat, too spent to think, and too horny to care. 

With the last bit of his reflexes he has left, he manages to switch the fuck machine to it’s highest setting, and prepares himself for the ride of his life. “Ohhhhh Shit! Oh Shit! Fuckkkkkk,” he stutters, forming the last coherent phrases he’ll be saying for a while. His head is absolutely pounding, reality is bending, and all he knows is fact are the loud moans he and Jen are churning out along with the surge of energy rushing through his ass and cock. “Ahh oh my god, oh my god,” he screams, ushering himself into otherworldly realms of pleasure.

His cock is being milked to extremes he didn’t know were possible, the pumping motions of the fleshlight sending streams of cum all over his balls and thighs from where the toy could no longer hold his load. He groans as the cock in his ass pounds into his prostate, sending him further into the orgasmic spiral he has no intention of leaving. He’s coming down from his tenth orgasm when he finally decided to give his dick a break, pulling the toy milking him for the last two hours off his cock and throwing it to the side, in the interest of laying face down ass up, fully submitting to the plastic cock he’s worshiping with every fiber of his being.

He can barely make any sounds other than small gurgles when he starts craving his own musk again, grabbing the fleshlight and sticking his tongue as deep as he can into the sopping wet hole, basking in the scent of his pleasure. He slurps up his essence as he feels his ass getting tighter, the dildo seemingly rutting rougher and rougher to break through his grip. He slides himself back even further on the toy, taking all eleven inches impossibly deep, crying out at the feeling of his stomach bulging from the cock mixing up his guts. Renjun is lost in the vortex of his heat, unable to do anything but scream in pleasure in between licking his fleshlight like it’s a real asshole, when he feels it.

His eyes go wide, his ass locks up around the plastic knot completely, the overwhelming pleasure forcing his body to mate with the cock rearranging him. The toy stops moving in and out, too suffocated by Renjuns slick walls to complete a full cycle of motion, instead sending deep thuds of pressure directly on his prostate. His eyes start rolling back as his body starts convulsing, unable to control his movements. His loud moans turn to deafening screams when a long stream of clear liquid shoots from his cock. He cries out in pleasure as he lets out endless gushes of liquid, soaking through whatever parts of his mattress weren’t already sticky with slick. His voice starts to taper off into quieter whines, soon after, Renjun’s vision goes black. 

Renjun wakes up thirty minutes later, slightly less attached to the toy. Its batteries must’ve died sometime between him squirting and passing out, but Renjun has little recollection of anything that occurred once his first heat spike hit. He hears the faint sound of his pornstars giving each other aftercare from what must’ve been a similarly intense scene in the background, figuring he should follow in Jen’s footsteps and have a bottle of water.

He rolls over in his nest, taking in the absolutely ruined state of his bed, along with the extremely satisfied feeling in his body. “Woah,” he thinks, “I gotta get Hyuck a Waffle House gift card or something.”

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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 5

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Two pristine white suits stood in the doorway. The laboratory's glaring white light bared down from behind the two men, framing them in an uneasy, uncertain shadow. Despite being indoors, the agents wore cold sunglasses, and one would be forgiven for assuming they were permanent fixtures on their heads.

"Our deepest condolences, Mr Wayne." The so-called Agent K said. Bruce Wayne noted not the slightest hint of condolence or sympathy.

He considered himself an effortlessly logical person. Someone who got what needed to be done, done. Someone who push away fear and stress in order to chip through the walls and find a path to victory in any situation.

But now, as he stared at the pile of bloody and torn clothes laid on the examination table, a DNA test on the side showing MATCH in bold letters, Bruce found himself blanking for the first time in years.

The first time since Jason...

Damian's tracker had blinked its last only hours before, and Bruce hopped on the first boat he could procure and organised a search part, recruiting the help of the local and governmental siren hunters, not that he was not still suspicious, but man power was man power, and his son was on borrowed time.

Time that had to be paid back.

"We could not find a body, sir. Your son has likely been consumed by the sirens."

No body. None. And that was not for a lack of trying. Divers had scoured the ocean floor underneath vigilant patrols. Sonars echoed across the bay and surrounding reefs. Nothing, not hide or hair or even a bone.

