#this has been half done for a while now but finally pushed through once A Phantom Neuroma was all finished
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Best Dressed
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Fallen Hero Series - Malin Rydén
Rating: Teen
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationship: Ortega/Sidestep
Characters: Sidestep, Ricardo Ortega
Additional Tags: Gender-Neutral Sidestep, post-crash, innocent ending, fluff and angst, sorta hurt/comfort, Sidestep mopes, Ortega tries to cheer them up, Ortega is an absolute menace
Summary: "...what the hell are you wearing?"
As always if you're in a country that blocks Ao3 just dm me for a pdf.
#lads we're getting perhaps a Bit Silly in this one#this has been half done for a while now but finally pushed through once A Phantom Neuroma was all finished#glad I was able to finish it before we got the demo for the post-crash innocent ending#fhr#fallen hero#chargestep#my fics#ortega is an absolute menace to society#A Phantom Neuroma was a sorta companion angst sink for this fic#they aren't linked#but it let me move the angstier side of being stuck at ortega's out of the way so this fic could be more fluffy
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Hi! How are you doing? I love your writing btw, youâre definitely one of my favourite writers đ
I donât know if anyone has asked this yet, but enha legal line + aftercare?? What theyâd do, how theyâd act kind of thing? Maybe even how theyâd like to be taken care of? Itâs perfectly okay if you donât want to do this đ€
hi hi!! Iâm a little sick rn but doing good because Iâm finally done with school >:3 also u make me blush sweet anon⊠Iâm glad my stuff makes you happy!! sorry it took a minute to get around to this but Iâm indulging in some softer stuff while I sniffle away in bed :,) thanks for the request!!
Enhypen and Aftercare (OT6)
pairings: Enhypen legal line x reader
warnings: 18+, minors dni, mentions of sex but not pure smut, fem bodied!reader
Heeseung
His face contorts into an expression halfway between pain and pleasure as he slow lying inches his sensitive length out of you, a breathless âhahhâ escaping him as he shivers, collapsing onto you. It pulls an unexpected grunt out of you, followed by a series of giggles as he borrows into your neck, huffs of hot air tickling your sensitive skin.
âWhat the fuckâ he whines out. You feel his hands squeeze your hips âyour pussy is crazyâ. The seriousness in his voice has you caught between a belly laugh and a faux scandalized gasp, swatting his ass gently as you scold him for such crude words. âIâm serious! You. Your body. Youâre just perfectâŠâ small pecks between each word, sleepy yawns, and a dopey heeseung clinging to you like a koala. Has fallen into the routine of fucking you before bed, claims itâs âthe only way I can sleep now. Need you so badâ, and it might just be true because you can already feel the gentle vibrations of his snores against your collarbone.
Jay
Donât play rn Jay is literally the embodiment of doting aftercare. The routine is locked and mf loaded. After he bullies your cunt until itâs sore and you are sure you canât walk, this pillow talk starts. This part is just as much for you as it is for him, because he doesnât think he could walk right now either. Promises of a future together, a catch-up on how your days have been, chats about if you liked the newest thing he introduced to your romp in the sheets. Just hearing your sweet voice cut through the quiet of night is enough to reground him (plus, he really does care about what you have to say).
I think heâs a little lazy with clean up, keeps a pack of wet wipes at the bedside table to give you both a once over, makes a half-promise to shower with you in the morning, and then rolls over to spoon you, peppering light kisses down your neck as your naked bodies intertwine to watch an episode of your guysâ favorite tv show. To Jay, aftercare is just as intimate as the actual sex. Unintentionally romantic in every way.
Jake
Heâs the one that needs the most extensive aftercare, and come on, doesnât he deserve it? He will eat you out for hours until you are kicking and squealing and prying him away by his hair. He will fuck into you from behind like itâs his sole purpose on his earth. And when all is said and done, he can hardly talk, slipping between English and Korean as he mumbles out a mix of curses and âso good, princess, so goodâ.
We wants you to play with his hair, curling up into your chest and peppering light kisses across your skin. He wonât admit how his heart skips a beat when you coo out a soft âgood boyâ to him, instead, he playfully bites you in retaliation. He wonât say anything about it, though. He loves the extra soft treatment, itâs like a reward for pushing himself to his limits to make you feel good.
Sunghoon
Heâs such an angel. Heâs sweeping you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom. It doesnât matter how big you are, he insists on carrying you because you are his baby (âyou know, I donât lift all those weights for nothingâ cue the cheesy flexing). Lets you soak in the shower for a bit while he changes the sheets and prepares pajamas for you. Big believer in actions speak louder than words.
âWas I too rough on you today?â he pouts, slipping into the shower after finishing his post-coital rounds and eyeing the redness that has stuck around on the meat of your ass. No amount of reassurance of you liking it will erase the worried expression, eyebrows drawn together and lips pressed into a thin line. The only thing that makes him stop, makes him burst out into laughter and splash water at you, is the promise you make to spank him next time around.
Sunoo
Iâm sorry but he is definitely crying afterwards. Yâall know Iâm not on the babygirl Sunoo agenda all the time, but this is something Iâm absolutely positive about. Heâs just so overwhelmed with emotion, so happy that you trust him to see you in such a vulnerable state, so happy to be with you, so in love with you, the tears are forming in his eyes the moment he watches you reach your finish underneath him. âMy pretty girlâ sniffle sniffle âyouâre so- fuck- so gorgeousâ. Doesnât matter how long you have been together, there is about a 50% chance of tears every time you guys fuck.
He tends to get embarrassed about crying like that so please give him lots of reassurance :(. Gets a little shy and whiny at vocalized praise, but loves gentle back rubs and showers together. Let him wash and dry you, he likes to feel like he is taking care of you just as much as you take care of him <3.
Jungwon
Iâm sorry heâs so silly and sweet after. Needs to make you laugh after an intense moment. Eases his mind to see you so happy after being so vulnerable (firm believer in the wonie softie agenda). Still naked as the day he was born as he playfully wrestles with you in the sheets. Heâs right next to your ear, letting our exaggerated high-pitches moans and squeals of âwonnie harder!â. He giggles at your indignant protests, reassuring you that he loves how you canât get enough of your âvery hot and sexy boyfriendâ.
He seems like the type that needs to be constantly moving, fetching you towels and water and hand feeding you snacks. âAnything for you, babycakesâ. Cheesy ass grin while calling you corny pet names in a teasing voice, dodging the pillow you launch his way.
END.
a/n: reminder that requests are open. I have some to work through and might not do all requests I get, but I love hearing from yâall :3 also this isnât proofread, just like every thing else đ xx - princess
#enhypen x reader#enhypen reactions#enhypen smut#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#enhypen hard hours#enhypen x y/n#enha scenarios#enha reactions#enha x reader#enha smut#enha imagines#enha x y/n#heeseung x reader#jay x reader#jake x reader#sunghoon x reader#sunoo x reader#jungwon x reader#xxsunoosprincess#requests for sunooâs princess!!#enhypen jay x reader#enhypen jake x reader
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No Man's Land |3|
Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader
Summary: Sam canât help but be drawn to the cute stranger from her gym, even if everything about them makes them the perfect suspect, just when Ghostface has returned.
Warnings: Fighting, Stabbing, Attempted Murder
Word Count: 2.6k+
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Sam tossed and turned in her bed. She had been trying to fall asleep since she got back from her therapy session. She sat up in her bed, running a hand through her hair. She glanced out the window, watching the raindrops slide down the glass. A light rain had started right after she got home, it just now seemed to be stopping a couple hours later.
She slid out of bed, stretching her arms and legs. She walked over to the window and checked that it was locked, even though she had done so before she got into bed, just like she did every night. She pushed off the windowsill and made her way out of her room. She didnât hear any talking or the TV playing, which told her everyone else had finally gone to sleep.
She passed Taraâs room first, making sure to stop and check on her sister. She gently opened the door, making sure to go slow enough that it wouldnât creak. Tara always rolled her eyes when she caught Sam checking in on her, but unless they were in the middle of arguing Tara didnât seem to say anything about it, Sam thought Tara might have actually appreciated this part of her overprotectiveness. When Sam peeked her head around the door, she saw Tara sprawled out on her bed, peacefully sleeping, one of her arms was half hanging off the bed. Sam couldnât help but smile at the sight, she was glad her sister could still sleep even with the potential of Ghostface out there again.
Sam gently closed the door as she stepped back into the hall. She hated the door being closed but it was the one thing she compromised on with Tara. She knew if she made Tara keep her door open all the time, she would be crossing the line, and her paranoia would truly be taking over their lives.
As she crossed through the kitchen she peeked her head into the living room. Chad was clutching half his blanket tight against his chest as he was reclined back in the recliner. He occasionally shifted, adjusting himself in the chair and gripping the blanket tighter. Sam shook her head at the sight, somethings never changed, Chad used to do the exact same thing when Sam would babysit him, and heâd pass out on the couch or chair while everyone watched a movie.
Sam silently chuckled at the sight of Mindy and Anika sprawled out on the couch. Anika was cuddled into Mindyâs side, her arms wrapped around Mindyâs waist. Mindy had her right arm wrapped around Anika, holding her close, while her other arm was stretched across the couch, hanging off the side, and her head was thrown back, her mouth half opened as she not so quietly snored.
Sam moved back into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator only to see it bare. It had been a second since they had done any grocery shopping and with the twins constantly coming over, they were running out of food much quicker than theyâd normally would. She let the door gently close and when she was glancing around the kitchen her eyes landed on the pizza box still sitting on the dining table. She shrugged and flipped open the lid, seeing exactly one slice left. She quietly laughed to herself, it was better than she was expecting if she was being honest, with Chad around there was hardly ever leftovers. She grabbed the slice and took a bite, enjoying the taste of cold pizza.
Once she finished her pizza she paced back and forth a bit, trying to calm her mind. She hadnât stopped thinking about Ghostface possibly being out there, about what detective Bailey said about the two students that were killed. If they were planning on trying to kill her and Tara but they died instead, that meant someone really wanted to kill them their self. Sam wasnât sure who she could have possible pissed off enough to want to murder her. Then she remembered she didnât have to do anything, her existence was enough to make her ex want to pretend to fall in love with her and then try and kill her, all because her dad was Billy Loomis.
Sam ran a hand through her hair, she tried to shake off the excess energy she had from all the anxiety. âFuck it,â she whispered. She didnât think as she grabbed her gym bag and filled her water bottle.
She made sure to scribble a note in case Tara or any of the others woke up. She did a quick once over of the apartment before walking out the door, her gym back slung over her shoulder. She triple checked the locks before she made her way down the stairs. She knew it was stupid to go off on her own, in the middle of the night no less, but there was only one thing that she knew for sure calmed her. Working out in the middle of the night always seemed to help her de-stress more than anything. She kept telling herself she would only be gone an hour as she began the walk to the gym.
Sam looked both ways as she crossed the parking lot, it was three in the morning and there was no one in sight. Sam still couldnât shake the feeling of being watched, she wanted to right it off as her paranoia getting to her, but she couldnât help but wonder if Ghostface was truly back. She kept replaying checking on Tara and the twins and locking the apartment in her mind. They were all together, they were all safe, she locked the door, she triple checked that it was locked, but she wasnât there. If anything happened, she wasnât there.
She knew she shouldnât have left them home alone, especially not with Ghostface most likely back but she needed to calm her nerves. She couldnât stand being in that apartment and not moving. She just kept telling herself that Ghostface usually has a plan and Sam highly doubted that plan involved attacking everyone at the apartment when Sam wasnât there, that didnât seem like Ghostface.
Sam swiped her card and waited to hear the little buzz before flinging the door open. As soon as she stepped into the entryway the lights started to kick on. Sam wasnât sure if they were emergency lights or what but after regular gym hours only a few lights turned on and it was always when the person was in that area of the gym.
Sam looked around the room, besides where she was standing the only lights that were on were the ones that were always on around the perimeter of the room. Even though she didnât see any cars in the parking lot she knew that didnât necessarily mean the gym would be empty. She didnât see any sign of life though. Even though being in an empty gym alone always put her on edge, she was happy for the alone time. She was sure if anyone else was in the gym at the moment she wouldnât be able to take her eyes off them, assuming they were there to stalk and kill her.
Sam sighed as she walked over to the treadmills. She dropped her bag on the bench next to the treadmill and took out her water bottle. She plopped her water bottle into the cupholder on the machine and began changing the settings. She started slowly walking as the machine got going, popping her earbuds in before it got too fast. Just like before she started off with a light jog, she just needed to work out for an hour or so, exhaust herself enough so she could fall asleep.
She had just started to relax and lose herself in a song when she caught movement of a black cloak out of the side of her eyes. Sam jumped to the side, balancing herself on the right side of the treadmill just as a knife slashed against the controls of the machine. Samâs eyes went wide as she stepped back off the machine, Ghostface stood before her, tilting his head back and forth as he held the knife at his side.
âFuck,â she whispered. She knew this was a bad idea, she should have never left the apartment, she knew better than to go off on her own. Ghostface being here at least meant Tara and the others were most likely safe.
Sam walked backwards, weaving her way between the other workout machines. Her eyes never left Ghostface as she slowly followed, getting ever so close with each step. She knew it was only a matter of time before Ghostface ran at her, luckily the one thing she had on Ghostface was that she knew the gym like the back of her hand. Sometimes being paranoid paid off, she scoped out the layout of the gym, memorizing where everything was and where all the exits were the first day she ever stepped foot in the building.
Ghostface suddenly stopped in their tracks making Sam suck in a breath. She could practically see the smile behind the mask. She didnât need to turn around to know exactly what was behind her. The far-right wall was all brick, lined with weights, the only places for Sam to go was either rush Ghostface and dodge his knife or take her chances by running to the right because on her left was more gym equipment and the windows to the front of the gym.
Sam continued to back up until her back bumped against the weight rack. She steeled her expression. Ghostface slowly stomped forward, his movements calculated but clearly not thinking she was a threat. Sam stared straight into the dark abyss that was the eyes of the mask, her hand felt around behind her until she finally gripped the handle of one of the weights.
As soon as Ghostface raised his knife Sam tightened her grip on the weight and swung it around with all her might. The weight smashed against Ghostfaceâs hand, sending the knife clattering to the floor. She didnât hesitate to take off to the right, not bothering to go for the knife. She just needed to get away and get back to Tara.
Sam ran through the gym, the lights clicking on behind her as she passed under them, running too fast for most of them to catch up to her. She jumped over one of the benches but didnât slow down. She slid when she made a sharp left turn, aiming for the front door.
Ghostface slid in front of her right, making her come to a hard stop before she crashed into him. He didnât hesitate this time to slash his knife at her, making her lean back, watching as the blade just barely missed her.
Ghostface stalked forward, slashing his knife and making Sam back up once again. She clenched her jaw and glared at the mask figure; he was blocking the front door. She glanced to her left, seeing the glow of the red exit sign in the far corner. She had never gone out that way before, if the door opened it set off an alarm, but she knew it spilled out into an alley. She didnât really want to end up in a dark alley in New York with Ghostface chasing her, but it seemed to be her best bet.
Sam made a dash for the door, but Ghostface jumped over one of the benches putting himself between her and the door again. She raised her arm when he swung his knife, slashing her forearm this time. Ghostface moved to slash her again, but she stepped back, tripping over a weight someone had left out.
She brought her other hand to her arm, trying to stop the bleeding as best as she could. She backed up until she hit the bench behind her. She could only watch as Ghostface stood tall above her. There was another flash of movement out of the corner of her eye, and something slammed into Ghostface, sending them stumbling back.
Sam couldnât help the way her mouth fell open at seeing you standing tall, you were the only thing between Sam and Ghostface. Sam could only look up at you, you had seemingly come out of nowhere. She caught the light from the showers out of the corner of her eye, that must have been where you had come from, you had to have been at the gym before Sam ever got there.
You stepped forward, tilting your head as you looked at Ghostface. Your back was to her, but Sam couldnât see any fear in the way you carried yourself. Ghostface stumbled backwards as you continued forward. Sam had never seen Ghostface intimidated by someone without any weapon.
Ghostface finally seemed to figure themselves out as they gripped the knife tighter and began slashing wildly at you. You leaned from side to side, effortlessly dodging each slash as if you had all the time in the world. You just kept moving forward, forcing Ghostface to walk back, getting further and further away from Sam.
Ghostface stabbed the knife at your right side, making you jump to the left to dodge it. He then stabbed at your other side, but you grabbed the punching bag and blocked the knife. As soon as Ghostface ripped the knife out of the punching bag sand began spilling out of it. You didnât wait to shove the punching bag, making it smack right into Ghostfaceâs chest.
Ghostface nearly lost their footing, Sam was surprised the hit hadnât sent them to the ground. They brought their free hand to their chest, definitely having the wind knocked out of them, theyâd surely have a major bruise in the morning. Ghostface tried to shake off the hit though and swung his knife again.
You caught his wrist midair, giving it a hard twist, making him lose grip of the knife. You reached out with your other hand, catching the knife before it could hit the floor then released your attackerâs wrist. You spun the handle around in your hand before you began swinging it at Ghostface.
Each slash of the knife held power, each slash with the intent to kill. You didnât hesitate to swing the knife; it was as if you had done this before. Sam was sure you could quickly close the distance and end Ghostface, but you were almost playing with him. Ghostface continued to scramble back until the back of their foot caught a mat and sent them to the ground.
You stood above Ghostface, tilting your head as you looked down at them. Sam held her breath as she waited to see what your next move would be. You flipped the knife in your hands, you looked quite comfortable with a knife, almost as if holding it were natural.
You raised the knife but before you could bring it down onto Ghostface another one came out of the shadows, stabbing you in the side. You collapsed to your knees, but you didnât drop the knife, you swung your arm, slashing the second Ghostface on the leg. The second Ghostface didnât attack again, they ran forward, helping the first one up and the two rushed out the exit, setting off the alarm.
You finally dropped the knife, falling back to the ground. Sam scrambled to you, pulling out her phone and dialing 911 as she kneeled down by your side. âItâs okay,â she whispered, pressing her hands to your wound. She tried to stop the bleeding as best as she could as she waited for help to arrive. She didnât understand why youâd help, why youâd risk your safety for her.
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#sam carpenter#sam carpenter x reader#sam carpenter x you#sam carpenter x fem!reader#sam carpenter imagine#samantha carpenter#samantha carpenter x reader#melissa barrera#scream#scream vi#scream 6#no man's land
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Broken Mind | Josh Washington x Reader
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Another day, another Until Dawn rewrite by yours truly <3
I've got Rami Malek on the brain again so I decided to revise this old 2016 fic I wrote about Josh being accompanied by Reader in the shed (after his prank reveal). Changed a few things around and added stuff from the prologue, but all in all the plot's the same (except they're together)
Anyways enjoy!
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"Hey, [y/n]. Got a special delivery for you."
Hearing the quiet giggles of the Washington sisters, you looked up from your phone and smiled upon seeing your boyfriend being held up by the two of them.
He looked plastered as hell and half-asleep, but his eyes were slightly open. The moment they landed on you, lopsided grin spread across his lips.
"[Y/n]...baby...?"
"Yes. It's me, Josh." With a chuckle, you put down your phone and assisted the girls in helping him lay on the sofa. You decided to let him rest on top of you, seeing as he already had his arms wrapped around your torso. "Jeez, so clingy, huh? How much did you drink?"
"Mhm...I forgot.." His words were slurred.
"Of course you did." Putting your arms around him, you lightly scratched at his scalp with your fingertips, hearing his hums of content as he looked to his sisters.
While Hannah left, Beth smiled back and took a picture of him being all cuddly with you, reminding herself to send to you later. After that, she finally left you both alone.
"They take good care of you."
"Yeah..they're..the best." Josh mumbled tiredly into your chest, hugging you tighter. "But 'm glad you're here...thank you for being by my side. I love you sooooooooooo much."
"Of course, Joshie. I love you, too." You chuckled, holding him close until he dozed off again, before you ended up falling asleep yourself, enveloped by the warmth of the cabin fire and the one you loved most.
He probably won't remember much of this in the morning, but that was fine.
For once, everything felt right in the world.
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"[Y/n], honey? Baby? Sweetheart?"
Blinking, you returned to the cold and cruel present, looking to the man tied to the post.
"Yes, Josh?" You sighed tiredly, wiping the blood from the corner of your lip.
"I'm pretty cold. How 'bout we loosen these restraints a little and-?"
"I'm sorry, but...I don't think that's a good idea right now."
