#sorry this is a crack fic

[frownyalfred]

fic idea: because of the circumstances around Clark’s birth, he’s hardwired into a lot of Kryptonian instincts that have been dormant in the previous generations of Krypton. namely, those aligned toward the protection of children (bred out long ago because it was too “distracting” and “painful” on Krypton, where fewer and fewer children were being born).

Superman always saves children first because of this, but he never fully recognizes the instinct until he watches Batman protect and calm down a child after a fight. Kryptonian instincts flare fully into life, as a mature adult with a prospective mate within the vicinity.

cue Clark following Bruce around starry-eyed, unable to help himself around a man with 8+ children he clearly, quietly, adores and a penchant for encountering injured and scared kids in his line of work. and as Bruce Wayne, who seems to have a kind of magnetism to him that leads kids at galas to him and sullen pre teens dragged along to cocktail hours to his side during networking.

[marsdql]

Morning menance — Lee Heeseung

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 PAIRING: heeseung x sleepy!reader, GENRE: fluff, kinda crack? WC: 0.7k….! SNY— reader being needy and a brat because I love acting like the world revolves around me sorry!

The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the nightlight on the bedside table. You stirred in your sleep, the warmth of the blanket and your hoodie suddenly becoming unbearable. With a groggy groan, you tugged at the fabric, pulling the hoodie off and tossing it to the side. Left in your tank top and sleep shorts, you sighed in relief, curling back up and nuzzling into the pillow.

Heeseung stirred beside you, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist. Even half-asleep, he pulled you close, mumbling something incoherent under his breath before settling back into his slumber.

A few hours later, at the crack of 7 a.m., you blinked awake again. The soft morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. It was way too early for you, but something had woken you up—perhaps a lingering restlessness. You rubbed at your eyes, letting out a small whine, still half-asleep but already feeling the beginnings of your morning fussiness.

Heeseung was still dozing beside you, his face peaceful, but you weren’t in the mood to let him sleep. Turning to him, you gently nudged his shoulder. “Hee,” you mumbled, your voice soft and needy. “Hee…”

He groaned faintly, his brows furrowing as he opened one eye to look at you. “Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice was raspy with sleep, but his hand instinctively reached out to stroke your hair.

“I’m awake,” you murmured, pouting. “I want my phone…”

Heeseung let out a small chuckle, still groggy but finding your early-morning whines adorable. “It’s too early, baby. You should go back to sleep.”

“But I’m awake!” you argued, though it was clear from the way you were blinking lazily that you were still exhausted. “I just wanna check the time… and maybe Heeseung notifications.”

He smirked at the mention of his name. “Oh, so you wake up early just to stalk me, huh?”

You huffed, your pout deepening. “Noooo, Hee. I just wanna see. Please?”

With a dramatic sigh, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed your phone, handing it to you. “Okay, but only for a minute. Check the time and my notifications, then back to sleep, my little stalker.”

You took the phone eagerly, scrolling for a few seconds before Heeseung leaned over and plucked it right out of your hands again. “That’s enough,” he said firmly, placing the phone back on the table. “You’ll get carried away, and I’m not letting you stay up.”

“But—” you started, your voice trailing off into a whine.

“No buts,” he interrupted, lying back down and pulling you with him. “Come here, baby. You’re too fussy this morning.”

You pouted against his chest, squirming slightly. “I don’t wanna sleep anymore,” you grumbled. “I’m not even tired.”

Heeseung chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Not tired, huh? Then why are you yawning?” he teased, cradling your head gently.

You let out a small, defeated whimper, nuzzling into his chest as his warmth started to lull you. “I just… nothing..” you attempting to admit that you just wanted him close, your voice muffled against his shirt.

Heeseung’s heart softened instantly. “Oh, my baby,” he cooed, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back. “You just wanted attention? You could’ve told me. You know I’d give you all of it.”

You sighed, your body relaxing into his as your eyelids grew heavier. Heeseung rocked you gently, his voice low and comforting as he whispered, “Shhh, it’s okay now. You’ve got me. You’re my baby, and I’m not going anywhere. Just close those pretty eyes and sleep a little more. I’ll be right here.”

Your fussiness began to fade as his words and gentle touch soothed you completely. Within minutes, your breathing evened out, and you drifted back to sleep in his arms, feeling safe and loved.

Heeseung stayed awake for a while longer, watching over you with a soft smile. He pressed another kiss to your forehead before whispering, “Sleep well, my favourite attention-seeker. You’ll always have me.”

[robylovi]

tiny comic based off a scene I found hilarious from Boyfriend Material by winterkeep

[strange-birb]

Jason and dick are helping Tim with his screaming :) ( part of my secret bad au)

[kittenscookie]

Dear god Epic is slowly pulling me back into Percy Jackson so it's time for a mini crossover idea. (If I get some details wrong please forgive me, it's been a hot minute and I've got the memory of a walnut). Okay, let's say they've gotta get Odysseus's Bow for whatever reason. As the group's contemplating how they're gonna find this thing the gods all just slowly turn to Poseidon.

Poseidon: ...

Athena: You gonna give them her address or should I?

Poseidon: *Groans as he pulls out a pen and post-it note* Okay boys, you're gonna go to this address in Ithaca, knock on the door, ask for [Insert Name Here]. If she's not there go to this address in New Jersey.

Tyson: Who is she?

Poseidon: Your older sister

Percy: We have a sister? Why didn't you ever tell us about her?

Poseidon: ...

Athena: 🤨

Poseidon: .....Go visit your sister

So they do their adventure, escape a couple rough situations, slay a couple monsters. They eventually get to the address, knock on the door, and a young(in terms of appearance) woman with the bluest eyes known to man opens it. She's all smiles, offers them some snacks while she gets the bow.

Nico: Okay, just wondering, why do you have this thing?

Sister: ???

Sister: It's my dad's...Why wouldn't I have it???

Tyson: Huh?

Sister: Odysseus is my other dad

Silence for about a good fifteen seconds before a sly smirk spreads across her face.

Sister: You want the tea?

Percy: Hell yeah!

She pulls out her phone, sends someone a text and not even five minutes later Athena is bursting through the door.

Annabeth: Mom?

Athena: Hi honey. *Points to [Insert Name Here]* You, put the kettle on. *Points to the group* The rest of you, sit down and listen up because I'm still pissed about this shit.

Over the course of the next hour and a half she tells them the juiciest tea they've ever heard. By the end of it they're not surprised that shit never got written down because why would Poseidon and Zeus ever allow future generations know they were fighting that hard—caused a whole second war—for a damn mortal.

[boowritess]

bonus part 2

simon can't cook-

okay no he CAN. okay? but it's very much- chop up whatever the fuck is in the fridge throw it in a pot, add as much meat he can find. then he's sorted. creating some sort of stew. but if not that. he thrives off 2 minute noodles.

listen, he's a working man. he can't be fucked thinking about what to make.

and if he needs to eat while not deployed and wants something, he'll get takeaways so he doesn't have to think about it.

and if ya'll are together - whatever you make... motherfucker eats that shit up like he's in a 5-star fucking reasturant.

you made scrambled eggs with bacon??? he's astounded. absolutely in love. has never been more satisfied in his life.

but oh lord. when he retires..

retired!simon fucking riley finds his fucking calling in cooking.

you no longer have to worry about cooking. nah-uh. not with this man who has all the time in the world to hone in on this new culinary world.

idk i just think it's so cute to think about simon going from beans on toast for breakfast to fluffy buttermilk pancakes or french toast with bacon a berry compote.

then for dinner; it's suddenly a whole line of sushi with all your favourites, dumplings to follow and a beef udon recipe dish. or maybe it's a simple roast - however, a perfectly seasoned meat has been sitting for a while in the oven for so long that when you cut into it, it's juicy and tender. and simon fucking beams at the faces you make.

dessert is a whole other game that simon fucking mastered. seriously. because he's placing down a skillet brownie, topped with ice cream and cream. And when you put a spoon into it, it fucking drips with chocolate ya'll.

just rahhhh retired!simon that turns into chef!simon. who just spoils you day and night with food. who gains the ability to make whatever dish you want, whenever you want. 3am and you want a grilled cheese? he can whip it up in seconds and it'll taste like the most gourmet grilled cheese you have EVER had.

btw, i'm torn between making him a gordon ramsay in the kitchen or him being the complete opposite and being so sweet and patient with you when you want to help him.

WAIT- speaks like gordon ramsay but treats you softly. like, you're not cutting with the knife correctly you fucking donkey. but instead of taking it off you, he presses up behind you, gently cups your hands with his and shows you how to do it safely. and he's speaking so sweetly and softly. a stark contrast to when he called you a fucking donkey - but hey you'll get your bite back. ;)

a/n: i can't fucking breathe this was so funny to write. i'm sorry idk why he called u a donkey. i'm fucking hungry if it wasn't obvious with this post.

[blkkizzat]

ꨄ︎『Sneaky Links』ꨄ︎ (PART 2)

Sukuna x Reader

(Mentions of Yuji x Reader)

18+ Minors - DNI

PART 2 of 2 (Read Part 1 first!!!!)

“You should know by now, Y/N, disobedient brats need to be punished.”

Summary: Y/N is a dickmatized manipulative brat. Sukuna is Sukuna. Poor sweet Yuji is collateral damage. CW: cheating, rough play, unprotected sex, spit play, brat taming, spanking, pussy slapping, manipulation, fingering, anal play, edging, tit job, blow job, slight dubcon, blood play, sukuna being toxic, ntr, y/n thinking with her pussy not her brain (but it’s hard not to when you got that wet wet). WK: 5.3k of 8.5k Slightly Black female coded but no descriptors.

