#I Wanna Know What That Slimy Motherfucker Is Up To

[bravevolunteer]

okay. real question for the night crowd

[hannie-dul-set]

THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF.

p — CHOI BEOMGYU x gn! reader. g — humor, fluff. w — swearing, beomgyu is embarrassing but that's nothing new with my recent works. 1.6k words.

note — inspired by this post. i'm supposed to be studying rn.

everyone in your department knows that choi beomgyu is not to be trusted.

no, it’s not like he scams people with overpriced products on the university buy and sell forum. he doesn’t give you wrong answers during tests to fuck you over. he isn’t seeing multiple people at once behind their backs like a shitty fuckboy, either.

but when choi beomgyu tells you that there’s a buy one take one promo at the coffee shop near campus, you should probably think twice before rallying your friends over because of your shared coffee addiction. it’s the reason why hueningkai showed up to a department party last month wearing a penguin costume when the theme was business-casual. it’s the reason why choi yeonjun sends a string of curses to the group chat bi-weekly because he’s told that there’s a quiz today, only to arrive at an empty classroom.

it’s all harmless. it’s all fun and games and for a good laugh— but nevertheless, everyone knows to think twice before listening to the honeyed words that fall from choi beomgyu’s mouth. the problem is, the bastard is charismatic and he knows it. “he’s weaponizing his pretty face like a motherfucking gun,” you mentioned to soobin one time. so even if people are ware that he’s slimy little bitch that likes to fuck around a lot, they still listen to what he says. even when in doubt.

well, they’re all fucking stupid.

“hey, let’s compare hand sizes!”

and you refuse to be branded as a gullible idiot, too.

“what?”

the sandwich you’re having for lunch suddenly feels dry on your tongue. “gimme your hand,” he insists, and you narrow your eyes at him. what...what the fuck is this bastard trying to do? “i wanna know whose is bigger.”

now, that’s a familiar line. it almost made your heart flutter when he’s batting his eyes at you so expectantly with that pretty face of his from across the cafeteria table, the fingers of his right palm outstretched and ready to catch yours upon your consent.

almost. but there’s no way in hell you’re humoring his dumb ass.

“sure,” you respond. and, after wiping your lips with a napkin, offer out your open palm for him in the air.

his face brightens— a tiny smile pulling at his lips.

beomgyu reaches out for your hand. before he can press his palms against yours, you quickly fold it into a middle finger.

it’s almost funny how his expression quickly tumbles into despair.

“eat shit, motherfucker.”

you clean up your tray and leave your dumbfounded friend behind. you have no idea what his intentions with that was, but you aren’t risking making a fool out of yourself at the suggestion that beomgyu might be trying to (pathetically) hit on you. he’s probably just concocting some more mischief— especially since you’re one of the people he has yet to victimize with his dumb jokes.

so you’re not surprised when he makes another attempt. but what you don’t understand is why he keeps trying to hold your hand.

“booooring. this class is so boring.”

he’s sitting next to you inside the lecture hall. so far, not that out of the ordinary. you do your best to catch up with your professor’s discussion, but from the corner of your eyes you see beomgyu finally giving up and melting his head into the desk, burying his face into his arms. “this sucks,” he muffles, before craning his head and you can feel him staring at you from below. “aren’t you bored?”

“i’m trying to pay attention, beomgyu.”

“pay attention to me,” he whines. “i’m bored. let me scribble on your hand to pass—”

“please shut the fuck up.”

at some point, it’s starting to confuse you more than annoy you. all signs lead to a boy simply trying to get the attention of his crush, but this is choi beomgyu you’re talking about. you just can’t trust him. not even when he always tries to follow you around in the hallways. not even when he drops a warm latte at your desk every 7AM class.

“i know how to do palm reading. do you wanna—”

“i’m not superstitious,” you immediately put up your shield to his spear. “thanks for the coffee.”

you really don’t understand him.

“there was a hit and run incident yesterday. you should hold onto me just to be—”

“red light. let’s go.”

you seriously don’t fucking get him.

“aaaah! i’m falling! grab my hand, i’m falling to my death!”

what the hell is he trying to do?!

“beomgyu, it’s a four-foot deep pool,” you deadpan, face flushed and it’s definitely not just from the heat of the sun. he perishes into the water with a splash. my god, what’s going on with him? you shake your head, trying to ward off an incoming headache. 

really. if this wasn’t beomgyu doing this shit, you’d be a hundred-percent convinced that he’s trying to make a move on you. that he likes you and is trying his stupidest to catch your attention. but it is beomgyu, and everyone knows he can’t be trusted unless you want to be laughed at. being this week’s joke isn’t on your bucket list. so no matter how many more attempts he’s going to make, you will be impenetrable. you will not be fooled.

“hey.”

that is until he shows up all serious in front of your classroom the next week. 

students are pouring out from the door, and you’re a heavy obstacle from their rush to go home because for some reason, choi beomgyu is there— also obstructing the traffic flow in the hallway. 

“what is it now?” you cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at the worryingly large bouquet he has in his arms. “are your hands cold? do you want me to hold them to keep you warm?”

“that would be nice,” he replies. you seriously want to hit him. “but, no. that’s not what i’m here for. i decided that it might be best to stop asking for your hand because you might actually punch me this time.” this is a public area, you’d like to remind him. and that dangerously constructed statement of his is eliciting murmurs from the passersby surrounding you. you feel your face flush. 

“if you phrase it like that, people are going to get the wrong idea.”

“let them misunderstand, i don’t really care,” he shrugs. “what i care about is clearing up the misunderstanding between you and me. i don’t think we’ve been on the same page for the past few weeks.”

you furrow your brows. “what are you getting at?”

“taehyun told me that you think i’ve just been fucking around with you,” he says. “and i have to admit that i definitely have nothing to blame but myself and my reputation. but i want to tell you that i have been seriously, seriously serious about you.”

“sure,” you snort. “i definitely trust you, beomgyu.”

he frowns. “dammit, taehyun was right. you really don’t trust me.”

what did he expect? for the past year and a half that you’ve known him, he’s been nothing but unserious and troublesome. beomgyu brings mischief wherever he goes and you don’t want to make a misstep and be caught in that shitstorm— not even when your heart is racing a little too fast for comfort at the moment. not even when those flowers actually look really pretty.

“but i expected this. i’ve come prepared,” beomgyu tells you. what is it this time? you exhale. had he been normal, you might’ve trusted him at his first attempt to shoot his shot with you. “i’ve come to the conclusion that in order to get your trust, i need to stop messing around with everyone. and that begins with being completely, absolutely, unapologetically honest.”

again, this is a public area. people are staring and you’re starting to get a bad feeling.

“i’m in love with you.”

holy shit.

“i’ve been in love with you ever since taehyun introduced us to each other, i think.”

there’s fire somewhere. 

“that was over a year ago!”

that somewhere is your face.

“yeah, and?” he raises a brow. “that means i’ve liked you for over a year. i can do the math. i’m not stupid.” you want to throw yourself into a ditch and die.

“beomgyu, tell me you’re kidding.” not even your hands can fan out the inferno overtaking your face right now. somehow, there’s a lot more people around you than you remember, and while you’re suffering from a sudden onslaught of unprovoked feelings, beomgyu looks relatively unfazed. “you can’t be serious. if you’ve liked me for that long, then why haven’t you done anything until recently?!”

“funny story,” he starts. there is nothing funny about this at all. “i didn’t think i had a chance until soobin hyung told me you thought i was pretty the other week.”

soobin, that fucking rat. 

the context wasn’t even a positive one! you said he was using his pretty face for evil!

“i—” 

like what he’s doing now.

the words get stuck in your throat when you notice that beomgyu actually looks earnest. he’s not smiling or laughing— but patiently waiting for you to say something in response. your mouth is dry. your ribcage is shaking. it doesn’t fucking help that there’s three dozen people watching the scene unfold. couldn’t he have chosen a more appropriate place to pour his fucking heart out?

“you know what, let’s go.”

it’s an act of impulse. you quickly grab him by the hand and lead him away from the crowded hallway with hurried steps. “damn,” he says, trailing from behind you. “i didn’t have to try and convince you this time.”

what’s ironic is that this is the most honest you’ve ever felt of him. his palms are clammy and slipping through your fingers. he’s making jokes, but his desperate squeeze is telling you more than what he’s actually saying. “everyone knows to think twice before listening to me. but everyone also now knows that i’m pretty much in love with you, so that’s a win for me.”

THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[ieroween1031]

My Thoughts in Real Time as I Watched Episode 13 of Love in the Air That Absolutely Nobody Asked For:

- IM SO EXCITED I CANT BREATHE

- I can’t believe this is the (second to) last time I’m gonna see this intro, I already want to cry

- Fucking Sig, I love him so much.

- Can we get a spin-off just dedicated to Sig?

- Rain, you nosy motherfucker. We love you for this.

- Also, I’m so totally here for Sky finally not holding back his emotions. Agreeing to give Pai a ‘prize’ if he wins? We love to see it.

- Prapai’s posting picture of Sky on his Instagram? I’m fucking dead.

- These episode names are too much. Can’t do it!

- Aww, little baby Sky.

- Sky smoking? Oof. I don’t care how gross it is, smoking is hot. Sue me.

- If that was really the first time Sky took a drag of a cigarette, he’d have coughed it all back out. The first few cigarettes as a new smoker suck, and they fucking hurt.

- On that note, don’t smoke, kids! It’s bad for you!

- I knew that it was gonna be Gun, and as soon as I saw him, I honest to god growled. Fucker.

- Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. (To myself and to Sky)

- Listen to your friends, Sky!

- Okay, smoking’s not hot when this fucking dickbag does it.

- This should go without saying, but for everyone out there reading this, don’t let anyone take advantage of you or hurt you unless you’re into it. Don’t go along with shit you’re not comfortable with just to prove that you love someone. Fuck them, fuck their feelings, protect yourself.

- Okay, I’ll get off my soapbox now.

- Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck I don’t wanna watch this.

- I can’t imagine how hard this was for Peat. The reaction video is gonna hurt.

- Fuck, I hope someone kills this fucking asshole.

- I know this is an emotional scene, but I’m losing my shit over Pai calling Sky ‘baby’

- THIS FUCKING COCKMONGER AGAIN?

- Take your fucking eyes off of him and wipe that smirk off your face, you shitbird.

- Fluffy PrapaiSky will be the death of me.

- I’m so proud of Sky for not being afraid and being able to admit how he feels. My sweet baby has come so far!

- The look of terror on Sky’s face when he didn’t know who was hugging him is just one giant foreshadow and I hate it.

- “My lucky star” 😭😭😭😭

- Payu is 1000% done with Pai’s lovesick ass like he probably wasn’t just as bad a few months ago.

- We need more Payu/Sky and Prapai/Rain. The boyfriend/best friend dynamic is so freaking cute.

- Every time I see that bastard, I get so fucking angry.

- I was gonna yell at Sky to run as soon as he saw Gun, but I remember when someone who looked like my abuser walked into my job and I shut down and just completely froze, so I understand why he couldn’t run.

- It’s absolutely killing me that Pai knows that Petch is a slimy little snake, but that he doesn’t know why.

- Yes, Sky! You stand up for yourself! Your man loves you, and don’t forget it!

- Rain, I know you’re trying to be helpful, but I kinda wanna smack you.

- Rain really is a gold(fish)en retriever, isn’t he? Head empty, no thoughts, attention span that only lasts two seconds, but damn it, he’s a good boy that’s trying his best.

- I feel nauseous watching Sky walk into that apartment.

- You fucking liars. I’m so angry.

- I’m so glad that Sky doesn’t believe them. It’s amazing to see how much he’s changed.

- Sky Protection Squad in full force, yes! Go rescue him!

- Where the fuck are Rain and Payu while Pai and Gun are in the bedroom? Are they just making tea with the other assholes that were in the apartment? Come on, guys.

- Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.

- Love him to death, but for the love of method acting, someone please teach Fort how to properly throw a punch.

- He should have killed him. And Payu should have hit Petch, too.

- I don’t know what hurts more, Sky being catatonic and not being able to cry, or Pai sobbing for him.

- He brought him home. Like, home, home.

- That picture of the two of them on Pai’s desk, I could cry.

- I don’t even have any more thoughts, I’m just happy that Gun and Stop are gone, all four of my boys are happy, and that Pai knows everything about Sky now.

- There are a bunch of scenes from the novel that I’m sad were not in the series, but that could be a whole separate post.

- WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MY LIFE NOW?

- Aside from finish KinnPorsche (I still have two episodes left), catch up on Remember Me and Between Us, binge all the other shows I have on my To Watch list, and tear my hair out waiting for Just Say Yes.

- Excuse me while I rewatch the entire series over and over.

[ghosts-of-love]

SONG ANALYSIS TIME :))) Changing it up a bit here in terms of characters. You're Not Welcome by Naethan Apollo is both Cap and Pat. (still mostly cap tho)

The first fuckin verse is...i mean

I don't start fights but I'll handle you just fine Usually I'm very kind to others But I won't think twice if you step to me or mine You're a slimy little motherfucker

If that ain't Pat punching Damien idfk what is. And yeah ofc the man can get a lil annoyed sometimes but the "Usually i'm very kind to others" is literally Pat. My man out here punching a mf for Cap like the fuckin king he is <3

First half of the chorus was basically everyone at the party towards Damien (although Fanny was the one to kick him out)

Uh oh, don't you know? You're not welcome 'round here I think you should go 'Fore you cause some drama

except of course...he causes drama >:(

Uh oh, don't you know? I'm the one you should fear Talk to me if you've got a problem

Pat once again going to punch Damian. And Fanny chucking him out. (legends <3)

And now we get to Cap :)

I can't believe you used to truly scare me

Ofc this would be after everything's happened and Cap has resolved some internal shit.

You were like a ghost story told to keep me wary But I never listened, no, I slept good 'til morning And when our paths finally crossed I didn't heed the warning

This I guess is more Cap continuing to sleep with the cunt despite the fact that part of him knew Damien didn't care about him. But it's not that same tone like in Honey (BTR).

Then push, push, push, push Yeah, you pushed me to the edge I used to dread the thought of falling quickly

The pushing to edge bit reminds me of Cap finding out Damian was married and also the way he treated Cap in bed when they were "together" just using him and shit. And then the last line, Cap's insecurity about finding someone good and falling for the wrong person. (screaming and crying why do you write such good angst)

But now, I just wish that you'd send me off that ledge So I can finally fucking take you with me

Probably Cap after the party when he leaves. All those emotions and he lashes out at his new friends even tho ofc it's Damien who riled him up. He probably woulda preferred going off at Damian than his friends but when you're in emotional turmoil you can do wack shit. (get this man therapy) And also the fact he didn't wanna cause more of a scene at the party than what was already happening. (the way he comforted kitty while he was literally being choked mygod) (charlie predicted fairy godmother cap)

Anyways yeah, Pat (and Fanny) featured in a song analysis :) God those first two lines are so Pat after punching Damien. As he should. King <3

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk :)

(also i forget which but one of the 'TEDTalks' i typed out while tipsy at like 2:30am and i would've slept but i knew if i didn't send it then my ADHD ass would just be like...nahhhhh for the next several months. yeah. gonna go figure out which one it was rn)

broooo you KNOW I absolutely love your TEDTalks about song analysis!! everything fits so well with the scenes you're talking about (also I really enjoy the album cover art for the song!!)

I see the specific scenes and characters that you've noticed in Lost then Found but I would also like to raise you: Cap and Pat's early relationship/rivalry/whatever they've got going on in Adored. I just think it's got the right vibe of them driving each other absolutely crazy and also the wildly inaccurate view that they had of each other ("you were like a ghost story told to keep me wary"). It also works for Pat, "I'm usually very kind to others" 👀 because the running idea in Adored that Cap often comes back to is that Pat is So nice to everyone else but not him.

Once again, always love to read your analysis!! Thank you for sending this!! ❤️❤️

[winns-stuff]

RANT:

Okay this isn’t my usual rant but I’m just going to rant about this stupid ass fucking ad about Candace Owens making a whole damn series exposing where the BLM funds go. I’m tired of this whole conservative vs. liberal bullshit, when are we going to put the damn labels down and function like actual human beings. This shit is clown behavior and it’s one of the reasons why no one likes her fucking ass, I still haven’t forgotten about that stupid ass post she did with Kanye West but I’ll get back to that a little later. I just wanna put it out there that a lot of people that think exactly like her are always so quick to say things like “BLM is full of rioters” or “BLM destroyed their own things!” or even “BLM is a scam”, and the only thing I get is the destruction and vandalism and stuff. That was wrong of them to do and I know a lot of them were probably angry or upset at such slow progress with rising issues but that wasn’t the way to go, there’s no way I can defend that. But what I will say is that I hate how it completely overshadowed the actual victims and their families who are associated in BLM because they truly do want justice. We’re not complaining because police brutality is fucking real, sorry to burst your bubble, and it’s taken too many innocent lives. There’s too many family members out there who have suffered and are continuing to suffer because of the lack of accountability and actual compensation from the police department. You guys tend to forget that not everyone in the movement is there to just fucking riot, it’s real people who are in a desperate need for justice and change. Why not separate them from that when you know just flat out saying “BLM is all riots and destruction” is just invalidating their pain.

Now, you may be asking yourself, what does this have to do with the ad or the series? I’ll tell you that now. She brings up sources and receipts talking about how the leaders of BLM take the money they receive and basically it just “vanishes” in mid air. Honestly, I’ve been trying to research that whole thing and I’m gonna be transparent… None of it really adds up, there’s some sources that says it was a hoax and social media users just made it up while there’s others who claim it to be true so I’m really on the fence about it since there’s not a lot of solid proof about it that I can confidently refer to. But if it is true and she is concerned about people supporting and funding BLM why not start your own movement to help the families who were affected? I don’t get how exposing the movement is supposed to help anyone. Yeah, now you have your point across and now people can refer to your series to “prove” it’s true but at the end of the day you’re only invalidating the families affected. Like I said earlier if you move away from the fucking leaders and everything you get the families and friends of people affected by police brutality, these people are not just marching and going to all of these protests just because they’re fucking bored and they have nothing to do, in some why they’re all connected to the root of BLM which is to advocate for those suffering at the hands of corrupt police officers. If you care enough to make a whole series about it why not shed some light on the families who haven’t seen justice for their deceased or prosecuted loved ones for years. Why not fund some other organization or create a new one that won’t cheat people out of their money? If you have the access and money for a series then you can definitely try and reach out to actual victims. It’s just slimy fucking behavior that instead of doing all of this she makes it seem like BLM in itself is a scam and fraud and no one should pay attention to it, you’re literally taking away attention from the real people involved in this shit maybe you should reevaluate what kind of shit you spread.

Now that I’ve got that down we’re going to talk about her infamous photoshoot with motherfucking Kanye West. First of all, can everyone please stop egging this guy on? You’re all not helping he obviously has a lot of mental issues and you guys playing into them for your own gain is disingenuous. Kanye is known for doing crazy shit all the damn time even out of the expense of others, why you decided to follow him is wack on your part and speaking of his mental issues, I’m not trying to say that he’s a damn baby or anything or that his mental issues is why he does all of this weird shit I have mental issues and I’ve never thought about doing half the shit he does. He’s just a weird person, his mental issues shouldn’t excuse his actions and behavior because they’re still hurting people. Like this “White Lives Matter” thing, it irks my spirit that people continue to feed into this bullshit really thinking that it’s some fucking peaceful sign of equality. They’re obviously disrespecting the actual movement, the people who created that entire thing do not care about the black lives being taken away every single and threatened either, these people don’t care that racism and the lack of emotional intelligence is killing and harming innocent people every single day, why you chose to endorse something like that is beyond me but honestly I’m not surprised anymore. I’m just sick and tired of this bullshit, stop being fucking “woke” for once and show some damn sign of humanity. It’s like you’re soulless shells or something, society should not be evolving backwards and we should not be showing such low amounts of emotional intelligence and maturity.

