#Ty is a nerd deep inside

[agathazinha2009]

In a Old human city Party house:

Ty*drink a few shots*: Rev, you're not 1/137, but you're the measures of my universe U3U

Revvit: haha, thank you... I really think you need stop drinking. your nerd side is showing up.

[ast4tarion]

hi!! hope you’re having a good day:)

i was wondering if you can write a smut where mike is a nerd in college and the popular girl needs to bring her grade up so he tutors her. she would always flirt with him and make him get all nervous. she repays him by giving him a blowjob and you can add anything else to the story if you want!! thank youu

ooooo i havent written anything like this, thank you for a new idea :D ty for the kind words too i hope everyone reading this day is a good one too <3 (god this is way longer then i meant for it to be)

cws; sub!mike, slight dom!reader, virginity taking, blowjob, gender neutral reader, a little messy

“Have you ever had sex with a girl before?”

The question you ask Mike is completely genuine but he stops writing in his tracks, his face visibly flushing red.

The two of you are studying for midterms (actually, more like Mike guiding you through the subjects) together in his dorm, books and papers strewn everywhere at his table.

“I—what?” He really wasn’t expecting you to ask that and he looks almost nervous.

“Have you?” you ask it like it’s the most casual question in the world, flipping your pencil around in your hand.

“Uh….no,” he looks very embarrassed, it’s cute on him. “I haven’t gotten close to anyone like that before, and no one was particularly interested in the guy hiding behind his engineering book.”

You were quite surprised to learn this, in your opinion he was quite the attractive guy.

“Would you be up for an offer then?” His eyes widened, and he let his pencil slide out of his grip completely.

“What kind of offer….?” He said it, but the implication after the topic of conversation was understood between the two of you, but he clearly didn’t believe it.

“Well I’d really like to do something nice for you in return for tutoring me, we’ve already talked about this but I really wish I could pay you but everything’s going to food and tuition right now and I couldn’t ever ask my parents so I was wondering if you’d let me make you feel good instead?” You said.

His entire face was visibly red now with blush, and his gaze dropped and avoided yours as he processed what you were saying. He seemed in total disbelief, his hands tapping the table which you knew was a nervous habit of his.

“I-um, but I-I’ve never done that with anyone? I wouldn’t wanna, um, somehow do it wrong.” He was incredibly sincere and it was quite endearing.

You leaned back in your seat, trying to catch his nervous eyes.

“I’m cool with that, I could even teach you if that would make you feel less nervous? Think of it as…….a tutoring session. Only if you want too though.” His hands found themselves, wringing and thumbing his palm. He was clearly deep in thought and given permission you wanted to wipe that stress from his face. It would be an honour to teach him, after all the exams and quizzes he’d helped you pass.

“Alright…I think I’d, uh, like that. When?” You smiled at his confirmation of consent, excitement and arousal already beginning to build up inside you. You stood up, walking around the desk and sitting on one of his thighs.

“We’ve been studying for a while now, I think this would be a good opportunity to take a break and learn something new.” You put your hands on his chest, your voice dropping in a suggestive way that earned a shiver out of him.

“O-Okay,” he gulped, finally gathering the courage to look at you in front of him. “What’s the first step?”

You leaned in to kiss his neck and he gasped loudly. “First the ground rules. One, if you decide it’s too much we can always stop, alright? Two, tell me if you’re going to cum. Three, listen to your body, Mikey, tell me what feels good.” You purred into his ear, trying to take things slow so he could adjust to them. He quickly nodded, and you starting leaving light kisses down his chest.

As much as you wanted to grind down on his thigh you had an objective: make him cum. You moved off his lap and he watched you the entire time with a mix of nervousness and curiosity in his eyes. You slid to the floor in between his legs as he was seated at his desk.

Your first step was massaging his thighs, getting closer and closer to his dick. Your hand settled over the fly of his jeans, palming the denim and smirking when you felt the bulge it held.

You began unzipping it, speaking as you worked. “First step is to relax, this parts all about you baby boy.” He felt the urge to whimper and aggressively bit it back.

Just the tiny amounts of friction and sultry words you provided had began to work him up. You pulled down his boxers enough for his cock to be freed, hardening at every touch.

He was fairly big, your fingertips just barely met around it when you gave it a couple experimental jerks. He made a little noise at this, and you smiled.

You spit in your hand, spreading the wetness across his length to make it easier. It was clear he was unuse to his own boner, his mouth agape and his hips beginning to shift in the chair.

You started by giving the tip a tiny kiss, followed by short little licks to the head. You flattened your tongue and swirled it all around the head, running your tongue over his sensitive slit.

This gained an immediate reaction, another little noise escaping his mouth followed by his hands gripping his own thighs. You were barely touching him and he was already panting at the sweet sensation.

You took it a little further, pumping the base and farther into your mouth. You were licking the underside of his dick, dragging hot wet stripes further and further down each time. You were halfway down his length, finally taking it all into your mouth and pushing it in until your lips reached your loose fist.

His pants were evolving into full blown moans, his hand white-knuckles gripping his desk. He spread his legs further, hoping to give you more access. Every moan is music to your ears, coming out in little “hnngs…” and “mmmfng…..”

The tip almost reached the back of your throat and there was spit dripping down your chin, mixing with whatever slick he was leaking. You moved forward and back, your tongue sliding wetly and stimulating him. You repeated this, grinding into the floor for any ounce of your own friction.

His cock was a wet mess, and the sounds coming from your mouth became more and more vulgar. Slick-filled wet slaps of skin on skin as your fist pumped faster and faster and your tongue swirled around his girth.

He was getting closer and you could tell because he was absolutely loosing control of himself. He’d been reduced to drawn-out moans and whimpering at how fast you were going; his hips had also started bucking forward, pushing more and more of it into your mouth until you were almost completely swallowing him.

Your own desperation made it even more wet and messy, you drew back and a long string of precum dripped from his tip to your tongue thinly connected. Your gaze was driving him crazy, the combination of your eyes locked on his and the slurping wet kiss you licked up his shaft again.

When your mouth dove back on it you could tell he was getting incredibly close to finishing. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and so pathetic that it was hitting the walls of your cheek and the very back of your throat.

It was ultimately your groan that sent him over the edge, the vibrations sent through your mouth felt all over his cock and it felt so good, so wet, so overwhelming that he barely had time to whimper “fuck, I-I’m going too—!”

His cock throbbed and pulsed as you licked his slit once more, taking it out of your mouth absolutely cockdrunk. It barely took a single pump for him to explode, thick white ropes bursting from his tip and all over your chest.

His head was thrown back and he was panting hard, his cock head was flushed a pretty pink like his blush and it kept twitching, smaller streams erupting until it came to a slow stop.

Your face was a mess of his hot cum and your underwear absolutely soaked through. His eyes were closed and he was still gasping, sighing as he slowly loosened his grip on the desk as he rode out the end of his orgasm.

“Fuck, holy shit, thank you.” He mumbled, still coming down from the adrenaline of finishing. When he did look down he swore he could’ve came a second time, the way your face was lit up by a smile and absolutely drenched in his sticky white seed.

“Of course, if I wanted to teach you about sex I had to make sure you’d at least get to cum before you made someone else do it,” You stood up, standing close to him and running your hand through his pretty brown hair.

“Tomorrow after we finish calculus, I’ll show you how to eat someone out~”

[bangtanficsforyou]

Deep Learning (JJK)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: SMUT. PWP. JUST READY TO GET DOWN AND DIRTY. THAT'S THE GENRE, YES.

Rating: 18+

Summary: Getting tutored by the school nerd sounds boring. Well that is, until you, tease him.

Word count: 5K

Warning: it's just porn without ANY plot 😩, or^l (f receiving), ti^^y sucking, fing^^^ng, p in v s^x, d^^ty talk if it counts, protected sex (cause Jungkook is a nerd, OFC HE'S SMART), there's some degra^^^^on, they do it on the table, he ties her hands up, he stuffs her mouth with her underwear, he spits, he smacks her cl*t and idk what else 🤏🏻😩

This is a Patreon exclusive for the $8 tier.

You hesitate for a split second before ringing the doorbell. You wouldn’t ever admit it out loud but you’re nervous.

Being part of the ‘cool squad�� in your high school meant you were one of those cool people, people thought twice before messing with. However, you don’t think you will look so cool today.

You ring the doorbell once more, your patience running thin because you really want to get over this as quickly as possible.

A faint “I’m coming” greets your ears and you sigh, preparing yourself for whatever it is that will greet you once the door opens.

However, nothing could have prepared you for a shirtless, breathless, sweaty Jeon Jungkook opening the door.

Damn, you think, he’s hot.

In the years that you have seen Jeon Jungkook in the hallways and in the classes you have shared, you never thought that under all those baggy clothes, he was this ripped. Let us not forget the tattoos that decorate the smooth expanse of skin.

Your eyes which were busy checking him out, snap up to meet his, when you hear him speak.

“Oh, it’s you.”

You notice the red cheeks and shy downcast gaze, as he refuses to meet your eyes. You immediately take the opportunity to have the upper hand.

“Yes, it’s me Jeon,” you say with a coy smile. “You sure know how to make an impression.”

“N-I-I didn’t know—I mean you are right on time.”

You understand that Jungkook had assumed that you wouldn’t show up. That you were way too cool to get tutored and admit that you needed help.

You smirk. “I’d have come earlier had I known this was how you were planning to greet me.”

Jungkook blushes even harder but refuses to acknowledge your words. “Please come in.”

With an amused smile still lingering on your lips, you walk inside his house.

“You can go upstairs, I’ll just put up a shirt and join you,” Jungkook still refuses to meet your gaze, the fact that he’s half naked, making it impossible for him to match your gaze.

“Sure,” you respond with a small giggle as you think you have the entire situation under control. You don’t have to worry about embarrassing yourself if you keep turning Jungkook into a flustered mess.  

With a bullet-proof plan and a small smirk, you head upstairs. 

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[sage-green-matcha]

“you say it’s big but you take it, ride cowgirl” with ethan pls 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

love your writing btw ❤️

TAKE IT - ETHAN LANDRY 🦢

“You say it’s big but you take it, ride cowgirl” - Frank Ocean

MINORS DNI!

Content includes: SMUT! P in V sex, jealous Ethan, Ethan stretching you out beforehand, praise kink, biting, spit!

A/n: tysm!!! <33 And ty for the request!

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Your breath hitched as you were pulled against the crowded hallway, Ethan's hand dragging your arm. "Ethan...Ethan! What the fuck?" He had pulled you into one of the bedrooms. "What do you think you're doing?" You shook your head in confusion.

"What?" You scoffed, looking at his anger-covered face. "You're seriously gonna let him touch you like that? You like it, don't you?" "I-...Ethan you don't own me, just because we hooked up once doesn't mean that you can go around being jealous" he furrowed his eyebrows, arms crossed as he looked you up and down.

"Plus, you have no reason to be jealous" you sighed, back pressed against the wall. "Yea? Why's that?" You felt small as he stood over you, fist above your head. "You know..." his eyes glistened with lust and you knew, he knew exactly what you meant.

Ethan was tall, but his shyness took away from people being intimidated by him. He was the dorky nerd with "potential" You knew he was more than that, he had shown you before and you knew how intimidating he could actually be.

It was only supposed to be a one-time thing. You knew it was wrong, to hide it from your group of friends but you couldn't stop thinking about him. The way his thick cock stretched out your walls, pain and pleasure fucking you out while he barely thrusted.

Your small hands wrapped around his dick, sucking and licking on his tip as your hands tried to jerk him off. You felt disgusted with yourself thinking about it, but it was already done and you didn't regret it at all. "Want me to show you again?" You looked up at him, gulping.

Next thing you knew his head was deep in between your legs, echos of your moans running around the room. You held onto his hair tightly, the feeling of your fingers grabbing onto his scalp making him hungrier. His tongue did tricks on your pussy, sucking and biting to make you forget about anyone else except him.

You squirmed and pleaded under his touch, your back arching while he rubbed on your clit. "You gonna let me stretch you out sweet thing?" You nodded eagerly, Ethan's finger slipping into your cunt. The pads of his fingers tapped against your walls, tightening around him.

He thrust his fingers deeper into you, your lips puffy as you bit down on them. You couldn't hold back your moans as you felt him slip in another finger, basically prying your pussy hole open. Your face was pushed into the pillow, crying from the mix of pleasure and harsh pain. "I'm sorry baby, your hole is too small"

It felt like an eternity before he finally decided you were stretched out enough, having you sit on top of his bare thighs. He sat up on the edge of the bed, your weeping and stretched-out pussy waiting for him to thrust inside of you. You looked down in between your thighs, Ethan's hand pumping at his fat cock.

It was bigger than you had remembered, looking at him with concerned eyes. "Don't be scared, you can take it" You looked back down at his cock, wrapping your hand around his tip. He was leaking with precum, his cock hot and throbbing. "It's big" you chewed on your lip.

You lowered your head onto Ethan's shoulder, biting his skin as you rested yourself down on his dick. Your breathing was heavy, whining in pain as his hands rested on your hips. "You're doing so good, pretty girl" You struggled to hold back a groan, the dirty sound filling Ethan's ears.

He decided to help you out, thrusting his cock all the way inside of you. You cried at the feeling, drool dripping off of Ethan's shoulder. The bite mark that you had left was deep, covered in your spit.

His cock filled you up to the brim, stretching your walls out even more than his fingers did. "You okay? You know you can take it" but you weren't sure if you could, barely able to push yourself back up.

You nodded into his shoulder, lips pressed against his soft skin before you moved yourself up. The sound of wetness and whimpers filled your ears, gaining you some confidence.

His hands moved down to your ass, giving you a tight squeeze before you moved up again. His head was lowered as he watched his cock obliterate your insides, the bulge on your belly driving him insane.

You focused on keeping steady breaths, and a steady pace. Unfortunately for you, Ethan had began to grow impatient, fucking his cock into you harshly. Your nails scratched at his back, his cock harshly hitting your g spot. "Told you, you could take me"

[workingforitallthetime]

hello lovely scholar la! do you have any recs for podcasts (or other forms of media, i suppose) that are centered around college hockey and other prospects? i’m looking more for the nitty gritty over the personal fun stuff but whatever you have, ill take it. ty in advance 💛

My weekly rotation is:

the athletic hockey show, prospects edition: a good mix of perspectives between scott wheeler (the truest appreciator of Narrative in the prospect media landscape), corey pronman (more of a traditionalist with a size kink), chris peters (who falls in the middle and is also an ntdp expert) and beloved host max bultman, who is good at making chris and corey fight to the death for our amusement.

called up, the prospects podcast: formerly known as talking hockey sense by chris peters, newly reconstituted with co-host cam robinson of elite prospects. early returns have been positive.

the michigan hockeycast: two nerds who break down every umich game in the exhaustive detail i crave. they also keep tabs on the rest of the big 10 and other teams that have pairwise implications for umich.

college hockey insider: this one is subscription-only, and i’m not always crazy about mike mcmahon’s journalism practices, but it’s the most ncaa-focused of all of the above and v helpful for overall insight into the college hockey system. this one is subscription only but bits and pieces are available free.

others i intermittently listen to:

pucks in deep: i’ll listen when they interview a player i’m interested in, but the hosts are a little too bro-y for my taste. they do cover the entire ncaa though, so if you’re looking for a weekly rundown of every conference this is your spot.