A/N: Part 2 took longer than I expected but I hope y'all enjoy it!

So much smut my gawd my mind is so cracked.

“You should know by now, Y/N, disobedient brats need to be punished.” 

Before you could even feel the chill from his threat, your world was spinning as Sukuna had repositioned your body to lay across his thick muscular thighs on the edge of the bed. 

The exact situation you were in didn’t click until a loud smack reverberated in your ears and you felt white hot pain blossom across your left asscheck.

Smack. 

Fully aware of the second, you hissed as you felt the full force of the spank on your right cheek rock its way into your cunt. 

Smack. 

Three spanks in and you were moaning, 

Sukuna’s assault on your ass continued leaving you panting and drooling as your tongue lolled out of your mouth.

Smack. 

A fourth and you gripped his thigh for leverage so you could push your bottom up to meet his hand halfway. The action allowed the friction to transfer deeper into your core making your body convulse with pleasure.

“S-Sukuna!” you screamed out as the fifth smack this time was directly on your pussy. 

Already drenched from your current arousal and earlier sex with Yuji, the squelching sound your slit made from being slapped was absolutely vulgar. The sounds turn you on more than you can bear at the moment and you could tell from laying across his lap, it’s having a similar effect on Sukuna as well. 

The need for him to fuck you was overwhelming.

“FuckMeFuckMeFuckMePLEASEEE!” your words slurry jumble as you writhed against the growing bulge beneath you.

“Fuck you, Y/N?” Sukuna taunted toyingly. 

Another soggy smack rang out from your pussy. 

Your eyes rolled back as you bit your lip so hard you might have drawn blood then but wouldn’t have even noticed.

“Not when you address me so casually...”

Smack.

“...and certainly not when you still have that other brat’s spunk in your cunt, slut. It’s fucking disrespectful to me.” 

Smack. 

Smack. 

SMACK. 

The force from the spanks on your clit took the air out of you, leaving you gasping as your face grew hot with shame.

“Hn… we’ll have to fix that won’t we, Brat?” 

And with that Sukuna plunged three thick fingers into your messy cunt, relishing in your cries of surprise that filled the room. 

His fingers glided in effortlessly from how wet you were, vigorously pumping into you.

You whined as they reached deeper than you ever could yourself and at a more reckless pace than Yuji would ever dream to take with you. 

Sukuna was absolutely relentless. 

Staying true to his words, his fingers pulled the last remnants of Yuji’s cum out of you as you fell to pieces on his lap.

“Did I not make it clear last time who this sloppy hole belonged to Y/N?”

You could barely register Sukuna’s question. 

Your breathy moans and the ASMR sounds from his fingers tearing through your cunt as your walls sucked him in were thrumming in your ears and drowning out everything else.

Vision spotty, you could feel yourself closer to attaining release with every scraping movement of his fingers against the spongy spot within you. The little bundle of nerves going wild at his abuse and pushing you even closer to the edge.  

The tension in you pulls tight like a cord ready to snap and you curl your toes as you could nearly taste your release. 

Almost there. 

“Ah! S-s-sooo clos-see” you finally sputtered out, only focusing on getting off.

That's when Sukuna’s fingers came to an immediate halt inside you. 

“I fucking hate repeating myself Y/N. If the little whore can’t focus enough to answer me properly while I finger fuck her, I’ll simply have to stop.”

Your insides burned terribly at the loss of movement. 

Your breath was shaky. 

All you could think about was your need to cum, it wholly consumed you. 

The attempts you made to push your hips back and fuck yourself on his fingers enough to cum were thuwarted by Sukuna’s free arm locking you in place.

He had you where he wanted you.

“N-No! P-PleasePlease! My pus-syy i-it’s yourssss, Suk- Lord Sukuna!” you corrected yourself, desperately wanting him to continue.

“Hm?” Sukuna questioned. He didn’t know if you fully understood just yet who owned you. 

“Sure about that, bitch? You gonna let anyone else cum in this pussy again?”

You shook your head vigorously, splashing tears onto his thigh.

“N-No”, you huffed and sniffled quietly.

“What was that slut? Speak up.” 

His voice was harsh yet his fingers began moving again, yet this time with slow agonizing circles over your g-spot.

It was fucking maddening.

“I wont! I-I won’t let Yuji come in this pussy again, so please… PLEASE let me cum!”

You desperately begged with little control or care at what you were saying. You knew you would have said anything at this point for release and he knew it too.

He was a real bastard for actually making you say it though.

Pausing, Sukuna suddenly burst into laughter. 

It slightly puzzled you, almost as if it wasn’t directed towards you. But you had no time to consider his motivations as his fingers dug into you harder than before. 

Your eyes rolled further back into your head as all other thoughts gave way again to ecstasy. His thumb joined in now as well, teasing your puckered back entrance.

“Oh! O-ooh godddd”, you sobbed, eyes squeezing shut.

The prodding of his thumb into the rim of your ass while he finger banged your cunt was too intense. 

Not even Yuji had touched you there before. 

The feeling was foreign but you were too overstimulated at this point, you couldn’t process anything from it but pleasure.

“Yesyesyesyes!”, you sighed out like a mantra.

Sukuna could feel your walls clamping down on his fingers, letting him know you were close.

“Shit- That's it. Cream on my fingers, slutty brat.”

As if your body needed his permission, those words were what finally broke the dam inside of you. 

You came with a loud moan as your body convulsed with pleasure. You felt the first taste of the sweet release you’d been yearning for all night. Babbling nonsensically as you repeated Sukuna’s name over and over.  

Your tears, drool and squirt continue to dribble out of you as they drenched his thighs from both ends. 

Sukuna’s fingers continued to bully into you not slowing until you completely rode out your orgasm.

Your chest heaved constricted against his lap and your legs were still shaking but you knew he was far from finished with you. 

His fingers slid out of your weeping pussy with a slimy pop. 

“On your knees.” 

You heard Sukuna’s gruff order boom from above you and you quickly moved, not wanting to test his temperament as you could feel welts on your ass begin to form the spanking you received.

Your legs had been reduced to jelly so you could only slide onto the floor, careful of putting too much pressure on your bruised bottom. 

Gathering yourself, you saw how Sukuna began to manspread for you. Reclining on the bed, he was giving you a delicious view of his hard cock.

You unconsciously licked your lips at his angry red tip swaying back against his stomach and soiling his abs with precum. 

Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but hesitate as him finally letting you cum had cleared a bit of the fog in your brain. You knew what he expected you to do, you had just never done it before. 

Well to him at least. 

Sukuna’s size was intimidating enough to make you nervous but you really didn’t know how to react right now as you weren’t used to this much foreplay with him. 

His previous visits he would show up, fuck you into a stupor and leave. You didn’t even think he had even teased you as much as he had tonight. 

Tonight was different. You weren’t sure why exactly but that thought did give you a bit of courage stirring the brat within you.

A sudden compulsion surfaced to see exactly how much he would give you and how far you could push him.

You could tell by how his engorged cock swayed impatiently that him delaying his own gratification to punish had an effect on him. 

The game you decided to play was a risky one of course, but you wanted payback for the way he treated you. 

For leaving you high and dry for days, for breaking your favorite vibrator, for making you beg to cum but mostly for turning you into such a dizzy cock-hungry bitch who still yearned for him to fuck her silly.

Your thoughts of retribution were soon interrupted as he grew impatient with you.

“Y/N put that fuckin’ bratty mouth to good use for once, bitch. If I left now, your sloppy cunt would still be unsatisfied.” Sukuna growled baring his canines.

You pouted at his cruel insult but it was mostly to suppress a small smile as he confirmed your suspicions. 

Oh he wouldn’t dare leave you now. 

Not in this state. 

And if he wanted you to give him head, you would give The King Asshole of Curses the nastiest sloppiest toppy you could muster. 

Your mind set, you wet your lips making careful eye contact with him through moist batting lashes.

You started to crawl to close the short distance separating you with a slight sway of your hips. 

Slinking up between his legs, your hands caressed his calves and skimmed up over his thighs with feather light touches. 

Your tongue lingered in his inner thigh to lap up some of your juices that soiled his lap, never breaking eye contact. 

It was faint but could have sworn you heard Sukuna suck in a breath through his teeth.

Rising to your knees, you settled yourself into him until you were pressed between his legs and his hefty cock was nestled between your tits.

“Slut…”, Sukuna breathed out feeling your soft mounds enclose his cock. 

He held a good poker face but you could tell from the slight perspiration on his brow and deeper breaths that he wanted this. 

It gave you back some of the nerve you lost feeling his immense size between your bust.

Still holding his gaze, you tossed him a sweet smile before opening your mouth and letting the large amount of saliva you gathered descend from your tongue slowly like honey onto his dick.

The wetness flowed from your mouth and was instantly cooled by air as it left your lips. This earned you a low hiss of approval from The King of Curses as it landed on his hot tip.

Not wasting time, you gathered the mixture of drool and precum that flowed onto your tits and began moving them against his massive cock, up and down slowly.

Indulging yourself, you couldn’t help but squeeze your neglected nipples and moan wantonly from wedging his thick cock between your breasts.

You meant to provoke him but you were driving yourself wild in the process wishing it was your pussy and not your tits enveloping him. 