[semischarmed]

Detour, Part 4

Given your previous declaration of your intent to wear his skin, you release a bit of your hold over him to see his reaction. Scott, apparently unfazed, looks to the distance, no doubt planning an escape route. The guy isn’t stupid, so you try to make out his gameplan. You catch the briefest glimpse he takes of the patch of skin where the medallion used to be and you are immediately reminded of the moment of lost control of him in your possession of Alex. ‘Motherfucker. Of course he had a plan’. Despite the risk, you decide to proceed. Scott may have that bod, and his steel will, but that pales in comparison to the years of lust and envy brewing in you. ‘Fuck it, worse case scenario we accidentally give this egomaniac god-like power. What could go wrong? Might as well fuck with him a little’.

You mess with your body’s vocal cords to make sure both your old voice and Alex’s speak. With a unified moan you state “I can’t wait to take a Scottie joyride”. 

You say your part to Scott. “You know, even with how much of an asshole you were back then, I always masturbated , every night, to the fantasy of that thick horse dick ravaging me and shuddering inside my little body.” You chuckle. “Who could have known that in just a few short years, we could both be masturbating that thick horse dick together, to the reality of my little body shuddering inside you.”

Alex adds: “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like, moving around in that tower of muscle”. You lick your lips. “Besides, you have some pretty yoked friends, Scott. Well, since we’re gonna be parading your skin around, we have some pretty yoked friends. We can’t wait to use you, to use that thick horse dick of yours, to cum inside them, to inject them with a little Alex. But don’t worry, even when we get sick of wearing you, we’ll never really leave. We’re gonna fill you in so deep, you’ll never fully get us out. You’re gonna be our little Scottie fuck doll till the day you die.”

With Alex still in the driver’s seat, you walk toward your best friend. He makes you rub your chest a little. “The truth is, Scottie, he feels amazing inside me. I love him in here and I know he’s here to sta-ayy” Alex moans a little “God I love being his puppet. I can feel his strings all inside me, worming into me, slipping, writhing, controlling me.” The Alex-y you makes you show Scott your right hand for effect, which starts spasming unnaturally before you make a quick, veined fist. You chuckle at this attempt to scare him into submission but then begin to ponder if it would actually be possible to transform your entire body that way for the possession. You and Alex strip naked. You then start masturbating your shared body right in front of Scott, as he looks away in revulsion at the sight of his corrupted best friend furiously beating his meat. “Thank you for helping me find my soulmate Scott- well, my soul master. I can’t wait for my little strings to become your little strings” he pouts “Cmon Scott. You’re so cute when you’re angry.” “Hate me Scott! Hate your best friend! Hate the faggot from high school that’s inside him! I want you livid when we fill you up. I want you boiling. Your anger really gets me going. When we pilot you around, I’m gonna make you watch. I’m gonna make you watch the new faggot Scott, faggot you corrupting and controlling your own friends!“ When you finally release, you bring a little to your mouth for inspection.

“We taste even better than expected” you say, breathless, half moaning, “here try some.” you scoop up the rest and try to push it to Scott, who quickly turns to the side. It smears his cheek instead.

You lean your face right in front of Scott’s- till your foreheads touch- and run your Alex-y fingers gently through his sweaty hair. You take a deep inhale from you position. Subtle, musky, another scent you just can’t quite place, it’s altogether manly. He smells uniquely Scotty. You can’t wait till you also smell uniquely Scotty. You rest all of your sweaty naked body right on top of Scott, still facing him. He winces slightly at the additional weight.

“Get the fuck off me!”

Scott spits right at your face. You take a little taste. ”MMhmmmmmm, I cant wait to have all that running inside me, even your spit tastes good”. He grimaces in disgust. Using your power to mentally restrain his movements, you grab his neck and give it a squeeze to force his mouth open. You scoop the bit of the Alex cum on his cheek into his now gaping maw with your thumb. You corral the spit on your face earlier into your mouth and mix it with your own, which you spit back right at his mouth. “Here’s a little primer for what we’ll taste like when we become one” you say with a dirty wink. With your powers, you force him to swallow your new “together” potion. 

“You were always the grand prize“ you say, while you trace your fingers all over your soon-to-be body. “After I let you sell your friend out, did you really think I’d just leave you after that. This new me, Alex, he was just a little detour. How could I know he’d be this into it,” You run your fingers through your hair, “but, in the end, I have to thank you. We were important little detour because- [moan] he completes me” Alex delicately guides your fingers around Scott’s nipples. You tug on them to bring his sweaty chest to yours and in your dark embrace you whisper seductively in his ear “You’ll complete us too....” Scott shudders and you moan in fake disappointment, “you’re such a greedy little asshole, you know, you can’t keep all that man to yourself. We wanna have fun too. We can’t wait to get inside that Scottie party.”

With your newfound powers, you start liquefying parts of yourself, as scott watches in horror. You start with the arm- naked, pungent, sweaty skin become a noxious, sticky, amorphous mass. It’s a horrific sight, for sure, but it becomes even more horrific to Scott when you will your newly created slime to start moving. You make sure to give him a close up of the wriggling stringy fibers of yourself inside the goo.

At this point, Scott really starts panicking.

“Look man, I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have been such a piece of shit to you in High School. Please! Cmon! You already have Alex.” Son of a bitch! You knew it! Of course he still remembers you!

Caught and preoccupied in your transformation, Scott finds the power to push you off him several feet back. Adrenaline, no doubt, but the man is also pure muscle, so it’s no surprise. “Get the fuck off me! Don’t fucking go near me, you creep!”

“Oh Scott”, you moan his name in a mocking tone. “You are such a great friend. Give me a hug”. Slimy tendrils from your body shoot out force Scott back to your sweaty embrace. You shove your pits at his face. “Mmmmphh!” he shouts in disgust and nausea. You take another deep whiff of his sweaty chest and armpits. Intoxicatingly musky, and again, uniquely Scotty. “When I’m inside you, I’m gonna make you stinky like me” you laugh “we’re gonna smell great together. We’re gonna feel great together. And to your friends? We’re gonna taste great together,“ you exhale, as you lick your thick Alex-y lips and smile an out of place angelic smile.

“You’re never gonna fucking take me, asshole!” He shouts.

You ignore him as you continue your little monologue and start slithering in some of your fleshy mass into his mouth. “And don’t worry,” an unholy harmony of your old voice and Alex’s voice says, “We forgive you for high school. Well.... “. You now moan with a mix your old voice and some new borrowed Scott vocals that your parts have already claimed. “You’ll forgive you.” You now lodge his throat full of you as your liquid tendrils greedily rush down his throat. You want to give Scott the complete experience, so more of your slimy tendrils snake through his biceps and pits, around his vascular back and throat and start jamming straight into his asshole. He moans involuntarily as he feels your wriggling mass pass the g-spot into his prime real estate. As odd as it sounds coming out of him, he even sounds alpha when he moans. You make sure to keep this area stimulated, since you can no longer restrain his body mentally. To complete his Alex infestation, you start pumping his cock to loosen a passage for yourself and then feed more slime into his piss slit. This particular action causes his mouth to open even wider than before, which you use to stuff even more slime inside. 

Despite the raw pleasure he’s in and despite your mass still continually flowing into him, Scott stands and takes shaky steps toward the door. That iron will always did turn you on. You can’t wait to make it yours. You double your speed, and start writhing and twisting erratically as you continue to flow in. When it becomes clear that he is determined to continue, you start streaming into any entryway you can find. Every orifice, every hole in his body- even some small cuts he had on his arm- are flooded with your liquid. His towering form finally falls to the ground, unconscious from the effort he expended, while the last parts of you slip inside.

When Scott wakes, he immediately straightens up. He’s impossibly full, filled to the brim with you inside him, still squirming, slipping through his body parts rhythmically. A little dribbling of yourself spills out and oozes out of his mouth, but you quickly force it back inside him before he reach for it. He needs to take all of you. 

Your future face contorts into one of pain and struggle until it settles in into a scornful, hateful, contempt. ‘How much energy does this guy fucking have?’ you think in panic, as Scott roars and in one fell swoop, flexes all the thick muscles in his body to subjugate your mass. He still looks a little bloated, but the squirming inside him stops. He smirks as feels your powers flow through him. He investigates himself and the new control he has over body parts. He flexes his arms as he starts willing parts of his body to expand and constrict on command. Scott walks up to his mirror. “I told you you couldn’t fucking take me” he says with a smirk. If Alex was a sports car, sleek and smooth, Scott would be a fucking truck, and a massive one at that. The man exudes raw power so it’s no wonder you’re struggling reining him in. Before all hope is fully lost, you feel a spark in you.

“You’re right” Scott’s voice states, unprompted. The squirming and wriggling inside him starts up again and his eyes roll back. “It’s a good thing he took a little detour taking and corrupting my tight piece of ass,” Scott moans uncharacteristically. Scott’s beefy arms start fidgeting uncontrollably “because this...little Alex puppet is... gonna show his best friend how to be a little good meat-suit for his new m-master” he forces through Scott’s vocal cords. Scott’s whole body is now trembling uncontrollably. The writhing inside him has started up again, though this time far more energetic. It was coming from everywhere. He feels his fingers, his legs constrict and relax unnaturally. He screams as his body starts scratching himself everywhere erratically and convulsing, trying to get you out. But you’re in too deep. You’re in his veins, in his muscles, in every fiber of his being. Arms still twitching from the control Alex demands, Scott starts involuntarily pumping his meat. “FUUUUUuuuuCK!!!” he roars in his mix of ecstasy and struggle, before everything in him stops.

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Scott sits, unexpressive, motionless. Then, a bit of movement. The corners of his lips stretch slightly and upward into a deranged smile. You twist his nipples hard and do another uncharacteristic moan in amazement. Goddamn he’s sensitive. Raw ecstasy decorates his face- your face as you begin to explore the rest of you. You reward his body for yielding to you by finishing the job you started earlier and continue pumping his meat. You release in a maelstrom. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. In the midst of your orgasm, you feel your body puff and expand massively, impossibly, taut, as deep inside Scott you integrate the core of your being into him fully. You subjugate your new muscles and skin around yourself and force them to re-constrict around their new owner. Tighter. Tighter. You feel his muscles from inside him as you pull them ever tighter until the invisible barrier between you two tears and his hunky form coalesces into you. The Alex part of you forces Scott to smile through the process of his own takeover. “AAAARRRGGH!” Scott screams in one last shout of defiance as your insides and his finally become one. 

Your eyes go wide and start fluttering while you lick yourself clean. ‘mmmmmm fuck’ Of course it tastes fucking amazing, every piece of the new you is amazing. You flex your first of many trademark “he’s the shit-and he knows it-Scotty sneers,” this new face of yours exactly reflecting one you’ve seen a thousand times in high school torment. A face that Alex had never seen until now, on account of being his best friend. Finally, fully, Scott is yours. 

Then his vitality hits. Fuck. Pure power!! “MIIINE” You scream with your new vocal cords as you start punching the air with your power. You adopt a boxer’s stance and- left hook. Right hook. Fuck. With each strike you can feel your own force as this new body executes your every whim. “MIIIINE!” Raw testosterone, raw power. Goddamn. You rush over and start punching and slamming your new beefy hands on the floor maniacally, reveling in finally feeling what it must have felt like in high school from the other side. “MIIINE!” This new jock body is limitless. You run a sweaty hand on his dick, and unsurprisingly it hardens instantly on command. You furiously start masturbating again in a frenzy, if only to release some of his pent up power. “Mine.” As Scott, you have ascended. In Scott, you are a god. With this body, with this soul, you can do anything you fucking want.

You piece together an outfit out of the clothes strewn about the apartment: Alex’s dirty used underwear and his old shirt, which fit impossibly tight on you. Alex always did like to keep things a little tighter than they should be- well, he is you, so you do too and now Scott does as well. You slip your new vascular legs through Scott’s skinniest pair of jeans and your new beast arms through his leather jacket. You‘ve always fancied Alex-your scent so you want to make sure you imprint it into this Scott-bod you now have. Then again, people have pretty unique scents. With you inside Scott, you’re fairly certain this new Scott naturally emanates a noxious combination of both their scents. You don’t put any cologne or deodorant on- why would you ever try to diminish this proof of your dominance over their bodies. 

You check yourself in the mirror and give your nipples one delightful final little twist, your run your fingers through your hair, and give your new self one hell of a Scottie smile before you step out into the world, a new man henceforth.

-End Part 4- 

Whew, what a ride. Hope y’all had fun. Not really sure where else I could take this so this is the final part for now.

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

Seven times someone spoke to a Marauder alone in a portrait and one person who spoke to them all together

In a world where all the Marauders died in the first war, their souls are preserved in portraits in Hogwarts. Their stories are legend if a bit tweaked, and their names are famous if a bit forgettable. But they were painted individually, and housed all over the castle, separated for all eternity from each other.

(Also, there are seven Marauders because Lily, Severus, and Regulus. Fight me.)

(FOR CONTEXT: Regulus married a Muggle named Amir and had a daughter with him named Hailee. Regulus and Sirius never fell out and Regulus calls Remus “Mum” because reasons. Sirius and Remus married and died without children and James and Lily had Harry with their partner, Severus. Peter had a nonbinary partner named Max, but they died in the war.)

ONE: Regulus Black (Room of Requirement) & Draco Malfoy [Second Year - Youth (Daughter)]

Draco is coming back from Quidditch practice after calling Hermione a Mudblood. He’s walking alone down a hallway empty of doors when one suddenly materializes in front of him. He walks inside, too curious not to, and finds a room with two chairs in front of a crackling fire.

Over the fire hangs a portrait of a young man with pale skin, ebony hair, and striking grey eyes. Draco sits down in one of the chairs and picks up the cup of hot cocoa from the coffee table, looking up at the portrait, which has now started moving.

“Who are you?” He asks, and the portrait shoots him a grim look.

“My name is Regulus Black. Do you know who I am?”

Draco shakes his head. Regulus hums, tugging at something around his wrist.

“I’m a Death Eater who defied Voldemort,” he says, pulling his sleeves up to reveal a blank wrist. “They didn’t paint me with that wretched Mark, thank Merlin.”

Draco puts his cocoa down, nervous, and finds his eyes darting around the room for a door.

“How do I get out of here?” He asks with all the politeness he can muster, and Regulus offers him a wry smile.

“Right through that door,” he says gently, pointing to the door now etching itself out of the wall. “But please remember, Draco - you make your own choices in life. You decide who you are. Not a House, not a name, not a Mark. You. Do not forget that like I did.”

Draco nods, backing towards the door.

“But you defected,” he says, feeling small. Regulus smiles sadly, his eyes cutting.

“Yes, I did. And I paid for it with my life. And the life of my partner, and my daughter, and my brother and my mum and my best friends. I paid, Draco. I’m still paying.”

Draco has his hand on the door knob. “Huh,” he says, and opens the door when Regulus adds, “Oh, and Draco, dear? Don’t call people Mudbloods. There’s no such thing. And it’s rude.”

Draco nods frantically and closes the door so hard he lands flat on his ass in the hallway, watching the door seal itself and fade back into stone.

TWO: James Potter (Gryffindor Quidditch “Hall” of Fame, Gryffindor Common Room) & Seamus Finnigan [Fourth Year - Never Not (Lauv)]

Seamus finds himself alone in the Gryffindor common room one Wednesday morning, pretending to be sick with a cold. He’s wrapped in a blanket and staring into the empty fireplace when he hears, “YO! KID!”

Startled, he falls off the couch, and stumbles up and over to the Quidditch trophy case in the corner. There, in a small frame, is the smiling face of a boy who looks just like Harry, except without the mark, with dark eyes, and happier. Seamus reads the plaque, James Potter, and smiles sadly, wondering if Harry has ever talked to this portrait before.

James, meanwhile, barrels forward, “You’re the one in love with that lanky black kid, right?” Seamus’ eyes snap up as he sputters, but James just grins. “Cool. I thought so. Can I give you some advice…?”

“Seamus.”

“Can I give you some advice, Seamus?”

Seamus, now bright red, says, “Um, sure?”

James’ eyes twinkle and he says, “Tell him.”

Seamus starts coughing, beating his chest as James laughs and he protests, “No! No, I can’t just tell my best friend I’m in love with him!”

James shrugs. “You can,” he says. “You wanna know a secret?” He leans in just a bit. “My best friends fell in love.”

Seamus startles. “What?” He breathes, and James grins.

“Yeah. Sirius Potter and Remus Lupin. Wasted six bloody years apart before finally giving in and admitting it. They’re the most in love people I’ve ever met.” His brow wrinkles. “Well, except Sev and Lily and me.” It wrinkles further. “Nah, I gotta give ‘em this one.”

Seamus gapes in shock for a moment before blurting, “That werewolf and the Black runaway were in love?! And you - fuck, you were with Severus Snape???” James stares at him for a moment before blinking and then bursting into laughter.

When he finally calms down, he looks back up at Seamus’ flushed face and says, “Sirius is a Potter and a Lupin, not a Black. And he and Remy loved each other more than anything. And yeah, Sev and Lily and I had some real fun times.” He tilts his head in consideration and says, “Actually, now that I think about it, some of those happened right on that couch over there. It’s weird they haven’t gotten a new one, huh?”

Seamus sputters for a third and final time and skitters away with a tomato-red face as James shouts after him, “TELL HIM, KID! SHOVE HIM AGAINST A WALL AND SNOG HIM SENSELESS!”

(Seamus, later, to Harry: “Your dad is fucking wack, bro.”)

THREE: Lily Evans (Library, Restricted Section) & Cedric Diggory [Fourth Year - Someone To You (BANNERS), Good Old Days (Kesha, Macklemore)]

Cedric sneaks into the Restricted Section to hide from all the pressure of the tournament. One night he’s thumbing through the books in his boredom when he finds an unframed portrait of a smiling redhead. As soon as he lifts her out of the book, titled The Marauders: A Complete History of Unfiltered Pranks (by Minerva Mcgonogall for Minerva Mcgonogall, signed by Regulus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Lupin (Love you Minnie!), and Lily Evans), the portrait pipes up, “Hi! I’m Lily!”

Cedric nearly drops the book in shock, but manages to catch it at the last second, mustering up a smile for the grinning portrait and introducing himself. She beams and glances at the book in his hand, her smile turning mischievous. “That’s a good one. We did get up to a lot, didn’t we?”

Speechless, he nods, not really processing that she’s just admitted to being Lily Evans, and her eyes dull with sadness at the sight of one of the injuries on his collarbone from the most recent challenge.

“Where’d you get that?” She asks, and he explains the tournament. She hums, and finally murmurs, “I heard them say my son is in that. Is that true?”

Mouth dry, Cedric nods, and Lily looks up at him again with glassy eyes and rasps, “Can you tell him I love him? That I’m proud of him and so are his fathers? Can you tell him that for me?”

Cedric nods again, hearing a creak and turning his head towards the noise when Lily whispers, “Go. Go, Cedric, before you get caught. Be brave, honey.” Cedric shoves the portrait back into the book and the book back onto the shelf with a muttered goodbye before sprinting away, Lily’s words echoing in his ears like a dying child’s scream.

FOUR: Sirius Black (Mcgonogall’s Office) & Ginny Weasley [Fifth Year - Alone (Bazzi)]

Ginny is sitting in Mcgonogall’s office, waiting for her professor to come and scold her for punching Zabini (he touched Luna’s ass, what was she supposed to do? Ask him to kindly stick his nose up where the sun don’t shine? She’d still be here, and he’d still be snickering like the slimy motherfucker he is in that dungeon cell he calls his bedroom). She hears a cough from somewhere on Mcgonogall’s desk and straightens up, ducking her head to peek around when she hears, “Pssst. Over here.”

She looks over and sees a framed picture of Sirius Black, grinning as if he’d never died. She swallows down her tears and nods her head in a polite hello. Sirius’ smile saddens as he says, “I hear you’re dating my godson.”

Ginny blushes, but nods, and for a moment, Sirius looks like he’s about to cry. “Why are you here, Ginny?” He asks softly, and she shrugs.