NHL draft class: this one is focused on the current draft class so i don’t pay much attention until the spring. it’s an official nhl production so the interviews are usually boring. i only listen if the topic or guest is of interest.

inside college hockey: mike mcmahon but for free and with a cohost who does not interest me. this one has never grabbed me.

other media: brad schlossman is a good college hockey twitter follow. for recruiting news i follow mark divver, chris heisenberg, and futureblueice.

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - TWENTY THREE

Blitzø felt trapped. Paralyzed. He’d been racing across a vast emptiness for what felt like hours, chasing a beautiful light, warm and comforting, but it was always just out of reach. Growing further away. And further. And dimmer. And dimmer. And now he stood alone in the void, that distant light completely extinguished, his hope gone with it.

The inky darkness around him began to seep up from below and ooze down from above, and yet he was rooted to this spot, unable to escape.

This is fine. This is what I deserve.

Blitzø felt heavier and heavier as if the dark were a thick tar swallowing him alive, beckoning him to its depths. He felt like he wanted to lay down. Sleep. Join the nothing.

I’m tired… so, so tired.

He didn’t need to lay down though. The darkness was slowly oozing up his feet and dripping down his horns.

Blitzø felt something touch the back of his hand. A light warm pressure.

“Darling.”

Blitzø shivered.

Stolas.

“Blitzø, darling.”

He felt a warm caress across his cheek. He closed his eyes and tried to lean into it.

“Stolas.”

Blitzø’s eyes welled with tears. “F*ck… I miss you… So much… I wish you were here.”

“Darling. I’m here… I’ll always be here. As long as you want me.”

Blitzø began to cry. Satan how he wished he weren’t alone. The darkness had crept up his legs and held the tips of his fingers as his arms had hung by his sides. He could feel a weight sliding down him.

Eyes closed against the darkness, he willed that tiny bit of warmth on his cheek to be real. Convinced himself, at least for these last few moments, that Stolas was truly there.

He took a deep breath, wrenched a hand free from the tarry void that was pulling him in, and clasped tight to the warmth on his cheek.

Blitzø opened his eyes and there was Stolas. Kneeling before him. As bright and golden as the sun. Glowing and warm and absolutely f*cking perfect in this dark place.

“Stolas.”

“Darling.” Stolas smiled at him. Blitzø wanted to reach out and hold Stolas to him. But it was all he could do to break the one hand free and it was currently holding Stolas’s hand to his cheek. Blitzø didn’t plan on letting go of that hand until Heaven burned to dust.

Blitzø’s heart clenched. He swallowed hard to get down the lump in his throat.

“There’s so much I need to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything...”

Stolas…

Blitzø cried inside. He squeezed Stolas’s hand, reminding himself of how it felt. He took a deep breath.

“Please... I have to tell you...”

“What is it, darling?”

“I’m f*cked up. I don’t know how to communicate and I push away the people I care about the most. Because I’m afraid. Afraid I’ll get hurt. Or worse, I’ll hurt them… And I care… SO much about you Stolas… But I’ve done so many shitty things to you already. I don’t deserve you…

“When we were kids my dad told me I’d been sold to be your playmate for the day. Then he said that I had to rob your family in order to help my mom. That stupid pirate game? I was robbing you. ‘Cuz my dad valued money over me. And I’m ashamed I did it.. Because when I got to know you? I had so much fun with you. You were such a nerd about your books and I thought it was so f*cking cute. You were kind. I wasn’t used to that, especially from royals.”

Blitzø paused to take a shaky breath. He couldn’t bear to look at Stolas or he’d lose his nerve.

“The day I crashed your party? I’m so sorry. I wasn’t there for you. At all... I was a piece of sh*t and was only there to steal your book. I remembered you told me it gave you access to the human world.

“I was flirty and aggressive ‘cuz I could tell you were into me. And the absolute trash heap I was, I didn’t care about tying you up, stealing from you and bouncing… But then you went off about how long you’d wanted passion like that… And said you were so happy that the one who wanted you was your first friend… Me. ME. A nobody like me meant that much to you…”

Blitzø couldn’t stop himself from crying.

“I like to pretend that I stayed because it was out of pity or guilt, but really?… Most of me was SO happy to hear that I was wanted. That I made someone else feel wanted. I’d never had that before. I never realized that was something I truly wanted before… That it was something I was ALLOWED to want…”

Blitzø swallowed hard. It was getting difficult to breathe. The darkness was weighing down more and more.

“And then when we… F*ck… Wow, Stolas… Just… WOW… I mean, other than your weird, excessive f*cking dirty talk… I’ve never had better.”

Blitzø shivered and squeezed Stolas’s hand against his cheek.

“Oh. About that… What's up with the vulgar porn monologuing? You’re so prim and proper but then, Christ on a stick Stolas, you become some damn freak when sex is involved… Why the Heaven do you think I gag you so often? The dirty talk freaks me the f*ck out…”

“Sorry. I digress…” Blitzø laughed nervously.

“Where was I? Right… I’m so f*cking sorry, but I only invited you out to Ozzie’s that night because I needed a date to get in the door. I wanted to be able to spy on Mox and Millie’s date.

“Why do I spy on them? That’s a whole other thing that boils down to them having the perfect relationship and me wanting to be a part of it or know what it’s like to be in one. Because hey… spying is a lot easier than finding a good relationship for myself… or something along those lines… At least that’s what my therapist told me before I fired him.”

Blitzø felt like time was running out. More and more of his self was being devoured by the darkness by the second. He clung tighter to the sight of Stolas and the warmth of his hand.

“I’m an idiot imp who doesn’t deserve your attention so I get why you’d be embarrassed of being seen with me. I didn’t expect it. So it hurt. I guess I took your attention for genuine affection and I took it all for granted. But that’s my fault.

“I took things you did out of context. Thought you cared more than you do. But regardless… All the bullshit has been my fault…

“I deserve your offhanded, demeaning, and frankly, casually racist comments… Being your impish little plaything. And called an itty-bitty imp… I’m so far below you, Stolas. I can’t believe I ever thought I could… That I’d ever be good enough… You deserve so much better than me... Than that piece of sh*t wife of yours… Than the life you’re trapped in…”

Blitzø swallowed hard.

“I should have been there to save you from Striker. Yes, Loona is the most important person in my life. But her appointment could have been moved. Her life wasn’t in danger. Yours was. I just had no real idea how vulnerable you truly were or could be.

“When you saved me in the human world you were so powerful. The most awe inspiring and beautiful thing I had ever seen… I didn’t think anything could hurt you… So it broke me when I saw you wheeled into that hospital on that gurney knowing I could have prevented it. I could have saved you. You got hurt because of me. I couldn’t bring myself to show my face because of that. And I was too afraid to see you hurt and in pain. I was so ashamed.”

It was getting harder and harder to see the image of Stolas; the only comfort he had left…

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, for all the sh*tty things I’ve done and said. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Blitzø…”

Blitzø felt the darkness close in all around him. He couldn’t see Stolas anymore. Just a soft glow where Stolas’s image had knelt and the faint whisper of warmth on his cheek.

“Please, Stolas… Stay… Don’t throw me away…”

Blitzø closed his eyes and let the light and warmth disappear.

*****

[kylobith]

Swords and Hoops

Word count: 3,634

Steve Harrington x Reader

Steve meets you at the Palace arcade after you come back from your holidays in California. Eager to see you, he's ready to let you show him one of your passions, showing you his in return.

“I almost had to wait for you!”

Steve rolls his eyes as he slams the car door and locks it. Burying his hands in his pockets, he walks up to you, his eyes dissimulated behind his thick sunglasses. He zigzags between the kids hanging out outside and the high schoolers passing by. Once he reaches you, he shrugs.

“Traffic.”

“As if. Since Starcourt opened, nobody’s coming here anymore.”

“Except nerds.”

“Except nerds,” you repeat, cocking an eyebrow.

Tugging on his sleeve, you bring him inside the Palace, taking off your denim jacket and tying it around your waist. You crane your neck in search of a free arcade cabinet, your footsteps muffled by the patterned carpeted floor, full of dust and dandruff. The air is stuffy, marked by the summer sweat of the kids spending their days inside despite the sunny weather and the temporary break in the heat wave announced by the weather reporters. The dropped and forgotten Skittles and Pop Rocks crunch under the soles of your shoes, making it harder to lift your foot from the floor.

And yet, you love it. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world at that moment.

Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Steve yanks his foot off the floor, having stepped in gum. Grumbling, he lifts the collar of his shirt, hiding his mouth behind it.

“Can’t believe I’m being seen here.”

“Oh grow up, Harrington,” you snap. “You’re not in school anymore, who cares where you go? That’s the beauty of graduating. You don’t bother with popularity anymore.”

Before he can protest, you pivot on your ankle and poke his chest with your fingertip.

“Plus, you promised you’d be nice. And tolerant.”

Steve sighs and nods, dropping his collar and taking off his sunglasses. As he hangs them at his neckline, the fabric sags, revealing a patch of dark hair on his chest. You pretend not to have peeked and purse your lips, hiding your smile. You spot an unoccupied game and trot up to it.

“Dragon’s Lair?” Steve reads the name. “What’s that?”

“You’re a knight who has to rescue a princess in a castle.”

“That’s what you want to play?”

You turn around and lean against the machine with your arms crossed, tilting your hip.

“It’s one of the hardest games ever made, Harrington. Under what rock have you been living?”

“Uh, under ‘normal people’s rock’, I guess?”

Rolling your eyes, you turn back towards the cabinet and slip a coin inside. You close your fingers around the red joystick, your other hand hovering above the button on its left. After you choose the single-player option, the game begins.

Behind you, Steve rests an elbow against the top of the machine to watch you, his musky perfume filling your nostrils and distracting you from the game. You shake your head, drawing your focus back to the screen after you nearly miss the first in-game action. You take a deep breath and brace yourself to press the commands at the right time.

Steve furrows his brow as he watches, seeing you lose a first time because you didn’t press the right command. On the screen, Dirk the knight crosses his arms and turns into a skeleton, collapsing onto the ground. You grunt and throw your head back.

“So, um, what just happened?” he asks. “I don’t understand a thing I’m seeing.”

“I went too soon,” you sigh. “I’ve trained for this, I should know better.”

“You’re too competitive, you know that?”

You pull your tongue out at him and retract it as his fingers try to catch it. The way his lips curl up warms your heart. His hand lingers there between the two of you. Your eyes slip towards it and you hear your heart slamming against your ribcage, finding yourself tempted to entwine your fingers with his. As your cheeks flush red, you lock eyes with him, bewitched by his brown irises and the kindness emanating from them despite the tough demeanor he tries to maintain.

Before you start standing on the tip of your toes, Steve drops his hand and pats your shoulder.

“Well, while you’re trying again, I’m gonna get us some drinks. Fancy anything?”

“Coke, please,” you say as you pull out your wallet from your pocket.

His hand stops yours, the softness of his skin feeling like a cloud.

“It’s on me,” he whispers, avoiding your gaze as you notice that he’s been blushing, too.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. You, uh… You can start playing again. I’ll be right back.”

Without as much as another word, he walks past you and approaches the counter, behind which Keith stands, glaring at him while rummaging through the bag of chips he’s holding.

You slip your wallet back into your pocket and press your hand against your heart, trying to calm it down.

“What am I doing?!” you curse at yourself under your breath as you restart a game. You hope that you haven’t made it awkward between the two of you. Steve was reticent to even come with you to the arcade but accepted nonetheless when you offered to go together, for the sake of hanging out.

Since you’ve been back from your short holiday in Sonoma County, Steve seemed eager to see you again, calling you multiple times a day to suggest things you could do together. See a movie at Starcourt Cinemas, share ice cream at Scoops Ahoy, drop by the records store to browse the latest releases and listen to music at his place… Yet, there always seemed to be something coming in the way, whether it was your mom ordering you to babysit the neighbour’s son who never seemed to fall asleep, or your dad promising your grandma that you would help her clear her attic after years of putting it off.

When at last you had a day for yourself, you called him back and offered to go to the Palace first to beat some of your personal records and hopefully others too. This was your only condition and you were scared that Steve wouldn’t accept. He did, much to your surprise, obviously wanting to spend time with you above all, now that his fling with Brooke Carly was over.

And you hate Brooke Carly with every fiber of your being.

Somehow, being away for Steve, even for only two weeks, triggered something in you. As soon as you saw him pull up in the parking lot of the arcade, your heart started to race and your stomach turned into a knot. Now you noticed little things like his hairy chest and his perfume, and they were enough to distract you from everything.

Your finger twitches to direct the joystick of the machine as you squint your eyes, but press the wrong command. Again, the knight is reduced to a pile of bones. As the jingle plays, you feel someone poking you in the side. Steve is back, holding two large cups of soda.

“This is for you,” he says, handing you the cup of Coke, “and I got this for you too. I know you like ‘em.”

His fingers disappear inside his pocket before taking out a bag of peanut M&M’s, your favorite. You smile and shyly accept it.

“Thanks, Steve.”

“You’re welcome! Thought you’d need some fuel for the game. How’s it going so far?”

“Not great. Guess I’m a bit rusty.”

You bring the straw to your lips and take your first sip, pretending not to notice him staring at your mouth.

“That’s okay, I mean, I bet they don’t have that game in Sonoma, how could you have played it, right?”

You laugh and roll your eyes.

“Dragon’s Lair isn’t an Indiana-only game, c’mon. I could’ve skipped a family gathering to hang out with my cousins at the arcade there, but I didn’t. Felt too guilty.”

“Not surprised. Besides being over-competitive, you’re an absolute people pleaser.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Yes, you are!” he teases with a chuckle, poking the tip of your nose. “When was the last time you truly did something for yourself? Without caring about how other people would react or what they’d think? Mmh?”