Bruce needed to stay calm, to stay effortlessly logical. There was no way to confirm a death just by some bloody clothes and a lack of a body. He needed to find a way, the only way.

"Thank, gentlemen. I'm gonna need a moment alone. I'll be returning to my room." The crack in "Brucie's" voice was not fake.

When Bruce got back to his hotel room, its emptiness like poison to his eyes, he beelined to his laptop. There he opened the staticky and blurry video showing the moment of disaster.

Damian was on the boardwalk, taking a moment for himself to get away from the hustle and bustle of yet another vapid party. All he wanted out of this trip was to see the fish...

An explosion rocked the boardwalk, sending splinters flying. The camera blurred into static. All that could be made out was a hand grabbing onto Damian's foot and pulling him under. The feed cut out.

Bruce played the recording again, and again, and again. Just like he had been doing all day. It was so blurry he couldn't even identify the colour of the hand.

Each time, his heart broke a little more. A tear came closer and closer to tearing its way out behind the barrier he'd put around his heart. The barrier these damn kids have wormed through over time.

Bruce dialed the phone. It answered on the first ring. "Dick, gather the family. I have some bad news..."

Danny buckled the last belt in his collection around his tail. Funny thing about belts, is that they're still useful even if you aren't wearing pants. The Fenton waterproof torch, the Fenton Stinger, Fenton Lipstick Laser among several other greatest hits slotted neatly into the loops of his belts along his tail. All he needed was a jacket and he might have a biker aesthetic to rival Johnny's.

Damian had spent the past hour or so pacing back and forth, trying to get a hang of his fins and occasionally bumping into a wall. Kid was itching to go out, and had taken to waving the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick around at imaginary enemies, despite having complained about the "inelegance of such a crude weapon."

"You will know suffering." He muttered. "I will make you beg for deliverance." He scowled.

Maybe Danny should introduce him to Sam. He feels like they'd get on like a house on fire.

Damian clung to his shoulder again, little arms wrapped around his neck for purchase as he swam out the cave. The Anti-Creep stick sat comfortably in a holster wrapped round the kid's waist with a knot Danny had to retie six times because he was so small. It was mid afternoon and the sun bathed the reef in bright colours like a warm blanket.

"We should keep an eye out for any other weapons. Our current stock is not enough."

Danny snorted. "You sound like a serial killer talking like that, you know?"

"I am more dangerous than a serial killer." Damian huffed. Danny could feel the offence radiating off him. To think that a himbo like Bruce Wayne could spawn someone with this many sticks up his ass. "And more intimidating."

"Please threaten me more. I'm shaking in my non-existent boots."

Damian growled. A deep guttural sound that rumbled his chest and tickled Danny's scales. Well, it would've been deep if Damian weren't half Danny's size.

"Where is your map and compass? How are we to get to Panama without navigation equipment?"

"Relaaax! We don't need a map because I've got a little something called celestial navigation." See Sam and Tuck? His space obsession was useful in his siren life!

The smaller siren head sank and banged on Danny's. "It is broad daylight."

Danny grinned over his shoulder. "Yeah that was a joke."

Damian screeched.

Danny laughed as he surfaced and got himself some fresh air. Calm waters for miles around them. Slowly he kicked off the swim, building up speed. "Relaaaax. It doesn't take a genius to figure out we need to go south."

"The only reason I have allowed you to live is because you are my only way home."

"As if I couldn't literally sit on you and you'd be helpless."

"I should invite you to try!"

Thousands of miles of blue ocean stretched on in every direction Damian looked. Below the two of them, the ocean floor lay deep enough that all Damian could see was a blur. Just above, the surface of the water rippling from slow winds blazes past. Phantom's strength lets them cut through the water at breakneck pace. The water rushing past his ears and fins reminds him of flying with Jon, if only much thicker than air in the upper-atmosphere.

Light from above, and unending darkness below. It was the darkness that Damian focused on. Occasionally, a tingle spread down his back and through his tail, like a warning, only for nothing to be visible underneath. The first few times, he shivered from surprise. Then it just unnerved him.