“Punched a Slytherin who touched my friend’s ass.”

Sirius grins at that, nodding his head in respect. “Good girl. You ever think about why that is?”

Ginny’s brow furrows and she opens her mouth to ask what he means when she sees his eyes wandering to a sketch of a wolf howling at the moon on Mcgonogall’s far wall, with the note For you, Minnie. Moony didn’t want it. Love, Sirius.

“I fell in love with a boy once,” Sirius murmurs. “My best friend. Remus Lupin. And he loved me back.”

I know, Ginny wants to say. You two were married and gave baby Harry joint Christmas presents and danced in the kitchen when you thought no one else was still awake. I’ve heard the stories, I’ve seen the pictures. I know. But instead she stays quiet, listening as Sirius tells his story.

“But instead of admitting that, I dated Marlene McKinnon for three years. Sold my gay ass out to a lesbian whore because I was too afraid to tell him how I felt about him.” Ginny has a lot of questions about the “lesbian whore” part - “I mean, she was a friend of mine, but I never wanted to kiss her, or sleep with her, but I did anyway. And he looked so fucking sad all the time. But he didn’t say anything. He didn’t wanna ruin my happiness. I didn’t know how to tell him that he was my happiness. By the time I figured it out, it was too late.”

Ginny swallows, finally speaking up, “Why are you telling me this?” Sirius finally tears his eyes away from the picture of the wolf and the moon and gives her a bitter smile.

“Because I’m dead and my husband and I spent a mere three years together in all of the ten we knew each other. What kind of bullshit is that?”

Ginny shrugs. “Some bullshit,” she answers, and laughs uncomfortably.

Sirius laughs too, then sighs. He looks deep into her eyes and says, “I love my godson. You make sure he knows that. But I also love my husband. And I spent too damn long running from that. So let me save you a bit of trouble, Ginny - the greatest love is often the scariest.”

Ginny purses her lips. “What are you saying?” She says slowly, and Sirius smiles sadly as Mcgonogall’s heels come clicking down the hall.

“I’m saying maybe you shouldn’t waste your time on Harry when both your and his hearts lie elsewhere.”

Ginny blushes, looking down at the homemade bracelet Luna made her three summers ago, and at the sound of the door opening, she looks back up at a frozen Sirius, whose eyes are caught on Mcgonogall, somehow still twinkling.

FIVE: Peter Pettigrew (Outside Gryffindor Dorms) & Ron Weasley [Fifth Year - lovely (Billie Eilish, Khalid)]

Ron is sulking on the stairs outside the Gryffindor common room after a particularly bad Quidditch loss. He wishes he were with Hermione and Harry, but they were already tangled together when he came upstairs and he didn’t want to intrude, even though they invited him to.

He knows they’re all best friends, he just feels so much like the third wheel sometimes. So he’s sulking when he hears a soft, “Hey.”

He looks up in surprise and sees a portrait of Peter Pettigrew, and he immediately steels his eyes, backing away. Seeing this, Peter shouts, “Wait, no! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I know! I just - I didn’t actually betray them, you know? Okay, well, I did, but - but I fixed it! They forgave me! I promise I’m not evil, I’m not, Ron -”

“How do you know my name?” Ron blurts, and Peter jumps back in his frame, startled, then smiles softly.

“They say it,” he answers. “Harry, and that girl you’re always with. They say your name all the time.”

Ron blushes. “Oh,” he says, ducking his head with a smile. When he looks back up into Peter’s sad eyes, he says, “We lost today. Quidditch.”

Peter cocks his head. “To who?”

Ron shrugs, looking down at his lap and fidgeting with his fingers over his knees. “Slytherin. Never lost against Slytherin before.”

Peter shrugs. “James and Sirius did. All the time.”

Ron looks up. “Really?” Peter smiles softly.

“Yeah. Mostly because they wanted Severus and Regulus to feel good, but. Yeah, they lost to Slytherin all the damn time.”

Ron’s smile fades. “Severus? Like, Snape? The Death Eater?”

Peter winces, then shrugs. “The Order spy. But, yeah.”

Ron blinks in shock. “They were friends? Even after Lily?”

Peter’s brow furrows in confusion, but he answers anyway, “Yes? They were dating. Them and Lily. Sent the whole school up in flames.”

Ron’s jaw drops open. “You can do that?”

Peter shrugs. “Yeah, ‘course you can. You can date Harry and that girl if you want. No one’s stopping you.”

Ron flushes, looking down in shame.

“They don’t want me,” he mumbles. “Not the way they want each other.”

Peter hums. “Severus said that too. So did James. They were both idiots.” Looking up at Ron’s glistening eyes and pouting lips, he smiles.

“Just because you’re not the smartest or the strongest or the funniest or the best at anything in particular doesn’t mean you’re not important, or that people don’t care about you.”

Ron nods, slowly. He stands and heads back inside without another word, pretending he doesn’t hear Peter sigh and say, “You’re welcome,” bitterly as he mumbles the password to the Fat Lady and slips back through the crack in the door.

SIX: Severus Snape (Headmaster’s Office) & Hermione Granger [Sixth Year - Ophelia (The Lumineers), O Children (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)]

Hermione is visiting Dumbledore’s office for her Prefect badge and an overview of the position while Ron and Harry are brooding in their room. The three of them have become far closer than normal lately, and she’s almost glad to be away for a moment, as they’ve always been more honest with each other when she isn’t around. She can’t decide if that bothers her or not.

She’s waiting for Dumbledore to get there when she hears, “Miss Granger, correct?” in a slow, molasses drawl.

She looks up at the portrait labelled Severus Snape and answers the boy in the Slytherin tie, “Yes. Hello, Mr. Snape.”

Severus grins slowly, a cat-like expression of amusement and carefully calculated arrogance. “Smart one, aren’t you?” He asks, and she nods. He clicks his tongue. “Should’ve been in Ravenclaw.”

She flushes and opens her mouth to retort when the Sorting Hat starts shouting about insecure fuckwads who don’t know their place and Severus starts screaming back about it not doing its fucking job right until finally Hermione screams, “STOP!”

The hat grumbles off to sleep again while she stares a shocked Severus down, her shaking hands curled in fists as she says, “Please don’t shout at it. It’s tired.”

Severus raises an eyebrow, but huffs and turns away. She sees his blank arm as he turns his back to her and feels her heart break open with pity.

“You’re Harry’s father, right?” She asks softly, and his head whips towards her in shock. She offers a sad smile and explains, “Lily and James. There are no records, of course, but…”

“You’re Mcgonogall’s favorite,” Severus finishes, smiling wryly. “Yes. I am one of Harry’s fathers.”

Hermione nods, looking down at her books, and swallows before looking back up again to say, “He really loves you.”

Severus rears back in shock, his eyes searching her for lies as she tears up. “He really does. You may not know it, and he doesn’t speak of it, but - but I can tell. He misses you.”

Severus’ eyes turn dull and glassy and he turns away, hiding his face with his long shaggy hair. Hermione swallows down her tears, smiling again. “Yes, well -”

“I love him too,” Severus interrupts, voice soft. “I miss him too. We all do. Tell… tell him that, would you?”

Hermione blinks, then nods.

“Of course,” she says, ducking her head as the staircase starts to rumble. “I’ll take good care of him, sir.”

Severus smiles that sad wry smile again and stills just as Dumbledore steps through the door, but Hermione hears his silence echo in her ears.

Thank you.

SEVEN: Remus Lupin (Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom) & Luna Lovegood [Seventh Year - Dynasty (MIIA), Towards The Sun (Rihanna)]

As the war comes closer and closer to Hogwarts, the students there grow more and more anxious. Luna herself takes refuge in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, where only Harry and Ginny know to find her. But with Harry on the run with Ron and Hermione and Ginny trying to hold down the fort with Seamus and Dean, Luna often finds herself alone.

One day she decides to make her way up onto the balcony over the classroom that leads to the office, and she reaches for the knob on the office door when she hears, “Don’t go in there, Miss Lovegood.”

She looks over at the portrait who’s spoken, dubbed Remus Lupin, and smiles. He smiles kindly back and asks, “What are you even looking for?”

Luna shrugs. “Some way to help, I guess.”

Remus smiles wryly and nods, glancing down at the wedding ring adorning his finger. His smile softens for a moment before he says, “Sometimes, Miss Lovegood, the best way to win a war is by treating others with kindness.”

Luna tilts her head to the side. “Like, with hugs and smiles?” She asks, and Remus smiles, biting his lip and nodding. His eyes are glassy, but she pretends not to notice.

“Yes, my dear, with hugs and smiles. Support each other. Take no conversation for granted. Merlin knows the only thing that comforted me in the first war was the constant reminders that I still had my family. That they were fighting with me, and that I was fighting for them.”

Luna nods sagely and looks down at the bracelets littering her wrists, each one made for a different person in her life: Ginny, her girlfriend; Harry, her partner; Neville, her best friend; Draco and Ron and Hermione, her friends. She asks, “What comforted you when you died? I know… I know it wasn’t fast. Or painless.”

Remus smiles, his eyes shining with kindness and hope despite the exhausted bruises beneath them and the scars across his face.

“I wasn’t alone,” he answers, his voice soft. “I died by Sirius’ side. I was holding his hand when I saw the light. And in the light there were silhouettes - James, Peter, Lily, Severus, Regulus. They were waiting for us. And I knew we would be okay.”

Luna nods. She twists a ring on her finger and says, “Thank you, Mr. Lupin. I’d best be going now.”

Remus nods as she begins to descend the steps, his voice ringing out one last time, “Good luck, Luna. I hope to Merlin your victory will be more permanent than ours.”

Luna twirls around, cocking her head as she asks, “You think we’ll win?” Remus smiles.

He nods, his eyes twinkling, and says, “Someone has to. Why not you?”

ONE: All Together Again (Grimmauld Place, Harry & Ron & Hermione’s Bedroom)  & Harry Potter [After Graduation of Eighth Year - Daylight (Taylor Swift)]

Following the end of the war, Harry moves into Grimmauld Place, left to him by the godfather he never knew. He takes Hermione and Ron with him, the three of them having been in a committed relationship since sometime when they were on the run and following an unspoken agreement that they will follow each other anywhere.

Luna lives nearby with Ginny, in an apartment by Draco’s little cottage and Neville’s tiny hovel. The three of them live quietly, though their friends visit often. Harry feels better, happier, though the hole left by his missing family is still there.

One day, as he’s putting up pictures of him and his partners around their shared bedroom, he hears, “Harry?”

He looks up, and there, on the opposite wall, is a picture of the seven Marauders, all young and staring at him in shock. Harry tears up and rushes over, taking the picture delicately in his hands and smiling as he rakes his eyes over his lost family. They all grin back, and Harry reads the inscription on the frame: My dear Marauders, You have been my pride and joy for seven long short years. I know you will all do great things; I cannot wait to see what you accomplish. You are, and have always been, my favorite students. All my love, Minnie.

Harry covers his mouth, emotional, until finally James asks, “Are you happy?”

Harry looks at Remus and Sirius, their fingers intertwined and their eyes sparkling. He looks at Regulus and Peter, their arms around each other’s shoulders as they grin. He looks at Severus and Lily and James, his three wonderful parents. And he looks down at the two wedding rings on the chain around his own neck, bearing the initials R.W. and H.G.. And he nods.

“Yeah,” he answers, grinning. “Yeah, I’m really fucking happy.”

[lilbabycee]

envy // steve rogers 🍏

↳ summary: at one of tony's parties, the reader and her green-eyed monster show some concern over steve's relationship with a certain shield agent.

↳ relationship: steve rogers x reader

↳ word count: 3.4k

↳ warnings: angst with some fluff, misunderstandings, an overused trope, sensitive reader, best friend!bucky and surrogate dad!tony

↳ author’s note: i’m back with some more steve fluff because i’m a sucker for this man - enjoy! x

You hate to admit it, but you’re jealous.

That slimy green-eyed monster is rearing its ugly head over your shoulder, teeth glinting in the low lights of one of Tony’s parties. It sidles up right next to you, breathing all sorts of lies and falsehoods in your ear, urging you to act or become enraged. Currently, you’re doing an okay job of ignoring it but the longer that it stays perched on your shoulder, its long claws digging into your flesh, the more frustrated you get. Its green eyes are beady and burn holes into the side of your face; you grimace, promptly choosing to ignore its piercing glare.

Your grip on the stem of your champagne glass tightens enough that your fingers start to become sore, and the sudden urge to swallow the contents of your glass becomes unbearable. She lays her hand on his shoulder as she laughs - cackles, you think bitterly - and he places a hand on her waist in response. You can’t seem to help the roll of your eyes and your shiny black red bottoms start to make themselves over to where Tony and Wanda are sat.

Wanda looks up as you approach, offering you a bright smile. Your face automatically reciprocates the sentiment, her happiness infectious. Since the death of Pietro, you know how much Wanda has been struggling to find her place within the team. She reminds you an awful lot of yourself, so you’ve taken it upon yourself to help her integrate into the group.

“Hi, Y/N,” she greets you, shifting on the sofa and patting the space next to her invitingly. You sink into the couch and Wanda winds an arm around your neck, kissing your cheek dramatically when Tony looks up from where he’s been swirling a glass of whisky contemplatively and smirks at you.

“Hey there, sweet cheeks,” he calls you affectionately, eyes softening at your presence. As Tony’s ‘apprentice’ - “...you know I’m your mentor, kid… no, I’m not gonna be modest because I pretty much made you, honey… I might as well have given birth to you too...” - you’ve been working alongside the Avengers for years. You’re the person behind the desk - the information that they get before missions, during missions, and after missions all comes from you. As their main source of communication, there is little time to rest but you do consider every member of the team a close friend by now. Tony… God, Tony is like your dad. In fact, you call him ‘dad’ upon his insistence - sometimes in jest, sometimes seriously. Your family became distant after learning that you were working with the ‘Earth’s mightiest heroes’ they must not have seen Thor drunk before because some of the Avenger's work doesn’t ‘align with their personal beliefs’ - bullshit - and you hadn’t spoken to them in years. So when Tony took you under his wing when you were but a mere teenager after originally hiring you as his personal assistant’s assistant, you were nothing but grateful to the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

“Hi, Wanda, hey, Tones,” you address them both, heaving a tired sigh while your eyes subconsciously drift back to where your favorite Avenger is standing with your favorite SHIELD agent. Tony opens his mouth to start teasing you about the length of your spaghetti-strapped sparkly red dress - planning to make some teasing comment like Y/N, who let you leave the house showing that much skin? Go back and change this instant! - but he sees where your attention has been redirected. Wanda stares at the side of your head intently for a few seconds before a secret little smile appears on her face.

“How’s Steve, Y/N?” she questions in an innocent tone, watching you jump and snap your head back around so fast that you get a little bit of whiplash.

“Uh, S-Steve?” you stutter. “W-why - uh - why would I know about Steve?”

Tony rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his drink before placing it back down on the table in front of him. He smacks his lips together loudly and licks them afterwards, seemingly exasperated. You raise a challenging eyebrow at him in response and he stares back at you flatly.

“I think I can speak for the whole team when I say that I’m tired of you and Capsicle dancing around each other,” he looks nonchalantly over his right shoulder before turning back to you with that same look in his eyes. “Not that he can really dance anyway - that awkward motherfucker - but if you had the balls to go up to him, sweetie, then maybe you could teach him.”

Your surrogate father’s brown eyes bear into yours and you twist your mouth to the side in embarrassment, quickly avoiding his gaze. “Dad-”

“Listen, Y/N, if you don’t go talk to him about all of your gross teenage-like feelings then I will,” he threatens with all of the indifference in the world.

Wanda nods her head in agreement, looking at you sympathetically but with a glint of mischief in her eyes. You narrow your own at her in suspicion but she only smiles at you.

“There’s no harm in trying,” she gently coaxes you and you bury your face in your newly well-manicured hands. The coolness of the flashy golden rings adorning your fingers - all gifts from Tony - seeps into your skin, overheating from the stress of the situation and the heat from all of the bodies packed into the spacious area. Quickly, you realize that Wanda’s right and that the worst that could happen is rejection - oh God - so you abruptly stand up, hearing Wanda do a little whoop! behind you.

The click of your heels on the expensive flooring of the lounge empowers you to put a little extra sway in your hips and straighten out your posture. A smile grows on your deep-red, glossed lips as you get closer to the bar. Natasha and Bruce are having a conversation right next to where Steve and Shannon - no, Stella … Sharon are speaking. Natasha assesses your demeanor and smirks knowingly, shooting you a quick wink. A quick panic seizes you, almost stopping your strut - I need a drink. So on your way to Steve and Sharon, you grab the champagne glass from in front of Nat and she puckers her lips at you, blowing you a kiss. You blow one back in the same fashion, finally stopping in front of Steve and Sharon.

Admittedly, she looks great. Her blonde hair is down in loose waves - it frames her face really nicely. Her makeup is subtle but really accentuates her best features. Her dress sweeps the floor and is a simple light grey silk. You fight the urge to scoff - to her credit, she’s beautiful and you’re even more jealous than before. Great.

Steve’s head turns when he sees you out of the corner of his eye, and your breath catches in your throat. He’s wearing grey slacks that really hug his thighs and ass - yum - and the white shirt that he’s chosen to wear instead of his regular blue plaid ones makes your mouth literally water. It’s not that you don’t appreciate the blue shirts because if there’s anyone who appreciates anything and everything that Steve does, it’s you. But the white … it’s crisp and clean and reminds you of when you used to run through the white flags of your mother’s laundry hung in your backyard, lush green grass staining the soles of your small feet. The soft cotton of the simple shirt somehow brings out the color of his eyes, and they’re looking more like blueberries than the ocean tonight. He’s clean-shaven with his hair neatly styled and the sleeves of his collared shirt are rolled up his forearms casually. His shirt isn’t buttoned all the way up to the top - thank God for Sam - and one of those strong capable hands is nursing a glass with barely any liquor inside. You quickly realize that it’s Asgardian liquor because Steve actually wants to enjoy himself tonight (?).

Those full lips spread around his perfect teeth in a grin and his hand falls from Sharon’s waist, a small sense of victory flowing through you. But then you reign yourself back in, knowing that you haven’t won the battle… yet.

“Good evening, Captain,” you address Steve with what you hope is a sultry smirk on your face. You nod towards Sharon as something of an afterthought, making sure that you’re being polite and smile sweetly at her: “Agent Carter.”

You don’t wanna be a total bitch and be super rude to her, because, really, what does that ever accomplish? You decide that you’re going to be civil, despite the fact that that green-eyed bastard is growling in your ear to rip her throat out.

Steve beams and assesses your appearance quickly before looking right back at your eyes. What a gentleman. “Hey, doll. You look great.”

Your cheeks hurt from how much you’re smiling and flirtily, you bat your eyelashes at him. “Thanks, Steve. You look great too. I like this look… a lot.”

He chuckles, those baby blues still boring into you. You almost feel like shrinking underneath his heavy gaze but instead, you hold your head up high and continue beaming at him, taking a sip of champagne. You watch his eyes follow your lips as you lick them free of the drink, and his cheeks flush red when he sees that you’ve caught him.

“So how are you enjoying the party, Y/N?” Sharon asks amicably, seemingly unaware of the moment that’s just transpired.

You decide to humor her: “I think it’s so nice that Tony wants to do these things for us… it’s super generous of him to host these parties. I’m loving it. But Sam left almost an hour ago, so I’ve been missing a dance partner for a little while now…”

You put your glass down and a cursory glance up at Steve has him springing into action, just like you hoped it would. “Come on, doll. I’ll dance with you.”

He grabs your hand swiftly and walks you to the dancefloor, not even sparing Sharon a glance. You feel slightly guilty - she hasn’t really done anything wrong - and shoot her a sympathetic look over your shoulder as well as a small wave. She smiles genially back, waving you off and turning to face another group of SHIELD agents.

