#.....there is a Moist joke in here somewhere

[drunkenlionwrites]

Lapis Lazuli Warnings: afab g/n reader, slight sacrilege , p in v sex

You feel so devastatingly overwhelmed with sensations that your brain is almost shutting down. The back being pressed to the cold and moist surface of the frescoes-covered wall, the hot body of your lover against your chest, the tail of his slithering between your thighs to then hug your waist possessively while he languidly pushes himself into you.

The air around you is humid, Dan Heng’s exhales near your face only making you feel it stronger. The look in his azure eyes fills you with some kind of primal need and reverence. His skin is velvet under your fingertips. The strands of his hair are nothing but finest silk falling onto your shoulders. The act feels so sinful – a sacrilege of sorts, yet Dan Heng’s breathy grunts beside your ear make you forget everything else. “I see you’re still a sinner in this life, Dan Heng?” you manage to tease him, which grants you a deeper and harder push of his cock into your core.

One more thrust and a chuckle follows. “Don’t antagonize me. You’re the willing participant too, my love.” The sarcasm dripping in his tone, his movements shifting back to agonizingly slow again while his sleek tail wraps tighter around your waist. You whine, trying to shift your hips against Dan Heng at least a little. Naïve. He won’t allow you that. But still, you’re stubborn. “At least I’m not doing it against the relic of my people.”

“Oh, is it so? If I were you, I would know better than that and stop talking now. That is…if you still want me to make you come now.” His voice grew darker, but you knew that some darker parts of him resonated with your taunting.  With a huff you relent, deciding not to dwell on the subject deeper, biting his pointed ear and pressing the head to his shoulder. It served as a sign for Dan Heng to continue with your slow punishment.

Hands running up your thighs with utmost tenderness to only grip them harshly in attempt to bring your lower body even closer to his. Every grind of his length inside you painfully brings you closer and closer to your release. The feeling of his fangs grazing the skin of your neck hard enough to make it bleed doesn’t make it easier on you. The skin where your lower bodies collide is covered in your combined fluids and produces lewd squelching sounds now that make you shiver in the tight hold of your lover. It’s still not enough.

“Please…Please. I need more…I’ll be good to you” you mewled into his shoulder pathetically. Anything to make him move faster inside you.

“So weak now.” he chuckles, biting your neck once again until you cry out. “Well, let this sinner grant you with the long-awaited deliverance then.” he breathes out in your ear, which makes you clench around his length. His pace becomes punishing now, each thrust precise, each touch making you feel sublime, yet somehow dirty. Your pants and moans only encourage Dan Heng to move faster. The stinging pain in your neck and back adds to your pleasure and pushes you closer to your release.

With moans of your name his thrusts become erratic, and you feel him pulsing inside you so deliciously, that it serves as the last stroke before impeding orgasm. You shudder and pulse around his cock, barely registering now how his hot cum fills you. While coming down from your release, panting and holding each other close, Dan Heng smiles in his usual warm way – the corners of his lips slightly upturned, his eyes, now of darkened lapis lazuli color full of adoration. “Well that definitely ‘spiced it up’, right?” you murmured, exhaling.

I'm sorry, this just lived in my head and I needed to spill it out somewhere. Basically reader and Dan Heng are roleplaying here a bit to have rougher sex, but I feel like Dan Heng is still kinda OOC here and he for sure won't be joking about the sins of his past incarnation while fucking at the Scalegorge Waterscape of all places 😂

[jinwoowoo]

On Public Bathroom

Previously on the beach…

"YN. Wait! We're in public." Saerom moaned out, panting as she took her time to take a breath after you stopped all of your movements.

"You surely are late to notice it by now, Saerom. What do you want? Should we go back to the van and continue there?" you offered on Saerom while trying to slip your hand further into her pussy.

…

"Show them why you are the leader of the group, babe. Let them know why I, YN, chose you to be my girlfriend"

With some encouraging words, all you need is a little push to make Saerom fuck you out in the open. You held her slim waist and thrust your hips upward, making her moan needily out loud again. The people around gasped, finally confirming that you and Saerom are fucking. Her eyes slowly turn their gaze from worried to aroused as she finds the fun of having people watching her having sex. She looks at you and grabbed your hand, slipping it under her crop top and having a direct connection to her boobs.

…

Few more bouncing and Saerom reached her peak like you. She came around your cock, much greater in volume this time and proving that your sex tool wrings out more of her pussy juices. She felt exhausted and leaned back, resting her tired body on top of your chest. You hugged her body and turned sideways, spooning your tired girlfriend on the beach chair.

"Well done, Saerom… Haha…" you chuckled while kissing her sweaty shoulder, slurping out her bodily fluids.

…

Saerom had to go as it was finally her turn for the photo shoot. It feels lonely to be left alone on the beach chair, but luckily someone seems to want to have what Saerom had.

"Hey, Nagyung! Come here." you patted the space between your legs. Nagyung smiles and giggles as she goes toward you.

"You call for me, YN oppa?" Nagyung smiled while sitting in the allocated space you made for her.

"How's my little Nagy? Did you see Saerom's performance a while ago?"

Nagyung nodded and scooted closer, leaning her sylphlike body against yours. Moving and wrapping your arms around her waist, your face snuggled on the crook of Nagyung's neck, and took a deep breath, inhaling her appetizing body scent.

"Oppa not here…" Nagyung whined out, body shivering as she felt your moist heated breath traveling from her neck down to her shoulder and exposed back.

"Where do you want to do it then, Nagyung? I don't want it to be that far or else I can't do my work properly."

Nagyung chuckled at your joke since you basically doing nothing at the moment. She took your hand and pulled you somewhere else. Letting her lead the way, she brought you inside the shower room built right next to the hotel swimming pool area. There are much fewer people around compared to the shore where the MV filming is happening. Pushing you inside one of the cubicles and closing the flimsy curtain that serves as protection of your privacy, Nagyung gave you a victorious smile for doing something clever.

"How about here YN, oppa? Do you think we can do it here?" Nagyung leaned forward a little, shoulders moving back and forth in the opposite direction.

"Nice choice of place, my little Nagy~ should we start now?"

After rubbing and tickling Nagyung's chin like petting a puppy, you strip all of your clothes until you are buck naked. Your huge appendage stands proud and tall, slapping your abs in the process. Seeing you going naked convinced Nagyung to do the same. With her panty as the last artifact on her body removed, you walked closer to her and examined her body.

"You have such a gorgeous beauty, Nagyung. Your body is so hot and your pubes are well-trimmed, too. Did you do this by yourself?" You asked as you rubbed your thumb on Nagyung's luscious lips, traveling them down to her midriff and crotch.

"N-no, YN oppa. Saerom helped us with our diet and keeping our body pleasurable in case you need us anytime." Nagyung stood still as you examined her carefully.

Kneeling to see her womanhood better, your fingers spread her vulva and witness her wet velvety walls slowly getting damp to your touches. You suck your middle finger, coating and lubing it with saliva before sticking it inside Nagyung's hole.

Nagyung's body jolted as she felt your slick long finger exploring her nether cave. Her hands reached down and tried to push your hand out in an impulse, but one stern gaze from you made her stop in her tracks. Her fingers folded and hid her mouth, preventing her moans from coming out. Having enough fun teasing Nagyung with your finger, you pull the digit out of her hole and wipe it clean using her trimmed pubes.

"Little Nagy made a mess. Should YN oppa clean you up?" You asked Nagyung, indicating to her love juices dripping on her inner thighs.

Nagyung meekly nodded, begging tears form in her puppy eyes. Petting her head gently, you opened the shower using your other hand and let the water pour on your bodies. Nagyung gasped after feeling the cold water hitting her bare skin. To prevent her body from shivering, you quickly pull her into your embrace and let the warmth of your body pass through hers.

"YN oppa… The water feels so cold…" Nagyung whimpered as she looked at you.

"Don't worry, Nagyung. Oppa has a perfect solution for that."

Bringing her closer to the wall, you trapped Nagyung between you and the cold tiles while grinding your body against her front. With your chest continuously rubbing against her breast, warm breath blowing into her face between the kisses, and your erect cock poking and threatening her hole to be penetrated, your body, not just Nagyung's began to warm up as your libido rises.

Nagyung wrapped her slender arms around your nape and pulled you for a searing kiss. She hopped a little, then snared her legs over your waist. With a willing body rubbing and grinding back against your front, you used the wall behind Nagyung's body and lifted her by her ass to prevent her from falling.

The simple kiss turns into a making out, steaming out with lust and desire to breed and make love with each other. Pausing to catch some oxygen, you rest your forehead against Nagyung's shoulder while she tilts her head back and sighs contently.

"I want you now YN oppa. Please put your hard cock inside me." Nagyung begged desperately.

Feeling her once damp pussy turning completely wet despite having water pouring on your body, your dick is twitching madly and begs the same. "I will push it in now, Nagyung. Don't tense up, okay?"

Earning a soft nod from Nagyung, you grabbed your fuck meat from its base and slapped it multiple times against her hole, giving her the tingles and stimulating her more. Once you are both ready, you aim the tip of your head on her awaiting entrance, slowly thrusting your hips upward while pulling her body to your crotch.

Nagyung instantly moans painfully as she feels her tight hole forcing her to take your whole girth inside. Her fingers clawed against your broad back, leaving some scratch marks. Even though you want to thrust fast and fill her already, it seems impossible as Nagyung's pussy had turned unbelievably tight. With some retracting and trying to push deeper, along with some grunts and aching sobs from her, you took your time penetrating Nagyung's pussy until you are fully sheathed inside her, crotches connected to each other.

"Shit Nagyung. Are you okay, little Nagy? Does it hurt too much?" You concernedly asked.

"I-i'm fine YN oppa. Can you wait a little bit before you can move again?"

Complying with her request, you let her be accustomed to your size first before moving. You cupped and grope her ass gently, peppering her with soft kisses all over her face and neck with a focus on her nose and lips to relieve her pain. After some seconds of helping her with the pain, Nagyung cupped your cheeks and gave you a nod.

Getting a go signal from her, you pinned Nagyung harder to the wall and pumped your hips slowly. Nagyung groaned sexily, with much more ease and gusto compared to her first penetration. Still holding your cheeks tenderly, Nagyung leaned down to capture your lips with hers and kissed you.

Dividing the work, with you focusing on fucking each other while she handles the kisses, you roamed your hands from Nagyung's supple ass up to her breast, fondling and kneading hard and slowly. Each squeeze sends a pleasuring shiver down her spine that continues to course through her body. Her slick pussy tightens the harder your grasp could is.

Plowing her little cunt continuously, the tension in Nagyung's groin keeps on growing stronger until she can feel your hard cock knocking and stirring her insides already. Your warm thick shaft grinds tastefully against her spots. Sensing the sudden hungriness on her kiss and erratic breathing, along with her restless legs and arms trying to grasp and hold into something, you stopped thrusting your penis in her vagina and looked at her.

"Are you near, little Nagy? Do you want to cum already?" You compassionately asked.

Nagyung shyly nods, admitting her pending orgasm is about to reach its climax "I'm sorry YN oppa… I want to cum already"

"That's fine, Nagyung. At least you told me the truth. Now, can you turn your back for me?"

After petting her head caringly, Nagyung unwrapped her legs and arms around your body. You pull out of her cunt, seeing a slick string of her natural lube connecting your sexes. After turning around, Nagyung knew what to do next and planted her hands firmly against the cold wall.

Now that Nagyung is in position, you grabbed your slick cock from the base and slid it against her dripping folds, recoating your shaft with her juices before slamming your cock back inside her. Nagyung moaned once more from the contact, but she remained in her position steady as you fuck her behind.

You fuck Nagyung fast and relentlessly, reminding yourself that she is already at her limit and you want to give her the best fuck she could ever have. Wrapping your arms around her slim sexy waist, you push and pull her lightweight body to meet your thrusts halfway, causing her to stand on her toes and her face grinding against the cold shower wall.

Nagyung becomes a moaning mess. Her words turned incoherent besides moaning out your name. Carried by the heat of the moment, you spitted on the curving of her back and fuck her faster. She wants to warn you about her orgasm but fails to do so as she comes faster than she expected.

Nagyung's body convulses from her intense orgasm. Her pussy is gushing out her juices, back arching gracefully with fingers clawing against the walls, but you didn't stop your thrust and fucks her more. Her tight pussy is milking you out having an orgasm, sending you closer to your limit.

Pumping and pounding her stretched sensitive hole, you also reached your peak in no time. Ropes after ropes of thick cum jetted out of your dick and filled Nagyung's womb completely. The remaining spills out of the gap from the connecting sexes are washed away by the running water. After catching your breath and pulling out of Nagyung, you leaned against the adjacent wall and sighed deeply.

"You fucked me so good YN oppa. I can feel your seeds swimming inside me." Nagyung said as she fingers herself in front of you, cleaning out her hole and removing all possible cum out of her hole.

"I can say the same, Nagyung. Fuck… I didn't fucked you for a long time that your pussy turned tight."

You joined Nagyung in cleaning and soaping your bodies together. After drying out and helping to wear back her outfit for the MV, you opened the curtain to be surprised by someone outside.

"Oh, Jiheon! How long have you been outside the shower?"

"N-not for too long. The director is looking for Nagyung but I can't disturb you two."

Jiheon stared at you first then at Nagyung, who was radiating a beautiful post-sex aura. You sense the neediness for Jiheon to have the same, there is one reasonable thing to ask.

"Do you want to have sex too, Jiheon?"

[empressofmankind]

Hooked On You

[Crocodile x F!OC]

Explicit with a capital E

Word count: 1.7k / 5 pages

(A/N) Featuring Crocodile and Shivs when they were still a thing. I don't know what force of nature even kept these two together. Actually, I do. Its shared and unresolved heinous trauma, and coping through mutual enabling with a side dish of codependency. They have so many problems. Gambling problems. Drinking problems. Marital problems. Who's gonna tell them sex isn't therapy? I am counting on you, Robin.

This is the same time frame as 'The House Always Wins', so ten years prior to the actual story and likely after hours at Rain Dinners. There's a joke in here somewhere about trouble in Paradise - literally, as that is where Arabaste is located. I haven't a clue in which larger fic I will stick this, but it is likely a long way off and it felt selfish not to share it.

Tag(s): Absolutely inappropriate use of that hook. Does it count as foreign object play? Probably. Its not a knife but I am going to say knife play because it is a stabbing weapon. I am sure the knife crowd is down. Thoroughly drunk sub, though he ain't sober either. We get a whiff of that daddy vibe of his, too. Obsessive and controlling behaviour? Definitely. Edging? The worst. Begging? Totally. Absolutely filthy language. I keep forgetting how foul-mouthed he is. Some mild degrading? Yes. What else? Are they still dressed? Yes. Married? For better and for much worse. Size difference? Still relevant. Power imbalance? Yes, she's so drunk. And so horny. He could turn her any which way rn.

My sincerest apologies for this title being the worst pun known to man, but the besties were asnooze and I had to make do.

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Hooked On You

“Ssh,” Crocodile said, his eyes hooded as he gazed down at Shivs, sprawled in his lap and across the couch. Her sparkly cocktail dress hitched up to her waist, showing off dark stockings against pale thighs. Who knew where she'd lost her heels? He stroked a red bang from her eye. It gazed up at him, large with need and drink. Again.

“Careful, honey,” he rumbled as his gaze lingered on her bare pussy. Watching her labia part against the smooth metal as he gingerly ran the tip of his hook between them. Felt her shudder, heard her quiet, plastered moan as her legs twitched towards each other. He didn't like it when she drank this much. “Keep those pretty thighs apart or you'll hurt yourself.”

He spread her open with two fingers, her inner folds slick and shimmering with her juices already. And touched the curved tip against the small, moist folds concealing her entrance. The breathy huff that drew from her fogged his thoughts with hazy lust, the ravenous beast within him stirring from its slumber. She was such a needy thing, and he wanted to see it. Wanted to see her eager little hole contract around the metal, grip at it with no hope of finding purchase. Watch her sweet juices run rivulets down its curve as she came for him, and only him.

She rolled her hips, and he stopped her promptly. Her protesting whine was as slurred as her speech had been. She squirmed, but he kept her put. His hook wasn’t sharp, per say, but it would not give in the way his cock would if she foolishly shoved her needy little cunt into it.

He waited till she stilled, fingertips brushing the edge of lace between stocking and thigh. When he dipped the cool tip between her moist inner folds, her legs twitched further apart for him. And the gluttonous creature inside Crocodile burred happily, devoured the pretty sight. He lightly, carefully, dragged the tip along her inner walls, searching for the sensitive spot just a little ways inside of her on memory alone.

A whimper, when he found it.

Her pitched moan as music to his ears when he stroked it again.

“Oh-ah!” 

Her hands shot down, weakly, drunkenly, scrabbling at the metal as she tried to tug him closer, feel more, feel everything, just the way she would if it were his fingers dug knuckle deep into her moist cunt. But it wasn’t.

“Shh,” Crocodile shushed against her red hair as he gathered her wrists away before she hurt herself with her blind need. She glanced up at him with such drunken lust that he almost forgot he was upset with her.

“You’ll hurt yourself if you’re not careful,” he said, his hooded gaze on her parted lips, her panting breaths. And kissed her as he pressed the tip of his hook against that sweet, sensitive spot, gradually increasing pressure until she squirmed in his lap and moaned into their kiss.

“What is it?” he whispered against her bated breath as he paused and devoured the garbled, indecipherable plea that spilled from her lips. “You want me to fuck you with it? Is that what you want, doll?”

“Y-yes, p-plea-ah!”

Her precious mewls and the way she writhed in his hold with barely contained need spilled like gasoline onto the smouldering fire of his own desire.

“I can’t do that, honey,” he said as he gingerly guided it deeper, tracing the inward curve of her tight vagina, a passage he knew so well. “It’ll hurt you.”

She twisted in his lap and he had to pin her hips down, palm flat against her belly, to stop her rocking into his touch. She absolutely could hurt herself with her reckless, drunken actions.

“N-need. You-ah,” she whined in a tone that made him so hard. Made him want to toss her around, pull up that firm ass and fuck her sopping pussy full of cum like she deserved. A low, guttural groan clawed its way from his throat as he pressed her narrow hips down, pushed her butt unto his aching cock as he held her put. He wrestled the rapacious beast down, but only just. 

Soon, he promised himself.

“G-gim. Me. Ah-shole,” she complained. Her hands fisted into the cushion and the fabric of his pants, her knuckles bright and bruised.

“Ts-tsk. That is no way to talk to your husband.” He carefully withdrew his hook, her slick cunt making a delicious noise around the metal. “Don’t I take good care of you, sweetheart?”

“N-ngh-eed,” she whined as he slid the tip back into her with a smooth, languid push that followed the curve of her tight passage as far as it would go. “N-need you. T-to-oh-OH!”

“To what?” He mused against her hair as he stroked her lower belly, watched the muscles there clench and tremble at the lightest touch. The urge to bury his cock into her warm, snug hole clawed at his sanity like a living thing. He needed to have her. But he wanted to see. Wanted to watch her cramping pussy grasp at the metal as she came for him mewling his name. 

“You need a little help?” Crocodile said as he traced his fingers down to her pubes. “Is that it, doll?”

Shivs nodded, fingers digging into fabric and his thigh, barely managing a reply. “Y-yuh.”

He ran his fingertips in broad, lazy circles around her sensitive bud, never quite touching it. “You need a little help to make your sweet cunny make you feel so good?”

“Y-yes.”

“Why should I? You’ve been nothing but trouble.” He slid his middle finger down through her wet folds, teasing the hot, slick skin where his hook dug into her sensitive, pliable hole. “Tossing patrons, wrecking the floor, ransacking the bar. Why should I reward that kind of behaviour?”