He'd read about lateral lines on sharks and other fish before, as a curiosity. Never had he imagined he would come to possess one himself, and never that it would feel so natural that it was difficult to parse it out from all his other sensations. The idea of not feeling this new sensation felt foreign, and unnerving, even though this form was the foreign one.

He would never admit this to anyone, but he didn't know much longer he could deny the creeping feeling on his neck. For all Phantom appeared friendly, Damian knew nothing of his motivations, or even his true character. If Phantom decided he didn't want anything to do with Damian, then what? With no weapons save a measly baseball bat, no contact with the outside world, no armour, no legs, no support and no knowledge of how to survive, he would be good as shark meat.

Damian tightened his grip on Phantom's neck. He was supposed to be above fear, and yet why was his heart pounding so hard?

A series of fast clicking echoed from the distance. Damian jerked his head to the left. Through squinted eyes hie made out long slender forms swimming parallel, their tails undulating up and down.

"Are those dolphins?" Damian muttered.

Phantom turned to the same sight, and raised his eyebrows. "Huh, I guess they are-" Damian jerked Phantom to their direction.

"We must approach them immediately!"

Phantom's body almost tumbled out of his normal swimming rhythm from the shock. "What? What for?"

"We must! The only reason I agreed to come to Amity Island was to see the sea creatures."

"Dude, you know dolphins can be total assho-" But Damian was having none of it. To solidify his point, he clamped his teeth into Phantom's shoulder, focusing them on the part where bone jutted out. Even if they couldn't penetrate, the blunt force against bone would be very painful.

"YOUCH Alright alright alright alright can you please stop biting me!"

Phantom rerouted their course, and Damian chittered in satisfaction. "Excellent."

The dolphins were as beautiful and majestic as he could have ever imagined. It was a small pod, comprising of about five adults, all swimming together in stunning synchrony. Phantom swam at a cautious distance, close enough to admire but too far to touch. How he longed to pet a dolphin... Even Damian slapping him with his tail could only move him an inch closer.

"Dude, I've dealt with dolphins before, and they're literally the most evil beings on the planet, right next to toast and Vlad."

Damian huffed. If only he had a camera on him. To swim alongside dolphins at top speed, out in the wild... He was pretty sure he was drooling, or would have been.

He'd just have to commit the scene to memory, and paint it when he got home.

The thought of home made his fins droop a little.

He felt a finger poking at his cheek. "Hey Damian, you ok? Fine, I'll give like two inches, but that's it."

Damian snappes teeth at him. "I am perfectly fine. Just thinking."

Before Phantom could get closer, Damian saw one member of the pod swerve right for them. Instinctively, he ducked, only for the dolphin to somersault overhead, twirling three times before 'landing' right of them. Two more of its podmates followed suit as they danced in circles around them. One of them came so close he could even catch its scent. It smelled tangy, like freedom and excitement.

Seeing dolphins performing manoeuvres at aquariums was one thing, sitting in dries seats what felt like half a world away from the water, but here? Damian felt the water stolen from right out of his gills.

And the best part was rubbing it in to Phantom. "What was that you said while disparaging these beautiful creatures?"

"Dude, don't these guys smell weird to you?" Even now he was suspicious? The dolphins smelled perfectly fine.

"Not in the slightest. I believe you are just trying to save face."

"Dude, I've seen dolphins before. Plenty of them, but none of them smelled this.. familiar."

Then again, now that Phantom mentions it, those moves seemed just a bit too disciplined for a wild animal. Just a bit too measured...

Damian's hackles spiked up. They were surrounded.

"Phantom, get us out of-"

Deafening squeals blasted from every direction. The noise was so horrible Damian could barely see. His ear fins felt like cracked glass. His field of view was getting darker. They were sinking.

Phantom moved Damian so he was flat against his chest and curled up. The boys crash landed into the barren sea floor. Pain erupted from every surface as debris and particles tore scales and broke fins. Phantom's screaming mixed into the water with teal blood. He held onto Damian like a vice the entire time.

They finally came to a stop. Damian's head spun and spun and his ears rang. He dimly noted the criss-crossing ropes of a fishing net entrapping them. Above him, the blasted dolphins loomed over them in circles like they were sharks, and in the centre floated a man in a large metal suit, a metal suit sporting a malicious, leopardlike grin, a grin that for a moment he could not place, until his mind cleared.