Once you and Steve reach the dancefloor, it’s obvious that Tony has watched the whole situation go down; he’s changed the music to something slower and a little more jazzy. Steve, almost on instinct, pulls you into his arms, pressing you close to his body. The scent that hits you has you instinctively leaning into him. It’s crisp and woodsy and smells like pine but also like clean linen and him. His hands frame your waist and your arms loosely wind around his neck, and the both of you sway to the smooth swing of the music.

“You’re quite light on your feet, Captain,” you wink at him, far more comfortable because it’s just the two of you. You feel the laugh that passes through him and you admire the little lines around his eyes when he’s like this.

“What can I say? I’ve had a lot of practice,” he grins cheekily. You raise an eyebrow and the grin spreads wider.

“Got a line of people at your door, Mr. America?” You tease, smirking slightly but also somehow scared of the answer.

He laughs again, twirling the both of you before stopping to look you square in the eye. You’re taken aback by the intensity of his gaze and your heart stutters.

“Perhaps,” he shrugs. “But I’m never there to notice… I’m too busy knockin’ at someone else’s door.”

You can feel it - the acute pain in your chest and the exact moment that your heart sinks. The little tickle in your nose warns you of impending tears and you sniff to try and rid yourself of the feeling. Your logical brain is telling you not to be dumb and jump to conclusions, but the monster’s green eyes are full of rage. It whispers that all he really wants is Sharon and he’s just being polite, dancing here with you.

“Oh,” you reply, trying your best to appear jovial when you can feel your heart breaking. “That’s cool. I’m sure she’s great.”

It’s a marvel that your voice doesn’t break.

He gets a dreamy look on his face and replies, “Yeah, she’s really something. Smart, hilarious, pretty… God, so goddamn beautiful. The way that I feel about her... I haven’t felt like that since Peggy.”

He looks directly at your face but you can’t tell because you’ve averted your face to the side,  too busy trying to control a rapid onslaught of tears. Damn Tony, feeding you all these fanciful ideas.

“Well, she’s a lucky girl.”

That’s all you manage to get out before withdrawing from his arms and quickly striding towards the exit.

---

In the elevator, you try your best not to break down - because that’s not classy - and press the button to your floor. Taking deep breaths with closed eyes, you fail to notice when the elevator stops and Bucky gets on.

“Doll.”

Your eyes shoot open and your head whips over to look at him. He wasn’t really all that keen to party and it shows. You can tell that he’s been training.He’s sweaty - his hair is slick with it - and he’s only wearing black basketball shorts and trainers, his metal arm on full display. You’re relieved that he’s the one that’s caught you like this. You and Bucky forged an unlikely friendship upon his arrival to the compound. Steve was overjoyed that his best friend had somebody else to talk to, as he was scared that he wouldn’t be able to relate to anyone else. You can easily consider him one of your closest friends, meaning that he also knows about the Steve situation.

“Hey, Buck,” you manage to breathe out, trying for a small smile.

“What happened? You’ve been crying.”

You scoff, trying for indifference, “No, I haven’t-”

Bucky pins you with a look and you shut your mouth, looking slightly guilty. “Was it Stevie?”

Your silence seems to be enough of an answer for him and he sighs, moving closer to you to encircle an arm around your shoulders. You turn into his side, shoving your face into his neck and throwing your arms around his neck. Slightly caught off guard, he stumbles back, but quickly reciprocates the hug.

By this time, you’ve reached your floor so you move to pull back from him but his grip on your waist only tightens. Without any strain, he sweeps you off of your feet and lifts you right out of the elevator. You squeal in surprise, sniffing while Bucky walks you to your room.

“FRIDAY…” Bucky begins to ask, but it seems as if the A.I. already knows what to do as she unlocks your door. He walks you over to the bedroom, placing you down on your bed gently and taking your shoes off. Without a word, he disappears and comes back with makeup wipes, tissues, a glass of wine, and a bagel.

This makes you cry harder.

He hesitates in the doorway, looking at you with panic-flooded eyes. “Y/N, if you don’t want the bagel…”

You choke out a laugh and beckon him closer, shaking your head. He places the plate and Kleenex on your bed and hands you the glass of wine, grabbing a wipe to start taking off your makeup.

“Now, let me take care of you while you tell me what that punk did,” he begins slowly, starting to rub at your jaw.

You recount the story while sipping your wine, sniffing and choking at certain parts of the story. He shushes you quietly whenever he feels you struggling to speak and encourages you to take your time, all while continuing his work carefully. Once his job is done, he coaxes you to eat the bagel and sits next to you, rubbing your back gently.

“Look, Y/N,” he says. “Steve’s been incessant about how much he’s sweet on ya for the past couple months. I know he’s got a funny way of showing it, but I don’t think you shoulda run away from ‘im like that.”

You open your mouth to reply but are stopped by a voice in the doorway, “I second that.”

Tony’s leaning on the wall, that signature glint in his eyes full of mischief.

“Dad,” you almost whimper, voice raw from crying, and his face softens considerably. “Don’t bully me.”

“Hey, hey, baby cakes,” he comes to squat in front of you and Bucky. “Don’t get all teary-eyed on me. You know my little heart can’t take it. What are you so emotional for? Rogers has been looking for you since you left.”

Your mood perks up at that. “Really?”

He gives you a lopsided smile, “Of course he has. I know it’s not easy. You were doin’ a good thing out there, all confident and sexy and whatever. I was like wow, look at my girl go.” That makes you laugh. “But then you did that dumb little thing you do - you freaked out, honey. Got all impatient and confused and wouldn’t let him finish his cheesy ass speech.”

“He’s right, doll,” Bucky nods his agreement. “As much as he shoulda made it clearer to you what he was talkin’ about, you could’ve stayed just a little longer.”

You hide your face in Bucky’s chest in embarrassment as Tony grips your hand between his.

“Now, can I invite our favorite Capsicle in or are you gonna cry again?” the brown-eyed man in front of you teases.

“He’s outside?” the panic in you spikes again. Tony rolls his eyes and squeezes your hand reassuringly.

“Of course he is… loser,” he snorts derisively. You glare at him but he grins at you, telling FRIDAY to invite Steve in.

You can hear the soles of his shoes on the wooden floors of your apartment and you inhale deeply, straightening your back and pushing your chin up one more time.

He looks through with concern in his eyes and a sheepish look on his face. But he sees Bucky’s bare arm around your shoulders and something in his eyes changes for a split second; there’s an intensity there that you haven’t seen before.

Tony slaps his hands on his thighs before standing up abruptly, patting Bucky on the shoulder. “Alright, Manchurian Candidate. Let’s leave these two to it.”

Both men press a quick kiss to your forehead before heading out, closing the door softly behind them. As soon as they do, Steve stops his lingering at the door and rushes towards you, squatting in front of you like Tony was and framing your face in his hands. You blink rapidly, trying to process the close contact. Before you can think about anything else, his lips are on yours, completely catching you off guard.

They’re softer than they look and you melt into his embrace, his hands moving from your face to wrap his arms around your waist. He squeezes you gently and your hands cautiously come up to cup his face. It’s a soft kiss, despite the desperation in his movements, and you revel in the unspoken words shared between the two of you, communicated through feeling.

When it’s over, your lips are still tingling and he presses his forehead to yours, pecking your lips one more time.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he speaks quietly, almost as if he’s scared to interrupt the beauty and sanctity of the moment. “You know how I am. I get all tongue-tied talkin’ to dames already, but with you… God, it’s so much worse. I completely get why you thought I was talking about Sharon. She’s a great friend - she’s really been there for me - but she’s not you, baby.”

Your only response is a kiss pressed to his cheek and your fingers running through his hair. You sit like that for a little while, the silence stretching for several more minutes before you are composed enough to speak.

“I’m an idiot, Stevie,” you laugh, kissing his forehead this time. “I overreacted so bad… I’m so embarrassed by it. I should’ve just let you finish.”

He rubs your back comfortingly, “That’s alright, Y/N. You’re in touch with your emotions - that’s not a bad thing. But you’re my best girl - I don’t wanna see any more tears.”

He wipes away the remaining tears on your face and you smile cheekily at him.

“Your best girl?”

“Always, doll.”

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[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

First up, random thing.

I love that your answer for zzz was very honest xD. Having nothing better to do can be alleviated somewhat by bringing a device with you to pass the time, unless you wouldn't want to bring your expensive phone or game console in there... which is understandable x3

But what if you are in a noisy pred who keeps you awake?

Also would like to hear your thoughts on Pounding and Prolonged Stay

Lol, thank you. I would definitely bring my phone and headphone if they were waterproof and I knew I wouldn't drop them. Kind of would worry that I'd drop my phone in the slimy, constantly moving environment

Also, I am a very grouchy person when I don't get sleep. At the least, I'd complain and bitch them out grumpily, and if they didn't stop. Well, motherfucker, I'm not the only one not getting sleep, which leads very well into my next response:

Pounding: When someone ingests you without your consent, do you try to calmly find a way out or do you kick up a fuss and unleash hell on their stomach?

- I would reign HELL on any predators insides if they're susceptible. I squirm and elbow when someone hugs me, I would absolutely try to elbow and kick as hard as I could to get them to spit me out, especially if it's someone I don't know. Depending on how much I gave a shit about someone, I may temper my struggling if I know it's safe. Otherwise, I'd feel betrayed and would not care

Prolonged Stay: How long do you prefer to stay in a stomach?

- Personally, I feel like an hour or so is long enough, maybe longer if I'm napping or sleeping. I don't really get the appeal of staying any longer. Like, yeah, I get it can be comforting and I just wanna vibe, but also I got stuff to do. And even if I don't, I want the option to MOVE around and stuff, or at least sit at my desk

[ieroween1031]

My Thoughts in Real Time as I Watched Episode 12 of Love in the Air That Absolutely Nobody Asked For:

- I just started it and I already can’t breathe. Just the thumbnail alone has me wanting to sob!

- Honestly though… Please stop letting Prapai help you with your homework, because my precious idiot keeps hurting himself.

- “Why are you smiling?” Because you love him and he knows it!

- Sky, you can drop the act now.

- Poor Saifah, honestly.

- Pai gushing about Sky to a totally uninterested Saifah and Payu, I’m here for it!

- Payu looks so proud of his boy!

- The episode name, the episode name, the episode name!

- Couples t-shirts? Pai, you big cheese ball. What are you, a drunk, recently divorced white woman with her ‘squad’ on girls night?

- That slide whistle, I’m cackling.

- Busted!

- Busted again!

- Sky is so see through, he’s practically glass at this point.

- Pai, you sassy motherfucker!

- Oh my god. Is Leon gonna make his appearance, finally?

- Yes, thank you, god, finally Sky openly admits that he wants Pai, too!

- Walk up to the club like, “What up? Sorry we’re late, I was too busy bending my boyfriend over the bathroom counter.”

- The fact that Pai’s about to leave Sky alone in the car is making me very anxious.

- Sky smacking himself in the face every time he doesn’t want to admit that he loves Pai is a mood.

- YES YES YES OH MY GOD YES LEON!

- Good god, Smart is so fucking fine.

- I can’t wait for Just Say Yes.

- Not remembering your hook-up’s name? Classy.

- My entire stomach just dropped and I just gasped out loud. I don’t want to watch this. My sweet baby is gonna be crushed.

- This is gonna go one of two ways; either Sky is gonna leave silently sobbing, or he’s gonna push that fucker into the pool. I really hope it’s the latter, but I have a feeling it’s gonna be the former.

- Called it.

- Oh, Jesus Christ, another red scene? I don’t wanna!

- I don’t ever wanna see Sky cry ever again. My baby, my poor baby, I’m crying, too!

- Fight harder, Pai, you son of a bitch! I love you so much, but goddamn it, why are you letting him touch you? Why would you even sit down with him? You’re fucking stupid. Respectfully.

- He just walked past Gun’s slimy friend. God fucking damn it. Take your goddamn eyes off of them!

- I should have known that after two sweet, fluffy episodes in a row that this one would be nothing but angst. Unfortunately, I did sign up for this.

- Like I said. Slimy.

- Homeboy bought new phones just to try to get ahold of Sky? He’s extra and I know I shouldn’t be laughing, but I can’t help it.

- Sky, you’re cold.

- Okay, so I know I just posted the other day about wanting to see Prapai cry, but I take it back. I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!

- Poor Sig was right in the middle of that?

- Can somebody please get Rain and Payu in here to smack some sense into their respective idiot best friends?

- Please tell me Pai is inside. Please!

- And cue the collective sigh of relief.

- I’m literally fucking sobbing. That was the most intense thing I’ve ever seen. Like honestly, I almost can’t even be excited that they finally said “I love you” because that whole scene was almost cruel.

- I’m gonna watch it again. (Because I’m a masochist both physically and emotionally, apparently!)

- I just gasped again. Is he gonna tell him about Gun? Like, all about Gun? I can’t breathe.

- I need a fucking cigarette.

- Crisis averted, I can breathe again.

- “Love makes me blind.” I just literally like, pig squealed.

- Jesus Christ, Rain, calm down. I know you wanna protect your best friend, but damn.

- Yes, baby. Defend yo man!

- I literally don’t even want to watch the preview for the next episode. I just know it’s gonna make me feel sick.

- Sometimes I hate being right.

- Okay, so it did kinda make me feel sick, but I also knew that in the novel, Payu and Rain were with Pai when he rescues Sky, and I was so hoping that they’d be there in the show, too. So… thank god for small miracles.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine: Part Two

Erik and Reader have an office fling.

Warnings: SMUT. Straight to the nasty shit. 

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You hold your hands in your lap while Erik’s large masculine hand brushed and fondled your upper thigh. He would take his fingers to wrap around your thick thigh before squeezing it. Your eyes trailed down to his smooth veiny hand watching him knead your flesh with a firm grasp before releasing it. This made you move your knees from side to side. Now, Erik’s fingers began to tickle your inner thigh. 

“I love how you came out of the house with some pants on, Y/N,” He spoke with a dry tone. 

“I’m sorry,” You were going to wear a denim skirt at first but since there were no other plans besides going back to his place you figured the velour tracksuit was better. So much for that. Erik wanted to feel your skin and have easier access to that juicy pussy. You couldn’t blame his persistence and determination to have you. Untamed and primal, Erik fits his large hand no matter how difficult into the front of your track pants. His entire hand cupped your pussy. You felt silky, smooth, delicate, and creamy down there. Satisfaction crowded his features as he maneuvered the car and rubbed his large hand over your heated and engorged lips. 

“You tryna sit this swollen pussy on my dick?” 

“Mhm, Daddy.” You allow your eyes to watch his hand move up and down between your legs. The fabric of the tracksuit was digging into your hips and frustrating you. Squirming, you pull your pants down and kicked it off along with your slides. Erik was now greeted with the sight of your waxed mound covered in drenched teal green panties. The entire crotch was juicy and sopping wet. Legs wide and limber, you provide better access for Erik’s large hand to rub, flick, and finger your pussy to his enjoyment. 

“Dassit’ give that pussy up,” He yanks the crotch of your panties to the side watching your pussy involuntarily contract with need. The third leg in Erik’s track pants throbbed like a pulse. That’s exactly why he wore track pants. His dick needed breathing room so it could grow and expand comfortably. 

“Your shit is so wet. Little pussy is begging me right now.”

“Umph, Yes-” you moan as he slaps your pussy.

“Grab my dick. Now.”

You reach across his lap to grab his pipe. Your pussy spasmed.

“Feelin’ that?” He spoke huskily.

“Mhm.” 

“This what you playing wit’ tonight, girl. All this long dick.”

“Umph, Daddy-”

“Spread them pussy lips so I can see that sweet pink.”

You used your free hand to spread your pussy wide. Your labia looked like fleshy wings leading up to your erect and succulent clit. Then there was that tight plundering hole with your syrup oozing out and down the crack of your ass. Erik’s tongue poked out and flicked towards his upper lip while making deep grunting and growling sounds. 

“You’re so sweet, Baby girl,” Erik takes his fingers to slide them inside your pussy. You choke on a moan because you hadn’t expected that so suddenly. He was finger-fucking your pussy greedily. His fingers worked up a frenzy while your hands weakly grabbed his arm to bury your face in. 

“You’re so sweet, so beautiful, baby, oh my God, baby, Y/N, fuck, girl, you’re so fucking sexy, look at my fingers, fuck, look at the way I stuff this pussy with my fingers, shit.”

You couldn’t look no matter how hard you tried. He made you jolt to the rhythm of his fingers. The loud squelching noises coming from your pussy was beyond what you’ve ever heard and experienced. You would have never known your pussy could get this wet if it wasn’t for Erik. Or this stretched with fingers. You find yourself taking a peek and fuck, your pussy was wide open. Erik’s fingers were literally scooping the cream out your pussy. Fingers all fat and curled in that tight puss. Your eyes roll and then just like before, you bury your face into his arm and bite his jacket. 

“You watching me?” he murmured.

“Umph, Daddy, I can’t.”

“Why not?” He curls his fingers further, “Mm, I’m getting that ain’t I?”

“Fuck,” Your mouth unhinged.

After increasing the motion of his fingers to make you moan, Erik takes his fingers out to admire. Slimy, creamy, dripping wet from his fingertips down to his wrist, Erik was starved the way he lapped and sucked on his fingers. You would think he was eating a chef special. This man is a savage. Licking and slurping on his fingers like a famished man. It was so primal and sexy you couldn’t hold back the whimpers from your mouth. 

“Here,” He uses his wet hand to grab your hand firmly, “Touch Daddy dick.”

While you reached into his track pants to grab his heavy and plump dick, Erik uses his fingers yet again to stroke your pussy.

“Let me dig back in there,” He couldn’t be stopped even if there was a gun pointed to his temple. 

“Uh-Uhhh-Uhhhh-Daddy!” 

“Yeah? Yeah, baby girl?” 

“Mmm!” Your legs went up to push your feet into the dashboard. You were sweating, panting, shuddering. His powerful hand slapped against your mound causing you to lift your hips from the seat to fuck his fingers. It’s intense and wild the way he finger-fucks you.

“GIMMIE that FUCKING cum,” he spoke with a gruff tone while twirling his thick fingers in your tight pussy. 

“Oooooo, Babyeee,” You squeeze his dick in your hand as he raked the cum out of your pussy with his fingers alone. He didn’t even need to rub your clit. He was slipping and sliding all around your pussy. His fingers poked and stroked your walls deliciously. 

“Keep stroking this Daddy dick, Y/N, come on,” He barked out with his powerful voice that would have brought you to your knees if it wasn’t for this car.

“I’m trying- Uhhh! Umph! Oooooo, Fffuckkkk! Baybeeee-”

His fingers were rapid, fervent, brutal, thick, merciless.

“YEAH.” He practically roared, “Make a big fucking mess in my seat.” His voice was so damn deep and harsh-sounding. You loved that shit a lot. The complete opposite of hearing him talk in the office during meetings and over the phone. Boy, were you lucky.

His fingers made their way into his mouth again. Erik sucked on each one like they were covered in honey. He started from his pinky all the way to his thumb. That’s how wet you are. You had his entire hand covered in your mess. 

“Baby Girl,” Erik reaches across as he approached a red light to grab the back of your neck, “Suck this Daddy dick.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt before crouching down lower in your seat to lean over his lap. As soon as your face hovered over his lap, Erik smoothed your braids from your cheek and palmed the back of your head to bring your lips closer to his dick. You wrap your stretched lips around him and held on tight as the car rocked and swerved. Erik drove one-handed while his other hand bobbed your head up and down his dick. 

“Suck it like that,” Erik’s hips would lift from the seat a little to pump into your mouth while his hand pets the back of your head, “Good girls like you get a dick in the mouth. You see this dick?” Erik pulled your mouth off of him by gripping your braids, “It’s your Daddy dick, right?”

“Y-yes,” You were horny, pussy soaked, reaching out to stroke him. 

“Give it a nice squeeze,” His black eyes bore into yours before they closed slowly from your little hand wrapped around him tightly, “You know the type of squeeze I’m talking about too,” He smiles.