Sighing, you rip the M&M’s bag open and bring one of the little snacks to your lips. You hate it when he’s right.

“Well, I did offer to hang out here when I know it’s not your kind of gig.”

“Oh, so you mean you didn’t care about what I’d think about coming here?”

“Not really,” you reply with a shake of the head, letting your earrings clink in your movement. “I knew you missed me too much already and that you’d accept anything I’d suggest.”

Pretending to be shocked, Steve drops his jaw and begins to tickle you. You hold on to your drink and laugh, throwing your head back as you try to push his hand away.

“You’re going to make me spill!”

Your fingers slide between his and he stops in a heartbeat, closing them around your hand and stroking the base of your thumb.

“You’re right, though,” he intones. “I did miss you.”

“So did I,” you reply, intoxicated by your proximity and the softness of his voice.

Behind you, someone coughs to catch your attention. An annoyed middle schooler stands there, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor as he glares at you through his jam jars.

“You’re done here?” he grumbles. “Some of us are here to play, not to flirt.”

“Go away, little shit,” you snap, pulling your hand out of Steve’s. “Go find another game, you see this one’s taken.”

The kid grunts and leaves, dragging his feet across the sticky floor. Steve raises his eyebrows at you, surprised by your reaction. You sip some more soda and shrug.

“People pleaser much?”

Steve laughs and sips his own drink, before resting the cup on top of the cabinet.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Really?” you ask in disbelief, stars sparkling in your eyes.

“Yeah! I mean, I’ll need directions, but we can make it work.”

You slip another coin into the machine and pick the co-op mode. After explaining the basic functions of the joystick and the buttons, you launch the game, easing him into your world. After trials and errors, he begins to immerse himself in it, testing his reflexes while chewing on his bottom lip.

Minutes pass as you two make your way through the level, dodging and turning, jumping and crouching. Without you noticing, a small crowd gathers around you, watching in awe as you progress through the game without a word, standing shoulder to shoulder. The world around you ceased to exist altogether, replaced by this delighting moment of complicity with Steve.

When you accidentally press the wrong command, the game comes to an end, greeted by sighs of disappointment from the audience. Only then do you see them, turning to face them. Within a heartbeat, the crowd dissipates, spreading across the arcade.

Steve throws his hands up and grabs his cup.

“Too bad, we did good.”

“Gnarly! Look, Steve!” you exclaim, pointing at the score flickering on the screen. “We’re number one!”

His eyes round as marbles, he leans in and blinks in disbelief.

“We made it.”

His jaw drops and he begins to jump up and down, giving you a high five.

“We made it!”

You tilt your head back and shake the M&M’s bag above it, letting them roll and drop into your mouth. As you chew, your hand begins to type in a name for the record screen, only to be stopped by Steve’s hiss.

“We can’t do that. We can’t register it.”

“What?” you frown. “What do you mean? We’ve scored the highest!”

“Look at number two.”

Your eyes follow his finger as you read the name below yours.

“Dustin.”

“Yeah, we can’t do that to him. I can’t do that to him,” he says, shaking his head. “He’d kill me if he knew.”

“It’s just a game, Steve, c’mon!”

“Oh now it’s just a game?”

You grunt and erase the name you’ve already entered.

“You know that even if I remove it, the score will still appear, right?”

“I know, it’s just… he’s worked so hard, man. Gotta give it to him.”

“Okay, I’ve got an idea.”

The joystick clicks as your finger toys with it. Steve’s eyes follow the letters forming on the board, until you finish typing in Dustin’s name.

“There. Better?”

“I don’t know, it’s bogus. He didn’t score that.”

“That he knows of,” you chuckle with a wink.

“You know I’ll have to tell him the truth one day, right?”

“I get it.”

Steve shrugs and you confirm the name, letting the menu screen resume. You sip your soda until the cup is empty. As the two of you march towards a trash can to throw it away before trying another game, Keith comes up to you.

“We’re closing.”

“What? It’s not even five yet!”

“Maintenance today.”

“You could’ve put a sign somewhere, man,” Steve says, pointing at the door.

“Don’t make the rules. Out.”

Before he can snap at him, you wrap your arm around his and lead him to the exit, waving at Keith. Once outside, Steve grabs his sunglasses and puts them on.

“What’s the plan, now?”

“I don’t know. My only condition was to go to the arcade first, but now that’s done. You’re free to choose.”

“I’ve got an idea. Seems only fair to me,” he smirks. “Get in the car, I’ll take you there.”

Without asking questions, you wait for him to unlock the door. You jump into the passenger seat and buckle in, eager to find out what he’s planned for the two of you. The car pulls out of the parking lot and drives away, progressing towards the Harringtons’ house. Framed by a thin forest, the road stretches ahead, deserted.

Steve’s finger pushes the buttons on the built-in cassette tape player, switching it on and letting the music play. Queen’s Hammer to Fall resounds through the speakers, bringing a smile to your lips. He drums his fingers on the steering wheel, mouthing the lyrics as they come, winking at you.

“Oh ev’ry night and ev’ry day, a little piece of you is falling away,” he sings, not caring whether he’s off-key.

“Focus on the road, dingus,” you chuckle. “Don’t want to die in a crash.”

“There’s much worse out there that could kill you.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

He lets out an awkward sneer and stares at the road, listening to your advice.

“So,” you break the silence, “where are you taking me?”

“To my place.”

“Wow, take me on a date first, at least!”

Steve flicks your leg.

“Not like that.”

“I know,” you say, exhaling out of your nose as you gaze outside the window, a hint of disappointment slithering into your voice. Not that you want to take it this far with Steve, you don’t want to be yet another one of his meaningless flings. No. A part of you, deep inside, wants more. And you know you’ll never have that. Steve’s still head over heels for Nancy Wheeler. How could you forget?

In spite of his sunglasses, you can tell that Steve is observing you from the corner of his eye. You decide to ignore it, pressing your forehead against the fresh glass of the window instead.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, visibly concerned.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Right. I thought I could introduce you to shooting hoops, since you introduced me to Castle Lair.”

“Dragon’s Lair,” you correct him with a grin. “Sounds fine to me. I promise I’ll suck at it.”

“Not if I’m here to teach you.”

You laugh at his self-induced ego boost and admire the landscape of good old Hawkins. When at last Steve pulls up in the driveway of his house, you see that his parents’ cars are gone.

“Just the two of us today,” you say.

“They’re never here anyway.”

He turns off the engine and slips out of the car, followed by you. You bypass the BMW and find yourself pulled against Steve as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, planting a kiss in your curled hair. You rest your head on his shoulder as he leads you inside, before pulling away to hang your jacket onto the coat rack.

“Wanna drink something?”

“No, thanks.”

“Okay. Wanna start playing already?”

“Sure!”

You follow him through the corridor and the kitchen and into the garden. As you walk around the house, you see a basketball net screwed into the wall above the garage door. With the tip of his shoe, Steve kicks the ball tucked underneath into his hands.

“Okay, have you ever shot hoops?”

“Yeah.”

“So you know where to aim?”

“I have to aim?”

Lifting the corner of his lips into a smirk, Steve chuckles and grabs your hand, positioning you near the net and putting the ball between your hands. He adjusts your stance, his perfume reaching your nostrils once more, filling your lungs with pure bliss. Once he’s done, he stands behind you and presses his cheek against yours, pointing at the rectangle painted above the hoop.

“See that rectangle? See the screws too?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Aim at the top right screw. Or the back of the rim.”

Drawing a shaky breath, you close one eye and focus on the rim. You bend your arms so that the back of your fingers graze your chest, then push, watching the ball fly towards the hoop, but bounce out.

“Aw, too bad! Try again.”

“Told you I sucked.”

“Tsk-tsk, I want none of that. C’mon.”

He trots up to the ball and grabs it, dribbling back to you. You take it from his grip and aim at the screw he had pointed out earlier. Again, you shove the ball away from you, but the ball rolls around the rim and falls out.

Feeling like an idiot and ashamed to be failing this way before him, you wrap your arms around yourself. Steve retrieves the ball and sees the disappointment on your face.

“Hey, that’s okay! You haven’t done it in so long, it’s normal to be off at first. Want me to show you?”

“Sure. But if I fail, I’d rather watch you shoot.”

“Deal. But you won’t.”

He runs up to you and wraps himself around you. You feel his breath swirling down your collarbone as his cheek grazes past yours again. You sense the shy beads of sweat forming on the surface of his freshly-shaved skin, adding on to his musky scent. You close your eyes, taking it in while trying to calm your heartbeat. You let him adjust your stance again, hardly listening to the comments he mutters. You try to think of something — anything — else that could drain your cheeks from the pinkness settling in.

“Okay, you’re good to go,” he whispers, wrapping his hands around your arms. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

Your limbs follow his movement, launching the ball towards the back of the rim. The ball bounces once before falling into the net. Steve pumps his fist in the air and turns to you, his arms still wrapped around you.

“See? Not bad at all.”

“I’m not the one who scored, King Steve.”

He rolls his eyes and leans in to peck your cheek. At the same time, you turn your head and jolt as his lips narrowly escape yours. You stare at each other for what seems to be an eternity, your gazes bouncing from the other’s lips to their eyes. He squeezes you against his torso, his fingers finding their way to yours.

His breath blows against your mouth, exhilarating. He gulps and whispers, breaking the silence.

“Can I… Can I try something?”

“What is it?”

“You’ll see.”

Seized by panic yet melting into his touch, you nod. He shuts his eyes, the tip of his nose brushes against your skin and his lips meet yours in a tender embrace. The knot in the pit of your stomach undoes itself and releases millions of butterflies as you throw your arms around his neck, cupping a hand around his square jawline. He lets out a moan and keeps kissing you, bringing you closer to him and holding on to you as though you were a lifeline.

Colors pop under your eyelids as realisation dawns upon you.

You’re kissing Steve Harrington.

After all the tales he’d told of his failing flings, you never thought he would ever be interested in you. Before this day, he never truly displayed any sign pointing at anything farther than simple friendship. While you’ve been burning for him for a while, although repressing it, the kiss triggers fireworks in your heart.

Steve parts from your lips and smiles.

“Wow.”

“I thought you loved Nancy,” you whisper bluntly, even if you know it might jeopardise the moment.

“Uh, with all due respect and even if she's a friend, screw Nance,” he says, burying his hand in your hair and kissing you again, increasing the intensity with each stroke of his bottom lip. “It’s you I want.”

A moan muffled by your mouth upon his resounds, making your heart leap inside your chest. Your hand searches for his chin, resting the tip of your fingers under it.

“Steve?” you breathe out between two kisses.

“Yeah?”

“I think I love you.”

Steve pulls away and observes your face, expressionless, panting from the rush of adrenaline. He shakes his head and brings your face to his again.

“Thought you’d never say it.”

“How did you know?”

“I didn’t. I just hoped I’d hear it one day.”

“Why?”

The corners of his lips rise as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Because I love you. More than anything else in the world.”

[toptensupakorn]

10 BL Boys I Want Carnally

or as close to that as i can get, tagged by @bunnakit !

i had to look deep in my soul and tumblr gifs for this so please enjoy the boys, under a cut to keep the mystery alive for two more seconds

i am very ace so the concept is nebulous, let's just say i feel some type of way... and if you see me call these men my sons it's bc they are, ty for your time <3 also the order is kinda eehhhh general idea, i don't actually keep a mental list it took me hours to make this one 😭

10. pete (kiss me again/dark blue kiss)

do not ask me why idk either... there's just Something i can't explain. also it was between him and knock from together with me so i'm choosing the one that committed less crimes, anyway *holds him up like a potato* i just think he's neat

9. vegas (kinnporsche)

my little meow meow,, my explanation for most of these is just "do i not have eyes", but some (like vegas) are special jsjs in his case kp was the first thai bl i watched, as soon as he became remotely relevant i was obsessed with him and then a rewatch made me finally fall into thai bl as a whole so... thank you for your service

8. gong gil (the king and the clown)

my baby my darling my angel and the reason i even know about lee joongi, the actor i've been following the longest that i remember. i haven't watched tkatk in a while so i don't remember the details that well but i've always loved him, pretty sure he's my first bl boy too

7. xie'er (word of honor)

does he count? is this cheating? idc he's staying either way, MY XIE'ER 😭 will never get over him or his killer eyeliner

6. gaipa (moonlight chicken)

possibly the cutest 30yo man out there, that alone endeared me to him but also the way he is with his mother is just so 🥺 he's so special to me (also the fact that he's 30 AND cute as heck it's just so personal to me)

5. wen (moonlight chicken)

god i wish i could explain what he DOES TO MY BRAIN. some of it is the mix effect but i was normal about mix before wen so... he's so beautiful so magnetic i want to bite him

4. black (not me)

listen- he's my lil murder raccoon i know there's plenty of reasons for him to be as angry as he is for the 90% of his screen time and they're all sad but he's just so attractive like that (even though i'm more of a white girlie most of the time)

3. karan (cherry magic th)

i've only had him for two eps but if anything happened to him i would kill everyone in this room and then myself, etc. he's perfect and a nerd and i would love him for any of those two things alone, but they're combined into such a gentle beautiful (inside and out) and sensitive character i jsut love him so much

2. way (pit babe)

so i am definitely not babe, here supporting way's rights and wrongs from day 1. is he pretty? yes. is he evil? quite possibly. do i still want him? also yes. he hasn't touched me so pretty sure his big sad eyes are doing something. to me.

1. sand (only friends)

The Only Man, which is how my non bl friends know him bc i've apparently called him 'the only man i would like if i liked men' more than once ? HIM

special entry: tharn (the sign), yeah this one is definitely cheating

(using the only gif i've made of him so far which isn't great for this but...)

he's so tiny and efficient... like a fiat 500

if you see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged by me <3

[incorrectcomicbookquotes]

Incorrect Manga Quote 29

(Quirkless Deku AU)

Kirishima: So if I understand what you're saying, Midoriya, you have a file on how to take down each member of Class 1-A? I thought we were all friends!

Midoriya: I'm sorry, Kirishima, but in a world where people have quirks that can control your mind, it's a necessary evil.

Bakugou: Well, for the sake of transparency, you better tell us these plans! Otherwise how can we trust a quirkless deku like you?!

Asui: Ribbit, yeah, it's only fair.

Midoriya: Fine. But please understand that these were always meant to be used as a last resort. Kacchan, for you, I have invented a special spray that would clog all of your pores to prevent you from excreting your explosive sweat. And if all else fails, it would ignite it under your skin.

Bakugou: You shitty nerd!

Midoriya: For you, Tsu, I would trap you inside a super-cooled room, forcing you into eternal hybernation.

