#but yeah i think my body has been push so hard that i'm just noping

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[angel-of-the-moons]

I need to make a request where dom!reader pegs sub!Johnny Cage, I need him so bad its not even funny anymore

Pegging Johnny? In my house? It's more likely than you think!

Fresh Act

Johnny Cage x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, smut, sex toys, pegging, cumshot, Johnny whines when he's pegged you can't change my mind, slight spanking, recording, mentions of handcuffs, plugs, vibrators, fisting

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A/N: pls don't look at me because of those tags asdfghjkl

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Johnny Cage was many things. An actor, a fighter, a champion, and now a director.

But there was one thing you knew he was that you were sure nobody else did--even his ex-wife, Cris--was that Johnny Cage was a bottom.

The energy this man exuded, the charisma and confidence would make anybody think that he was the boss in the bedroom.

But nope.

It was you.

Oh, how Johnny loved it when you would cuff his hands to the bed and just edge him for hours, especially if you straddled his thighs while he had a plug in--a pretty little shiny one with a cute green gem in the base--and you had some sort of vibrating implement to his cock.

Double that if you used one of those vibrating stroking toys.

But something you hadn't even thought about, surprisingly... was pegging. Let alone filming the two of you while you did it. You'd heard too many horror stories of celebrity sex tapes being leaked online and you weren't sure you could handle the thought of you (and Johnny) in such a vulnerable position.

The tabloids would eat you both up.

But having Johnny sit at the edge of your bed, shirtless, wearing sweats that hung far too low on his hips, sporting a rather happy and aching erection; and in his hand was a strap and a harness he ordered online, his phone in the other.

"So... Like. Cris would never humor me with this sort of thing. She didn't like it, but I thought if I brought it up with you..." He said.

And, god, his face has the cutest, most ridiculous set of puppy dog eyes he's tried with you yet. He almost made you cave instantly.

Almost.

"Johnny." You sigh, rubbing your forehead as you looked down at him. "Honey, I mean the dildo is one thing, but the camera?"

"Okay, I can totally take this." He said, shaking said object in his hand.

He changes it up and wiggles his phone instead, now. "And this? The video will just be for me n' you, Kitten. I promise. I'm really just gonna keep it when I need you but you're not with me. Like on set."

You couldn't help but chuckle at him with a huff. Yeah, of course he masturbated while on set. Johnny was the kind of guy to do that, after all.

"And how do you know you can take it, hm?" You ask, pointing to the dildo.

He makes a sideways grin and tilts his head, looking off to the side. "Well..."

"Johnny..."

"Okay, okay!" He laughed, leaning back on his elbows, his sweats stretching and emphasizing the outline of his dick. Your eyes flicked down his body to eye it for a few seconds, and the way his grin widened irritated you.

He was getting uppity with you again, trying to push your buttons. And you knew it.

You knew he knew it.

You cross your arms and narrow your eyes at him, pushing your breasts up just a bit.

"So, you know how I've been stressed about the new scenes on set? Yeah, so I've been experimenting with this and, well... I mean it's a bit bigger than the one I use--"

"So what I'm hearing is you've been keeping toys a secret from me." Your finger begins to tap your arm impatiently.

The way his eyes nervously dart around as he struggles to find words sends a delicious thrill through your body.

"Er, well, I..." He coughs. "Well don't think of it as hiding so much as... er. Waiting to surprise you?"

You scoff and slowly crawl over him, your leg between his thighs and intentionally pressing against his throbbing cock.

You apply a bit of pressure and tilt your head, your expression cold and calculating as he bites his lip and breathes hard through his nose.

"Sounds to me like you're making excuses." You state flatly.

The bobbing of his throat sealed his fate.

"Safeword?"

"Peaches."

"Want me to push it?" You ask, your hand sliding over his thigh, the tip of your thumb just barely tracing the side of his cock.

"Not tonight, but if I get overwhelmed I'll tell you." He says, licking his bottom lip as your thumb pressed against him with more pressure.

You slowly grin at him. "You said I can't push it, so I won't hurt you. But seriously, let me know if it's too much."

"I will, babe." He says as you kiss his lips softly.

"Kay. Now get naked and on all fours."

"Fffuuuck...." He groaned deeply.

"Johnny..." You say, your voice lashing with ice.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy." You purr. "Now do what I said or I'll just cockwarm you all night with no relief."

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Being with Johnny had allowed an inner demon of yours to come out. One you had no idea you were keeping locked up inside of you.

And boy, did she crave topping and dominating someone. And Johnny was more than happy to be that someone.

Setting up the camera took a bit of time, you let Johnny get up when you were struggling with positioning and lighting. After all, you wanted the both of you to look good in your homemade sex tape.

Once you were both satisfied with the way it was set up, you had Johnny get back into position, his cock jutting out between his legs, twitching and proud, his thighs were tense with excitement and his balls were nice and heavy from the edging you gave him.

Maybe next time you'd put him in a band, or a nice tight cock ring while you did this to him.