Your mouth remained open and jaw lax all the while, allowing more of your saliva to freely spill out, still holding his gaze.

Sukuna was nearly about to snap at you for being a cockteasing whore when as if you could sense the insult forming in his mind you finally broke eye contact. Dipping your head low, you took his swollen cockhead in between your lips while your tits continued working the base. 

You swirl your tongue over the hole at his tip and lewdly slurp up more precum causing Sukuna’s hand to shoot into your hair. 

“Fuck” Sukuna let slip out.

His claws were at your roots applying a near agonizing grip. 

Despite the pain on your scalp, the action encouraged you. 

You licked, kissed and slobbered your way down the length of his cock. The obscene noises from blowing him only rivaled by the sounds coming from your cunt earlier.

Sukuna grunted. He honestly hadn’t expected this from you. 

He corrupted you in a way that had broken many others in the past but he could tell by the insolence of your stare how your eagerness was not a show of devotion, but of defiance.

His earlier punishment had only fanned your flames. 

Sukuna thought you would complain and cower away from sucking his cock like the pillow princess he knew you were with Yuji, not attack it like it was your last life line.

Fuckin’ manipulative ass brat. 

The curse king would never admit it out loud but your brattiness turned him on. 

It always had.

He would watch you from within Yuji. Your slick comments when he did something that upset you, your bratty protests when you didn’t get your way– Yuji bent to your will every single time. 

It was infuriating that he never put you in your place. 

The kid was too pussy whipped to see just how big a whore he actually had on his hands waiting to be turned out and used as a fucktoy.

Sukuna stifled a groan and resisted tilting his head back when he felt your soft fingers work their way down to cup his heavy sack. 

You fondle them lightly as you move from giving him a boob job to take him in your mouth deeper and pump the base of his length with your other hand.

He couldn’t let this go on any longer. He wouldn’t allow himself to be undone by you.

Your brattiness entertained him but his pride could never let you have the upperhand for long.

Taking control over the situation, both his hands clutched the back of your skull keeping your mouth on his cock as he stood up. 

And with a forward roll of his hips Sukuna was forcing you to take his entire length in one rough motion, gagging you on it.

You choked and your hands scrambled to push against his thighs but there was still plenty of your slick left from earlier causing you to lose your grip and lurch forward. 

The action had you taking him to the hilt, your jaw stretched beyond its limits. Your tears that pricked the corners of your eyes spilled forth. His cock filled your throat so deeply there was barely room for air.

“Now, now, Y/N.” Sukuna chided you as you flailed uselessly against him to release you. 

“You were so eager to suck on this cock a minute ago, show me how well your throat can take it too.”

Your throat in question was currently being fucked raw as your face was roughly slammed into his crotch. 

Pubic hair tickled your cheeks and your nostrils filled with the pungent scent of his arousal which combined with lack of oxygen, made you dizzy. 

You croaked out a moan as you gagged further on his dick.

The vibrations that traveled along Sukuna’s cock caused him to thrust deeper with force as he stuffed himself further down your throat.

Your jaw hurt like hell but the pain was slowly being overshadowed by your weepy cunt. Once more your pussy was flaring with jealousy as you felt phantom strokes inside you sync up with him ravaging your throat. You couldn’t help but be turned on again from Sukuna’s rough treatment.

You would have rubbed your clit if your nails hadn’t found purchase in his hips, leaving marks and long scratches as your body instinctively clawed away at him to release you from his hold.

“Take it Y/N. Swallow it all like a good little fuckdoll. Don’t spill a drop.” he snarled out the command and you could tell by how his cock thrashed against your throat he was close.

A few more spurts of his hips and he came cursing profanities into the air. His hot cum hits the back of your throat, filling you as it warms its way down into your belly. 

Waiting until your throat wrung every drop from him Sukuna finally releases you and you collapse down into the ground coughing. 

You couldn’t help but spit up some of his seed. Despite your earlier bravado you weren’t prepared to take his girth fully nor for how thick his cum would be down your throat, which was now left raw and scratchy.

“Brats like you can never follow instructions well, can they?”

You were tempted to give him the finger for nearly suffocating you on his dick but you could only scowl at him while your hands tried to soothe your throat. 

“Tch, cumming just from getting your face fucked and without permission too? You still don’t deserve me fucking you.” Sukuna mused, the grin spreading wide on his face. 

You looked up at him incredulously as his voice threatened punishment again.

“Y-You’re kidding me”, you coughed out. You couldn’t help but furrow your brow and pout. You more than earned it in your opinion.

Sukuna chuckled at your reaction. Manspread and seated once again on the bed, he pumped his cock, giving you a once over.

He had made an utter mess of you: stray strands from your disheveled hair stuck to your cheeks soiled with tears; cum dribbled down the corners of your mouth and chin with any attempts you made to wipe it away merely smearing it on your face further; your chest heaved and glistened with sweat and whatever other fluids it collected; while that disobedient pussy of yours was beginning to seep a wet spot onto the floor from where you sat. 

Just filthy.

He could deny you further, if he wished. 

Tease you further. Make you beg for him as he knew how much you hated it which made him enjoy it that much more.

But then he would also be denying himself. 

He saw how you enthusiastically rose to the challenge of giving him head and it made him impatient to see you make more of a mess of yourself on his cock, which grew harder the more he took in your sullied form.

“Y/N, if that filthy pussy of yours want to cum on my dick she’s going to have to fuck herself on it.”

The curse king moved back onto the bed to fully recline and looked at you expectantly. 

You nodded and wordlessly followed, your voice still recovering.

Sukuna had preferred to fuck you ass up with an arched back, but if this was your punishment you would gladly accept it.

You would take any position if it resulted in his cock inside of you to be honest.

Crawling over his large form to straddle him, you let your hands roam over the taunt muscles of his abs. 

Your hands traced his tattoos as you began to grind your slickness on his erection. 

It felt amazing feeling him underneath you. The thick girth of him spread your pussy lips apart as you created more friction against your clit. You quivered. It was too good.

“On with it already, pillow princess.” Sukuna smirked, giving your ass a firm slap. He wasn’t going to cum like some virgin just from you rubbing up against him.

You yelped as the action had you clenching your cheeks. Your ass was still very much sore but Sukuna would never let you have a moment to enjoy yourself unless it was on his terms. 

“Then just lay back and let me fuck you, okay?” you snapped, your brattiness getting the best of you once again but you still complied as you centered his cock over your entrance giving it a few pumps. 

You half expected him to flip you over and choke you out while drilling you into the mattress for sassing him again.However when you looked at him you saw his gaze transfixed on where your cunt was attempting to swallow him whole.

“Then just fucking do it slut”, he answered with another smack to your cheeks. 

Sukuna wouldn’t let you off this easily by provoking him. You were going to ride this dick, he would make sure of it.

You wanted to glare at him but you were too preoccupied with getting his monstrous dick inside of you and your eyes shut in concentration. Pressing yourself down onto him you only met firm resistance.

Your body was screaming at you that it wouldn’t fit even though you knew it would as it had many times in the past with him bullying it in you.

You hissed, pushing yourself down more. You hoped gravity would do its job here but you had barely gotten the head in. 

Tears were already flowing, the stretch was too intense, he was too thick. 

“Aw, am I too much for the little brat?” I thought you were going to fuck me?” Sukuna teased, feigning boredom. 

“I AM”, you whine through gritted teeth. You were so wet in addition to having been stretched from his fingers yet it was still this difficult.

Leaning more unto him for support you tried to adjust yourself but it only caused his cockhead to begin to slip out of you.

“Too damn slow”, Sukuna barked at you before firmly gripping your hips and ramming up into you. 

You let out a screech so loud you would have thought it woke your neighbors, that is if you could give a fuck to think about anything else but Sukuna ripping through you right now.

His fat blunt tip rammed against your cervix and it took all the air out of your lungs. You were left reeling, arched back as your vision blacked out momentarily. 

Trembling, you fell forward onto his tattooed chest. It was too intense, you were too full. Too much too fast of what you had been begging for all night, all at once.

Your legs trembled and your shoulders shook. 

Your walls compressed Sukuna’s length and he let out a low growl at its intensity.

“Shit bitch - did you just cum again!?” 

“S’your f-fault,” you slurred out with a sigh, wiping the drool dripping down your chin.

Pushing yourself up, you started to swivel your hips, grinding on Sukuna in a slow circular wine. 

You could feel your whole body buzzing from your orgasm. You were too sensitive, but it wasn’t nearly enough. 

You needed more of him.

You couldn’t think of anything else except for him buried inside of you. 

You leaned back to grip Sukuna’s thighs for support as you picked up your pace the more you recovered until you were bucking on him. 

The angle had you impaling yourself on him. You were putting on a show for the curse king who drank in the view of you in shambles on his cock. 

Your tits bounced wildly as your cunt greedily sucked him in and ignored the pain of the stretch which was incomparable to the amount of pleasure you are receiving. 

“That’s it Y/N. Use that filthy pussy of yours to gobble up this dick.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as more obscenities spilled forth from him. It only made you hornier and you could feel him start to move in tandem with you, his hands leaving your hips and finding their way to your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly. 

“Mmm shit, t-too good, t-ooo good” you groaned at his manhandling of you which caused you to gush around his cock creating a white ring of fluids. 

You see Sukuna grit his teeth and adjust his hips to thrust up into you deeper. Being on top and watching him underneath you, seeing the pleasure you were giving him you feel a surge of power rush through you. 