That was the last thing he ever had ever seen as a human.

[juniper-sunny]

The Art in the Heart*- Chapter 3

Your first encounter with Silco outside the Undercity happens in less than ideal circumstances. It’s one thing to make friends with a troublemaker, but getting drawn into his antics is a whole other story…

Happy Ending AU | Silco x Reader | Young!Silco | F!Reader | No [Y/N] | Slow Burn | Romance | Eventual Smut | Fluff | Angst || SFW | WC: 2.8k

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Just as promised, you get a copy of the blueprints that Silco asked for the very next day. It’s tucked inside your bag of painting supplies that you bring with you for the mural. But when weeks pass without seeing him, you finally have to confront a truth that you’ve been too afraid to acknowledge: he’s not coming back. It doesn’t matter if it’s because he’s busy or because he lost interest in you. Whatever the reason, the disappointment is much easier to move on from when you face it head-on and stop denying it. You have more than enough on your plate already without taking on a stranger’s burden too.

Your work sessions are long, quiet, and peaceful without his visits disturbing you, but you can’t help but feel like the blueprints are weighing you down. It’s a silly thought, considering how they’re rolled up in a small canister that barely takes up any space. Still, every morning you double check your supplies to see that you still have them. You also find yourself losing track of time during your lunch breaks. Sitting on the rooftop ledge, staring out at the water, wondering if Silco will stop by before you get back to work. After all, you’d prefer it if he didn’t interrupt you while you were painting.

He never shows.

At least your painting is proceeding at a good pace. When Councilor Salo asks for an update on the mural, you feel confident telling him that everything is going well. He’s made some excuse as to why he can’t come to the Promenade to see it for himself yet—something about being so busy with councilor business that he can’t find time to make the trip—but you know the real reason. He’s never been on the “less respectable” side of the bridge and wants to keep it that way. It’s better if he doesn’t come, though; he’d want to be accompanied by a platoon of Enforcers, and you’re not about to bring them this close to the Undercity.

So when Salo asks for pictures of the mural, you’re more than happy to oblige if it means keeping him out of Zaun. Focusing on the bigger picture—literally—keeps you motivated as you look for a good spot to take photos of the mural. Clambering over rooftops and shimmying up pipes is a lot harder than it used to be in your youth. It’s not made any easier by the cumbersome camera slung around your shoulders, banging against your chest as you climb and jump. But after an exhausting, agonizing half-hour, you finally pull yourself up and collapse onto your destination: a shorter building with a steel roof rusting turquoise, right across the alley from your worksite.

Once you’ve caught your breath, you start taking photos, waiting patiently for each instant film to develop before taking another. The sunlight is warm and not too bright, illuminating parts of the wall that you’ve made good progress on while the blank spots are hidden in shadow. When you’ve used up a roll of film, you find yourself lingering again.

You crouch down and touch the roof that you’re standing on. The metal is cool, bumpy, and rough to the touch, flaking away as your fingertips graze the metal. But it’s the color that interests you the most.

It’s the same hue as Silco’s eyes.

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Ever since you’ve started this job, you’ve kept a close eye on the weather forecast. You’ve been lucky so far with a streak of sunny days, but they’re diminishing as the summer wilts into autumn. The heavy rainfall tonight is unfortunate but not unexpected. All your paints are waterproof, but today you bring a different set of supplies with you to the mural. You install a collapsible awning over the roof’s ledge, along with large, heavy plastic sheets that are draped over the mural itself. It’s the first time you’ve implemented these precautions, and you worry that they might not be adequate.

If it weren’t for the councilor, you could take the rest of the day off. But he wants to see the photos you took, so he’s invited you to a business dinner at his estate. A simple debrief or dropping off the photos with his personal assistant seems to be out of the question. No, Salo wants to pat himself on the back, celebrating your “joint efforts” when you’re the one doing all the dirty work. So you make yourself presentable with some makeup, a neat hairdo, matching accessories, and a formal dress, complete with a matching umbrella. You head out to Salo’s, carrying your camera and pictures with you in a large purse.