Next time.

Right now you had your bottom lip sucked between your teeth, chewing on it as you watched him shake with anticipation.

You palm his ass cheek firmly, giving him a soft squeeze; the latex on your fingers squeaking softly. "Now, Johnny... Here's a few rules. You have to keep yourself propped up. You're not allowed to touch yourself. I'll let you know when you can cum. If you do it before I say..."

You reach and squeeze his balls softly, earning a shaky whimper from him.

"I'm putting you in a Cage, Johnny." You grin maliciously. "Understood?"

The way his head shook had your heart yearning to just pull him back and kiss him stupid.

But already he was forgetting the game.

You give him another squeeze, just barely above pain.

"Johnny..." You scold.

"Yes ma'am." He wheezed.

You release him and give his ass an affectionate pat. "Good boy."

You hum as you grab the bottles of lube--one of several-- from the heating pad you had them resting on. There was one thing you knew almost nobody liked, and that was cold lube.

And it was always good to have a ton of lube on hand. No matter what, every time you think you have enough, you use more. For everyone's comfort.

And despite Johnny's assurances that he's had a dildo up his ass before, you wanted to have all your bases covered. You didn't want to hurt him unless he wanted it. Spanking or slapping or biting was one thing, but fucking his ass with inadequate levels of lube or prep could result in a hospital trip in the worst case scenario...

You popped the cap and spread his cheeks, slowly dribbling the clear liquid straight down onto his asshole, using one finger to tease the puckered flesh with an idle hum still in your voice as he sucked in a tight breath as your gloves finger massaged his tight, velvety walls.

You both agreed that for this situation, it was smart to wear some latex gloves so your nails wouldn't scratch his delicate insides. After all, even you used gloves when you fingered yourself, sometimes; having claws scratching up your lady bits was uncomfortable and could lead to infections.

"You good, Johnny?" You ask him gently.

"Y-yeah." He whimpered and quickly corrected himself. "Yes, ma'am. Ugh. You..."

He dropped his head and his upper body heaved with heavy breaths as he composed himself.

"You can use more than one."

Your brow quirked and you smiled impishly. "You want me to?"

"Please."

"Okay, baby." You murmur, pulling your finger out of his ass and holding your hand up, dripping a copious amount of lube on your first three fingers. You didn't want him too tight when you fucked him with the strap, and besides... teasing him was always part of your game.

Sometimes you wanted him so strung out he would cum from a puff of air. You wouldn't go so far tonight, you wanted him to cum on that hefty silicone dick of yours.

The groan that came from his throat as you eased your fingers inside of him made your clit twitch against the straining leather of the harness, your wet cunt already causing some nice slippery friction that stimulated you, too.

Johnny had thought of everything for this, he had the harness designed custom just for you and him, he had it made so if you wanted, you could have a vibrator stuck into a pouch in the front to stimulate your clit alongside the soft bump that rubbed against you with every movement you made, making your nipples pebble and goosebumps raise along your skin.

You twisted and pressed your fingers in every angle you could manage until Johnny collapsed down onto his elbows with a small moan.

You halt your fingers entirely and pull them out until just the tips of them remained inside, frowning down at your mega-star boyfriend.

"Johnny..."

He swallowed audibly and hauled himself back up onto shaky palms, his shoulders tense from the strain and effort.

And he thought planking was hard...

"That's my boy." You chuckle, thrusting your fingers back inside, curling them in a "come hither" manner, stroking his walls gently and oh so sweetly.

You bite your lip and move your hips closer, until your strap on was pressed against the underside of his cock and balls, giving external stimulation as you fucked his ass with your hand.

You were tempted to see if he could take the whole thing, but like your earlier thoughts you saved that idea for later.

You twist your hand downward as you look at the phone you and Johnny had set up, facing you with the front-facing camera, the ring light illuminating you two wonderfully. The energy of your bedroom and the candles lit provided a gorgeous backdrop for this; and the way you could actually see how Johnny looked on all fours, his eyes squeezed shut and biting his lip in concentration as sweat dripped down his forehead made your hips thrust against his in an automatic reaction.

He made a short gasp as your silicone cock grinded against his, pressing against his full balls while your fingers angled down, dangerously close to his prostate but not close enough to give hime spine-tingling relief.

You made a mental note to buy a custom stroker that you could shove alongside his cock, next time. You'd love to see him on his back as you grounded and stroked your cock alongside his, watching him come in thick ropes up his well-toned abs... maybe you'd have him lick your toy clean afterwards.

God, he was your inner demon's muse. He was so good at giving you ideas with just those pathetic little moans and whimpers of his.

"Look at you," You coo down at him. "Taking my hand so good."

You knew he could probably cum just like this, lazily stroking his hips against you, his cock sliding against yours as your fingers pumped in and out of him, stretching his hole out nice and wide for you.

But no, if he was gonna cum, it was gonna be while you fucked him hard with that goddamn strap-on he wanted so badly.