"What? I....I can't believe it. You would let those jerks do this to me?!! Your boyfriend? After all I've done for you?!!" Angrily, Josh tugged at his restraints, gnashing his teeth at you like some animal. "I feel hurt. Who does this to someone they love?!"
"First of all, I didn't tie you up. And second...you're not the only one who's gotten hurt tonight."
"If anyone deserves to feel hurt, it should be me! After what they did to my sisters..they had it coming."
As much as you wanted to snap at him for acting this way, you knew that he wasn't well, and getting angry right back wasn't going to make anything better.
Instead, you opted to look outside the shed, observing the snowfall while trying to ignore the sounds of him whining and struggling with the ropes.
Such sights used to calm your nerves, but now...it was nothing more than a grim reminder of how long and unforgiving this night has been, and how there's still a few hours until sunlight and rescue arrived.
How did you get here?
Well, it was supposed to be a reunion between friends.
You and Josh were still together after the horrible tragedy that befell his sisters exactly one year prior, and you were with him through the long days he spent trying to isolate himself, and the difficult nights he spent wishing he didn't wake up at all.
You stayed with him no matter what.
No matter how many times he tried pushing you away...you always stayed. And while he didn't express it as much as he wanted to, he appreciated it.
That's the only reason why he didn't subject you to the "prank" he had laid out for the rest of the group.
You knew his passion for film projects, having helped him with some small YouTube ones yourself. You knew that this year, he wanted to do something to "really bring the gang back together", and you let him be when he insisted on working alone.
God, why didn't you press him on what exactly this prank entailed?
Why didn't you pick up the signs that he was off his meds?
What he enacted was horrific beyond measure--a prank that you didn't even think he was capable of carrying out.
One that seemed so real that you were almost convinced that you lost him to a murderer.
When Chris came to you sobbing in remorse over how the "Psycho" tricked him into killing your boyfriend, you didn't know what to feel. You wanted to see the body to confirm it, but given his and Ashley's reactions..it wasn't worth scarring your eyes or mind over.
It left you unbelievably sad and numb, although you were left confused when through his blubbering, he admitted that the saw blade was rigged to kill Josh despite choosing to save him.
That was the first sign that you knew something was off.
You didn't know anybody that held a massive grudge against him to the point of rigging a trap to murder him only.
But only after Josh revealed everything to Chris, Ashley, Sam, Mike, and you....that's when it all made sense.
And you felt betrayed.
You couldn't believe he'd orchestrate this whole scheme behind your back.
How could you have been so naive and trusting?
You felt like you should have known what he was up to. The others gave you suspicious looks and even Mike wondered for a moment if you were an accomplice...but you weren't.
That was the truth.
You had no idea.
Now all you felt was lingering guilt and festering anger that this was Josh's twisted idea of "revenge" against the people who didn't even kill his sisters. Against people like Chris who didn't even know what happened until he woke up.
And in a way, you felt like it was against you for not waking him up in time to stop the prank that led to Hannah and Beth running out of the cabin.
No matter how many times he claimed you had nothing to do with it, you felt like he was punishing you, too.
So now, you, Chris, and Mike have taken him away from the others, to a shed where he couldn't hurt anybody. Apparently Jess was dead, and despite his insistence that he didn't kill her....Mike didn't believe a word he said, having seen her body firsthand in some mining elevator.
Then when he started making lewd comments about Chris and Ashley, both of the men were growing agitated, debating on whether to make him shut up by force or not.
Finally, you intervened before they could decide, offering to watch over him until sunrise. You're the only one who had a small chance to talk some sense into him and make him realize his mistakes.
Mike was reluctant to leave you alone with him, thinking he'll guilt trip you into letting him go, but you convinced him and Chris you'll be fine.
There were some...scary things you've seen out in the woods earlier, and the last thing you wanna do is leave Josh alone with them nearby.
Even after all the shitty things he did, even after faking his own death...you still loved him.
You didn't believe he murdered Jess.
That's not what Josh would do.
"Your sisters wouldn't have wanted this." You quietly said, looking back at the wide-eyed man. "I wish things were different that night. I wish they didn't get humiliated. God, I wish Hannah had talked to me instead. But this...all of this was wrong, Josh. What happened doesn't justify-"
"But it worked, didn't it? Listen, I...I-I didn't want anyone dead." He stammered. "I just wanted to see that same terror on their faces. And I got them good! I got you all!!"
"...did you have to give Ash a black eye, though?"
"Look, she stabbed me with scissors! And it still hurts like a motherfucker."
You just gave him an expression that read "well I would have too if a killer was chasing me", and he seemed to understand...given how his shoulders slumped with defeat.
"Baby, 'm sorry..this...was not how our night's supposed to go. But you know what? I'm glad I was the only one laughing! Because NOW THEY KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ON THE OTHER SIDE!!" Tears of anger pricked his eyes as his voice unexpectedly rose.
You whole body tensed, but you stayed calm, knowing he's only lashing out. "Josh, I know they hurt you. And hurting them back might feel good..but you hurt me too by faking your own death and not telling me how far you intended to take this prank."
"..you would've stopped me if I told you." He mumbled.
"Well maybe I should've been more persistent." You huffed. "If I was, we wouldn't be here. We wouldn't have to talk about why Jess died and why you seem to be the prime suspect-"
"I swear to god, it wasn't me! I don't even know where she is!" Josh snapped, before he curled up, like a child in timeout. "Mike..he wouldn't explain the wheres and whens. He just kept hitting me, pushing me..telling me to shut up...but I didn't do it...I swear. Please, please believe me, [y/n]. I'm sorry that you got roped into this. I-It's..the..the last thing I wanted.." His voice softened. "I'm sorry I've been bad..."
Slowly, you could see bits and pieces of the Josh you once knew coming back. His mind wasn't all there, of course, but you've known him forever.
You should be thinking with your brain and not your heart.
But....
You still love him, and believe in second chances.
"Joshua."
He perked up, anticipating the worst as you pulled up a chair to sit in front of him. For you to say his name like that couldn't have been good.
Maybe you were gonna side with all the rest of them and spit on him.
Maybe you were gonna say that you're leaving him alone here, as Dr. Hill had warned would happen.
Maybe you were finally going to tell him what an unforgivable monster he wa-
"I believe you're innocent. You're not one to take a life. No matter what they say." You suddenly spoke, putting a hand to his soot-coated cheek
Almost immediately, his twitching stopped, and he stared straight at you.
It's like you put him in a trance.
"I'm not gonna leave you."
"..e-even though I've been..all messed up?" He asked cautiously. "I-I mean..I haven't been a good boyfriend lately..."
"That hasn't stopped me from being there for you before." You chuckled. "We're gonna work through this. Even if it's just you and I."
"............"
"I believe you when you say you didn't kill her. Do you believe me?"
It took him a few moments to study your expression, seeing the genuine care and warmth in your eyes. Despite all the horrors you've seen tonight, there was still a spark of hope in them.
That was the light he needed.
"...I-I do..I really do." He sniffled, resting his head on your shoulder, grateful that you didn't push him away despite being covered in dirt and fake blood. "'m sorry...I-I don't deserve you."
"Oh, honey..." You put your arms around him, sighing softly as you felt him tremble against you, tears slowly dampening your jacket. At this point, you knew you got him back, and you were so relieved. "We'll figure something out. Just stay with me."
"You don't think I'm a monster..?" He asked through his sobs. "I mean, everyone treated me like one...you've seen them.."
"....I know. Neither of us can change how they feel. But listen, the only monster here is-"
All of the sudden, a shrill inhumane screech echoed from somewhere outside, deep in the woods, interrupting the tender moment between you two.
Josh sat up with a start, his tearful eyes wide and terrified as he looked to you. "Wh-What was that?"
"That's the real monster I was gonna mention. They call it the Wendigo. Hang on." Crouching down, you managed to find a small pocketknife on his toolbelt, using it to cut the ropes binding him. "It's fast. But it's blind as fuck. We need to get out of here."
Nodding, he got up as quickly as he could, having no time to rub his aching wrists as you grabbed his hand.
The shrieks became louder, forcing you two to hide further inside the shed, sticking close to the back wall where the shadows were darkest. "Shit. Don't move a muscle, okay?"
His breath hitched as the wendigo dropped down in front of the entrance, creeping inside the small building to look for prey. But he took your advice and tried staying still.
You could practically hear you own heartbeat as you held your breath, thumping louder and louder as the creature wandered around. Josh watched it scrape its claws along the wall, creating a sound most unpleasant in an attempt to make him flinch.
It then made direct eye contact with you both.
While you managed to keep perfectly still, you could hear Josh's quiet whimpers, indicating he had a much harder time considering how jittery he was earlier.
All you could do was hope and pray it would leave.
Otherwise...both of you were dead.
Just when you thought your boyfriend was going to lose it completely, the distant snapping of a branch caused the wendigo to turn at blinding speed and sprint out of the shed, returning to the surrounding woods.
"Okay...thank christ.." Letting his hand go, you took a breather, only to see that he was still standing rigid. His eyes showed nothing but pure terror, as he began mumbling something like "was it real" under his breath.
"Josh? Baby?" You shook his shoulders a bit, and he blinked several times, coming back to reality. Relief immediately crossed his face as he realized you were still here. "It's okay. It's gone."
"Tha....That thing w-was real?"
"Yes. I know how to outsmart it. But we can't stay here. We'll be safer at the lodge with the others. We just gotta keep our heads down until then."
"But..what about the-?"
"Don't worry about them. Let's worry about getting out of here, alright?"
Wordlessly, Josh nodded, practically clinging to your arm as you both headed outside and down the snowy trail. He kept mumbling incoherent things, reassuring himself that he was safe with you.
Obviously, he seemed pretty shellshocked, considering the monster he just encountered was real and not a product of his imagination.
He didn't know whether that was better or worse.
Either way, you allowed him to hold onto you, knowing he needed someone--anyone--to lean on right now. And fortunately you were exactly the person he needed.
The only one who could help him come back to his senses.
You swore to never abandon him, and you intend to keep that promise even after all that happened tonight.
You still loved him, and he loved you.
That hasn't changed.
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Boothil has me on a chokeholdI want to fuck him so bad.Maybe install a few softwares, up his sensitivity, play with his mind.. Or maybe a lewd virus.. Make him so horny and needy, his head can literally think of you fucking him so good..Or him accidentally plugging the wrong USB, thinking it's his usual data after rebooting, but it's your USB and it messed with him.. I want to fuck his pretty hole so bad
hi anon this is tasty oml
imagine his sensitivity's been all off, some kinda glitch maybe from an incident during one of his missions. one moment it's been too low, and the next (just like now) it's way, way too high. for every other touch it's just annoying, but every time you've brushed past him today, he's failed to mention his issue with just how aroused he feels himself getting. it's different when it's your touch.
when he finally bucks up and admits that he's been having issues, you're so caring, so much more considerate of his senses (he wishes you wouldn't be - he really just wants you to fuck him dumb every time you so much as graze him) as you set out a few USBs and ask him to wait while you go grab some other tools to fix up his sensors. he asks what they're for, and when you tell him they're various types of sensations compiled into USBs to better test each type of touch, he figures he might as well just get a jumpstart with the testing so he doesn't waste your precious time.
he opts for the USB sitting the furthest away. the fool, he hadn't even asked you what sensation each one was before trying it out. it could've been pain, a ticklish feeling, but no, he got arousal. it was like he was overwhelmed like an animal in heat at once, his eyes shooting open as his cock strained against his trousers painfully. images of you involuntarily flashed through his mind, and he had to fight to keep himself breathing normally, but it was no use...
you get back to find him practically humping the air, strands of black and white hair sticking to his forehead as he pants and moans and begs for your help. you're concerned until you see the USB sticking out of his port and realize at once what he's done, lightly chastising him (horrendous torture for him in this state, surely, to have your breath so gently tickling his ear as he suffers) on not touching your tools without asking you first.
unfortunately, it'd be too risky to go in and fix this via his inner wiring while he's this worked up... it might burn you with how much he's overheating. so the only solution is to fuck his brains out until he's at least semi-conscious enough to cool down. good thing you made sure he'd be able to fuck in any way a normal man could when adding his sensitivity! giving him all the facilities is coming in handy.
poor guy doesn't even have the time or mental faculties to ask why the hell you had an arousal USB among the testers present.
ooooh, maybe use a toy on his cock while you pound into him... it'll give you a nice view of his face while he's being completely overwhelmed, his eye filled with hearts, rolling back as his tongue sticks out from behind those pretty lips of his. a nice, slick onahole should do wonders to cool him down after one, three, five... maybe more orgasms, even as he begs you to stop despite his hips continuing to rut into the gadget. the fun thing about fucking a robot is that he can go a lot more than a human can, and as much as boothill tosses his head from side to side, actual tears beginning to spill, you can also see the drool beginning to fall from his lips, his lolling tongue as he groans your name over and over.
he's got a pseudo-prostate that you make sure to nail with precision every time your strap slides inside of him, the impeccable design of his insides allowing you to slip in and out with ease. you remove the onahole from his weeping cock (another feature that aids the toy and your current activities as a whole), pushing his legs up and folding him in half into a mating press, just to see if he can cum only from his prostate. and cum he does - his voice coming out higher and higher pitched as he wails in both euphoria and humiliation at your treatment of him.
finally, you slow when you realize he has indeed begun to cool. his eyes are rolled back, hair messy and splayed across the table, harsh scratches made by his metal nails into the steel table (somehow). he's not quite unconscious, but he certainly can't form any further words, his breathing heaving with small, scattered moans as he tries to regain himself. his emergency cooling procedure had kicked into high gear at last, aiding you in fixing up his sensitivity.
oh, but perhaps leave that special USB lying around. mark it clearly, and pretend not to notice when boothill digs through your messy desk to find it and plug it back in, acting for all the world that he didn't mean to use that special little one on himself again. he's got too much pride to admit it, after all. oh well, it seems you'll have to help him once more!
#sub boothill#boothill x reader#hsr x reader#sub hsr#boothill smut#hsr smut#katze works n/sfw#n/sfw#katze's secret corner#I got carried away oops#I also want to fuck his pretty hole anon... kindred spirit...
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DAY XII. â HAND HOLDING (DURING THE ACT)
cw: Fluff, Romantic Talk, Hand Holding, Cunnilingus, Aged-Up / Pro-Hero Time Skip, Fem! Reader. 18+ Only!
author's note: It was so interesting writing Deku. He's so cute but he's still an anxious dweeb who struggles to talk to girls. Enjoy!
word count: Approximately 1.2k words.
âUm, okay. Iâm not sure ifâwell, itâs just, Iâve never done anything like this before so I donât know if Iâll be able to perform at the kind of standard you might be expecting, whichââ
âIzuku.âÂ
Izuku pauses, the brows of his face pinched together and his pretty emerald eyes wide. Theyâre glossy with emotion, shiny underneath the dim lighting of your bedroom. His head rests in between your thighs, hands curled around the swell of your knees, fingers pinching into your skin. The way he looks at you makes you pause, but you just amend your surprise with a half moon of a smile.Â
âItâs okay, really. I donât expect you to be an expert at this. I mean, Iâm sure I wouldnât be good going down on you either.âÂ
A distinct little yelp squeaks in the back of Izukuâs throat before he quickly flings his gaze off to the side, red flames igniting and powdering across his face while he stammers a response.Â
âHa ha! W-Well, youâre great at everything you do, or, you have been, so Iâm sure youâd do great if you, uh, did g-go down on m-me. B-But weâre not talking about me right now! Iâm just trying to make sure that youâre comfortable with this, and thatââÂ
âIzuku.âÂ
Once again, his teeth snap shut, and his eyes meet yours.Â
âDonât think about it too much. Just do what your gut tells you. I know itâll feel good, donât sweat it.âÂ
Izuku gulps, but he nods, determined. His face shifts a little, and his body wiggles along with it. He tries to press himself further in between your legs, squeezing your knees before he starts to push them down so he can accurately lower his face to the meadows of your cunt. Izukuâs determination fades a little, cracks of doubt breaking through his facade before he swallows and scrunches his brow ridge. You stare at him fondly, content with observing him build up the courage to swoop forward and claim what already belongs to him. His locks sway along his forehead, full and curly, and they tickle your thighs with Izukuâs every subtle movement. One of your hands reaches for him, tapping his head in a wave gently before you start to pet him. Izuku jumps, quickly glancing at you before he blinks and looks down again.Â
âJ-Just tell me if you donât like this and want me to stop. IâllâŠâÂ
Izuku doesnât finish his sentence. Instead, he finally bows his head until his hot breath fans against the meaty lips of your cunt. Another swallow, but Izuku doesnât keep you waiting any longer. Heâs delicate and ginger whenever he connects your lips, his mouth is soft and warm, and you moan quietly at the sensation that unfolds beneath him. Itâs lightning, but itâs slow, itâs nothing real. Fire, but itâs dull, but toasty enough to feel like ice thawing from your body. The feelings start to weigh down on you, and your head collapses onto the pillow within a mere second of Izukuâs mouth against your cunt.Â
The fingers in his hair braid themselves, a shallow sort of attempt to ground yourself. Izuku pauses for a split second, probably listening for any signs of discomfort, but resumes once another moan floats from your chest. His mouth parts, and his tongue pokes out like a snake hidden within tall stalks of gross to lay a thin stripe over the seam of your cunt. You feel like youâre spinning on a carousel, faster and faster, and your thighs clench once Izukuâs tongue prods against your clit. Itâs hard, heavy, and thumping, eager to be touched and Izuku decidedly flicks it a few times. You groan each time, encouraging Izuku to tilt his head to the side so that he could suction his mouth against your clit. Both of your eyes roll back into your head, scattering like bowling pins smacked in the center, and a moan thatâs way too loud escapes you whenever Izuku starts to suck and tug your clit.Â
âW-What was that you were saying about not being good? Ahhh, haa, oh, Izuku, that feels so so sooo good. Donât stop, donât stop!âÂ
Your praise spurns Izuku on, and he starts to work his jaw in miniscule circles to lap at your clit and play it over his tongue like a meal, like food he wanted to savor, like a broth and soup that spreads love and health throughout his chest. You wondered what Izuku was thinking, you wondered if he was really enjoying this, but an ear-splitting slurp made your head dizzy and all thoughts flew out of your mind.Â
His belly is flat to the bed, but you can feel him start to crunch up, can feel whenever he starts to gyrate his hips. Izukuâs moving in a way that slides you further towards him, your knees are growing closer to your head by the moment, and his face dives deeper. His groans vibrate your body, too, and his chin is parting your cunt down the middle. Glaze is slick down your flesh, but Izuku just bobs and weaves his head, smearing you wet, like heâs gone.Â
âLike that! Yeah, ohhh, yes, yes.âÂ
Izuku nods to the best of his ability, and youâre left gritting your teeth and groaning. You wonder if heâs asked how to do this or if heâs researched it himself because, fuck, heâs so good, but that thought is fleeting and all you can imagine is teasing him after this is over by returning the favor. Because heâs eating you out like heâs mad with a fever, like youâre cetirizine. Maybe heâs listened to you gush one too many timesâand that idea flatters you so badly, it makes you feel special to think someone is that dedicated to making you feel like this.Â
And whenever one of Izukuâs hands leaves your thigh, trailing down, leaving storms and electricity in his wake, you nearly gasp and cry out his name whenever he finds your free palm and taps it gently. You flex, trying to process everything, trying to focus on anything all at once but finding each feeling overlapping and overwhelming. Izuku traces his fingers up before he laces them between the gaps of yours, curling down over your knuckles and squeezing. Tears spring to your eyes, fresh and new, and you start to pant, chanting Izukuâs name with every molecule of air you sip through.Â
You can feel this burning, this reality that is starting to compress the rims of your belly. Itâs down, but then itâs shivering and shuddering throughout your thighs all the way down to your stretching toes. But then itâs up, making your shoulder recoil and your chest bounce like a gunshot.Â
Izukuâs hand is in yours, and yours is in his. You return his hold, losing yourself to the intimacy of him, of Izuku, of your lover, of your pleasure. His mouth seems to suck you in, through a drain and tumbling into the rabbit hole, and youâre crying before you can catch yourself. Itâs getting to be too much, the way you seem to slowly implode, and your back arches before Izukuâs name is your death rattle.
And you squeeze again, hands intertwined, and Izuku holds you all the way through your orgasm.Â
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PAIRING Vampire Eddie Muson x Female Reader
SUMMARY One eerie night on your way home from work, you nearly run over someone whoâs already supposed to be a dead man. As the truth slowly comes to light, an unlikely friendship formsâand begins to grow into something more. [fluff, mild angst, mentions of blood, 7.3k]
A/N There's no shame is coming back a little wrong. Here's to Halloween 2024!