Sitting up from your reclined position, your hands ran over his that were still grasping your tits before settling on his muscular forearms to anchor yourself. 

His strokes were making your pussy flutter with pleasure, every nerve alight. 

You weren’t just playing with fire, you were dancing in it and it made you feel higher than any actual drug ever could. 

Fucking him like this was a drug. 

You would probably still hate him and yourself in the morning but right now you were his greedy little whore and you wanted him to give you even more. 

“I-I-I w-wan-t…” you started but lost focus. You were losing yourself again and you still had something you wanted before you came, one more trick up your sleeve.

“Yes? Use your words Y/N. Tell me what my lil slut wants.” He purred teasingly however the strain was evident in his voice.

You come closer to him, your chest pressed against his as continues fucks into you his fingers digging into your ass cheeks.

“Ryo..men, d-daddy.. .. you-r tongue… ki-ss me” you cooed seductively. Putting on your best babyface and looking down at him with a lustful pout wanting him to indulge you.

His eyes flashed. You truly caught him off guard with this one. 

Your legs wrapped around him tightly as he suddenly sat up and his hand was around your neck once again but he never stopped his hips driving into you.

Your eyes widened in response but they were filled with excitement. The thrill of pushing him further and the danger of it all was intoxicating. 

The air was heavy with the smell of your sweat and sex and you leaned deeper into the hand around your neck. You couldn’t help the gleeful look on your face as you shivered and stroked the arm that grasped your neck as if daring him to squeeze tighter. It was audacious.

Did you truly get off on edging death?

Sukuna was wondering something similar as the desire to actually snap your neck this time for real this time rose within him. 

You took liberties with him that he would have killed his concubines for without a second thought back in his day. But as much as he mocked, taunted and called you all manners of whore, you were no concubine. You were a sorcerer, much weaker than him of course, but a strong one nonetheless.  

One that he had either since turned into sex-crazed whore who had developed a death wish kink…

…Or one that he had severely underestimated and was far more manipulative than he gave you credit for. One who would do or say anything to provoke him into giving her what she wanted.

Truthfully you were all of those things. 

He could punish you later but Sukuna would not deny you at this moment. It was absolutely sinful how you would whore yourself to him, completely forgetting about Yuji as soon as he was in your guts. 

Loosening his grip on your neck, he grabbed your jaw harshly bringing you closer.

“Open”

You obeyed without fuss, sticking out your tongue.

He tilted your head upwards toward him and you felt his spit hit the back of your throat.

“Swallow”

The command had barely left his mouth before you were already savoring his thick saliva before you stuck out your tongue to prove you had in fact swallowed it all this time.

“Good girl.” he muttered. Sukuna’s breath was hot on your face before his mouth crashed onto yours, devouring you. 

The brutal kiss overwhelmed your already overstimulated senses. Your teeth clashed against his as mouth ravaged yours. Even his kiss was dangerous as his razor sharp canines cut your tongue and your blood flowed into his mouth. 

You felt him groan into you as he drank it eagerly, nipping and sucking on your tongue, savoring the flavor.

Completely disoriented, you didn’t realize the lack of oxygen you had until he pulled back, your blood staining his lips.

Sukuna chuckled at your dazed expression. 

His kiss left you in a stupor as you hung onto his shoulders utterly breathless.

Catching your breath, you lean in closer as your tongue slides over his lips to taste your blood on them.

“M-more w-wanna c-cum Daddy.” you mewled against his lips.

“More? Not sure if daddy’s bratty baby can handle it,” he replied mischievously. 

Sukuna’s breath fanned across your face as he captured your lips again roughly. 

He placed a hand behind you but nothing could have prepared you for the sensation of the mouth on his palm opening and tongue diving directly into your asshole.

You cried as your body instinctively pressed yourself closer to him, breaking the kiss and burrowing your face in his neck trying to keep his tongue from going deeper. However, that only gives the mouth on his stomach better access as it opens to lap at your clit as he continued to fuck into you.

“Don’t run from this slut you asked for more.” Sukuna grunted in your ear, the smirk evident in his voice.

You had asked for more but the sensations of being fucked and sucked from both ends was making you crazy. 

“Damn, so fucking tight. Gonna cum in this pussy just like this. Going to breed her, you’d like that wouldn’t you Y/N?” 

Sukuna taunted you and you felt his words travel through your ears and straight to your cunt.

His free hand came up to yank your head back for your response but you could barely keep your eyes opened and focused on him. 

“U-h Uh-huh,” You nodded as incoherent babbles were the only noises that could muster.

You had never experienced an assault on your senses this hard. Every nerve felt like it might combust as the heat within terrorized you, making you feel as if your entire body was erogenous. 

“Cum for me baby girl”, he whispers into your neck as he bit down, drawing blood again.

His words made your chest tighten and your stomach flutter, both betraying you.

Every trick you tried on him thus far had backfired on you when he returned your energy. 

Every time you toyed with him he would toy with you harder. 

You realized now you’d never win.

You didn’t know if you hated him or loved him for it. The sane part of you was locked away somewhere and all you knew now is your body was screaming to feel his seed fill you, to breed you.

You could feel his cock twitching inside of you and it proved all too much for you to handle.

Sukuna swallowed your screams of ecstasy as you came harder than ever before, toppling over your peak and jerking against him as tremors overtook your entire body. Your mind blank, you collapsed against him tapping out as your senses faded to black.

You weren't out for long but as you came to, you noticed he had placed you back on the bed, on your belly as he moved to position himself behind you.

“I’ve fucked you dumb. Just look at you, half unconscious.”

You could only grumble at him as your whole body felt drained of both your fluids and your energy. 

“Hands and Knees, Y/N” Sukuna ordered.

“5 minutes Daddy pleasssseeee” you slurred, you couldn’t possibly take any more of him, your body needed to recover you were exhausted

“Fuck no. Hands and knees slut. It's gonna take more than one load to knock that greedy cunt up.”

You groaned. Your limbs were liquified and you couldn’t manage to support yourself with your arms. 

Head rolling to one side to support yourself with your pillow you lif your ass up into the air. Your arms reached back to spread your cheeks wide for him,

Sukuna, satisfied with your position, whistled at the sight of you. “Need fuck this cum back into you and fill you up again.”

His heavy hand landed with a smack against your puffy pussy for emphasis. You whine as the slap causes your mixed fluids to spurt out of you, dribbling down your sex and onto the bed.

Sukuna’s evil laughter rang into your ears as he plows into you once more. His thrusts blessing you with the toe curling backshots you’ve learned to crave and causing you to come undone once again over his cock as he fucked you senseless over and over. “See Yuji? When I told you I could breed your bratty pillow princess into an obedient cum dump… I meant that.”

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Long A/N ahead:

Any mistakes please DM, no rude or criticizing comments please. (I literally am so busy but got up at 5am to finish this.) This is the first smut I’ve written in ages. I didn’t expect it to be so LONG my fucking god. But I actually enjoyed writing this! Especially Sukuna softening a bit towards Y/N at the end. Not really in a romantic way per se but in a “I actually enjoy your pussy presence and would likely keep you around once I'm released from your cuckass boyfriend.” kind of way. I also see it as him indulging Y/N and wanting to breed her just to piss off Yuji lmfao. He would totally knock you up out of spite. I also had fun writing Y/N here as a brat but one who doesn’t give up the fight, just finds new ways to be a brat and enjoys the punishment lmfao. (Me af) I feel like complete brat taming works well with Toji, Geto, and Choso. Sukuna on the otherhand needs a constant challenge or he will just get bored easily and kill you. You gotta tease him enough to keep him interested but he still ain’t gonna let you win. But no, even though I completely tortured and cucked Yuji here (cause he was aware this entire time), I actually really adore him. Yuji is so baby girl. I want to play with his hair and watch dumb movies on the sofa with cuddling with him and then once I get horny Sukuna can fuck my face into the cushions. OMFG SHOULD I WRITE THAT!?

What’s next?

Well my next 3 stories (in order of longest to shortest) center around lactation (Toji), van sex (Geto) and thigh job (Nanami) kinks. Which one y'all want first? ;)

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september 29, 190 words @taylorswiftmicrofic confess // @wolfstarmicrofic magic

"Hey, Sirius?" Remus asks as they walk back to Sirius' flat after dinner one night, feeling so anxious he's worried he might actually be sick.

"Yeah?"

"I have something to confess," he blurts, the words coming out so fast they all merge into one.

Sirius stops walking, though doesn't untangle their fingers. "Okay. Is this where you tell me you're actually married and I'm your mistress?"

Remus can't help but laugh, "No, no. Definitely not married. I don't really know how to say this so I'm just going to be blunt and get it over with...I can do magic."

"Oh, neat! Me too."

Of all the scenarios that have gone through Remus' mind over the last few months – when he realised that he actually really liked the Muggle he'd hooked up with, and they were rapidly moving from 'just shacking up' into 'actually dating' territory – this was not one of them.

"Wait, what? You can?"

Nodding excitedly, Sirius starts walking again, pulling Remus along beside him as he says, "Yeah, I'll show you when we get back to mine. Wait 'til you see this card trick I can do."

[fuctacles]

Just like Cinderella

happy bday to my Prince Charming @blasvemous M | 3.3k | crack treated seriously, meet cuteugly something, idiot4idiot, humiliation kink mentioned | Ao3

"Shit, fuck!" Steve lets himself have one last glance at his wristwatch, and of course, it instantly proves to be a mistake. 