You pulled away all at once without warning, his ass twitching and empty at the loss of you. He looked over his shoulder at you, not voicing his question--because he knew he'd be punished if he got impatient--and his brows were creased pathetically in a silent plea for you to continue.

You acted like you didn't notice, humming a little tune as you poured what was left of the bottle of lube you were using on the dildo. You grabbed another warmed up bottle and applied more, stroking it with your fingers, trailing over the life-like silicone; the veins prominent and the foreskin creased as you pulled back like a real cock.

Fuck, you almost wished you had one, just to know how he'd feel all snug around you.

You rolled your hips into your touch, giving yourself some friction and making small moans--some for show, some genuine--as your clit bumped and rolled against the raised indent on the inside of the harness, more slick gushing from your wanting cunt.

You barely glimpsed at him out of the corner of your eyes, looking at him as he watched you, his eyes practically glistening with tears as he watched you slowly get yourself off, leaving him bereft and craving.

You were merciful and turned back to him, pouring more lube into his ass that was still clenching around air, waiting for you.

You pressed the tip against him, relishing in how his whole body seemed to go still as death as he waited.

But nothing happened.

You tapped the head of the toy against his waiting hole, "Remember. Use the safeword, and if you cum before I say, you're in trouble."

"Yes ma'am." He sighed, his voice watery and knees weak. "Please."

"Alright." You say, your tongue clicking as you press harder, the tip popping right into his asshole with wondrous ease, making you moan involuntarily at the mere sight as his hands bunched the expensive sheets, his cock leaking fresh, heavy drops of his precum.

"Fuck." He groaned as you eased in, inch by torturous inch.

"Doing s' good for me, baby." You praise as the toy is swallowed by his hungry body. "Takin' my cock so good. Next time I'm gonna have you ride it, m'kay?"

"Yes--fuck--please." He whined loudly, his spine arching and head tipping back as you finally bottomed out.

You rested there, letting the weight of the strap rest in his guts, getting snug and comfortable as his insides contorted around its shape, committing it to memory.

Cris was fucking stupid for not doing this to him. He was fucking gorgeous all split open and trembling for you, his muscles quivering as your spread your hand, palm down and fingers splayed while you slid it up his back, feeling just how sweaty he got.

"Gonna start moving." You tell him as you pull back; not quite as slow as when you were pushing in, but you were being gentle for him.

Just this once.

After that? Fuck, you were relentless.

You would roll your hips like you did when you rode his cock, gyrating and slapping against his ass as the stimulation from the harness pushed you closer and closer to your own orgasm while you fucked him.

You drove in and in, and in and in more and more, the tip of the dildo stabbing him in a way that he never managed on his own. God, Johnny wanted to badly to grip and tug his cock, to stroke himself so he could just cum already, but he remembered your rules and your promise to really make him suffer if he did what you expressly told him he couldn't.

All he could do was mumble and babble things almost incoherently, rolling his hips back against yours, his ass slapping audibly against your sweaty skin, the sound of your false cock lewd and wet as you buried yourself again and again, pile-driving the air out of his lungs with every punch of your hips.

"Fuck." You whined softly, feeling the flames of your own release began to creep up your spine, your blood turning to molten lava as the friction from the harness against the swollen bud of your clit makes your nerves light up and your brain almost forget what you were doing as you mindlessly chase your own release; your puffy lips and slick cunt gushing so much it feels like you could drown him if his face were in-between your legs, the clear, sticky juices dripping down your thighs as your hips snap up against his while you cum, your hands gripped tight on his hips to ground yourself.

As the haze of your orgasm ebbed and your hot slick dribbled down the skin of your inner thighs, you remember that you were buried all the way inside of Johnny's ass.

You smile, feeling a little guilty that you got so consumed in the moment that you'd neglected and forgot all about your whimpering and squirming boyfriend beneath you.

He hasn't said the safeword yet, and he has been good. Almost unusually, for him, to behave so well in bed. Sometimes he lived for your little punishments.

So, you decided to extend the olive branch of mercy yet again as you pull out, and angle your hips so you can press the tip against his prostate.

"Go on ahead 'n cum for me, baby." You coo at him, your voice becoming only slightly rough as you plowed full steam into his ass, relishing in the noises he made as he rocked shamelessly against you, the sweetest most pathetic noises coming from his cute lips alongside your name.

When Johnny Cage cums, he does so with his entire body, trembling, gripping, thrusting, arching... He does it all, puts his whole body into the effort of letting you know that he's at his limit and you've brought him there.

Hot, thick ropes of white shoot from the weeping and sensitive tip of his cock as you help him ride it out, smiling in amusement as he essentially rides you from below as he collapses his upper body down against the pillows, drooling just a little bit as his brain slowly kicks back on.

You could swear you could hear the dial-up internet sounds coming from his mind as you pull the dildo out of him.

"That good, huh?" You tease playfully.

"So, so good." He groans, rolling onto his back, just off to the side of the mess he made in the satiny sheets.