“Mmm, yes, Daddy-”

“That squeeze that makes my dick jump-”

“Daddy, I want more-”

“This your dick you better suck this motherfucker like it's yours. Prove it,” Erik spoke roughly. 

You practically felt the way Erik’s body shivered when your lips wrapped around him again. 

“Hmph,” He would make that noise over and over while breathing deeply through his wide nostrils, “Hmph, mhm,” His dick throbbed in your mouth with each suck. Putting on his turn signal, Erik drove into his penthouse garage. His head would slightly lull back and his mouth would open and close while your lips slurped him up. Now you had his eyelids fluttering as he tried to park his car. As soon as he got his car in his spot it was game over. Erik unfastened his seat belt and fully focused his attention on you now that both of you were safely off the road.

Erik dragged his tongue across his bottom lip, “Oh, my God, girl,” He hisses, “You know Daddy needs his dick sucked.”

“MMM, Daddy-” You speak with a mouth full of rock hard pipe. 

“You ain’t going nowhere.” His voice was so gravely and dangerous. It made you shiver.

“Ima’ fuck this pussy up when we get in that house.” 

“Daddy, yes-” You look up at him with soft eyes while your hand jerked his spit covered dick. 

“You wanna suck on me like this, just you wait.” 

“Umph, Daddy-” You talk and moan with a mouth full of dick again. Gotta work that dick until you get every last drop. 

“You’re such a good fucking girl, dassit’, DASSIT’, uh-huh, UGHHH, That’s how you make Daddy nut, baby, I need a nasty bitch to please my dick s-so good-”

That dick came hard and strong in your mouth. All that nut shooting down your throat. You are that nasty bitch. He looked so sexy when he came. Even sexier than he already was. Erik grabs the base of his dick to slap your lips with it. Your hand slithered between your legs to rub your clit. Pussy still soaking wet and ready to be entered. With heavy panting and sighing you climb onto Erik's lap, get into a squat, and grab his dick. His eyes burned into your face when you took it upon yourself to wedge his expansive pipe into your pussy. He was staring daggers at you. That king-sized dick balls deep in your pussy while your graceful body arched and stretched to fuck him. You didn’t move your hips yet. Your brain was still trying to catch up. Erik didn’t move either. He was too busy glaring at you with his sweaty face. You knew that he wanted you in his penthouse but fuck it, that pussy was aching. 

“Did you really just sit that pussy on my dick?” 

“Umph,” You moan weakly. 

“Y/N,” Erik closes his eyes before staring at you again with dilated pupils, “Did-you-just-sit-that-pussy-on-my-dick?!” 

“Yes,” You cry and whimper.

“Baby,” Erik harshly slaps your ass with an angry mug on his handsome face, “Why,” He does it again, “Would you do that?” He whacked that ass extra hard like he was using a belt, “HUH?!”

“Daddy! Please fuck me! Please!”

“Why the FUCK did you do that?” Now he was striking your ass without stopping. You cave each time he strikes your ass. Swollen and sore, you can’t take it anymore. 

“Answer me,” He growls roughly. 

“Because I want some dick,” You reach behind you to push his hands away but Erik had something for that. He popped that ass again causing your head to fall against his shoulder. 

“Dick hungry, bitch,” He spoke with spite, “Ride this Daddy dick.”

Y/N was so astounded by Erik’s cutthroat and abrupt tone. He was like a two-faced coin. On one side of the coin he was charming and sweet, a man who strives to improve the health of living organisms, and on the other side of the coin, he was dominant with a filthy mouth, some good dick, and strong sex appeal. 

“I don’t feel that pussy gripping my dick you better start bouncing before I pop these big ol’ cheeks on you again...yeah...dassit’...I need this long motherfucker rode just like this, I bet that ass looks so good bouncing off this dick.”

“Daddy, I’m so happy,” You didn’t stop. You kept going. Getting all of Erik’s dick. He was giving you the attention that you needed. 

“You needed some dick deep in your pussy, I believe it, baby.” Erik dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, “I’m in your shit now, fuck that.”

You wanted to show Erik that you are definitely a keeper. You could hear your pussy as you fucked him and you were so wet that his dick easily slid in and out of your tightness. 

“Damn, baby. You’re a motherfucking beast.” Erik praised you.

“Uhhh! Mmmm, baby-”

“What do you want, girl? Making all that fucking noise,” Erik taps your ass, “Talk to me.”

“Daddy, I want it-”

“What the fuck is IT I don’t know what that is, ma.” His hips started pumping up into yours, “Answer me, Y/N. This good grip on my dick, you better use some words that make sense. you asked for it, ma.”

“I wanna cum,” You grab the back of his neck as your eyes roll into your head, “Oh, my God, Daddy-”

“Spread them legs and hold that position, that’s right, pussy look good as fuck taking all this dick. Pussy pumping my dick like you tryna milk me, girl...this how you give a nigga some pussy.”

“Umph! Ahhhh, Baybeee-”

“Cream on it,” Erik commands.

“Daddy-”

“Want me to fuck this pussy for you?” Erik grabs your hips and pushes his dick up into you, “Want Daddy to keep going until you cum? That shit is wet as fuck, ma.”

“Daddy make my pussy feel good,” You open your mouth but no words come out. Erik’s dick was digging deep in your pussy. He stroked with a rhythm of his hips that made you flutter around him. Your cream coated him and the feeling of you gripping him made Erik hold you up with both his hands, slouch in his seat and thrust his hips urgently until you were squirting all over him. 

“Shit, Baby!!!” You speak through clenched teeth while Erik’s hands jiggle your cheeks as you cum on him, “Uhhh! Uhhhhh! uhhhhhh!!!” your strangled moans pierced his ears. You reach your hand out to brace the driver’s side window as your body trembles. 

______

Erik’s penthouse has a stunning view of the sprawling city. He was on the 30th floor. That elevator ride was torture. Erik didn’t touch you once while both of you rode the elevator. Your legs quivered and you tried to calm your shaky breaths but his intoxicating smell and the way his sharp onyx eyes would stare across at you made you want to beg for attention. You knew he was doing this on purpose because you hopped up on his dick and practically hit a split. He was such a tease. As good as Erik looked he expected you to wait for the dick? Even when it was out and solid in your face? As soon as you both exit the elevator your arms reach out for him to grab you up and kiss you. Erik caved when he saw you pouting so he sucked on your bottom lip before taking full advantage of your entire mouth with his thick wiggling tongue. His hands squeezed and mashed your breasts together while his thumbs softly plucked your nipples through your tracksuit hoodie. 

“Nipples so hard, daaammnn” He wrapped his lips around yours again.

They were painfully hard. Before Erik could even open his door he unzipped your tracksuit jacket, pulled the left cup of your bra down, and released your whole breast. His lips slurped on your nipple. You reach your hand around to cradle the back of his neck while you arch into his mouth. Running your fingers through Erik’s dreads caused him to groan softly and wrinkle the fabric of your tracksuit jacket with his clenched fists. You enjoyed watching his plump lips draw your nipple into his mouth. Erik has his eyes closed and one of his hands coming up to pull down the other cup to your bra so he could taste that nipple too. 

“I just know this shit feels good as fuck the way you grabbing for my dick,” He flicked your nipple with his tongue, “Uh-huh, I’m still nice and heavy for you, Baby Girl, see these nuts,” Erik dragged your hand down to make you wrap your fingers around his balls, “Not only does my shit get rock hard, imma shoot like a fucking rocket launcher in that pussy with all this cum in my balls fucking around with you.” 

“Umph, Daddy fill this pussy up-”

“Oh, I’m hitting that pussy without question, ain’t no pulling out either.”

“Fuck yeah, Daddy-”

“Hitting pussy deep does things to me,” Erik chuckles, “See, I needed you from the start. I needed a little baby that’s with all the smoke. I don’t fuck around, Y/N.”

“Please me, Daddy,” You whisper, “fill my pussy up.”

“I’m not stopping when I’m in these guts. Bust it wide open like you never felt before.”

You shudder. Erik finally takes his keys from his pants to open the doors. Once fully opened, luxury awaited you ahead. Breathtaking and definitely out of your price range. You imagined Erik fucking you against one of his ceiling to floor windows with the risk of being seen. As you looked around his living room, Erik came up behind you to take off your tracksuit jacket and bra. 

“You want something to drink? He asked softly while sprinkling kisses along your shoulder. 

“No,” You tell him with a shake of your head. You were too busy whimpering from his mouth sucking on your skin while his hands came up and around to squeeze your breasts and play with your nipples. 

“Something to eat?” His tongue trailed up the side of your neck before sucking on your earlobe.

“Some dick?” You whisper. 

“The only food you getting outta this dick is all this nut in your belly when I bust all up in you.”

You were convinced enough and determined to come out of the rest of your clothes. That one dick down in the car was just a little taste of what Erik could do. You needed Erik to consume you. Invade your pussy with a force so you can feel everything. Imprison your body so you can obey his every command. You’d be submissive for Erik with the K. Velour pants and panties down and around your ankles, Erik is on his knees behind you kissing and tonguing your ass. Loose-jointed, you bend forward and grab your ankles to give him better access to your wet pussy from the back. Erik was having a moment with your pussy when he stared at it from that position. Phat lips puckered and ready to be nibbled and sucked on. Clit erect and dripping with your juices. He began eating it like it’s the most important meal of the day. He enjoyed making your pussy drip in his mouth each time he ate it up. Erik stands up with a deep sigh and a face covered in your wetness with his finger in your pussy now, twirling it around and sinking it in. His other hand would slap your ass with little force just to watch it bounce. You twerk your cheeks to give him something else to focus on and that’s when you hear him grunt and mumble your name. He was loving your thick ass. 

“Thick. Phat. Pussy,” Erik slips his finger out to suck on, “Tryna get fucked like this?”

“Yesss, mmm-”

“Shit, I’m fucking and sucking this pussy like this. The best position to suck pussy, ask for this dick like a good bitch.”

“Ummph, Daddy, Please-” The moaning and whimpering you were doing were driving him crazy.

“I’m tryna’ pound some pussy tonight so I’m gon’ need you to tell me what you want.” He spoke with a harsh tone.

“Fill me up, Daddy-”

“Forever telling Daddy to fill it up,” Erik whacked your ass making it sting, “Talk to Daddy. I’m tryna dig it out real proper. C’ mon, ma, I’m listening to that body and she tells me what she needs but I need you to open that mouth and beg me if you want it deep in that pussy.”

“Oh, Daddy. Fuck my tight pussy baby. Cum in me Daddy. I wanna feel your cum leak from my pussy.”

“Yeah, that’s how you beg for this Daddy dick. Get on the couch and point that ass in the air.”

You walk over to the couch and arched over it with your face smashed into the couch cushions. Erik came up behind you to position you better before undressing himself. Turning your head, you could see Erik’s reflection in the glass of one of his ceiling to floor windows. That dynamic body and whopping pipe all yours to play with. Erik’s large masculine hands smoothed over your ass and up your spine.

“Girl, this beautiful ass. You love being on your stomach don’t you?”

“Ahhh, yes-” 

“That’s right,” Erik smacked your pussy with the weight of his dick, “lay on your stomach and give me that fucking pussy.”

“Right there Daddy,” You hold your pussy lips open while rubbing your engorged clit, “Fuck me, baby, Ahhh!”

Erik’s dick spread you open and almost made you explode right then and there. He was already ruining your ass and this was just the second fuck. 

“Right there, Daddy! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-” Erik had you making all types of noises. 

“That motherfucking ARCH,” Erik started grinding in your pussy and you could feel it in your soul. Erik held fast to the back of the couch above your head and plunged his stiff, throbbing, anxiously awaiting dick inside you. You were afraid to move; the sensation was so euphoric you were sure if he moved even an inch, it would be over long before it started. That didn’t even include the tolerance of pain you endured from the intense pounding. This nut-busting position had you spasming and gyrating rhythmically, grinding Erik deeper inside your pussy. Even laying there under Erik with your ass arched over the couch and his dick blowing your back out you couldn’t control the urge to feel his dick up to the hilt of your pussy. You look back at him through your braids, gazing into his dark and sexy eyes and increased the speed at which you circled his dick with your pussy. 

“Keep that arch,” Erik pressed down in the middle of your back, “I don’t care how hard I’m hitting this pussy keep that fucking back arched.”

“Daddy, FUCK-” This position turned Erik into a monster. 

“You got Daddy’s big dick all in you, girl. Got my balls slapping this juicy pussy.”

“Oh, Erik, baby, fuck me hard, baby,” You sobbed while Erik’s powerfully built hips smashed and banged into your ass causing it to rebound. “Fuck me, FUCK MEEEEE.” You beg through clenched teeth. Erik’s grimace revealed that he felt good to the core. He reached under you to rub your clit.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” You cried, backing your twat into his meat while looking back at him through the curtain of braids in your hair. Your elbows gave out and now you were going down further into the couch on your chest with an even deeper arch in your back. Erik was killing you. You knew you fucked up changing positions when you could feel that thing in your heart. 

“I’m beating this phat pussy! Love me a phat puss...can’t have it no other way,” Two aggressive blows to your ass had you moaning like a bitch in heat being split in half. 

“Make you cum on this dick since you had me waiting on this wet pussy for a year.” With spite, Erik beat that ass real good before grabbing hold of your hips to drag that cum out of you. The anger in his gravelly voice was your downfall. Your thighs shook and Erik’s hands went up squeeze your ass cheeks as you squirt all over his fancy couch. Your pussy twitched when his dick slipped out. You needed a moment. That body still arched. 

                                                                                                                    “Umphhh, Daddy, oh my God,” Erik was eating your pussy from the back while stroking his dick. You look at him with a struggle even when his eyes were intent on yours. Staring at you while slurping you’re pussy up with his hand wrapped around that thick dick. 

“Here, Daddy,” You rub your hand along your spread open pussy, “I wanna watch you eat my pussy, Baby.” 

“I will suck and lick the fuck outta’ that pussy you ain’t even gotta ask, ma,” Erik flipped your body over and pulled your legs over his shoulders. His mouth kissed your clit making it good and wet. Your pussy was like a leaky faucet every time he put his lips, tongue, and fingers in your pussy. Erik could put you to sleep with the way his mouth clung to your pussy. He was teasing the hell out of your knob and making it jump against his tongue. 

“Yes, Daddy! You’re a good Daddy, Eat me, eat me!”

“I gotchu, let me know if it’s too much,” His thick raspy voice teased you before his tongue pointed and hooked right under the hood of your clit to flick it. Rock-a-bye baby for sure because your eyes closed and your mouth dropped open and damn near dangled each time he licked with that violent tongue and slurped up your clit. 

Coming up for air, Erik thumbed your clit, “I’m doing this on the regular, I need it in my face. Nothing like playing with a phat puss-”

“Oooooo, oh, yeah, baby-”

“Who do you belong to?” Erik struck your inner thigh, “Answer me...who do you belong to, Y/N?”

“Mmmm, you, Daddy-” You gasp when your fresh juices coat Erik’s tongue as he sucked your bulging clit. He was going to make you squirt immediately. You really wanted to apologize at first for ruining his couch like this but it was his own damn fault. 

“Oh, This is what I’m talking about,” He growled. Erik picked you up from the couch and laid you flat on his Icelandia White Hand-Knotted Rug. The crisp white contrasted beautifully with your bronze skin. 

“I wanna pin your legs down and make you take all this long dick, no pulling out.” 

You nibble your bottom lip while watching Erik position his athletic and robust body between your shaky thighs. The muscles in his body flexed as he brought your nimble legs up and back so your knees touched the carpet. He locked your ankles in his hands before his dick pressed inside to fuck you long, with hard strokes. You could hear your pussy lips spread each time he went in and out. His lips claimed yours again so he could feel the vibration of your moans in his mouth. He was up on his fists while his hips swiveled and stroked inside of you. Erik caused you to look around the room like you were on a different planet because you weren’t sure at that point if it’s your pussy he fucking so good.

Erik grabs your jaw to make you look at him, “I want you to feel every inch of this curve filling up ya’ walls while I deep stroke ya’ guts.” Your eyes were closing on him each time he twisted his dick deeper in your hole.

“Imma have you cumming over and over and over again on my dick,” Erik looked down to watch your pussy throb around him, “Girl, you clenching it so hard, I’m pulling ya lips while I fuck it up.”

“Umph,” Your eyes roll back as tears stream down your face. He held his dick deep on purpose. He wanted you to feel every inch of him to remind you that this is what you’ll be getting any time. 

Erik shook his head. He watched your sexy ass for a whole year and knew you were going to be a good fuck. 

“You can’t even form words cus’ it feels so damn good,” Erik gently kissed your throat, “You can’t even look me in my eyes cus’ every time you try,” Erik pulled all the way out to his fat tip then slammed right back in, “I start hitting-that-spot-HARD,” Erik stuck his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues swirled but the second he hit your G-spot you let out a sharp moan and push at his chest. Erik’s forehead crashed against yours. You reach up weakly to grab his face with both of your hands. Sweat clung to every crevice of your bodies. 

Onyx met Chestnut.

You felt his body overheat and spasm. His large arms cradle you as his hips weakly pumped onto yours. Erik’s dreads tickled your cheek and the air from his nose made the hair along your neck stand up. He still delivered strong strokes even at a slow pace. Daddy better nut in your pussy if he keeps fucking you like this. The shit was so good both of your mouths stayed open. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world. 

“That’s that, Daddy, you hitting that spot, stroke it-”

“MMMM DAYUMMMMM,” Erik uttered in a low gruff tone. He sat up onto his hands to stare you in the eyes while his dick encircled your tight puss before pulsating and rippling inside of you, releasing his thick cum deep inside of you. So deep with the way his jacked hips flexed. You let out another sharp moan with a stupefied expression on your face. Erik looked you up and down with a crease of his brow before slipping his length out slowly. You moan weakly with a pout of your lips. You fucked up as soon as your eyes drop down to stare at Erik’s thick veiny erection dripping with his cum and yours. 

He gave you that look that said he would give you all of the pleasure you desire and deserve when you’re with him.

____________________

7:15 AM

Your eyes try and focus around you but the wide ceiling to floor mirrors allowing the morning sun to enter blinded you. You pull the covers over your head, seeing nothing but white around you like you escaped to heaven under those warm sheets. Your naked body curled up and your eyes fight to stay open but the thread count in these sheets cuddled you perfectly. Just when you wanted sleep to overcome you again, Someone settled in the bed next to you, pulling the covers back from your eyes. You whimper, covering your face before peeking between your fingers to look up into a sexy face with a dazzling smile and tousled dreads.

“Morning, Big Head,” Erik laughed and you couldn’t help but smile even though you hated when he talked about your head shape. 

Rubbing your heavy eyes, you blink up at him, “Shut up, Stevens.”

“You don’t wanna hear my voice now,” Erik sneaks his hand under the covers to tickle your foot, “HUH?!”

“No! No! I do! Stop itttt,” You jerk your foot away and sit up to hide them. He bit down on his bottom lip with a smile showing his deep dimples. Erik was shirtless, herculean body looking mouth-watering on that Tuesday morning. You nibble on your lip as your eyes drag over his frame. If only you didn’t have to go to work. Luckily, Erik lived closer to the company. If he keeps looking at you the way he currently was with those intense eyes you just might call out. 

“Mm,” Erik reaches out to grab your chin before giving you a passionate good morning kiss with his tongue down your throat. Erik pulled your naked body up and into his lap. The feeling of his warm skin against yours in the morning was exactly what you wanted to look forward to with him.

“I don’t wanna go to work now,” You kiss his neck, “I wanna stay with you, in this bed, all morning.”

“That sounds,” He lets out a deep sigh as your tongue trailed down his Adam's apple, “So damn good, but I gotta meet with Bio-Med Tech this afternoon-FUCK, Y/N,” Erik grabs your braids to stop you, “Calm down, kitty kat.”