Asui: Ribbit, so cruel!

Midoriya: For you, Ida, I had to dig a little deep into your personal life. I would convince you that your brother was in danger using a model decoy. And when you went to check on him, you'd be too distracted to notice my trap.

Ida: My god!

Midoriya: For you see, I would be hiding behind a boulder holding a rope. And on the other end of the rope would be an anvil hanging directly above you.

Ida: What?

Midoriya: I would then let go of the rope, dropping the anvil, and knocking you out. As for Kirishima-

Ida: Wait, wait, wait, wait! That was just a Road Runner sketch!

Kirishima: Oh, my god! That totally was!

Midoriya: What? No, what? I don't - what're you talking about?

Ida: The anvil. And the boulder with the rope. That's- that's literally just a Road Runner bit! That's a cartoon trap! That's how you're going to stop me?

Bakugou: Yeah! Like, not that it's a competition or anything, but you were gonna clog my pores and then blow me up, but with him you were just gonna fucking go all Wile E. Coyote?!

Midoriya: No! No. Look, I don't know what you're all talking about. I came up with this idea completely on my own. I even ran simulations on this-

Kirishima: What simulations? Looney Tunes?

Midoriya: Y'know what? It's fine! I have more than one plan for each of you! For instance, you may be fast, Ida, but what if I told you I know a way to catch up with you? A way to be just as fast as you are-

Ida: Is it tying yourself to a giant rocket?

Midoriya: ... it would still totally work-

Ida: What are you talking about?!

Asui: Oh, my god!

Kirishima: These are literally just Road Runner sketches you're using!

Midoriya: I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know what a road runner is.

Ida: Midoriya, you can just admit you ran out of ideas-

Midoriya: DEKU NEVER RUNS OUT OF IDEAS! You guys have all your quirks with their cool powers! All I have is my mind! I've gotta be good at something! I've gotta be good at this!

Bakugou: Shit, sorry, Deku. We didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

Ida: Y-yeah, I'm sorry, Midoriya, I - uh -give it one more try! I'm sure you can come up with something good!

Midoriya: O-okay, yeah, just one more. Ahem. I know everything about you, Ida! Your dreams, your hopes, your aspirations... and your fears. The fear of losing your brother! The fear of not being fast enough to help those when they need it most!

Ida: Oh, god...

Midoriya: I would paint a tunnel on the side of a cliff-

Ida: Oh, my god.

Midoriya: -because you would run into the tunnel, thinking it was a real tunnel-

Kirishima: You're not making any sense!

Midoriya: -and it would hurt really bad and you'd fall down unconscious!

Ida: Well, what if I ran into the tunnel, and it became an actual tunnel, but when you tried to follow me it turned back into a cliff?

Midoriya: ... the simulations did warn me of that-

Bakugou: THIS IS JUST LOONEY TUNES! THIS IS JUST WILE E. COYOTE!

[lilikags]

hellooo i saw you ask about that one code snippet you rbed and as the local compsci student let me answer your question ^^ i think what you saw was python! i learned c first too and the syntax change is kind of weird? but many newer languages are starting to use this kind of style where you ommit the whole () {} and even the ; at the end. the scope of your if is everything that you have indented after it. as soon as you go back to the normal indentation, it stays outside of the if. kiiinda like this

python depends on how deep you tab your stuff, if i'm not mistaken. it lets you code faster but it's easy to get lost if you have many ifs inside of each other buuut they say it's really good for beginners! i'm still learning python tho

so yeah, this was your local coding nerd rant (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) if you ever have any doubts about it feel free to ask <3

YEEE TY NYA i have never seen python so it was like me seeing this cute little animal for the first time that i know is similar to the ones i have (c & html) but its so different. look so different,... craz

i immediately went onto w3schools and discovered le python (not that i haven't heard of it before)

ALSO I SAW THAT ELSE IF BECAME ELIF BUT THAT LITERALLY IS ONE OF MY FRIENDS NAMES gosh

will need to get used to no ; and () and {} and instead tabbing ?! thats so crazy to me like how do how how how how eats that (its simple. just weird to me)

though i do know how ANNOYING it is to miss a semicolon and never realize it go what feels like forever before you find it and you hit your head on the wall because thats the worst thing ever \

OR NOT KNOWING HOW MANY BRACKETS TO HAVE.... when you have }}}); on one line or something its like. what is that whats wrong wheres my error whats unmatched (screeeeeeeches)

[youryanderedaddy]

Love Fuel

Summary: You were Jason’s first love before you broke his heart and rejected him. It’s all your fault that he can’t move on.

Tw: female reader, obsessive behavior, incel behavior, nice guy behavior, self - hatred, threats of non-con, implied non - con, implied masturbation, bullying based on appearance (not reader), deregatory language, kidnapping, misogyny, generalizations, stalking

this is a hot mess but its 1 am and i am tired, ik that incels are bad irl (obviously), but this is fiction and I kinda wanted to explore the dynamic and shit. 

Everyone used to call him JJ or The-Big-Jay back in high school. Well, most of the time his classmates weren’t really calling out to him or even talking to him, the names were whispered behind his back, after he had just passed the hallway, or on bad days - right to his face. The jocks, these dumb motherfuckers, would beat him up, mock him for whatever stupid reasons they had chosen to use as an excuse to torment the smaller and weaker. The popular girls would giggle like brainless bimbos as Kyle or Brad or any other football player stole his glasses or continuously punched him in the guts until he threw up all over the floor. Even the nerds, the kids at the bottom of the school hierarchy, messed with Jason from time to time when they wanted to feel the oh - so desired rush of power they so rarely managed to experience. 

Looking back, Jason could see why his classmates hated him so much - he was everything that society deemed as wrong and unattractive. He was thin, pale, “scrawny” as the others called him, on the shorter side, and on top of that the teen was terribly shy and introverted, never having the guts to stand up to his bullies or even tell someone about the abuse. The male spent most of his free time at home, playing hours upon hours of video games, watching anime and reading books he was simply too young to understand or look critically at. As he grew older, the man began to view the world as it trully was - a dark, miserable place that ate up sore losers like him. Men were primitive and foolish, which somehow managed to soften their faults. Women, on the other hand, were  calculative and manipulative, greedy and sinful. His whole life they had done nothing but reject him when he needed love and support the most. Of course, there were many other reason why the brunette detested the weaker sex. In his eyes women were evil two - faced sluts, showing off their bodies yet acting innocent and hurt once someone finally decided to use them for the only thing they were actually good for.

But you Jason hated the most. You reminded him that no matter how much he hated the outside world, he would always hate himself the most. He had to admit you were pretty, painfully so, with a perfect little body to match your looks and a sweet sugary smile that almost deceived him years ago. As much as the man regretted his weakness, he had fallen right into your trap at the time.

You weren’t the most popular girl, but you had your fair share of friends, all nice and loyal like puppies. You weren’t the smartest either, but unlike the other stupid giggling sluts you always tried to do your best. You were beautiful just like them but you were actually kind to the pathetic bullied kid no one else bothered to acknowledge even existed outside of being a punching bag. You always asked him whether he was alright and often took him to the infirmary when he looked paler and sicker than usual. You talked to him as if he was a normal human being and despite the initial doubt, Jason appreciated it. 

It was the last day of your senior year when the teen finally gained the courage to confess. He was shaking the whole time and by the end of his little speech there were small tears in the corner of his eye. You were the first girl the male cared about, the first one to show him kindness, to offer him friendship without asking for something in return. You were the only one who could make him feel deserving of love, worthy of affection. And then you took it all away in a matter of seconds.

“I am sorry, bud.” You had said that day after giving him a  half - hearted hug and an apologetic smile, that started to seem more and more like a mocking grin the longer the teen started at you. “I already have a boyfriend, but I am really flattered. I am sure that you will find a lovely girl once you start college.” You had added quickly, cheerfully, rubbing the salt all over his wounds, honey dripping from your plump red lips. He had wanted to kiss them, bruise them, bite them until your stupid lying mouth was filled with blood. Obviously you didn’t have a boyfriend or he would have known by now, he stalked your social media religiously after all. Even if you had one, he probably treated you like shit. And how could you even suggest him finding another woman? As if he wanted any of the stupid money - grabbing sluts out there. As if some of them could replace you.

The boy was too furious to form a proper response besides “Fuck you, bitch”. His cheeks turned red and he didn’t realise that the bitter words had escaped his lips before he could stop them, then his legs took him far away from that shithole of a school. He didn’t manage to see your reaction before running away but it didn’t matter anymore. You were just like the others. 

***

That day Jason swore to show you just how small and insignificant you had made him feel. He wanted to see you crumble, cry and beg for forgiveness, desperate for his love but never good enough to get it. The man formed a plan to change himself and come back for you once he had erased each and every trace of his past. The brunette came to terms with his terrible social anxiety and decided that he needed to gain social abilities more than anything. That’s why, as much as he dreamt of working from home as a boring programmer with an even more boring, but flexible working schelude, the male chose to study something that involved a lot more human interactions. The next step was to hit the gym for the first time and get a monthly subscription. It wasn’t hard to see that females nowadays liked brain - dead athletes with defined jawline and cheekbones, toned chests and strong muscled bodies, so if he wanted to impress you, he had to look his best. It wasn’t easy at first - it felt like everyone in the fitness salon had their eyes on his weak frame, laughing and pointing their fingers at his imperfections, but things gradually got better as time went on. The trainings became easier to get through and from time to time they even helped the man forget about his loneliness and nihilism. 

Jason soon returned to his old habbit of spending hours looking through your accounts - Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, he knew all of your usernames, each post, every picture and text. He couldn’t believe how much of a desperate attention whore you had become over the years. The male remembered you in your long brown skirts, cozy sweatshirts and pure-white shirts, all the gray buttons closed to the very top, blushing, laughing, smiling like the adorable Goody-two-shoes you were. Now you were smirking seductively in every photo, overconfident and vibrant, flaunting your tits for every man to see and wearing tight little dresses that barelly covered your ass combined with heels so high and sharp they could be used as a weapon. You were such a stupid slut it was disgusting, and he couldn’t stop himself from jerking off every single time he saw your pretty little face on the screen. He wanted to cum down your throat so badly it was ridiculous, and even after knowing that you had probably already had hundreds of cocks shoved deep inside your pussy, the brunette still wished to see you split open on his, taking his lenght like a good little cocksleeve. 

***

The moment when he could see you again finally came. How many years had passed since graduation - five, ten, fifthteen? It hardly mattered. Jason was successful, at last. The male had his own business that was doing surprisingly well, there were some guys from the gym he could call friends and the best thing, he looked absolutely unrecognizable. There was nothing left of the tiny scrawny kid with quiet voice that everyone stepped over, he was now replaced by a strong capable man, determined to get what was rightfully his and his alone.

It wasn’t hard to find you since the brunette knew everything about you - where your job was, what time you finished, how long it took you to go home and what path you took. You lived alone and worked as a barista in a small local cafe even now that you had finished your studies in your dream faculty. Turns out the princess wasn’t so great and smart after all, having to resort to working a minimal - wage job day and night just to be able to pay her rent. Jason was absolutely delighted though, he loved your stupid dead - end job and your endless struggles to survive in the materialistic world honestly and fairly without selling yourself like a common whore. On one hand the male was happy that you had clung onto your last bit of innocence and on the other your pitiful lifestyle gave him the chance to snatch you away much easier. And that’s exactly what he did.

 ***

You woke up confused just like he had expected, bombarding him with questions, asking him who he was was, begging him to let you go, to at least explain what’s happening. You were so dumb, but God, you were still so pretty, if not prettier than before. You cried so beautifully when Jason told you you belonged to him now and you cried even more when he slammed his cold rough lips over yours in a deep wet kiss. You whimpered and whined while the male sucked on your lower lip and bit down, good, he wanted it to hurt. The stalker couldn’t wait to be inside you, he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

He climbed on top of you and pinned your wrists to the floor before tying them up with delicate red rope and tightening it. It wasn’t like the man was scared of you slipping away and hurting him, you were too weak and tiny to stand a chance against his years of power - lifting and muscle - training anyways, he just wanted you to be as uncomfortable and squirmish as possible. Your tormentor wished for you to be in worse pain than he had been during his youthful years, and he knew exactly what to do. Next thing you knew Jason had ripped your dress apart, leaving you vulnerable and exposed in just your plain old panties and bra. Cold shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air hit your naked flesh and you finally realized there wasn’t getting away from this. You had to stay there, limbs bound together, unable to move or fight back, the stranger’s hands caressing your neck before moving dangerously close to your clothed breasts. You felt so sick you were going to throw up for sure if your abductor didn’t step back so you decided to use your last resort.

“Jason, please stop!” You screamed out of the blue, forcing the brunette to freeze instantly at the use of his birth name. You had already called him a pervert and a psycho which didn’t seem to faze him, but the name clearly caught him off guard. This only seemed to prove your theory further - the man really was your former classmate, despite the only similarity between them being the dark distant look in his eyes. “I beg you, don’t hurt me!” You continued, hoping to at least buy yourself more time before the assault took place. 

He gulped loudly and stared at your quivering form. The impossible had happened, you had recognized him and now together with fear, there was also pity in your gaze, the one emotion your captor absolutely despised. You used to be the only one who pitied him, and even now that he was bigger, better and stronger than before, you still had the guts to pity him. It drove him insane but any attempt to hurt or touch you was fruitless now - your soft skin was suddenly burning his fingers like hellfire. 

“You must be thinking that I am a monster.” Jason started out dryly, chuckling bitterly, humorlessly even. He clenched his fists unconsciously and brought them to the floor in a fit of rage, missing your head by mere inches. Your heart was beating like crazy and you only hoped the mandman couldn’t hear it. “A freak.” The man spat out the word like it was a curse and for a split second his eyes softened before turning into two spinning torches. “Right?” You were sure that if looks could kill, his would have you dead by the end of the night so you quickly nodded your head no.

“You are lying to me again, pretty girl.” The brunette replied feisty, "pretty” rolling off his tongue like an insult. Then he broke into hoarse maniac laugher and lowered his head so his face leveled up with yours, so close you could feel his warm breath on your tear - stained cheek. “When I am done with you, you wouldn’t be so pretty anymore, darling.” Your captor growled and attacked your neck, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh. “You will see exaclty how ugly my love is.”