You hum in acknowledgement as you undo the clasps and buckles of the harness, turning the heating pad with the lube off as you set the harness and toy atop it.

You lean down and grab Johnny by his jaw, bringing his lips to yours in a heavy, loving and desperate kiss as his hands smooth up your back and down again, kneading and pulling the cheeks of your ass apart.

"Mmh. Again?" You murmur against his lips.

"As much as I'd love to do that again, I need some time to warm up, Kitten." He chuckles at you.

"But I can do that while you sit on my face, right?"

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TW: Smut-tacular 3 way smut. Angst. NSFW. 18+

AN: See end of chapter Word Count: 11.6k (sorry, she's a long one)

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The look on Eddie's face as you descend the stairs is totally worth the extra time you spent on your hair and make-up. His eyes darken as they move over your fishnet-clad legs and your very short, tight jean cutoffs. The Metal Showcase Showdown is tonight, and you are dressed to impress.

"Jesus H, baby, are you wearing a bra under that?" He uses one finger to pull down the low neckline of your halter top, answering his own question when he sees the hard peek of your nipple.

"Nope," you say, popping the P and looking up at him under your lashes. 

"How am I supposed to concentrate with you looking like that? I'm gonna be hard all night," his arms go wrap around you, bringing your body flush against him. 

"You'll just have to try really..."

Kiss.

"Really," 

Kiss. 

"Hard."    

His full mouth stretches into an affectionate smile, "You're killing me, baby, but I'm going to die a happy man." 

After the night you kissed Steve, things have returned to normal in the Harrington household. Necessity has a way of shortening memories, and everyone in this house needs something. Eddie isn't someone who holds a grudge, and his relationship with Steve hasn't suffered any. They say the path to hell is paved with good intentions and the ones you love litter the roadside. Despite not knowing what path or what road you're on, you've done your best to dedicate yourself to Eddie and avoid Steve. The two of you haven't been alone together since the kiss, but that hasn't stopped the hungry looks he casts your way.

Steve comes around the corner with an apple in his hand, takes one look at you, and promptly turns to go back into the kitchen.

"Steve, where you going, man?" Eddie asks, releasing his hold on you. 

"I forgot my water," he hedges, "what do you need?"

"I was hoping you could get our girl here to the show tonight?" Eddie asks, lightly smacking your butt. 

"Wait. I thought I was riding with you," the disappointment is evident in your voice.

"The van is full of all of the band shit. Besides, I gotta leave right now. You would be sitting around in an empty club for hours while we set up. Ride with Steve and Robin, okay?" He kisses your forehead, "You're still taking Buckley, right?" He asks Steve over his shoulder. Maybe he isn't as forgetful as you thought.

"Well, we were going to ride with Nancy and Jonathan," Steve says, shrugging his shoulders and biting into his apple.

"There you go, Harrington. Cut loose a little. Have a few," Eddie encourages," Just what the doctor ordered. I'm sure Wheeler's got room for one more, right?"

"Yeah, I'll call her and make sure she's driving the wagon."

"Thanks, buddy," Eddie puts a hand on Steve's shoulder, "I know you don't need my help, but this isn't your usual crowd. Don't wear a Polo if you want to get laid."

"Thanks, but I wasn't planning on it." 

"Getting laid or wearing a Polo?" Eddie asks, feeling him out.

"The Polo," Steve says, glancing over at you.

"Nice," Eddie gives his shoulder a pat as he brings his hand up to block his mouth like you wouldn’t hear him when he says, "There should be quite a selection," 

"Good to know," Steve says shaking his head a little.

"Don't forget to wrap it. You never know where some of these chicks have been," Eddie says, leaning in closer to Steve.

Steve gives him a little push, "Get out of here. I'll see you at the show," he says before jogging up the stairs.

"Okay, baby. I'm going to take off. Do I look alright?" he steps back and holds out his arms.

"Hmm," you walk around, pretending to inspect him. A Metallica Tee with cut-off sleeves and a ripped neck shows off his arms and chest nicely. And the way his jeans cling to his ass has you reaching out to cop a feel.

"Hey, what do you think I am? A piece of meat?" he grabs your wrist, bringing you back in front of him, "You make me feel so cheap," he says, palming your breasts and giving them a squeeze.

"What am I supposed to do?" you ask, trying to sneak your hands back to his backside, "If you're dressed like this, clearly you're asking for it."

"I should have fucked you before you got all dressed up," he says before kissing you breathless, "I guess now I have something to look forward to." 

He pulls down half of your shirt and sucks a nipple into his mouth. The current of electricity running straight from your breast to your pussy have you looking forward to it as well. 

"Alright, baby, I got to go," he says, tucking you back into your shirt and kissing you quickly, "Remember, your names are on the list, so you can get in early. I'll see you tonight, okay?"

"Okay. Good luck," you give him one more smack on his bum on his way out the door. 

You're peering at your reflection in the hall mirror, using your finger to apply a thin layer of gloss over your lips, when Steve comes down the stairs pulling a tight gray tee over his head. 