“Daddy,” You take your teeth to pull on his bottom lip, “Please…”

“Oh, my God,” He chuckles before grabbing your neck lightly, “Stop it, girl. I got you after work, okay? I promise,” He pecked your lips softly, “I got you....”

You roll your eyes but the kisses he gave to your forehead caused you to blush. How could you be mad at him?

“I got breakfast for you in the kitchen, and some hibiscus tea.” 

“You remembered that’s my favorite tea!” 

“I pay attention,” Erik kissed your hair, “Get cleaned up, baby. I’ll see you in the kitchen.”

It was torture watching him leave that room in just his briefs. Groaning, you get up from the comfy bed and head to the bathroom to shower.  After your long steaming shower that helped with your tense muscles, you rub down with some of Erik’s shea butter whip before walking butt naked back to his room. You grab your faux fur tote from Erik’s closet to pull out today’s attire. Light grey turtleneck dress that was form-fitting with a pair of Fendi boots in black satin. You apply oil to your scalp and spray down with Chanel No.5. Diamond studs, Fendi clutch in hand, You walk out of Erik’s room and towards the kitchen. Holding a mug of coffee in his hand taking careful sips while staring at his phone gave you a chance to admire him. Light brown tailored suit with Salvatore Ferragamo eyeglasses in rose gold over his eyes, dreads combed to the side, onyx earrings in his ears that matched the color of his eyes. Your legs felt like jello.

“Is that bagel for me?” You spoke sweetly while pointing to a half bit bagel on a napkin.

“Nah,” Erik points to your plate filled with scrambled eggs, turkey sausage, and a large buttery croissant, “That’s you.”

You really just wanted to eat him.

“Last night was…” You place some of your braids behind your ear while gripping the edge of the kitchen island. 

Erik looked you up and down, bringing that coffee mug closer to his lips, “Was?”

“You raise both of your brows, “Um, I think you know what I’m trying to say,” you tease.

“Nah, talk to me.” He picks up his bagel to take a large bite. Erik’s tongue swipes the corner of his mouth to catch the crumbs.

“You fucked me so well-”

“I told you, didn’t I?” He swallowed his food, “Didn’t I tell you that I was gonna take care of that thing and fix that stiff back?” He raises a brow while waiting for your response. 

“See,” You walk over towards him, “You can’t talk to me like that and think I won’t drop to my knees right now and suck your dick.”

Erik smiles at you while darkness clouded his eyes. He chuckled before taking his finger to scrape some cream cheese from his bagel. Erik brings his finger to your mouth, dragging it along your lower lip, “Suck on Daddy Dick?”

“Yessss,” You moan, “Pleaseeee.”

“Ma,” Erik slips his finger in your mouth and watches you suck on it, “You can suck on this long dick later, aight?”

Your pussy was twitching. Clit jumping in your panties. 

He was playing with you.

Working you up to a horny mess.

“You coppin’ an attitude?” Erik’s eyes squinted down at you.

“No,” You don’t quite meet his eyes.

“Keep it that way unless you want me to fix you.”

Your jaw went tight.

“Now go eat,” Erik finished off his bagel before palming your ass hard, walking away. 

______________

“Good morning,” Regina gave you a tired smile. She went back to focusing on her phone. Everyone was rather sluggish today except for you of course. Erik gave you a lot of energy. A body fueled and ready for round two, three, four, and five.

“No rest?” You ask with a chipper tone.

“Not much, my show came on last night,” Regina glanced up at you, “What is in your morning tea? You’re acting really jolly.”

“Just hibiscus and honey,” You grin, “Tasty.”

“Um, Y/N? Is there something that you aren’t telling me? Something juicy and exciting to help me get through this morning?”

“You cross your leg over the other while typing in your login information to your desktop, “Just know that I slept good knowing that I’m taken care of.”

“Y/N,” Regina’s eyes grew wide before she gasped, “No you didn’t-”

“Sis, I did that,” You giggle softly at Regina’s reaction. This girl was ready to jump out of her seat and do her famous two-step with her tongue poked out. You clutch your forehead and quietly laugh to yourself. 

“BITCH,” Regina spoke quietly, “Tell me everything.”

“Later,” You kiss your teeth when Regina pouted, “Too many virgin ears around.”

“Girl, please,” Regina rolls her eyes, “Calvin was just talking about how he got fucked in the butt over the weekend.”

You grimace.

Erik rode the elevator with you but didn’t get off on the fifth floor. Instead, he got off on the 3rd floor; Bio-Tech Department. That’s where Erik worked before he decided to move to the fifth floor to work as an Environmental Engineer. He said the people he worked with were envious of his achievements and it slowly became a competition every time he came to work. Erik was responsible for the design and equipment of devices such as artificial internal organs and machines for diagnosing medical problems. He even won a few NAACP awards for his medical research and technological skills. Work bae wouldn’t be in his office for another few hours at least. Now, you really had to suck it up and work even though Regina did make the experience fun. 

Slowly but surely, 11:07 AM rolled around and you just got finished filing in the database. It took forever only because you allowed it to pile up. Cracking your knuckles, you grab your water bottle, taking a long sip because your throat was dry. Regina was too busy singing to herself and typing away in her email.

“How many times are you going to stare at his office?” Regina didn’t even have to look at you to know that that’s exactly what you’re currently doing.

Not too long it seems.

“Erik, Good morning, friend,” Regina’s eyes danced with humor, “Did BioTech piss you off?”

“They want me back on that floor, not gonna happen,” Erik’s eyes landed on you before scanning your body, “What’s up? Nice dress,” He licked his lips.

“T-thanks,” You take in a deep breath while giving him a small smile. The little stare down between you both felt like it lasted for hours but it was only five seconds. 

“Time to work, lunch later, Y/N?”

“Definitely,” You blush.

“Cool,” Erik places his hand on your shoulder before squeezing it. You fight the urge to bring your hand up to caress his. His hand slowly leaves your shoulder before his fingertips discreetly tickle your neck. You shivered. 

“I see you took my advice,” Regine smiled wickedly.

12:20 PM.

Absolutely bored and tired of getting up to grab water, you pull out a book to read, You Can’t Touch My Hair by Phoebe Robinson. You pick up a pineapple from your container of fruit that you purchased from the food court, bringing it to your mouth. In the middle of chewing, an IM comes through on your desktop computer. 

Erik.

-Looking real yummy today. 

-Thank you, Daddy.

-What do you want for lunch?

-Bend me up like a pretzel and fuck me good.

-Now you got me wanting to check in with that pussy to see if she straight. 

-How is that phat wet puss doing?

You glance right and then left before placing your book face down and leaning your chair in closer to your desk. You open your legs, ankles wobbling with need, taking your hand to rub the crotch of your panties. Definitely drenched. 

-Super wet, Daddy. 

-Then I gotta get in them guts. Put that puss to good use. You feel me?

-Please me pleaseeee babyyyyy.

You shake with need in your seat. That underwear was wedged tightly around your ass while the crotch of your panties molded around your wet pussy practically wrinkling the thin fabric. 

-Last night I was looking down like, damn...she don’t know where she at right now. Dick had you dazed.

That’s how good he was fucking you.

-Because you were in there so deep. I couldn't believe it.

-You woke me all the way up this morning.

You could feel your phone vibrate against the desk. Picking it up, you see a message from Erik. An image attachment. Swallowing spit, you open your phone, pulling up your text messages and gasped lightly to the sight of Erik’s dick curved in his light brown slacks. 

Ping Ping

-Just wanna make my baby girl pussy feel good.

You look towards the ceiling. That wasn’t the best because if you looked at him you would risk it all. Your job. His job. All of it. 

-I need that mouth again. You got some serious talent.

-Daddy, stop it!

You really wanted to get up, walk to that bathroom, pull your dress up, arch over the sink, pull the crotch of your soiled panties to the side, finger-fuck that wet pussy, and take a picture of your sloppy mess. 

-Then you can let Daddy devour that sweet little pussy.

-Imma lick that shit up.

-Wow, girl.

You had enough. Ignoring Erik’s scorching messages you lift from your seat to go to the bathroom. Fuck that, you needed to play all in your pussy. Lock that bathroom stall and go to town on that juice box. Mistakenly, you lock eyes with Erik. He sat back in his chair, swiveling from side to side with a vacant expression on his face. But those eyes...those eyes said it all.

He was suffering as well.

Ping Ping.

Your phone wasn’t safe from him either.

Erik- Where are you going, girl? 

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[palettes-and-prompts]

Character Palette/Personality Palette

If I have seen the movie/show/or whatever this character is in I will let you know! But if I haven't I'm just gonna give my best guess to their personality or what I think they like and everything. I will make them two palettes, one based on their appearance and one based on what I think their personality is. If you'd rather not see this just block the tag "character palette and personality guess" I figure no one's tagging anything like that so it should be easy to filter out. If you genuinely like this character and I lowkey diss them I'm sorry, I'm not going to apologize though, you're going to have to live with it. If you wanna send me a character for a palette and my guess at their personality/interests just drop it on anon and I'll see what I can do.

Alright so this is Kotetsu T. Kaburagi from the anime/manga Tiger and Bunny. I've heard of it, never watched it or read it though. But this character must be someone to thirst after because the anon spelled his name in all caps and gave the middle initial.

I'm gonna take a wild guess and say this guy's Tiger because they gave him muscles and his middle initial starts with T, like a tiger. And with what I know about anime I'm fucking sure that the creators made sure his name has to do with tigers in some way shape or form. This guy's got a cockiness to him. I'm not sure I like it either. God, look at that disgusting beard. Why does it look like that? What's the point? Just shave it or grow a bigger, less weird beard. Ugh, you know what that beard says? It's says "I don't know how to commit to someone and that's why I only have exes and people I casusally sleep with." I don't like it. It's like Tony Stark if Tony Stark was a fuckin' furry. I don't hate Tony Stark but I don't like this guy. Look at that, a little vest over that green button up? Dude, just throw on a t-shirt and go. Why are you like this? Ew, wait, what the fuck? Is that little green cat his fursona? Is that little hat a hat he wears in the anime? Oh my god, if this motherfucker wears a hat I swear. Ew, he does. I found another picture and disgusted myself even further by finding out those white buttons on his shirt aren't on his shirt, they're on his tie. I have literally never been so disgusted by an outfit in my entire life. I hate him. He looks like he tries to hustle kids out of their pocket change. You'd catch this guy gambling at a table with some girl on his lap, sweet talking her about how he's gonna take her on vacation when he rolls again. And then she blows on the dice all sexy and he rolls and loses every fucking dime and she ditches him because he doesn't have money. And then like, his old buddy walks in and says "You know, if you want money all you gotta do is take your old job back." and he's like "You know me, man, I'm retired." And they're like "Oh yeah, what if I told you that person doing it was Person B(his mortal enemy) and then he's like "Find someone else." And he goes away for like ten minutes and something dramatic happens that he can't forgive and the end of the episode is him calling his old pal being like "Hey, it's me, change of plans. I'm in." And then it cuts to the end theme which does not slap. I wouldn't trust this guy with money, would want him to save my life if I couldn't save it myself. But if I could I'd prefer to do it on my own. I don't particularly like this guy's vibe, it's not gross but it's not appealing. I probably wouldn't trust him in general though, I don't trust furries. If this guy had a theme song it would probably be Sleazy by Ke$ha.

Anyway here's his palette based on his character design.

And here is his palette based on what I think his personality is.

Blue is for the good he does and the green is because he seems kinda slimy. 

[rendreamafterdark]

4:20pm (m)

— lee jeno

** mature content; piss kink, unprotected sex, shower sex, oral female receiving, oral male receiving, mention of drugs, swearing, crazy stuff. **

Word Count: 3k

- Genre: Smut, Humor, CRACK, Fluff, (if you squint) Stoner!jeno AU

- Teaser: You borrow weed from the hottest stoner at university, but you don’t have the proper funds to pay him back.

you gently tug at the roots of your hair as you stare at the notes in front of you. with it being december, finals week was just around the corner. you were stressed as fuck about it, to say the least. stress was consuming you whole and you needed some sort of reliever. you hadn’t smoked weed since high school, but boy did some of the devil’s lettuce sound good right now.

“dammit,” you muttered to yourself, “everyone keeps telling me not to talk to him. i might just have to now.”

the only problem with getting the weed was who you were getting it from.

lee jeno. the one everyone warns you about. apparently he started smoking weed since he was in the womb. he smokes so much, everyone’s surprised he made it this long.

“fuck it,” you muttered, grabbing your coat and heading out the door. despite all the bad rumours, he sold that gud shit; you needed to meet him.

you took a deep breath as you approached the skate park. you could see jeno fail at landing a simple ollie from a mile away, strangely, his friends cheering like he really did sumn.

“woah, that shit was dope, my guy,” na jaemin said, clapping jeno on the back. jeno smiled, lazily, bro hugging the shorter boy.

“aight kids. weed is on me tonight, since y’all liked it so much. gotta show my homies some love, no homo tho,” jeno said, rubbing his bloodshot eyes. jaemin smirked, looking back at donghyuck and renjun with knowing eyes. being ‘friends’ with the best drug dealer on campus had its rewards.

even though, jeno was said to be somewhat of a ‘college bad boy’, after observing a couple minutes of him with his ‘friends’, you could tell he was a fucking loser. maybe, getting weed wouldn’t be as terrifying as you had imagined.

“hey, jeno,” jaemin whispers, tapping jeno on the shoulder, “looks like we have some company.” jeno’s crescent like eyes turned cold as he surveyed the area before landing on you.

“the fuck do you want, bitch?” jeno’s eyes glared at you, intensely, making your knees tremble. he may have been a complete wet wipe, but man was he intimidating. you swallow your nerves and continue strutting towards the loser, feigning confidence.

“the name’s y/n, and a little birdie told me that you had the gud kush, brutha.” he narrowed his eyes at you.

“well they weren’t wrong, but what’s it to you?” jeno asks, his eyes scanning you from head to toe.

“well, i was wondering if you could spare some of dat nug…” jeno immediately turned his back to you, shaking his head in utter disbelief. you were trying to seem cool but he obviously wasn’t buying it.

“no, no fucking way. nuh uh,” you groaned with despair. you needed that shit more than anything right now.

“c’mon, jeno. why not?” you whined, grabbing onto his arm. “pretty, please! i’ll do anything.”

“you got any money? my shit premium. it ain’t cheap,” he responds, finally turning back to look at you.

“well not at the moment. we’re college students. i can barely afford to eat,” you grimaced, “i can pay you back soon though, i promise,” you plead, staring straight into his eyes with a convincing look.

“how do i know you can actually handle this kush? i can’t just give it out to anyone,” he whispers in your ear, almost sinister. you gulp, nerves taking over once again.

“i can prove it,” you whisper back, surprising not only yourself, but also jeno.

“aight, lemme light this sassafras up, shawty,” he spoke, grabbing a blunt and lighter out of his saggy ass obsidian cargo pants. you cup your hands over the flame as he lights the blunt, blocking it from the wind. you were expecting him to pass the blunt to you, but he surprised you by taking a drag from it for himself. he motioned you to come closer with his hand, and you strangely complied.

you leaned in towards his face and placed your lips on his, parting them to let the smoke enter your lungs. your cheeks heated slightly. you had never shotgunned with anyone else before.

if his breath didn’t taste like stale weed and slushie mix, you might’ve enjoyed it more.

your close proximity to him allowed you to analyse his face. his cheeks had been hollowed by the effects of college exams. he was good looking, if you were into boys that looked like they were on the cusp of death.

his ‘lips’ parted to say something as he deliberated what to do next. a voice in the back of his mind told him to lean forward and kiss you, but it was probably just the weed kicking in. he shook thought off and reached into one of his many pockets.

“pay me by the end of the week,” he shoved the bad into your hand, grabbed his skateboard and unstably skated off.

“ummm. what the fuck just happened?” you asked yourself, pressing your fingers to your lips that now tasted like marijuana and a 7-Eleven slurpie.

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you exhale and watch as the smoke travels throughout your dorm, your head heavy and your spirit light. it felt like nothing mattered. you didn’t even give a shit about the notes in front of you or the shitty hipster music coming from your radio. you quickly took another drag from your blunt, giggling at the smoke ring that comes from your parted lips.

the only thing that worried you these days was successfully avoiding jeno. you couldn’t afford to pay him back for this weed. the end of the week rolled by quickly, and you still hadn’t received your paycheck for the week. and to top it off, motherfucking spotify premium took money out of your account, causing you to overdraw. that shit is wild.

three harsh knocks on your door rudely interrupted your thought process.

“oh for fucks sake. what now?” you muttered, standing up from your bed. you peered into the peephole, seeing an angry looking jeno on the other side.

“how did this motherfucker figure out my dorm number?” you were a little scared. you thought you’d be able to successfully avoid him until you could get the money together. maybe you could just ignore hi-

“i know you’re fucking in there! where my money at, betch?” he barked dog emoji. you were gonna have to face him at some point. it might as well be when you’re faded as fuck. you sighed before unlocking the deadbolt. you didn’t even have time to twist the doorknob before jeno barged into your dorm.

“um, this is trespassing, broski. i ain’t even open the door yet. that’s my job,” you scoffed as he pushed passed your frame.

“i want my money now, y/n,” he states deadpanned with arms crossed. you wanted to comment on his lack of manners but there seemed to be a more pressing matter on your hands.

“y-you wanted that by the end of this week?” you laughed, trying to find a way out of a very dead end. jeno didn’t seem to find the whole situation amusing. he actually looked like he was about to swallow you whole chomp chomp yum.

“go get my fucking money,” he said, appearing stoic.

“the thing about that…” you looked around the dingy room in search for a way out but your gaze only came back to jeno’s angry eyes.

“you don’t have it?” he chuckled, his change in demeanour was somewhat unsettling, “ion play around so, you’re gonna need to pay up one way or another.” you gulped at his darkened tone.

“but, jeno. i don’t have any money. h-how could i possibly-“ you were cut off by his hand coming up to stroke your cheek.

“shhh, doll. you can repay me with something else…” you had never expected jeno to come out with something so slimy but for some reason you wanted to repay him. maybe it was the weed but his hushed tone was seducing you.

he trailed the hand on your cheek down to your waist and pulled you against his lean frame. biting his lower lip, he ever so slightly grinded up against you, testing the waters. when you didn’t push him away he leaned toward your ear.

“you’ve been such a bad girl, y/n.” he harshly nipped at your ear lobe, a mewl escaping your lips.

“and i’m going to punish you for that,” he let out a sinister chuckle, eyes darkening with lust.

he backed you up against a wall and coaxed you into a lip bruising kiss. you could barely breathe as he hungrily moved his lips against yours. his wet tongue found its way into your mouth, dancing against yours. it’s dominant movements forced you to relinquish all control. you didn’t particularly care at the moment, though.

his arms snaked around your waist, one slipping under the hem of your shirt. he began to palm one of your breasts, earning him a whimper. his actions became rougher as your reactions became more wanton.

he started to kiss down your neck, periodically nipping at the skin. you felt him smirk when you began to clutch at his shoulders, in need of more.

“you want more, baby?” he moved one of his legs between your thighs and began to grind you against it.

“yes, jeno.” you burst out in need of some sort of proper relief but to your surprise he began to tut.

“jeno? you don’t even deserve to say my name. if you wanna repay me properly, you have to call me daddy.” his request threw you off completely. daddy kinks were a thing you guess. jeno evidently was a freak and something about that made your core heat up.

“d-daddy?” your innocent tone and eyes caused jeno to chuckle.

“just like that,” he groaned, relishing in the control he had over you already, “you sound like such a good girl when you call me that, doll.”

he pulled off your shirt and made quick work of your bra. one of his thumbs slid over your hardening nipple.

“take daddy to your bedroom, baby girl.”

“yes, daddy,” continuing to kiss him, you lead him to your tiny bedroom, or so you thought. you stumbled through the door, only to be met with the sight of your bathroom. fuck. your cheeks heated up with embarrassment. sensing your discomfort, jeno chuckled in amusement, grabbing your chin.