Free meals are the best part of business dinners like these, but your anxiety about the mural makes it hard to relax. You try to savor the food, but the richness is hard to tolerate for more than a few bites, your stomach already churning from stress. At least Councilor Salo is too busy droning on and on to notice your lack of appetite. To his credit, he praises you sincerely when you show him the photos, and promises to extend the deadline if the rain ruins your artwork tonight.

When it’s time for wine and dessert, you’re glad that the night is almost over. The pleasant buzz of the rich Noxian wine lingers on your tongue, bold and sweet enough to make you interested in Salo’s ramblings about the drink’s characteristics and origins. He proposes that the conversation be moved to his upstairs office, wondering if the mural is visible from the balcony view. Playing the part of the ever-agreeable employee, you concur. You head upstairs first while Salo hangs behind to find another bottle of wine.

When you open the double doors of his office, you’re greeted by the sight of a tall man hunched over Salo’s desk, rifling through papers in the drawer.

You’re about to say hello when he looks up at you.

It’s Silco.

Your initial surprise deepens into shock—then panic, blood freezing in your veins before your body moves on its own. You slam the doors shut behind you.

“What are you doing here??” you hiss.

He says your name, incredulous. He’s stuck in place, one hand still inside the drawer. His all-black outfit and the large backpack at his feet answer your question:

He’s trying to rob the councilor.

You stride over to him and try to shove him towards the balcony. He doesn’t budge. 

Frantic, you whisper, “You have to get out of here! Salo’s on his way up!”

“Not until I find what I’m looking for,” he snarls back stubbornly. More papers are shuffled around and tossed onto the desk as he resumes his search.

You push him again. He still doesn’t move but looks irritated when you grab his wrist. He wrenches it out of your grasp to pick up a piece of paper. He skims it, flips it over, then drops it.  

“I know they’re in here somewhere,” he mutters.

“I’ll find them for you, Silco! Just get out!!”

“I can’t afford to fail again,” he whispers, agitated.

Your retort from the other day comes back to haunt you:

”You must be Piltover’s most wanted because you’re such a great thief. You did an amazing job yesterday, coming back empty-handed. I’m sure that was so good for the Undercity. Really earned Piltover’s respect with your skills.”

Regret over your words turns the wine on your tongue to bitterness. You grab his shoulder and squeeze it hard. When he looks at you again, you lock eyes with him. “I’ll find your shit for you, okay? I promise. But you have to get out now.”

He opens his mouth to respond but freezes again.

“What—” you ask. He shushes you.

Footsteps are approaching the door.

You shove the drawer closed. Silco yanks his hands out in the nick of time. He grabs his backpack.

A frenzied surge of strength allows you to pull Silco into a nearby closet. You throw yourself in next to him, pulling the door shut just as Salo enters the room.

For such a large office, the closet is a tight space. You’re now pressed up against a wall on one side, your nose squashed into Silco’s chest, shelves digging into your back, and the door crowding up against your other shoulder. He’s tall enough to wriggle one arm out to raise it above your head, resting his hand gingerly on the highest shelf. But his other arm is trapped next to yours, his elbow jammed against your wrist at an uncomfortable angle, your hand plastered flat against the door. Out of the corner of one eye, you see Silco’s backpack crammed into one of the shelves.

You twitch your neck in tiny, erratic increments, eyebrow grinding painfully against Silco’s collarbone. When you peer through the slats in the door, you see Salo’s ruby red shirt standing out among his mother-of-pearl furniture. He daintily crosses the room, calling your name.

Silco’s breath breezes across your hair, sending goosebumps rippling across your scalp.

The councilor stops in front of his desk and titters at the mess of papers.

You swallow nervously.

Salo strides out of the room, shutting the door behind him. 

You count your hammering heartbeats, pounding through your ribcage so loudly that Silco can probably feel it too.

When you count to fifty, you burst out of the closet. You catch yourself on the desk, gasping, lungs rejuvenated with fresh air as the discomfort of unconsciously holding your breath fades away.

Silco steps out nonchalantly, pulling his shirt straight. He lets out a sigh of relief but otherwise seems unperturbed. He drops his backpack at the foot of the desk and strides over to the doors, locking them.