"What do you think? Will this work?" Steve asks. Rubbing your lips together, you tighten the top on the little tub of gloss and try not to stare at the line of hair disappearing into his tight, worn black jeans. 

"You'll pass," you say, trying to sound nonchalant, tucking your gloss back in your bag.

"Do you wanna know how I think you look?" He asks, crowding into your space.  

"No," you step back until you're pressed against the wall. 

"No?" one of his arms lands on your hip while the other presses against the wall, boxing you in. 

"What are you doing?" you ask as he starts running his hand up your side. Your hand goes to his chest, keeping some space between your bodies, "We can't."

"That's not what you said the last time we were alone together," his eyes dip down to your lips before moving back to your eyes. 

"I was confused," you don't sound convincing, not even to yourself. 

"I think you know exactly what you wanted."

"I want Eddie," this time, your voice comes out sure and clear. 

"Maybe. But he's not the only one you want," he covers your hand with his own, "This thing between us is more than just sex. The way you kissed me, the way you begged me, I could feel it," he moves closer pressing his body against you, "God, I wanted you. I would have fucked you right there in the kitchen if Eddie hadn't come home. And you wanted it just as much as I did."  

"No. I would have stopped," you say, shaking your head, trying to clear it as things get a little hazy.

"I think you're wrong, and it's worth staying around to find out," his mouth starts moving toward yours at the same time the door opens, and Robin peeks her head inside. Steve quickly steps away. 

"We're here," she says sharply before turning on her heel and slamming the door behind her. 

Robin is unusually quiet, sitting between you and Steve in the back of Nancy's station wagon as you travel through the backwoods of Shelbyville on the way to the venue.

The Stone Church is an icon. Well, at least as close to an icon as you will get in this part of Indiana. Not much was known about the crumbling limestone church left to rot in the woods before it was developed into a live music venue and bar. It has become the spot to play for lesser-known and up-and-coming new acts, even boosting surprise performances from some big names looking for a more intimate setting. 

Gravel crunches under the tires of Nancy's wagon as she turns off the pavement onto the flattened dirt road that leads farther into the woods. The parking lot is packed full, and Nancy has to park in a grassy area along the treeline. Everyone climbs out of the car and stretches a bit after the long ride. The sun is just beginning to set behind the church's steeple, which still houses bells that ring to mark the opening and closing of the bar every evening.

Closing the car door, you lift up the handle to be sure it is locked. Clouds of weed and cigarette smoke hang heavy around the groups of Metalheads gathered in the parking lot, waiting for the main doors to open and the showcase to begin. Following Nancy and Jonathan, you walk through the maze of cars and people besides Steve and Robin. Someone calls your name, and you raise a hand, greeting a group of guys you know through Eddie. Steve's hand is on the small of your back, gently maneuvering you between him and Robin. Questioning the sudden change in position, you look up at him, but he's not looking at you. With tense shoulders and a tight jaw, he scans the parking lot like he's scrutinizing anything and everyone for a threat. Apparently, you aren't the only one to notice the change in his demeanor.

"Steve, are you alright?" Robin asks as your group comes to a stop at the side door. Nancy turns around with concern as Jonathan gives your name to a guy with a clipboard standing at the door. 

"I'm fine," Steve says, still looking around, "it's really crowded." He tries to hide it from the others, but he takes a few deep breaths through his mouth. Stepping closer to him, your fingers wrap around the hand hanging limply at his side, you give him a gentle squeeze before letting go, but he circles your wrist and joins your hands, keeping them low between you, away from the eyes of the others. The man with the clipboard opens the door ushering you inside. His hand lets go and moves to your hip, guiding you in ahead of him. 

"I'm getting a beer before there's a line," Steve says, moving toward the bar. 

"I'll come with you," Jonathan says, stepping around Nancy.

"Bring me back one," Nancy calls to Jonathan as you and Robin follow her to find a table. 

Your eyes wander toward where Steve is leaning on the bar, waiting for his order with one foot up on the brass bar rail, his black jeans hugging his legs and ass in all the right places. A blonde in a tight leather mini squeezes in beside him placing her hand on his arm, and you turn away quickly, a sour feeling forming in your belly. Robin's eyes are on you, her face giving nothing away, but you can feel the judgment in her stare.

The noise level in the club goes up a notch as the first band starts setting up their instruments on the stage. Unlike The Hideout, where recycled pallets serve as the platform for musical acts, Stone church has a real stage with professional sound and lighting, giving every group that performs a taste of rock stardom. The original church has been extended into a crucifix-shaped building with a generous backstage area, pool tables, and long double bars that line the walls with back bars lit in red neon holding shelf after shelf of bottled liquor. The enormous red neon cross that hangs above the stage and the dark wood and religious imagery keep the theme going through the interior of the space. 

Jonathan walks over, sets a beer in front of Nancy, and takes the seat beside her. Steve's just behind him, two brown bottles in each hand. Robin takes one out of his hand, and he sets one in front of you before placing the other two on the table and pulling out the chair beside Robin.