“Am s-so,” she babbled as she arched her hips towards his touch. It felt good. Bad. Better than she’d ever thought it could.

“What was that, doll?”

“Am s-sor,” she wheezed as his thumb ghosted across her clit. “Ror-ry.”

“Didn’t quite catch that.”

“I s-said I am s-sorry!”

“Are you?”He teased her sensitive bud, delighted in the way she twitched, the way her toes curled. “Such sweetly false promises from my darling wife.”

“F-fuck you, C-croc-odile.”

Her fist came at his face half-heartedly, trembling from drink and desire. He caught it and pressed kisses against her bruised knuckles. “Yes, you will.”

When he reached down to rub his ring and middle finger across her clit, her fist latched onto his shirt, her fingers digging into the expensive fabric as she arched into his touch and hook, both, with the loveliest raw cry. He relished how much she wanted it.

He gathered her closer to him, keeping her hips locked against his own to stop them moving. He massaged her needy bud firmly, rubbing his fingers roughly against her the way he knew she craved. “Say my name again.”

“Hnn. Mmm. Croco-dile,” she whined drunkenly.

A deep grunt escaped him, his cock throbbing beneath her as he rubbed her aching bud between his fingers. He drew his hook back, lightly caressing the tip along her inner walls, searching. 

“Again.” 

“Croc-oh-dile!”

He could tell from her pitch he’d found it. The spot he knew would make her see stars.

“Once more?” he rumbled into her ear as she trembled against him, so ready to reward him. To show him what he wanted, needed. He watched her tether for a breathless moment, watched her slick pussy clench around his hook. Then nudged her across with a sudden, sharp tap into that sweet, sweet spot.

“Cro-oh. Ah! Yes!” she wailed, and he savoured the way his name broke as she lost it.  “P-plea-uh. Yess!” 

He struggled to keep her trashing in check as her orgasm ripped through her. Forcefully pinned down her narrow hips as they bucked against his firm grip. He kept the pressure on her little cum spot, rubbed her clit through her peak. His hungry gaze fixed on her sopping pussy, watching her tight hole spams around his hook. Her sweet cum gushing out, running down the slick metal and dripping from its curve.

She was perfect like this, and all his. 

And always would be.

“My darling wife is such a pretty slut, and ever so sweet to me,” he murmured into her ear as she calmed down, her panting breath slowing, steadying. The sweet trembles racking her body subsiding. “Able to cum on anything I put in her needy little hole. Even my hook.”

He drank in her blissful, fucked-out look as she gazed up at him through heavy lashes, the caress of too much alcohol lingering behind her flushed cheeks and bright eye. Her lips were parted, an edge of teeth visible. 

He withdrew his hook, and groaned at her meek whine and the way she reached for it. She was such a needy little thing. The ever-hungry creature within him stirred with a satisfied burr, never quite done feasting on her, devouring her every word, action, noise, sin. 

“You know what I am going to do after this?” 

He brushed her fussy touch from his hook, caught her fingers in his own as he rested the slick metal against her flat belly. The ravenous beast roared, no longer tolerating being ignored.

“I am going to wreck your pretty cunt and stuff it full of cum until you come apart beneath me,” he said as he pressed a kiss against her bruised knuckles, catching her bright, greedy gaze. “You need that, don’t you, honey?”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

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Horny hell seat reservations - @ruledbyproblematique @littlemountainwolf @fanaticsnail @tiredemomama

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

Don't Get Attached | Drabble Series

"I don't do that sharing shit,"

Gulping down my 3rd? 4th? Or, maybe 5th shot? I mean, it clearly really doesn’t matter anymore as I’ve already lost count of the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed tonight. Mom, Dad, I’m so sorry, but it was either this or my crippling anxiety taking over my senses in the form of a meltdown somewhere in the corner of the neon lights. With the new school year beginning, a tide of frat parties has unleashed its wrath, inviting everyone who has ever stepped foot on campus. See, I’m usually not one to fall for such a trap, but my friends decided it was “good for me”. Whatever that means. At this point, though, it's hard to decipher their logic when my own slowly dissipates into thin air. 

Nonetheless, here I was, against my own will, in a sparkly halter top and some knee-high leather boots. Hey, I might be anxious but at least I look good. And, no, I didn’t dress up for anyone. Believe it or not, girls like to feel good for themselves and not the male gaze. Shocker. 

Unfortunately, attention was caught, and not the good kind as from the corner of my eye I saw a shadow slowly approaching my influenced self, dancing carelessly to the hip-hop throwbacks blasting through the living room speakers. The closer they got, the more I had to squint to barely make out their face since the lights in the room became more dim, almost rivaling the same ambiance of an underground cave. However, although we were still relatively distant from one another, the stench of alcohol in his system was enough to invoke a sense of disturbance in me. With a panting breath, I took a few steps back, trying to excuse myself from the dilemma before suddenly feeling his hands on my waist. 

“Hey get …” I snapped, my helpless cry cut short by the presence of another body coming in between us. Hiding behind his broad shoulders, I could no longer see the drunk head that almost monopolized my body, but merely heard the exchange of a few words between the two before Mr. X turned his attention back to my furrowed brows. 

“There you are, baby,” he says slowly with a sly smile before placing a soft peck on my forehead. Flinching from the sensation of his chains on my cheek, I press my palms on his chest to create some distance between us. Great, it seems like I was “saved” from a guy with bad intentions by another guy with bad intentions. 

“Baby?” I chuckle from the sheer disbelief. Who does he think he is? This better be some kind of a joke. Where are the cameras?

“Hmm, is my sweet girl still mad?” his voice is soft, but the smirk on his face is anything but that.

“Wha … what are you on?” I can’t help but yelp, trying to push his tattooed arms off of me until he pulls us closer, boycotting any hints of personal space to whisper something in my ear. 

“I suggest you play along if you want him to leave,” he hushes, pressing his chest closer to my burning body, natural with his touch as his hands innocently caress my curls. Focusing on the man behind him, I could feel my chest tighten, palms getting moist from the nerves kicking in. Is he trying to suggest I play along with his act of being my boyfriend? 

“Not mad, just missed you,” I whisper back into his ear before kissing his cheek as I proceed to fall into character. Tracing my hands down his back, my gaze is focused on the mischievous smirk forming on the man’s face before he takes another sip of his beer and slowly trails off into the crowd. Glancing back once in a while to confirm our act. 

“Thanks,” I sigh in relief, stumbling on my heels as my hands immediately let go of his. Scanning the room, my only wish is to find my friends and leave this shit show of a party. That is until my thoughts are interrupted by Mr. X’s sudden change of manner.  

“That’s it? That’s all I get?” he chuckles, fixing the chains on his neck as his gaze lowers to my lips. 

“Hmm? You’re kidding, right?” I gulp down the hesitation to scream before reaching for my purse as if the only belongings I kept in there weren’t my lip gloss and 3 sticks of gum. 

“I saved you, didn’t I?” his voice is firmer this time, stepping closer to place his right hand on my back before it hits the wall. Once again caged behind those broad shoulders, only this time my fear doesn’t stem from the man behind us but the one standing in front of me. I knew this was too good to be true. 

“What do you want?” I hesitate to ask, before looking up at his darkened orbs. Pathetic. 

“What do you offer?” he leans closer, thumb caressing my flushed cheek. 

“Do I look like a fucking Facebook Marketplace to you? Get off of me, before I scream,” I slap his hand trying to escape his grip on my waist, which, unfortunately, tightened with each of my attempts.

“Scream all you want, love, and while you’re at it, maybe try saying Jungkook, just so I know how you sound calling out my name,” he teases, nibbling on his lip ring. 

“I hope you rot in hell, Jung…” my comeback is abrupt as he leans in for a kiss, almost too naturally, which just fuels my assumption of his playboy acts. Again, pathetic. 

“Sorry, I thought he was coming back,” Jungkook winks with a sly smirk before tucking a few stray hairs behind my ear. The fact that he is so pushy and gentle at the same time blows my mind. Have I not just been assaulted? Or, it is fine because he said sorry? 

“Do you often kiss strangers?” is all that I manage to let out despite the burning desire in my stomach that’s been wanting to punch him this whole time. 

“Just the pretty ones,” he whispers in my ear, nibbling on the soft skin before covering the evident cleavage peeking through my halter top. 

“Don’t even think about it,” I snap, moving his face back to meet my furrowed gaze as his hands interlock with mine. 

“Relax gorgeous, I’m not a total dickhead. But, you still owe me one,”

--

Days have passed since the chaos at the frat party, and I'm still trying to rinse myself free of the hands that were on me. My God, what a night. Never again, and that's a promise.

Ding Dong Ding Dong

My thoughts, as always, are flying at the speed of light but come to a sudden hault when I'm greeted by my project partner for the 300 level microbiology class I've enrolled in. To say that I absolutely despise this class would be somewhat of a downplay because I quite literally hate it with all of my body. And don't even get me started on the lab portion of it, I mean, talk about disappointment. So, you could only imagine my relief when my lab coordinator paired me up with Jaehyun, an Honors Microbio major. Literally hit the jackpot with this one!

“Oh, hey y/n!” Jaehyun waves with a soft smile, welcoming me in.

“Hi! Listen, I know I’m early, but it was my first time driving here, and I …” I burst out, explaining every minor detail that led up to my arrival.

“Chill there, buttercup, you're fine! I was just about to quickly shower, though, so would you mind waiting max 10 mins.” he closes the door behind me, taking my cardigan and leading us to the kitchen. To be honest, I was so nervous to meet this guy that I left my dorm almost 20 minutes earlier than planned, in fear of hitting traffic. See, Jaehyun is a very put-together student and clearly lives pretty comfortably in terms of finances. So, I didn't want to make a fool out of myself by getting lost in the rich neighborhood that I'm sure is taxing the amount of air I’m currently breathing.

“Of course! Don't mine me at all, I'll just sit right here and start making the template for our lab report,” I assure with a nervous smile, unpacking my backpack.

“Okay, do you want anything? We can order pizza later, but can I get you something to drink?” Jaehyun asks from the pantry room, rummaging through the cooler fridge.

“Oh, whatever you have is fine. I'm not picky,” I reply, watching him bring out 3 different kinds of sodas.

“You can choose, or even have all of them,” he chuckles, placing the drinks on the table with a bowl of dried banana chips on the side. Making sure I was comfortable, he grabbed his phone before heading upstairs.

“Just scream if you need anything,” his voice echoes from the staircase as the bathroom door shuts closed.

Replying with a nod, I scan the room filled with marble countertop and beautiful greenery. The house is too big for Jaehyun to live alone, so I'm assuming his parents are still here as well. Although, I have yet to see one picture of other residents or even Jaehyun himself. The only accessory on the fridge is an Iron Man magnet attached to a little note that says “Busan Boys”. Okay?

Shaking my head, I snap out of my Nancy Drew episode and get back to working on the report. Until my attention is once again sidetracked by a tiny Polaroid on the second shelf of the dining cabinet. Hesitating to get up, I eventually fall victim to my own curiosity, trying to get a glimpse of the mystery photo.

“Jeez, why are these shelves so high,” I grunt, huffing and puffing for air as I stand on my tippy-toes.

“Let me get that for you,” a male voice sends goosebumps down my back as his hand goes over mine. Before even turning around, my eyes widened at the sight of his tattoos. The ones I first noticed that night at the frat party.

“It's you. What are you doing here?” I yelp with my chest heaving up as my back presses against the countertop by the weight of his form.

“What a weird way of saying hello,” Jungkook smirks, handing me the Polaroid of him and Jaehyun at the grand entrace of our university.

“You and Jaehyun are related?” I try to hush my shock, but it's evident that the dots are not connecting. How can someone so calm and gentle like Jaehyun be associated with a walking playboy like Jungkook? I mean one of them has to adopted. Right?

“Shocker, I know.” he scoffs, leaning closer before tucking a few hair strands behind my ear.

“Y/N! Is everything alright down there?” Jaehyun yells from the bathroom, trying to outscream the sound of the hairdryer. Looking up at Jungkook’s amused gaze, my own furrows before reassuring Jaehyun that I'm fine.

“Y/n, huh?” he chuckles, moving in closer before our lips are inches apart as his one hand trails my side.

“Get off of me or else I'll scream,” I snap, trying to push his chest, which only makes him enjoy this more.

“You love to scream, don’t you? But, don't you think you should change first?” his tone suddenly changes before locking his eyes with mine.

“Why should I change?” I ask before flinching from the cold sensation of Coke spraying all over my white tank top. This idiot has been shaking the can this whole time, plotting his schemes to embarrass me some more

“Jungkook, what the fuck are you doing?” I yell, hitting his back as he throws my restless body over his shoulder.

“It's okay, love, no need to feel embarrassed. Accidents happen,” he assures teasingly, rubbing my back for support.

“Fuck you, put me down now,” I demand before my body plops onto the soft mattress as he locks the door behind us. Turning back, Jungkook's expression eases, scanning my teary eyes.

“I'm not afraid of you,” I whisper, scooting back with every step he takes.

“I'm glad,” he smirks, hovering over my frame as his chains dangle inches away. Gulping down the nerves, I could feel my chest heave up as his hooded gaze drops to my lips.

“Can I?” Jungkook softly whispers, naive to his request under the circumstances that he has already put me.

“Do I really have a choice?” I scoff, almost letting out a chuckle from the sheer arrogance.

“Good point,” he mumbles, leaning in for a kiss. Soft with his touch, his hand caresses my cheek before I finally cave in and kiss him back. Was I possessed by another spirit? We will never know. Will I regret this? Probably.

“I'm cold,” I whimper, shivering from the cold residue sticking to my skin.

“I'm sorry, love, here, let me take this off of you,” he replies, nibbling on his lip ring before moving the tank top just enough to see my belly piercing. Shaking his head with a sly smirk, Jungkook places a trail of kisses up my stomach before reaching the fabric of my bra.

“Please don’t look,” I stop his hands, glancing up at his dark orbs as he replies with a gentle nod before rummaging through his closet.

“Put this on,” he says, handing me a grey hoodie with his initials on it. JJK.

“Aren't you going to turn around?” I ask with a furrowed look, scooting up so my back is against the headrest.

“Do you want me to?” he teases, inching closer before we both stop as the sound of Jaehyun's steps gets more prominent.

“Shit, I need to go,” I snap, quickly changing into his hoodie before fixing my hair.

“Relax, he may look smart, but he is actually quite dim,” Jungkook scoffs, nibbling on his lip ring as my back hits the door. Placing each hand on my side, he leans closer, eyes focused on mine.

“Why are you so nervous, anyway? Do you like him?” he asks with a raspy voice, waiting for my reply.

“No, we're just lab partners. But …”

“Good. I don't do that sharing shit,” Jungkook is quick with his reply, giving me a teasing wink as our lips touch for the last time.

Don't Get Attached Masterlist

[mncxbe]

Jimmy,Jimmy cocoa puff☆

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ slice of life/ Dazai in Greece <little warning for mentions of scars> kinktober is here so ofc I serve Dazai fluff

Escapism.

That's how this could be called. On a deserted beach somewhere in Greece, far away from home. With you under a cheap umbrella bought from a store nearby.

Colours seemed to have been sucked out of the world: the jade green and deep blue of the sea and the sky above were replaced by silver grey. Even the golden sand had a muted colour, the shade of oat milk, and rain poured down from the clouds; steadily, never ending.

But you... you were as radiant as always. Even now in this pearly light your face was bathed in glow.

Your features stood out on the dulled background. The mocha brown of your hair and eyes; the latter dotted with specs of gold, your tiger stripe red nail polish (a silly design you picked as a joke after your visit to the Kanazawa Gardens back in Yokohama, two weeks ago) and the charcoal black of your bathing suit were all so vivid.

He watched as you rose a bottle of green tea to your lips and took a sip.

"So... what do we do now?" you asked suddenly, your words muffled by the sound of falling rain.

Dazai only shrugged in response, gaze scanning his suroundings. The sky seemed to melt into the sea before his eyes, lines of droplets connecting the above and below, forming a capsule around the two of you. And behind, the rocky road that went back to town, which seemed to be flooding.

"Leaving certainly isn't an option" he replied, pointing at the swamped road and you turned your head to take a look; letting out a disappointed huff.

"Guess we gotta stay here for a while."

You moved your deckchair closer to his in attempt to shelter yourself from the rain and reached for your bag, checking to see if your belongings were still dry.

Dazai watched your every movement the same way an artist looks at his muse; with adoration, longing and just a shadow of sadness. Still, he couldn't deny how ironic this whole situation was:

"Don't let the rain upset you bella. It'll pass soon" he cooed "Plus. It could've started raining when we were in town or something."

"Oh spare me love" you chuckled in response. "It's cold and my book and clothes got wet"

Despite your complains you didn't seem mad at all. There was a certain aura of peace surrounding you at all times, especially now.

"It is beautiful tho." you added, pointing a manicured finger towards the horizon "It's like the world caved in and now it's just us left."

The brunette reached for your hand and took it in his own, softly running his thumb over your knuckles. "That wouldn't be bad at all actually"

Suddenly you got up from your chair at tip-toed towards the water, pulling Dazai after you. Your boyfriend's lips curled into a playful smile as you stepped into the water.

"Bella... you know I can't-"

"Shut up 'same. Your bandages are gonna get wet from the rain anyway. Come on"

And indeed, the humid air and droplets of rain made his loose shirt stick to his skin and he felt his bandages dampen.

And so he followed you into the grey sea, water rising around the two of you with each step you took. Ankel level, knee high, to your thighs and hips and soon enough waist. Still, you didn't stop until you were almost completely submerged.

Just then you turned to face him, hair moist and sticking up from place to place, a wide smile stretched on your lips. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled yourself closer to him as his hands instinctively came to rest on your plush hips.

Before he got a chance to say anything you closed your eyes and tiled your head back, allowing the cold rain to dapple your skin.

And oh how beautiful you looked. In this very moment Dazai stopped paying attention to his slowly loosening bandages, to the cold breeze that made his skin tingle; it was only you and him now.

Soon enough you began humming a tune, a nostalgic melody he recognized but couldn't remember the name of. Lulled by your song he closed his eyes, lowering his forehead to yours.

Sweet minutes have passed like this, the two of you completely absorbed in one another until Dazai finally opened his eyes to meet your own and his heart sank.

Your expression conveyed an image of pure adoration and devotion which made his blood rush to his cheeks, a soft blush tinting his face.

"What you looking at me like that for?" he teased, doing his best to cover up his emotions but failing miserably.

"Like what?" you responded in the same mischevious tone, nails lightly grazing the back of his neck.

Dazai sighed deeply, inching closer to you until his lips were touching yours and he whispered.

"Like you love me"

You smiled against his lips. "Well I do love you Osamu". You spoked those words in a matter of fact way, like it was the most natural and obvious thing in existence. But they meant so much to him. No one had told him they loved him. Ever.

Closing the distance between you your boyfriend pulled you in for a gentle kiss, cold lips lingering against your own as he uttered a hushed "I love you too Y/N"; like a promise made to the Gods.

Just then a loud rumble sounded from somewhere above, causing you to pull away and swiftly swim towards the shore.

"Shit. Maybe we should get out of the water. I heard people got struck by lightning here."

"There's no way that happened." he chuckled but followed you close by.

"I mean technically it could happen. It's an open space"

"Whatever you say bella." he said back, amused by your pointless worries.

When you got back to the beach Dazai wrapped a towel around your bare shoulders and began pulling at the ends of his unraveled bandages.

"Guess that's it for them"

You watch him pull the soaked strings of cloth through the holes of his sleeve and did your best not to look at his skin which was painfully visible through the translucent material of his shirt.

Instead you handed him a towel and reached for the bottle of green tea.