[blushblushheadcanons]

You got what you wanted, lil bit request of Nimh/Volks ship

Let's just say, what Nimh and Volks would do if they were living together :')

Also, apologize if my English isn't good enough, since I'm Estonian

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also your english is fine!! I'm brazillian so it isn't my first language either ajsnksn

TW: tooth-rooting mushy ass gay shit

♡ Nimh x Volks Domestic Headcanons ♡

Yknow that thing early in the morning when one person is making breakfast at the stove and the other one just hugs them from behind and burries their head in their shoulder? Yeah, that. Nimh is always the one making the food though, since Volks can't cook for shit.

Nimh has a tendency to hum or sing while in the kitchen. Obviously wolf boy would never admit it, but his heart grows like three sizes everytime he hears it.

Nimh tends to wake up very early, and is already full of energy when he does so (yes, he spends a good 20 minutes admiring his boyfriend while he sleeps before actually getting up). Meanwhile Volks can very well sleep until 3 PM if no one bothers to wake him up, and is really grumpy for a while after.

Nimh is very organized and keeps the house tidy. Homeboy is the definition of a malewife.

Volks would also never admit how touch and attention starved he is. He likes being spoiled, even if it makes him embarrassed cause "he can take care of himself". Also, don't tell anyone, but he likes to be the little spoon every now and then. It makes him feel safe.

Neither of them are much into PDA, so dates are normally inside watching a movie together. Nimh reading for Volks until he falls asleep isn't uncommon either.

Though they've been living together for years, they're not in a rush to make things too serious or put a title in their relationship. Closest they ever got was the one time in a blue moon that they actually went out for a dinner date and Volks asked for a table for "him and his husband" and almost had an aneurysm after he realized what he just said.

The thought of having a kid does come up every now and then in conversations, though they keep it casual. Volks keeps a front that he wants a son but deep down he wants a daughter he can spoil and treat like a princess. He's a softie, what can I say?

Nimh says he doesn't care either way as long as it's with him. It was one of the few times Volks got so flustered he was actually speechless for a little while.

In the mean time, they settled for adopting a cat. Volks wanted a dog and Nimh wanted something smaller like a bird or a rabbit, but he saw this little stray kitten wandering around their house and couldn't contaim himself. She is very spoiled and well cared for. (They ended up naming her "Athena", since Volks wanted a striking name and Nimh is a history and mythology nerd definitely not projecting on Nimh here idk what you're talking about)

Another one of those moments where Volks incredibly soft is when he comes home from work and finds Nimh laying on the couch, either reading a book or cuddling up with Athena. He barely takes his shoes off before crawling on top of his boyfriend and resting his head on his chest. They've both spend a few nights sleeping on the couch like this, neither of them willing to get up.

[vecnawrites]

With Emerald's defection, she seems to think she needs to make up for her past transgressions, especially to Jaune. Jaune says the only thing he wants is to have Pyrrha back, even if it's just for one night. Well, Emerald can give him just that. Offering herself up to Jaune and disguising herself as the Mistrali Champion means she won't be able to walk for a few days, but if it gets her on Jaune's good side, it's a pain well worth it.

Emerald didn’t know how she was going to do this. The guilt was practically killing her at this point. She had always felt guilt over what had happened at the Vytal festival, what with the gynoid being destroyed (although it seemed that did nothing in the long run, since the innocent android was now fully human and taking hugs from everyone she could, even her, the very one that had gotten her ‘killed’ at the Vytal Festival), the Grimm being loosed within the Kingdom of Vale, and Pyrrha Nikos being murdered by her ex-leader, Cinder. Of all these things, she knew which one haunted the blonde leader of JNPR the most.

She didn’t know how anyone else didn’t notice...or maybe they did notice and just ignored it. How hurt, how broken he was. It wasn’t hard to hear him, crying in his dreams, stifled yells as he woke up in the middle of the night. That night almost two years ago now still haunted him. It haunted her, too. She had just thought that Cinder wanted power and a relic, she didn’t think she was going to do all...all that! She herself had nightmares for months after the event.

How had it come to that? She despised how Cinder had preyed on her desire for any type of love and acceptance, but knew that she had fallen for it because Cinder had told her what she wanted to hear. How working with her would keep her clothed in the best finery, belly full with the finest food, never sleep in the elements again...all she had to do was listen to her and do what she asked. Simple.

Except it wasn’t. Emerald was a thief, she had no shame in admitting she did what she had to in order to survive on the streets of Vacuao, but she had scruples. She never took from those who couldn’t afford it, and she had never killed. She didn’t want that stain on her soul...but it was a bit late for that now, she supposed. She had inadvertently helped kill and displace thousands. The stain on her soul would never leave. That pained her more than she could say.

But what hurt the most...was something that she heard him say. She was fairly sure he hadn’t meant for anyone to hear it, but she had been close enough to. They had been talking about what they would ask for if they could use the staff for anything they wanted...and she heard him whisper something heartbreaking.

“I just want Pyrrha back, even if it’s just for one night only…” she felt her own heart shrivel and break for him…

...which was why she was here, in front of his bedroom door, wrapped in a bathrobe. She waited until now, when everyone was asleep, so no one would interfere with what she was about to do. Swallowing deeply, she reached out and slowly opened the door.

The bedroom was dark, and would have been pitch black had it not been for the pale moonlight that cast a silvery sheen through the room, across the bed, highlighting the young man that had been filling her thoughts. Her heart thumped hard, pounding against her ribcage, the sound filling her ears, seemingly so loud that she was surprised that Jaune wasn’t shooting upwards with his sword in his hand.

Taking a few steps further into the room, Emerald closed the door and locked it behind her, not wanting anyone to decide tonight was the night they wanted to check in on him and see what she was about to do. It would likely destroy any headway she had made with earning their trust.

Swallowing, she loosened the knot tying her robe together, and let it slide off her body and flutter to the floor surrounding her ankles, exposing her bare body. Her large breasts capped with dark nipples, graceful frame, wide flaring hips, bubbly rear, and graceful legs combined to make a beautiful body that practically any male and some females would beg to worship.

But this body wasn’t the one that was going to be used tonight. Focusing that little part of her mind, Emerald activated her semblance and wrapped it around the still sleeping blonde in his bed, making her skin whiten, her breasts and butt shifting just a bit, her nipples turning a bright pink and her rear taking on more of a heart shape, her green hair growing longer and forming in a ponytail, turning to a burning red color, as her crimson eyes changed to the bright green of her namesake.

She supposed she should be grateful she shared group showers with the champion. She wouldn’t trust her own imagination with something like this. Swallowing roughly, she gently walked over to the bed and began to peel the blanket back, a flush coming to her cheeks unbidden as she revealed the surprising fact that Jaune apparently slept commando when alone.

She remembered him as a skinny nerd back at Beacon...but that obviously wasn’t the case now. Broad, defined muscles lay atop his body, almost as if he had been sculpted out of stone, the odd scar marring the skin here and there, telling her of the battles he had faced, that he had survived.

Her eyes trailed further down his body, seeing a firm six pack of muscles on his abdomen, leading to the defined ‘v’ shape of his hips, down to...oh my.

Emerald swallowed hard, staring down at the utterly massive endowment that lay between his thighs. Even completely limp against his inner thigh, he was a full six inches at least. She could only imagine his full size...but she didn’t have to. After all, in a few minutes, that would likely be in her. And that thought led to why she was grateful that she had procured birth control. His balls were huge.

She had to hand it to the blonde. Girls would have been flocking to him to ride something like this back at Beacon, but save Ni-Pyrrha, and Ruby, most considered him something of a joke. Meaning he hadn’t been bragging about it or even letting anyone know about what was between his legs.

Licking her lips, she slowly reached out and grasped the shaft of soft flesh, hefting it in her hand. She shuddered. Even completely soft, it was hot, and twitched against her palm, growing as she slowly moved her fingers along it. She swallowed back a wave of saliva as it stretched out and thickened, becoming erect in her massaging hand, reaching a length of over ten inches, feeling his heartbeat throb through it.

Climbing quietly into the bed next to the still miraculously sleeping young man, Emerald held his shaft gently while pulling him close. She hoped that doing this would help him…“Jaune? Jaune...time to wake up, sleepy head~” she murmured softly, her voice having changed to the gentle lit of Pyrrha’s. She rubbed his cock gently in her palm, already getting wet just from the thought of having this thick shaft of meat inside her...focus! This wasn’t about her pleasure, this was about helping Jaune move on...her eyes snapped to the blonde’s face as she groaned softly in his sleep, his eyes moving and twitching as he slowly began to awaken. She swallowed, her heart racing as bright blue eyes peeked open sleepily, glancing about half awake, before locking on her and sharpening, although still retaining that haze-like quality of being half asleep.

“Pyrrha? You’re...you’re here?” his voice was a thick rumble, making her quiver softly, praying she’d be strong enough to give him what he needed, what she had been a part of selfishly taking away. Instead, she forced a smile to her face.

“Hello again!” she said, her voice as cheerful as she could muster, seeing blue eyes sharpen with recognition, even as he stayed half asleep. She marveled at that, but then, she knew that he wasn’t sleeping well at all, having deep bags underneath his eyes that everyone saw, but no one spoke of. “I’m here for you Jaune...I...I’m so proud of you...you’ve truly become the Hunter I knew you could be.” she saw a lazy smile form on his face, enthusiastic, even if exhausted.

“I’m sorry, Jaune, but I can’t stay longer than tonight…” she hated herself when she saw the sorrow creep into his face, leading her to leaning down and kissing him on the lips gently, pumping his shaft gently with her hand, watching redness fill his face when she pulled back. His mouth worked, opening and closing as his eyes moved down, taking in her-Pyrrha’s body.

“I’m here to help you, Jaune...you’ve been in pain so long…” Emerald moved them so Jaune was lying on his bad and she straddled him, letting him see the entirety of Pyrrha’s body. She gently placed one of her hands on his chest, feeling the heavy thump, thump, thump of his heart beneath her palm, making her smile. “You’ve gone through so much...I may only have tonight, but I will help you move on…” she whispered.

Slowly, she rested her wet pussy on his cock and began to grind it, seeing his sleepy eyes becoming more alert as the signals of pleasure rushed through his body. “Just relax, Jaune...let me help you…” she murmured, shivering as she felt her lips spreading, trying feebly to wrap completely around his length, even as it lay pressed against his belly.

She forced herself to stay strong, to make sure her semblance stayed up and active. This wasn’t about her, she reminded herself. This was about helping Jaune move on. Any pleasure she earned was inconsequential.

“I can’t take away all the pain from you, but I can do this...please accept it, Jaune...I want you to not feel the guilt anymore...Cinder and Salem are to blame.” she said, barely biting back the urge to add her own name to the list of the damned, but she knew that he might protest, and honestly she didn’t want him getting too animated or perceptive. He might figure out the ruse.

Rising up, she swallowed as his cock sprung straight, throbbing mightily and brushing her damp labia. Reaching down, she grasped the thick stalk of flesh and wiggled her hips, slowly beginning to slide down, biting down the whimper that she wanted to release. Fuck, he had a battering ram attached to him! And while she wasn’t a virgin by any means (living on the streets meant you used any weapon you had to get what you needed), it had been years...and he was definitely the biggest she had ever been with...a thick groan spilled from her lips as her hips met Jaune’s, her core clenching tightly around the thick flesh within her.

Swallowing, she rubbed Jaune’s chest, before slowly lifting her lower body bit by bit, her pussy quivering around his cock as she pulled herself up, breasts heaving as she panted, looking down at the drowsy, but alert young man. “So much bigger...than I imagined…” she choked out. Fuck, she wasn’t going to be able to walk straight for days! She’d have to come up with some excuse for her limping…

She slowly moved in a rhythm, lifting and dropping her hips on that massive cock, a bubble of pleasurable warmth filling her lower belly. It was happening quickly, incredibly so, a mixture of sex for the first time in years from something other than her hand or a toy, and all the stress she had been feeling recently. Either way, she was sure to cum soon. But she ignored her own impending pleasure (doom) and instead focused on Jaune, who was becoming more active as the feelings and pleasure of sex flowed through him.

Grasping his hands, she lowered herself so their chests were pressed together and buried her face into his neck, allowing herself to focus simply on raising and lowering her hips and gauging the pleasure that Jaune was feeling. She hoped she was doing okay, though the soft moans coming from the body beneath her told her she was doing very well. She could feel that he was close to, a throbbing within her making her swallow, both welcoming and dreading what was going to come.

“I...It’s okay, Jaune…” she managed to moan. “Feel free to cum, whenever you want!” she grit her teeth as she felt that warmth beginning to suffuse throughout her body, feeling Jaune’s hands gently break away from her clutching own and move down to grab her hips, before moving down a bit further, becoming daring and roaming over her toned rear, fingers digging in as he squeezed. The throbbing within her became harder and more rapid, Jaune’s pelvis bucking upwards rapidly, letting her know that he was gonna-

“C-Cumming!” he gaspsed thoatily, and Emerald’s eyes squeezed shut, a small whine escaping her lips as she felt a pulsing wet heat shooting powerfully into her core, setting her off into her own orgasm. She whined louder, shuddering as she fought desperately to keep her semblance up with her body betrayed her, warmth suffusing through her body, her core clenching and flexing around Jaune’s cock.

She lay on top of him for several moments, before squeaking as she was suddenly rolled over so her back was against the mattress and Jaune was on top of her. He still looked half-asleep, but he was definitely alert, his eyes passionate and a small smile on his lips.

“Was too quick that time, Pyr...sorry, I’ll make it up to you…” Emerald swallowed hard as he rolled his hips, her sensitive core clenching around him. As he began to actually thrust within her, her eyes rolled up as he used strength she never knew he had...but perhaps Pyrrha had. One of the conversations she had eavesdropped on her having with Nora made so much more sense now.

x~x~x~x~x

“How did you know Jaune was so strong, Pyr-Pyr?” Emerald overheard the bubbly Valkyrie ask. She could almost see the smirk on the redhead’s face as she answered. “Well, Nora, for one thing, he carries his sword and shield around his hips with no issue. His very heavy sword and shield…” there was a beat of silence, and Emerald swore she could hear Nikos licking her lips. “Boy’s got hips like a jackhammer…” she shuddered at the almost horny tone and immediately moved away, deciding that she had heard far too much for the day…

x~x~x~x~x

Apparently Pyrrha was able to see something no one else could, squeals escaping her throat as Jaune began to really get into it, his hips going faster and faster and plowing into her core, filling her deeper and deeper, churning up the cum already within her.

‘Fuck, got to...gotta make sure he stays...in my semblance…’ Emerald whimpered as her legs swung up and around the blonde’s hips, throwing her head back as he began to truly hammer into her, his fat balls slapping into the underside of her ass, the slight sting only making the feelings flooding her body even more intense.