Warm arms circle your shoulders, and you smile as Eddie presses his soft lips against your temple. Turning toward him, your lips meet his for another quick kiss. 

"I didn't know if we'd see you before the show started," you happily capture one of his hands between both of yours.

"I had to come out and make sure my lucky charm is in the audience," he says, kissing the back of your hand while crouching between you and Nancy, "Thanks for coming out, Wheeler."

"We wouldn't have missed it," Nancy says warmly. Eddie's cheeks tint a soft pink, still not used to others showing up for him. 

"Byers, good to see you, man," Eddie says, standing and nodding toward him. Jonathan leans back and gives him a two-fingered salute as he sips his beer.

"What do you say, Buckley? Are you ready for some real music?" Eddie puts his arm around Robin and shakes her a little. 

"I'm ready to get my face torn off," Robin holds her hand up in the rock 'n' roll salute.

"Melted off, not torn off, but I appreciate the effort, doll," he says, holding out his hand to Steve, who responds by doing a half-shake half-slap greeting, "Thanks for being here, dude."

"Sure, man," Steve says, "break a leg or whatever shit you're supposed to say."

"Aww, buddy, I'm touched," Eddie rests a hand over his heart. Steve rolls his eyes and waves him off, "Alright, wish me luck," Eddie says, rubbing his hands together, "I'll try to come out after our set," after a chorus of good lucks, Eddie disappears into the crowd. 

The stage lights begin to circle and change colors, and a round of hoots comes from the crowd as a man with shoulder-length blonde hair wearing a Winger shirt and ripped jeans walks to the mic. 

"Welcome to the Stone Church. I'm Mack The Knife, your host for this year's Metal Showcase Showdown. If you're looking for the David Hasselhoff concert, this ain't it," a burst of laughter comes from the crowd. 

"You know how this works, ten bands battling it out for a weekly spot here at the church, and just to make it interesting, we've got some new prizes this year. There are two open spaces at The Indianapolis Metal Fest this summer. That's right, the winners and the runners-up will be heading to Hoosier City to melt some faces. Third place gets to clean the johns at the end of the night. Alright, thrashers, let's get our first act out here. Let's give a big church welcome to Iron Spawn." 

A round of cheers and applause comes from the audience as Mack The Knife leaves the stage, and the group launches into their first song. The metalheads in front of the stage start moshing, causing those who wish to stay out of the fray to step back, making the crowded space feel even tighter. Leaning forward, you look down the table at Steve to see if he's reacting to the crowd. His head is tipped back with the beer bottle at his lips, chugging down its contents. Nancy mirrors your position looking down the table.

"Hey Steve," she yells over the din, "Are you double fisting?" she tips her head toward the second beer in front of him. He leans around Robin and yells back. 

"I'm not driving. I'm not babysitting, and there's nothing trying to kill us. Seems like a good reason to have a few," Steve raises his bottle to clink with Robin's.

"I'll drink to that," Jonathan says, raising his beer. 

Nancy notices the confused look on your face and leans towards you, "He's kidding," she says, trying to explain Steve's odd toast, but you don't know if you're buying what she is selling. It's useless trying to get any information out of this group, who all seem in on whatever secrets Eddie and Steve are keeping, "When does Eddie go on?" she asks, changing the topic. 

"I'm not sure," you yell into her ear, "Each band plays four songs." 

Nancy nods in understanding, "It's too bad Dustin is too young to get in. He would have loved this," she gestures around at the dimly lit space packed with people swinging their heads in time with the hard rhythm of the song. 

"Next time we'll sneak him in," you say, and Nancy laughs. Although you doubt Nancy will make metal shows a regular thing, you peg her as more of a pop-synth girl. Jonathan seems to like it, you note as he lightly head bangs from his seat. 

"Eww, gross," Robin complains when Steve pulls out an unopened pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tosses it on the table, "Where did you even get those?" She crosses her arms while yelling at Steve. 

"From the vending machine," Steve shrugs, taking a sip from his second beer, the first bottle sitting empty on the table next to him. He taps the box on the table a few times before unwrapping the cell phone and pulling a matchbook from his pocket. 

"I didn't know you smoked," you yell, partially leaning over Robin. 

"Only when I drink," he replies, putting a cigarette between his lips and striking the match. He takes a drag and rests an elbow on the table, the other moving to the back of his seat, his tight t-shirt stretching across his chest as he leans back, crossing his legs before he purses those pouty lips, letting the smoke slowly trail into the air. Your pulse skips, and you grab your beer, taking a long pull.

"I think I'm having an asthma attack," Robin yells, fanning the air in front of her and pushing the ashtray further down the table. 

"You don't have asthma, Robin," Steve yells back. 

"I might now. Prolonged exposure to secondhand smoke can cause asthma," she puts her hand on her throat and coughs.

"Can I have a drag?" you ask over the music. 

"You smoke?" Robin asks like she found out you eat puppies for breakfast. 

"I do. Just usually not cigarettes," you wink at her.