"Want some too?" you asked when he took a seat on his chair, towel draped over his shoulders.

"Sure"

The rain showed no signs of stopping so you simply laid back and made yourself comfortable in the mesh fabric of your chair, gaze lost somewhere in the distance.

Dazai took a sip of the tea, the taste of synthetic sweetener and fresh tea lingering on his tongue.

He watched you watch sea, the horizon, the mass of grey that your world was and wished, for only a split second, that this moment would last forever. That the two of you could spend the rest of eternity on this forgotten beach, far away from your actual life, in this sanctuary of nature.

And by the look in your eyes when you finally turned to face him, he could tell that you wished for the same thing.

[munson-blurbs]

Absolutely love that gif of him on ur bsf to lovers post. 😩

Anyways, afab reader wears a short skirt and a lace thong that barely covers her privates <3 she teases eddie during a dnd campaign and bends over etc until he can’t take it anymore and he pulls her onto of him and moves her hips up and down as he fucks into her 😖 soft dom eddie and hellaaa praise

I'm combining this with a request for an Eddie breeding kink...I hope that's okay!

(”Breeding kink, you finding out by him looking at baby commercials and being nice to Dustin and the other kids thinking about him having one of his own”) @hahahafucku

Warnings: this is literally all smut and I think there’s a plot in there somewhere (18+ minors begone), breeding kink, public teasing, semi-public sex I guess, language, brief mention of reader’s body size

WC: 2.6k

A/N: I usually don’t write fics this smutty so pleeeeeeease let me know what you think! Too much? Not enough? Just right?

--

"Hey, babe?" You're glancing at the shopping list as you make your way through the store. Eddie was just by your side; you're supposed to be helping him pick up snacks for his campaign tomorrow, but your boyfriend has wandered off yet again.

"Eds, where are you?" you call out softly, attracting the attention of some irritated customers.

"Over here," you hear from four aisles down. You huff and make your way to him.

"Babe, do you really need four different types of chips?" you ask, but he's drawn into the products on the shelves. You look at what he's staring at: rows of diapers and jars of baby food.

"Are you pregnant or something?" you joke, poking his side. He jumps as you break him from his trance. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah," he shuffles towards the cart and plops down the cans of soda he'd picked up. You're not convinced but place the thought on the back burner for now.

Why would Eddie be interested in baby products?

~

You wait until you're back in his beat-up van, bags of junk food loaded into the back.

"So, you wanna tell me what that was all about?" you ask, more curious than accusing.

"What?"

"Come on, Eddie. Why did I catch you looking at baby stuff? Not just glancing, but really looking?" You'd been together for awhile, and you knew he wanted kids one day, but there was no way that he wanted them now...was there?

"I dunno," he replies sheepishly, long curls falling over his face. "'S stupid."

The worst-case scenario flashes into your mind. "Oh my god, did you cheat on me and get her pregnant?"

Eddie laughs louder than he intends to; your accusation is just too ridiculous. "Absolutely not! You know I only have eyes for you, sweetheart." He gives you his best puppy dog look and kisses you hard.

"Then why won't you tell me what's going on?"

He sighs and throws back his head in defeat. "Fine, but just...don't judge me, okay?" You continue when you nod, palms moist with sweat. "Okay, so, I've been thinkin'," he starts, looking down at the car floor nervously. The engine is running though you're still parked, and he kills it. "Thinkin' about how goddamn gorgeous you would look if you were havin' my baby."

Huh. Well, that wasn't what you'd expected him to say. "You mean in, like, ten years?" But you know better.

Eddie shakes his head. "Nah, sweetheart. Right fuckin' now."

"Oh," you manage, "but you're still in high school," you point out, though you know exactly what his reply will be, and you're right.

"Only for another month. And babies take a lot longer than that to cook," he grins while he says it, and you realize that he's no longer looking at the car floor, but at your stomach. He's imagining you pregnant with his baby.

"Wow," you breathe out. "Can I-can I think about it?"

His eyebrows shoot up; clearly, he was not expecting you to even consider this proposal.

"Y-yeah, baby. Of course." He presses a kiss to your cheek, though you can tell by the bulge in his pants that he wants to do a lot more. He starts the van up again and heads for home, leaving you with a lot to think about.

~

You thought about the prospect of having Eddie's baby all night. In the shower, you ran your fingertips over the flatness of your stomach, thinking about a bump there. A bump that held Eddie Munson's child.

Yes, you were young, but you'd been together for two years, and you were also adults. Adults with jobs--you'd been working full-time at the bank since you'd graduated last year. And Eddie will be working full-time with Wayne at the plant soon. You'd already discussed moving in together; you promised your parents that you and Eddie would graduate before doing so, and that day would be here in just about four weeks. Maybe you could do this.

The easiest way to tell him would be to call him, but you had a better idea. You'd see the feral look in his eyes when he mentioned his desires--why not allow him to...give in to those carnal instincts?

~

The plan was perfect. You'd ditch work claiming a stomach flu (no one wants someone vomiting all over the workplace) and sneak back into Hawkins High. You'd been gone less than a year and still knew the layout like the back of your hand. Most importantly, you knew the abandoned janitor's closet on the second floor, the one conveniently near the drama/Hellfire room where you could sneak off and make a quick wardrobe change.

There’s no mirror in there, of course, so you just hope that your red lipstick isn’t smudged or on your teeth. You smooth down your black tank top, adjusting your breasts so that your cleavage is perfectly framed by the neckline. The icing on the cake is the tiny miniskirt that falls at the top of your thighs, exposing the long legs that stand in your heels.

School’s out, and Eddie’s told you that Hellfire is starting a bit late today so that the boys can watch Lucas Sinclair play in a basketball game. Eddie never got the hype of school-sanctioned sports, but it was important to his little sheep, so he’d compromised. Worked out for them, and it also happened to work out perfectly for you.

You knew Eddie would already be in the Hellfire room, meticulously setting up his campaign. You could picture him pacing anxiously around the table, ensuring everything looked just right. With a peek into the hall that showed the coast was clear, you scurried into the room where Eddie was chewing on his thumbnail, looking over his Dungeon.

“Hey there,” you say softly, and his head snaps up at the sound of your voice.

“Y/N, what are you--oh, holy shit.” His tone turns from confusion to pure lust as he eyes you, taking in you and your outfit hungrily. He runs his tongue over his lips involuntarily as he makes his way to you.

“Do you like it?” you feign shyness as he grabs your hips and pulls you as close as he can. You can feel him straining against his zipper already.

All he can mutter is “Oh my god,” as he buries his face in your neck, kissing it sloppily and sucking bruises into your skin.

“Figured we could try for that baby you mentioned, but I didn’t wanna wait for you to get home,” you shrug as he moves his hands under your short skirt, moaning audibly as he presses his palms against your bare ass, left mostly uncovered by a lace thong. When he hears what you’ve said--really registers it, which takes a moment--he pulls back.

“Are you serious?” He smiles, holding your face in his strong, calloused hands. 

You press your own hands to his chest and whisper into his lips, punctuating your statement with a series of kisses. “Eddie, I want to have your baby. I want to get big...and round...and swollen...growing each month...with your baby.”

He shivers against you and hoists you up, slamming you against the wall; you wrap your legs around him as he pushes your skirt around your waist. He starts to rub a finger against your soaked panties, when you both hear it:

“Can’t believe the other team didn’t show!” Lucas. Oh, no.

“Buncha pussies, forfeiting like that,” Dustin’s voice rings out.

“At least Eddie will be glad we’re starting on time,” Mike chimes in.

“Fuck,” you hiss, “hand me my bag. I can run into the corner and throw on my pants.”

Eddie lets you down but grips your wrist. “Not so fast,” he growls. “I just got you how I want you, and I’m not letting you go.”

“B-but the boys--”

“We’re not fucking in front of them,” he dismisses your concern, “but you’re gonna sit on my lap, dressed like my perfect little slut.” He grabs you by the hem of your skirt and you yelp. “You think I’m gonna let my fantasy slip through my fingers?”

You nod, feeling a heat rising in your lower body. 

“So now, you’ll be a good girl for me. You’re gonna sit on my lap, be my...helper...during the campaign, and then I’m gonna fuck a baby into you once we’re done. Got it?” He tilts your chin up so you’re looking directly into his eyes.

“Yes, sir.” Eddie takes his seat on his throne and you do as he’s instructed, feeling his erection underneath you as he slides a ringed hand up your thigh. 

“Welcome, boys!” Eddie’s voice booms. You feel a blush creep up your neck toward your cheeks. “Got my little helper here today.” He takes the hand farthest from the boys and squeezes your ass and you gasp softly.

Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be, Munson? you think. Game on.

~

You spend the rest of the Hellfire meeting doing whatever you can to torture Eddie. You’re constantly “repositioning” yourself, grinding on him and feeling him grow harder with each subtle movement.

“Knock it off, princess,” he whispers, but you’re in the mood to be a brat. You pretend to get a little sleepy and stretch, showing off your breasts in Eddie’s face. You watch his eyes flick to your chest before returning to the game.

While he’s reading the next part of the campaign aloud, you place your palm on his jeans, right over his cock, making him take a sharp breath in.

But your grand finale is when Gareth rolls the D20 and it lands right in front of Eddie’s notes. When it’s Mike’s turn to roll next, you stop him.

“I can get it, Wheeler,” you say, leaning over and giving Eddie a clear up-skirt view. You know he can even see your clothed pussy from the angle you’re giving him. 

Eddie hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you back down, glaring at you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him innocently. “Am I not helping?”

“Okay, that’s it,” he mutters before turning to the rest of his group. “All right, we’re wrapping up for the night.” His announcement is met with a chorus of grumbles. “Hey, hey, hey, I don’t wanna hear it! We will continue this next week.” 

The boys file out of the room, mumbling about Eddie’s bizarre behavior. Once they leave, Eddie grabs you, positioning you so you’re straddling him in his throne. 

“What the fuck was that?” he pulls your hair to bring your face closer to his. “You tryin’ to make me blow my load in my pants? Sounds to me like you don’t really want me breeding you.”

“N-no, I do. I do,” you whimper. “Want your baby, Eddie. Please.”

“I don’t think I believe you. I need to be convinced,” he sneers.

“Please, Eddie. I need you to breed me. Need you to fill me up with your cum and get me pregnant,” you beg. You allow yourself a small sigh of relief as he eases his grip on your hair, but it’s short-lived, because he tears off your thong with a rip and slides his pointer and middle fingers along your wet folds.

“You’re soaked, princess,” he groans. “I love how wet you get for me. Ruined your panties and now you’re gonna ruin my jeans.” He presses one finger to your aching clit, making small, slow circles, and laughs menacingly as you cry out.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, mocking your earlier question. “Can’t handle being teased?” When you don’t respond, he moves his finger faster, rubbing your clit harder. “How’s this?”

“S-so good,” you manage, grinding back and forth on his finger. You want--no you need--him inside you, but you don’t dare tell him that for fear he’ll deny you that pleasure. “You know exactly where to touch me.”

Eddie beams as he receives the praise, moving his finger from your swollen nub to your pussy. He slides it in and curls it, pumping it in and out, your beautiful moans ringing in his ears. He adds a second finger and lets out a moan of his own as you clench around him.

“Sorry, baby,” he apologizes preemptively. You’re confused until he removes his fingers and cleans them with his tongue, leaving you hurting for him. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls down the zipper, palming his cock through his boxers.

“Eddie,” you whine, “I could’ve done that for you.” Touch-starved and desperate for affection, you lift your own shirt over your head. A sheer lace bra leaves little to the imagination.

Eddie sucks on the exposed part of your breasts, leaving hickeys all over them. One hand still on his erection, he uses the other to unhook your bra. As soon as it clatters to the ground, he’s groping your tits, biting your nipples as pleasure and pain intertwine and you scream loudly.

Not wanting to take his hands off of your breasts, he shuts you up with a kiss. “Can’t...fuckin’...wait...any longer,” he pants, and you take his rock hard length into your hand. You start to move to get on your knees, but he stops you.

“Need to be inside this tight little pussy,” he orders, rubbing his cock along your wetness until he’s covered in your slick, and he presses himself into you. “You were made for me, you fuckin’ know that?” 

“I’m all yours,” you agree easily, matching his rhythm as you ride him. “My body belongs to you, Eddie. You can do whatever you want with me.”

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie’s groaning. He grabs onto your hips and moves you exactly how he needs you. “Your body, your mouth, your everything is fuckin’ perfect.” His thrusts get faster and your orgasm builds inside you as you feel him get deeper, hitting that spot over and over again.

“Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” you plead, asking for permission rather than telling him. “Please let me cum all over you while you fill me up.”

“I’m cumming, too.” He grips your sides even harder, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, and you suspect there will be bruises there tomorrow. He slams you up and down over his cock and you finish with tears streaming down your face. You feel him shoot thick, hot ropes into you. With the little strength he has left, he places you onto the table, still inside of you.

“Lay back,” he orders. “Don’t want any of this coming out. You gonna get knocked up today, aren’t you, princess?”

“Y-yes, Eddie,” you whisper. You watch as he pulls out of you. He frowns when he sees cum running down your leg. With a quick swipe of his hand, he pushes it back into you.

“You took all of me, didn’t you? Such a good girl,” he remarks. You’re too fucked out to muster up a response, and he notices. “Poor baby. I really fucked you good, didn’t I?”

“Mhm.” 

Eddie puts himself away and sits back in his throne, admiring his work. “Love seeing you like this.”

“It’s all you, Eds,” you finally say. “All because of you, and all for you.”

“My beautiful little vixen,” he throws his head back with a low growl. “Tell you what. You stay just like that, make sure it takes. Then we’ll go back to my place and relax, okay?”

“And go for round two?” you ask mischievously. “Make sure I get pregnant tonight?”

Eddie laughs. “I wish, but Wayne will be home.”

You beckon him to the table and pull him in for a long, deep kiss. “Guess you’ll just have to keep me quiet, then.”

--

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[suvidrache]

the jokes weren't funny

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 510 | Read it on AO3 | masterlist

Summary: snow on the beach.

Abe had never taken a vacation. The trips that the BPRD sent him on could never count. It was always for business and to deal with some strange creature that they found or a problem they had. It was never just for fun or because it was what he wanted, that, and the fact that he couldn't survive outside of his tank for long periods of time. He'd have to sleep in bathtubs to keep his skin moist, and as soon as he returned, he would have to go straight to his tank and not leave for a few days, depending on how bad the water pollution was.

You had grown used to it through the time you were both together. However, you couldn't help but wonder if he wanted to take a trip with you. It didn't have to be a long trip, just something small and fun that you could both do together. You stepped into the library, looking around as you tried to find Abe. If he wasn't in the library, then he would be in his tank, and if he wasn't in his tank, then he would be somewhere else in the BPRD. You turned to look at Abe's tank, there he was inside the water, watching as you looked around for him. You motioned for him to come here, and he disappeared. His water was often too murky for anyone to see into it. He was still dripping when he walked over to you.

"Do you want to take a trip?"

He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. At this time, he only slightly wished he could read your thoughts. Surely you knew he couldn't go for long periods without water… He wouldn't, though. He wanted to respect your privacy.

"It doesn't have to be long, and we don't have to stay in a hotel." You said, assuming he would be thinking of those things first.

"Yes, Y/N. I'd love to take a trip with you."

"Do you want to go to the beach?"

"The beach? I've never been to the beach before. I'd love to!" If he could smile, he would have been. "When do we leave?"

"How about today or tomorrow?"

"I'm fine either way."

You both packed lightly, taking only one cage each, as you headed out to the beach. You had thought that the weather would be warm and sunny. That was what the weather forecast had said, unless it was a different place…

You were wrong.

Abe stood there watching as the snow fell onto the sandy beach. He looked over at you.

"Y/N, it's snowing! It's a rare event…" He said as he began explaining all the scientific explanations and all the little details on weather and an event like this to happen.

"Sorry, I'm talking too much." He said as he looked down and away.

"No, you're not. It's okay. I like hearing all of your scientific things." You said as you looked at him and smiled. He continued with his scientific details.

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Neon city Delights

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Walter Stroud has finally decided to talk to you (Main character) like you are a person at Constellation. So, to prove to yourself and the companion the association has assigned to you as of late, Sam Coe, you now get to walk the streets of your hometown to complete a mission with your lead. What happens at the Astral Lounge doesn't need to be told, right?

Chapter one: Neon City

“Here goes nothing” Ghoul said to themselves as they got off the Razorfleet once more. Walter had just asked the new member of Constellation to help him retrieve another alien rock the association was searching for to find more answers. 

“There really is something else about Neon, huh?” The soft laugh from behind them was Sam Coe, the only person Ghoul has met so far in this new club that she could tolerate for the most part. There was a storm brewing in her stomach from the thought of being back on this rock however they would never let it show.  

“You could say that.” They murmured, keeping an eye close on the city guard at the entrance a hand ready to grab their blade at any given moment. She knew how the guards enjoyed treating the locals of this city and worried if they would somehow see through Ghoul’s operation from Enhance. Once a dainty, soft spoken kid travelled these streets to pickpocket their way through survival. Now Ghoul was not to far from that kid but had gained a harder exterior with a grungier look that would suggest they were just another mercenary for hire.

“You grew up here, didn’t you? Did you tell Walter that before agreeing to help him retrieve this other Artifact?” Sam was being more inquisitive than usual. His dirty blonde hair was getting moist even from the protection of that leather western style hat as it continuously poured rain onto them. Ghoul’s yellow puff shirt and was starting to glisten under their black leather vest that was a contrast to their current red hair and green eyes.

“No, I didn’t see how it was relevant” They responded trying to shut it down. One of the reasons she enjoyed Sam’s company was the small chats and the great back up he provided when they were cornered by enemies after she overestimated the situation. These past few missions with him around felt less judgey than when she was forced to be evaluated by their leader Sarah Morgan.

“I think he must have done some digging on you when you joined, I wouldn’t put it past him” He seemed to press, but a look in his eyes said he was ready to back down if she denied a real answer again. His cowboy charms would sometimes get through to Ghoul but this subject was harder than most to talk about.

“Good for him, I am sure it was a…colorful… bedtime story” Ghoul sneered a bit through their teeth as they got the clear from the guards to enter the city. The flashes of Ghoul’s earlier years were like an epileptic shock. She just pushed forward leading them in and putting on their public face for this city. Walter had already sent a transcript of what needed to be done. They had to secure the Astral Lounge and that was no easy task. There were plenty of patrons that also went to this joint to successfully deal in various types a business, normally the kind no one wanted traced.

“What’s the plan this time? Hopefully not another rush in like when I was asked to accompany you for the first time.” Sam joked bringing up when she was overly confident about the mission, believing a science group couldn’t possibly be too troublesome. It didn’t dawn on her that a gang in Akaline city would actually pack a punch after growing up somewhere like the alien streets of Neon City. 

“I am going to Enhance and I suggest you find another outfit.” Ghoul said looking Sam up and down giving him a quick inspection, “Something….more local.”

“Is that really necessary?” Sam huffed a bit in disbelief.

“If you would like to do this the easy way, if not keep your garbs.” Ghoul narrowed her eyes at him. “I would prefer we both look the part but I can change your script if we need to.”

“Script? I thought we are just examining the security of the Astral Lounge? Isn’t that just a quick dine and dash? I am not much of an…actor.” His voice trailed off a bit in self-doubt. Ghoul held in her own huff and reminded herself they still were strangers to each other even if he was the longest constant companion to travel with them. Or maybe Ghoul was his friend at this point and this was just her inability to know how to decide where people lie on the spectrum of companionship? Her colorful history was full of betrayal, death, and imprisonment.