“don’t worry, doll,” he mused, toying with the flesh of your bottom lip, “i kind of had to pee anyways.” before you could question him, he grabbed your waist, locking your lips with his. his hands slid down your waist, coming to a stop at the waistband of your shorts.

he thumbed at the silky material before gently tugging the fabric off of your body. you stepped out of the shorts pooling at your ankles as jeno slipped his shirt over his head. he eyed the wet spot on your pastel pink panties. you blushed with embarrassment, clenching your thighs together to hide yourself. jeno smirked, pulling your thighs back apart.

“don’t hide yourself from me, baby girl. i already saw how wet you were for me,” he chuckles, before kneeling down in front of your core. your eyes roll back as he starts sucking on the wet spot through your panties.

“feel good?” he asks, his voice slightly muffled by the fabric of your underwear. you whimper, running your fingers through the soft hair on jeno’s scalp. your knees wobble, and you grip the sink for support.

“that feels so good, daddy,” you answer, causing him to suck harder, “please take them off.”

“it’s funny how you think you get to tell me what to do. get on your knees,” he spoke, darkly. he stood up, you groaning in protest. he gripped your hair, roughly pulling you to the ground.

hastily, he removed his belt and pushed down his trousers. you could see the sizeable bulge his erection created more clearly now. unconsciously, your tongue came out to wet your lips in hunger.

“are you hungies for daddy’s cock?” he mocked, which you too fervently nodded in response to, “use your words, slut,” he barked, grabbing you by the neck.

“p-please, let me suck your dick, daddy!” you choked out, barely able to breathe.

as you caught your breath, he took his boxers off letting his cock spring free, it almost hit you in the fucking face. you gasped at the grand girth that stood proudly before you, twitching ever so often. a plethora of veins lead up from his base to his vermilion tip, which oozed out a sticky, crystalline fluid.

“if you want it that bad then suck, whore,” jeno grunted, slapping your flushed cheek with his magnum dong. he tapped your lips with the head of his dick, signaling you to part them for him. he slid his length into your warm mouth, groaning when it hit the back of your throat. your eyes watered as you gagged around his cock.

“i knew your pretty little mouth could take it, baby.” jeno threw his head back as you hollowed your cheeks around him. “what a good little cock slut.” jeno grabbed the back of your neck, holding your head still as he began to fuck your throat. a multitude of curses fell from his lips at the feeling of your tight throat as he thrust in and out.

jeno’s pace began to speed up as he got closer, deep grunts filled your dingy bathroom. when he looked down, he saw you were an absolute mess. tears streamed down your face as you tried to take his cock without choking. a smirk of accomplishment sat on his face.

“you know i still need to punish you, baby.” he growled out, thrusting into you more harshly. “since, you took me to the bathroom instead of your bedroom, i think i know what a filthy slut like you deserves.”

you didn’t quite catch his drift; all you could think about is the burning feeling in your throat and how sinful jeno looked from the angle you had of him.

“fuck, i’m gonna piss.” you choked causing you to swallow around his dick. the feeling made him hiss. you flung your head back in shock and all of the sudden you felt a warm liquid cascade down your face. an elongated pleasured groan erupted from him. shock inhibited you from moving.

“that’s it, take my piss you worthless whore,” the golden fluid started to drip into your mouth. you never thought you’d be into this type of thing, but it made you clench around nothing.

growing accustomed to the taste you opened your mouth for him. letting out a moan as his hot piss filled your mouth. the sight had him spewing a string of of profanities.

“shit, you’re such a dirty little bitch, aren’t you?” and he kept going. you wondered how long he’d been holding the need to pee because the flaxen shower seemed to go on for forever. he had a big dick so a big bladder made sense too, you thought.

after he was done you swallowed it all, opening your mouth to show him what you’d done. he pulled you up to taste himself.

“mmm, fuck, i taste so good,” he smiled, stroking the wet hair away from your face. for what seemed like an eternity you stood in a puddle of his piss looking into each other’s eyes. jeno all of a sudden felt a bit embarrassed, he had literally just peed all over you. he almost apologized to you, but quickly pushed the thought away. you deserved it.

“you know, we aren’t done yet, doll.” he dove forward, initiating another kiss, this one was more desperate. you felt his still erect cock brush up against you, pulsating in need. without breaking the kiss, he walked you into your shower, until your back hit the cold tiles. a hand made its way down your waist, grasping the elastic band of your panties. jeno slid them off with ease, watching as they pooled at your feet. he slipped one of his thick digits into your hole.

“shit, you're dripping.” he brought his hand up to marvel at the way your essence glistened on his fingers. he sucked them clean whilst gazing with hooded lids directly into your eyes. the sight made your knees go weak.

he trailed his wet finger down your abdomen and stopped when he reached your clit. this time he inserted two of his fingers and started to pump them in and out of you. your moans and mewls fuelled him. he began to curl his fingers, hitting you in a sensitive spot. your knees wobbled and you leaned against the shower wall for support.

“god, i’m gonna fuck the shit out of you,” he rasped before sucking a mark into your neck. He slipped his fingers out of you, before bending you over against the shower wall. You grasped onto the shower head as he shoved his cock into your tight hole. giving you no time to adjust, jeno began viciously pounding into you with no mercy, cries erupting from your throat.

“i love how you fuck me, daddy,” you screeched over the loud slaps of his hips meeting your ass.

“you fucking better, doll. you’re so god damn tight for me,” jeno nearly whimpered as you pulsed around his length. the burning in your pussy was strong, but you loved every bit of it. you couldn’t help but reach in front of you and start rubbing your clit.

“oh fuck, jeno. i’m not gonna last much longer,” you yelped as he hit a spot in you that’s never been reached before.

“me neither, baby. cum on my cock. i’ve got you, doll,” jeno grunted out, the sight of your wet pussy taking his cock making him dizzy. he sped up his thrusts, making you squeak with each one. his pace was almost animalistic as your orgasm washed over your body. you yelped, trembling as your legs gave out from under you. jeno held you up by the waist, his grip definitely tight enough to bruise you.

“can i cum in you baby? are you on the pill?” he asked, his voice the gentlest you’ve ever heard.

“yes, daddy. please cum in me. please fill me up,” you whimpered as he continued to pound your slick walls. you were hit by a feeling of overstimulation. it was so intense, you were seeing stars. suddenly, jeno let out a long deep moan. he sank his cock into you, balls deep, stilling as he painted your core with his seed. you cried out as the warmth of his cum coated your walls, deliciously.

jeno pulled his now soft member out of you, using his two thumbs to spread your lips open to watch his cum seep out. he groaned at the sight.

“ugh that almost makes me wanna fuck you over again. you’re lucky you look so spent, and i feel bad.” you were too tired to reply. jeno grabbed the shower head, rinsing you free of all of the sex grime with warm water. you hissed as his fingers brushed against your sensitive clit while he was cleaning you up. he grabbed two towels from the basket on the sink, wrapping his waist in one, and scooping you up into another. he picked you up with ease, walking in the direction of your bedroom.

“look at you,” he chuckles at your towel wrapped form, “you’re like a little soft burrito.” he laughed as he saw the way your cheeks tinged red. why was he being so nice now? as if he read your mind, he broke eye contact, and turned towards your dresser. he dug through your drawers, pulling out a pair of lilac panties and an old band t-shirt. you slipped the clothing on and he awkwardly patted your head, before walking back to the bathroom. you heard the sound of clothes rustling and water running for about five minutes.

jeno returned fully clothed, with his hands sheepishly folded behind his back.

“i um. i cleaned up the mess,” he said, his voice gentle and smooth.

“thanks, dude,” you whisper, your voice lacking the confidence you desired. he eyed the bruises on your knees and neck, grimacing at the pain he caused you.

“i-i’ll see you around i guess? i probably should get going. how about i buy you coffee next week to repay you for the bruises n’ stuff…” he trailed off awkwardly. he sighed in relief as a smile washed over your face.

“i’d like that,” you giggled before clearing your throat. “i mean um, yeah whatever, shawty. free coffee. amirite ladies?”

jeno bit back a smile, before nodding. you might just be one of his favorite clients.

[chromecutie]

Not A Ghost - part 29

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

Taglist: @emma-frxst  @ra-ra-rasputiin  @holamor ​  @empressme-bitch  @marvel-is-perfection  @hazilyimagine ​ @marvelhead17 @rovvboat @angstybadboytrash ​ @whitewitchdown ​ @master-sass-blast ​ @mori-fandom @mooleche @dandyqueen @emberbent @leo-writer . Wanna be added or removed? Holla at me.

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Rhonda tugged at the ugly yellow jumpsuit. Somehow, the Department of Mutant Control had gotten uglier and more uncomfortable jumpsuits. She growled under her breath, "Upgraded the collars, downgraded the clothes. What else did they cut corners on to cover these?"

Wade chirped, "Good ol' privatized prisons! Gotta love 'em, right Jackboot Thug Number Three?" He nudged the guard who was ushering them to the mess hall.

Jackboot Thug Number Three was not amused and hit Wade with the cattle prod he carried. With a pained yelp, he crumpled to his knees on the metal grate they walked on. Rhonda slowed, but didn't stop for fear she'd get hit next. Hair still cold and wet from when the officers hosed her off, she shivered. Wade groaned his way back to his feet, "He's a little spicier than you, Pikachu." He played it cool, but his coughing was worrisome.

The Icebox itself looked mostly how Rhonda remembered it. Chilly, hard surfaces everywhere so even quiet sounds echoed extensively. The areas that Cable had broken through only a matter of months ago had been repaired, but were done with functionality in mind and not uniformity with the rest of the facility. Rebar, concrete, and steel jutted at rough angles. Guards stood watch near many of the repaired areas, making it difficult for inmates to try to investigate if there were any weaknesses.

Passing by a group of inmates, Rhonda only recognized a few, but those gave her dirtier looks than the ones she didn’t know. A man with red-rimmed eyes bared his teeth - filed to points - and hissed at her. Showing infinitely more confidence than she felt, Rhonda said, “Hello to you too, snaggletooth. Miss me?”

 A buzzing alarm rang, and inmates flowed around Rhonda, Wade, and their officer escort to the mess hall. “Go ahead,” their officer said gruffly. “Don’t start any shit in there or I will let you die.” Jackboot Thug Number Three melted away into the crowd, leaving Wade and Rhonda to exchange a look.

“Okay,” Wade was way too cheerful, “Let’s get our lunch trays and figure out which cool kids we can sit with.” 

“Nobody, Wade,” she answered flatly as they got in line for food. “I can’t sit with anybody here.”

The other inmates gave them a wide berth. Trays clacked and slid along the metal rails, and even though everyone was hungry, no one got too close to Rhonda. Wade muttered out of the side of his mouth, “Jesus, what did you do, huh?”

“Not here,” her voice was so raspy she was barely audible when she spoke quietly.

The food that was scooped and plopped onto their plates was beige and barely warm. The mess hall staff said it was beef and noodles, but whatever was passing for beef was too pale. There was also a small scoop of green beans - somehow worse than the canned kind, a half an orange that was dry like it had been cut days ago, and the Icebox’s trademark little chocolate pudding cup. “Still better than my piece of shit dad used to make,” Wade shrugged. Rhonda sighed, remembering why some days she had simply opted out of eating. Something tugged and twisted in her heart.

Shoulders up and head down, Rhonda held her tray close, such as it was, and scanned for a table they could take. As they walked past each one, inmates would spread their elbows or scoot a few inches so they all took up more room than they needed. Making an executive decision, Rhonda planted herself at the end of a table, and if the inmates there wanted a bubble around her, they would have to make one. As Wade settled in across from her, the wiry men who were there first scooted a few inches to put some distance between them.

With no appetite, Rhonda started to force down the food. The noodles were too soft, the meat too salty, though it was pretty much the only flavor on the whole plate. She tried the green beans and had to keep herself from gagging. Why were they slimy? Taking a deep breath, she was still deciding whether she would bother trying the orange, when heavy footsteps stomped from across the mess hall and stopped a few feet away from her table. 

“New bitches give me their pudding,” a deep voice echoed through the room and somehow managed to sound a little whiny.

“Ooh, here we go!” Wade said gleefully as he bit into the rind of his orange like it was an apple. 

She briefly closed her eyes and shook her head, her heart already surging with adrenaline. “We’re not new,” she replied, just loudly enough to be heard.

“Oh?” the deep voice grew louder and he took a couple steps. “Because I ain’t seen you here. Where the hell you been if you ain’t new?”

Rhonda fought to keep her breathing slow, controlled. “I’m not gonna spend time explaining myself to idiots.” She glanced over her shoulder, just to gauge this petulant aggressor. 

He was meaty, had a bit of a gut. There was a big burn scar on his face, which spread down his neck and trailed under his collar. His breathing was heavy, though he didn't look like he'd recently exerted himself. His face started turning red as he huffed, "Listen, bitch. You're new, and I'm gonna get your pudding."

Looking back to Wade before the man was even done talking, Rhonda rolled her eyes and shook her head. She knew this type all too well. No amount of conflict de-escalation could salvage this conversation. "Play your intimidation show with someone else." She wasn't loud, but her dry throat sounded like she'd just drank cement mix. Her tone was flat, neutral. Unfortunately, belligerent idiots still hear neutral as combative. Especially when other inmates start snickering.

The red-faced brute came hurtling his full force at Rhonda, and at the last second she swung her legs around the end of the bench, spinning to her feet. She grabbed the man by the back of his head and slammed his face into the edge of the metal table--to a sickening, wet crunch of his teeth breaking. Pieces of his teeth flew over the table. He howled in shock and pain, blood pouring from his mouth, lips busted.

Rhonda shoved him away from her, onto the floor. She picked up her little plastic cup of pudding--the only not-terrible thing in the Icebox and the single hottest commodity--and threw the damn thing on the ground with her whole strength, close to the man’s head. The foil seal broke and pudding splattered over the concrete floor. 

The rest of the inmates stopped laughing and fell silent, watching.

Rhonda wanted to roar and shout, but her throat was too sore, voice too hoarse. Instead, she croaked at the man moaning on the ground, “If you want my pudding so bad, you will lick it off the fucking floor.” When he didn’t move, she tangled her fist in his hair and shoved his face in it, snarling, “Go on, lick it! I’ll wait.” 

He made pitiful sounds, and after some hesitation, finally started licking it off the floor. 

“Wade, come piss on this idiot,” she waved him over.

He winced and balked, “Aw, come on, it hurts to pee!”

She answered him with a glare that very clearly said, Motherfucker, do not test me here or I will make an example of you.

He gave a whining groan like a kid being told to take out the trash, and crossed over to piss on the man who attacked Rhonda.

She searched the immediate area and picked up the broken pieces of teeth from the table and floor. Rattling them in her hand, she raised her voice just loud enough for the other inmates (though it hurt to speak), “Next person who touches me eats these teeth.”

When there was no answer, the inmates resumed their meals and Rhonda and Wade returned to their seats. She forced down her food, despite her nausea, and hoped she didn’t regret it later. 

“Soooo,” Wade raised his eyebrows and picked at his food, “Guess I’m never stealing any french fries from your Happy Meal. Food aggressive, much?”

She chewed her next few bites just as little as she could get away with in order to swallow her food, before giving up eating any more. “If we have the slightest chance for survival,” she said, “We’re gonna have to get control over as much of the prison as possible.”

“Sooner’s better than later,” Wade agreed. “We don’t know what kind of timeline we have.”

Scanning the room with the corner of her eye, Rhonda observed, "You see the tall, skinny guy with the blue hair?" When Wade confirmed, she continued, "He's sitting with the Vicious 13. Last time I was here, he was high-ranking with the Red Disciples." She stole a glance around the room. "I don't see who I'd expect for the Disciples, so something happened. We need to find what."

They finished their meals and as they returned their trays, the other inmates gave them sideways glances. It was respectful - sort of - like the way all animals must drink during a drought, and there will be surprising moments of tenuous peace. However, as people clustered to return trays was also a good time for a whole gang to shank one victim and then disperse with no one sure who did the attack. When neither Rhonda nor Wade was stabbed, she was sure the semi-respectful glances were the other inmates sizing her up, calculating who could take her down, when, and how.

“I see it too,” Wade’s voice was low in her ear, “Come on.” He pinched part of her jumpsuit to lead her to a less crowded part of the mess hall, less obvious than taking her by the elbow. They could hear the tiny rattle and rustle of the teeth fragments in Rhonda’s pocket. Her exterior looked calm enough, but her heart was pounding and she kept every muscle tensed just to keep from trembling. When they were out of everyone’s arm’s reach, Wade had a coughing fit. It was a deep, choppy cough that wracked his body.

Rhonda put a hand on his shoulder, brows creasing, “What’s wrong?”

Wade groaned as his cough subsided, “Probably a bunch of fuckin’ tumors. I didn’t tell you my superpower is just not dying of cancer?”

Realization dawned and turned to horror on her face. “So the collar...Wade! Why did you jump in on this?”

A guard barked, “Inmates! Turn in for the night. Lights out in one hour.”

Clearing his throat to stave off another coughing fit, he answered, “Because I’m the right choice. If Cable’s cut off from his powers, his metal arm will become his metal everything; we already covered how Colossus wouldn’t make it a day without getting his shit wrecked. Maybe Domino would get by fine, but I know the Icebox better.”

Stunned, Rhonda said quietly, “I could do this on my own if I had to.”

“It’s bad enough to send you back in here at all,” Wade shook his head, “Nobody’s saying you aren’t tough, but everyone’s got their limits.”

“How long do you have?” her voice cut out in her hoarse whisper, like a phone call with a bad connection.

Wade shrugged, “At least a few days, we’ll be fine.”

Her eyes widened in dread. Before she could answer, the guard yelled a few feet away from them, “INMATES! Cells! Now.”

Wade squared his shoulders and turned on the charm with a fake English accent, “Ah, concierge! Show us to our rooms please, we’ve only just arrived.”

The officer gripped his cattle prod, a warning. Then he waved his hand to usher them along. They shuffled up some stairs, steps echoing through the concrete cavern. He led them to their cell block and stopped at one cell that was occupied by what looked like a werewolf with terrible mange. “You’re in here,” he shoved Wade in.

The realization that they were separating made Rhonda’s heart leap into her throat, veins turning cold.

If Wade was worried, he didn’t let it show. He waved, “Bye, bestie! See you in the morning!”

Somehow, she forced herself to nod and allowed the guard to herd her further down the row to her cell. Someone was in there, but it was too dark to see who; the lights were busted in that cell. There was something cruel in the way the guard chuckled, “Good luck, mutie,” as he pushed Rhonda in, right before the doors mechanically slid closed.

“I heard the rumors that Guestbook was back,” a feminine voice like crushed velvet purred, “but I didn’t believe it until I saw for myself.”

Rhonda sighed, irritated. “Hello, Mimi.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 188: Hard Knocks Path to Redemption

Previously on BnHA: The Todoroki kids sans Shouto (and Dabi lulz) visited their mom at the hospital and awkwardly discussed Endeavor officially becoming the #1 hero. Shouto’s older brother Natsuo wasn’t happy about it, saying that the world doesn’t know about “what he did” and how he treated his family. But interestingly, Rei came to his defense, saying that things were more complex than that. She said she doesn’t know what’s going on in his heart, “but he hasn’t left us behind.” We then cut to Endeavor’s fight with the High Tide Noumu, which basically consisted of Endeavor hovering for a few seconds with his flames, and then getting very violently flung through a building. Like, he was basically used as a human laser saw to cut the top of this high rise clean off. A bunch of people nearly fell to their deaths, but thankfully Hawks saved them all with his ridiculously OP Mighty Wings quirk. Speaking of Hawks, idk but it sure is some shifty bullshit that Your Highness Noumu just happened to attack him and Endeavor in this building right when they were having a chitchat about Noumus. Something is definitely up you guys.