She opened her mouth to cry out, only for the sounds to be swallowed as her lips were claimed and her mouth utterly dominated by Jaune’s, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth and wrestling with her own. Her core flexed and rippled around his cock, as though her body was trying to milk him of cum.

Emerald’s head swam as Jaune broke the kiss between them, her swallowing a mouthful of their mixed saliva. Normally, such a thought would have disgusted her, but right now? Her fingers and toes only curled as she was sure her ass was making a divot in the mattress underneath her when he started to slam into her pussy, reshaping it to only be satisfied by his cock.

The hidden verdette whimpered. This wasn’t about her pleasure, this wasn’t about her pleasure...she heard Jaune grunting above her, felt his lips kissing her jawline and neck tenderly, smelled the tang of sweat mixed with the combination of his natural musky scent and the light perfume of the body wash he used during his shower.

Her eyes screwed shut and her jaw ground, a whine building up in her breast as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm again. She didn’t know how much longer that she could handle this...but she would, simply to ensure that Jaune could get closure.

“C-Cumming, Pyrrha!” she heard Jaune gasp into her ear, his thrust becoming stilted and stuttering as he thrust into her fully, his balls resting on her ass cheeks, feeling them pulse, tense, and lift up as her insides were filled with massive, thick jets of cum, the viscous liquid draining downwards. She swore she felt her womb becoming filled, the cum filling the small chamber, before squirming around and searching for an egg to fertilize.

Starbursts burst bright, filled her eyes as a ringing filled her ears, her core clenching hard and flexing, milking the cock inside her and working hard to draw every drop of cum from Jaune’s balls. And boy, was the blonde delivering, the bursts of cum seemingly endless, more and more and more filling her pussy and womb up with the life giving fluid. She moaned as her orgasm slowly ended, the lazy haze of afterglow filling her with a pleasant buzzing sensation.

She was knocked out of it when Jaune collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, pressing lazy, sleepy kisses along her neck, sucking and nipping at her pulse point. “I...I missed you, Pyrrha...so much…” he murmured in her ear.

Swallowing, Emerald gathered her strength in order to answer. “I...I m-missed you too, J-Jaune…” she gasped. Right. This was for him, this was for him...she inhaled sharply as Jaune rolled, cuddling her to him as they lay on their sides.

“Thank you for coming back...even if its only for tonight…” Emerald felt her heart break again at the overjoyed tone in his voice. Still she forced a smile to her face.

“I’m glad I could, Jaune...rest now, okay? I’ll stay until you fall asleep…” the door was locked, she knew she would be safe until then. A gentle kiss to her lips answered her, making her heart skip a beat. She watched as Jaune fought sleep as long as he could, but exhaustion, plus two intense orgasms and the after sex glow swiftly lulling him to sleep.

Emerald waited until she was sure Jaune was asleep, his breath evening out and slowing down, before she began to worm her way gently out of his hold, her breath hitching as she slowly pulled herself off of his cock with a muted pop, forcing aura to her pussy immediately, in an attempt to dull the stinging pain.

Glancing down at the sticky, flagging cock, Emerald fought with herself, licking her lips. “...well, I suppose it would be a bad thing for him to think that actually happened…” she whispered, leaning down and opening her mouth, gently drawing the limp shaft into her mouth and quickly cleaning it with her tongue, making sure not to do too much, lest Jaune wake up again. Still, every gasp and groan gave her a thrill.

Pulling off his squeaky clean cock, Emerald placed a gentle kiss along the tip, before carefully standing and beginning to waddle out of the room, collecting her robe as she did so. As she opened the door, she glanced over her shoulder to see Jaune sleeping peacefully, a small smile on his face.

A smile of her own on her face, Emerald made her way out, intent on getting a few hours of sleep herself.

~x~x~x~x~

Emerald sat in the living room, close enough to the others that she could still talk, but far enough that none of them would notice that she couldn’t fucking sit right. Her pussy ached like she had been punched in it, full force, no aura.

But then, Jaune did have a battering ram between his legs. Maybe he had horse faunus in his ancestry? Maybe, but that wasn’t exactly something one could just bring up in causal conversation. “Hey, Jaune? Do you have any horse faunus in your family? Why am I wondering? Well, its because I can barely walk after you almost fucked me through your mattress last night!”

She shook her head, as she heard Ruby speak. “Morning, Jaune! You’re looking-” the cape wearing scythe wielder was cut off by the bim-by Yang. “Not half-dead.” red eyes rolled upwards. Stay classy, Xiao-Long. Stay classy.

Listening, a red hue formed in her cheeks as she heard Jaune speak. “Yeah, I actually had a pleasant night’s sleep...I feel...lighter.” she ducked her head to ensure none of them saw her cheeks, staring down at her morning coffee as she remembered the previous night.

Jaune...despite thinking her to be another girl, had treated her better than any lover she had ever had before. All others had been a means to an end, to ensure some goal…she supposed this was to ensure a goal too, but it was a much better one than any of the others.

She blinked as Jaune sat by her, a cup of coffee in his own hand. “Morning, Emerald. How did you sleep?” the verdette cursed internally as her pussy twinged at his voice. She couldn’t just say, “My pussy is damn near broken from that bitch breaker you have, be more gentle next time will you?”, could she?

But she didn’t need to say anything, as Jaune leaned forwards and began to talk softly. “I want to thank you for last night.” her eyes widened in horror at the fact that she had been caught, her heart pounding in her chest so loudly that she almost missed his next words.

“I...I wanted to believe that I was fine, that I had moved on...but I had simply slapped a bandage over an open wound. Allowing me to see her...it helped in ways that I didn’t know I needed…”

Emerald began to calm down. He didn’t appear upset...or maybe he was just hiding it so he didn’t bring their dirty business up in front of people who couldn’t keep their opinions to themselves or their noses out of other’s business.

“I will admit, waking up alone sucked,” Emerald winced, “...but I understood it. I want to thank you again...and honestly?” he shrugged. “If you want to ever...hah, I’ll be blunt: Emerald, would you like to try a relationship? It can be purely physical, or we try to see if we can be romantic, whatever you want.”

Emerald was shocked. She raised her coffee and took a sip, pondering over his words. While laying in bed very early that morning, she had thought about that very notion. She had thought it laughable, after all, who would want a girl that had helped cause a kingdom’s fall? Looking at him, her gaze fell to the table. “Are...are you sure? I...you know what I’ve done…” she whispered.

She found her hand grabbed and squeezed in a pale, callused one. “Yes, you’ve done bad things, so have I. I snuck into Beacon by faking my transcripts. Its not as grand a scale sure, but neither of our slates are clean. What matters is what we do to make up for what we’ve done, and if we’re willing to forgive ourselves for our transgressions. Will you try?”

Emerald’s eyes stung and her throat tightened. Why, why couldn’t she have met this lovable goof before she had met Cinder? Things would have been so different…but he was right. She couldn’t change her past, all she could do was work towards a better future for herself.

Raising her gaze, she saw his hopeful look, and decided to give him her answer; she leaned forwards and pressed her lips against his firmly, feeling his free hand cup the back of her head and allow them to kiss better.

...and if she heard the noises of shock and confusion coming from the others, she ignored it. They weren’t important. What was important was in front of her right now.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Stalker X Stalker, Part 10

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Marinette’s collection of vigilantes in her house was still growing, somehow. You’d think it would stop with just the ones that consistently lived in Gotham, but no.

Nightwing started dropping by whenever he was in town to try and teach her escrima. She wasn’t good with them because she wasn’t used to fighting people up close, but she didn’t really think that that was the reason why they were doing it.

Still, it was fun…

(Except for that one time they’d been heading back to her house and she dropped her phone down the drain and had to beg the rat-person -- she was pretty sure Nightwing had called them Ratcatcher? -- for help. It was very traumatizing. He’d given her a new phone but she was never going to recover emotionally from that day.)

And then, a few days before Thanksgiving, Flamebird had made an appearance.

The reason why was less fun, though.

She’d opened her blinds and stared at him for a few moments. He was leaning against her fire escape, hand pressed to his stomach.

“Hey, Robin, does Flamebird usually do the Napoleon pose?”

“The…? Oh, no, he does not.”

She sighed. “Yeah, I thought so.” She swung her window open. “Hi. Nice to meet you. What happened?”

“Got stabbed.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Okay, yeah, obviously, want to elaborate?”

“Got stabbed in the stomach,” he said, after a second’s thought.

So, no, then. She shrugged to herself and let him come inside.

“Right, Robin, go get the medkit out from under my sink,” she said, pulling a hairband from her wrist and tying her hair back.

Flamebird frowned. “Can’t you just undo everything with your magic?”

“Not magic,” supplied Tikki, popping her head out of Marinette’s pocket.

“FUCK,” yelped Flamebird.

Damian made the quiet clicking sound he made whenever he was about to say something rude but Marinette cut him off with a glare and pointed him towards the bathroom. Damian grumbled a little under his breath but obeyed for fear of being thrown out.

She turned back to Flamebird. “Also, that’s not how my ‘magic’ works. If I’m not involved in a fight…” She made a ‘poof’ motion with her hands. “No miracle cure.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Man, if I’d known that I would’ve just dealt with this myself.”

“Well, it is too late for that,” said Damian, who had come back out with a medkit. “Now, sit down, we will tend to your wound.”

And they did.

(Or, rather, Marinette did. It didn’t matter if she knew, logically, that he already knew how wounds looked and how to treat them, she just didn’t feel comfortable making him help. She sent him off to play with the cat and worked on dressing it. She’d made a mistake here by doing the normal routine while stitching someone up: asking about things they liked to distract them. He said he was an ‘avid reader’, she’d laughed and said that she probably wouldn’t know any of the books he mentioned because she hardly ever read in English, and now she was apparently in a book club. That was on her, she supposed, but it was still a little irritating.)

And that was all the vigilantes. They all came over from time to time. Sometimes they’d see each other and give each other awkward smiles or actively ignore each other, but it became a constant part of her life.

But it all came to a head one seemingly regular day.

She had been walking up the stairs to her apartment with Tim, ten bags of groceries loaded onto her arms and five on his (he was to open the door), and had nearly bumped into him when he stopped suddenly.

“Cass?” He asked, confused.

She raised her eyebrows just slightly. She’d thought everyone knew about each other but, now that she thought about it, because of the scheduling Tim wouldn’t really be around when everyone else came by.

He took Cass’s arrival in stride, though, fishing his key out of his pocket and pushing the door open.

He did not take in stride the fact that Duke, Damian, and Nightwing were all inside her house already. Duke was sitting on her counter, wrapped in a blanket as he scrolled through his phone. Damian was playing with Vanelope. Nightwing was doing stretches on her floor.

“Hey, look, more people that don’t live here,” Marinette said with only a hint of bitterness.

Nightwing glanced up. “You’re out of chips.”

“Already --?!” She took a deep breath to steady herself. “Fine. Fine. I got more, anyways.”

Tim snapped out of it. He closed and locked the door quickly before sending Marinette a pout. “Alright, I can get you cheating on me with Cass, but come on,” he half joked.

Marinette rolled her eyes. “If one of the people I’m apparently cheating with is a five-year-old --.”

“TWELVE.”

“-- then I think you have more things to worry about than my serial adultery, darling.”

“... guess that’s true.”

“Also, I only buy groceries with you, so you’re clearly my favorite concubine.”

Duke grinned. “Actually --.”

“Except for that one time I asked Signal to go find ricotta because I’d forgotten it,” she conceded. “I guess he's my second favorite.”

Cass pouted and raised her hand.

“She makes a good case for herself. You’ve both been demoted,” she joked.

Tim was still pouting. Probably has something to do with going from favorite to second favorite. Who knows.

She rolled her eyes. She had bigger problems. Like her food. There were frozens and she was not going to lose her food to something as stupid and useless as the air. She waved him along as much as she could with the bags digging into her arms and started putting things away.

She tipped her head back after a second to squint at everyone. They were awkwardly staring at each other, for some reason… oh, right, they technically didn’t know each other.

“Uh, introductions, I guess. Signal, Robin, and Nightwing, meet my friends. Tim, Cass, meet my annoyances.”

Tim perked up a little at being called a friend rather than an annoyance. Problem solved. Kind of.

He set down his bags and leaned close to her ear. “So, they don’t know you know?”

“Duke does,” she mumbled back. “I’m not going to tell them about it, though, I want to see how long it takes them to notice.”

He snickered. “I can get behind that.”

“Good. You didn’t have a choice in the matter,” she joked, leaning forward to press a kiss to his nose.

She could hear Cass groan a little at the obvious affection and both Duke and Damian cringed. She fought the urge to laugh. It was just a little kiss on the nose, they didn’t have to act like it was scandalous or gross.

But, apparently, it was gross enough for Damian to grab her arm to try and pull her attention away from Tim (and physically pull her away from him, she noted, as she was forced to take a half-step back from him).

“Did you get more of my gummy bears?”

She rolled her eyes. “Did you ask for them? Did you tell me you were out?”

He looked a little put out and she felt bad enough to give up the act quickly:

“Yes, kid, I got you your weird vegan gummy bears.”

He beamed and started sifting through her bags.

She smiled fondly and ruffled his hair, ignoring the knife that was sent her way for the action with practiced ease, then started putting things away.

Everyone except Damian made their way over to help. There were no ulterior motives, they insisted, even as she watched Nightwing slip a bag of chips into Damian’s hoodie for safekeeping and Duke pocket an apple.

At least Cass and Tim were reasonably well-behaved, she thought right before she watched him split an orange with her.

~

Tim squinted at the three people below him.

Jon had come to visit because a) the no metas in Gotham rule had more or less stopped being enforced due to constant complaints from the Justice League, b) Damian needed friends his age, and c) it was Christmas and Jon was so sure that this year was going to be the year that Damian finally understood the holiday.

And, because Jon had come to visit, so had Conner. The worst part of being an older brother that Tim understood all too well.

But, now, he looked down at the three people gathered at the bottom of the stairs.

They were apparently competing to see who could be the stupidest. Steph was standing on a banister, Marinette was trying to sit on a vertical bo staff, and Conner was doing a handstand on both of their heads. It was a little shaky, what with Steph’s barely restrained laughter and the fact that bos are not meant to be balanced on and Conner trying to do tricks, but they were clearly having fun.

Tim crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the entrance to the cave. Did he have a type?

Their comms crackled to life and all three went stock-still, grins wiped from their faces briefly as they listened to see what had happened.

“I am requesting the night off to have an outing with Superboy.”

Bruce gave the grunt that meant ‘fine’.

The three relaxed now that they knew that everything was okay, quickly going back to their game. Marinette had added a surfboard. Steph was struggling with an exercise ball. Conner was slowly taking off fingers.