“I am going to become someone I was many years ago. You will have to compliment that character. I was not as tolerable as I am today.” Ghoul’s throat tightened and her eyes glossed a bit from the strain of sorrow that threaten to bubble up. She liked to think she killed that chaotic person once she decided to hide in LIST funded culinary school and pretended to be normal. That was until her past found her once more and she had to become a dusty just to remain untraceable. A wave of warmth passed over her with Sam put his hand on her arm.

“We all have…colorful pasts, as you put it. Not one of us haven’t done something we don’t regret.” His smile was relaxed and genuine and that was probably the core reason Ghoul appreciated having him for company aside from his skills with a pistol. The company of true honesty was something she never had the pleasure of. There was suddenly a playfulness written on his face that hinted at a challenge. “And don’t doubt me, it doesn’t matter what I wear I can easily blend in here as anywhere else. I have mentioned before my own slick past before Corra was born.”

 “We will see.” Ghoul straightened her back. They allowed themselves to become more vulnerable in that moment then they wanted and it was an icky feeling.

They went to Enhance and Ghoul went to the back to be seen. Ghoul knew exactly what to request. It was a simple process and a lot of it was a reversal from the work she had gotten done in the past. Her eyes back to golden, her hair back to dusty rose, her old face tattoos now visible and her piercings that traced her nose, ears, and lips back in place. There was a comfort that now settled in as she viewed herself in the mirror and something that called to her wild senses ready to soak in the colorful fluorescents of the city. Maybe even get her hands on some Aurora for the first time in a long time.

Walter had given them credits in advance to fulfill any needs they might have. He was going to meet them at the meeting time in the lounge the next evening and it was up to them to make sure it was secure enough to guarantee that they would leave with what the team needed, The Artifact. Ghoul was now in lighter colored style that reflected the fashion of the Neon Core and her skin was clear of any blemishes. She felt 19 again instead of the 27 she was.

“Whew, you look different…. a good different” Sam complimented her when they met back up. Half way through Sam left while she finished up her odds and ends so he could restock their ammo and aid packs in the event that they needed such items. Ghoul’s goal in this mission for once was to avoid violence the last thing she wanted was old enemies discovering she was back in town and show up to ask for what she owed. She to a look in mirror once last time to view her old self visit once again. He then added in the silence, “You look like you are right at home is what I am trying to get at.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or scorned.” She said with an eyebrow raised. “I don’t necessarily enjoy it being known where I have come from and less so when the city is reflected so well in my eyes.” The last line was a spoken voice coming straight from her inner dialog and it was accompanied with the furrow of her brows. She could tell that Sam picked up on that as he rubbed the back of his neck uncertain of the uncharted territory this conversation was going.  

“Astral Lounge ready?” He led them to the side of the street outside of the shop they were just in and to a small ally for privacy. “It would be good to know what exactly is expected from me in this role you are putting me in.” This was when Ghoul noticed Sam did end up changing. His outfit was less of a standout and he was well dressed in black leathers. He kept his hat and somehow it still worked with his outfit. These clothes hugged his body more showing the muscles in his arms, thighs, and even reveling his buttock. He looked like an attractive Freestar Ranger, not the exact look she meant.  

“There is a bartender there. He was place there by Administrator Bayu. The best way to get VIP access along with a good security detail is to persuade Boone Morgan in the only language he knows.” She said quietly, her eyes darting for listening ears.

“Which is..?” Sam pressed.

“Pleasure, of course” Ghoul gave a sly smile. Her outfit now felt like it was hugging her a little different as she thought in the way of her old dance. Selling the body and the mind was the easiest way out and even easier now that Bayu made aurora legal to sell in the Astral Lounge.

“You are not suggesting what I think you are…” His face a twinge of a deep red around his cheeks, almost as if he was embarrassed to think in the act of human flesh pressed so harshly agaisnt another body.

“Not entirely.” She quipped to ease the growing tension. “Aurora will be involved. So, he will think it will end in that conclusion but it will not. The goal for once is to avoid violence and simply knock him out and grab the codes once we are in one of the rooms. There I can just set up a room and we won’t have to worry about Walter being noticed tomorrow.”

“I am not too fond of this plan, Ghoul. I also have told you my past with Aurora. I don’t think I should be anywhere near that stuff especially with Corra on the ship. She doesn’t need to see her father like that.” His demeaner was now becoming more resistant to her idea the more she let him spill from his mouth, she had to nip it quickly.

“Andreja is on the ship she can more than take care of the both of them. Plus, I don’t need you to actually take it if you can just pretend. Think of this time as free drinks and some down time. Boone is known to like to party hard but I can make myself a challenge he cannot resist.” She addressed all his concerns in one swift sentence and she could tell he was now coming around to just a few drinks. “I know this dance better than most, you won’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just play along the best you can.”  

Sam sighed for a moment and Ghoul could see the gears in his mind tinkering looking for another way out of this but the truth of the matter was, for once Ghoul knew the most about the area then he did. Even with his years of experience of traveling ahead of her he couldn’t compete in the matters of a neon city rat.

“I got your back but if I see we are in any danger I am ending the charade. I know you can handle yourself but I am not going to stand by and watch a friend get manhandled all for some security codes. I will manhandle every guard in the building to get the codes to secure the door if I have to.” That was the closest way he could come to putting his foot down. He had learned quickly along their recent travels that it was not easy to convince Ghoul an error in her ways. She was cocky but he was stubborn. It had only clashed a few times the first ending in Sam having to clean up behind her as she accidentally shot the informant out of impatience. This was also the first time Ghoul had heard the word friend used in a genuine manner and she wasn’t sure what part of that suddenly made her not want to stop hearing it.

“The worst phrase you will ever hear in this city is, Trust me.” Ghoul laughed but then locked her yellow eyes with his ocean blue changing her tone to a more serious one. “But I guess you will have to trust me”

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They were only a few steps away from the Astral Lounge and Ghoul had stopped them for a moment to double check the small blades up her skirt and used the reflection of a muddled puddle to check the state of her makeup and glitter. Once everything was up to speed Sam followed them in. The club was thumping and people all around were dancing, laughing, and shouting celebratory words at the dancers. You could smell the sex, sweat, booze and drugs while the temperature of the club clung to their skin. Ghoul led the way in. She was a different kind of person here, one to dominate and get what she wanted no matter the cost. Looking to find pleasure in the chaos like she once did. Sam stayed close behind. She gave him small notes on how to respond if he was directly questioned by patrons.

In the middle of the Astral Lounge were the dancers and their fluorescent friendly outfits that fit perfectly to the shape of their bodies. They danced sensually to the overbearing music. There was a genderfluid vibe to the dancers that Ghoul appreciated, all aspect of the human body could be appreciated in those skin tight clothes. Pushing through the crowd was no feat either because it was a busier night than expected. Ghoul could see she was losing Sam at one point and she grabbed his fingers lightly. He had responded with a tight grip of reassurance sending the message that he felt he was losing her in the crowd too. The sensation of the physical touch jolted through her body for a moment reminding her how touch starved she had felt for so long.

It was a thought that immediately was pushed down with the rest of her past memories. They couldn’t afford distractions. Ghoul’s outfit reflected the blues, purples, and pinks very well and it almost blended her into the crowd too well. Sam’s outfit glistened in his black leathers and it made his body a stark contrast to the area around him, announcing his figure to the world. They gained closer to the back where the stairs that led up to the bar were located. Ghoul quickly unlinked themselves and went up without him. She was to lead the attack on Boone Morgan and she needed to do it alone at first until the bartender let his guard down. She sat directly in front of the quirky looking man. He was not much taller than her and scrawny with a bit of muscle. Boone’s face by itself was a bit jaunt with deep brown eyes and short blonde hair that had been styled recently. Despite the oddity of his body, he had a very charismatic demeanor to him.  Ghoul purposely started looking around the place in “awe” as if it was the very first time, she had ever stepped foot into the Astral Lounge.

“You must be new here; I think I would remember a pretty face like yours coming around.” His smile was large and confident. It was a line you could tell he used frequently to gather more sales from the clientele. Ghoul looked up at him and her demeaner shifted into a small, naïve energy.

“Is it that obvious?” She laid on an old earth accent, you could still catch in New Atlantis. One similar to Sarah Morgan’s she now realized.

“Probably not to the other locals. I just happen to be in here every night so I would know better than most.” Boone was staring at her with lustful eyes already. She couldn’t tell how genuine the look was or if she would end up playing into whatever he seemed to be scheming. That was the issue with Neon. Everyone schemed everyone else, stranger, local, security, it was eat or be eaten. She leaned forward as if she were trying to whisper under the loud music but was purposely loud. Ghoul’s goal was to make herself look as easy as possible and to do that she had to come off as dumb as possible to.

“Do you sell…” She started but then paused to look around but before she could finish, he interrupted.

“Aurora? Yes, honey. No need to whisper.” A twinge of annoyance came out with his interruption, probably tired of the tourists always asking. “My bar sells food, alcohol and aurora here with no worries of being arrested. You really must be new around here. What’s your name sweety, I didn’t quiet catch it..?”

“Um, you first!” She gave a coy look to really sell the allure of her youth. “I normally try to be a bit more guarded with strangers. I am traveling alone for the first time.” She tried to spill the important bits of her new persona and could see Boone’s eyes light up at that new knowledge. Most likely thinking of the ways he could take advantage of her innocence later in the evening if he sweet talked her right.

“Boone, Boone Morgan. The Administrator Bayu personally gave me this job because of how hospitable I can be with the citizens of Neon City.” Boone’s smile was full of ego. He now took a turn to lean closer to her over the bar with his arms crossed across his chest and propping himself up. Ghoul could smell the cologne he drenched himself in before his shift. “So how can I be hospitable to you tonight, Miss…?”

“Alania” Ghoul said sweetly in a low tone. It was the first name she thought of and a face she hadn’t thought of for several years flashed in her mind for a moment, a reminder of something she had once done. “My name is Alania. I am from one of the outer settlements.” Ghoul reached out her hand and revealed her freshly painted pink neon nails that added another layer to this sweet feminine charade she was trying to play. Boone grabbed her hand ever so softly and pressed it to his lips while his eyes stayed locked on her. She pretended to look away in embarrassment since you couldn’t really tell if someone blushed in these shades of indigo lighting the club.

“Alania, a pleasure. This is on the house in hopes maybe I can make your first night in Neon city worth it.” Boone let go of her hand and reached under his bar pulling out a small jar. It was full of lightly colored substance and had a black label around it. Ghoul nervously reached for it staring back at him and the jar.

“Is this..? Aurora?” She asked gently. A part of her aware that perhaps this role of naivety was a bit too strong. “I have only heard of my older friends talk about how it feels when they used it. I never got the chance to hold it or try it myself.” Ghoul added quickly to add to the character, hints of background was always important in any role.

Boone nodded at her then reached to hold her hand in one of his to grasp the jar and twisting the cap off with the other hand. He was already feeling handsy with her as she had the drug in her hand it appeared. It had been a few years since she had dabbled in any drugs and a part of herself had to remind the other that they had to ground themselves when the time came. Ghoul stared at the open jar and looked back at Boone, uncertainty in her eyes because for this time it was true feeling. She repeated her plan in her head and pushed on.

“Will you show me how?” Without an answer he reached in the same area again pulling out another jar and putting it on the bar. Once Boone did that, he reached again pulling out two glasses and a variety of booze. Ghoul immediately knew what was going on but continued to keep her dumbfounded look. He was going to make a alcoholic tonic that was extremely popular for regular users that intensified the effects of both substances.

“Do you normally party on the job? Am I going to get you in trouble with Mr. Bayu?” Her accent laid on thicker with the latter part of her second question. Boone continued to mix then yelled out at another worker near by to come over. While he spoke to the other employee and mixed the concoction Ghoul took the opportunity to finally look for Sam and signal him over. It took her longer than she preferred and out of the corner of her eye she could tell Boone was looking dead at her.

“To answer your question, I am my own boss in this lovely establisment. And to follow it up with one of my own, did you truly come alone Miss Alania?” Ghoul could hear the mistrust in his polite tone. A small que that only another neon city rat could pick up on around here. She looked back at him and put her hand on his arm this time leaning very close to his face.

“I was looking for the bathroom. I wanted to freshen up before I started tonight’s fun with you.” Her grip was gentle but grew a little tighter to signal that she was down to hang. He looked down at her breasts without hiding it then nodded to the left.

“Freshen up, but don’t chicken out on me now. Especially after I just made us these free drinks to share. Sometimes you got to live a little. I would hate for you to have left this world without knowing the meaning of fun” His voice was lighthearted but a threat in the same breath. He looked like he was ready to call security and possibly force her in the back to have fun with him if he had to. Who would this lonely Alania tell if he did, he probably was thinking. Ghoul needed to regain the upper hand soon she could tell she may have over played her innocent demeanor a little too much. She got up and smiled at him like she wanted him and went off in the direction he pointed.

Ghoul soon saw the hallway corner that reached the bathroom and still didn’t see Sam. Small panic flittered in her mind as a knee jerk reaction told herself that she was alone on this job. They were used to doing things alone and being left to scramble their way out of situations themself but she knew deep inside it was just the past her talking. Sam had yet to leave her stranded even during the first time they had to complete a task together and in the heat of the moment she said the vilest of things to him. She peered into the mirror and saw herself in the company of the deep blue lights that filled the bathroom. Being at the club was something she had not done for years and it was odd feeling the excitement of the citizens around her and feeling at home while she played the stranger, she felt she was.

She let down her hair more and let it cover her neck. Observing her outfit, it complimented her curse well, leaving little to the imagination. She grabbed the zipper that held at the top of her chest and brought it down to reveal more of the skin of her breasts. She needed to be more eye candy and she needed to find her way into the VIP rooms to access the computers or even just nab a keycard at this point. A deep and heavy sigh left Ghoul’s body as she placed herself back in character. She finally exited the bathroom and started to head around the corner but it was interrupted. Ghoul felt larger hands grab onto both of her shoulders and quickly push her agaisnt the wall. Fight or flight went into overdrive as it took over some of her thoughts and senses. She didn’t take a second to look who it could be but smelt musk mixed with bourbon that accompanied the force. Her senses started to flood back and she went to reach for her knife. Before it was successfully drawn a hand was very tightly on her wrist and she was given a small shake.

“I’ve been trying to find you for over a minute now and I do not think it’s the best time to decide to break out into a brawl.” A cheerful rasp came out into song. Ghoul’s eyes focused and realized in the moment now who it was, Sam. His body was towering over hers agaisnt the wall and his leathery clothes pressed agaisnt the parts of her skin that were the barest. The position would suggest just regular club goers looking for a fun time to those who would walk by. His eyes drifted down for a moment and he caught himself before he shifted away from her assured, she realized who he was. 

“It is not wise to do that to someone who is use to slitting throats for much less.” She growled annoyed at the surprise and flustered at the closeness their bodies proximity was. He just chuckled at her and put his hands in his pocket waiting on her.

            “So, what’s the deal? I went ahead and started drinking a few glasses while I waited for the signal but when I looked again you were nowhere near the bartender.” Sam explained with a relaxed tone as if he didn’t just have his body closer than normal to Ghoul’s.

            “The deal is, I am supposed to be alone and not know anyone here. I still need an excuse to get into a VIP room but it takes time for someone as untrustworthy as him. I cannot simply ask for room access after saying I have never been to this club before.” Ghoul said as softly as she could, you never knew who was listening.

            “Alright, I still have some credits on me. I will ask for one in front of you.” Sam said then started to walk in the other direction. Ghoul wanted to stop him out of spite but let him ahead of her. She wanted nothing that could lead her to prove that she was not alone, if she was caught in any lie tonight it may mean the difference between death and surely fuck up Walter’s meeting. For a moment she was mad for ever agreeing to do this for him but Walter had backed her into a corner and for once he said something other than question her loyalty to the Constellation. Thinking about the comments Sam said earlier it made more sense for Walter to use all his money and power to dig her up and that was why he was so weary around her. After all he was a powerful wallet for the group of scientists. Ghoul brushed herself off and continued to walk back to the bar, it was time to set things in motion and get a little loose.

            Once back at the bar Ghoul saw Sam already ordering more drinks from Boone, he wasn’t kidding about speeding things up either. She didn’t even look at him before sitting back in front of Boone. She wanted her body positioned to be viewed a bit better from Boone’s end but causal enough to not look entirely on purpose.

            “My boss was looking into getting a VIP room tomorrow night. I was looking to know the going rates while I finally get to relax from the hard day.” Sam continued on to the bartender. Boone’s glossy eyes stayed on Ghoul’s body hungry and it was very evident he had a taste of a tonic without her. The Aurora coursing his veins already. He said nothing to Sam and just slid the other to her not breaking the connection of his starving look. Ghoul took the drink and shot it back immediately knowing there was no point in acting shy now. Boone wanted to party and he would pressure her one way or another cause that’s how these Neon City goons worked. Play along or regret it. Ghoul could feel Sam’s disbelief stare into her even as she didn’t look at him. She had warned him and I guess it didn’t set it until now the part Ghoul was prepared to play. The warm delirious feeling washed through her body and her only thoughts were, time to play. Boone smiled as he saw her body get loose with feeling in the way she slumped her shoulders a bit.

            “It’s great isn’t it Alan-ia” He drawled out her fake name and caressed her right cheek. Ghoul responded with leaning in and letting the feeling ride out while fully immersing in the mutual goal presented before the both of them, pleasure.

            “It’s definitely unlike anything…” Her smile was real, it was relaxed. The colors of the lounge danced together with the music, the effects sinking deeper into her skin.

            “Yeah, excuse me I asked about the VIP rooms.” Sam brought up again trying to get Boone’s attention. Boone looked offended he was interrupted while he was pouring more Aurora infused tonics. This time he made three and slid the other to Sam.

            “I heard you the first time, cowboy. Didn’t know the Rangers like to hold their meetings in such an exclusive place.” Boone was snide with his comment, obviously testing Sam. “I’m feeling gracious in the presence of my new companion. So, I’ll make a deal; party with me and this lovely lady tonight to prove you aren’t a nark. And you’ll get the room, discounted, after we use it for the night.” His fingers stroked Ghoul’s lightly while he stared down the mostly sober Sam. Sam said before he wanted nothing to do with the drug but at this point it was pretend very well, play along or ruin our chances at getting into the VIP room.

            “Yeah, cowboy.” Ghoul chided in to perpetuate the idea that she didn’t know him but wanted to party. “Live a little with us, this is my first adventure out by myself. You wouldn’t want to disappoint a novice adventurer, would you?” She leaned more into Boone’s touch. This led Boone to take the initiative and hop over the bar where there were less drinks just to get behind her and press him body onto hers. Sam looked at Boone with a look she couldn’t decipher cause at this point things were becoming blurrier.

“Alania could have a really fun night with two gentlemen tonight, I am sure it’s another checkbox on her big bucket list.” Boone added and then she felt an additional cold drink being pressed agaisnt her lips. She then noticed it was Boone feed her more aurora and alcohol himself. Ghoul didn’t argue but prayed to the vast stars that she could keep her head together long enough to hack into the computer once they both got into the room. Boone shot back another and before he could say anything to Sam about him not drinking his, Sam shot his first shot of the tonic back and wiped his mouth.

“As long as it is okay with the lady, it is okay with me. I could use a night to unwind.” Sam tipped his hat and gave a lustful smile. The music vibrated through their bodies as Ghoul nodded hiding her own disbelief at his actions and words. The Aurora settled into her blood sending electric pulses of euphoria down her spine. They both were going to be strangers to each other tonight all in the name of a score for science it was almost funny enough for her to laugh out loud.