He runs straight into someone's back, and it punches all the air out of his lungs. He's stunned for a second, and can barely hear a rushed apology. He thinks he mutters back 'No, it was my fault', and by the time he blinks back into reality and crouches to pick up his bag, the guy is gone. 

But not all of him. 

On the pavement, right under his bag, he finds a... something.

It's made of metal and intricate, and not his. He picks it up and straightens up quickly, in hopes of seeing the guy he ran into. There are a lot of people rushing about, though.

"Hey!" He picks up his pace again, hoping to spot the person he ran into. He remembers long hair and a mix of citrusy shampoo and cigarette smell. Not much else. Nobody turns their head as he runs through the morning crowd, so he stuffs the item deep into his bag and focuses on the initial goal of rushing to work. He can worry about this all later. 

On his break, he takes the thing out of his bag to take a better look. It looks well-made and could be expensive, but he has no idea what it could be. It reminds him of old egg beaters, but he doubts that's what it is. Maybe a toy? One of these educational puzzles for nerds, like a Rubik's cube? Or! It could be a replica of some sci-fi movie gadget. Like the sonic screwdriver that Dustin made.

He probably should just ask around. 

His usual go-to, the self-titled oracle and part-time scholar Robin Buckley, had no better ideas than him. She turned the thing in her fingers, cradling it delicately like an eggshell, while humming and hemming. 

"Looks like a tiny brace. Maybe for a york's paw? The guy could be a vet," she offers. 

"Maybe," Steve nods, not convinced at all. He doesn't want to think about a little dog with a broken paw somewhere out there, its bones unprotected. "I was thinking it could be a kitchen utensil?"

Robin puts it on the desk between them and stares at it intently. 

"Like what?"

"I don't know," Steve shrugs, embarrassed to share his idea. "Like an egg beater?"

Robin continues her loud thinking but in the end, leaves him with nothing. 

The thing weighs him down on his daily commute, waiting in the bottom of his bag for the day he finds its owner. Steve isn't even sure if he would recognize him. Them? After a week he wasn't even sure it was a guy. 

The workload doesn't give him a break either, and once Friday finally arrives, he makes a detour on his route home to grab a drink or two. After his first drink, he checks for any loose change he could put in the tip jar and his hand finds the Thing. He pulls it out with a sigh and puts on the bartop with a small clunk. As he reaches out to put what he's found in the jar, he hears a very concerning and loud choking sound. 

To his right, a long-haired guy is wheezing his lungs out, fist-punching his own sternum. Steve immediately leans over the empty stool between them and starts smacking his back to help.

"Jesus, you alright? Went down the wrong pipe?" He looks around the man, but all he sees is a glass of beer, so hopefully he didn't get a peanut lodged in his windpipe. 

The man lets out a really gross phlegmy cough, clears his throat, and takes a shuddering breath.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," he wheezes out. "Just, uh, you know. Didn't expect to just turn around and see, uh, that." He spares a tiny glance at the Thing in front of Steve. 

Steve immediately brightens up, hoping to finally get an answer to his predicament. He swiftly moves to the empty seat, drink and Thing sliding along the bar with him. He sees the man wince while he's still facing forward like he's afraid to take a proper look. He takes a drink of his beer, this time slow and cautious, and Steve can see the redness spreading from his cheeks down his throat.

"You know what it is?" Steve asks hopefully, leaning closer to him. 

The man freezes, and maybe it wasn't in his best manners to just sit down next to someone without asking, but it's already happened and Steve is kind of desperate. 

He gulps down the beer, no accidents this time, but his voice is still strained, when he asks incredulously:

"You don't?! No, you know, that actually explains it. Take them damn thing off the bar for the love of Merlin."

Steve, while taken aback by the sudden shift and being ordered around by a stranger, stuffs the Thing away from peering eyes. 

"Why? What is it? Something illegal?" Fuck, why didn't he think about that? 

But the man is shaking his head.

"No, but I'm pretty sure the bartender wouldn't appreciate it."

"What is it?" Steve presses on.

The guy finally turns to him and Steve can see him in all his glory. Black leather, long hair, and a pair of truly soft brown eyes that don't match his overall vibe at all. And they stare right at him like they are trying to look straight into his soul. He's searching for something for a long, drawn-out moment, before he deflates, eyes skirting away, but he keeps facing Steve. 

"Really?" he mutters, mostly to himself. "It's a fucking cock cage, man."

"A fucking cock what?" Steve asks once he gets his voice back.

"You heard me. I'm not repeating myself," he says with a scoff, eyes falling to Steve's bag. His knee starts jumping up and down restlessly. "Where did you find it?"

But Steve had questions of his own.

"Is it like, a medical thing?" he asks. 

The looks he gets back would make him believe an alien just popped out of his forehead and started dancing Macarena. He frowns defensively.

"What? I've never seen something like this!" 

"It's a sex thing," the man responds mercifully, watching him closely. 

Now it's Steve's turn to gauge his eyes at the man. He looks briefly down at his bag like the thing could just grow tentacles and have its way with him. 

"How? Why?" he asks, mouth twisting at the images flashing in his mind. "How do you know that?"

The knee never stops jumping. If anything, it becomes more erratic. 

"Uh, I know guys who are into it." The man looks away again. 

Steve rolls his eyes. Sure. He knows a guy.

"So since you know some guys," he plays along. "Maybe they know more guys and they could ask around if anyone has lost one of these?" he suggests. "Now I want it off my hands even more."

The man scoffs, almost amused. 

"Could imagine. I could take it from you and just hand it over to them, make things easier for you," he offers, glances at him, and then shrugs.

Steve recoils at the idea.

"That? No, It's my fault the guy lost it, I wasn't looking and ran into him. I need to make sure it goes back to the right hands."

The man hums, drumming his fingers against the bar. 

"I want to be there when you ask random people if they are missing their cock cage."

Steve presses his lips together. 

"Stop saying that."

"What?" He tilts his head, looking amused. "Cock cage? Like the cock cage you have in your bag?"

"Yes. That."

He raises his hands placatingly. 

"All I'm saying is I would be embarrassed as fuck if I was the idiot who lost it. Would be hard to come forward and admit it," he says, raising his shoulders. 

Steve huffs, slumping against the bar.

"Fuck, you're right."

"I know," the man murmurs back and they quietly sip their drinks. 

"There must be places where it isn't that weird to admit it," Steve thinks out loud. He looks to his bar companion for confirmation but he's frowning at the liquor display in front of him, lost in thoughts. Steve hopes they aren't about him. The guy had a good profile and a cute nose.

"Hey." He nudges him gently with an elbow. 

"Hm?" The man turns, his frown melting away so he can raise his eyebrows curiously.

"Do you know any fetish places where I could leave a poster or something?"

The man only stares at him blankly. 

"You're gonna make posters," he states more than he asks.

"If I have to." Steve shrugs. 

"You sure you don't want me to just take it off you?"

"Nope."

"We could exchange numbers and I'll let you know when I find the owner."

Steve thinks about that. 

"You could lie, though," he points out. 

He huffs, annoyed. 

"I totally absolutely could," he agrees with a resigned nod like using logic pains him. Then, he sighs. "I could buy it off you?" he finally offers. 

Steve's taken aback.

"Why do you want it so badly?" He frowns at him.

"I just want to do you a favor, man!" He rolls his eyes. He's almost angry and 100% done with this conversation, it seems, as he downs the rest of his drink and slides off the barstool. 

"Tomorrow at ten, in front of the bookstore on John Paul. Bring your silly posters and I'll show you some kink shops and bars."

Steve blinks at him.

"That okay?" the man asks, tongue darting out to lick his dry lips. 

Hesitantly, Steve nods. 

"I guess that's my best shot. Thanks, man."

The guy nods.

"Don't mention it."

Then he turns and leaves, hands buried deep into his pockets, and Steve realizes he hasn't even asked for his name. 

He regrets not taking the guy on his offer to take the thing off him when he had the chance. Because he wouldn't be stuttering his way through explanations while his temporary companion revels in his embarrassment like it's the gods' nectar. 

At least now he knows his name is Eddie. 

Eddie pretends to be interested in the little display of nipple rings while Steve tries to convince the shop owner to hang his little poster saying "fetish gear found". The man finally yields, as do two others, thus concluding the number of sex shops in the area. 

"The bars don't open until late but we can try the Hangover before we part."

"What's that?" Steve asks, following Eddie anyway.

"Also a bar, but they serve hangover food around noon. They have the best bacon and won't tell me where they buy it from." He frowns like it's some personal feud. 

"Perfect. I can buy you lunch for helping me." Steve grins at him.

Eddie seems surprised at first but then smiles widely. 

"I won't say no to free food. This way, my good man!"

The place is a hole in the wall but really cozy. It seems like the same guy who took their order is cooking it and there's only one other person, with a coffee refill in front of them and a plate of... something unrecognizable under every possible sweet topping. 

"I gotta show this place to Robin, she'll love it," Steve comments while looking around. The inside looks like It was never fully finished or whatever purpose it served previously didn't require it. The walls are rough bricks, the windows old and probably drafty, and the only part of the floor that isn't rough cement is the dancefloor. 

But the collection of LED signs, mismatched couches, and a sunflower mural softened the rough interior. Steve will definitely come here again.

They get their own jug of coffee and Eddie pours for both of them.

"Girlfriend?" he asks with a raised eyebrow. 