“Are you sure you can find everything?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say shakily. “What do you need?”

He tells you the details of all the documents he’s looking for. You take care to memorize everything he says, then swipe his backpack. When you throw it at his face, a part of you hopes that it’ll hit him, but he catches it smoothly. He slings it over his shoulders as you shove him towards the balcony again. This time, he doesn’t resist, but he looks at you with apprehension.

“I can stay if you need my help with—”

“You’re the only one who needs help tonight, Silco,” you say, irritated. You yank open the balcony doors. Sprinkling rains dot the stonework. “You better hurry before the rain gets worse.”

You glare at him to silence his protests. He raises his hands in defeat, walking backwards past you onto the landing. 

“How soon do you need your stuff?” you ask.

“Tonight would be ideal.”

That’s what you were afraid of; you were planning on asking him to meet you tomorrow at the mural. You bite your lip as you take a moment to think, then say, “Meet me at the bridge on the Zaun side. Be safe.”

“And you as well.” Silco climbs over the railing and lowers himself, looking back at you with a smile.

“Thank you,” he whispers gratefully.

Before you can tell him to leave already, he drops down out of view, disappearing into the night.

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 You don’t know how you managed to pull it off. Maybe Janna was looking out for you tonight as you snuck back downstairs to grab your purse before rushing back to the office. The papers that Silco needed were easily found, close to the top of the drawer; he must have only been a few seconds away from finding them himself. You snap pictures of them as quickly and carefully as you can. Silco had asked you to bring the originals to him, but if Salo discovers that they’re missing, then he might grow suspicious of you. It’s a small chance but not one that you’re willing to take.

Then there’s the ordeal of fixing your makeup after it got smeared on Silco’s shirt. You’ve never been on this floor of Salo’s home before, but you get lucky and find a bathroom on your first try. You freshen up as best as you can, hoping that Salo won’t look too closely. It’s hard to keep your hands steady when they’re still shaking from adrenaline.

You bump into a maid as you leave the bathroom. It takes all your willpower to not scream in surprise, and you try to talk to her as calmly as possible. You apologize and lie about getting lost while looking for Salo’s office, and she points you in the right direction. When you meet up with him, you tell him the same lie. A casual remark about how his estate is much grander and more beautiful than Councilor Hoskel’s mansion is enough to divert any suspicions away from you; Salo is easily distracted by any mention of his hated colleague.

Finally, finally, you’re on your way to the bridge, purse stuffed full of new pictures. The skies are black and dark blue, squid-ink clouds hanging low over the horizon, dumping rain on the city. You hold your umbrella close, trying to protect your precious cargo.

You almost don’t hear him, but Silco calls out your name as you step onto the bridge. Instead of waiting for you in the Undercity, he ducks out from under the awning of a nearby shop, already soaking wet.

You swerve towards him and stomp over. Why he’s on the wrong side of the bridge is anyone’s guess, but it exacerbates your already boiling temper. When you’re sheltered from the rain, you close your umbrella and raise it to smack his legs.

 “You owe me!” you snap at him, exasperated. 

He laughs and nimbly dodges your attempt to hit him, splashing his boots in a puddle as he steps backwards. “Only if you have the goods.”

“Are you kidding me?!” you ask, indignant. “I got your stuff for you and I saved you from Stillwater! For real this time! This wasn’t just some rich guy you were trying to steal from, Silco, this was a councilor!”

“’Stealing’ seems like the wrong word to use,” he muses. “After all, they were just papers. Perhaps ‘intelligence gathering’ is a better term?”

“You cannot be serious right now,” you groan. “Is this funny to you?”

He smiles at you, but speaks solemnly. “You accomplished what I couldn’t. And you once again came to my rescue. You helped the Undercity. It wasn’t just papers you stole. It was information. That is the key to our liberation. Knowledge wins wars, not weapons. And with this—we’ll show them. We will show them all.”

“Why don’t we share knowledge somewhere we’re not getting rained on,” you grumble. 