Boone dragged them both to the dance floor and soon they were overwhelmed with the sounds, the colors, the heat, the sweat, as she was between two separate bodies moving close to her in the dancing in rhythm. The lights strobed on the dance floor with the electronic beats leading the movements. Ghoul wasn’t paying attention to where her body ended and either of theirs began. She felt the hands from both sides; one side grabbed greedy fills of her body and the other gently stroked as if nervous to give into the lust. It felt like time had stopped and all there was left was the sensation of sticky flesh and sound. The world swirling and indistinguishable to everything around this sensation akin to when she grabbed The Artifact for the first time. Every moment since then had led to this, this pace, this beat, this feeling of being lost in a whirlwind of loathing and euphoria.

Ghoul didn’t notice at first that it was just the heavy breathing and sweat of just Sam and her. It didn’t necessarily matter in the moment. The emotion and the fleeting pleasures were enough to keep them occupied as they were both lost in each other’s bodies forgetting what they were really here for. They were interrupted not to long after by a hand on Ghoul’s shoulder and for a brief moment the realization was shown on both their faces. Sam’s eyes spoke of something that was unfamiliar to her and very soon the hand was twisting her away from the interlock of Sam.

Boone stood there covered in sweat and holding more liquor mixed with Aurora. Ghoul’s stomach dropped for a moment. She was already beyond the capacity of staying on task but she had to keep indulging. Boone held the keycard to the VIP rooms and because of that she needed him to see her play along. Ghoul grabbed the glass and threw it back with vengeance. The sour tingle that trickled down her throat and into her stomach made her muscles spasm with delight without even waiting for consent she threw her mouth on Boone’s forcing her tongue into his mouth to give off desperation. Sam was behind them a step back still dancing but watchful. Boone broke the kiss and grabbed Sam just as tightly and brought him forward repeating what she had just preformed on him onto Sam. Ghoul watched curiously as Sam’s hands cupped Boone’s face moving into the kiss and deepening it. Ghoul never thought Sam was as open for coming off such a gentleman all the time but in modern times it shouldn’t be such a surprise that anything goes.

“I’ve seen you two eye-fucking the most. I’m not stupid.” Boone slurred a bit after breaking the men’s kiss., “But I have the key to the VIP with more Aurora. So. Let’s continue this above.” His head drifted to look above where all the VIP rooms were and he grabbed Ghoul’s back side and pushed her in front of him. Sam followed the both of them his posture looser than normal and his steps with more of a bounce. He was well versed in these types of games more so than Ghoul gave him credit for.

The three of them made it up to the VIP room that happened to have the most windows looking down onto the dance floor below. The lighting was the same throughout with indigos, purples, blues, and pinks. The seating was better than down below however and Boone Morgan had someone already deliver them more bottles and more aurora. He really wasn’t playing about partying and it made Ghoul wary of how intoxicated he really was compared to her. There was a thought in the back of her mind worried that there was another layer to this bartender then she knew. Sam had settled in his own corner lounging with his hat on his face, he looked partied out for the most part even though he was just all over Boone moments earlier. Boone and Ghoul took their seats at a table in the middle of the room that looked as though it was mostly used for gambling card games. The seats were plush and it wasn’t too hard for Ghoul to lean back and lay off her feet for a moment while her body felt like it was swimming.

“Alania, where did you say you were from?” Boone asked as he poured a premix tonic. He watched her as she leaned forward without grace and grabbed it. Every movement and the room spun without her. She was trying as hard as she could to ground herself to sober up some but the power of this drug was stronger than she remembered the last time she partook.

“Far, far, far away out there.” She said playfully pointing her arm to the ceiling not truly remembering what she had told him earlier. In an attempted to distract the fact she couldn’t remember she pushed her body off of her cushioned chair and onto his lap, her legs slowly wrapped around his waist. She locked her legs around him and moving her own groin agaisnt his in suggestion. Ghoul gave him a kiss again but this one rough and less demanding. She was getting bored of this and was trying to judge what exactly the patrons and security could see through the windows below. Sam was still in his same position and Ghoul couldn’t tell if he was silently watching through a peak or if he truly fell asleep. Boone caught her stare at Sam and grabbed a strong handful of her loose hair an act that felt like it was fueled by intoxicated jealousy.

“See, Alan-i-a” He drawled out her fake name again gripping her hair tighter and pointing her face in his direction. “There are just a few things that seem a little inconsistent with your sweet story.” His red shot eyes stared through her own with a menace in them. She knew she had to be cautious as the moments ticked by this was feeling less like an action motivated by jealousy. “The amount of aurora you’ve had tonight would have knocked out that petite body of yours out and leaving you for my taking by now if you were really this first timer from far, far, far away, or the outer systems whichever you choose.”

Ghoul resisted the urge to look at Sam. If he really was asleep, she knew that she had to prepare herself mentally for how this would end. The original goal was wait for him to be so intoxicated she knock him out with ease but it seems like violence was soon to be on the table.

“Boone, you are starting to scare me.” Ghoul tried to let out a fearful voice but instead of falling for it, Boone started laughing.

“No, no, Ghoul, you cannot fool me any longer.” Boone retorted, pride gushing out of his voice for having the upper hand and with a fist full of her hair sheer evil joy radiated off of that drunken face. Her body went still for a moment, out of fear, out of trying to access how intoxicated she was really was, and to test if the world wanted to stop spinning long enough for her to be confident to grab one of her blades. Boone’s other hand stroked her face ever so softly a huge contrast to his devilish demeaner.

“Ah, now you might actually be afraid. You wouldn’t want your old pals at Ryujin to know of your arrival now, would we?” His free hand feeling more of her with more demand, squeezing her breasts and slapping her thigh. “Normally I take a hefty price to keep quiet but,” The man leaned in and started nipping at Ghoul’s neck, “But maybe we can come at a compromise? I would hate to not be able to feel the inside of CEO Imada’s old favorite pet.” Boone leaned in some more this time leaving marks on Ghoul’s neck and exposed areas on her chest. Ghoul now obviously tried to reach for the blade under her skirt when Boone let go of her hair and immediately switched to crushing her wind pipe.

“I could also just inform Bayu and let him see if he wanted to collect the price for your head. Do you think I am stupid girl? I know every rat here more than they unfortunately realize. You cannot kill me not before I take what I want from you,” He sneered through his teeth and his hands gripped tighter. Ghoul tried to pry his fingers off but the drugs were making it insanely impossible to control her own actions for more than a few moments at a time. She could hear the wind of a tunnel drown out the background noise as things started to fade to black. This was becoming more of an issue than anticipated and if she didn’t incapacitate him soon, she would be dealing with more than a lowly dead goon in a club full of guards. In the distance of her oncoming blackout, she heard a faint clicking.

“I would let go of her if you know what’s best for you and your boss.” The familiar voice spoke and it was Sam who wasn’t actually asleep. He was now standing behind Boone in front of a window with a gun pointed at the back of Boone’s head. It was clear this man did not care who witnessed him blowing the bartenders brains out. “I am not a man to test nor will I repeat myself.”

Anger and warning carried in his tone as another version of Sam emerged to the forefront. Boone loosened his grip to allow some air flow for Ghoul to breathe again but still held on. She was in a peculiar situation and was still looking for a way that didn’t end in Sam gaining an expensive bounty and them having to ruin Walter’s meeting tomorrow to buy the other Artifact.

“You talk a big talk, Ranger but I don’t think you know who you are trying to save right now. This whore has done more nefarious acts both in the bedroom and out then you’ve probably seen in your sad law-abiding life.” Boone still refused to let go of Ghoul’s throat but continued, “Plus do not think you will make it out of here alive if you were to shoot me. I have security guards at every corner.”

“Yeah? That right?” Sam let out a sarcastic laugh. “I’m not much of a Ranger these days and don’t live by that particular code. I may not make it out but I will make damn sure she will.” Sam said with promise. He pressed his pistol further into Boone’s skull before adding. “I suggest you give us that key card for our VIP meeting tomorrow and keep this between us unless you want us sharing with your boss how much of the aurora supply you like to dip your hands into. I’m sure your boss would believe Walter Stroud over you.” Boone let go of Ghoul in defeat pushing her back a bit in the motion and then turned towards Sam with frustration.

“Take it and leave.” Boone handed Ghoul the card and his hands were in the air a sign of peace. The relief of air into her lungs gave the room it’s color back. She slid smoothly off of him and Sam began to walk towards the door. Ghoul swiftly grabbed her knife and got back into Boone’s face her knee in between his legs pressing hard. She had the tip of her knife carefully pressed underneath an eye of his and it was now her turn to show her true colors.

“You are right about one thing.” Ghoul growled. “I have done more nefarious shit in my life than I can ever account for. One of those deeds was getting to mutilate the bodies of the men who dare say how they would like to taste Imada’s pet. And normally it was on Imada’s command.” Her eyes were alien to her normal features as the darkness shown through them. The fear covered Boone’s face after one look into them and Ghoul could swear, she felt him quiver beneath her. She twirled her blade back into its holt and smiled a sweet smile.

Sam’s body was tense behind her but he kept his composure as he watched her. She was grateful on this day for having a companion like him rather than the companionship she received from Imada that was transactional and abusive. Ghoul turned from Boone and Sam made a clicking noise with his teeth signally, ‘I am glad I am not you buddy.’ They both left the Astral Lounge without saying a word and right before getting to the door they both took another shot of whatever the fuck was left at someone’s table to wash down the stress of the situation.

Ghoul’s eyes had to adjust to the normal fluorescents of Neon Core’s lights. Her eyes were still swimming from the aurora and adjusting to what “normal” passed for in this section of the city. They both had walked a bit of ways from the lounge before Ghoul fell back onto a wall and squatted to the ground. Her hands cupping her own mess of a face and focused her breathing to be even as she practiced breathing through her nose. Sam and Ghoul still hadn’t spoken while she collected herself. The only sounds were that of the hustle of the city.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” He said softly as he leaned his back and right foot on the wall beside her. “Like I said before we all have things we regret.” There was the sound of a flick and soon the smell of smoke filled the air between them. Ghoul peeked up in curiosity.

“You smoke?” Is all she said, not acknowledging the statement that was exchanged between them.

“I swiped it out of a coat on the way out, so right now I do.” He said with that playful tone he comfortably fell into. He gestured the cigarette to her and she grabbed it from him taking a long drag. The taste of him and the cigarette was being used to mask the taste of that shell of a human they just spent the evening with. Ghoul handed it back to him and in turn Sam did what seemed to be the same.

“I’m going to be honest the world is still spinning a bit. I don’t think it is a good idea for me to go back to the ship and have Corra see me in this state. We should get rooms for the night.” Sam said after several long moments. Ghoul’s face was back in her hands as the light breeze of the city toyed with her pink hair. She stood for a moment and snatched the last of the cigarette from his hand. He had an argumentative look on his face but it was too late she took the last drag and threw it on the ground. 

“Fine.” She said walking ahead of them. Her face was tired, her body was sore, and her mind was not ready for sleep. She kept just seeing old memories of faces that use to be dear to her that lived within this city. Most of them dead now or hated her for who she had become or because she escaped.

“I’m glad we are in an agreement then.” His feet dragged behind hers in the same fashion. They both walked over to Volii Hotel and Ghoul fell back letting Sam do the talking. She didn’t want any more evidence that she was here than necessary and it was bad enough she already had someone recognize her. Ghoul felt eyes on her for a moment but when she turned to look no one was there. It gave her goosebumps up her back. The uneasy feeling it created within her body was gone when Sam came back with a keycard, frowning.

“They only had one room available this late into the night.” He announced handing her the keycard. “Odd for a city that never sleeps but who am I to ask.” There was a sigh before adding. “Anyway, she said there was a couch. I will sleep there and let you have the bed if you want.” Ghoul just stared back at him curious to see him act so normal after hearing what he did about her in that lounge.

“You could make a decent fortune with the price of my head.” Ghoul blurted out the tail end of what’s left of her intoxication with it. An anger rose in Sam’s eyes in that moment, and she couldn’t detect what would really cause that kind of response until he said.

“Is that what you think of me?” He asked sounding offended while leaning in closer to her. His eyes traced her lips remembering their bodies intertwined earlier in the night before looking back up at her eyes challenging her gaze. “I may not be a Ranger anymore, but I would never sell out a member and neither will anyone in the Constellation.” Before Ghoul could respond to anything he had just said he walked away from her towards the elevator to the second-floor rooms. Her face was unreadable with emotion but, she was surprised at his visceral response. Ghoul just silently followed allowing the silence to continue with them well into the room and as they set up their sleeping areas. She didn’t see the complete arm in what she said. He didn’t know her and as it turned out she was more in the way of this mission. They had gotten the keycard for tomorrow but did not obtain security. Her body ached and her throat was beginning to feel the aftereffects of the choking. Her muscles cramped from the lack of distilled water she drank that day. It was some time of silence in the plain hotel room before Sam had finally walked out of the bathroom. She looked at him for a few moments before gathering the energy to speak.

“I don’t.” She said finally responding to him and he looked at her with an eyebrow raised and frustration written on his face. “I don’t believe any of you are like the people I am use to associating with. In fact, it is so weird that I have to double check sometimes because I am waiting for the other shoe to drop, y’know? Why else would I be given a bed, credits, and someone’s trust? Not without the expectation of a knife to soon be in my back” Sam’s face softened as he listened to Ghoul’s ramble of words.

“I may have overreacted. I blame the aurora. I was never really myself when I am on it.” He breathed before slouching onto the couch he planned to sleep on. “I can only imagine. Sadly, not all of us are blessed to be a legacy Coe.” A smile creeped onto his face and into his eyes. There was the willfulness to let bygones be bygones and it was exactly what Ghoul needed.  

“A legacy Coe that can dance.” Ghoul added teasingly, allowing the darkness to fall away and think about the joys in life for the moment.

“No one will believe you if you told them.” He warned back quickly giving her another one of those heartwarming smiles, it was all a part of his cowboy charm.    

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Ghost stars:

A mix of gravel and mud stuck to Bumblebee's tires as he rolled slowly along the back road that led to Pleasant Meadow Cemetery, the thick liquid settling into the grooves of his tires. The Autobot's engine whirred softly, a ripple of discontentment going through him. Pleasant. What a joke. There was nothing pleasant about this place. It was just a grassy field with carved stones. There was no colourful glass murals or written life stories, no carefully crafted songs being sung by friends or loved ones to commemorate the lives of those passed. Indeed, there was nothing around that would indicate that the savior of Earth had been laid to rest here.

“This place… ain’t all that.” he sifted through various channels on the radio, trying to get his point across. “My boy… deserves better, baby!”

His passenger, Mikaela, gently rubbed his steering wheel with her thumb, trying to comfort the Camero. One of Sam’s old stuffed toys was tucked under her arm, Sam’s carrier having requested that the young lady deliver the toy to his grave. This wasn’t the first time they’d visited together, and it certainly wasn’t the first time he’d voiced his opinion. “This is one of the nicest cemeteries around, Bee, you know that. Most of the world doesn’t know what Sam did, so it makes sense not to have something super extravagant.”

Bumblebee growled in disagreement, digging his tires further into the moist road as his armor subtly shifted in anger. The world should know about Sam! The young human deserved recognition at the very least! He stood his ground against Megatron, something that most Autobots would never be brave enough to do. Not only that, but he’d killed the Decepticon leader! He’d been so, so afraid, and he’d had the opportunity to take the easy way out and listen to Optimus’s command, yet he’d chosen to thrust the AllSpark into Megatron’s spark.

‘And this is what it got him.’ he thought sadly, pulling into the empty parking lot. It was early in the morning, the sky just starting to turn a rosy pink, ‘Put in a hole in the ground and left to rot, unknown by almost all the people he saved.’

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De spatio inter astra:

Starscream hadn’t truly appreciated recharge until he’d arrived on Earth. The taxing demands of scouting and patrolling an entirely alien planet with strange weather phenomenon and air currents usually left him exhausted. This latest mission had proved no different, sapping his energy and leaving his wings close to trembling with how difficult it was to keep them from drooping.

He’d been so exhausted, in fact, that he’d started to hallucinate. He thought he’d seen a Sparkling, of all things, nestled in Knock Out’s arms and letting out little chirps.

 Maybe he should go see the medic, make sure his Carrier coding hadn’t somehow been activated…

He blinked slowly as he came out of recharge, colour and sight returning to him as his optics came back online. Feeling well rested, Starscream stretched and made to sit up.

As he did so, a weight on his chassis shifted, a quiet ’mrrmph’ coming from somewhere on his abdomen. The Seeker stiffened, unsure of what the best course of action was. Slowly, he sat up, propping himself up on his elbows.

There was a small form curled up on his chassis, a dull pink ball of barely segmented armor. Wings, much different from his own, hid much of the thing’s body. It shifted again, a tiny tail twitching in irritation at the disturbance. A weak EM field brushed against his own iron-clad one, sending a sharp shock of surprise down the Decepticon’s backstruts.

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Chapter 6 : Interrupted

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what if Starfire walks into the room Dick and Raven are using to fuck, so one of them has to quickly hide somewhere, totally naked, while the other shoo Starfire away so they can keep going. No idea here this could be, I guess Dick's living room maybe.

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With a soft pleased huff Dick reclined back in his bed waiting for her. He grinned a little as Raven straddled his waist.

“You’ve been very, very mouthy today.” She commented lowly, dark indigo eyes roaming across his features. Dick felt like he was being inspected… and that was kinda hot. She deftly pressed his hands over his head with an almost lazy sort of movement. Dick gladly had no complaints, yielding to her demands readily.

“I’m a mouthy kinda guy, who knows my mouth better then you?” He joked back, grinning widely at the flicker of playfulness on her features at his response.

“We’re going to have to work on that.” She pressed his hands down against the bed, signaling Dick to keep it there. He didn’t move, taking the wordless command with little hesitation. This wasn’t their first time playing like this, but usually they were a little more prepared. The rare chance for actual privacy and downtime was not something either were going to miss.

“What do you got in mind?” He was trying to not sound eager, but he… definitely sounded eager. Raven narrowed her eyes at that, reaching up to cup his cheek in her hand, squeezing his cheek firmly.

“If I told you where would the fun be in that?” She smiled and pecked his lips before releasing his face, moving to get off of him. Raven rose from the bed, clothing being lost along the way as she moved towards the wooden closet in the corner of his room. Top, jeans, shoes all hit the floor as she walked. When Raven wanted to be nude, she made it happen.

Dick was doing his best not to sit up and watch her. He could be chill, so, so, so chill. He laid very still, listening to the creek of the box opening up. Raven returned after a moment, a smirk on her face.

“Okay, kind of a break in scene but- someone really made these well.” She lifted the metal cuffs meant to connect Dick’s wrists together. Raven readily tied them to the rope that was above their bed, ensuring Dick couldn’t do much against what she had planned.

“You look fucking hot, you know that?” Though he was already pretty smug in the moment, it was obvious enough in his grin as Raven moved to settle on the edge of their bed. She picked up one of Dick’s wrists, sliding it into the cuffs.

The click alone of the metal closing around his wrist made Dick’s heart rate jump slightly, his eyes snapped over to Raven tracing the familiar lines of her body. She was wearing that sexy bra he liked too. The one he liked taking off. Yep, arousal incoming.

God damn. She was gorgeous like a goddess.

“You’re already starting to turn red.” She laughed lowly as she locked his other wrist into the cuffs, forcing Dick’s arms back over his head. She tightened the rope, shortening its length considerably. Dick was decidedly on a short leash now. He couldn’t do much now beyond lust over her.

“You know why.” He grumbled, sticking his tongue out before Raven caught it with her fingers. “You’re going to be using this later, so keep it in your mouth. I’ll need it moist.”