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The relentless staccato of the drums reverberating off the walls pulses in time with the headache cruelly settled in the front of your head. Itâs no fault of Jim, the young kid beating away for a committed crowd of ten. Rather, itâs the culmination of an entire evening's worth of noise. Of fulfilling countless drink requests for half the thanks.
The Hideout seems to move in a delay as you finish wiping down your portion of the sticky bar. A little further down, your co-worker Alex pours whiskey for an older man with a wild head of silver hair.Â
When youâre done, you head to the breakroom, weaving through sweaty bodies on the way. Shift officially over, you gather your belongings with quick hands, moving on autopilot as you so often do nowadays.Â
Reprieve only comes after youâve pushed through the back door and stepped into the night. The air welcomes you with a cool stillness. A stillness that didnât exist up until a year ago when the ground shook and the heavens turned red for a short period of time. Those who could afford to flee left Hawkins and never looked back. People like you stayed behind.Â
Thereâs been something different about the nighttime since that fateful day. Not only did the darkness deepen, but the nights themselves seemed to stretch longer. As if nothingness itself sought to swallow the town every time the sun made its descent. That reality doesnât scare you anymore.Â
On nights like tonight, thereâs an eerie beauty to it all.Â
The radio in your car bursts into pop when you start the ignition, but you kill it quickly. Tomorrow, youâd wake up, go to work, and do it all again.Â
Under the glow of the remaining streetlights, you cruise your way through a near ghost town. One hand guides the wheel while the other remains propped against your head. There are more boarded windows and abandoned lots than there are signs of life, all memorializing a time that once was but is no more.Â
As you turn onto Main Street, a dark flutter of movement catches your attention further ahead. You canât quite make out whatâs on the ground yet, but you slow down as a precaution.
It ends up being a black cat that scurries across the road, disappearing into an alleyway. What youâre not expecting is the figure that carelessly darts in front of you to chase after it. Slamming down on the breaks sends you lurching forward with a gasp. You donât realize your eyes are squeezed shut until you peel them open, heart pounding in your ears.Â
The figure, a man, as you can now make out, is on the ground on the other side of the street. He mustâve tripped over the curb in his haste. Propping himself up on his forearms, he glances in the direction the cat ran in as if debating to continue after it.Â
Instead, in an air of defeat, he plops onto his back and stares up at the void-like sky. Alarm bells go off in your head at the possibility of this being some sort of trap, but you crank down your window because too much concern has settled within your ribcage.Â
âAre you alright?â you call out to him. âIâm so sorry.âÂ
He just lies there, shifting ever so slightly.
Conflicted, you chew on your lower lip before finally deciding to get out of the car. The sound of your door snapping shut proceeds your hesitant footsteps as you pad over to him.Â
The faint smell of vanilla and stale beer had registered with him the moment you opened your door, but it intensifies as you near, right along with a deeper, more vascular scent. The latter of which intrigues a primal part of him he often fought to suppress. Helplessly, instinctively, he licks over his teeth as the gums above his canines begin to tingle.Â
You stop a few feet away as he sits up fully, hair long and disheveled. Thereâs an intensity to his gaze that isnât threatening or unkind, just strikingly observant. Like an owl seeing through what you want him to see, straight to the marrow of who you are.Â
In daring to look back into his eyes, you notice how theyâre as black as the night sky. His face is pale, cheeks are slightly gaunt.Â
He can see the moment you discard any notion of him being a threat, realizing how weak and pathetic he must look sitting on the ground. Embarrassment itches down his arms as he averts his gaze to the asphalt of the street. He canât even pay himself the dignity of standing.Â
âI didnât see you coming.â Your voice is too sweet. âDo you need help? Thereâs a phone booth over there, I could call someone for you.âÂ
âIâm alright,â he murmurs.Â
âAre you sure?â You study him for any signs of pain. âYouâre not hurt, are you?âÂ
âNever better.â It took a lot more than a good wipeout to hurt him nowadays.Â
He looks back up at you in hopes it will make you believe him. Thatâs when a sense of recognition kindles deep down within you. You repress it because it canât possibly be him.Â
âDidnât mean to scare you.â The cadence of his voice, though weighed with tiredness, is unmistakably familiar in this moment.Â
âWell, alright,â you finally say.Â
Walking back to your car and leaving him alone almost feels like a crime.Â
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Thereâs a distanced look in your eyes as you stare up at Robinâs ceiling fan. Itâs as still as you are, but the sunken cheeks of the pale stranger spiral around and around in your head. Itâs past midnight and dim lamplight paints the room in a soft, yellowed glow. There are posters all over the walls, which are still painted lilac from her childhood. Everything from the album covers of Madonna and Blondie to movies like Psycho and Star Wars.Â
The paper of her senior yearbook crinkles gently as she flips through the pages beside you. She stops when she finally gets to the senior portraits, pointing to Edward Munson as you flip onto your stomach to join her in looking. He has long hair, doe eyes, and a boyish grin. You stare at his face for a few quiet seconds, noting how much more alive he looked. Robinâs mouth opens a couple times but no words come out.Â
âI swear it was him, Rob.â Your voice cracks a little with the weight of your sincerity. âAnd he looked like he needed help. Like he may be going through something right now. Something bad. Drugs.âÂ
Robin abruptly flips the yearbook closed. âHeâs gone,â she says with the resolve of someone whoâs had enough time to stitch old wounds closed. You can understand that. Â
Considering the selfish discrimination that plagued Hawkins back at that time, youâre not even sure if the police department looked all that intensely. Maybe no more than a few echoing calls out into the woods for a couple days straight. They had better things to do than search for a troubled teen from Forest Hills Trailer park. The thought alone is enough to stir a sense of disgust within you, so you can only imagine how Robin feels being he was her friend.Â
Eddie got held back and was set to graduate alongside you in eighty-seven but you never crossed paths, only shot the occasional curious glance his way because there always had been something magnetic about him. It wasnât until Hawkins was rattled with the mysterious shaking that you befriended Robin, Steve, and some of their younger friends.Â
They were among the residents who didnât skip town even though they had the means to. Â
Robinâs cheeks have taken on a light flush, so you give her shoulder a squeeze. âIâm sorry to bring this up on a random Saturday night, but itâs all thatâs been on my mind,â you admit. âTo think that he could be out there on his own, scared to come forwardâŠâ you trail off, unsure of where youâre headed.Â
Her blue eyes look intently into yours. âYou donât go missing for that long and magically turn up alive⊠You just donât.â Thereâs a practiced steadiness to her voice.Â
With Eddie being someone youâd only ever seen in passing, you find yourself wondering why you wish her words were the furthest thing from the truth.Â
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Itâs quiet except for the whir of your bicycle wheels as you pedal back to your house the following morning. It feels like youâre gliding on the wind, bound to float up and away with a mere extension of your arms. The made-up tune youâre humming fades away when a slender black cat stops in the middle of the street about a hundred feet ahead, staring straight at you. It doesnât startle as you near.Â
The feline takes a few curious steps towards you as you dismount your bike, squatting down to make yourself look smaller and less imposing. Thatâs when you notice the collar around its neck that nearly blends in with its coat aside from the golden nameplate pendant. Luna.
âHi, Luna,â you coo, holding out your hand. She nuzzles into it. âThatâs such a pretty name. Youâre a sweet girl, arenât you?â She lets you scratch behind her ears as she blinks her big green eyes in languid satisfaction. Her fur is soft and clean, clearly from being taken care of. Â
âDid you run away from home? Is that what happened?â You take a quick look around even though youâre in the portion of town where the homes are tucked further back into the trees. Nobody seems to be outside looking.Â
When you stand, she gazes up at you before trotting away. Only then does it occur to you that she probably knows her way back home. But you canât shake the possibility that she was the same cat from two nights ago who was running from the dead man. So many pets had been displaced since the Shaking, but that didnât seem to be the case with her. A small smile pulls at your lips when she looks back at you with a soft mrrow.Â
Picking up your bike, you walk closer to her. Upon noticing youâve begun to follow, Luna starts walking again and you trail after her.Â
She eventually diverts off the street and under an A-frame barricade with a sign that reads: Private Property, No Trespassing. Now standing on a dirt road leading into the woods. When you stop, still on the road, she turns back to look at youâmrrrrow.
âI canât,â you say.Â
The sound of an approaching engine startles you. A police car that slows to a stop, rolling the window down to reveal a scrawny officer with an unkempt mustache, smoking a cigarette. He gives you a quick once-over.Â
âYou a friend of the guy who lives back there?â For someone living in the midwest, he has a thick Southern drawl. And an unfamiliar face, now that youâre thinking about it. Likely a new hire. What was even stranger than those who decided to stay in Hawkins was the handful of people who, for some reason, sought out the town.Â
Glancing back at the dirt road, you realize Luna hasnât moved. The officer lifts his brows in curiosity when your eyes settle back on him.Â
âIâyes. I am,â you say. Thankfully, he looks like he believes you.Â
âHowâs he doing? Chiefâs planning a welfare visit within the hour,â he says it like heâs trying to collect pieces of information for a puzzle heâs working out.
âI was actually just going to see him,â you lie. âIs there reason for concern?âÂ
The officer snorts and shakes his head, taking a long drag from his cigarette. âYou tell me. Nobody tells me a goddamn thing in this town,â he says. âIâll get someone to crack soon enough. You take care of yourself, sweetheart.â With that, he pulls off. Mrrrowâ
With a heavy sigh and buzzing nerves, you push your bike around the barricade and allow Luna to lead you down the road in a bouncy, graceful stride.Â
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Three crisp knocks at the door startles Eddie awake on the couch. One arm is hanging off and brushing against the rug. He blinks a few drowsy times before mustering up the willpower to stand, trudging to go peak out the front window. Itâs you and Luna. The way his heartbeat spikes makes him wish that no longer having a heart had been a part of the vampire deal. Youâre wearing baggy jeans and a cute oversized cardigan. Your bike is propped along the railing of the porch stairs.Â
Nobody was supposed to know about this place aside from a select group. A small part of him is happy to see your face again, but he knows this isnât good. The fewer people who know about him, the better. Perhaps that was merely a lie he told himself when he managed to escape Upside Down, but it had stuck. And for some reasonâwhether it be patience, pity, or an odd blend of bothâeveryone respected his wishes.Â
The house Eddie lived in now had been abandoned by a doomsday prepper. A surprisingly decent amount of supplies were left stored away in the basement. Chief Hopper had helped him move in a year ago after he returned from the Upside Down as a changed man. The chief had even found a reliable contact at the Hawkins Blood Bank for the sake of Eddieâs needs.Â
As tempting as the urges sometimes were, feeding on live prey wasnât sustainable. Drinking from blood bags was just as suitable.Â
Even when it comes to his friends, they make sure to look out for him as best they can. Offering their company, their support, their laughter. All things considered, he had the stability he needed to get back out in the world and chase after a semblance of normalcy. But he hadnât, not fully.Â
The amount of times he left the house, especially during the day, was far and few between. When he did, it was to go to Steveâs place, or Robinâs, or Dustinâs.Â
Now heâd fallen into funk like none other, insisting that nobody bothered him at all. For the first time since turning into a vampire, the desire to start living again was stronger than ever, yet it terrified him to his core. The last thing he wanted to do was for his cursed hands to end up tarnishing whatever good managed to come his way. He wouldnât be able to bear it, so he figured heâd save himself the disappointment by not trying at all.Â
It was killing him.Â
When he opens the door, youâre wide-eyed. Luna immediately strolls inside to circle in between his legs, proudly rubbing herself against them. As bad as he wants to scoop her up into his arms in relief, he keeps looking at you.Â
âEddie Munson?â you ask hesitantly. Â
He swallows. âYeah.â Â
âI knew that was you back on Friday.âÂ
Your eyes flick down to Luna, who gratefully peers up. âShe was out in the street trying to get help for you,â you say without a doubt. âAnimals always know.â Thereâs a brief flicker of emotion in Eddieâs eyes.Â
âIâd been trying to catch her that night.â He sounds ashamed, like he knows youâre right, âSheâs never run away before.â A brief moment of silence passes between the two of you.Â
âThereâs someone coming for a welfare check,â you tell him. âThe Chief of Police, I think. An officer stopped and told me.âÂ
Eddie palesâif thatâs even possible. A humorless laugh rises in his throat. âIâm sorry for getting you dragged into this messââÂ
âI wasnât dragged into anything,â you counter softly, searching his eyes. âItâs called life. Things happen, you meet people, time keeps passing by.Â
âEverything happens for a reason.â You offer a small, encouraging smile.
He feels a flutter in his gut that he hasnât felt in a long time. Youâre awfully pretty, and kind, and smell way too divine.Â
Itâs too far away for you to hear, but in the distance, thereâs a rumbling engine and the sound of tires turning onto the dirt road.Â
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Vampires were supposed to be bound to legends and myths. Not real, and certainly not in Hawkins in the form of a boy whose company you could easily learn to enjoy. Both Eddie and Chief Hopper stare at you, eagerly awaiting your response to the story they just told. Itâd practically been an entire oral history of Hawkinsâ woes, not solely about Eddie, but about Eleven, demogorgons, the Mind Flayer, and Vencaâall underscored by a depraved dimension called the Upside Down.Â
All three of you are seated in the charming living room, the sun beginning to set outside.Â
âLook,â Hopper says, running a thick hand down his face. âI know this is a lot. I wouldnât blame you if you ran off and told the whole town.â As he shifts, the buttons over his stomach strain. âBut before you do, just take a second andââÂ
âI wonât tell,â you promise. âI always knew this town was different. I could feel it,â you admit. âFor the first time in my life, I donât feel crazy anymore.âÂ
That resonates with Eddie. It was a strange, unforgiving town indeed.Â
âBut I think you guys already knew that,â you say. âThatâs why you even bothered to trust me.âÂ
Hopper glances at Eddie as if to say I like this one, sheâs solid. Eddie likes you too.
The boy straightens up. âAnd about Robin, Steve, and everybody else⊠I know they lied to you, but itâs only because I asked them to keep me a secret,â he says. âIf youâre upset about that, you have the right to take it out on me.âÂ
âNot while Iâm here,â Hopper quips, pushing himself up from the couch. âIf she does a number on you, I refuse to be a witness.â Heâs joking, and youâre grateful for the levity that works its way back into the room.Â
Eddie purses his lips in amusement, peeking over at you. You smile back. Â
âAnd for the love of God, can you get something in your system? You look like youâre withering away,â Hopper grouses. âIâm gonna swing back around tomorrow, and all those blood bags better be gone.âÂ
Youâre unable to stop yourself from snorting at what your life has suddenly become. If the sparkle in his eyes is any indicator, Eddie didnât seem to mind your amusement. Not even a little bit, not even at all.Â
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Gravel crackles beneath a set of tires as a vehicle rolls up out back. Youâre too far away to hear, but as Eddie hops out of his van, he can make out chatter and drums emitting from inside. The external lights of The Hideout are blown out, so itâs pitch dark as Eddie rounds to the passenger side to get his acoustic guitar and sling it over his shoulder.
Soon, his hand is meeting the cool handle of the back door, which doesn't budge when he tugs. Two years ago, it wouldâve. He was still learning how much time had altered in its wake. So He begins knocking instead.Â
Entering through the front would be simple enough, but he wasnât quite ready for everyoneâs eyes to fall on him at once.Â
Inside, Samuel, a man with a pirate hook in place of his missing hand, uses the metal prosthetic to push his empty glass closer to you for a refill. Eddieâs unheard knocking persists as you whistle for Alex to fulfill the manâs request in your place.Â
âGotta run to the bathroom,â you say.Â
When you make it to the back hallway, the knocking finally registers. Two girls with matching mullets come stumbling out the bathroom hand-in-hand, forcing you to press closer to the wall as you head to answer the door. A voice emerges from the other side as you do.Â
âHello? Iâm here toââ
Itâs Eddie, blending in with the darkness of the night except for his guitar and milky skin. Although, thereâs a bit more life to his complexion now. His curls tumble down onto his shoulders, denser and more defined as if heâd washed his hair recently. Heâs no longer wearing baggy clothes, so you can see the true broadness of his shoulders. The undeniable tone of his slim frame.Â
Under the weight of your observant gaze, he clears his throat, eyes flicking to the ground. âSorry. Itâs been a while,â he says. âI donât know what the protocol is for performers anymore.â Â
With everything youâve learned over the past few weeks, you werenât expecting him here. Youâd hung out with him several times since learning he was a vampire, but it was either at his house or somebody else's. Never out and about, and certainly not around other people.Â
His shoulders relax when you smile and open the door wider for him to come inside. He smells good as he brushes past you with tentative steps.Â
âThe green room is still where you remember it,â you call, trailing after him as he heads that way.Â
Itâs more of a supply room now. There are napkins, utensils, cleaning solutions, the whole lot. A few aux cords and other random pieces of sound equipment remain from back in the day.Â
Eddie pads over to a small shelf, filled with old inspection documents and financial forms, and carefully scoots the stack to the right. Curiosity gets the better of you as you go to look over his shoulder.Â
He can hear your breaths even though they arenât loud. The gentle, steady beating of your heart. He canât pretend it isnât what he came for.Â
Written in permanent marker against the wood of the shelf is a messy cluster of Corroded Coffin signatures dated with the year 1987. The year everything changed. Among the names, is his written in chunky capital letters, devil ears on either end.Â
âI never knew that was there,â you say fondly.
He turns around to face you. âWe thought we were so cool.â The memory makes him smile.Â
A brief moment passes of taking each other in. You break the silence, âIf you wanna perform, you can go out when the drums stop. Jim gets up there every evening and eventually wears himself out. I say heâs got another five minutes left in him.â
âEveryoneâs got their process,â Eddie jokes. Heâs rewarded with the sweet sound of your laugh. You pretend you wouldnât rather stay hidden in this small, stuffy room and chat the remainder of your shift away.Â
Jim stops playing as you predicted, but it isnât until youâre back at the bar that Eddie emerges. You take the time to actually read whatâs painted in white on the dark wood of his guitar: THIS MACHINE SLAYS Dragons. The room immediately goes quiet as he takes a seat on the edge of the stage, commanding it without doing anything at all. He even garners the attention of drunk eyes in their blurry haze.Â
Without looking up from the fingerboard, he begins a connected series of languid strums, rings glinting in the low light.Â
The melodic notes soon shape into a song. One thatâs as somber as it is beautiful. Itâs in no way akin to the punk and metal music that usually ricochets off the walls, but thereâs no complaints. Everyone is transfixed by the way he simply watches his fingers as he plays. As if his heart isnât bleeding out before their very eyes and reaching out to theirs.Â
Once upon a time, he got a kick out of being rowdy and playing off the audienceâs energy. But now, simply being seen and heard was enough. Especially after a period of wandering the dark.Â
Heâd told himself that this was the week heâd come out of hiding. That he was worth more than living in the shadows where he couldnât make any mistakes.Â
Scattered applause rises when he finishes. Samuel, abruptly slides from his barstool and slaps a few wrinkled dollar bills on the counter for you with his good hand. Thereâs a tug in your chest when you notice the tears welling in his eyes.Â
âWho is that kid anyway?â he asks, swiping beneath them.Â
You offer a small smile. âEddie Munson.â
âIâd pay good money to hear his story,â he says, gathering his jacket from the back of the stool. âTell your folks I say hello.â With that, he gets up and leaves, disappearing into the night.
Eddie stands from the stage as well. A few people file into his personal space to compliment and thank him for playing, but it doesnât seem to phase him. He doesnât flinch or cower away. The smile that eases across his face is so genuine that you can feel yourself being compelled into his orbit as well.Â
You remain behind the bar, however.Â
âHey, lady, are you deaf or something?â A man taps his empty beer glass down on the bar in front of you, clearly intoxicated or at least halfway there. âGimme another.âÂ
Alex is quick to pick up your slack, sliding up alongside you to give the guy a fresh glass. âTake a chill pill, man,â he says, fixing the guy with a firm look.Â
âIâm Eric fucking Rutherford, and sheâs on the clock.â He belches after taking a few big gulps. âShe can visit la-la land on her own time. Shit, Iâm going to go take a piss,â he grumbles.Â
Eddie hears the whole exchange even though he wishes he hadnât. He hears everything nowadays.