Tim sighed to himself. Yep. Dumbasses who can only be serious for truly important things -- and, even then, only for a few seconds at a time. That was his type. Someone, please, save him.

~

It had been a while since Marinette had gone out on her own (with the intention of staying alone, leaving for patrols didn’t count). Really, she normally wouldn’t, but she needed to pick up a piece of fabric she’d forgotten to get the day before and it wasn’t even a meter’s worth. She didn’t need help for that.

Besides, going by herself was much quicker. She was able to go by rooftop as Ladybug.

Of course, going as Ladybug had a risk to it that she didn’t realize until it was too late: responsibilities.

She groaned to herself as she made to jump to the next roof and her eyes landed on a person getting mugged in the alleyway below her.

She looked down at the bag with her fabric inside it and wondered if it was even worth leaving it there while she got rid of the attacker. Most of the time the people mugging people in Gotham were using fake guns. Even if they weren’t, muggings were common enough that most people had little on them and were only slightly annoyed when people tried to rob them. The person below was no exception, it seemed. They scoffed when the gunman poked their back.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going,” they said irritably.

Wait, shit, she knew that voice.

She squinted down into the darkness and, yep, she would recognize that almost unhealthily pale skin anywhere.

She dropped down into the alley between them and, to her slight surprise, it turned out the gun actually did have bullets in it. A shot rang out. She fell back a step, cradling her shoulder.

The gunman’s eyes widened. He hadn’t meant to shoot her. It had probably just been a split second reaction.

Unfortunately for him, getting shot really fucking hurts and she was going to take it out on him. Especially since he’d been trying to mug one of her friends. She glanced back at Tim, who was shaking and a little pale, and grit her teeth. Yeah, this guy was fucked.

Eventually, though, the pain in her shoulder, worsened by all the movement, got too unbearable and she rolled off of the mugger. She tied the man’s hands and feet behind his back with her yoyo and, after calling Miraculous Ladybug, called it a day. She’d get her yoyo back later.

For now, she pressed a hand to her ear. “Hey, Signal, I’ve got one for you.”

“You’re joining me for daytime patrols now?” He asked, his voice somehow brighter than the powers he had.

“Nah, just happened to come across…” She considered embarrassing Tim but decided against it when she saw her friend’s face. “... someone getting mugged while out today.”

He huffed a little but she ignored it in favor of relaying the address.

The perpetrator to be taken care of, she turned to the victim. She didn’t know whether the rules applied to people you knew, but she figured she might as well go through with the normal procedure. Tim liked procedure, it might help him.

So, step one: connect with the victim. She unzipped her hoodie and smiled brightly, making sure her eyes crinkled behind her mask.

Step two: check to make sure they aren’t going into shock.

Normally, she was able to skip this step. The miracle cure got rid of it if they had gone into it before the attack… but his eyes were somehow both fixed intensely on her like he was scared she’d disappear if he chanced a look away and extremely vacant.

She took slow, careful steps towards him, hand out to check his pulse.

Once she was close enough, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a hug. Marinette didn’t quite know what to do. The part of her brain still doing the normal procedure told her to hug back because this was a scared victim that wanted comfort, but the other part was tempted to push him off to check for a concussion… even though, logically, he shouldn’t have one because she had cast Miraculous Ladybug so her arm wouldn’t have a bullet in it anymore --.

Oh. She was stupid.

He’d watched his friend get shot and now he was freaking out. Like people are supposed to do.

She hugged him back, bringing a hand up to run through his hair.

“Would you like me to take you home?” She asked.

“My… my friend lives near here,” said Tim quietly, mindful of the fact that the mugger was still within earshot.

She nodded. “I’m going to pick you up, okay?”

He bit his lip so hard that she worried he’d break the skin and nodded.

She took him home and, with only a brief stop to keep Vanelope from escaping, set him down on the couch. She kept a hand touching him at all times as she gathered the blankets and pillows strewn about by all the visits the bats made. For once, she was glad she never really had time to clean, she didn’t want to let go of him when he was clearly so concerned about her.

Less than five minutes later she’d wrapped them both up as tightly as she could with as many blankets as she could reach. He rested his head against her shoulder, arms loosely draped around her under the blankets. Vanelope settled on their laps and started to purr; she made a mental note to give her a bunch of treats later.

But, for now…

She cupped his cheeks in her hands and waited patiently as he struggled to pull himself together enough to actually be present.

“Darling, I said I wouldn’t go anywhere. I’m not breaking that promise. Okay?”

He nodded slightly, finally releasing his lip to speak: “Okay.”

She pressed a kiss to his nose. A half smile made its way across his face.

“Now, how do you feel about Big Fish?”

He squeezed her a little tighter. “The circus scene is cute.”

She nodded her agreement. “I like the daffodil scene better, personally, but it is pretty cute.”

She turned the movie on.

~

Tim was sure he was overreacting. Of course he was. She hadn’t died, she wasn’t even hurt any more. It clearly didn’t bother her, he had ‘accidentally’ chosen that shoulder to rest his head on and she hadn’t so much as winced when he had. No, the only worry she had was about him.

So, he should be fine.

But he wasn’t.

She’d been shot and, for a second, he’d feared it would be another Darla situation. And he couldn’t deal with another Darla situation. He couldn’t. He had to believe that he was better than that high school Tim that had let all his friends die. Because if he wasn’t better than that meant he couldn’t have friends and he couldn’t deal with that either.

He didn’t want to be alone again.

No, he wouldn’t let that happen. He could think of a plan, surely. He was a planner, he found problems and he dealt with them. That had been his coping mechanism pretty much since birth and (if you ignore all the workaholic tendencies, independence issues, and General Trauma) it was working out pretty well for him. Can’t be sad if there’s work to do, after all.

Yeah. Work. He was good at work.

He bit his lip.

Alright, so the problem stemmed from his fear of being alone… which wasn’t going to be fixed anytime soon. Good coping mechanisms? In this family? Please. Next.

Alright, so the problem stemmed from his fear of her getting hurt.

Simple solution! Don’t let her get hurt!

… not as simple a solution as it sounded on paper.

She wasn’t going to stop vigilantism anytime soon. He wouldn’t make her, and she wasn’t going to do it on her own accord. Even if she decided to at some point Tim didn’t have much hope for it. Every person in the family had tried that already, it never worked. They’d say that it would be fine, that they were going to stop for their mental health or even just permanently end it… but family was family and how could someone sit back and watch family get hurt when they could do something about it?

So, that wasn’t going to happen. What other answers were there?

Well, he supposed that she had left on her own and that was the main problem. If she hadn’t left on her own then he wouldn’t have followed after her in secret and he wouldn’t have gotten attacked in the first place.

But he couldn’t be around much more without it being weird unless he…

He couldn’t…

Could he?

He figured it was worth a shot. And he should ask now. If she said no he wouldn’t have to worry about her thinking him weird, she’d just assume it was a request made while in the middle of shock and forget about it.

He hesitantly let go of his lip.

“Hey, Bean?”

She stopped pretending to watch Big Fish for the sake of giving him privacy. “Yeah?”

“Remember when… I…” He bit his lip, trying to think of a better way to phrase it, but he couldn’t. There really was no casual way to ask. He took a deep breath to steady himself. “Can I, maybe, move in with you?”

She stared at him for a moment, eyes wide, before quickly shaking her head.

He must have looked pretty put out, because she rushed to explain herself:

"You’re under emotional duress, darling, it wouldn’t be right to say yes.”

He nodded his understanding and it was silent for a bit before he eventually said: “But, if I asked tomorrow… would you say yes?”

She looked at him for a while, her face unreadable, before she gave him a hesitant smile.

“Well, I already said that you basically lived here. I suppose there wouldn’t be anything wrong with making it official.”

[firefly464]

Hello wonderful! I love your writing a ton!! For the Drabble fic on ao3, I was wondering if you could write about SBI, specifically Techno and Phil learning what happened? Ty have a lovely day!!

Oooooo i like this one 👀

lots of hurt/comfort potential :D

ok so in this one we’re gonna pretend that smp!tommy actually grew up with the sbi, and they are actually his family instead of him just showing up in the middle of the woods without any memory. He still probably just appeared in the woods, but he can remember. Also sam and tommy made communicators after tommy complained about the lack of phones because sam is just cool like that 

Original Story - Other Drabbles 

~~~

“Get the fuck away from me!” Tommy cried out, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and anger. He couldn’t help but press himself further into the corner behind him, trying to put as much distance as possible between him and the man in front of him. 

Techno held his hands out, trying to appear as harmless as possible. “Tommy, its ok. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to know why you’re in my house.” 

"Oh, you’re not going to hurt me?” he scoffed slightly “Please. I don’t believe that for a second. What happened to ‘Blood for the blood god?’” 

The man froze, his eyes widening. He had never told anyone other than phil about the voices that haunted his every movement, the voices that were constantly screaming at him, calling for violence. “How... How do you know about that?” 

His younger brother didn’t respond, instead only pushed himself even further back. 

“Tommy, I need you to be honest with me. How do you know about that.” His mind was racing with different explanations, but it all came back to a single thought. 

His fear only grew as the silence stretched out. “Tommy, have you... have you been hearing the voices?” 

“The fuck are you on about?” he muttered quietly. It had none of the fire that used to fill his every word, and his eyes were no longer a vibrant blue. They were dull, void of life. 

Techno stepped closer, placing his hands on Tommy’s shoulders, making him flinch in fear. “Look at me.” He demanded. 

His brother slowly met his gaze. Techno frowned. There was no light of bloodlust in Tommy’s eyes, only a dull emptiness. He took a step back and pulled out his communicator, already typing out a message. The response was almost immediate. 

“What did you do...? Who are you texting?!” Tommy demanded, unable to keep the fear from creeping into his voice. “What the fuck did you say?!” 

“Tommy, take a deep breath. I just messaged phil, that’s it. He’s on his way.” 

“What the fuck?! Why?!” Techno couldn’t help but notice the way that Tommy’s words were now filled with fear and desperation, rather than energy and flame. 

“Because he knows more about this than I do, and I need to figure out what’s going on. We’ll figure this out, ok?” 

~~~

Tommy was still huddled in the corner of his small cave when he heard the door open above him. As voices began to float through the opening that led to the rest of the cottage, he pushed himself further back, trying to disappear.

He knew that he could easily just leave through the small tunnel he had made, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Maybe it was out of fear, maybe it was because he knew that he had no where else to go. If he tried to run away, he would be alone. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a chipper voice “Tommy! Tommy you- oh dear, you look very sad” 

He glanced up slightly, slightly surprised to find himself face to face with the ghost of his dead brother. “Hi Ghostbur...” he said solemnly. 

There were so many things that he wanted to say in that moment. ‘Why did you leave me. Why did you leave me alone again.’ The words got caught in his throat, leaving him unable to speak. He could only give an empty smile as the ghost handed him a small bottle, filled with powdered blue pigment. 

“Have some blue!” 

Tommy stared at the bottle for a moment, before glancing back up. “Thanks, Ghostbur...” 

“Alright, that’s all well and good, but we need to have a serious talk about this” Techno’s voice came from behind Ghostbur, though Tommy had already reverted his gaze back to the floor. “Tommy, how do you know about the Blood God?” 

He didn’t answer. Instead, he cursed himself for ever opening his mouth. How long had it been since he slipped up? Since he had caused someone to worry like this? 

God, he was so sick and tired of dealing with all of this shit. He just wanted to go home. To his real home. He wanted to see his family again, his parents. It had been years since he had last seen them, and it still felt like an open wound whenever he thought about it. For fuck’s sake, he was supposed to be in university right now, not trying to recover from weeks of exile and isolation. 

“Tommy, its ok. We can help you, I promise.” Phil’s voice could be heard from somewhere else in the small cave, but Tommy kept his gaze trained on the small bottle in his hands. “Just tell us what’s going on, we can help you through this” 

The boy couldn’t help but flinch as someone placed a hand on his shoulder. He hastily pulled back even further, trying to avoid the contact. He shut his eyes in a desperate attempt to keep tears from spilling over. 

“Tommy...” Phil’s voice dripped with pain and grief for his youngest son, “It’s ok, we’re your family. We can help.” 

“No you’re not...” the words escaped him before he could do anything, before he could think twice about what he was saying. 

A small gasp could be heard, though he couldn’t tell who it was from. “What? What are you talking about? Of course we are...” Phil asked softly, though Tommy could hear the hurt in his voice. 

Something snapped inside of him. He wasn’t sure what it was, but suddenly, he could feel as nearly 4 years of pent up pain and frustration came pouring out of him. “No you’re not! You’re not my fucking family, stop fucking acting like it!” The tears that he had tried so hard to keep hidden began to pour out. “My family is gone and I’m never going to fucking see them again” 

“What? Tommy, don’t be silly, we’re right here!” Ghostbur said, in his annoyingly chipper voice. “Here, you seem stressed. Have some more blue,” he said as he held out another small bottle. 

Blue pigment covered the floor as Tommy slapped the bottle away, his eyes alight with raw anger. “I don’t want some bullshit blue powder, I just want to go home!” Ghostbur’s expression filled with confusion, which only served to fuel his anger. “Don’t you fucking dare look at me like that, you already fucking know this shit” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Oh, that’s right, you don’t fucking remember, because you refused to admit that your little brother was gone, and he wasn’t fucking coming back!”  The room fell silent as Tommy took a deep breath, desperately trying to regain his composure. “Because you refused to admit that he chose to leave you, and you blamed me for it instead”

“What are you talking about.” Techno’s voice was low and quiet, the threat in his tone clear as day. “What do you mean he’s gone. What did you do to my brother.” 

Hearing the threat in Techno’s voice seemed to break the dam that Tommy had so carefully built up inside him. What had been pure anger and rage was quickly replaced with pain and sorrow. He could feel as the tears began to pour down his face in a rush, leaving him coughing and sputtering as he tried to breathe. 

Phil took one look at the sobbing boy and quickly rushed over, pulling him into a tight hug. In that moment, it didn’t matter to him what was going on. All he cared about was his son needed him. 

Desperately, Tommy hugged Phil back, his hands clutching the back of phil’s shirt, as if Phil would vanish the moment he let go. 

He wasn’t sure how long they sat like that, with him desperately trying to calm down, and Phil silently comforting him. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. He didn’t know. 

When he finally calmed down enough, he pulled back and wiped his eyes. “I’m so sorry,” he said softly, “I’m so sorry. I never wanted any of this.” 

“Shh, it’s ok. Why don’t you start from the beginning?” Phil kept his voice calm and steady, silently offering his support. 