She released his tongue moving to rise from the edge of the bed to loom over the large man. Soft, slim hands moved across Dick’s body, pulling his shirt up. Dick squirmed slightly knowing his shirt wasn’t really going anywhere given his hands being locked over his head. Raven didn’t really care straddling him and working on kissing her way along his abs, his broad chest. He could kind of see her over the fabric of his shirt. Her attention was sending a thrill through his entire body.

Dick squirmed somewhat, breathing a little harder. He squeaked a little when her tongue flicked across one of his nipples.

“Hot, but,” Raven laughed a little, flicking the nipple with her finger. “What did I say about using that mouth of yours? Shhh.”

Dick simply squirmed a little more, exhaling as Raven drifted back to kissing her way along his partially bared chest. She stopped where the collar of his shirt was pulled up, letting his shirt drop. She moved to roll her hips against his own. Dick bit down on his lips, determined to be quiet.

Raven dipped in to properly kiss him, stroking her fingers through his hair gently. The leader found himself melting back into the bed. The kiss deepened making him want to just keep it going for as long as possible.

He groaned when she broke away from the kiss, eyes going half lidded. “Raven, woah. You’ve been holdin’ out on me for kisses…”

“What did I say, Dick?” She teased, tweaking his nipple again under his shirt. “Shhh. If you get noisy again I’m going to have to punish you.”

Dick surpassed a growl, chewing on his bottom lip. He simply nodded as Raven smirked at him. She gave him a quick peck, drifting downwards to undo his pants. His belt buckle, followed by belt, then his jeans were unzipped completely. Raven laughed a bit at the clear bulge in his pants, an erection already started at this point. “Looks like you’re fairly excited already.” She teased lowly back, Nuzzling her nose on his bulge before palming his cock through his boxers.

Dick spread his legs the best he could, trying to stay quiet as Raven teased his cock through his boxers. The fabric was quickly growing fairly damp from pre-cum at this point. Not to mention the fact his boxers were getting tighter the longer it stayed on.

“Uncomfortable-?” She teased softly, slowing her strokes as she held Dick’s gaze. She dipped in to kiss the bulge playfully, smirking against the wet fabric at the way Dick jolted somewhat. “I guess you are uncomfortable, my poor baby.” She cooed mockingly now, sitting up to shimmy Dick’s jeans down his hips, his boxers following suit. The cool air hitting his bare skin made Dick sharply inhale, a shiver running through him. “I suppose I can take mercy on you.”

She left Dick’s pants half on, dangling from his legs as she took her time to tease his cock somewhat. Her fingers ghosted across the sensitive skin. “Not your finest look, Dick. I expected something more dignified.” Dick opened his mouth to retort before shutting it. Right, she was in control, in character, silence.

“You’re so desperate for me, you’re willing to lose all control.” She teased with a flash of her teeth. Indigo eyes scanning his face hoping to nudge him into saying something. “Just what I expect from my handsome leader.”

Raven settled herself over Dick now, even with panties on she spread herself to settle her pussy over his member. The friction of her panties and her own dampness made Dick choke a little. Raven continued moving herself across his cock casually, knees settled on either side of his waist. Even with the flush on her features deepening to a dark red and her breathing kicking up a notch, she was taking it slow.

Dick knew his legs were shaking at this point, if he made a sound she’d stop in an instant. Raven never fucked around when it came to this. He just wanted to rip her panties off at this point and throw them across the tent. He exhaled shakily as she finally sped up, her own eagerness getting the better of her. Dick was partially relieved at that.

“Mhmm, this is what you’re good for.” She teased as she bit her bottom lip, grinning, her eyes closing as she moved herself across his cock once again. “You’re good for my pleasure, Dick.”

He whined softly, tilting his head back as Raven dug her nails into his hips.

“Since you’ve been good-“ So she was going to overlook the whine, okay that worked. “I think you’ve earned this.” She slowed down to a stop, moving to sit back and slide off her panties now. Without the cotton barrier Dick could already pick up on the sweet scent of her arousal. That didn’t help his erection any. She always had this effect on him, Dick liked to blame his hormones, but that wasn’t completely truthful,

Raven was just gorgeous.

She dropped her soaked panties off the side of the bed, moving to brush the head of the head of his cock against her entrance. Raven moaned a little, taking it slow as she took him inside of her.

The feeling of being filled by his cock, Raven completely worshipped that feeling. She loved his cock, it was simply perfect and beautiful.

Dick moaned, hands quaking in his restraints. The metal clacking together as he arched his hips upwards to help Raven along. Raven grunted a little finally taking all of him inside her, resting there as she looked over him.

“Good. Good job.” She breathed out, stroking a hand across his hip. With her free hand she reached up to undo her bra, smirking as she casually threw it over Dick’s head. The leader wrinkled his nose a little, annoyed now that his line of sight was now even more fucked.

“Better.” She teased, moving to slowly rise and then fall back down onto his member. “A good look for you, Dick.” He breathed heavily, arching his hips upwards at her next rise. Even if he couldn’t touch her or control the act, he could support her.

Dick stayed silent, trying to blow the bra off of his face. It was good on Raven, not on his face. Raven just laughed at him. She eventually relented and just rested the bra atop his head, leaning in to steal a kiss.

Raven kept moving on his shaft, digging her nails into his hips, groaning more loudly now. His room was quickly filling with the sound of skin slapping together and moaning. Raven tipped forward resting her weight more on Dick as she moved herself on his cock. Dick was struggling somewhat against his restraints wanting to hold Raven. Just watching her move herself so eagerly on his cock was driving him up a wall.

His struggle didn’t go unnoticed by his partner. “You think you can touch, me?” She purred lowly back, her eyes focused on his face. “You’re here for me, remember?”

Dick just whined a little, frowning back at his gorgeous lady. Raven just smirked back at him, clearly enjoying the moment.

She slid off of his cock with a pop, moving to clamber over Dick, shifting so he got a face full of her pussy. She adjusted somewhat to keep her balanced, ensuring her lover had the perfect vantage point. “You keep using that mouth of yours for the wrong thing. Here, this is the right place.”

The sight alone made Dick moan, before he found himself buried in her familiar folds. He didn’t need to be told twice to start lapping at her. Her scent alone was overpowering, the taste only made Dick want to stay here forever.

He knew what Raven liked, just as much as she knew what he liked when it came to this. He moaned against her folds, shivering somewhat at the feeling of her mouth sliding around the head of his cock. He could feel her tongue lapping along his length, slowly but surely making her way across it. She was definitely teasing him and it was driving him crazy in a way he couldn’t articulate. His best bet was flicking her clit with his tongue, some form of sexy petty revenge. Raven moaned a little, riding his face as Dick kept his skillful work on her.

Dick blinked slowly in surprise as Raven withdrew, moving off of him. He was barely able to suppress a whine of disappointment. She rose from the bed casually, untying the rope above the bed. She left the cuffs on, maneuvering Dick easily now onto his side. Once she was satisfied, she settled back on the bed.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice how noisy you were around Starfire today.” She stated, moving to settle Dick’s legs over her knee properly. “You know what that means, Dick.” She stroked her hand across his ass, smirking more widely now.

Dick moaned a little, melting properly into the bed. Raven raised her hand and brought it down with a solid thwack. The sensation knocked the air out of Dick’s lungs as he pressed his face against the blankets under them.

What the hell!? this is new..

The stinging sensation followed by the flood of pleasure made his breath shake in his chest. Another whack and a lingering kiss on his ass soon followed. “I told you to be quiet, you just can’t help yourself, can you?”

He knew within four whacks he was going to cum against their bedsheets. Raven knew what she was doing when it came to this. His fingers tightened into fists against the bedding, still held together thanks to the cuffs. He could already feel his climax on the rise.

Raven’s hand made contact again, firm, but still gentle when she made contact with his ass. Dick arched into her next strike with a breathy moan. He was just on the edge, just a little more…. Raven’s hand raised up again, ready to make contact. Dick knew she was drawing it out to tease him.

As if the universe itself was mocking him, the door to his room was slammed open. Starfire stepped inside without any warning, her gaze initially fixed on a food tray in her hand. “Husband, Dick I brought-” When her eyes connected to the scene before her, her eyes widened and mouth dropped open. Raven stood in front of her completely naked, The two ladies stared at one another locked into a very awkward moment.

“Friend Raven! W-what are you doing in husband Dick's room?,” She backed off immediately, sputtering and turning a particular shade of red. “And why are you completely naked?”

“Starfire can you leave?” Raven rubbed her temple in annoyance, “I'm in middle of something really important, and Dick lent me his room.”

“B-But where is husband Dick now?”

“I don't know.” Raven was loosing her patient now, not only she was interrupted during her alone time with her man, she was really looking forward for that day. “Now, Go away!”

“I- uh, yeah.” The door snapped shut and Raven sighed, making her way towards the bed.

“Fuck sake.” Dick groaned as she removed the sheet from him. Raven’s hand awkwardly just settled against his ass. She was too annoyed and pissed that his annoying wife interrupted them. “Well, that’s…”

“Your wife just plain pain in the ass, Dick.”

Dick awkwardly attempted to sit up before sighing. The mood was officially killed now. “Can you uncuff me. I’m kinda stuck in here.”

“Sure.” She gave Dick’s backside a gentle apologetic pat, making sure to kiss his ass cheeks before settling him. He yielded to her, relaxing onto his back when he was pushed onto it. “Fuck, that bitch always knows how to kill a mood.”

Dick gave what he could of a shrug. “Don’t sweat it, babe. We can try this again sometime.” Raven brought the key of the cuffs with her magic, unlocking them. He exhaled a little, rubbing his wrists as Raven set the cuffs aside. The purple haired girl settled back onto Dick with a wry kind of smile as her hand sneaked down and cupped his balls and started to fondle them gently.

“Can I at least get you off ‘I mean if you want to?” He questioned. Raven just smiled, dipping in to give Dick a peck as she tugged at his balls before wrapping her fingers around his cock, stroking lovingly.

“Please. I’m practically dripping here.”

[ejaydoeshisbest]

Chapter 4

"This is my favorite spot," you said, as you led me to the cave. It was like a mythical sea beast about to swallow us whole. Back in the city, we avoided places like these, unless you were a stupid teenager hiding from the world. They were always ready to erupt with the angst they bided in their bellies. Or you sought these places when you felt you were lonelier out there in the world and wanted solace.

There was a claw in my chest, pulling me from going with you, but you seemed to be the good sort. Maybe it was how sure you were as you held your net on one hand, and with another hand still loose on my arm. I hadn’t realized that I was letting you guide me all the way here. My eyes scanned the spot where your fingers curled around my bony wrist. I was fair-skinned compared to your tan. But a childhood under the sun did not hide the subtle scars running along your arm.

They were marks of adventures from growing up here, I knew. My classmates boasted their grazes and scabs as if they were prizes won from scuffling in the playground. Yours must be a daily, natural thing. I have a feeling you will earn more for days and months and years to come. I couldn’t help looking at one particular spot near your neck, though. It looked different from the others.

I was still not moving. You were patient with me. “What are you thinking of?” 

“That there may be a giant squid or octopus about to grab us and take us into its lair.”

You chuckled. It was the first time I made someone chuckle. “Ha! I wish. Then nobody would come to bother our waters, and they’ll leave this place alone.” You tugged at my arm. “There’s nothing inside but smooth rocks and more water. You’ll like it. I’ll show you.”

You were the type of boy who smiled more often than frowned, I imagined. When I was younger, my classmates all teased me about being the most sensitive amongst them all; a shy plant drooping at the slightest touch of insult. Our advisor was exasperated every time I hid in the corner and cried. They all pushed me to bear the taunts because that was how I got tougher, they said. I thought that was how I simply survived; to be reduced to a role for all my own childhood and even beyond: a butt for all the sharp, pointed jokes. So maybe that was why I nodded and followed you inside. You led me again and gripped my arm tighter, and I felt my ears drown in the waves as the darkness covered my eyes.

It still felt like we were sliding down the mouth of a beast. I told you as much, and you smiled and squeezed my arm back for reassurance. There was a moist, cool breeze moving past us; salt air collected from the sea.

“To be honest,” you began, voice echoing in the pauses between the waves, “I pulled you from the sea because you looked like you were about to jump in. And you have on a nice clean shirt, too. I'm not sure how easy it is to wash stuff out of that kind of white.” Your practicality tickled me. I smiled in the dark. “But seeing as how you’re shaking now, maybe you wouldn’t have dared after all.” He shrugged. “Still, your face…” and then you trailed off.

“My face?” I caught my breath when our bare feet stepped on soft weeds. I thought it was a tongue sliding between us. My toes gripped them so I wouldn’t slip.

"I kind of get the feeling that I've seen you somewhere before,” you said. We stopped, and I heard steady droplets falling from all around us. You turned towards me, close enough so that I could see the whites of your eyes. “But, you're a new face. And, well, not many people here wear the kind of clothes you’re wearing. Are you from the mainland? Are you from the city? Is that where your home is?"

A simple question that seemed to stump me in the moment. Should I nod yes, that I came from the city since that is where I stayed, even though I didn’t actually belong there? I didn’t call that place my home. We lived in a silent apartment with two bedrooms. My father’s bed is bigger but emptier. I only see Papa for two hours each night and an hour in the morning when he walks me to school.

Should I tell you that I had once lived here? That the trees here witnessed my wailings and tantrums? But that was a memory long gone. I am still trying to remember who my lola is though my heart insists that I already know her. There are notes in the air that I cannot hear; a deaf, distant siren lamenting the sweetness of my lost time with her.

“It’s okay if you won’t tell me. I understand.” Your voice was so calm it moved me. “You won’t have to say a word if you don’t want to. You can think whatever you can think here, and feel whatever you feel.” There was a shy smile on your face. “I’d rather you here than in the sea where the waves can take you.”

Then you jumped again and I thought for a second you would leave me here alone and swim away. But there you were a couple of steps away from me. You dropped your questions as if it was nothing but one of the droplets of water that dispersed in the dark. You did a little twirl and splashed your feet in invisible water. You had dropped the net beside me, and now you were reaching your hand out again and nodding at me to come join you.

Whatever was pulling me back, the friendly pull of your smile was stronger. I shivered when I stepped into the pool of cool water and you laughed at the face I made. It felt like I was intruding on a secret, but you grabbed both of my wrists this time, your thumb on my bone, and led me gently toward the middle of this pool, the water engulfing my feet. I was like a babe trusting his guardian not to let him sink.

“It doesn’t go any deeper,” you reassure me. “You’re safe. Here, we hid a lantern between the rocks over there.” You let go of my arm as you ducked into the dark. For a moment, there were only shadows and outlines, and then the suddenness of light struck my eyes. I squinted to see you holding a lantern in your hand.

There was a flat stone in the middle of this pool. You placed the lantern on top; how you lighted it with matchsticks in this damp place was beyond me.

The light showed the charm of this cave. To some, it would all be simply smooth stones and a wide shallow pool at the center. There were no words to describe why this was your favorite place. I only felt it. The warm glow of the lantern reminded me of stories told under thick, soft blankets. Whispers about a prince off on his journey. But when I saw that the droplets of water came from a high ceiling with rocks reaching down, I thought they looked like teeth about to close in on us.

Our shadows were plastered on a smooth wall. Yours was a giant near the light source, looking down at me. Your shadow made a motion to pat my head. I did laugh a little then, when you said, “There, there.”

You left the lantern on the stone tablet and weaved around the columns of stones to show me how safe it was. I watched you walk around me, and I stilled. I allowed the sounds of distant waves, occasional breeze, and loud water steps to fill my ears.

“This cave will not swallow you,” you said as you approached. You stopped a couple of paces away. “You’re part of this world now. So long as you’re here and don’t make a mess of things, no monsters will come get you.”

“That sounds like a warning from an elder.”

You winked. “Worked for us even now. Some of the older kids don’t disturb shrines or groves here.” Your face changed, suddenly. You sighed. “Wish I could say the same with the greedy bunch throwing dynamites in some parts of the beach here, and those cutting down trees in the mountains. I wish they'd be the ones swallowed by sea monsters.” 

Even if there was an edge to your voice, there was still a hint of hope. A touch of jest. I did not know what to do, and I was afraid to ask, so of all the silliest things I could have done, I stepped closer towards you, the water sloshing around your feet. I slowly raised my hand to make the shape of a fish, swimming around freely.

“I saw wings on a fish when I came here. Out there in the sea. They had the sun in their scales. Maybe they wanted to flee from the group you mentioned.” And then I dared to say more because you said that I could say anything I wanted. Words leaped from my tongue faster than I could cage them. “I wish I could be like them. The flying fish. To have gills and scales so that I could go into the quiet depths of the ocean when sometimes the wind is too harsh, and to go deeper into where corals sprout when there are storms. And if I got tired of the sea, or saw that the sun was kind, I would fly whenever and wherever I pleased. And it wouldn’t matter if everyone looked and pointed at me. And I wouldn’t listen if they told me to choose between being a fish or a bird or to stay in the water or be with the wind. I’d simply fly or swim away to my own peace, at my own pace.”

I quickly dropped my hand when your shadow did not move. It had no eyes, but I could feel the weight of its stare. The chill set in and I knew that I’d done something wrong and you would look at me the same way all the others looked at me and I braced myself for when you would push me away and run to get your lantern, leaving me here alone in the pool. I was afraid to look at your face.

“My name is Jiro,” you said as you turned towards me. The light hugged one side of your face as shadows clung to another.

A moment of stunned confusion passed before my weak hands pointed to my chest, where my heart was beating. “Mikha. Short for Mikhael.”

My fears melted away when you clasped my shoulder and told me how nice it was that you spotted me rooted in the sand. It was like my heart caught the rhythm of the waves while floating in this still pool.

I told you that I didn’t talk much, and I didn’t know what to talk about anyway, and by the way your eyes glanced to the side, I could tell that you were unsure to pry me open, brave as you were. So, you embarrassed yourself with stories of your adventures; how you caught a slimy fish that stank your hands for half a day, and how you collected hermit crabs because you thought they were drowning. The steady sounds of both droplets and surf went on as your hands moved with the tempo of your stories, morphing into shapes that wiggled and darted.

You coaxed me just a bit. “They say you can tell most things to a stranger. If anything is bothering you, you can let it out here with me.” You gestured to the cave. “Or you can let it out here. You can talk to your shadow if you want.”

A cave that holds secrets. Back in the city, people vandalized places like these. They mark them as if they were their territory with spray paints. They can’t bear leaving something so empty without so much as marking them with vulgarity.

It did seem easier talking to you. I never got more than a few sentences out to my classmates when we were all new to each other. After they found out I was boring and labeled me as the weird harmless alien, I didn’t feel the need to talk at all. A fitting label: ALIEN. They were speaking in a language I did not understand, talking about things in the world I had no interest in or knowledge about. They talked about cars and watches and cartoons, these kids who have whiter, cleaner clothes than I could ever wear, washed by maids or old distant aunts.

I have never encountered anyone like you who takes someone to their favorite spot on a whim. If only there were ten of you in our school, then it would be a brighter place.

I opened my mouth, and I told you about the games I liked and the books I read. I told you I liked ube ice cream the most and that I would like to learn how to swim, too.

Our stories filled the empty cave. Our chuckles mingled. It was like your favorite place was welcoming me too when I heard my voice bounce off its walls. Maybe I would hear myself when I come back here. Once or twice our hands collided as snippets of our different lives played out through shadow.

It was easy with you. There was a naturalness to it, how my words connected with yours, like a tail of a kite or two rivers joining, or like thread tied to thread.

Then you hopped behind me and our shadows on the wall merged. You told me to stay still as your hands waved behind me, conjuring a person with wings, then with tails, then with four arms that flexed and two heads that laughed.