You shoot Alex a tired, apologetic smile. What you donât see is Eddie placing his guitar on the stage and following Eric into the bathroom.Â
Another perk of being undead is that nobody scares him anymore.Â
âYou can clock out early if you want,â Alex insists. âItâs only gonna get crazier.âÂ
The loud squeak of the hinges pierce through the air as Eddie slips through the bathroom door. Eric gives him a charged glance before unzipping his pants and taking care of his business. Eddieâs heavy boots clunk against the wet tile as he makes his way to the urinal right beside the man, staring down into the dingy ceramic.
âYou a fairy or something? All this space and you wanna be right up under me.â Eddie can hear the manâs heartbeat speed up in his chest. Not from fear, fear sounded different. This was more like hopefulness.
Like a secret desire packed down so tight it was begging for a reason to be set free. Upon finishing, Eric zips his pants and gives Eddie another look, âWell, are you?â
Eddieâs jaw ticks as he shadows Eric to the sink. âWhat does matter to you?â He clocks the wedding band on the manâs ring finger.Â
Itâs hard to make out a reflection amid all the cracks and scribbled writing on the mirror, but Eric can see Eddie looming behind him like a stone wall. They lock eyes, and thereâs something about Eddieâs gaze that makes it hard to look away. The man has no choice but to let down his facade.Â
There was an inexplicable force willing him to do so. An inhuman compulsion. Eddie canât bring himself to feel bad for leveraging an ability he seldom used.Â
In a ruse of friendliness, he pulls out a couple sheets of paper towels and hands them to Eric. âNow youâre just stringing me along and playing hard to get,â the man accuses. âThereâs a motel right across the street if you wanna drop the act.â
âNo thanks,â Eddie says cooly.Â
That startles a laugh out of him. âNo thanks? Yeah, rightââÂ
Eric's face pales when dark veins begin to snake beneath Eddieâs eyes.Â
Back in the main room, your head snaps up from wiping the bar when Eric bursts out of the bathroom, letting out a string of terrified expletives. He nearly trips over himself as he casts numerous glances over his shoulder, but nobodyâs chasing after him.Â
Multiple people call out to ask whatâs wrong, but he chokes on his breath when he tries to speak. Seeing the intense flush of his face makes your heartbeat pound in your ears like Jimâs drumming. The tempo swells when he locks eyes with you.Â
Eddie listens from the bathroom as he splashes his face with cold water.Â
âIâm sorry, alright?â Eric forces out. âWeâre cool now, okay? No more bad blood.â
You nod, frozen in place at the realization of the only person who could make him this afraid. With the acceptance of your apology, he darts out the front door on shaky legs.Â
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Not even ten minutes later, youâre scolding Eddie after accepting his offer to drive you home. Itâs an invitation you couldâve passed on, if you hadnât long regretted your decision to bike to work. Eddieâs van smells earthen, with faint undertones of tobacco and the cinnamon car freshener hanging from their rearview.Â
He can hear the waver of concern in your voice as you carry on.Â
âAnd what if he tells?â you ask. âWhat if he recognized you?â Â
âHe didnât recognize me. And he wonât tell,â Eddie says, a little too sure for your liking.Â
âYou donât know that, Eddie. Jesus.â You slouch back into the passenger seat and go silent for the first time during the entire ride. Only then does guilt begin gnawing at you, relentless nips all over your body.Â
Eddie was at least trying to get back out into the world, and here you were scolding him for standing up in your defense.Â
You look over to his hands as he drives, the glint of his rings. Eddie has pretty, slender fingers. He can feel you staring, but doesnât respond because he has no regrets. Not only have his senses been amplified since the Upside Down, but so has his willingness to defend. Heâd spent so long running from everyone and everything, as if being a coward was woven into the inner fabric of his being. But not anymore.Â
There was an unyielding sense of protectiveness you managed to stir within him. Thatâs how everything felt when it came to you. He has to fight to ignore how aware he is of you. Your aura, your scent, the way your blood smells sweeter now that it was just the two of you making passage through the night.Â
He licks over his teeth and his tingling gums, ignoring the relentless pull of desire.Â
Looking out the passenger side window as the town passes by only works for so long. âHey, Eddie?â you murmur. âIâm sorry for raising my voice. I just worry.âÂ
You shrink in on yourself when he looks over at you with more fondness than you deserve. âItâs alright,â he says.
A smile finally twitches at his lips when you hold out your pinky. He indulges you, hooking his larger one around yours.Â
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Itâs no surprise he receives an invitation inside your trailer once youâve arrived. It feels weird being back in the small, othered community that raised him. There were a few occasions heâd come to visit Wayne at night when nobody could see. Other than that, it was the older man who came to him instead.Â
The small space is cozy and lived-in. A courtesy of one of your auntâs whoâd fled Hawkins but was willing to rent the place out for cheap. Eddieâs enhanced scent allows him to perceive every note. Itâs overwhelming in the best way. He could tune it all out if he wanted, but heâs greedy when it comes to you.Â
You head to your bedroom as he takes off his boots by the door, bracing a hand on the wall. With owl-like eyes, watching the sway of your hips in your jeans as you disappear. Then he begins to look around in curiosity. There are numerous pictures of your friends and family. Shelves on the walls that hold different frames, trinkets, and figurines. The layout of the trailer is similar to his Uncle Wayneâs in that the living room and kitchen bleed into each other, but youâve made a more functional utilization of the space.Â
It soon registered that the shuffling sound coming from your room is you attempting to tidy up. A smile tugs at his lips.Â
A small squeak escapes you as you turn around from closing a drawer of your dresser. Eddie is leaning in the doorway with an amused look on his face, and you canât even conjure up an excuse for what youâre doing.Â
âCan I come in?â he asks.Â
âNo,â you huff, a grin threatening to break through.Â
A chuckle shakes his chest. âPlease?âÂ
Thereâs a giddy flutter within you. âYouâre banned for life.âÂ
âFor life,â he repeats as he saunters in. âThatâs not fair.âÂ
Your room reminds him of Robinâs, though itâs not as reflective of your more teenage interests. Thereâs more of a mature refinement that still brims with personality.Â
Eddie walks over to your small, somewhat cluttered desk and picks up your journal as your back is turned away.Â
When your eyes land on him again, heâs sitting on the foot of your bed, the book flipped open. His gaze is fixed on the first, where your name and the date you started writing in it are scrawled in your handwriting. Heâd never be so bold in invading your privacy. He only picked it up to get a rise out of you. As expected, your heart sinks into your feet at the sight.Â
âEddie, no,â you whine, rushing over to swipe it away, completely unaware that youâve crowded between his legs. He angles it out of your reach with a teasing grin on his face. âItâs not funny, Iâm being serious.â Still, a helpless laugh bubbles out of you in betrayal.Â
You reach for it again, but this time he falls onto his back, extending his arm above his head.Â
Placing one knee on the bed between his spread legs, you lean forward, bracing with one hand as you reach for your journal with the other. Eddieâs breath catches when your chest brushes against his face, warmth flooding his cheeks and pleasantly melting lower and lower.Â
In an effort to save himself from doing something stupid, he slips his free hand under your sweater to press his fingers into your skin like heâs playing the piano. A small squeak escapes you before you tumble into the sweetest laughter.Â
You scoot further down his body to escape and, in your warm, giggly haze, capture his lips in a kiss that sends both of your heads soaring into the clouds. Â
You tell yourself itâs only to get him to stop tickling you, but itâs more than that. Itâs a bursting forth of every feeling that reawakened the moment you learned he was still alive. All the lost years come rushing back for their recompense in the intoxicating heat of your kiss.Â
Eddie drops the journal in favor of settling both hands on your waist to steady you above him. Even then, heâs not sure how long heâll be able to carry on like this. A familiar sensation starts up in his gums, and he makes a small sound in the back of his throat that sounds grieved.Â
Almost immediately, you pull away, staring down at his spit slicked lips. âAre you okay?â you murmur, studying his face with concern. Â
He nods in place of speaking, but when you lean back in to peck his lips, he makes that same sound again, pushing gently at your waist.Â
âHold on,â he breathes.Â
Your brows furrow until you get the idea to raise his upper lip with a gentle thumb. For the first time, up close and personal, you see that his fangs have extended. Weakly, he fights against you to close his mouth, but you donât move your finger. Thereâs a sense of wonder in your eyes as you study them, pearly and sharp.Â
He feels exposed, like heâs an animal receiving an inspection.Â
âAlright,â he halfheartedly urges, turning his head away to get you to stop. In doing so, the sharp end of his right fang ends up nicking your thumb. Wincing, you step back to your full height, allowing him to sit up.Â
âShit, Iâm sorry. Lemme see?â He raises your hand to assess the damage. Itâs nothing major. A trickle of blood runs from the puncture.Â
âIâm okay.âÂ
He doesnât let go of your hand. Neither has he looked away from the blood. Itâd be easy for him to slip your finger into his mouth and suck it off. But he doesnât, unsure heâd be able to stop.Â
Thatâs when a willing look sparks in your eyes.Â
âItâs okay,â you assure, recalling how your own childhood consisted of quickly sucking away the blood from minor cuts and scrapes. It was nothing. You trust him.Â
Eddie blinks, conflicted, then presses his lips to the pad of your thumb as if heâs offering a kiss. You feel the wet warmth of his tongue as he pokes it out. Your blood is too good. If he never drank it again, this would be more than enough. All he needed was one taste when it came to you.  Â
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Leaving Hawkins
Come Again SoonÂ
Passing the sign had almost felt wrong, but the breeze flowing in from the cracked windows didnât. Neither did the gentle weight of Eddieâs hand resting on your thigh. Even now, as you and Eddie wander your way around a carnival two towns over, the words lingered around the edges of your mind. For a fleeting second, you allow yourself to imagine that the two of you were bound to never return. Â
Golden hour paints everything in an ethereal glow. The air smells like pumpkin spice, cider, and straw. Lights from various attractions twinkle and flash like small colorful stars. Laughter and thrilled screams seem to have permanent residency in the air. So much life pulsed all around. More than Hawkins would likely ever see again for a long time. Eddie looks over at you when you squeeze his hand.Â
âDoing alright?â you ask quietly.Â
He nods. âYou?âÂ
You nod. âIâve been working up the courage to ask you to go in a photo booth with me.âÂ
A surprised laugh slips past Eddieâs lips. âWhat do you mean courage?â
âLast time we went in one together, you said never again,â you mock the sound of his voice, recalling the flustered look on his face. Itâd been your fault, your hands had wandered, drawing eyes when you exited the booth.Â
âYeah, well, I changed my mind,â he says.Â
Upon crawling into the next available booth, itâs a tight fit. Your thighs press together, but you canât bring yourself to mind. Sometimes you couldnât get close enough. The black curtains hanging on either side surprisingly manage to block out a decent amount of light. With a giddy smile on your face, you cling to Eddieâs free arm as he pays and presses the buttons necessary to advance past the main menu. When it comes time to take your series of photos, a brief sense of panic washes over you.
âWait, we never planned out our poses.âÂ
Eddie chuckles as he drapes an arm over your shoulders and kisses your temple. âWe can wing it. Weâre good at that.â
Turns out heâs right. You canât stop gushing at the strip of black-and-white pictures once youâre back on the outside. Out of the four, your favorite one is where youâre both smiling into the camera with your head resting on his shoulder. It strikes you then, how fortunate you are to be able to spend moments like this with him. If you could comb through entire dictionaries, âeasyâ was still the word youâd settle on when it came to Eddie. It was easy to exist alongside him. He was kind in a way youâd never experienced in a relationship. And funny in a quiet sort of way you wouldnât necessarily expect at first glance. Â
âPrettiest girl in the world,â Eddie compliments as you start walking again. âGot me wrapped around your finger.âÂ
Instead of responding, you hook your arm around his and tuck yourself closer. A brief silence stretches between you, but the sounds of the fairgrounds continue all around like magic. Youâll remember this evening forever.Â
âThank you,â Eddie eventually says, tone thick with sincerity. You donât ask what heâs referring to because you know itâs not one singular thing.
Even during that melancholic night when you almost hit him with your car, he knew there was something about you he wouldnât be able to shake for a long time. Had he not seen you again, he still wouldâve remembered your face, the sound of your voice, how evident it was that you cared, even in your tiredness. But then Luna led you back to him, and you brought him back to life. You showed him that there was so much worth living for, that it was okay to mess up sometimes. There was nothing to gain when you never took a chance.Â
Eventually, you find yourselves in line for the ferris wheel. By the time you reach front, the sun has surrendered its golden glow to a calmer pink hue settling closer to the horizon. The lights from all the rides look particularly nice twinkling in the budding twilight.Â
The cart rocks gently as you and Eddie board with care. Once youâre settled and the wheel continues its revolution, everything below no longer seems as grand. The game stands, food booths, kiddie roller coasters, countless fairgoers walking around. Thereâs a flutter in your gut from the new height, and you welcome it.Â
When Eddie interlocks his fingers with yours, you look down at your joint hands, a smile creeping onto your face. Before you know it, youâve reached the top. You almost expect it to keep going, but it eases to a complete stop, your cart swaying softly with the sudden stillness.Â
âSweetheart,â Eddie says. You meet his gaze. His eyes are dark like they always are, seemingly looking straight into your soul.Â
Rather than continuing whatever he was going to say, he cups your face and presses his lips to yours. A pleasant warmth rushes down to your toes as if you werenât already on top of the world. Eddie is a gentle kisser, always acutely aware of the thirst you stirred within him. One heâd never quite felt before, even when he wasnât hungry. Youâve learned his cues, when to keep leaning in or pull away. Kissing him is exhilerating in that way.Â
Youâre too wrapped up in the softness of his lips to pay any mind to the teenagers on the cart behind you attempting to stifle their giggles.Â
Nor do you mind the brief stinging sensation of your lower lip catching one of Eddieâs fangs. The indulgent lap of his tongue that occurs in time with the tangy, metallic taste that registers on your own.Â
All around, the world carries on. Even lonesome Hawkins where it rests miles away.Â
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Work of five 1/6: Ryujin
2000 words
Initially this was going to be a long one-shot with all the girls, but in the end I'm going to make this a mini-series in which each chapter will be focused on one girl and the last one will be with all of them at the same time, I hope you like it.
Profits are the most important in the kpop industry, agencies make a lot of money by making use of the voice and face of their idols, but inside the kpop paradise hides a dark hell that not all idols have reached, but sooner or later they will.
When a girl group fails to fulfill the expectations set by their agency regarding profits, they act and decide to raise the money in a more⊠frowned upon way.
Because there are people in the world willing to pay huge amounts of money to get their hands on a young Asian girl they adore internationally.
In this situation are now Itzyâs girls, who have not been able to raise enough money, so a group of millionaires has decided to rent the body of the girls for fun.
The first to find out about this deal was Ryujin, JYP asked her to stay after a concert, thus separating her from the group.
After being put on notice she tried to refuse but finally had to accept for the sake of her career.
Soft male moans were coming from inside Ryujinâs dressing room, where she was squatting sucking the cock of 4 men of different races.
One is a huge black man, he must have been about six feet tall and his physique was certainly incredible, but what stood out the most about him was his huge member, which was so big that Ryujin barely reached half of it.
On the other hand there was a Russian man who barely let out a word, although his cock was not as big as his partnerâs it must be admitted that his size was still quite astonishing.
Finally there is the old man, he wasnât made for this kind of jogging anymore and he had already cum three times in Ryujinâs mouth, but he is the leader of a big company and he is one of the ones who paid the most, so Ryujin had to give him some preference by order of JYP
The Russian man is grabbing Ryujin by the hair while she was wrapping her lips around his cock, trying to push him to the limit to get one out of the way already âitâs been 10 seconds, switch.â
The Russian pushed Ryujin away by force and gave her hair to the black guy, who accepted it delightedly and immediately grabbed it tightly to crush his cock against the rapperâs face, his shaft went from her chin to her forehead, where the tip of this monstrosity rested, when she felt the dirty smell of his cock Ryujin went blank for a few moments and her body acted by pure instinct, licking and kissing the dick with an expression that showed submission.
But this didnât last long, as Ryujin came back to her senses and hurriedly walked away âYou disgusting fucking nasty nigger, wash your dick once in a while it makes you want toâŠâ
Old hands grabbed Ryujinâs head and turned her around to plunge an old cock down her throat, with him Ryujin had a special treat and started to devour his cock eagerly, knowing that if it made the old man happy enough maybe she wouldnât have to go through this ever again.
Ryujin sucks him while teasing his tip with her tongue and occasionally flicking it up and down his shaft, one of her hands gripping the member while the other grasps his balls, gently stroking them to please the old man.
When she feels him approaching the limit she tries to pull away, but a hand stops her, Ryujin tries harder but the manâs grip is firm and the idol soon feels a thick white liquid flooding her mouth.
Then the old man lets go, laughing as he sees Ryujin spit out the nectar with disgust âYouâre done already, arenât you? If so get the fuck out of here.â
âNot yet, we want your other mouth tooâ The shadows of the black man and the Russian hover over Ryujin âWe can still go onâ
âAlrightâ Ryujin reluctantly agreed trusting that she could end this quickly and take control of the situation, but she couldnât be more wrong
âBro, itâs my turn, leave her to me nowâ The russian puts his hand on the black manâs shoulder and he slides his member out of Ryujin, letting his seed fall quickly, he looks at his partner and smiles âSheâs all yours.â
He dropped Ryujin and she supported herself as she could, but as her legs were weak she would have fallen to the ground had it not been for the big Russian man who held her before she fell, Ryujin tried to look into his eyes still trying to recover from the brutal fuck she had just experienced. âLet me rest for a moment please⊠then Iâll do whatever you wantâ.
Ryujinâs words only served to make the Soviet man hornier, who without hesitation turned Ryujin around and with one hand slammed her head against the door, getting ready to fuck her doggy style
The old man approached the two of them, he was already dressed again and watched Ryujin with a slight smile âYouâre so hot Ryujin, I think Iâll rent you later for something else.â
Ryujin glared angrily at the old man but didnât complain as he knew it didnât suit him. The old man placed his hand on the Russian manâs shoulder âPlease Andrei, can you do me a favor and break her? Iâm willing to pay you if you wantâ Hearing this the idol tried to let go but Andrei was too strong âDonât worry Mr. Takahasi, Iâm happy to do it.â
âHey let go of me I donât want toâŠâ The big Soviet cock plunged inside Ryujin and she couldnât help replacing her words with a moan, she tried to speak afterwards but another onslaught from the big man had the same effect again.
Shut up and relax bitch, the ones who fight the most are always the ones who enjoy the most in the endâ Ryujinâs walls tighten, trying to keep that huge tool from coming out of her âSee? You donât want to admit it but you love what I do, come on, cum and prove me right"
Ryujin didnât want to give the man reason, but unfortunately for her, her body was no longer obeying her will.
Immediately Ryujin started to squirt and Andrei had to pull out, Ryujinâs juices soaked both the manâs pelvis and the floor âSo youâre a squirter eh? I like thatâ The black man couldnât help but want to get into action seeing all that, so he brought his cock closer to Ryujinâs mouth and without hesitation she moved her head and stuck her tongue out trying to take the black member between her lips
âHungry slutâ The black man brought his cock closer so Ryujin could wrap her lips over it, then she started sucking hard and dedicatedly to please the man she thought she hated before
Andrei didnât lag behind and started rubbing his cock against her entrance again âDo you want me to put it back in?â Ryujin let out a choked moan and let the black cock out for a single moment âPlease⊠Fuck meâŠâ Andrei smiled and slammed his manhood through the wet hole and the black for his part grabbed Ryujinâs head and began to fuck her face so roughly that tears began to leak from her eyes.
Ryujin closed her eyes as the two cocks devastated her mouth and pussy, she cummed again and again, falling further and further into the abyss of depravity. As she was being fucked she suddenly heard laughter and footsteps, and when she opened her eyes she discovered three other huge men already naked, this was just the beginning for herâŠ
1 hour⊠2 hours⊠Ryujin had already lost track of time by this time. Every time she got one guy to finish another one came in right after, some even continued after cumming on her several times
By this time Ryujin was sandwiched, one cock was bursting in her pussy while the other was fucking her ass. She wanted to moan but she was not able to as her mouth was also being occupied by another man, besides as she could not leave the others waiting her hands were also at work, masturbating two cocks and preparing them to take over from the ones already in her holes.