With a small nod, Tommy told everyone the story. He explained the swap, explained his old life. He talked about his parents, and his friends. He told them about how he had found himself in this world with no explanation, and how he had destroyed his only hope of ever returning home. He told them about how Wilbur had kicked him out of L’manberg when he had originally found out. 

By the time he was done, he was crying again. And based on the sniffles that he could hear, he was pretty sure Phil was crying as well. 

“So yeah. I’m not your son, or your brother. That Tommy is gone, he has been for years. I- I’m sorry...” 

Before he could even process what was happening, he was engulfed in another hug. However, this time he could feel the arms of not one person, but three. Three separate pairs of arms wrapped around him, offering their support. 

“Tommy, I don’t care what dimension you’re from, or if you don’t really consider us you’re family. You’re still my son, and I still love you unconditionally. Understood?” Phil said quietly. Tommy could only nod slightly in response. 

“You might not remember all the shit you did when we were little, but you’re still the same nerd that tried to steal my sword when you were ten,” Techno’s voice, which was normally deadpan, was now filled with affection for his younger brother. 

Ghostbur was the last one to speak. But when he did, he sounded sad, and filled with regret. “Tommy... I don’t know what Alivebur did to you, or how he treated you, but just know that I’m not him. I’m not going to hurt you, ok? You’re still my baby brother...” 

The four of them were quiet for a while, the only sounds coming from Tommy’s quiet sobs. 

Finally, a quiet voice cut through the silence. “Thank you...” 

~~~

Im gonna put the taglist in this one because im proud of it. Let me know if I should continue putting the taglist in drabbles, or if i should just keep it to the actual chapters themselves :D

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[drawlfoy]

Wonders of Ohio P.8

masterlist (read parts 1-7 here!) request guidelines

pairing: draco x reader

request: no ma’am this was spawned in the pits of my hell brain

summary: y/n’s family takes on a particularly mysterious exchange student, draco malfoy. fyi: this is NOT a non magic AU--draco is still a wizard

warnings: swearing, college admissions (ew), vague mentions of a car accident

a/n: hey...ahahahaha yeah so when i disappeared from the writing scene i was actually sitting on this chapter because i wanted to finish the entire scene up until draco came back home, but i haven’t quite figured out how everything is going to work in the middle of this story bc we’re getting into the thick of it. things are only going to get more and more wild and while i have the ending already written (oopsies), there’s still a lot to cover between december and august. i promise you it’ll be worth it tho--thanks so much for waiting!

word count: 2.5k

no music recs because i wrote this in november and i don’t remember ANYTHING!

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Y/N froze as she heard someone clear their throat behind her.

In any other situation, she would have fibbed, the lies rolling off her tongue and falling into a neat pile.

But this wasn’t just any situation. 

“Drac--uh, Draco,” she began, rather lamely. She wondered if he could see what she had been doing and then immediately stopped that train of thought--of course he could, she was sitting there crouched with his letters all over the floor next to her.

Y/N had never seen him look so terrible--his eyes were saucers and his fists were clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“What’s up?” she asked. Maybe I got really lucky and he hasn’t noticed yet.

His mouth opened and closed a few times as he seemed to agonize over what to say. 

“Give me those letters back,” he finally said. “And come into my room. We need to talk.”

She scrambled to get everything back into the satchel--honestly, how had all those fit into such a tiny bag?--and tossed it into his hand. He refused to make eye contact and instead yanked her into his room, shutting the door before closing the blinds.

“Uh...what’s going o--”

“Don’t play dumb,” he snapped. “You know what you read.”

She withered under his gaze, all of a sudden trained on her with a heat that could melt through iron. 

“Here’s how this is going to go,” he said tying up the satchel and tossing it into a drawer. “You’re going to sit right there and tell me everything that you know. And no lying. I can always tell.”

Something about the weight of his words told her that the last part wasn’t hyperbole. “O--okay. Um, I know that you’re kind of strange, and I know that your family definitely isn’t into politics because unless you’ve changed your name I haven’t been able to find shit on your family...I know that you’re here for some kind of punishment, or at least that’s what the letter said, and that wherever you’re from believes in, uh, magic, or something…”

Y/N had never been so scared of Draco as she was right then. He stood looming over her, his eyes calculating and cold. “You’re telling the truth.”

“Uh--how did you--”

“Is there anything else you want to know? Ask now or forever hold your peace. I promise I’ll take care of this.”

Y/N blinked. “What? What do you mean take care…”

“Don’t...just don’t ask that right now.” Draco’s demeanor made a switch from intimidating to exhausted. His previous towering presence looked more mournful than anything. 

“Ok,” said Y/N, willing to take something else over nothing. “So...why are you here? Where are you actually from? What happened to your dad?”

Draco drew in a few slow breaths. “My family’s name is Malfoy. I never lied to you about that. We’re from England, like you think. But we’re not really from the same world as you.”

He looked at her, gauging her reaction. When nothing came, he continued. “I’m...magic, as you would probably say. Like, wizards and witches and shit. Like the stuff all of you here celebrate for Halloween. Just more real.”

“You’re off your rocker is what you are,” said Y/N. “Magic isn’t real.”

“You’re right, it isn’t,” Draco replied, his tone wearing down. “Not to you. It’s very real to me.”

“Were you in a cult or something because that’s absolute batshit cra--”

“Oh my fucking God can you just listen,” he said in one long-winded breath. “Thank you. Not that it matters that much if you actually believe me and I’m not allowed to show you any magic--they almost sent me back home for spelling my hair neat that one time in the car with you--but you should believe. Did you really think you were just sick after Homecoming? Like, did you think that was the common cold or something?”

“Well…” Y/N trailed off as realization dawned on her.

“I don’t know how you got into that store, but it was magic. Whatever object you picked up did something to you. You would’ve died from muggle care--the only possible treatment was extracting whatever magic had somehow gotten inside you.”

“So you were the person in my dream.”

“Yes. Anyways. So back in England, my family got wrapped up in some...dark business with a very evil wizard. I had to do some things that I’d rather not get into, and those things were serious offenses in the eyes of the Ministry--which is like your government. I was sent here as a punishment instead of something more severe.”

Y/N snorted. “Assuming all of this is true, why did you get sent to America? Normally exchange students see trips to the US as a kind of vacation...but I do understand the part of Ohio being used as a punishment.”

His face was void of amusement. 

“I wasn’t sent here because Ohio is boring,” he said. “I was sent here to be forced to assimilate into muggle society--”

“Muggle?”

“People who aren’t magic. Anyways, that was the punishment. Having to live with and associate with muggles, far enough away from home that I faced no threat of vigilantism and couldn’t escape.”

“Oh.” Y/N deflated into her seat as it all began to hit her. So that was why Draco was so disgusted with her. There was a reason why some gut feeling told her that he would never see her like....that.

“Anyways, for the less exciting part.” Draco turned to rifle around the jewelry box they’d kept in the guest room. “It’s crucial to the safety of my people that you don’t know about us. Muggles get scared, and sometimes they hurt us. They nearly wiped us out a few generations ago.” 

He turned around, wielding a small wooden cube that glimmered in the light. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. I have to do this. If they know you know, they’ll send me away.”

“Do...what?” She stared up at him as he approached, holding the square out in his palms. “Draco, what’s going--”

“I told you I’d take care of it,” he said, his tone pleading. “I’m going to make you forget.”

~

Y/N eyes flickered open. It was chilly in her room--one look confirmed the fact that her window was wide open--but she had a thick blanket pulled over her. As she shed the last pulses of drowsiness, one thought bubbled to the surface: 

That fucker.

She sat up, threw the blankets off her bed, and started towards the guest room.

“Hey,” she said, yanking the door open and standing in front of a very surprised Draco. “Nice try. Are we actually gonna talk this through, or are you gonna put me to sleep again?” 

“Wha-”

“I remember everything, dipshit. Especially the part where you didn’t let me say my piece before you knocked me out.”

“I-”

“Try and steal my memories again and it’s on sight, Draco.” Y/N sucked in a deep breath and finally slumped down onto his bed. “You were saying?”

“How did you...er...you’re not supposed to remember me,” he said. “Do you have any magic blood in your family? Do you know?”

“Look around. If we had magic blood we wouldn’t be living in Ohio.”

“I’m not joking around.” He joined her and laid back. Y/N tried to not make a mental note of how a few strands of his hair brushed up against her cheek for a second. He smelled of peppermint and pine. “There’s no reason why that shouldn’t have worked. You definitely aren’t magic--I can feel it, no offense--and that Obliviation cube was explicitly created to work on muggles and wipe specific memories of magic.”

“I guess I’m just better.”

“Not funny. I’m definitely going to get sent to some random village in...I don’t know, Siberia for this. And your whole family will be obliviated. The whole point of me telling you was so I could get you to understand why I had to wipe your memory.”

“That’s horribly disrespectful, you know. Not even asking for my consent before doing such a thing? Try again.”

“I will,” he said, sitting up and grabbing the cube again. 

Y/N sprung up and scooted away. “Wait! Wait! That was a joke! Can’t we just talk this through? I’m a really good liar.”

“Lying doesn’t matter in front of the Ministry. They have their ways.”

“And what’s the Ministry going to do?” she asked. “Because, right now, it looks like I know about your secret and they’re not knocking down my door yet. Are they seriously going to break into my own home and perform some kind of lie detector test on me out of the blue? Are they really gonna cause a scene like that? No? I didn’t think so.”

Draco looked even paler than usual as he examined her from the other side of the bed, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. “I hope you’re grasping the severity of this. This isn't a fun little joke. This is the difference between my community living or dying.”

“I get that. But if I say I’m not going to tell anyone, then how is your community at risk?”

“You can’t promise me that.”

“Draco.” Her tone was strong enough to make him snap his head up and meet her eyes. “You saved my life. I’ve lived with you for almost 3 months. Trust me when I say I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Swear on my life.”

The silence was tangible between the two as he stood there staring.

“You have to trust me,” said Y/N. “Please.”

Draco met her eyes again, a type of helplessness written so deeply into the etches of his face that he nearly looked like a different person than the proud, posh British boy that was usually him. “Okay.”

“Okay.” She let out a sigh of relief as he put the cube back into the drawer. 

“Don’t get too comfortable, though,” he told her. “Once I figure out how to fix this, I won’t need to trust you anymore.”

“You’ve been trusting me with your life since the moment you got into a car with me for the first time. Do you have any idea how many teenagers crash on the freeway? I don’t get why this is so different.”

He scowled. “I think it’s very obviously different.”

“I can pull up the stats for you real quick if you want. Just so you can grasp the severity of the situation that you’re minimizing right now.”

“Damn it, Y/N, you don’t understand!” Draco slammed his hands on the dresser, the wood making a loud smack sound as it connected with his palms. She jumped. “All my life I’ve been...You just don’t understand.”

“You have no other option, Draco,” said Y/N. 

“I...I know.”

~

The next few weeks were profoundly uncomfortable. If it wasn’t just for the fact that there had been a burglar turned home invader turned...whatever on the loose, Y/N was now dealing with the fact that her world as she knew it was turning upside down.

Draco was magic. He was different, and while this at first had been difficult for Y/N to believe, she began to realize just how much sense it made. The way the most ordinary of daily objects confused him...his discomfort with using the internet...his distaste for all of the people he met…either he was raised under a legitimate rock or he was telling the truth....

And perhaps the most conclusive revelation regarded his stance on his feelings towards her. After that night at Sylvia’s, Y/N had begun to think that there might be something there, or at least that something there might’ve been possible.

Now she knew that it wasn’t. And she had to be okay with that.

Draco was for the most part normal apart from the fact that his wariness around her was obvious. She could feel him keeping a close eye on her in the halls when she spoke with her friends. Sometimes he’d even level a look in her direction, a clear demand written all over his face: Not a word. You promised.

Evening teas stopped entirely. Draco ate in his room for breakfast and seldom said anything on the rides to and from school, and, to be entirely honest, it helped. She could feel her hopeless crush become weaker as the month of November wore on. Her giddy excitement towards a possible love interest was directed to the nervous dwellings on her UChicago application. 

Results were out on December 3rd, and she was absolutely buzzing. Fuck weird blond boys that came into her life and told her of an entire mystical and magical world out there--the gothic, hallowed architecture of UChicago was waiting for her. 

“Honey, it’s almost 5!” 

“I know.”

Y/N sat, cross legged on her bed, as she looked at the email she’d received moments ago from UChicago. In 3 minutes, the portal would open up. And her fate would be decided.

“Don’t open it yet, your father and I are coming!” Mrs. Y/L/N yelled from the kitchen. 

She smiled--for once, her father had managed to take a night off of work to be there for her. The only person missing in their home was Draco, and she supposed that he didn’t count anymore. At least not in the classic way. 

5:00pm.

“Hold on, hold on.” Her father’s voice carried down the hall, paired with the sound of feet thumping up the stairs.

Her parents appeared in the doorway, rushing to her and peeking over her shoulder.

“Are you ready to open it?” Mrs. Y/L/N asked, placing her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. 

“Uh...yes.” Her stomach flipped as she pressed her mouse over the blue hyperlink, directing the screen to show a login page. She wasn’t quite sure what it would look like--perhaps her decision would be right there when she logged in--but despite her racing thoughts, she input her portal information, pressed enter, and squeezed her eyes shut.

Dead silence.

“Honey.”

Her mother’s voice was strife with...some kind of emotion, whatever it was. Y/N dared to pry her eyelids open just a pinch, giving her just enough vision to read out the clear “CONGRATULATIONS” spanning the entirety of her page.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!”

The euphoria that followed was indescribable. Her father’s arms, encircling her shoulders in a way he hadn’t done since she was a child, her mother’s professions of how proud she was...incredible.

The only thing sullying it was a Draco shaped figure looming in the doorway once the hysteria died down.

“What happened?”

“I got into UChicago!” she exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. 

He simply stared at her, his gaze cool and uninterested. Y/N felt all the joy drain from her face. “I hate to butt in, but I have some news too. I’ll be traveling back home for the holidays.”

“Oh.” Irritation was written clear as day across Mrs. Y/L/N’s face. “When will you be leaving?”

“Tomorrow.”

final a/n: heyyyyyy everyone let me know what you thought. what do you guys think will happen next chapter? how do you think this is going to end overall? ik this is a draco x reader but do you guys think that draco still has a ways to go before he can have feelings for y/n? or does he already have them? im inch rested please lmk your thoughts

also my endless apologies to ohioans i did not mean to add the slander in there ik that plenty of you are lovely people <3 cancel me if you wish