"I guess that shouldn't be surprising," she says, catching on. 

"It really shouldn't," you say, laughing, after all you're dating Eddie. Steve reaches across Robin offering you his cigarette.

"Oh no," Robin says, jumping to her feet. I'm not sitting in between you if you're smoking, "I can feel my throat closing up. Anaphylaxis. I think I'm allergic," she leans forward with an exaggerated wheeze, "Switch seats with me if you're both going to smoke." Steve's mouth stretches into a cocky smirk. 

"No, that's okay. I don't have to smoke," you say loudly, waving her off. 

"Come on," Steve yells, "She could pass out. We'd have to call an ambulance." Robin's eyes get big, and she starts shaking her head at you.

"Fine," you grumble, sliding your beer down the table as you move into the seat next to Steve and angle your body away from him. 

"You better give her a little more space," Steve says, grabbing the bottom of your chair and pulling it until it's touching the edge of his. Under the table, you cross your legs, but he just spreads out further until his thigh is pressed right against yours. "Is that better, Robin?" Steve yells around you, smoothly moving his arm to drape over the back of your seat. She nods, still clutching her throat and hyperventilating. 

"That was mean," you yell. He takes the opportunity to lean even closer to you, pretending he can't hear. 

"She'll be alright," he says into your ear, tipping his head towards Robin, who is already laughing with Nancy and Jonathan. He extends his hand, offering you the ciggy he holds between two fingers. His eyes are trained on your mouth as you bring it to your lips, inhaling the thick smoke into your lungs. The gentle headrush hits you as you exhale, but you're not sure if it's from nicotine or Steve's fingers trailing down the bare skin of your arm. There's a satisfied look on his face as he takes the cigarette back from you. 

The lights flash, the audience cheers, and claps as the first band finishes their set and starts to unplug their guitars. The chatter from the patrons seems quiet compared to loud music, and it feels like you're hearing everything underwater. The reprieve from the loud volume is short-lived as Mack runs back on stage to announce the next band. The new drummer holds his sticks above his head, tapping them together, setting the beat for their first song, a cover of Dream Warriors. 

Goosebumps break out across your skin as Steve lifts his thumb from the back of your chair to trace patterns up and down your spine. The way it leaves you tingling, you wonder if everywhere he touches will be permanently marked. You're starting to second-guess your choice of shirt. If you asked him to stop, you know he would, but it would let him know how much his simple touches were affecting you. He seems unphased as he watches the band letting the cigarette hang between his lips. Picking up your beer, you hope concentrating on draining the rest will give you a distraction. Steve stubs out his cigarette and takes a sip of his beer, his lips lingering on the head of the bottle. Inhaling deeply, you can't seem to look away. He sets down the empty bottle and turns to you, brushing the hair off your shoulder before leaning so close his lips brush your ear as he speaks. 

"You wouldn't let me tell you earlier, how you look tonight," his fingertips drag over the uneven texture of your fishnet-covered leg. "I think you're the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen," he moves his mouth lower and tongues the sensitive skin right beneath your ear before his lips close over the same spot, gently sucking. Warm waves of arousal fill your pelvis, and you squeeze your legs together as you tilt away from his mouth and steal a nervous glance down at the other end of the table, but no one is watching. If they were, it would look like Steve was in your ear, trying to be heard over the music. Sure he was a little close, but that wasn't unusual for Steve. 

"I dressed like this for my boyfriend," you brush his hand from your leg. 

"You keep telling yourself that, sweet girl, but he's not the only one that knows how you taste," he pulls back, giving you a little space as Jonathan passes by the front of the table. He pauses and yells over the music. "I'm getting another round. Want anything?" he points toward the bar.

"I'll go with you," Steve yells back, and you notice he adjusts himself under the table before standing to go with Jonathan. At least you're not the only one affected. Grateful for a moment alone, you try to calm down. 

"Are you alright?" Robin leans towards you, "You're a little red," her finger points at your face making a circle. 

"It's hot in here," you fan the air in front of you and try changing the subject, "Are you having fun?"

"This is wild," she says smiling, "I like the energy."

More metalheads have entered the pit thrashing along with music. The third band has taken the stage and is playing Metal Health by Quiet Riot by the time Steve and Johnathan make it back from the bar carrying three beers each. Steve sets the bottles on the table, sliding one in front of you and keeping the other two for himself as he settles back in his seat. 

Lifting an eyebrow, you ask, "Trying to get me drunk?" 

He smiles and leans in. "No, I'm trying to get me drunk," he lifts his beer, taking a long pull as if making his point. 

"We're going to the bathroom. You wanna come?" you jump at the sound of Nancy's voice in your ear, so wrapped up with Steve that you hadn't noticed both she and Robin standing right beside you, "I'm okay," the two of them walk off to stand in, what you're sure is a very long line. Turning your head, you watch Jonathan alone at the end of the table, nursing his beer, air drumming from time to time. Eddie might make a metalhead out of him yet. 