Andrei and Mr. Takahasi were sitting on the couch watching what was going on âThat bitch is very resilient, she has been here for almost three hours and she is still conscious⊠may I ask what you need her for, Mr. Takahasi?â
Mr. Takahasi laughed at the question and answered âNothing that should be important for you Andrei, just shut up and enjoy the girl.â
âI understand that you donât want to tell me, but please, is it really necessary to record it?â Andrei pointed to a hidden camera in the corner of the dressing room. âYou thought I wouldnât notice?â
âIs necessary Andrei, it makes this all the more fucking hotter, now go and fuck her againâ Andrei got up reluctantly and forcibly pulled out the one Ryujin was sucking on.
âOk slut, you like fat cocks donât you?â Ryujin looked Andrei in the eyes with a mix of happiness and lust and managed to answer between moans âYes⊠Please use this slutâŠâ Without waiting any longer Andrei took advantage of the fact that Ryujinâs mouth was open to stick his cock in.
Ryujin sucked hard trying to make him cum fast because she wanted to taste his cum as soon as possible.
The other two were already close, Ryujinâs constant orgasms and her tightness had pushed them to the limit and they couldnât hold on any longer. The first to cum was the one occupying her ass, he pulled out in time and let his seed fall on her back and ass.
The feeling of the warm semen made Ryujin cum again and push the other guy to finish, but he refused to pull out and released inside. The semen filled Ryujinâs insides and even overflowed, some of it dripping down the boyâs cock
Having finished with the other two Ryujin managed to rush out of the sandwich she was subjected to, She released the cocks she was jerking and stopped sucking Andreiâs cock to kneel on the floor, then grabbed his member again and wrapped her lips around it again.
Her hands went one to his shaft to caress it as she sucked it and the other to his big balls to play with them.
Her gaze went to Andreiâs eyes and it was completely different from the one she had at the beginning, while before her gaze was of fury now it was the gaze of a nymphomaniac
Before she knew it she was cumming already, Ryujin took all of it without any complaints and when he finished she opened her mouth and let his seed slide down her tongue, giving him a sight he would not forget for a long time.
Ryujin continued to get fucked but Mr. Takahasi had enough show for today and was now in his limo talking on the phone with JYP âThe girl is good and I have no doubt that she will be useful to me⊠but I think I would still like to see the other girls because you know⊠This is a work of fiveâŠâ
Takahasi looked at the pictures of the girls on his phone âSo⊠Could you sneak me into Yunaâs next âSex Partyâ?"
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nsfw - mdni. reader and gojo are in a semi established relationship itâs a whole thing. reader squirted on his face and he wonât shut up about it. 834 words.
âAny questions?â
Yaga looks around the room at the group of sorcerers in front of him, yourself and Satoru included despite your responsibilities with your respective students, with his arms folded. Someone on the opposite side of the room clears their throat and you donât bother to look, instead sighing quietly when you hear Gojoâs voice from behind you.
âBored yet?â
Rolling your eyes, you reach up to try and pinch his cheek to get him away from you but he only bunches closer and you miss. Pinching the soft skin of his earlobe as he leans over your shoulder, you quickly drop your hand and put it in your lap to bring some level of professionalism back to your appearance.
Your efforts make no difference to the man watching you fidget beneath his blindfolded gaze and he continues, whispering right beneath your ear.
âI know Iâm bored,â he admits, to the surprise of absolutely no one, âand I keep thinking about last night.â
Turning your face enough that your eyes meet his covered ones, a warning glance is leveled but it only makes him offer you a toothy smile in return. He drapes his opposite arm over your empty shoulder but you donât put up a fight, afraid to draw attention to yourself in front of a room full of people who shouldnât even know the two of you spent the night together.
âCan we discuss this later?â
The pleading edge to your tone only pushes him further, his dangling hand now inching back up your arm and wrapping around your shoulder.
âDonât be shy, princess, you should be proud of yourself.â You groan quietly, stomach turning with equal parts of heat and anxiety recalling exactly what heâs talking about. âMade a big mess all over this pretty face, didnât you?â
Closing your eyes, you pretend you donât hear him at all and instead choose to focus on listening to the questions regarding a smaller mission across the country being asked by one of the grade three sorcerers.
Your mind drifts elsewhere, though, to big blue eyes peering up at you while your thighs were spread over his big fat mouth last night. Those hands were full of your hips, lush skin spilling between them, and your cunt was being devoured as if it were his last meal. His enthusiasm was so contagious that it even caught you up in it, your releases coming in spurts of liquid drenching his face and chest with each high he helped you drift to.
Crossing your legs tightly, you pull your mind back into reality by force and try once again to focus despite the menace at your back.
âDidnât you?â He pesters again after your prolonged silence and you shift, trying to get him off of you and that finally captures the attention of the rest of the room, several heads turning in your direction.
âIs there an issue, Gojo?â
He scoffs at the insinuation that heâs the only one causing a ruckus, you always have been one of Yagaâs favorites so of course you avoid the reprimand, but leans back into his own chair nevertheless.
âJust waitinâ on you to wrap this up.â
An unamused chuckle leaves the principal and you listen to the rustle of clothing from behind you that indicates Satoru is folding his arms over his chest.
âIf youâd been paying attention you would have known that weâre done for today.â
Everyone begins standing and Satoru grabs you as you do, hand wrapping around your bicep. Pulling you in his direction, you frown but he doesnât stop and instead leans down enough that heâs mouth level with your ear once again.
âIâll make you do it again tonight, Iâm feeling a little parched after all this.â
Despite his embarrassing antics, you canât help but half smile and look up at him through your lashes. Heâs incorrigible in every way but you find it too charming to be angry.
âOkay,â you agree softly. âBut for the rest of the day you have to leave me alone.â
He nods and you feel grateful that for once he agreed without a hassle, letting go of your arm and heading toward the exit. You exhale, relieved, but he turns on his heel and looks straight at you and the group of your peers standing at your back attempting to make their exit too.
âI can still smell you on me.â
Satoru smirks, sniffing loudly and rubbing his hand over his chin before rounding the opened door and you feel your face heat as everyone turns to look at you, faces giving away their various levels of distress.
Groaning, you slump and your hands slap against the outsides of your thighs.
âHeâs talking about perfume! Heâs talking about perfumeâŠyou saw him earlier.â
An unconvinced murmur seems to be the shared opinion of the entire group that is now making its way out the door, leaving you alone to catch your breath, attempting to explain yourself futile.
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12 am thoughts with kit;
more! nsfw! this feels aligned with some past thoughts of fwb academic rivalry coryo...
Coryo straightens out the sleeve of his uniform jacket while you're pulling him around the corner, "Can this wait? I'm gonna be late for class and you know I-"
Your hand presses to his chest with more firmness than he's expecting. With a bit of a push, his back is to the wall in the curved corner, half secluded from the main hallway. You would have to get close to see and most students, if not all, would be in class by this time.
Coriolanus grabs your elbows before you can move, "What do you want?"
"Nothing," you jut your bottom lip slightly at his skeptical expression and wriggle your arms from his grasp.
"Nothing. How many times has it been nothing? Coriolanus it's nothing, you take my pen. Coriolanus it's nothing, beg for me to walk home with you, Coriolanus-"
You place your palm directly over the front of his pants, with enough pressure to get him to shut up. He flushes, mouth parting to speak, but nothing comes out. Coryo glances down, your manicured, perfect hand grasping at him through his pants, making a slight movement. A threat to palm him.
You chew on your bottom lip, waiting for his eyes to find yours again. Once they do, you quickly peck his lips and Coryo's eyes flutter shut.
"Now?" He asks, opening his eyes to quickly glance around. And when he leans too much away to look, you squeeze him through his pants, a gentle one, that gets his breath all shuddery how you like it.
You nod, "it'll be quick."
His jaw sets and he unclips the skirt part of the uniform, "I don't know whether to be insulted by that or relieved," he mumbles, watching you happily find the button and zipper of his pants, undoing it.
"Both, you finish so fast, that is why I said it," you chide at him and move to your knees. Coryo rolls his eyes, leaning his head back on the wall, his hand instinctively on your head before his dick is even out.
It's all clockwork for the two of you.
"Thank you," he snarks, as you push his pants down just enough to put your hand down his boxers and pull him out. Your eyes look up to him, gathering saliva in your mouth then dribbling the spit onto his hardening cock, using your hand to rub it all in.
Coriolanus is not looking at you, head still tilted back on the wall. He is distraught that if he looked at you while you spit on him, he would have to find a way to clean the shoulder of your uniform before the two of you go to class.
Your tongue laps at his tip, and his hand tightens on your head. The slow stroke of your hand, as your tongue swirls his tip, is the exact reason he hates you. You told him you had never done this before him and he is convinced you lied. Because right from the first time you had him in your mouth, you were perfect. Suckling his tip and messing it with your spit, all to get him fully hard. It wasn't the main show. He hated it.
Even here, in a secluded corner of the Academy, you did not seem to mind getting his cock all wet, and he has to bite down hard on his cheek.
"I thought I told you we should stay away from doing this stuff here," he whispers at you, finally taking the chance and looking down at you. You don't respond to him because you're too busy wrapping your lips around him and sucking, slowly taking a little more of him.
You keep your hand wrapped around the base of him, eyes up on him, the pretty blue eyes that look brighter from this angle. He can't help the soft sighs that leave his mouth, but he tries to even stop those, focusing his energy on holding your head.
When you hum against him, he nearly explodes in your mouth, his head going back again and a strained hum leaving his mouth.
If you could smile right now you would. You push on, licking your tongue on the underside of his length as you pull your lips off of him, stroking your hand over him. A quick couple of pumps before you get your mouth back on him, bobbing your head faster.
"Ah..oh...shit," he mutters, his hand moving to the back of your head. Coryo lightly presses on your head to get his cock deeper in your mouth and his hesitancy surprises you. You roll your eyes over it and move forward to take all his cock into your mouth, a shaky moan leaving his lips, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, do you want me to cum down your throat?"
You pinch his thigh.
He hisses at it, "I know, I know, quiet, yeah," he says, breathless and moving your head back a little for you. You know he can't hold back much longer, so you keep your quicker pace for a few seconds, feeling his thigh tense under your hand. Then, you purposely slow till you get to his tip, and suck on it harsher than before. Coryo lets out a whimper breath and bucks his hips forward, spilling into your mouth and watching you take it all, swallowing every single drop.
He pants, letting go of your head and watching you pull back, licking over your lips and at his tip again to clean off any drops, then tuck him back in his boxers. "Huh, how'd you... never mind." Coriolanus thinks questioning how you swallowed all of him without making any sort of mess will just make him hard again.
He gets himself back to decency as you stand up, wiping at your mouth and straightening your own uniform.
Coriolanus is about to say something when you tap his arm, peck his lips, and give him a smile, "See you later, Snow," and you turn on your heel to leave.
#late night thoughts#am so sorry I indeed wrote another late night thought about sucking dick fnddnnddnd#need to say i typed it's almost cockwork for the two of you instead of clockwork and died laughing#coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus fanfiction#coriolanus smut#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus snow blurb#coriolanus snow drabble#coriolanus blurb#coriolanus x you#coriolanus snow x female!reader#coryo snow#coryo x reader#coryo smut#coryo x you
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The Art of Cuddling - Kim Seungmin
Masterlist
Pairing: Seungmin x reader (afab)
wc: ~1.1k
Type: fluff, smut, friends to lovers
Warnings: consensual somnophilia, cunninglingus, unprotected piv
a/n: Just some soft and hard thoughts about snuggling with Seungmin. I feel like we donât get enough soft Minnie (even though I do very much enjoy menace Minnie too).
Enjoy lovelies!
Snuggly!Seungmin who has been your closest friend for years and always took the opportunity to cuddle with you. At first it started with you just laying your head on his shoulders when the both of you watched movies.
Snuggly!Seungmin would eventually invite you to his dorm for a sleepover where he would full on be spooning you from behind in his sleep. You were a bit caught off guard by it at first, but didnât think too much into it, assuming he wasnât aware of his actions while sleeping.
Snuggly!Seungmin would wake you up by stroking your hair gently to coax you from drowsiness. âMorning, sleepyhead.â The deep tone to his morning voice startling you while simultaneously stirring something in the pit of your stomach.
Snuggly!Seungmin who eventually made it a routine to either come to yours or have you stay with him every night because neither of you could sleep without being in each otherâs arms.
Snuggly!Seungmin finally admits his true feelings for you one day when your legs are tangled with his and his face is buried in your neck. His voice barely above a whisper, afraid of how you would react to his admission.
Snuggly!Seungmin who beams with energy the moment you divulge that you reciprocate his feelings. He takes your face in his hands, planting soft kisses from your forehead down to your lips.
Snuggly!Seungmin who insists that you guys donât need a king size bed when you finally get a new place together. His reasoning is âweâll just be wrapped around each other in the middle anyway.â You understand what heâs saying, so why waste the space?
Snuggly!Seungmin will literally lay halfway all the way on top of you if you ever refuse to cuddle with him due to an earlier fight or disagreement. He doesnât care if youâre trying to âteach him a lessonâ heâs going to cuddle with you any way he can.
Snuggly!Seungmin will cuddle with you anywhere. The bed, the couch, in the kitchen while cooking, on the floor, in the shower. You name it, he will find a way to have you in his arms.
Snuggly!Seungmin who pushes your laptop off your lap when you try to get some work done at home. His face is pressed into your side until he pushes the device away and lays his head in your lap instead. You huff at his protest, but elect to run your fingers through his hair letting him know he now has your undivided attention.
Snuggly!Seungmin has the most calming heartbeat to listen to. His heartbeat is pretty much your lullaby as he cradles your head into his chest and traces his fingertips along your spine to help you relax.
Snuggly!Seungmin isnât afraid to ask you to be the big spoon when heâs had a particularly hard day. Heâll turn into such a baby when craving extra attention from you and you give it to him willingly.
Snuggly!Seungmin gets really sulky when you have to get up early in the mornings. Itâs incredibly hard to unhook his arms from around you. Heâll groan and pull you back to his chest while still half asleep. âMinnie, Iâm going to be late again. I need to get ready to go.â Youâll tell him. âNooo, 5 more minutes.â He pleads with you. And you canât say no to him.
Snuggly!Seungmin who finally lets you get out of bed but not alone. He gets up to stay right behind you, holding onto your waist with his head laying on your shoulder. Youâll both waddle into the bathroom and he will stay holding you while pretty much sleeping standing up as you get ready for the day.
Snuggly!Seungmin will get back in bed once you actually leave and bury his face into your pillow, breathing in your scent to lull him back to sleep until itâs his turn to get up.
Snuggly!Seungmin who wouldnât dare admit to any of his other friends that he relied heavily on your skinship as much as he did. He needed to maintain his persona if he wanted to be taken seriously. However, all of that goes out the window when they see the lock screen on his phone of just how close you two can get.
Snuggly!Seungmin canât keep himself away from you if youâre both in the same room. He always wants to be holding you in some way, shape, or form.
Snuggly!Seungmin who will sneak his hands into your pj bottoms on cold nights because your core is radiating with heat to keep him warm. You donât mind because you do the same to him, sliding your hands into his sweatpants even when youâre not particularly cold.
Snuggly!Seungminâs favorite cuddling position is to have you flat on your back, your thighs around his shoulders as he lays between them. His head resting on your lower tummy, because âit makes for the comfiest pillow.â
Snuggly!Seungmin who will slowly lower himself to wake you up in the morning with head. His favorite cuddling position giving him easy access to your sweet pussy. All he needs to do is push your sleep shorts and panties to the side.
Snuggly!Seungmin loves hearing your soft whimpers turn into moans as the feeling of his fingers pumping and his lips sucking your clit wake you up.
Snuggly!Seungmin detaches his mouth from you and removes his fingers once you whine about âneeding more.â Heâll move up behind you, essentially manhandling you into a spooning position so your ass is flush with his hips. His hard clothed cock pressed in between the crack of your ass.
Snuggly!Seungmin ruts his hips to grind against you, teasing you until you canât take it anymore and you reach behind to push the waistband of his sweats and boxers down to free his cock leaking with precum.
Snuggly!Seungmin who lets a dark chuckle rumble from his chest as he sees how desperate you are to get him inside you. Itâs not your fault, youâre just so sensitive in the mornings.
Snuggly!Seungmin finally obliges your needs and sinks his dick slowly into your aching pussy. He takes it easy at first, hissing at how tight and wet you feel around him before picking up the pace.
Snuggly!Seungmin who loves when you turn into a babbling mess. Heâll make sure your back is pressed against his chest as he pants into your ear and whisper filthy words for only you to hear, âSuch a needy pup. Wanting to be stuffed full first thing, huh?â
Snuggly!Seungmin whose eyes roll back as your walls clench around him when you cum, his warm seed flooding you and leaking out onto your inner thighs.
Snuggly!Seungmin who laughs wholeheartedly when you look at the time then scramble to get out of bed because heâs made you late yet again.
Taglist: @doitforbangchan / @jehhskz
#stray kids#skz#mdni#seungmin x you#kim seungmin smut#kim seungmin#seungmin x reader#seungmin#seungmin fluff#seungmin hard thoughts#seungmin soft thoughts#cuddly Seungmin
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The One Where R Burnouts
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
The Loud House Universe
Note: because having 6 kids, 2 dogs, 1 cat, a wife, in-laws, and working full time is crazy!
Natasha has always been observant; itâs in her nature to understand whatâs happening around her. She knows everything about the human condition, including yours. As your wife and best friend, she notices the subtle changes before anyone else. It started with the little things. Your posture was slightly more relaxed than usual, shoulders dragging, eyes unfocused even during serious conversations. Then she noticed your eating habits. Back in law school, when you got busy, sheâd remind you to eat, sneaking snacks onto your desk when youâd work late into the night. Now, she watches as you barely touch your plate, your attention fixed on the children instead, engaging with them while pushing your food around.
Itâs the empty granola bar wrappers and the premade meal containers left on your desk late at night that concern her the most. You hated processed food slightly less than she did, so the sight of it scattered across your workspace is a surprise. A red flag she canât ignore.
Then came the snapping. It wasnât like you, not intentionally, at least. But these days, it seemed like everything irritated you. The smallest thingsâthe mess the kids left behind or the sound of Natashaâs voice asking how your day had beenâseemed to trigger something. Natasha could tell you had a million things on your mind. Sheâd catch you glancing at your calendar repeatedly, the tension in your jaw tightening with each passing minute.
And when night came, you barely made it to bed before falling asleep. The instant your head hit the pillow, you were gone, leaving no room for conversation, let alone the warmth of intimacy that had once come so naturally between the two of you.
Natasha had initially tried to brush it off to give you space, thinking you needed time to work through it. But the distance was growing. The laughter, the lighthearted teasing, the small touches, and stolen kissesâall of it seemed to be slipping away, and it scared her.
One evening, after tucking the kids into bed, Natasha found you in your office again, the door closed. She stood outside for a moment, her hand hovering over the handle, debating whether to give you more time or to finally say something. But she couldnât wait anymore. You werenât just burning outâyou were burning away, and she was terrified of what might happen if she didnât step in.
Gently, she opened the door. You were hunched over your desk, papers scattered around you, a half-eaten protein bar next to your laptop. Your hair fell into your face, and the tension in your shoulders made her heartache.
âHey,â Natasha called softly. You didnât look up, too focused on whatever task was in front of you.
âBabe,â she tried again, stepping closer and touching your shoulder. You flinched slightly at the touch, and that was enough to break something inside her. âYou need to stop. Just for a little while.â
âIâm fine, Nat,â you muttered, brushing her off. But even to your own ears, it sounded hollow.
Natasha knelt beside you, taking your hands in hers, gently prying them from the keyboard. You tried to protest, but she held firm.
When she looked up, the tears in your eyes threatened to spill over. You stared back at her, exhaustion clear on your face, and she knew this wasnât working.
It wasnât supposed to be this way. Not for the two of you. After everything, you deserve to be happy and spend time together as a family.
But you were too stubborn, too determined to push through and help people in the way only you could. Natasha had admired that about you and had been amazed by the strength and passion you possessed. Yet you had forgotten about yourself in the process, and Natasha wouldn't stand by and watch you work yourself to death.
âBaby,â She said, licking her lips. It had been so long since she had heard you laugh."You've done so much for so many people. You've sacrificed more than anyone should have to." She paused, running her thumb across your knuckles. âWhatâs going on?â
For a moment, you hesitated. The words were there, at the tip of your tongue, but the truth felt raw, too vulnerable. So, instead, you shook your head.