Silco agrees, and as you step forward to open your umbrella, he smoothly takes it from you. His hand is cool and damp as it envelops yours, fingers sliding over your knuckles as he lifts the umbrella out of your grasp. As he raises it above both of your heads, he turns to you again and says your name with warmth.

“Thank you.”

His sincerity and gratitude shine through, his eyes bright even in the dim evening. Despite everything, your bad mood trickles down the drains along with the rainwater as you step underneath the umbrella, close to his side.

The two of you begin your trek into Zaun. Silco could easily jump over the deeper puddles with his longer legs, but he’s considerate enough to walk around them to accommodate your shorter stride. Maybe he’s doing it more out of consideration for your purse and the prize inside it. You have it tucked under your arm beneath your coat, clutching it tighter when you reach the other side of the bridge.

“Where do you live?” Silco asks.

“Lower Piltover. My apartment is close,” you say. “How about you?”

“I live in the Lanes.”

You mull this over. When it rains in Piltover, the water stays as clean as the city itself, sterile enough to make soup out of. But the Undercity is a different story, especially in its deeper levels. All runoff from Topside oozes through dirty pipes, acid pools, chem-gasses, Zaun gray, and countless other pollutants, making the rain positively toxic by the time it reaches the subterranean levels. Any contact with it is harmful to both the skin and lungs, and prolonged exposure can make you sick or even worse.

“Are you going to be okay getting home?” you ask.

“You’re very kind to be worrying about me. I’ll be alright.”  

You stop in your tracks and grab his elbow, pulling him to a halt. Even if you weren’t worried about the photos getting wet, it’s too unnecessarily dangerous for Silco to fight through the weather to get back home. 

“I didn’t go through all this tonight just for you to melt in the rain, Silco,” you tell him firmly. “You’re coming with me.” 

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Chapter 4

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

The First Motorhome!

Remember when things were so much simpler?  The Ford House-Car Q-dog

This is one of only six Ford House-cars said to have been made per year in the mid-30's at the Ford plant in St. Paul, Minnesota, according to an article in a 1993 "Old Car​s​" magazine.

Very few others - perhaps none - remain on the road and certainly not in such amazing original condition!

When discovered in a garage under a heavy cover in northern Minnesota in August of 2001, it had only 19,000 miles on the odometer and the owner's manual was still in the glove box in like-new condition! 

The RV had always been garaged and treated with much 'TLC' as a collector vehicle. 

The all wood lined interior was still the way it appeared in the '30's complete with framed photos of the original owner on his travels, mainly to Florida, and his cabin in the North Woods. It also had other memorabilia from that era.

The Ford House-car was built on a '37 Ford Pickup frame and cowling and was powered by a 60 horse power, flathead V-8 with aluminum heads. The rear framing is all wood, with the metal skin wrapped around it. The roof structure is all wood over which the heavy, waterproofed canvas top is still very securely fitted. The structure of the body is solid, appearing to be all oak hardwood and it's still in a remarkably unaltered, undamaged condition! The door frames are thick, solid oak as are the window frames although those have been painted over. 

This House-car was a big hit at this campground once we got that great old 'flattie' V-8 hummin'! Note the expanding roof (it's that 'extra' roof piece barely visible in the picture) and the original dark green color, which has been repainted. All four side windows open while the back one tilts out in three positions. The windshield also tilts open at the bottom for 'natural' AC while driving. Here are a few shots of the Ford House-car on the road...

Here's a look at the interior.

It's a slice right out of 1930's just as the original owner had it. All the windows have curtains for privacy and there are pull-down shades on the back window, as well as on the driver's and passenger door windows. Note the wide storage cabinet under the bed.

The wood headliner gives the 'cabin' a warm and inviting rustic feel. You can also see it has a ceiling vent and the canvas expanding roof portion visible in this picture. Four wood pieces securely support the expansion when it's in the 'up' position, while clamps secure it when it's down while traveling.

Note the cedar branches hanging in the corners to give the cabin a natural, north woods aroma. Cabinets and the aluminum sink, that includes a wooden cover insert, are visible on the left. All the antiques inside, as well as on the walls, came along for the ride. Also note the collapsible table behind the driver's seat. 

It's amazing how simple vehicles were back then! No computerization to be concerned about!