Steve rolls his eyes in a very tired way and Eddie almost chokes on his surprised laugh. 

"Geez okay, not a girlfriend then."

Steve chuckles dryly. 

"Nope, just my best friend. We play for different teams."

Eddie eyes him curiously but he doesn't elaborate on that. He clears his throat. 

"Well, in that case, I should tell you that all the places I've shown you today are queer-friendly."

"This included." The chef must have heard that last sentence. He places their food on the counter. "There you go, little gays, bone apéritif."

"I'm pretty sure that's not how it goes," Eddie murmurs, immediately snatching a piece of bacon off his hash browns. 

"It is how it goes if you want more free coffee," says the chef as he turns around. 

"Your French is immaculate, Benjamine!" 

Steve makes an ugly snort at Eddie's terrible French accent. The man seems to be very proud of his little theatrics.

For a moment it's just the sound of forks against plates and the distant radio playing in the kitchen. Eddie finishes first, almost inhaling his food like he's a human vacuum, and pours himself more coffee. 

"You wanna go to the bars too? Later?"

Steve chews on his bite thoughtfully. 

"I think if you give me the addresses I'll be good to go on my own. You've already done so much, man."

Eddie is stunned into silence. This is not the answer he wanted. He licks his rapidly drying lips, looking for a good excuse to keep tagging along. 

"Uh, are you sure?" 

"Yeah, don't worry about it. You've wasted so much time on me today. I don't want to completely ruin your weekend." Steve smiles at him. 

"It's not a problem, really—"

"No, man, I wouldn't feel okay dragging you around." Steve shakes his head. 

"First of all, I'm dragging you around," Eddie huffs. "Second of all, it's the first time a man this pretty spent so much time with me and hasn't run for the hills. Let me have this."

Steve frowns at that information.

"You must have shit luck with men." 

"Tell me about it," Eddie murmurs into his coffee. 

"So it would be a date?" 

Eddie turns to him, eyes wide. But Steve holds his gaze.

"I mean, it would be nice." Eddie tugs on his hair nervously. "We can do the posters thing and then just have fun for the rest of the night, no?" he offers. 

"Absolutely." Steve smiles reassuringly. 

"Awesome." Eddie grins.

Steve spends hours figuring out his outfit. It's his first official date with a man, he has to look good. He therefore makes the mistake of calling his best friend. He nods along as she tells him what exactly to put on (How she has memorized his wardrobe is a question he doesn't want answered.) and then clears his throat when she takes a breath. 

"What if I don't want to attract women?"

There's a pause and then—

"My my, Steven, finally going for it?"

"You could say that."

"Where are you going? A bar? What's the vibe?"

He sighs. 

'We're kind of bar hopping, he's showing me around the area."

"Back up, back up!" she yells in his ear. "We?! You're not just going out? You have a date?"

"Yeah," Steve more breathes than says. He has a date. It's slowly dawning on him.

"Who is he?" Robin asks impatiently and he can easily imagine her curling up in her armchair for gossip. 

"His name is Eddie—"

"Okay, sounds normal."

"—he has this long, wild hair, and tattoos—"

"Okay, less normal."

"—but he is normal. A bit awkward, kind of dorky, not at all how you'd expect a guy in a leather jacket to be."

"Huh. Okay, maybe I won't find you in a ditch somewhere. I want a call when you get back, no later than tomorrow morning. At noon, I'm calling the police."

Steve rolls his eyes fondly. 

"Of course, Robbie. But can we focus on the matter at hand?"

In the end, he goes the Freddie Mercury route, with a tank top that shows off his chest hair, and tight jeans. He throws a colorful shirt over it to fight off the night chill. Eddie looks pretty much the same as earlier, though his band t-shirt looks a bit tighter. 

"Steve," he sighs instead of a proper greeting and Steve's face falls. He looks down at himself. 

"What? Is it that bad?"

"Darling, you're gonna get eaten alive. How am I supposed to fight off all of the bargoers?"

Steve laughs in surprise, feeling himself blush.

"I guess you'll just have to hold on to me."

Eddie's eyes sparkle under the setting sun. 

"Don't have to tell me twice," he says, pulling Steve inside their first location. "I saved my favorite place for last. But we can stay wherever you feel like."

Eddie stays true to his word, parading Steve around like an arm candy, their elbows hooked together. Only on their second bar does he realize something is amiss. 

"You didn't bring your posters?" he asks curiously, cocking his head. 

Steve hums next to him, sipping on the colorful drink the bartender recommended.

"Do I need them?"

Eddie's visibly taken aback by the question. He frowns at Steve. 

"Didn't you want to find the owner?"

Steve nods, unfazed. 

"Yeah, and I did."

Eddie's face blanches. He opens his mouth before closing it abruptly, his frown deepening. 

"What? When?" he asks, barely containing his panic and immensely confused. 

"Earlier today." Steve shrugs. "Haven't given it back yet, though."

"Oh, thank gods." Eddie visibly deflates. Steve raises his eyebrows at that, so he rushes to add: "It's great that you found him so fast." He forces out a smile. "Who is it? Did he know what it was?" The poster was purposefully vague so the person calling in would have to say what they'd lost. 

Steve shakes his head, raising the drink to his lips to prolong the suspense just a bit more. 

"It's you."

Eddie's brain short circuits. He's stunned for too long for his forced laugh to work. 

"Hahah, what?" 

Steve smiles at him and since he's feeling extra merciless tonight, reaches out for the man's neck. Eddie looks close to fainting but Steve doesn't relent and rubs a thumb across his jugular, observing him shiver before he pulls him in by his nape. He leans in to press his nose to Eddie's skin, fingers digging into the roots of his hair, where lingers the smell of his shampoo. Artificial lemon and cigarettes. He must have taken a shower before going out. 

"You smell just like the guy I ran into that day," Steve explains close to his skin as he traces it with the tip of his nose. Slowly, he moves away. He's a bit worried he moved too fast, but Eddie's cheeks are red and his eyes are fixed on his mouth, so he relaxes back into his seat. "And if I had any doubts, your reaction just now dispelled them all," he finishes with a smirk. 

Eddie groans, hiding in his hands.

"This is the most embarrassing date in my life and once I wore my shirt inside out."

Steve laughs but reaches out to put his hand on Eddie's knee to weaken the blow. 

"Don't worry, it's working on me."

Eddie pushes his fingers apart to peek at him. 

"Really?"

"Surprisingly, yes." Steve nods. "I hope it works out, preferably long enough so I can tell about our first meeting at the engagement party." His smile turns wide and teasing. "We'll put Cinderella to shame."

Eddie groans, but it sounds more pained this time. 

"Careful," he says heatedly. "My humiliation kink is flaring up," he says, aiming for humor, but something new wakes up in Steve and he cocks his head with a fake pout.

"Poor baby. You wanna go hide your shame somewhere more private?"

Eddie presses his lips together, breathing deeply through his nose. 

"Can we?"

Steve finishes quickly his drink and slides off his bar stool. He feels the pleasant buzz of alcohol and Eddie Eddie Eddie. He leans in for a quick, impulsive peck against his pink lips.

"Of course." He grins. "Let's go."

[leelarots]

is this anything

[v88sy]

I just had a dumb crack fic idea where one night Buck is sad and lonely and wants to text Tommy (what else is new) but doesn't know what to say, so in an effort to strike up a conversation about what's been going on in his life, he just sends Tommy a picture of one of Maddie's ultrasounds without any context.

Tommy is sitting at home alone, also sad, depressed and more than slightly drunk. He just looks at the message and his brain blue screens. He texts back "Evan! Why didn't you tell me sooner that you were pregnant!"

And Buck doesn't know if he's kidding or if maybe he should call in a wellness check, but it got Tommy to call him Evan again, so he isn't entirely mad.

[bekolxeram]

I was reading a lot of fics about Tommy discovering Buck's new found stress baking habit post reunion, then this cringy idea popped into my mind. Now you get to suffer with me.

NSFW-ish

Lukewarm water, 360 grams. Honey, 10 grams. Dry yeast, 7 grams. Mix. Flour, 5… wait, no, wrong flour. Where’s my god damn bread flour? When was the last time I made bread? Oh yes, last month, right before Tommy and I got back together, it should be around… Ah, there, found it! No...

No!

Don’t get sentimental now, there’s no place for melancholy tonight.

“Sexy thoughts. Sexy thoughts.” Buck mutters to himself, desperately trying to stop his wandering mind from ruining his mood.

Think of Tommy. Hot, sexy, pilot.

The cyclic looks so small in his big yet surgically precise hand. It almost seems like he’s telepathically flying the chopper with his mind, not with his strong, steady arm. His fingers are long enough to engulf the control stick completely and more, sometimes he has to twist his wrist around just to flick the top… uh… the button on top.

He can feel the fabric of his sweatpants straining against his hip. The tight cotton shirt he picked out especially for the night feels extra tight around his rapidly warming skin. Good, it seems like his tactic is working.

And his pecs… that time when he wore nothing but his flight suit, umm... They’re so fun to play with, squeeze them, bite them, lick them, sleep on them, make them bounce. I don’t need to “explore” to be sure how much I love them. It’s not even about gender, I know a good pair when I see one.

Stop. No. He’s apologized. I’ve apologized. We’re all good.

It feels like all we do these days is to apologize, then have make up sex. Not saying it’s not good sex, but I want that light, fun sex we used to have, before we…

Don’t, don’t go there.