"There's nothing, Nat," you replied, trying to pull away. âIâm just super busy these days. I want to get this report done for work. Cara has practice tomorrow, and I donât want to miss it. Luke has an appointment on Thursday. I need a bit more time, and Iâll be done.â
"Stop." Natasha tightened her grip, refusing to let go.
She watched as you sighed, the sound breaking her heart. Your eyes were downcast, your lip quivering, and she could tell you were holding back.
âNatasha, I said I was fine,â You said lowly.
âIs that why youâre shaking like that? Whenâs the last time you slept a full night?â
You opened your mouth, the words catching in your throat. âPaige was up last night. She couldnât sleep, so I sat with her.â
"You can't keep doing this," Natasha whispered, kissing your cheek.
You leaned into her touch, a tear sliding down your cheek.
"I'm okay," you murmured, but your voice trembled, betraying your true feelings.
âYouâre not,â Natasha replied, brushing her thumb along your skin. Her other hand reached out to steady you. "Can you tell me why youâre running yourself ragged these days? Is work too much? Are we too much? Do you need a break? Tell me.â
Your shoulders dropped, and you looked away, unable to meet her gaze.
"It's just-" You shook your head. âYou know how I get sometimes. My mind gets a little busy, and I have do everything simultaneously. Iâll be fine.â
"No," she said firmly, leaning in closer. "You're not doing this, not now."Her voice softened. "Please, babe, just let me in. Whatever it is, I can help."
She waited, watching as the tension drained from your body. Your eyes were still closed, but a fresh wave of tears was rolling down your cheeks, and her own tears mirrored yours.
"I can't-I can't stop," You finally said, the words coming out in a strangled sob. "Nat, I can't-"
She pulled you close, letting you bury your face in the crook of her neck. You clutched at her desperately, and she held you tight, stroking your back soothingly.
"It's okay, I'm here," Natasha whispered.
The dam finally broke, and you sobbed, your shoulders shaking.
âThereâs so much to be done constantly,â You whispered. âI donât know why, but itâs the truth. Sometimes, I feel like Iâm losing myself in all of this. Donât get me wrong, I love my job. I love our kids. I would never regret having a single one of them. Our life together is perfect. Itâs just some days I just canât stop. My mind wonât shut off.â
Natasha held you closer, letting the silence hang heavy around you. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and she knew it wouldn't be the last. There was no simple solution. No quick fix that would magically make everything better.
âItâs selfish of me when youâre at home with them,â You leaned against her. âIâm working ten-hour days. Iâm ten years into my career, and Iâm still working this hard for some need to be the best at everything. The best mom, the best wife. The best friend. I donât know how to turn it all off.â
Natasha ran her fingers through your hair.
"I just want to be good enough for everyone," you continued. "To make a difference. To matter. To do something."
She kissed the top of your head, her heart aching for you.
"You matter so much, baby," she said. "You matter to me. You're always enough."
She felt you take a shuddering breath, and she knew she had to say something, anything, to get you out of your head.
"We need a change. A vacation," she said. "Away from all this. We'll go somewhere. Just the two of us. Or just you if thatâs what you need."
"Nat," You looked up at her, eyes wide and filled with tears.
"I want this to stop," She cupped your face, brushing her thumb over your cheek. "You deserve better. We deserve better. I won't stand by and watch you destroy yourself. How can I help you?â
"Nat, I-," You swallowed thickly, and she waited, watching as you gathered your thoughts.
"I don't know," You admitted, leaning into her touch.
"You're not alone," Natasha whispered. "Never. We'll figure it out. Together."
She pressed her forehead against yours.
"You're so important to me, y/n" she continued. âSeeing you overwork yourself is scary. Please just take a moment. Come to bed with me.â
She pulled away, and you looked at her, a softness in your eyes.
"Will you lay down with me?" She asked. "Just for a little bit?"
You nodded, and she helped you, leading you towards the bedroom. You stopped in the doorway, your gaze falling on the messy sheets.
"I haven't had a chance to clean yet," You mumbled, looking away.
"It's fine, y/n," Natasha said. âWe can sleep another night on these sheets. Iâll throw a load in the wash tomorrow.â
She guided you into bed, settling under the covers. She laid back, watching as you curled beside her, resting your head on her chest. You were warm and soft, and the feeling of your body against hers sent a surge of longing through her.
âI truly donât know,â You began. âWhere I can cut back. I just⊠I like being busy. I do, but itâs so difficult to breathe these days.â
She held you tighter, kissing the top of your head.
"I don't regret our kids," You said suddenly.
"I know, love," She whispered.
"But some days, I think about what it would be like not having them. What our lives would be like."
You paused. "Six kids. Six little lives in my hands. In our hands. What am I supposed to do with that?"
Natasha sighed, rubbing your back.
"I feel selfish for wanting to walk away sometimes," You continued. "For thinking maybe we shouldn't have had them all at once. Maybe it would've been easier."
"You're not selfish, y/n," Natasha murmured. "You're not."
"I love them, and I love being a mom," You said. "I do. I can't imagine life without them. But it's a lot."
Natasha brushed the hair away from your face.
"It is a lot," She agreed.
"Sometimes, I wonder how different things would be. If they weren't ours." You melt back into her arms. "If we had just decided after the miscarriage not to do it. To be happy being aunts to WIllow. Then my heart hurts. It aches so bad because I should be grateful. I should be thankful for all of this. I lost a baby. We lost our child. We got Cara. It was great. I was happy. Then we got the sibling set, and I thought we were crazy for being outnumbered..."
Natasha kissed your temple.
"But then Paige came. Then Luke."
"We wanted it, y/n" she reassured. "All of this. We wanted the kids."
"I know," You whispered. "But I also feel guilty sometimes."
"Guilty?"
"Yes," You admitted. "And I hate myself for thinking that. Because if I could do it all over again, sometimes I think I wouldn't have chosen this for us."
Natasha's eyes burned with tears.
"Why would you ever think that would hurt me?"
"Because you're not like me," You said. "You're strong. You've always been. I'm weak."
"You're not. Stop," Natasha chided. "You are the strongest person I know. I'm serious. Y/n, listen. You're allowed to have feelings. It's okay."
"I just want you to be happy, Nat," You sighed. "I want our kids to have a normal life. I don't want them growing up wondering why their mom is a wreck or that she regrets them. I don't regret them."
"They'll understand one day; if they don't, then it's not the end of the world. We have a lifetime to explain."
"What would we have done? If we didn't have kids?"
"Well," Natasha shrugged. "I'd like to think we would be somewhere fancy. Traveling whenever we want."
"What else?"
"Dinner, maybe," Natasha smiled. "Candlelit. Drinking wine. Slow dancing."
"That sounds nice," You sighed.
"We could do it now," She suggested. "I mean not the travel or the candlelight. But we could put on a record, eat, drink, slow dance."
"I'm a mess."
"We could take a bath."
"Okay," You breathed, closing your eyes.
Natasha leaned down and kissed your forehead.
Natasha smiled gently, her heart swelling with affection for you as she stood up. âAlright, then. Letâs do something nice for you,â she said, her voice soothing as she went to the bathroom. You watched her go, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the sight of her, the way she moved with purpose, knowing exactly what you needed.
In the bathroom, Natasha turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature until the warm water flowed. She added a few drops of lavender essential oil, filling the air with a calming scent that instantly began to soothe the edges of your racing thoughts. As the tub filled, she turned her attention to the flickering candles on the edge of the sink, lighting them one by one until the room was filled with a soft, warm glow.
âCome here,â she called softly, her tone inviting. You pushed yourself off the bed, feeling the weight of the day still lingering in your limbs, but Natashaâs presence made it lighter. She stepped aside as you entered the bathroom, gesturing toward the tub.
âItâs perfect,â you murmured, taking a moment to appreciate the cozy atmosphere. You could feel the tension in your shoulders begin to ease as you stepped closer to the warm water.
âJust what you need,â Natasha said, her voice low and comforting. She reached out, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering against your skin. âYou deserve to unwind.â
With a grateful smile, you began to undress, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and relief as you shed the weight of the day. Natasha helped you step into the tub, the warm water enveloping you like a gentle embrace. You let out a soft sigh as you sank deeper, feeling the heat seep into your muscles, washing away the fatigue.
âSee?â Natasha said, leaning against the tub's edge, her arms crossed as she watched you relax. âThis is nice, right?â
You nodded, closing your eyes and letting the warmth envelop you. âIt is,â you replied, feeling the tension slowly melting. âThank you for this, Nat.â As she began to leave, you peeked one eye open. "You're not going to leave me alone?"
"I'll stay right here," she assured, moving to the corner of the bathroom and grabbing a fresh towel. She sat on the floor, facing you, leaning against the wall. She crossed her legs, draping the towel over her lap, a smile on her lips. "I'll be right here."
"I was thinking more along the lines of you climbing in," You arched a brow.
"Y/n, you know I love you. I would do anything for you, but I don't want to make it uncomfortable."
"Make what uncomfortable?"
"Well," Natasha gestured around her. "You're supposed to be relaxing."
"Are you worried that seeing me naked is going to give you the urge to jump my bones?"
"You have such a dirty mind, Mrs. Romanoff."
"I have a dirty mouth, too," You winked. "You know, sometimes, you're so sexy when you're not even trying. That's part of the reason why I married you. Not just because you're wonderful, smart, and talented, but you're so gorgeous that it makes my heart ache."
"Y/n," Natasha smiled, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "You're sweet. You're lovely. But I think the hot water is making you a little loopy. Now, just relax."
"But I'm not done with my story."
"Tell me another time," Natasha insisted. "Just close your eyes and listen to my voice."
"No," You shook your head, sitting up straighter. "I'm not going to stop. Not until you get in this tub with me."
Natasha sighed, but there was a fondness in her expression. She knew you were stubborn and that you wouldn't let this go.
"Alright," she said, getting to her feet. "Let me grab another towel."
"There's no need," You replied, reaching out and taking her hand. "Just get in."
"Y/n," Natasha laughed. "This is a little awkward, don't you think?"
"It's not. Just get in. Come on," you tugged on her arm.
With a resigned sigh, Natasha undressed, carefully setting her clothes aside. Your eyes trailed over her, taking in her body's soft curves and subtle lines, admiring her smooth skin. As she slipped into the water, your gaze never left her, a rush of excitement filling you.
"See?" you said, moving closer to her. "Isn't this better?"
"Yes," she breathed, her cheeks flushed, her pupils dilated. She maneuvered herself behind you so you could rest in her arms.
You let out a soft moan as the water lapped against your skin, the warmth enveloping you. As Natasha wrapped her arms around you, her chest pressed against your back, the feeling of her skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine.
"Feels good, right?" Natasha murmured, her voice low and seductive.
"It does," You replied, your eyelids fluttering shut. "I want to be clear about something..." You murmured. "I've never regretted our kids. I've never regretted this life."
"I know."
"I do, but sometimes, I get in my own head. I know you're right there with me, holding me up, but I can't stop thinking. If I don't work hard, how will we have everything we need?"
Natasha kissed the side of your head, her hands resting on your arms.
"We can figure it out. You're not doing this alone, love."
"I know," You sighed. "But some days, it feels like that. Like I'm just treading water, trying to keep my head above the waves."
"I'm here," Natasha whispered, her voice full of tenderness. "Always."
You turned slightly, meeting her gaze.
"I don't want you to worry. About anything." She pressed her forehead against yours.
"I can't help it. I do," You said.
"We're okay, baby. I promise."
You closed your eyes, feeling a wave of emotion wash over you.
"How would you feel," Natasha breathed. "About us possibly getting a nanny?"
"Oh," You raised a brow. "I thought we visited that topic back in New York. It's why your parents moved in with us."
"While true, I think having another set of hands will take the load off," Natasha shrugged.
"What brought this up?"
"Well," She sighed. "You're not the only one that worries. I worry about you, how you feel. And I see how much you care for our kids."
"They're my whole world," You replied.
"I know. I'm not questioning your love for them," She reassured. I've seen enough lately that our work and sacrifices are worth it. We need to take care of ourselves first. I can't keep watching you destroy yourself over the smallest things."
"I'm fine, Nat," You shook your head.
"Please, babe, hear me out," She cupped your cheek. "You're a good mom and an even better wife. But it's okay to ask for help."
"We have the in-laws," You protested.
"Yes, and while they're amazing, they can't care for our kids daily."
"We're outnumbered," You frowned. "We said we would never be. They could overtake us any day now.
"Yes," Natasha chuckled. "I'm glad you're finding humor in this."
"Well, what can we do?"
"Let me look into hiring someone," She said. "We're not saying yes or no yet. I just want you to consider the possibility. If we get a nanny, it means less work for both of us."
"I'm the one having a mental breakdown, and you're home with them every single day," You looked into her eyes.
"It's okay to struggle," Natasha kissed your forehead. "You're human. You're allowed to not be okay. But you're not alone."
"Thank you, love," You whispered.
"Let me take care of you," She brushed her thumb across your cheek.
"Alright," You smiled. "We can look into it."
"We're going to be okay," Natasha said.
"I know," You replied, your heart swelling with affection for her. "Because I have you."
"Always."
The two of you sat silently for a moment, enjoying each other's company. The sound of the water gently lapping against the tub's sides was soothing, and the flickering candles cast a warm glow over the room. As Natasha traced lazy patterns along your skin, you felt the tension leaving your body, replaced with a sense of calm.
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Easier When Unknown
Summary: Danny could have imagined his life would be interesting after everyone learned his secret, but he didn't think it would be this different.
Author's Note: A phic phight fanfiction! Here are the two prompts:
AU where no one knew Danny was Phantom until PP (or some alternate big reveal of the author's choice). Sam and Tucker are sure that a famous hero like Danny Phantom is too cool to be their friend again, especially since they haven't talked since before freshman year of high school. Danny just wants to be part of the trio again and has no idea how to ask.
Danny finds out that Sam's been being bullied at school and has been hiding it from him and Tucker out of embarrassment.
...
Dannyâs life definitely didnât get easier after his identity was revealed, but it didnât get that much harder, which was good. Right?
Or, well, that was a little bit of an oversimplification. His life definitely got harder in a lot of ways. People stared at him wherever he went. Suddenly all of the popular kids at school wanted to be best friends with him, like he couldnât see through that change of pace from a mile away. There were news stations constantly vying for the first interview with the half-ghost kid who defeated the Ghost King.
But his parents stopped hunting him. And they were going to try to work things out. And Jazz revealed that sheâd actually known for a while now, and that made her more ready to adapt to everything, and she didnât treat him like anything had changed.
And all of that kind of evened it out, at the end of the day. Even if he wasnât exactly sure he was ready to go from townâs enemy to worldâs hero.
Because that was another part of this: word of Amity Park, ghosts in general, and what heâd done had been spreading like wildfire since heâd put Pariah Dark back in his coffin. Suddenly everyone was talking about him, and everyone knew him, and, as stated with the aforementioned journalists, everyone wanted to talk to him. He woke up every day to see news trucks that were local and ones that were very much not right outside his house. Heâd flown intangibly to school every day for the past month.
Ancients, all this fame needed to die down soon. He wasnât sure how much more of it he could take.
He was often so caught up in everything changing all at once, however, that he didnât have much of a chance to think about things he might want to happen. Which was why he was a little caught off guard that morning. He was running from the daily mob of screaming girls who wanted his autograph (which was never something he thought heâd get sick of), and after getting at least a little bit of a lead on them, he turned intangible and dove through the door to the janitorâs closet, then turned back to normal and rested his hands on his knees, panting slightly to catch his breath.
âUh,â came a very familiar female voice, and Dannyâs head shot up. He found standing on the other side of the closet the one part of his life that hadnât changed.
And for a long, long moment, he and Sam and Tucker just stared at each other.
Dannyâs feelings about Sam and Tucker had never been more mixed. They really were the one aspect of his life that stayed the same post identity-reveal-to-the-entire-world, and he couldnât decide whether to thank them for the consistency or be pissed at them for the audacity.
Because he hadnât talked to Sam and Tucker since the beginning of Freshman year.
And then his secret was revealed to the entire world.
And he still hadnât talked to Sam and Tucker since the beginning of Freshman year.
âUh,â Danny said finally, because they couldnât just all keep staring at each other. âHi.â
âHey,â Tucker said. Sam nodded in acknowledgement.
Really, guys. Work with him a little bit, please?
âAre you hiding from people too?â Danny asked, pushing himself up using his knees.
âYeah,â Sam said.
âI didnât think youâd be hiding from anyone anymore,â Tucker said, and Danny didnât miss the tinge of bitterness in his voice.
âUm,â Danny said. He didnât seem to have any more words for Sam and Tucker than he had a year and a half ago.
âDanny!â came from outside the closet, and Danny whirled around instinctually. âGet back here! What makes you think you can run from me?â
âHey you mind if I hang out here for a bit cool thanks,â Danny said, moving across the closet until he was right across from Sam and Tucker. A second later, the door handle started jiggling, and Danny turned intangible, even though he could feel Sam and Tuckerâs stares.
The door swung open and Paulina poked her head in.
âOh, itâs just you two,â she said, disappointment obvious in her voice. A second later, she perked up. âHey, you havenât seen Danny, have you?â
âNo,â Sam said, crossing her arms. âWould you back off? Weâre trying to hide in a closet here.â
Paulina laughed. âSure, okay. Have fun, losers.â She slammed the door after herself.
Danny dropped the intangibility as soon as she was gone with a sigh of relief. âThanks,â he said to Sam and Tucker.
âDonât mention it,â Sam grumbled, and leaned back against the shelf behind her. âIâm surprised you didnât want to see her, though.â
âHonestly, yeah,â Tucker agreed, giving him a weird look. âNever thought Iâd see the day youâd turn down Paulina.â
âItâs not that,â Danny said. âI mean she⊠sheâs notâŠâ
The warning bell rang, and all three of them looked towards the door, where they could hear it outside. For a second afterwards, none of them moved.
Sam did first, pushing herself off the shelf. âBye,â she said, starting towards the door. Tucker followed her closely.
Danny tried not to make his deflation obvious. âYeah, okay,â he muttered. He turned intangible again, and slipped through the floor, rather than try and go past them.
It was only when he actually made it to his homeroom that he realized he still had no idea why Sam and Tucker were in that closet.
âŠ
âHey, Fenturdâ I mean Fenton!â
Danny heaved an internal sigh and looked up from his tray of food to find Dash and Kwan walking up to his table.
âAre these seats taken?â Dash asked with a grin, gesturing at the as-of-yet empty table around him. Heâd gotten to lunch early in order to try and hang on to one.
âYeah,â Danny said to Dash, leaning over to rest his chin on his hand in what was intended to be a representation of how little he wanted them here. âIâm holding it for all of the ghosts that are going to show up during lunch and blast you across the room.â
âHa, youâre a riot Fenton!â Dash said, completely ignoring Dannyâs tone and face and sliding into the seat next to him. Danny cringed and didnât bother to hide it, sliding as far away from Dash as he could. Unfortunately, Dash just slid right down after him, which resulted in Danny nearly being pushed off the bench and Dash not noticing.
Kwan followed his lead and took the seat across from Danny, meaning Danny was forced to look in boredom to the side to avoid both of their gazes. He waited a couple extra seconds, but eventually it became clear that neither of them were going to move. So, Danny sighed, resigned himself to his life, and picked up one of his terrible school-lunch chicken nuggets.
âSo, we were both thinking that maybe you could come watch one of our practices!â Dash called, slinging an arm around Dannyâs shoulder. âThe football teamâs, I mean.â
âWhy would I do that?â Danny asked, making his shoulder go intangible just long enough for Dashâs arm to fall through.
âWell I mean, it would be neat to have you there,â Dash said, glancing across the table at Kwan. âRight Kwan?â
âTotally,â Kwan agreed with a grin of his own. âAnd I mean, youâre pretty good with athletic stuff. You know, when youâre a cool ghost fighting superhero and not a weak dweeb. Maybe you could come as Phantom, you know, show us some tricks!â
âGee, that sounds great,â Danny deadpanned. âSo am I just supposed to ignore the insults in there, orâŠ?â
âHey,â came Paulinaâs voice, and Danny turned around to see her walking up behind them all. âCanât you two leave him alone? Itâs clear he doesnât want to be bothered by you.â
Danny blinked in surprise. He really hadnât expected Paulina to pick up on that. Maybe she actuallyâ
âHeâd clearly rather be sitting with me!â Paulina said, reaching down and pulling Danny up by his arm.
âOkay, thatâs it!â Danny went intangible again and slipped out of Paulinaâs grasp, then grabbed his lunch and walked out of the room, straight through the doors without bothering to open them.