When we looked at each other, that was when I pulled away. Because just as I was about to be familiar with the ease of your smile and the calm way you guided me... just as I was about to return your smile with my own under the lantern’s soft glare, the shadow from half your face reached towards me, and it threatened to erase all of your features if I didn’t step away at that moment and leave you alone.

It said that this moment was pleasant, but it will never be mine. After the exchanging of stories, there will be no new ones together. You will be gone and I will be alone once more. You will go back to your adventures hunting crabs and fish. The tenderness of the sea will hold you and I do not know what will happen to me. You will dive where I cannot reach you, just like my mother has done to us.

We are strangers, as you said. Your kindness may be true tonight, but will it remain so when the daylight reveals me for who I truly am? The night has some mystery in bringing people together, I’ve heard it said. What would happen if that spell broke and all you would see under the sun’s glare was a weird alien crawling from the deep?

My mouth shut like a clam disturbed and I felt the pool pulling my legs to the bottom where I could not resurface.

You called my name. I did not turn around. The waves were in my ears again. I saw bubbles escaping through my nose and mouth. I needed to breathe. You twisted my shoulders so that I faced you. I told you that I thought I was drowning. You told me I was fine. I looked at the steady brown of your eyes.

“I don’t want to be alone,” I said, and in shame, I turned away. I wanted to bury my head between the rocks.

“You’re not alone. You have me here. This whole place is beautiful, you can count on almost anyone to help you if you’ll allow them.”

You held my gaze. I let you help me up. The droplets falling from the ceiling returned. The pool was shallow.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

You shook your head. You looked thoughtful. “You looked like how I was when I first started swimming. I was so scared of the sea before, which sucks when your whole life is near the beach. So, people started teaching me how to befriend the waves.”

“You were afraid?” My voice was again small.

“At the start, sure I was. I mean, even now I wouldn't test the waters at night.” You shrugged and showed your hands. “But how will you learn if you don’t at least try to face your fears? It’s either that or be afraid of the waters forever and sink.”

“And now look at you. You’re practically made for the sea,” I said.

You chuckled. “I think that nobody’s made to be anything. I think we have to try and discover what we like and keep doing what makes us good people. That’s what Nanay Gloria says, anyway.”

I was about to smile at your words when you mentioned the name. It couldn’t be... there were many Nanay Glorias everywhere, it’s a common enough name for their generation.

“You don’t mean—?” I began to say before you cut me off.

“You’ll love her. Everyone in the community does. She’s actually waiting for her grandson today. Could not shut up about him for a week. Wish I could have met him today.”

I blinked. “You just did.”

I didn’t think you could get any livelier, but something about what I said pulled all your limbs up as if a string drew you upwards. Your eyes lit up and you raised your arms, about to spill another story. I was laughing, eager to listen to what you have to say. Maybe I could remember my lola better through you. But footsteps from outside closed your mouth. We turned towards the opening of the cave.

Papa emerged from the darkness and saw us. Your arms were still reaching towards the cavern ceiling. I was slumped against a boulder, my feet circling in the pool. We all looked at each other, surprised, friendly, confused.

“Uh, hello,” my father began. He’s been looking for me, everywhere. I did not realize that time had passed inside these walls.

I stood. “Papa, this is Jiro.”

On the way back, we told each other what happened, retracing our steps in the sand. Papa told me it was good sense that we walked where the waves didn’t wash up our footprints.

Lola was looking over the beach. She waved at all of us; her frown disappeared as soon as she saw you with me. She embraced you like she did me. You hugged her back as if you were lying down in a patch of soft meadow grass. You looked more like her grandson than I did, all smiles and warmth.

“Good,” Lola said as she looked down at both of us. “You sure know how to pick your friends. Jiro is a good kid.” You beamed. Then lola brought her hands to her hips and added, “But this one hasn’t been visiting me as lately.”

You raised your hands up. “The fish are biting, Nanay! And you’re busy too with the festival of flowers.”

I felt my father’s hand on one shoulder, and Lola’s on another. Yours was there just a while ago. We were about to go home and you were standing still, the waves rolling behind you. We looked at each other, beamed, and shyly you trailed your foot across the sand. I waved at you, and you waved back. As we headed towards the home I do not remember, I thought you told the wind to whisper in my ear: come back tomorrow. I must have imagined it. I would like to, though.

Tomorrow, maybe. Then maybe the rest of the days while this alien skin of mine roams this island.

[werewolfbansheelove]

Theatricality (Non School Sets)

Will including Will Confronting Shelby and excluding the moist toilette part. 

Hummel's House Basement - Burt, Carole, Finn, Kurt

Carole: Step. Couple more.

Finn: Is there a car down here from me?

Carole: Honey, we’re indoors.

Finn: Oh. Okay.

Carole: And open your eyes.

Kurt: Sparkling cider?

Carole: Yeah.

Finn: "Welcome home"? But who went somewhere?

Carole: Burt asked us to move in with them.

Finn: And this is how you’re telling me?

Kurt: The party is my idea. If you’re gonna say something, say it loud, right?

Burt: Yeah. It’s gonna take some getting used to, but trust me, you’re gonna love it,okay? Now you don’t have to drag your tail over here every time you want to watch something on the old 55-incher. We got a lot of food - some ethnic food. It’s some ethnicity, that’s not ours.

Kurt: Tuna crudité. (Burt:Tuna crudité.) It’s not ethnic.

Burt: Here you go.

Carole: Finn, this house is twice as big as ours. It has two bathrooms.

Burt: Two and a half.

Finn: I don’t want an extra bathroom or a tuna crude. I just want my house back.

Kurt: I think I know what this resistance is about. Our room. And I couldn't agree more. The palate in here is totally unflattering to your skin tone. Not everyone can pull off Dior gray. We need to redecorate.

Finn: Wait, we’re sharing a room? I’m not cool with that!

Carole: Baby, I know it’s weird, okay? But can’t be much of a surprise. And, in time, you’re gonna be as happy as I am.

Burt: Yeah, look, I’ll knock out a wall upstairs, I’ll put an addition on, okay? But-but until then, maybe this will grease the wheels a bit, huh? (He takes a 300 bill out and givex it to Finn but Kurt takex it before Finn can react) Hey. Look, that’s 300. Have at it. You redecorate this place.

Kurt: Don’t worry, roomie. Mr. Ikea Catalog and I will have this all figured out. I am going to put together a palate that expresses who you are and who I want you to be. Who you want to be.

Burt: Hey, what night's game night? You play Sorry?

Carole: You know sorry.

Kurt: He will now.

Burt: I will beat you. 

—–—–

Vocal Adrenaline are in rehearsal while Quinn Mercedes and Rachel are spying them.

Shelby: And claw, claw, uh, clap, clap. And five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four...

Mercedes: Think they can see us?

Quinn (whispering): If they catch us, are we gonna have to go to jail?

Rachel (whispering): Stealing their ideas is not a crime.

Shelby: ...Six, seven, eight. And one, two...

Rachel (whispering): Your shoes are making noise.

Shelby: ...And five, six, seven, eight. And one, two, three, four, five, six and seven...

Rachel: They look amazing.

Shelby: ...Claw, claw, uh, clap, clap. And five, six- uh, uh... Okay, okay, okay, just... enough. You guys aren’t getting it. You’re letting the costumes do all the work. Theatricality isn’t about crazy outfits. It’s not enough to douse yourselves with gasoline. You have to light yourselves on fire to make it work.

Rachel: God, she’s good.

Shelby: But being theatrical doesn’t mean you have to be a nuclear explosion. It can be like, like a quiet storm. You just have to radiate emotion,express what’s deep inside you. That’s what theatricality is truly about. Do I have to demonstrate? "Funny Girl", E flat.

Rachel: Exactly what I would have done: Barbra. I could do it in my sleep.

Funny, did you hear that? Funny yeah, the guy said: Honey you’re a funny girl. That’s me, I just keep them in stitches doubled in half

Rachel recognizes her birth mom's voice, she gets up and goes to the stage.

Mercedes: Where are you going ?

Quinn: Get back here.

When the laugh is over and the joke's on you.  A girl ought to have a sense of humor, that’s one thing, you really need for sure. When you’re a funny girl, the fellow said a funny girl, funny How it ain’t so funny? Funny girl.

Shelby finishes the song and Rachel calls to her. 

Rachel: Ms. Corcoran? I’m Rachel Berry, I’m your daughter.

Both of them are sitting in the seats in the auditorium.

Rachel: Did you ever regret it?

Shelby: Yes. Then no. Then so much.

Rachel: W-When did you realize it was the right time for me to find you? 

Shelby (chuckles): I saw you sing at sectionals. You were extraordinary. You were me.

(chuckles)

Rachel: Was it hard for you to not become a star? To not have your dreams come true?

Shelby: It felt like a broken promise. Like the Fisher King's wound - never heals.

Rachel: Wow. Genetics really are amazing. You see the world with the same fierce theatricality as I do. Even the way we’re sitting right now is so dramatic, and yet we feel so comfortable with it.

Shelby: I’ve missed so much. How do you feel?

Rachel: Thirsty. When I was little and I used to get sad, my dads would bring me a glass of water. It got so I couldn't tell if I was sad or just thirsty.

Shelby: I shouldn’t have done this. This was supposed to feel good. W-We were supposed to have some kind of slow-motion run into each other's arms. This is all wrong.

Rachel: Maybe we can just go to dinner or something just to get over the initial shock.

Shelby: I’m so sorry, Rachel. Uh... I’ll... I’ll call you.

—––—

In the carmel High school, Intrumental version of Bad Romance is playing while Vocal Adrenaline is dancing dressed in red satin queen costume. The music stops. Rachel is watching them wearing an horrible blanket with sleeves.

Shelby: Yeah, that’s better, guys. Take five. And, ladies, I don’t want to hear about chafing just because you’re being forced to wear metal underwear. Not my problem.

Rachel: Mom?

Shelby: Honey, you gotta stop sneaking into these rehearsals.

Rachel: It’s kind of important. (She opens her blanket revealing her Lady Gaga's outfit)

Shelby: Oh, dear God. 

Rachel: My dads can’t sew. I really need a mom right now. Do you think you can help?

–——–

(I know it’s in the school but the majority of the non school parts are in Will's apartment so bare with it, please.) 

In Will’s office, Will had Shelby come to his office. 

Shelby: I know why you called, and don’t  worry about it. My reconnection with Rachel is not some kind of plot to mess with you guys before regionals.

Will: I’m not worried about regionals. It’s Rachel. She’s special. She’s got all of the best of you. She’s strong-willed, dramatic, wildly talented.

Shelby: Go on.

Will: But she’s not hard like you. She’s fragile. Over-emotional. And she’s clearly convinced herself that you are as committed to this reunion as she is. And I don’t think you are. You’re not prepared to have a teenage daughter. Are you?

Shelby: I can’t have any more kids. There were issues a few years back. Then some surgery, and that’s that. I really wanted a daughter. That’s why it was so important to me to make that bond with her. But you’re right. I wanted my baby back. Rachel’s an adult now. She doesn’t need me.

Will: Shelby, I can’t tell you what to do... But if you really love her, you have to tell her what you just told me.

–——––

In the Hummel's House in the basement, Kurt took Finn downstairs. 

Kurt: I had to skip school to finish it, but I think you’re really going to like it. Consider it a peace offering after all the yelling that we’ve been doing. I used Marlene Dietrich and Gary Cooper in Morocco as my inspiration. It’s a perfect blend of the masculine and the feminine; the muted and the theatrical.

Finn: Are you freaking insane? I can’t live here. I’m a dude. (pointing the folding-screen) What the hell is that supposed to be ?

Kurt: It’s a privacy partition. It’s all I could find on such short notice. Why are you getting angry about everything? I worked hard on this.

Finn (yelling at him): That’s not a privacy partition! Why is it so hard for you to understand? I don’t want to get dressed in front of you! Do you know that I put my underwear on in the shower before I come out when you’re around? I just... I don’t want to have to worry about that kind of stuff in my own room, man.

Kurt (hurting): And what stuff are you referring to?

Finn: You know. You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play dumb. Why can’t you just accept that I’m not like you ?

Kurt: I have accepted that.

Finn (sounding kind): No, you haven’t. You think I don’t see the way you stare at me? How flirty you get. You think I don’t know why you got so excited that we were going to be moving in together?

Kurt (getting angry at Finn): It’s just a room, Finn! We can redecorate it if you want to!

Finn (playing unfair with Kurt and getting angry at him): Okay, good. Well, then the first thing that needs to go is that f*ggy lamp. And then we need to get rid of this f*ggy couch cover...

Burt (coming down to Finn because he heard him yelling at Kurt): Hey! What did you just call him?

Finn (looking guilty): Oh, no, no, I didn’t call him anything. I was talking to the blanket.

Burt: If you use that word, you’re talking about him.

Kurt (defending Finn): Relax, Dad. I didn’t take it that way.

Burt: Yeah, that’s because you’re 16 and you still assume the best in people. You live a few years, you start seeing the hate in people's hearts. Even the best people. You use the "N" word?

Finn: Of course not.

Burt: How about ret*rd? You call that nice girl in Cheerios! With Kurt, you call her a the R word?

Finn: Becky-- no. She’s my friend. She’s got Down syndrome. I’d never call her that. That’s cruel.

Burt: But you think it’s okay to come into my house and say f*g?

Finn: That’s not what I meant...

Burt: I know what you meant! What, you think I didn’t use that word when I was your age? You know, some kid gets clocked in practice, we'd tell him to stop being such a f*g. Shake it off. We meant it exactly the way you meant it. That being gay is wrong. That it’s some kind of punishable offense. I really thought you were different, Finn. You know, I thought that being in Glee Club and being raised by your mom meant that you were some, you know, new generation of dude who saw things differently. Who just kind of, you know, came into the world knowing what has taken me years of struggling to figure out. I guess I was wrong. I’m sorry, Finn, but you can’t... you can’t stay here.

Kurt (crying): Dad.

Burt: I love your mom. And maybe this is going to cost me her, but my family comes first. I can’t have that kind of poison around. This is our home, Kurt. He is my son. Out in the world, you do what you want, but not under my roof.

Finn leaves the place, speechless

Burt: The place looks great.

He puts a hand on Kurt’s shoulder who’s still crying and goes upstairs. Kurt sits on the couch.

—–—–—

In the WMHS auditorium... 

Shelby: So, how'd your dads come up with the name "Rachel"?

Rachel: They were, um, big Friends fans. I know why you’re here... to say good-bye.

Shelby: I really wanted this to work. Do you know what really turned me? That story that you told me about your dads, and how they'd bring you water when you were sad. We’re never gonna have anything like that. It’s too late for us. I just think that anything we share right now is gonna be confusing for you. 

Rachel: I just don’t understand. You’re my mom. I feel awful right now, and I should want to just fall into your arms and let you rock me and tell me everything is gonna be fine, but... I just don’t feel it.

Shelby: It’s because I’m your mother, but I’m not your mom.

Rachel: So what? Do we just pretend we don’t know each other now?

Shelby: That seems silly. Let’s just be grateful for one another... from afar. For a while. Don’t think for a second I’m gonna go soft on you during regionals.

Rachel (sniffles): Bring it. (chuckles)

Shelby: Can I have a hug good-bye ?

Rachel: Sure. (sniffles)

Shelby: Can you do me one more favor? Sometime when you’re thirsty... (She’s taking a package off of her bag and opens it. It contains a gold star water cup.) Can you get yourself some water from this cup? Gold stars are kinda my thing.

Rachel: Of course. (chuckles) Shelby... before you go, will... will you sing with me?Just one time. It’s sort of a fantasy of mine, and it would really mean a lot to me.

Shelby: I would be honored.

Rachel: Brad! (whispering to Shelby) He’s always just around. (Brad sits on the piano couch and Rachel gives him some scores) Um, take that. Here you go.(chuckles)

Rachel: I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas plays, Fold em', let em', hit me, raise it Baby, stay with me. Love the game, intuition play the cards with spades to start and after he’s been hooked I’ll play the one that’s on his heart. Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh I’ll get him hot and show him what I’ve got Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-ohI’ll let him hot and show him what I’ve got.

Shelby: Can’t read my, can’t read my No he can’t read my poker face

Rachel: She’s got to love nobody

Shelby: Can’t read my, can’t read my No he can’t read my poker face. 

Rachel and Shelby: She’s got to love nobody P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face. P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

Shelby: I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be. A little gambling is fun when you’re with me Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun and, baby, when it’s love, if it ain’t rough, it isn’t fun Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh.  I'll get him hot and show him what I’ve got (with Rachel: Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh, I’ll get him hot). Show him what I’ve got. Can’t read my

Rachel: Can’t read my

Rachel and Shelby: No he can’t read my poker face. She’s got to love nobody Can’t read my can’t  read my No he can’t read my poker face. She’s got to love nobody

Shelby (with Rachel): I won’t tell you that (I love you) Kiss or (hug you). Cause I'm (bluffin') with my (muffin) I’m not (lyin') I’m just (stunnin with my love-glue-gunnin')

Rachel: Just like a chick in the casino, take your bank before I pay you out

Shelby: I promise this, promise this, check this hand 'cause I am marvelous I’m marvelous

Rachel: I’m marvelous

Rachel and Shelby: I’m marvelous, So marvelous She’s got to love nobody, can’t read my, can’t read my. No he can’t read my poker face She’s got to love nobody

Shelby: You are really, really good.

Shelby leaves Rachel sad with the gold star cup. 

[casspurrjoybell-32]

Runaway Wolf - Chapter 13a

*Warning Adult Content*

Levi Blackman

Rogue. Loner. Those were the things that were going through my head as I finally drove out of California and crossed the state lines of Oregon but there was no way I could stop here.

The Blue Moon pack was way to close and I would never put them at risk like this.

Which meant my whole life I had to leave behind, my friends and family but it was for the best because I would only get them hurt in the end and I couldn’t have that on my hands.

I already took Matthew’s life… I cringed at the thought and a lump filled my throat.

How could this be, I never suspected a thing.

He seemed to really care from me and I him, I could never get rid of the image of the way he lay at my feet his eyes open and lifeless or the sound of the deafening crack of his neck.

And just to thing only a few weeks ago we were laughing and joking around, making love and enjoy life but the whole time he was a hunter.

Dangerous to me and everyone back home if I had introduced him to anyone at Blue Moon.

Sighing I drove through dense tree areas, where our pack was hidden somewhere in.

I glanced over at Kyle who was sleeping with his head resting against the glass window.

He had drifted off about twenty minutes ago and I wished I could as well but I was too wired as I constantly glanced in the review and side mirrors watching out for any cars that seem to be following but we were safe at the moment.

I should seriously leave Kyle here with his family, they could probably help him remember but some selfish part of me deep down refused to let him go again.

I watched him shift in his sleep and I couldn’t help but admire his beauty.

His growing blonde hair fell in his face.

His slightly opened lips were so thick I couldn’t help remembering them on mine, how soft they were, how moist and warm they had been.

I closed my eyes for a second before glancing back out the windshield.

Stop, I scowled myself.

My boyfriend was just killed… by me and now I’m fantasizing about kissing Kyle.

I was so screwed up.

I could feel Kyle’s eye on me for a while now and it was starting to make me nervous.

I shifted in my seat keeping my eyes on the darkening road as the sun went down.

“Can you stop?” I spoke finally after hours on the road, unable to take it anymore.

“What?” his deep voice sounded beside me and shiver ran down my spine.

I closed my eyes relishing in the sexy and mystifying tone.

A delicious hum started in my body as I tried my hardest to focus back on the drive.

“Stop staring at me please,” I whispered huskily.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize,” he sounded embarrassed and I couldn’t help but smile a bit at his innocence.

He was so different from the old Kyle I knew, it was wrong but I loved this Kyle a lot more than the old one.