Anyway, oh, his beautiful face. The one stubborn strand of hair on his forehead that always refuses to comply with any hair product. The constellation of freckles scattered across his perfectly shaped nose. The sensual curve of his lips. The creases around his eyes and his cheeks when his whole face is lit up by that classic scrunchy smile. I swear they look even more prominent now… Oh! How could I forget, that delicious cleft on his chin. If there’s one saving grace coming out of the breakup, it’s his decision to double, no, triple his effort at the gym. His facial features look that much more striking on his now leaner body. Who gets over a heartbreak by becoming a Greek statue anyway? Pick up baking like a normal person, please.

Wait, I’m thinking about the breakup, aren’t I? Don’t. Don’t! Ugh… too late.

Buck lightly bangs his head against the counter in frustration. Deciding to focus on the task at hand instead, he promptly weighs out his flour, sprinkles in a pinch of salt, then pours the bubbly yeast mixture into the dry ingredients.

Just as he’s about to put his hands to work, he’s interrupted by a familiar rhythm at the door. Quickly wiping his hands on his apron, then pushing the waistband of his pants down by half an inch for Tommy’s viewing pleasure, he goes on to greet the man he’s been waiting for.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Tommy apologizes as he’s entering the loft. “I believe the infamous LA traffic still hasn’t recovered from the emergency freeway landing last year.”

“No, no, it’s alright,” Buck shoots him a reassuring smile, clearly delighted by having his beloved in his space again. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right with you. I need to finish this dough first.”

“But I thought you said you wanted to relax tonight? Aren’t we just gonna order takeout?” Tommy’s visibly confused by Buck’s ongoing culinary endeavor.

“Oh, this? This is not for tonight. It has to proof until at least tomorrow morning,” Buck replies absentmindedly, his hands continue kneading the dough without pause.

“You don’t have to, Evan. I’m okay with no breakfast at all,” Tommy walks around the kitchen counter to give the hardworking baker a kiss on the temple. “As long as I’m with you.”

“Um… no, I’m making these because my parents are coming to town.”

“Tomorrow morning?!”

“In a month. They’re coming to see Maddie in a month. I’m just stress baking because they…” Buck lets out a sarcastic laugh, “they stress me out.”

“Ahhh… is that so? Well, I’m happy to have learned this about you. I never knew you could bake.”

“I couldn’t. I picked it up recently, after you…” Those dreaded words have already slipped out of his mouth before Buck realizes. He’s been trying his damnedest to steer the night away from this particular direction, but as it turns out, he’s utterly powerless against the freight train of emotions he’s been keeping deep inside. He briefly considers changing the subject, but Tommy’s heard him already. He perks up his eyebrows, signaling Buck to finish his sentence.

It’s better to rip off the band aid now, than to let it snowball into something unstoppable.

“...after you dumped me,” Buck comes clean reluctantly.

Tommy drops his eyes and sighs in understanding, before gently wrapping his arms around Buck from behind. “I’m sorry, baby,” he presses his lips onto the golden curls in front of him.

“Chimney told me, you have a tendency to run away if you’re being pushed too hard. I should wait for you to reach out instead of… the other way around.” Buck keeps working on his dough, intentionally averting his gaze from the man behind him.

“Mmhmm.”

“It was… agonizing. I saw you everywhere. I saw you at home, I saw you at the fire house. I saw you at the coffee shop. I saw you when a helicopter passed by in the sky. You were like… a ghost, haunting me, every waking moment of my life. You know what? Not even just waking, you were haunting my dreams, too. The only thing that managed to stop me from texting you was baking. I had all the supplies at home because I was planning to surprise you with a cake for your birthday but…”

Tommy abruptly lets go and backs off. While Buck fully expects the night to be ruined after his long winded ramble, he mourns the sudden loss of contact nonetheless.

Still not looking up from the increasingly elastic mass on the counter, Buck continues, “I just have to knead it for… um… 5 more minutes, then I’m all yours. Let’s start over, yeah? I’m over it, I’m okay now. Let’s forget about it and just… chill. There’s this movie I…” He’s cut off by Tommy’s return, arms secured around his waist once again, chest pressed firmly against his back, the only difference being that Buck can feel Tommy’s body heat radiating this time.

“Ghost, you said?” Tommy whispers, lips barely grazing the hair standing on Buck’s nape.

“Yeah…” Buck shivers. He turns his head slightly to take a peek at the man behind him.

Yes, Tommy’s shirtless.

“Mmm, keep going,” Tommy demands, hands sliding under the hem of Buck’s shirt to roam around his midsection, lips softly connected to the side of his neck.

So Buck keeps going. Press. Rotate. Press. Rotate. Press. Rotate. Press. Rotate.

He feels two big hands caressing his shoulders, along his arms, then all the way down to his own busy hands.

“What are you making?”

“Ba — Bagels.”

“Umm… I love bagels,” Tommy lazily drags his mouth from Buck’s neck to his shoulder, leaving a trail of delicate kisses behind, “do you know how I like to take it?”

“How…?”

Tommy props his head back up, chin resting on the younger man’s shoulder. “Plain, with cream cheese,” he breathes straight into Buck’s ear. “So much cream cheese that it… oozes out everywhere. Leaking from the side, through the middle…” his tongue darts out to give that spot right underneath the earlobe an inquisitive lick. “I love it when it gets all over my face, painting my mouth white.”

Buck’s previously regular cadence starts faltering. He doesn’t know when to press or when to rotate the dough anymore.

“Hey, let me help you with that,” Tommy grabs a hand full of the dough, and squeezes, hard. Yet, the dough barely budges. “Oh, am I doing it wrong?”

Buck can’t help but giggle. “You have to knead with your palms, not your fingers. Here, let me show you,” he covers Tommy’s right hand with his own, and pushes the heel of his palm into Tommy’s wrist. “You want to fold the dough onto itself, then roll your palm out while pressing down. A bagel dough is supposed to be pretty stiff, so feel free to put your whole body weight into it.”

“Like this?” Tommy mimics exactly what Buck just showed him.

“I’ll give you an A,” Buck turns his head around, meeting Tommy’s gaze. Their faces are so close together, they can feel each other breathing. “You’re a fast learner.”

“I have the best teacher,” Tommy murmurs.

They naturally gravitate towards each other, like two stars on a collision course, until their lips clash together into a sloppy, filthy open-mouthed kiss.

Pulling back slightly to gasp for air, Buck’s pupils are completely blown out, leaving merely a thin icy ring around his dark pool of arousal. “You can use both hands if you want…”

“Let me try that,” Tommy surrounds Buck in his arms, pinning him against the kitchen surface. Then, he starts working on the dough, using his entire body, making sure to time every pressing motion with a thrust from the hip, rocking the younger man into the edge of the counter.

“Mmm — Ah…” the friction generated by Tommy’s movement alone is enough to make Buck moan. He never thought baking could be this erotic. “That — That works…”

He allows himself to enjoy Tommy’s sweet show of strength for a few moments before firmly gripping Tommy’s wrists, stilling him. “It’s — It’s done. Now we put it back into the mixing bowl,” he hastily drops the dough into the metal container, causing a loud thud, “and leave it in the fridge overnight.”

Tommy gives him one more kiss on the cheek, and a pat on his lower back, “go,” then steps aside.

Buck nearly trips over his own feet walking towards the fridge. He hears water running in the background, probably over Tommy’s talented hands. Wrapping up the stainless steel bowl with more than enough plastic wrap, then shoving the whole thing into an empty corner of his fridge, Buck is all too eager to return to Tommy’s touch.

Slamming the fridge door close, Buck whips his head around in a millisecond to catch an eye full of Tommy in his shirtless glory for the first time in the night. He’s drying his hands with a kitchen towel, finger by finger, his biceps flex every time he rubs a digit clean.

Buck walks straight up to the object of his desire, waiting no time to close their distance. Hooking an elbow around Tommy’s neck, he pulls him into a deep, urgent kiss, while his free hand travels down from Tommy’s clavicle towards his nipple.

“Wait,” Tommy stops the exploring hand on its track, “wash your hands first.”

Buck groans in frustration. He unties the knot in his back, takes off his apron, then swiftly treks towards the kitchen sink to prepare himself for the ensuing nighttime activities.

Tommy follows him, settling snugly behind Buck while he’s cleaning his hands. Tommy slowly dips his mischievous fingers into Buck’s waistband, pleasantly surprised to find bare skin underneath.

“Oh, no underwear? Someone’s eager tonight,” Tommy says in a seductive tone.

Roughly drying his hands on his own shirt, Buck spins around to face Tommy, “I’ve been waiting for you to notice…” Feeling Tommy’s fingers tapping the hem of his top, Buck peels it off right away, letting those enormous hands roam free across his body.

“Bed?” Tommy asks in between kisses.

“Couch.” Buck pants.

Just when Buck’s calculating in his head the logistics of moving to the couch without breaking contact with his man, Tommy withdraws his hand from Buck’s bare skin.

“Hold on tight,” Tommy suddenly grabs onto the back of Buck’s thighs and lifts him clear off the ground, carrying him towards the underside of the loft.

[teecupangel]

[Desmond Miles has successfully saved a Levantine village during the Third Crusaders after waking up in the past.]

Grateful civilian: Thank you, stranger! You have saved our village from the cruelty of war. May we ask who you are so we may know the name of our savior?

[Desmond Miles believes he cannot say ‘Desmond Miles’ because that might accidentally create a ripple effect in the future.]