He made his way out to the front steps of the school and sat down, and managed to get through at least a couple bites before he remembered the reason eating outside was also a bad idea. The reminder came in the form of a reporter and a camera man leaping out from what he thought was a normal van sitting across the street.
âMr Fenton!â called one of them as he ran up towards the steps. âOr would you prefer Mr Phantom?â
âIâd prefer solitude,â Danny snapped, leaning back and away from them both.
âOh absolutely! Just a couple of quick questions first of course, you wouldnât mind.â
The door slammed open behind them, and Danny prepared himself for Dash or Paulina again when, to his surprise, Mr Lancer stepped down the steps and stopped right in front of him.
âYouâre on school property,â he said, crossing his arms. âYou have two minutes to get back in your van and drive away or I am calling the police.â
âSir, can I ask, how long have you known that one of your students is dead?â the reporter asked, shoving a mic in Lancerâs face.
Lancer raised an eyebrow and pulled out his phone, then started dialing 911. Thankfully, the reporters turned and ran back across the street before he could finish.
Lancer turned back around as soon as they were gone. âAre you alright?â he asked, casting a concerned look down at Danny.
âFine,â Danny muttered, picking up his tray and climbing to his feet. âYou know. Great.â
Lancer looked at him for another second, then said, âMr Fenton, come and eat your lunch in my classroom.â
âWhat? Why?â
âYou can sit out of view from my door,â Lancer said. âItâll give you a break from the crowds.â
Danny felt a knot in his chest loosen. âReally?â
Lancer gave him a sympathetic frown. âI canât imagine itâs an easy thing to deal with all the time,â he said. He opened the door again and gestured for Danny to go first, so he did.
And for the first time in a while, he ate his lunch in silence.
âŠ
He wasnât expecting to see Sam and Tucker again that day. Most of the time his time at school was spent avoiding every single person he possibly could. The morning incident in the janitorâs closet had been a once in a blue moon event.
But, as fate would have it, there was a ghost attack during the last period, and after going and taking care of it (just the Box Ghost showing up as an irritation), he landed behind the school to find Sam and Tucker leaning against the wall and talking.
And while heâd originally come back here to try and avoid all of the cheers heâd get going right back into class, he was sort of regretting that decision now.
Sam and Tucker were clearly deep in conversation, but they noticed when he landed right in front of them, and then they all got to do a lovely repeat of that morningâs staring at each other.
âHiding again?â Tucker asked eventually.
Danny nodded. âYou too?â
Sam nodded.
Danny gave them a curious look. âFrom what?â
âDanny!â
Danny groaned audibly this time, as Star ran around the side of the building and straight for him.
âThat was so cool the way you just flew off like that!â she called. âNot a second thought to how you might be putting yourself in danger!â
âYeah, thanks,â Danny said, already starting to fly away. âMake my excuses in class, will you? Got to get this really dangerous ghost back to the portal right away and send him through to the ghost zone. Great thanks bye!â
He flew off maybe a little bit too quickly for the given situation, but he couldnât stand another second there, and school was basically over anyway. He made it home pretty quickly, and thankfully wasnât stopped by any news outlets on the way, though that was likely because he made the whole trip while intangible.
But while he made it inside without any fuss, as soon as he flew down to the lab he was greeted with his parents working on what looked like a weapon of some kind.
He winced. He was never quite able to stop the touch of fear that came with his parents working on a ghost weapon. After a second, though, he floated down to the ground anyway and changed back from his ghost form.
Both his parents startled and looked over at him.
âDanny,â his mom said. âYouâre back early.â
âYeah uh, ghost fight in last period,â Danny muttered, heading over towards the portal and attaching the thermos to it. âSchool was already basically over, so I just came home.â He hit the button on the side of the portal and sent the Box Ghost flying into the portal, crying out dramatically all the way.
âWell thatâs nice,â Mom said, the tension in her voice obvious.
âYeah, uh, anyway I have homework,â Danny said, starting for the steps. He had a feeling flying up through the ceiling wouldnât be a great idea right now.
âWill we see you for dinner, Danno?â Dad asked. âWe were hoping to all eat together tonight.â
Danny tightened his grip on the railing of the stairs. âOkay.â
He considered asking what theyâd be having, but given the tension in the room he really didnât think he could spend much more time in the lab.
So instead, he just said âSee you later,â and headed upstairs.
Itâs not that his parents had reacted badly to the Phantom news. Theyâd done the important stuff, theyâd given him a huge apology and stopped actively hunting him. But none of them seemed to really know where they stood with each other anymore. Danny didnât logically think they were going to hurt him anymore, but it was difficult to get rid of that fear response that for the longest time, it made sense to have.
But at the same time, he could tell it made them feel guilty to see him be scared of them. Jazz said it wasnât his fault, and she was probably right. But he still hated it.
He started first for his bedroom, and made it part of the way through the living room when the front door opened and Jazz sprinted in, slamming the door shut on nearly a dozen reporters. Danny could still hear their voice through the door after it shut. Some were asking how it felt to be the brother of a hero, some were asking how long sheâd known and how sheâd found out, and some were asking how it felt to know her brother was dead.
Jazz heaved out a breath, though all of the reporters were still easily heard through the windows. Then she looked up and met eyes with Danny.
âOh hey,â she said, clearly still exhausted. âHow was school?â
Danny didnât respond, instead gazing out the gap in the curtains to the people shoving cameras in it.
âSorry,â he said to Jazz.
âOh, donât you dare,â Jazz said. âI know you hate them as much as I do.â
Danny sighed and looked down. âYeah.â
âAre you doing okay?â Jazz asked hesitantly. âIâm sure itâs⊠a lot.â
Danny snorted. âUnderstatement.â
Jazz smiled a little. âYeah.â
Danny turned to face her more directly, chewing on his lip. Heâd avoided the topic with her so far, mostly because too much was going on, but that didnât mean he hadnât been desperately curious. âCan IâŠâ he said hesitantly. âCan I be like one of those awful reporters and ask you how you found out?â
Jazz rolled her eyes. âDonât be ridiculous. Youâre not a reporter, youâre my brother. And I know if I tell you itâs not going to end up on the 5:00 news.â
She paused, and turned and glanced out the windows for a moment. âYou want to go upstairs, though?â
âYes,â Danny said immediately.
So they both ended up in Jazzâs room, sitting next to each other on her bed, with the curtains drawn tight in case the helicopters came back.
âI found out during the Spectra thing,â Jazz started. âI spotted you transforming.â
Danny nodded, thinking about that. âOkay,â he said quietly. âAnd⊠why didnât you say anything?â
âI wanted to wait until you wanted to tell me,â Jazz said. She sighed, and glanced towards the windows. âI guess that didnât really work out.â
âNo,â Danny muttered. âBut⊠I appreciate the sentiment.â
Jazz turned to look at him, concerned. âAre you doing okay? I mean, obviously not, just⊠you know.â
âOh no, Iâm fine,â Danny said, rolling his eyes. âI always hoped that everyone would learn my secret in the aftermath of an exhausting battle when I was definitely not prepared for them to learn, and then Iâd be hounded by literally everyone who suddenly feels entitled to my attention and my time. Dream come true, this is.â
âIâm really sorry it turned out this way,â Jazz said quietly.
Danny sighed. âMe too.â
âIs there anything I could do to be helpful?â Jazz asked.
âDo you know if anyoneâs figured out time travel yet?â
âI donât think so.â
âDammit.â
There was a moment of silence, and Jazz said, âI mean it.â
Danny shook his head. âThereâs nothing you could do that you arenât already doing,â he said. âYouâre not looking at me different. Like your entire worldviewâs been flipped on its head. Which, I mean I guess for a lot of people it has, but⊠still. Itâs nice that youâre not.â
Jazz was quiet for a moment, and then she reached over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. And despite how totally lame it was to hug his sister, Danny did the same back.
âStill, if you want me to stand in between you and anyone, just let me know,â Jazz said.
âI wouldnât ask you do that,â Danny said, pulling back, though he was smiling a little. âI can just fly away from the news vans, and go intangible to get away from the helicopters. And Lancer already gave me permission to hide in his office during school hours if I ever need to.â
âGood,â Jazz said with a nod. She paused for a second, and Danny got the feeling she was about to ask something delicate. He was proven right when a second later she said, âAnd what about Sam and Tucker?â
âWhat about them?â Danny said, glaring away. âWeâve said about ten words to each other since everything happened. And about half of them are âum.ââ
âŠOkay, so maybe heâs a little more bitter than he realized. He sighed.
âI canât expect everything to suddenly change,â he said, turning back to Jazz. âOur falling out had nothing to do with Phantom.â
Or, it technically did. Their falling out had been because he constantly ditched them and left mid-way through hangouts. Because he was Phantom, and had to go fight whatever ghost had shown up. But they didnât know that at the time. And it had been over a year since theyâd talked. They had probably moved on.
âYou should still talk to them,â Jazz said. âAnd I mean really talk to them.â
âYeah, well, I donât see much of an opportunity for that in between getting interrupted every ten seconds, either by classmates or reporters,â Danny said. He paused, and turned to look at Jazz as a realization struck him. âHey, how are you doing with all that, by the way? It doesnât look like the reporters are leaving you alone.â
âTheyâre definitely not,â Jazz said. âBut I can handle myself. Besides, they tend to leave me alone as soon as they see you.â
Danny smiled a bit. âGlad I can take that off your shoulders for you.â
âOh yeah, if anything you owe me,â Jazz said with a smile. âAfter everything I did for you?â
âI think Iâve saved your life three times now.â
âDo my dishes for a month and weâre even.â
Danny snorted. âSure, you got it.â He took a deep breath, feeling lighter than he had when he got home.
âHey, thanks, Jazz,â he said, looking over at her. âYouâre surprisingly easy to talk to.â
âAnytime,â Jazz said, smiling warmly at him. âI mean it.â
âŠ
The next day didnât start much better, with flying invisibly to school and hiding in various places until first period starts, but Danny found himself in a better mood despite it. Talking with Jazz had helped, and knowing heâd have a quiet place to eat lunch helped too.
He still didnât love being swarmed in the halls on his way to his first period after the warning bell rang, though. Maybe he could use his well-established reputation for being late for everything and just hide until the halls were empty between classes.
âŠOr would that not work anymore because everyone knew the reason?
Well, heâd give it a shot anyway.
First period was uneventful, thankfully, aside from everyone spending the period staring at him while he was trying to focus, which was nothing new. He could tell it was irritating both him and the teacher, however, because eventually he set his chalk down from writing math equations on the board.
âAnyone who doesnât stop staring at Mr Fenton loses an entire letter grade on the next test,â he snapped. âThis is school, this is not your free time. Mr Fenton, thank you for at least trying to pay attention.â
âAnytime,â Danny deadpanned, because he wasnât about to turn down a compliment from a teacher, and he really was trying.
Apparently the threat of losing a letter grade was only enough to sway a couple students, though, likely the ones who hadnât entirely given up on their grades like he had.
(Although maybe the administration would go easier on him now�)
Either way, he managed to get at least some of the notes down by the end of the class, and going up to the teacher to ask if there was anything else he absolutely needed to have written down seemed to put him on his better side. Being a teacherâs favorite was also something he wasnât used to.
And as a second bonus, staying behind and finishing the notes resulted in a late pass, meaning he could wait until everyone had filed out of the hallway.
Or at least, he thought thatâs what he was doing.
Instead, as he turned a corner towards his next period, he stumbled across Dash shoving someone inside a locker. And instead of adding him to the bunch like he used to, when Dash spotting him he brightened.
âFenton! You want to help me stuff these losers in here?â
âNot really,â Danny said, starting over towards them to help out whoever he was bullying. âYou know, if youâre really trying to get on my good side, you might tryââ he stopped as he reached the locker.
Well, apparently Dash really didnât care about getting on his good side, because staring back out at him were Sam and Tucker.
âUh, hey Danny,â Tucker said, waving at him from inside the locker.
Danny turned back to Dash, raising an eyebrow in what hopefully came across as âare you fucking kidding me.â
âAw, come on, youâre not trying to say you still care about these losers,â Dash said, like the very idea was ridiculous. âYou can hang out with anyone you want now! By the way, youâre still coming to football practice later, right?â
âProbably not,â Danny snapped. He held a hand out to Tucker, who grabbed it. Danny turned him intangible and pulled Tucker out until he could stand on the floor.
Tucker looked a little off balance after he let go, but Sam still grabbed his hand when he offered the same to her.
âOkay,â Tucker said as Danny set Sam down. âA little warning next time maybe?â
âSorry,â Danny said. He glared back over at Dash. âBeat it.â
âAw come on Fenton, you know I didnât mean anything by it, I justââ
âBeat it or I tell everyone about that time you wet your pants after I saved your life from the Box Ghost.â
Dash went pale, and then quickly left.
âWait,â Sam said. âReally?â
Danny snorted. âOh yeah,â he said, turning back to face them. âI could tell you stories about what Dash is like when heâs in danger.â He paused, looking at them both in concern. âAre you guys okay?â
Sam glared away, crossing her arms. âFine,â she muttered, a note in her voice that Danny couldnât read.
âThanks for the help,â Tucker said. And then they both turned around, clearly about to leave.
âWait!â Danny yelled after them. âIâ please.â
They both turned hesitantly back around.
âWeâre late for class,â Sam said.
âIâll tell them you got caught up in a ghost attack,â Danny said. âJust, please can we talk? Just once, and then we can be done. Okay?â
They both exchanged a glance, and seemed to say something to each other with their eyes that Danny couldnât read anymore.
Finally, they turned back to face him, and they both nodded.
âWhere?â Tucker asked.
Well, eventually the bell was going to ring, and then the hall would flood with people who wouldnât leave them alone. And if they went outside, theyâd be met with a similar problem, just with the news crews instead of students. And if they were going to pretend a ghost attack happened, they should probably go somewhere to make it at least a little more believable.
âHow do you feel about the roof?â Danny asked.
âUh,â Tucker said. âHave you been there?â
Danny nodded. âItâs⊠quiet. Sometimes.â
They were both quiet for another moment, then Sam nodded. âOkay.â
Danny started over to them, glanced at Tucker and said, âThis is your warning,â and then grabbed them both by the arms, transformed, and flew them all up through the ceiling and onto the roof.
Tucker stumbled a little as Danny let go of him. âOkay,â he said. âNeeded a different kind of warning there.â
Danny smiled a little bit. âBe glad youâve never fallen through the floor in your sleep.â
âThatâs not really something Iâve ever thought would happen to me,â Tucker said.
âTell me about it.â
Thereâs a couple seconds of silence, and Tucker and Sam exchanged another glance.
Finally, Sam turned back to him and crossed her arms. âSo,â she said. âYouâre Phantom.â
Danny sighed. âYeah.â
âCan I askâŠâ Tucker started. âI mean whatâ like how did you becomeâ itâs okay if you donât want to tell me,â he added quickly, holding up his hands. âYou donât have to.â
Danny looked at him for a second. It was definitely the same question he was sick of getting from other classmates and the reporters. But Tucker at least had given him an out. And if this really was going to be the last time they talked, he wanted them to know everything.
âYou remember the portal in my parentâs lab?â he asked. âHow I told you it just started working one day?â
Tucker nodded.
âThatâs⊠not actually true. I turned it on. From⊠from inside.â
Tuckerâs eyes widened. âDude.â
Danny gave a short laugh. âYeah.â
âWhat happened with the ghost fighting?â Sam asked. âI mean did you get pulled into that, orâŠ?â
âWhat? No,â Danny said. âI mean, kind of, sure, but someone had to do it. I wasnât going to let people get hurt.â
âButâ you got hurt,â Sam said, gesturing at him. âAll the time. We talked about it around you. Back whenâ when we were still talking.â
Danny shrugged. âI can take it. Normal humans canât.â
The phrasing seemed to throw them off, which was fair, but he didnât take it back. He wasnât a normal human anymore.
âStill,â Sam said finally. âYou should have told us. We could have helped you.â
Dannyâs shoulders slumped. âI know,â he muttered. âIâ I really didnât want you to find out like this.â
âOn the news?â Tucker asked. âAlong with everyone else? Like we werenât any different from them?â
Danny winced. âYeah.â
A pause.
âIf I knew everyone was going to find out, I would have told you first,â he added. âFor what itâs worth.â
âWhy didnât you tell us?â Sam asked.
âIt just⊠it felt so big,â Danny said, shaking his head. âAnd I didnât know how youâd react. And⊠Iâm sorry.â
Neither of them said anything for a minute. Danny wasnât sure what exactly they were waiting for, but eventually he had to help fill the silence.
âHow long has Dash been bothering you?â he asked.
Both of them immediately looked away.
âOh, come on. You canât make this conversation entirely about me.â
âWe canât?â Sam asked raising an eyebrow.
âNo. Thatâs not fair to me or you.â
Sam glared away again.
âPretty much since everyone found out,â Tucker said a second later. âI guess he figured he couldnât mess with you anymore so he moved on to easier targets.â
Danny clenched his fists. âAsshole. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs not your fault,â Tucker said.
âNo, I just mean,â Danny gestured vaguely with his hands, not sure what he meant. âGod, Iâm so sick of him. Of all of them.â
Tucker gave him a look. âYou really donât like all the praise?â
Danny shrugged. âI dunno. I guess it beats being hunted.â
Tucker and Sam were both silent for a minute. Danny looked at them for a second and saw slight horror on their faces.
Oh. Maybe they hadnât quite realized that part yet.
âYou could have told me about Dash, you know,â Danny said, trying to stop them from thinking too much about that. âI would have helped.â
âWe⊠kind of didnât think youâd care,â Tucker said hesitantly.
Danny blinked. âWhat?â he asked.
âI mean, you are kind of a big deal now,â Sam said, gesturing at him.
Danny crossed his arms. âIâm sorry? Did you miss the part where I didnât want to be?â
âNo, I just meanââ Sam started.
âYeah, I should go hang out with Dash, huh? Or start dating Paulina? Wouldnât that be just great?â
Sam blinked at him. âWould it not?â
âOf course not,â Danny snapped. âNone of them actually give a shit about me.  They all just think itâll get them something if theyâre best friends with Phantom. They still donât like Danny.  I donât want to be friends with people who only ever see one side of me. Thatââ he looked away. âThat already didnât work.â
âOh,â Sam said quietly. âSorry.â
Danny sighed. âItâs okay,â he muttered.
There was another long stretch of silence.
âThat wasnât the only reason, you know,â Sam said.
Danny looked up at her. âWhat wasnât?â
âThat we didnât tell you. Orâ I guess I canât speak for Tucker. But it was just kind of embarrassing.â
âEmbarrassing?â
âI meant it when I said I noticed you were getting hurt all the time,â Sam said, looking down at the ground. âYouâre fighting actual ghosts, and Iâm supposed to come up to you and say âhey Dash is being mean to me?ââ
Danny stared at her. âSam,â he said. âDonât be ridiculous. I would have put the ghosts on hold.â
âI donât want to call you for backup every time I need help,â Sam snapped. âYouâre not likeâ my bodyguard. Even if we had spoken in the last year.â
âWell, I appreciate the sentiment,â Danny said, because he did. âBut youâ I hate it when you guys are hurt.â
âWe hate it when youâre hurt too,â Tucker said, looking pointedly at him. âItâs why we didnât exactly love it when you pushed away while you were so obviously dealing with something.â
Danny winced. âIâm sorry,â he said again. âI should have told you.â
âYeah, you should have,â Tucker said. And then all of them stood there, none of them saying anything.
Tucker broke the silence again, this time with a sigh. âBut for what itâs worth?â he said. âThanks for saving everyone all the time. And for recently, with that weird ghost king guy.â
Danny nodded. âAnytime,â he said. He didnât have to tell them the part about how he thought he was going to die. Again.
âAnd, you know, for what itâs worth?â he said instead. âThanks for trying. While I was being an idiot. Sorry I didnât let you help me.â
âHow about this,â Tucker said. âWeâll be there to help you as Danny and Phantom if you kick Dash across the football field once or twice.â
Danny blinked, confused. âHuh?â
âThat sound good to you, Sam?â Tucker asked, glancing at her.