The car was quiet once again as I pulled into a Wendy’s drive through as we passed into a small town on the outskirts of Oregon.

I heard both mine and Kyle’s stomach for the last couple hours.

We hadn’t really had anything decent since yesterday at olive garden.

“Do you want something?” I asked glancing at Kyle.

“It doesn’t matter what. Just get some food, please,” he whined and I laughed lightly.

“Welcome to Wendy’s what can I get for you today” a male voice asked over the intercom.

“Yeah can I get two number five combos, a large fry with a cheeseburger and two large cokes and water.”

“Alright, please pull up to the window.”

I did as asked and paid for the food.

I drove back on the street but pulled off to the side when I was in the cover of some trees.

The car smelt delicious as I settled down cut the engine and dug into the bag.

Kyle was already stuffing his face with food and I shook my head.

I reached into the bag for the cheeseburger and large fry and turned backwards to lay the now ripped bag on the backseat and pour the fries on it for the wolf and set the box with the burger beside it.

He quickly dug into the food with a ravenous behavior.

Once the wolf was eating I did the same.

The car was filled with sounds of chomping and smacking as we dug into our food.

I was so hungry I swear my stomach was touching my back.

Too quickly, my meal was gone, along with Kyle’s... it didn’t fill us but it did the trick for the moment.

The pup was already done by the time either of us were finished.

I stepped out of the car to open the door for the wolf and he zoomed out and into the woods we were parked by.

“Well he had to go. Didn’t he?” I muttered.

“I would imagine we’ve been cramped in that damn car for a hours. In fact I have to go to,” Kyle said and turned to walk in the woods too.

I did the same but kept my ears and eyes on the distance wary of staying to long in one spot.

Hunters were persistent bastards with the right equipment and resources to find us.

Before long we were back on the road driving to who know where.

I groggily pulled over on the side of the road once again after almost all night out on the road and into the early morning.

I could barely keep my eyes open since I’ve practically be awake for two days straight.

I glanced down at my gas and realized I was almost on empty.

“Why are we stopping?” Kyle asked.

“Because I’m about to pass out,” I muttered.

He had at least ten hour of sleep while I’ve been drive all freaking day and night.

“Well what are we going to do?” he asked glancing around the window into the dark deserted highway of Washington.

We had just left Oregon an couple hour back.

“First... we need to find a gas station and second... a nice place to park and sleep,” I stated rubbing my eyes drowsily and stifled a yawn.

After a few minutes I was about to pull back out on the road when Kyle stopped me.

“I can drive,” his offer was very hesitant so I glanced at him.

“Do you remember how?”

He shook his head.

“No but I’ve been watching you and it doesn’t seem, all that hard,” he said, shrugging.

I pondered for a moment... I really didn’t want him wrecking my car but I was so tired I was about to collapse so I took a BIG chance and nodded getting out of the car.

Kyle did the same and we switched seats.

Buckling in I watched him do the same and pointed at all the things he needed know.

“That is the brake, this is the gas and right here is the stick you can put it in drive and park or reverse to go backwards. This is the speedometer it tells you how fast you’re going, the signs on the road will tell you the limits you need to keep the car at. Okay? Don’t go over or under or we’ll be pulled over by a nosy cop. Alright?”

He only nodded at what I said paying attention to everything I pointed at so I was hopeful we wouldn’t be stuck in a ditch somewhere.

“Now... look for a gas station.”

He nodded and put the car in drive pulling back out on the road.

The ride was a little bumpy in the beginning but it smoothed out after about a few miles as he got use to it.

I tried to stay up the longest I could helping him search for a gas station but when it was taking too long I just pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to him and told him to fill the tank before I fell asleep.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

212 of 2023

Created by bobbideanweekend

When are you at your happiest?

At the beach looking at the sea, during Christmas/summer breaks with my parents, when my cats are purring next to me, on long car trips, when I find something I really like in a shop, when I can travel somewhere.

Do you find that you're attracted to people who aren't "right" for you?

No, not really.

Is there anything you wish you did today?

Vacuum cleaning, it’s dirty here.

^ Why haven't you done it?

I was at work and then to my physiotherapist, I’m tired.

Do you prefer to spend your time indoors or outdoors?

Outdoors, travelling.

What were you doing before you started this survey?

I was at my physiotherapist.

Is there any exotic animal you'd like to have as a pet? If so, what is it?

No. I’m fine with my cats.

Do you think that deep down, everyone is good at heart?

Probably, but with some exceptions. I don’t trust people who commit crimes.

Can you honestly say that you love yourself?

I’m not a biggest fan of myself, but I keep going.

How many people have you kissed?

Three.

How many of those people are you still friends with?

Two,and pne of them is my husband.

Do you just feel awkward when you dance?

I don’t dance.

When is the last time you felt absolutely happy?

Today.

Where did you go, the last time you left your house?

To my physioptherapist.

Name someone that you love:

My husband.

Is there something that you're looking forward to right now? If so, what?

Tomorrow so I can travel somewhere.

What caused you to cry, the last time you did?

I don’t cry.

Do you think you spend too much time feeling upset?

No, definitely not. I’m rarely upset.

Is there anywhere you would rather be right now? If so, where?

At my parents’ place.

Do you like your singing voice?

Not much, but people have opinions.

Do you think that you've ever actually been IN love with someone?

I’ve answered this question before.

If so, do you still feel the same way about them?

I’ll always love my husband. And Nielsje, too.

Have you ever done a psychedelic drug? If not, would you ever consider it?

No and no. I’m not even remotely interested.

What's something that makes you feel uncomfortable?

Discussing my sex life.

Are you bisexual?

No. I’m so gay that even I don’t believe. I’m really not interested in women.

Are you a good speller?

I try to be, but sometimes typos happen.

Are most silences awkward for you?

No. I’m not much of a talker, so I find comfort in them, especially with people I trust.

Do you sing and dance?

Only sing, not professionally.

Have you ever been to an amusment park?

Yeah, didn’t like it.

Name someone you wish you had never met:

Some dude on an online forum.

^ Why?

He’s a fucking weirdo. Started sending me disgusting sexual messages, even though it’s a forum for asexuals.

Do you think some people are better than others? If so, why?

No, everyone is equal unless they do something bad.

Do you have any "nerdy" hobbies? If so, name some:

Physics, ionising radiation, shortwave radio, just to name a few.

Name a word that you just really do not like:

Napkin. Worse than moist, really.

^ Why don't you like it?

It just sounds stupid.

Do you still seriously make pinky promises?

Did I ever make them at all?

Did you ever see the movie Good Burger when it came out?

NO, and I’m not interested.

Do you and your friends have a lot of inside jokes?

Really a lot, but you have to speak Dutch in order to understand them.

Do you like to party?

With my close ones, yes.

What's your favorite aspect of your life?

I’ve made it this far.

Do people tell you that you should smile more?

No.

(they're probably right.)

Who knows.

Do you prefer summer to winter?

Yeah, definitely. I love summer and I hate winter.

Do you use swear words?

A lot.

If so, do you have a favorite one?

Yeah, godverdomme. Not very orignal.

What's something you find utterly disgusting?

Feet. And female genitals, omg. I can’t help it.

Are a free and active agent in the decisions you make?

What’s that question about?

Are you easily angered?

Yes, but I calm down quickly as well.

What's something someone could do to really piss you off?

Acting like a know-it-all, patronising, unsolicitd advice without even knowing someone’s story.

What's your sexual preference?

None. I like guys, but I don’t like sex.

Are you accepting of other's sexual preferences?

Why wouldn’t I be if I’m not hetero either?

Do you spend a lot of time just thinking/daydreaming?

A lot indeed.

Name a song you've really been digging lately:

Tourist LeMC - Barbaren. I love his music, honestly.

If you were given a microphone and told you could yell anything, what would you yell out?

I would fart. It’d be even funnier. #innerteenager

Are you a virgin? If yes, are you waiting until marriage?

I’m not and I wasn’t waiting.

Who has the nicest singing voice, that you know personally?

My sister.

Say something nice about someone you really don't care for:

She tries her best at work.

Do you think you're plesant to be around most of the time?

Let others speak.

What are you gonna do now that you're done with this survey?

Maybe another one.

[gaegalsyd]

Felt Like the End

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Suddenly thought of The Watcher bringing Natasha to the final endgame battle instead. If you haven't watched the series What If, this is basically Natasha from a different universe coming to the endgame battle.

TW: death, a little angst ?

*gif not mine

*Italicized text is flashback

The compound is destroyed, shattered to pieces. But not as broken as your heart. And as you stood there looking at the army of Thanos and your small group, you knew that all of you would die trying. Still, at the back of your mind, at least you will be with her and would not have to endure the pain of living without Natasha.

It has not been long since you returned from your mission to gather all the stones back so you can bring back half the universe, and it also hasn't been long since you lost Natasha at Vormir. Being reminded of it brought tears to your eyes, and you realized that Nat would want you to fight. So you prepared yourself as if preparing for your funeral, your heart suddenly pounding harder and your vision blurry from the unshed tears. Then you heard a little static, realizing it was Sam's voice through your comms. And you saw your friends coming out of different portals with determination burning through their eyes and desire to win radiating from their every shout. And then you saw her, a glimpse of her red hair and her emerald eyes tinged with a bit of confusion but nonetheless determined. Your knees suddenly felt weak. How can she be here? You thought to yourself, you saw her lifeless body with your own eyes. Was Bruce able to bring her back?

The tension in the air is so thick it can be cut by a knife. A few minutes ago, you were making jokes with Natasha as you walked towards where the stone is. Now both of you are sitting beside each other on the ground after knowing the price of the stone. She was looking somewhere far away, her brows furrowed a little, and her lips were pressed into a thin line. And you were looking at her trying to take in everything about the feature of her face. "I don't even know why we're still sitting here" you said, breaking the silence. You kneeled in front of her, your hand taking hers and the other placed on her cheek.

"The two of us know that you need to stay alive. Yelena will be waiting for you".

And that's when you felt your cheeks wet with your tears pouring from your eyes that are still locked with hers that are now moist with tears she's trying to fight from falling.

"I have been preparing for this day for five years. We can bring everyone back." Natasha's voice filled with more determination than ever.

"Don't be a pain in my ass" you whispered with a smile tugging in your lips, then you kissed her forehead. "I love you, and I can't let you jump there," you said before pulling her to the ground and running towards the cliff. And when you were about to jump, you felt her latch something by your waist, which you realized was a rope. Instead of you falling, the two of you were hanging by the cliff with you holding to her arm and Natasha asking you to let go. And with a last smile to you, her voice was filled with love as she assured you. "It's okay, I'll see you in another life, and I will love you all the same" then she jumped. The last thing you saw was her lifeless body before waking up, holding the soul stone that cost you the love of your life.

After everyone was assembled and was already fighting, you never had a chance to see Natasha again. You were worried that it was just a figment of your imagination. But then you saw her again with your other friends trying to protect Peter, and you locked eyes with her, and she gave you a smile. Despite fighting your way through Thanos's army together with the other female avengers, your eyes were only set on Natasha. And the crumbled compound with blood everywhere was just a blur. The voices were nothing but white noise. And the next thing you knew was Tony sacrificing himself and Thanos with his army dissipating.

The battle was done. Whether you won or lost is uncertain. And with the avengers compound being a wreck, you resided with the Bartons, where Natasha stays as well. You couldn't bring yourself to talk to her, ask her. You could not blame Natasha as well. She could be mad at you, but what really bothers you is that she feels different, and she was acting as if you were nothing more than a friend. But that did not stop you from breaking as you keep seeing her but not being able to be comforted by her touch, lulled by her voice, and just be with her. So one day, when the Bartons were outside, you decided that you would have to talk to her while the both of you were cleaning up in the kitchen and no one else around.

"I'm sorry, I left you in Vormir" your throat suddenly felt strained.

Natasha looked at you with a bit of confusion in her eyes, her eyes raised a little, and she was biting her plump lip. Which led you to think to yourself if she suddenly got nervous. And the realization came to you as if suddenly able to breathe after being drowned. "You're not my Nat" you looked at her intently, and she just gave you that charming grin of hers. "I can't believe you're the first one to notice. I guess no point in hiding" that response from hers made you almost stumble and your eyes wide with your mouth agape. "Please explain" was the first stupid word you came up with.

Later that day, she explained everything with the watcher and the other universe thing with Ultron. It's almost unbelievable, but you just fought a giant purple monster alongside wizards and god, so you believed her. After that day, it was a bit easier to talk with her. You have an inkling that the two of you are not together in her universe, so you did not bring that up, Clint and Laura are confused, of course, but they trust you and Natasha.

Tony's funeral came, and the atmosphere was somber. You were standing by the lake when Wanda came, and you knew that she was also grieving, so you give her the silence she might need. "I wish I could tell him we won," she said, breaking the silence. You added "he knows," but in your mind, you wanted to say that "they" know, referring to Vision and your Nat. After a while, Wanda left, giving you a silent nod. Natasha stood beside you, and you already felt calm by her presence alone.

"What are we? in this universe. I mean you and the Natasha of this universe," the woman beside you asked while not letting her eyes leave the lake ahead. "we shared a life together. We were each other's best friends and lovers," you said, looking at her.

"I figured" that was the only answer she gave you. So you asked her back. "What about you and the y/n of your universe?"

"Oh, I had romantic feelings that I was never able to say, but it was unrequited." she shrugged. Typical Romanoff shrug, you thought.

In an attempt to make the situation feel lighter, you joked, "knowing myself, I'm sure she feels the same, just got scared." You looked at her eyes, and she looked back at you, and you felt the same warmth and affection from her eyes. And you already swear that she may not be the Natasha you knew, but you'll protect her in this or another.

[bemylord]

HeAr Me ouT - You & gojo go to movie theatre but before hand he makes you use a vibrator that he can control through his phone!!11!!!11!

ᴠɪʙʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴀɴᴛɪᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴛ. ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇ

warnings: toy [vibrator], fingering, oral [fem/receiving], in the public, praise kink, gojo being teaser, overstimulated, nicknames.

a/c: hello, thanks for the request, it was wooow for me. actually, nothing new - satoru being fucking teaser and talks dirty with you <3 + gojo satoru can't stop calling you his little kitten.

gojo reminds a sadistic boyfriend - bringing to the ecstasy yet forbidding you to melt your legs, keeping them shaking from the upcoming orgasm. he coats your inner thighs with innocent, playful kisses, not touching the place where you need to be touched.

gojo satoru knows how to turn you from the innocent to the lecherous girl. as if you've gotten a corruption kink - your fingers are buried into white hair, pulling him as deep as it might be into your soaked place whilst he's running his tongue over your clit.

for today's tease, gojo asked you to put the vibrator in your pussy, calling it a certain game in which he will have control over you - he made eyes like the cat from shrek and you couldn't reject him.

primarily, you thought you will have a date somewhere in the woods, where you could scream as loud as you can as gojo fucks abused a hole, with a thumb teasing the clit.

but when gojo bought tickets to the last show, the name of the movie you don't even know, you knew - the jokes are over. satoru will certainly make you lost the clarity of mind when will be controlling the vibrations through the phone.

we all know why people buy tickets for the last movie - sometimes they want the extreme, the feeling of being caught in sexual coitus at any moment - not the most pleasant, but such a turn-on.

the people began to take their seats, gojo smirks at your face. 'wanna play a game, y/n?' he asked quietly, bringing your face closer by the chin, with a thumb tracing across your lips.

you shuddered as he inserted the finger into your mouth, playing with your tongue. 'mh~' you escaped involuntary moan made gojo's member twitched in his pants, barely holding himself back before the merriment began.

as the movie had started, the white-haired man placed his palm on your thigh, caresses from the knee to the hem of the skirt, slightly squeezing the skin as you placed your legs together. satoru slipped his palm between your legs, pressing the inner thigh as a sign, meaning to spread them apart.

it was an unspoken gesture you've followed by slowly pushing the knees apart as gojo turns on the toy - sudden vibrations inside your vagina rang out, it made you claw yourself into the couch. it was the perfect moment for him - satoru knelt down, spreading legs wider to have a better view of the panties. the gojo's face is decorated with a mocked smirk as he observed a small wet spot on the thin material.

'already wet, my little kitten.'

gojo swipes the phone screen up and down, using an app connecting with the toy, amused to watch how your expression change as the vibrations fill your vagina.

'people might see us.'

'you have to be quiet then.'

as the sorcerer is standing on the knees, he threw one leg on his shoulder, kissing your ankles not breaking up the eye contact - you've bitten the finger to quell the prolonged moan as your boyfriend intensified the vibrations.

how could you supposed to be muted as satoru oh fuck him gojo kissed your pussy through the fabric, making you breathe noisily, hoping people won't recognize you and him as sorcerers.

you tilted your hand behind your head as the oncoming orgasm is approaching when gojo's fingers find themselves caress your lump of nerves. you glanced at the room to ensure everyone is focused on the movie or busy by kissing their lovers rather than staring as gojo smiling his brilliant smiled as you've completely soaked the panties with your juices.

although he kept the toy on, not interrupting the vibration for even a second, not allowing you to have a break after torture. the shaman slides the soaked fabric aside, admiring the opened view of your dripping hole - his overflowing urge to lick and taste the juices in a room full of people is off the scale, it's so arousing and drugging his mind more than any drugs on this planet.

gosh, if licking your pussy would be a drug - fuck, he'd a junkie.

as you felt his warm tongue on your clit as gojo masterfully playing with the overstimulated bud, your mind is blowing off, yet you kept thinking how good is he at details. his fingers caressing your hips and the tip of his tongue has on target your clit, going down on the slit, playing teasingly with the labia.

'can i lick it here, my desperate kitten, can i?'

gojo satoru knew and knows the answer - he knows you couldn't reject the desire to get licked by his overwhelming muscle to your limit. the white-haired man put out the vibrator, watching as the liquid oozing from the vagina, although satoru can't allow your juices to fall on the couch - he pressed his tongue imperiously on your hole, greedily eat it, not even lick it, gojo's eating you out while you're boosting his ego by muffled whimpers.

'one more, my little, give daddy one more and i'm gonna fuck you in our bedroom where you can scream as loud as you could.'

satoru returned his tongue on your clit replacing his fingers inside your dripping pussy, feeling as your walls clenching his digits. you could swear you see the stars as the sorcerer slips the lump with his tongue; fingering you, stretching and preparing the entrance to be abused by his fat cock in your bedroom.

with every his movement, with every second, existing to be in the movie theater is hard for you to be noiseless - you couldn't be quiet whilst your boyfriend's tongue greedily caresses your clit, as if it were the last time.

'give me that, sweetheart,' he placed a teasing kiss on your inner thigh, rubbing his cheek against the skin as his fingers continue to stretch the walls. ''come on, kitten, daddy knows you're almost there.'

he's running tongue over the clit, as you clenched fingers once more, before giving satoru once again the liquid he willingly loves to lick.

he pulled his moist fingers out, staring intently into your eyes, licking his fingers in your juice - honestly, the best thing he's ever tasted.

'my good kitten, wanna have my cock now, yeah?'

you're too overdosed with his tongue to respond, yet nodded. you felt as he slides your panties back into place, lifting you into his arms. in the blink of an eye, you find yourself in your bedroom - you were always amazed at his abilities: he's so playful, so flighty, at a time when he is the most powerful sorcerer.

'i wanna your dick deep in my pussy, daddy.'

be careful what you've been asking for gojo's stamina knows no limits, he could fuck and fuck you throughout the night till the first rays of sunshine will appear on your face. satoru will build, build, and build the orgasms out of your body, satiating himself with your delightful moans.

'wanna be breed with your cum.'

how can he refuse his kitten wish?

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forgive me for the end idk what happened the imagination + horny condition had caught me. there might be grammar issues, i'm sorry.