[Desmond Miles believes he cannot use any of the names of the ancestors who haven’t been born yet especially the Kenways because of how important they are to his history.]

[Desmond Miles has not yet processed the shock of dying a painful death and waking up in the past and his brain is blanking.]

Desmond: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

[The people Desmond Miles have saved now believed their savior’s name is Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.]

[Desmond Miles has committed identity fraud.]

[… and he will continue to commit identity fraud.]

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

After sandwiches, Nancy turns to El. “Could you look for Barb again?”

El sets her mouth and nods. She glances at Steve, who also nods and moves to set up the living room again.

Eddie follows him in and picks up the blindfold. Steve doesn’t try to hide his smirk. “You’ve got questions, I’m guessing?”

Eddie shrugs, leans against the couch. Watches the fabric as he pulls it through his fingers. Right hand, left hand. Right, left. “Mostly thinking I was wrong about you. Even more than I initially thought.”

Steve smiles. “We never got to have this conversation in the future, but I do know what your bandana means.” He stops for a second, watches Eddie’s hands. Right, left. “I’m offering… not an olive branch, per se, but…”

“An invitation?” Right, left.

“Exactly.” He shrugs. “If there’s anything you want to know…” he trails off, lets it hang in the air.

Eddie smiles. “Just one thing.” He holds it up in his left hand. “Who d’you use it on?”

Steve grins and turns away, looking for the remote. “Myself.” His smile falls. “Or- I did. You heard about the Russians, right?”

Eddie steps up beside him. Offers him the blindfold. “Yeah. Makes sense.”

Steve shrugs. “I’d say if I could go back in time, but…” he gestures around with a grin, letting it widen when Eddie chuckles. “Turns out going back in time does nothing for the memories I already have.”

Eddie frowns. “Kinda fucked up, isn’t it? Your body reverted back to its sixteen-year-old self, but your brain is still twenty.”

“I mean, imagine me coming to school one day looking like this, and the next I come in with scars, looking half a decade older. People would talk.”

Eddie hums. “You’re probably right. Still, it can’t be easy, having those mental reminders with none of the physical.”

Steve grins at him. “Did you miss the part where I don’t have concussions?”

Eddie snorts. “Fair enough. Still, I bet the scars looked badass.”

“Very metal,” Steve agrees. “Y’know, if you’d survived? We woulda had matching scars.” He trails a hand down his side. “The bats ripped us both open. Woulda gotten me if you, Robin and Nance hadn’t gotten there when you did. You took on a bat with nothing but an oar from a rowboat.” He turns to look at Eddie. “You told me once, how you’re a coward. How you run.” He shakes his head, looks away. “You didn’t. Not when it mattered. And you won’t this time.”

“Maybe this time we’ll have matching not-scars,” Eddie says, then points at Steve. “And no concussions.”

“And no concussions,” Steve parrots, laughing. “If we have to deal with the Russians again, though? I’m definitely doing something different.”

“We,” Eddie murmurs, shrugging when Steve looks at him. “We’ll do something different. You think any of these kids are gonna leave you alone after this? You think Eleven will leave you alone?”

“I hope not,” Steve answers honestly. “And you? You’re staying?”

Eddie shrugs again. “You said I didn’t run when it mattered. Who’s to say this doesn’t matter just as much? I’m not running.”

Steve smiles softly at him. “You’re a good man, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie levels him with a look. “I sell weed, Steve.”

Steve snorts. “I’m well aware, dude, I’ve bought from you before. If all goes well, I’m planning on buying another.”

Eddie laughs. “Hell, man, if it all goes well, I’ll give it to you, free of charge.”

Steve winks. “I’ll hold you to it,” he says, then leaves Eddie to process while he goes to get El.

Of course wherever El goes, Mike’s not far behind, which means he, Dustin and Lucas follow, and of course Nancy follows, and since everyone else is already in there, Jonathan and Robin follow too, so they all end up crammed in the living room again, with bated breaths and tightly-held hands, as El settles in front of the TV and puts the blindfold on.

Finally, she speaks. “I see her. She is alive.”

Nancy slumps into the couch and lets out a breath.

Then El speaks again. “She does not have very long.”

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[punktactical]

OLDER , ace + ?

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summary ; ace finds out you like him. time to make his move! things don't seem to go as planned . . . (highschool au)

warnings ; cussing , older man - younger woman , crackfic-ish? , fluff.

a/n ; requests r open, that's all i've got to say

★

★

everyone knew you had a thing for ace, it was no secret.

you always asked to be partners in projects, always coming over to his house, and always finding excuses to be close to each other. so when ace finally found out, he was ecstatic.

"holy shit, [y/n] likes me?" sabo rolled his eyes, frowning. "didn't you know? it's obvious as hell." ace shakes his head, slightly flustered. he always thought you were cute but he never thought you'd fall for someone like him. luffy chewed on his granola bar, smacking loudly. "so are you guys getting married?" ace screeched, glowing red. "no, what the hell? that's for grown ups, luffy!" sabo snapped his fingers, bringing ace's attention back to him. "so what're you going to do now with this information?" ace shrugs, rubbing the back of his head. "ask her out, i guess." luffy raises his hand, grinning.

"there's a dance this friday after school, how about you ask her to the dance!"

so that's how ace got here, standing in the middle of the hallway with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a teddy bear in the other. sabo looked around the corner, before turning back around with a whisper-shout. "here she comes! get ready!" sabo and luffy rush to hide, while ace gulps down his nervousness. he can hear your sweet giggles down the hallway, chatting with your friends. he could listen to you all day.

you finally turn the corner, stopping in your tracks. there stood portgas d. ace, your close friend, holding a bouquet of flowers for god knows who. your group whispered amongst themselves, before nudging you forward. ace grins sheepishly at you, before holding the items out to you. quirking an eyebrow up, you question him. "what's this all about?" with a shaky breath, he answers -

"do you wanna go to the dance with me this friday?"

your friends squeal, obviously taking videos capturing the cute moment. you smile, cheeks warming a shade of red. "of course, ace." you grab the items and wrap your arms around him. he smiled into your shoulder, arms snaking around your back. he felt like he had finally won at life.

the day of the dance had finally come around, leaving ace anxious. does he look good? does he look stupid? why wasn't his hair cooperating, damn it! as he continued to fuss over his appearance, a looming figure crosses over him.

"ace?"

the raven-haired boy shrieks, spinning around. it was that damn old man, garp. he laughs at the younger boy, arms crossed over his chest. ace grumbles, pouting slightly. "can you not sneak up on me? i'm busy right now, grandpa." the older man shakes his head. "what's got you so worked up?" ace brushes through his hair, a soft blush collecting on his face. should he tell him? nah, he'll embarrass him even more -

"ace is going to the dance with his girlfriend." luffy speaks between chewing, a piece of chicken in his hand. "fuck you!" ace barks, stomping away to his room. he can hear garp's boisterous laugh from downstairs, taunting him.

★

"do you really need to drive me to the dance?" ace was currently sitting in the back of garp's car, arms crossed pathetically. garp shakes his head. "no, but i just wanna see yer little girlfriend." he grins, flashing his teeth in the rear view mirror. ace sneers at him. "why? you've met her before, it's [y/n]." garp's eyes widen, grin deepening. "her? that sweet girl? why'd she go as low as you?" ace is about to go off on him, before feeling a buzz in his pocket. snatching his phone out of his pocket, his face lights up at the text displayed.

' meet u there <3 cant wait to see u in ur fit xx '

he melted at your text, responding with a heart. garp looks at the boy through the mirror, smirking. "she textin' you?" ace nods, eyes never leaving his screen.

★

ace hops out of the car, waving goodbye to garp. "bye? i still need to take picture of you two, you're growing up real fast, ace!" grumbling, ace rubs his face. why did he need to keep embarrassing him? "ace, over here!" there it was, that sweet voice. the one he could listen to all day. his head snapped in the other direction, catching you in your dress, jaw dropping. you looked gorgeous.

"ace, go pose with your girlfriend!" garp smacks him on the back, sending him forward. "s-she's not my girlfriend, grandpa!" ace growls, standing next to you reluctantly. garp waltz over, a grin plastered on his bearded face. "you look lovely, [y/n]." you smile, shyly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "thank you, sir." he chuckles.

"just call me garp, sweetheart."

you blush, watching him position his phone before taking the picture. "you both look great, less ace though."

"whatever, you can go now!" ace ushers him back to the car. "i'll be back to pick you up, see you kids later." he winks at you before finally driving off. ace sighs, relieved, turning back to you. "[y/n]? you okay?" you have a dazed look on your face, a bright red dusting your cheeks. "ace."

"your grandpa is so fucking hot."

his face dropped, eyes widening in horror.

maybe that's why you always wanted to go to ace's house, to see garp, not him.

who knew?

[scarlet-sam-chaos]

poseidon would like to know where the mortal repellent is ✨

“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?”

He squinted again. No he didn’t but- Ithaca? Oh, that's where he wanted to go, wasn't it? Home. Thats where Penelope was-

Odysseus, eyes barely focusing, staggered forward. "Penelope?" he croaked, his voice cracking. "Is it really you?"

His crew were all kneeling. Well, Penelope deserved no less.

Or, Odysseus, exhausted and delirious after 9 days of being awake, mistakes Poseidon for Penelope. This changes everything and nothing.

or, i wrote another crack fic. yall seemed to like the ody/zeus one anyway 😂