âYeah, I wanna see that,â Sam said with a nod. âAnd Iâd like to learn how to kick some ghost butt.â She smirked over at Danny. âMaybe Iâll start with yours.â
âWait, I thought,â Danny said, looking back and forth between them both. âI thought we said weâd be done after this.â
âAre you kidding? You think youâre getting rid of us again?â Sam asked. âNow that we finally know whatâs been going on with you?â
âSorry, youâre stuck with us this time,â Tucker said, crossing his arms with a grin. âLike weâre gonna let your total loser half go unacknowledged. You canât be Phantom all the time. Sometimes you have to get teased for how much you like NASA.â
âOr get your butt kicked in Doomed,â Sam chimed in. She raised an eyebrow. âSound good?â
Danny didnât try to hide his smile at all, and instead he closed the space between the three of them and wrapped his arms around Sam and Tucker in a hug.
âThat sounds great,â he said, meaning every word.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#jazz fenton#dash baxter#maddie fenton#jack fenton#phic phight#my fic
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dpxdc; My Uncle is Nuts.
My Uncle Is A Nut
Written by:
Aph-mable
@thegatorsgoose
Having been announced the heir and Co ceo of D.A.L.V co, Danny has gotten used to being dragged to formal events with Vlad against his will. Getting caught up in saving one of the many galas heâs forced to attend, Danny catches the eye of one Lex Luther.Â
Chapter 1
Danny tries hard not to sigh for the umpteenth time as Vlad drags him towards another group of rich folks and reporters.
When his Godfather had publicly announced Danny as his heir during one of his mayoral speeches he thought he was going to die all over again from sheer embarrassment and frustration, especially when he started calling Danny out of class to work on âspecialâ projects or drag him to Galaâs like this one. Â
Usually at least one member of team Phantom would come along, usually Sam since her parents often forced her to attend anyway, unfortunately this time everyone was busy.
Sure Danny could have asked, but he didnât want to take away what little free time they had during spring break, so for now he was going to face this party on his own. After all nothing really interesting happens at these and heâs not going to end up socializing much anyways.Â
At the moment Vlad had rolled him over to a group of men who were chatting away about their latest technology, a nerdy looking yet buff reporter taking notes on everything.Â
Danny was only half listening to what was being said when the frootloop budged in, something about wanting to partner up with Wayne tech since DALV co was already partnered with Lex co.
He could only roll his eyes and cringe as his crazy arch nemesis wrapped an arm around the shoulders of the bald ceo who looked just as done as he felt.
Seeing Vlad finally to distracted with his deals Danny took his chance and snuck away, moving his wheelchair as fast as possible to make a break for it, away from the party and to explore the building. maybe even escape if he was lucky.Â
Unfortunately as he reached one of the doors the pesky security stopped him, saying he needed to stay within the building, so he pulled out the oldest trick in his book.Â
âI have to go to the bathroom, can you at least point me to it?â He even pulled out his pleading eyes to look as innocent as possible to make the security guards feel uncomfortable.
âItâs through those doors over there, just across from the kitchen⊠do you want-â before the guard could finish Danny was already zooming to the door and shouting, âNo thanks, byye!âÂ
Once out of sight he at least made an effort to head towards where the bathroom was but stopped in front of the kitchen.
First double checking all sides of the hallway, he pushed himself into the kitchen in search of something to tinker with. Danny swears he will drop dead if he doesn't get some kind of technology in his hands.Â
When he entered the place was completely empty of any staff. makes sense as they had set up a huge buffet in the main hall and had all the kitchen staff stand against the wall to show who cooked what, like it was some kind of grand show.Â
This left Danny to âborrowâ a few appliances, theyâre rich they can afford it!
He ends up taking a toaster, a blender, and some kind of cylinder air fryer, stuffing them all into his magic bigger-than-it-looks bag and bolting out of there as fast as his wheels could take him so as to not get caught.Â
Once he re enters the gala he parks himself in the furthest corner near a window. He starts pulling out his mini tool kit and the items he took, trying his best to hide them by making them semi invisible so it just looked like he was messing with his tools as he gets to building an ecto gun.Â
Danny tried to stay alert and scan the room on occasion but nothing much was happening, Vlad was still bragging to the group of men, and there were only three other kids around his age hanging out on the opposite side of the room. One looked ready to pass out while the other two stood next to the door arguing over whoâs dog was best.
Danny pulled his goggles down over his eyes and rolled up his sleeves so his specialized gloves could start putting power into the ecto gun. He quickly starts to hyper focus as he tinkered with the homemade gun, his mind drifting off to play among stars that were just out of reach.Â
Even with everyone talking around him it all faded to white noise, finally quiet enough he now focused his power to flow through the machinery as he twisted the screws into the right place.Â
His very core sang with how peaceful it was as he finished making the home made ecto gun and set it down in his lap.Â
Just as Danny turns it invisible to put it away, his chair is suddenly jerked as heâs dragged towards the now frightened guests, a group of men dressed in green and purple question marked suits threaten everyone into a corner as they start setting up strange equipment. Â
Clutching his invisible weapon tightly in his lap one of the goons tries threatening him with a gun, but before Danny could react Vlad steps in front of Danny, letting out an instinctual growl to make them back off.Â
The goon rolls his eyes before directing them to where he wants them to go, trying hard to not let his hands shake too badly as he thrust more people into the now overcrowded corner, keeping watchful eyes on Vlad who is seconds away from losing his temper and ripping someone's throat out.
Now most people in this situation would just listen to their captors, sit still, be quiet, all that jazz, especially with how many of the goons were now bringing in strange green canisters of gas that gave off the scent of pure fear.
Yet as Danny rams Vladâs ankles with the wheels of his chair it's pretty clear he wasnât like most scared civilians. For once he was siding with his godfather as he was very, very angry. Angry that they were targeting innocent people, angry that Vlad was treating him like he was helpless, angry that he had to show up to this stupid gala in the first place⊠He had noticed some of the other kids giving them the slip earlier, at least thereâs that.Â
Just as they bring in the last canister one of the goons trips and nearly brakes open the container, which got the already annoyed second incharge to yell at them.Â
âFor fucks sake! Be careful with those things, we donât even know what theyâll do yet!â
The younger looking goon, who looks barely out of their teens, shrinks away as they whimper out an apology. He sets the items down as others around them either stare in frustration or sympathy.Â
Yeah, no.Â
 âWow you people are pathetic.âÂ
The second in command turns at Dannyâs outburst, taking a step forward and clenching his fists. âWhat the fuck did you just say?â Danny rolls his eyes before glaring at the goon âI said youâre pathetic, did you get that or do you need me to repeat myself again?â
The crowd looks on in half horror, half shock as the leader walks up to Danny, resting his hands on his arm rests and leaning down to stare at Danny threateningly. Danny leans back in his wheelchair and looks up at him with a bored expression, unphased. Vlad tries to shove his way to Danny, but is held back by several goons. Danny spares a quick glare at his godfather, he has everything under control.
âI may be a criminal, but even I donât like kicking a kid when theyâre already down.â The goon says, moving his eyes down to glance at Dannyâs wheelchair and back up again, glaring into his eyes. âSo Iâm going to give you one last chance to take that back.â
Danny narrows his eyes at the goon as he clutchs the invisible ecto gun in his lap, itâs now or never. With near inhuman speed he quickly reaches for his bag and pretends to pull the weapon out, aiming it right at the goons temple. Thereâs audible gasps from the crowd as the goon stumbles away with wide eyes before gaining his footing and going right back to glaring.
âAnd Iâm going to give you one last chance to reconsider what youâre doing with your lifeâ Danny smirks at the goon, already reading up the lecture in his head.
âItâs 30 minutes past start time, what is taking you so-â Dannyâs smirk evolves into a full shit eating grin as the Riddler walks in to scold the goons, what perfect timing.
With the crowd distracted Danny uses his other hand to unlock his phone. With a few simple swipes, Danny has the gala on lockdown. With the main asshole inside.
Perfect.
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Damian puts on his Robin suit with trained proficiency once they make it to the cave. Unfortunately he and Jon were the only ones able to leave on time, the rest of the family having been dragged away. Truly, this proved that he had good reason to not mingle with the crowd. It had nothing to do with the noise. Or the lights. Or the small talk.
Truly.
âWho do you think it is this time?â Jon asks, an excited smile on his face. But even while being carried, Damian could see the tension in his frame, the nervous tick in his brow. His friend was worried. âI mean, they have the question mark thing going on, but they also had the gas canisters which I don't think the Riddler does that? And the gas itself kinda smelled like lavender and hazelnuts like fear gas but it was also kinda minty? And not like candy cane minty but like straight mint leaf minty? I donât know, I only know thereâs a difference cus ma tried to make mint tea that one time cus she was super sleep deprived and she read online that mint tea could improve memory or something, that stuff reeked!â Another indication of Jonâs nervousness, rambling. By the time Jon had finished his rant, they had already made it to the gala.
Once heâs put down Damian dusts himself off and turns to Jon. âIt is most likely a team up, then.â He pulls out his katanas and readys himself for the fight ahead. âOnce you break down the door our job is to stall long enough for the others to get out. We donât know what the gas can do, so keeping the containers safe is our top priority.â As much as it pains him to admit, just him and Jon wonât be enough to handle it themselves. Thereâs too many people, and they need some of the bats to disperse around Gotham in case the riddler has set up a larger plan.
Jon smiles at him and nods, hopping from foot to foot in excitement (which he doesnât find adorable at all). âYou ready?â Damian gives a sharp nod before Jon kicks in the door.
â-I mean COME ON, people would PAY you to have a chance at your game show! You could even do your whole âriddle me this!â Thing as itâs own segment! But noOOOOooo, you wanna risk the lives of countless civilians so you can get a fucking furry to answer your stupid riddles, most of which arenât even original! And NOW you wanna partner up with a fear junky cus why?â
âI-â a clearly startled Riddler tries to answer before being interrupted.
âOh yeah, cus your BUDDY, your PAL scarecrow, thought it would be so FUNNY to release an UNTESTED gas in a gala for a fucking THRILL HIGH.â
But instead of a fight they walk into.. this.
 A wheelchair bound boy with black hair and blue eyes (who heâs sure his siblings would call âadoption baitâ) holding a strange silver and green gun that looked straight out of one of Damianâs sci-fi mangas, at a confused and startled Riddler. It seems the crowd used this as an opportunity, as the rest of the goons were restrained near the walls by a mix of his family, Kent, and various gala attendees, while the middle of the room was occupied by the armed boy.
âHuh?â Jon let his arms rest at his sides as his head tilted to the side in confusion (it does NOT remind him of a confused puppy, absolutely not). However before Damian could say anything, it seems the boy has finally noticed them.
âOh, youâre here. Took you long enough.â The boy finally puts the gun down and into a bag at his side. âHave fun.â He says in a bored tone as he turns and starts pushing himself in the direction of a man with silver hair, Vlad Masters, who met him in the middle only to start fussing over him, seemingly much to the boyâs annoyance.
Finally shaking off their shock both Damian and Jon rush to detain the Riddler until the police show up, yet Damianâs curiosity keeps bringing his eyes back to Masterâs and his ward. outwardly, the concern seemed genuine, but with how the boy was reacting to just being touched by Masterâs⊠made him think otherwise.Â
Even Lex Luthor was side eyeing the man instead of resuming his chatter with father or Mr. Kent, meaning something was happening and Damain was determined to find it out one way or another.Â
For now though, they have their hands full because of Riddler and Scarecrow.
Domain knew he should have stayed back with Ace.Â
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End of chapter 1
#dyslexia#long reads#batfamily#bruce wayne#clark kent#disabled danny#wheelchair au#jon kent#damian wayne#the riddler#scarecrow#patrol partners event 2023#mild violence#swearing#dpxdc#autistic writers
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Quin do you have someone particular in mind? Because what you described I either picture Mihawk, Rayleigh, Lucci, Kid, Izou or Crocodile maybe Sabo too. Yes definitely Sabo too.
You can't just drop this and not write more. đ„”
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XD
I mean, me being me I had Marco in mind primarily. Sat between your legs, using one transformed foot to wrap his talons around your calf and keep your legs wide open.
Long fingers just finding the points that send sparks through your vision. The way he flickers flames over you every time you orgasm to help you recover a little faster so there's less time between them.
Rayleigh's a good choice too. He doesn't even press his fingers inside your ass, just teases against the ring until you're losing your mind wondering how he can bring you to the edge like that. A gentle swipe of your slit with his thumb and you're crying, begging, gods and demons just let you cum, just once, please.
He wants to know what the rush is, you both have all day, just relax. Once you relax he finally pushes inside, and you're cumming in that soundless sort of way that rolls your eyes back, mouth gaping like a fish out of water, squirting down his arm.
Sabo's a good one, but he's traded his usual leather gloves for those bright blue neoprene gloves. You've been role-playing, and he's the shady government official there to get your confession. You've done nothing wrong, of course, but you're still going to admit to your crimes by the time he's done with you.
Don't fight it, don't think too much, just drown in the pleasure and admit all your sins to him. He promises he'll make sure you atone for each, and every. single. one. â„
Kid's thick fingers are covered in lube, and the stretch is intense, but he's only going to hurt you if you beg for it, so it might feel weird, but it still feels good. The cold heavy curve of the tip of his metal finger against your tongue and the perfect tension against your neck. It's equal parts alluring and scary how fine his control is over that massive hand.
How caring he is that the finger tips are rounded right now, so there's no hard edges against your tongue or lips. Every time you cum he's leaving hickies and bite marks on your skin, seasoning that deep pleasure with spice just the way you need for it to prolong everything.
Crocodile's hook cradles your neck as his single finger fills you well. He teases pushing his thumb into your cunt, but shifts up and teases your clit just as you think you're going to get double penetrated by his fingers.
Of course he does this while you're in his lap, legs draped over his, gaze hazy and unfocused as half the upper staff gives the report for the day. You're certain Crocodile won't have missed a word, but you're not even sure how many people are there. No would dare to risk anything more than a shaky voice or clearing their throat in regards to you, and the only time people stop talking is when you're cumming.
Everyone listens, no one daring to disturb the one Crocodile actually wants to hear.
Izou has you suspended from the ceiling, face lined up with the window as he works. Between the height of the window and some curtains, no one can see much except your face, but if you cum too hard to scream the entire ship's going to hear you.
The point is who gives in first - will Izou show mercy, or will you remind the crew that the one person who can really make you bloom is him?
Lucci is unforgiving in fingering you, nearly forcing an orgasm from the beginning, but you can't. Much as he works you toward the brink you have to fight it, you have to struggle - by Lucci's words specifically you're not allowed to cum until he gives you permission.
The longer you obey him the more pleasurable his conquest of you will be. Make it a minute and you probably won't need medical attention. Make it two minutes and the bruises and claw marks will be much sweeter, almost kind.
Make it three minutes and any crying you do will be from overwhelming pleasure.
Hold out until he tells you you're allowed and you won't be able to walk for a couple of days for all the best reasons.
#quin answers#nocturnalrorobin#marco the phoenix#silvers rayleigh#revolutionary sabo#sabo#reader insert#x reader#eustass kid#sir crocodile#izou one piece#rob lucci#mdni
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Im gonna fill ur page with requests BUTTTT
Imagine cockwarming gamer bf! while he's on a stream and ur trying ur best not to move
(and failing miserably bcuz everytime you move he pushes deeper inside u just so that u moan and he can humiliate the fuck out of u with millions of ppl watching)
Soooo I didnât know who you were talking about so I just assumed I could choose my baby~ I hope you enjoy!
You were currently reading something online while your boyfriend was streaming. You were a bit needy, but since he was busy with his game, you decided to help yourself with some spicy stories.Â
âBabe, can you come in here for a second?â You heard Gyuvin call out, so you quickly composed yourself and walked into his office. âHm? Are you done streaming already?â you asked, and froze when you saw his camera was still on.
âNo~ but I wanted to show you off! The viewers kept asking about you.â He smiled cheekily, pulling you closer by the waist. You giggled, before letting out a squeak as he started to pull you on his lap. âW-wait baby I can standâ You laughed nervously, not wanting Gyuvin to feel your wetness through the dress because you stupidly decided not to wear panties. You remembered your thought process, âeasier access for when heâs finished.â God you hate yourself right now.
âBut how are they going to see your cute face?â He pouted, finally getting you to sit down and wrapping his arms around your waist. Luckily(for him not you) he could still easily play his game, so you stayed silent, trying not to squirm too much.
As for him, he didnât notice at first until he started bouncing his leg in excitement, it going in between your thighs. Now he feels your slick on his pants. At first he started getting flustered, faltering his quick skills for a moment, before smirking at an idea that popped into his head.
Oh dear. You saw his dark eyes through the webcam, and knew you were fucked. Funnily enough, you didnât think literally.Â
âGive us one second viewers~ I have to fix something really quickâ Gyuvin grinned, seeming innocent but you knew otherwise.
As soon as he muted and turned off his webcam, he lifted you up slightly and unbuttoned his jeans. âWhat are you doing??â you squeaked out, feeling his bulge through his boxers.
âMore like what were you doing? Were you touching yourself without my permission?â He tsked teasingly, before pulling out his dick. âBaby, we canât do this! Your viewers would start to worry if youâre gone this long-â
âWho said I was gonna be gone?â He gave a quick peck on your cheek before lining up to your folds, slowly pushing inside causing you to moan softly.
âYour punishment, cutie, is that youâre going to stay still on my cock, and if you even slightly move, Iâll bounce you once or twice. You wouldnât want the viewers to hear your slutty moans would you?â You looked at him in shock, and a little bit of lust.Â
âIâm back, viewers! Just had to troubleshoot some things.â Gyuvin smiled at the camera after turning everything back on, returning to his game.
For the first half, you were pretty obedient. But then you slowly got more flustered as time went on. Youâd let out whimpers from time to time, as your pussy would pulse in need without warning.
Without thinking, you squirmed trying to calm yourself down. By the time you realized what youâve done, it was too late; He acted as if he was just readjusting, when really he gently thrusted up into your special spot. You let out a little âeep!â but luckily you were able to bite back anything more. Meanwhile, the chat has been overflowing with thirsty comments about you, causing Gyuvin to chuckle.Â
âGuys, sorry to inform you but y/n is mine. Isnât that right babe?â Gyuvin looked at you but instead of waiting for an answer, he decided to be an asshat and thrust up a bit rougher causing you to let out a soft moan.
_craddymommy_: Is she ok? >_>
Your_mom_69: Dayum she made that sound?
BigDEnergy_420: hot ;)
God this was humiliating. Also the last two are such lazy ass names? âSheâs fine, just feeling a little flustered, she is camera shy right hun?â He pulled you closer as if that was possible, you staying silent.
As a warning, he pinched the inside of your thigh as you bit back a whine; âItâs rude to ignore the chat you know.â He whispered in your ear, before pulling back and continuing the game.
As he went on, every once in a while youâd move and heâd move his hips to hit your g-spot.Â
After an hour more of âtortureâ and many moans and concerned chatters, he finally leaned back and stretched, ending the live with âSorry guys, I need to fuck my girlfriend.âÂ
Right after the end button was hit, Gyuvin wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand going down to your clit as he fucks into you roughly. âYou know how- haah- how difficult it was to not fuck you into oblivion with millions of people watching you cum from my cock?â He moaned in your ear, before getting bored of the position and turned you around, picking you up easily with his dick in you at the same time, before going to your bedroom while occasionally slapping your ass. Barely making it into the room, he threw you down on the bed on your stomach. He pulls your ass up and goes back into your tight pussy, pounding hard causing your moans to turn into screams of pleasure.
âF-fuck~ Slow down- ah~!â You whined, with him just ignoring you. As you babbled almost incoherently, him letting out a raspy laugh as if he wasnât just as needy. âFuck baby, you drunk off my dick already?â He slammed into you, his balls slapping against your thighs.
As if you werenât already fucked dumb, he started spanking you leaving handprints.Â
âMm~ such a fucking good girl. Mine. Say it. Say youâre mine.â He growled, suddenly getting possessive thinking of the viewers who might be jacking off over your moans. Sadly you were too dumb to respond, causing him to flip you around and pulling you into a deep kiss.
âMine~ donât you fucking forget thatâ He muttered against your lips.
 It didnât take much longer before you were close, and right when you came, he followed shortly after.Â
A few moments of being out of breath, and him laying down next to you, Gyuvin looked to his side to see you passed out. Letting out a weak chuckle, he got up with a groan and picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bath. <3
A/NâHope you enjoyed ya nasty(Kidding ILY POOKIE) This was way longer than I thought itâd be đ
#zb1#zerobaseone#gyuvin smut#zb1 smut#kim gyuvin x reader#kim gyuvin#lord have mercy#holy fucking shit#gyuvin x reader
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