Today on BnHA: Endeavor continues to battle the High Heaven Noumu and pulls off some impressive feats, such as dicing a falling building into tiny pieces with his flames so that the spectators below don’t get crushed. Unfortunately these techniques come at a price, and he finds himself beginning to struggle due to the heat building up in his body. Meanwhile the High Hopes Noumu remains mostly unfazed, even dispatching a bunch of disgusting slimy clone things to wreak some havoc and distract Hawks and the other pros on the scene so that they can’t assist. Realizing he has no choice but to Go For It, Endeavor powers up his flames and hits the Noumu with massive flame attack: Prominence Burn. Unfortunately the Noumu anticipates his actions and is able to avoid being completely disintegrated. He regenerates, and then brutally slashes/stabs Endeavor in the most ironic spots possible -- his torso (nearly the same place where All Might was wounded by AFO), and his left eye (don’t think I have to explain this one lol). It’s all very violent, and probably not the sort of thing you’d want your child to witness on live television -- oh hey there Shouto. Didn’t see you there. Uh... well, shit.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 209 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

interesting title!

I wonder which of his four kids this is referring to? ngl I’ve been missing the U.A. kids for these past couple chapters so it would be nice to get Shouto back in here

holy shittttt

thiiiiiiiis is bad. that is some serious destruction. not something they can just shrug their shoulders about later, especially in BnHA where damage like this actually has lasting consequences

lol some other heroes are watching from a distance and they’re all “did Endeavor just Vidalia Chop Wizard that whole fucking building”

meanwhile Hawks is tumbling to safety on a nearby rooftop

and he’s referring here to Endeavor’s opening line in the chapter, “I’ll dice you up and burn you until there’s nothing left”

(ETA: in addition to being the first reluctant hero in the series, Hawks is also the quippiest we’ve had by far. Hawks is all your dialogue polished up by a Marvel screenwriting team or what)

I appreciate Hawks’s efforts at combat banter, but all I keep thinking is that those pieces actually did look remarkably neat and uniform, and that it wouldn’t kill him to show a little appreciation for what was honest to god one of the most insane quirk feats we’ve seen to date

also, looking at this picture more closely, my disbelief is gonna need a little more suspending, because I honestly don’t feel like either of them should currently be able to fly the way they’re doing lol. Hawks’s wings are in a pretty sorry state at the moment

and here comes High Treason Noumu back at them again, and he’s grumbling “bird...” like he’s all pissy at Hawks

lol what is this

what the hell is this quirk. does he shoot air gun fists or something. and this other guy has all of his fingers fucking disconnected for no apparent reason. like, what the hell is that even gonna do besides gross people out

(ETA: and isn’t this Tokage’s quirk as well. getting lazy are we Horikoshi)

now High Score Noumu is doing something disturbing oh god

ffffffffff WHAT IS THIS. WHY DO WE HAVE TO LOOK AT A CLOSE UP OF IT

Endeavor’s hitting it with another fire blast. thanks man

and now he’s doing a mental tally of the thing’s quirks

and don’t forget “can fucking talk.” not to mention what I still think is the most intriguing one of all, “has Kurogiri’s fucking face”

oh and I guess this is a new one

fucking gross ew fuck sick gross ugh!! why are they so gooey sob

I don’t really understand what’s going on but Endeavor seems to have it all figured out, so here

okay so he wants to fight strong opponents like Endeavor so he made some disgusting clones to deal with the small fries I guess

-- hold up. that muscle amplification quirk... that looks and sounds a whole lot like Muscular’s, though

is it just coincidence? that this Noumu just so happens to be so strikingly similar to not one but two captured villains previously associated with the League?? just what in the hell is going on here dammit

meanwhile, as Endeavor observed, the Noumus that emerged from his body look completely different and appear to be just your everyday run-of-the-mill Noumus

just a little grosser is all

Hawks is swooping down and taking them out without much effort. looks like he’s gotten most of his feathers back too

he’s telling everyone to keep evacuating

and he says that to be frank, power struggles aren’t his “forte”

so he’s acknowledging that he doesn’t have the All Might Factor, so to speak? that even though he’s strong and popular, he’s not at that level of always beating the big bads no matter what?

you know, that actually makes some sense. I can maybe understand a little better just why he was bothering Endeavor so much. that is, if it weren’t for the fact that I STILL DON’T TRUST YOU, HAWKS, YOU SUSPICIOUS LITTLE SERAPH

High Speed Noumu is asking Endeavor if he’s done shooting those red hot little slice-and-dice death rays

oh snap this thing really is smart

it’s not just talking and thinking, it’s fucking analyzing. there’s some real brainpower at work in this thing

now Endeavor is talking about his quirk, and I’m just gonna post the panel because like hell am I gonna try to summarize this

he was thinking this a few panels earlier, too. that he’s got a lot of heat built up now

and now he’s thinking about Rei and his kids with their ice powers

fuck me but every single time I start wanting to root for Endeavor he’s gotta go and remind us of this, though

also!? fourth kid alert!?? and this kid seems to have white hair just like all the others, and seems to be younger than Natsuo in this shot. which would seem to go against the prevailing theory? explain yourself, manga

(ETA: lol and I got an ask about this just today. I gotta give this some thought. but I still think it’s Dabi! maybe Endeavor is just confused about what his non-Shouto children looks like because he spent so much time ignoring them all!)

so now Highlander Noumu is making a crazy face and extending his arms or muscle fibers or whatever the fuck these things are again, and saying he wants to test out his new power on Endeavor

shiiiiiit this does not look good

this doesn’t seem like the kind of move he can maintain for very long given what he was saying earlier

he’s shouting at the Noumu that he’ll incinerate him until there’s nothing left, and his regeneration won’t be enough

well this has worked before, to be fair. back in Hosu

but why do I get the feeling that isn’t going to be the case this time, though

lollllll

is this the literal translation. is there some other meaning of “prominence” other than “famous and well-known” that I’m not thinking of. I guess it can also mean “something that sticks out a lot”, but I don’t see how that would apply to this attack

basically, to me this reads as “Endeavor’s I-Wanna-Be-Famous Big Fire Attack”

and damned if that just doesn’t say it all, though

he’s thinking back to what he said at the JP Hero Billboard thing. “just watch me”

and that he won’t disgrace himself by failing here

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit

HE WAS SO CLOSE

THIS THING IS REALLY FUCKING HARDCORE OMG

OH MY GOD

you’re telling me that Endeavor’s attack actually worked, but that he wasn’t able to disintegrate the whole Noumu because HE FUCKING RIPPED HIS OWN FUCKING HEAD OFF AND FRISBEE-D IT TO SAFETY AHEAD OF TIME!?

OH SHIT

goddamn -- fucking --

DAMMIT. COME ON ENDEAVOR. DON’T FUCKING DIE, DUDE. FUCKING GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND BEAT THIS HIGH FIVE NOUMU ALREADY, THE WORLD NEEDS YOU

ARE YOU SERIOUS

ARE YOU TELLING ME THE TWO OF THEM JUST HAPPENED TO BE WATCHING?? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, SHIT

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

motherfucker oh shit you guysssss

(ETA: how does he even still have that eye though)

you guys. oh shit. this is so bad. you don’t understand

shit. because let me tell you, the very first thing that ran through my head was that he’s going to look so much hotter now and fuck, you guys. I KNOW THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO BE THINKING RIGHT NOW. BUT I CAN’T HELP IT. noooo what the hell is wrong with me I feel like slapping myself lmao

I fucking started laughing in real life at my own absurd reaction. I am ruining the mood of this chapter so damn fast

nooooooo

the parallels, though. oh shit. the same eye

and did Shouto’s quirk activate just now?? are those flames on his left side? oh shit

okay I need to get myself under control. fucking stop this now. stop thinking about how much hotter Endeavor is going to be with a big ol’ slashy scar along the left side of his face. and maybe an eyepatch. oh god. no, stop

(ETA: I really thought there was going to be an eyepatch. how does he still have that eye)

and now we’re cutting back to U.A. and Aizawa is gently telling Eri he’s gonna take her back to his room and I can’t you guys. first Endeavor losing his fucking eye and now Aizawa being a loving, protective parent on two counts, because LOOK WHAT HE SAYS RIGHT AFTER

now All Might is gripping at his stomach wound nooooo

seems like every big hero has That Moment, huh

oh fuckkkkk

fuuuuuck, Endeavor. going for that hard knocks path to redemption, huh

but I fucking can’t, though, because I just keep picturing Horikoshi’s creative process. like, you fucking troll, though. goes and creates the worst character of all time (not literally, I’m just being dramatic here just let me have this) and does his absolute fucking best to make him as terrible as possible, and then challenges himself to redeem him nonetheless. “how can I make readers actually feel sympathy for Todoroki fucking Enji in spite of everything? oh I know I’ll take away everything he ever wanted and make him finally start to realize what was really important and have him finally start trying to be a better husband and father. and then I’ll fucking murder him”

and like, I really need to stop laughing at this chapter, though. I’m ruining it, I know. if it helps, it’s not mirthful laughter though! the best way I can describe it is “haunted house laughter.” like, this is how I react when I’m walking through any sort of haunted attraction, and I’m really tense and excited and on edge. my weird natural response is usually to start laughing, possibly as my brain’s way of psyching myself up to be brave and reminding myself that it’s not real and they’re only actors. I feel like that, for some reason. and I don’t know why, but it’s actually a very positive thing, because this is the first time in quite a while that I’ve gotten this excited about the manga, actually

so I’m sorry, Endeavor. I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing because OH SHIT THIS IS GETTING GOOD and I’m really loving it. and also because Horikoshi has got some serious balls

(ETA: and because this is Kamino all over again. and I was fucking pumped. angst!! stakes!! tension!! there was just a ton of adrenaline all of a sudden and I didn’t really know what to do with it so my brain was like “well then let’s just do something really weird!”)

anyway, so we’re cutting back to Shouto and U.A., where Shouto is watching his dad die on live television

aaaaaand that’s the chapter end

my god. this went from “eh” to “epic” in like .06 seconds. is this the fight that anon was talking about a while back? because this was pretty damn good, I gotta say. fucking damn

[thecraftgremlin]

In A Little Pickle (A Metalocalypse Fanfic)

I don't always write fanfic, but when I do it... um... I don't know how to end that. There's basically no Pickles and his nephew content, so I decided to give the fandom what it probably didn't need but has anyway now. The story basically just came to me as a series of scenes and eventually I just decided to write those scenes, string them together, and say screw the rest.

Also on Ao3

Nathan found Pickles sitting at the kitchen table of Mordhaus, glaring at a brightly colored card in his hands like it had stolen the last bottle of vodka on the planet. He would have just grabbed the bag of chips he was after and left the drummer to… whatever it was he was doing, if Pickles hadn’t spoken up.

“He’s pure evil, Nathan.”

“Uhhh… who?” Nathan was only half paying attention, carefully considering the weighty decision of barbeque versus salt and vinegar flavor.

“Seth,” Pickles spat with the venom he reserved for his family.

Having ultimately decided on both flavors for his snack, Nathan wondered what Pickles’ asshole brother had to do with a card covered with multicolored balloons and confetti. His questions were soon answered as Pickles stood from his seat at the table, pacing and waving the card in the air.

“I thought I knew how low that motherfucker could sink! But no, this time he can’t just try to worm his way into my life and bleed me dry like he always does. Now he’s getting his fuckin’ kid in on the act!” He punctuated the rant by slapping the card down on the table. Now invested in the drama, Nathan picked the offending paper up, squinting at the text without the aid of his glasses. The outside cheerfully announced “You’re Invited!,” a handwritten note inside that somehow felt slimy for Nathan to read.

Pickles,

Little Davey’s turning 5 next week, and he says he wants his Uncle Pickles to come to his birthday party more than anything. I know you’re busy being a big hotshot rock star and shit, but you better not disappoint my little man. Party’s at my place on the 17that noon. Make sure to get him something good.

-Seth

It was times like these that made Nathan glad to be an only child with no obligations like these to deal with.

“Couldn’t you just… Not go?” Nathan offered sagely. It seemed like the easiest solution to the problem, and he wasn’t particularly interested in thinking too hard about helping Pickles with his family crap.

“And give that douchebag more reasons to think I owe him something? No,” Pickles slumped back into his seat at the table, “I gotta go to my nephew’s birthday party.”

“I still don’ts gets why you wanteds me to helps you picks out a borthsday present?”

Pickles looked Toki dead in the eyes; picturing his collections of stuffed animals and the model airplanes that hung from his bedroom ceiling, the pastel fleece pajamas he wore when he watched cartoons in the living room eating the sugariest cereals his diabetes would allow. Pickles smiled and put a hand on his shoulder.

“’Cause you’re a good pal.”

Toki seemed to buy it, a wide smile breaking out on his face.

“Aww, t’anks Pickle!”

From the moment they entered the toy store, Pickles already felt overwhelmed by the sea of plastic and plush. He hoped he could keep Toki focused for long enough for them to find something suitable for a five year old. He let Toki lead the way, the two musicians wandering the brightly colored aisles. Pickles immediately vetoed anything clown related Toki tried to suggest. Only people who had childhoods as fucked up as Toki’s actually liked clowns, and Pickles hoped to the metal gods that Seth wasn’t that much of a piece of shit to his kid. They examined toy weapons construction sets and science kits, debated the merits of ninjas versus pirates versus superheroes. Finally, Pickles’ attention was caught by a flash of metallic green. He picked up a hefty box proudly showing off a robotic dinosaur and remote control inside. It was expensive enough that Seth couldn’t call him a cheapskate over it, and he couldn’t see any of those small parts that were bad for little kids for some reason.

“Hey, what about this one?” He held the box up to Toki for approval.

“Oh, cools! Ja, dat’s a good ones! Everybody likes de dinosaurs, rights?”

That was certainly true. Even as Pickles’ interests had turned to rock n’ roll and illicit substances as a kid, he still remembered having a healthy appreciation for a good old t-rex or stegosaurus. As they left with his present and several items for Toki, as they had agreed, Pickles felt a little better about the whole party ordeal. Maybe he could actually do this.

He couldn’t do this.

Pickles was baking in the Australian heat, his only source of respite his cup of what used to be fruit punch, now replaced completely with whiskey from his hip flask. His father glared at him from across the yard every time he pulled it out, but Pickles was beyond caring at that point. He supposed he was lucky to have avoided his mom for as long as he did, but she had him cornered and was on her usual lecture of how Seth was so responsible and such a good father and what was Pickles doing with his life, still playing around with that band of his. In the background, Amber chatted with other equally disinterested looking moms, a handful of rowdy kids wrestled in the dirt while their dads, the greasy lowlife types that always seemed to flock around Pickle’s brother, made shady deals amongst themselves. Sitting at the table piled with presents and a plain looking blue and white sheet cake was little David, playing a handheld video game, having long given up on trying to play with the other kids. Pickles felt bad that he had initially assumed the kid was in on Seth’s manipulative bullshit. He had thought his nephew would be a little hellspawn, like his brother had been as a child. Instead Pickles only saw a lonely little boy, trying to enjoy a crappy birthday party. Pickles felt like he was being suffocated under all this heat and judgment, but he had decided when he saw David that he wouldn’t let his family get to him, even as they weighed him down with their usual complaints. He was surprised when his relief came from Seth.

“Alright, time for presents!”

As David unwrapped generic sports equipment and t-shirts for year old movies, Pickles started to feel better about his presence at the party. At least he had gotten a good present for the kid. At least they couldn’t give him shit about that. Pickles felt himself stand a little taller as Seth pulled out his present.

“This one’s from your Uncle Pickles. Should be a good one, he’s really rich,” Seth said, directed completely at Pickles. David unwrapped his toy and Pickles swore he saw a sparkle in the boy’s eyes for the first time that afternoon. His growing pride was soon squashed by a mutter from his brother.

“Guy’s got all the money in the fuckin’ world and only gets the kid one present.”

Of course.

“I can’t believe you, Pickles,” his mother said from behind him.

Of. Fucking. Course.

“You don’t visit your nephew even once since he was born, and now you think you can just buy your way into his life with some expensive toy?” Molly had wormed her way in front of Pickles, “You make me sick.”

That was it. He couldn’t take this anymore.

“God, there’s nothing I can do right for you people, is there?”

It was then that the birthday boy burst into tears and ran into the house, leaving his brand new robot dinosaur half-opened on the table.

“Look what you’ve done now, Pickles!”

Pickles had stomped into Seth's kitchen in search of more booze, but instead he stumbled on his nephew curled into a tiny sniffling ball under the table. He kneeled down to the boy’s level and tried to speak as gently as possible.

“Hey, buddy. You doin’ ok?”

David minutely shook his head. Dumb question.

“Mind if I sit next to you?”

The boy shrugged. Pickles squashed himself into the little space, for once thankful for his short stature. He had no idea what to do now. He didn’t even know how to comfort a grown adult, much less a little kid.

“Hey, um. I’m sorry if you didn’t like your present. I can, uh, buy you something else if that helps?”

“No, I like it.” David’s voice was small and quiet. Pickles realized that this was the first time he had actually talked to his nephew, beyond the awkward greeting they’d shared earlier that day.

“So, uh, something else up then?”

The little boy was silent for a moment.

“The party was so boring. Daddy didn’t invite my friends, just those mean kids from my class and their weird dads. And then everybody started yelling and-“ He whimpered and curled in on himself tighter. Pickles took a chance and put a hand on the boy’s back, rubbing gently.

“Yeah. Doesn’t sound like a very fun birthday. I’m sorry.”

“I thought it would be fun with you here.”

Pickles was taken aback by that. He had assumed that Seth had been lying about David wanting him there.

“You really wanted me to come?”

The boy looked up at Pickles with watery eyes, his expression serious as a five year old’s could be.

“You’re so cool! You’re a rock star and you’re my uncle! But-but you don’t like me…”

“No, no, no!” Pickles interjected quickly. God, he was the worst uncle in the world. “I do like you! It’s just… Our family… They aren’t the nicest people to be around. But you’re not like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re cool. Rock stars can always tell when somebody’s cool.”

Pickles saw that little bit of sparkle return to his nephew’s eyes. He wondered if there was a way he could keep it there.

“Hey, I got an idea. Tomorrow, would you wanna spend the day hanging around with your Uncle Pickles and his band?”

“No, nope, nuh-uh. No way we’re spending the day hanging around with some little kid.” Was what the members of Dethklok said five minutes before meeting Pickles’ nephew David. Five minutes aftermeeting him, the band was dead set on giving the kid the best, most metal post-birthday a boy could ask for. The six stormed arcades, ice cream parlors, even a petting zoo (partly with the logic that Australian petting zoos are more brutal because everything in Australia can kill you, partly with insistence from Toki.) One by one, the band’s uncaring brutal facades began to crack under the innocent wonder of a small child.

Nathan spent a good portion of the day with David perched on his shoulders, the two intently discussing the brutality of various dinosaurs.

Skwisgaar ate up the enraptured way the boy watched him play, which led to the guitarist pulling out increasingly more complicated techniques to keep his attention.

Murderface and Toki delighted in crafting elaborate and violent stories for the monster finger puppets and tiny parachuters David had won at the arcade.

By the time they were on the Dethcopter heading for Seth’s place, the band was seriously discussing the merits of adopting/kidnapping/buying him from his parents, before they realized there was actual work involved in having the kid around and promptly gave up on that idea. David left the chopper with his uncle to a chorus of suspiciously un-brutal sounding goodbyes. Just before reaching the front door, the little boy abruptly turned and threw his arms around Pickles’ waist.

“Thanks Uncle Pickles.”

“No problem buddy,” Pickles replied, awkwardly returning the hug as best as he could.

“Can you come visit again?”

He knew he should say no. Seeing David again meant dealing with Seth, and Pickles didn’t know if he could deal with seeing that greedy douche’s face on a regular basis. But with those big eyes staring up at him from that sweet freckled face…

“Of course, any time kiddo.”

Seth opened the door to let his son in, immediately questioning him on what kinds of things he’d managed to make his uncle pay for. Just before the door closed, David looked back at Pickles with a smile and held up his hand in the classic devil horns.

Yeah. Pickles could deal with Seth for this kid.