Something warm and wet presses against your bare shoulder, you close your eyes, and you know Steve's kissing you. His mouth drifts across your skin, hot and smooth. Your toes curl inside your shoes, and your pussy clenches around nothing. Since your conversation in the hallway, he's had you in a state, heating you up and then letting you cool down, and each time the ache gets more intense, you've had enough. 

"Stop teasing me," you demand, spinning your body towards him, dislodging his lips from your shoulder. 

His mouth twists into a smirk, "I like seeing how much you want me," his hand moves to your leg, "It's only fair. It's easy to see how much I want you." Like magnets, your eyes go straight to his lap, his tight jeans doing little to hide the outline of his girthy hard cock. 

Looking away quickly, you pick up your beer, a light condensation clings to the outside of the bottle, and you hope the cold liquid can cool you down. But it's too late, images of Steve driving into you fill your mind, your breathing fluctuates, and your clit pulses. Those long blunt fingers start to work their way between the gaps in your stockings, rubbing against your overly sensitive skin and leaving you shivering. 

"Fuck, your nipples are so hard, I can see them through your shirt," his eyes are locked on your breasts where your hard nipples strain against your shirt, the outline of your puffy areolas clearly visible. The attention has your breasts feeling heavy and aching to be sucked and fondled.

His face is inches from yours, his breath coming in pants through his parted lips. His eyes don't leave yours as his finger jerk, "Oops," his eyes look black as he tears your stocking, "I'll buy you another pair," his fingers widen the hole as they move in circles on the inside of your leg. 

"Steve," you moan, sounding breathy and as out of control as you feel. Clamping your hand on his wrist, you mean to pull him away but end up holding him against you. 

"Jesus, I know, sweetheart," his mouth brushes down your temple, moving along your jaw, "Are you wet?" His words have your legs parting and your whole body trembling, "Not going to tell me?" feeling too dizzy to speak, you stay quiet and let your head lean against his forehead with his lips at your ear. 

"I guess I'll have to find out," he rasps, his fingers moving to the inside of your thigh, high up at the very edge of your shorts. There's an audible rip as he shreds your stockings, thick fingers working their way into your shorts toward your very wet panties. 

"And next up, all the way from Hawkins, we have Corroded Coffin," The host's voice is like cold water cutting through the haze of your lust. Nancy and Robin appear out of the crowd. Coming towards the table, you shoot out of your seat and away from Steve. Without looking back, you grab onto Robin's arm. "Let's get closer," you yell in her ear, pulling her behind you toward the stage.

Eddie is just starting the first gentle chords of Fight Fire with Fire by Metallica when the two of you make it to the front of the stage, carefully staying off to the side, so you don't get dragged into the pit. The two of you scream as the band blasts into the hard and fast tempo of the rest of the song. Robin falls against you, laughing, getting high on the crowd's energy.

Your breath is still coming in pants, clit throbbing, and watching your boyfriend on stage is doing little to curb your needy state. The whole band looks formidable under the swirling colored lights that change with the beat but Eddie…Eddie looks like a rockstar. His fingers fly over frets, not missing a note, his eyes moving over the crowd connecting with them, drawing them in. Jeff belts out lyrics into the mic, and Eddie jumps into the air at the key change. The extra practice has been worth it, he makes the complicated song look easy, and the crowd is eating it up. 

Sweat coats your skin as people brush against you, but your eyes are on him, thoughts filling your head about finding him backstage and how hard he would fuck you while coming down from his performance high. Steve finds you both and slides his hard cock against your ass-pushing it inside. Fuck, what is wrong with me? 

Eddie moves to the very edge of the stage, his arms making big movements as his guitar whines out the song's last notes. Someone in the crowd screams, "fuck yeah!" as the band is treated to heavy applause. Eddie looks over at you and winks, you never would have guessed he even knew you were there between the bright lights and his intense focus. He steps up to the mic and sings the opening lyrics to Cum On Feel The Noize. His voice flows smoothly through the speakers with just the right amount of rough edge for this song. Jeff joins him for the chorus, the two of them playing back to back. The hot lights show off the light sheen of sweat covering Eddie's bare arms, his muscles flexing as he plays, tattoos peeking out from the rip at the neck of his shirt. There is no doubt he belongs on a stage. 

Yelling out the chorus, you and Robin bounce on your toes. Every movement has your nipples scraping against the fabric of your shirt, sending little shocks through your body. Eddie's eyes are on you, tongue sneaking out to run along his top lip.The ache to be filled is overwhelming as a fresh wave of slick has your panties sticking to your pussy. The song ends. Gareth bangs out a quick beat on the drums transitioning to Hot For Teacher. Eddie jumps in with a brutal riff, followed by the rest of the group. He moves around the stage, jamming out, almost randomly heading back to the mic to belt out a few of the sexual lyrics, clearly having a ball covering this song. 

Without warning, he rushes to the side of the stage where you're standing, leaning forward and singing directly to you. 

"I've got it bad, I've got it bad, I've got it bad"

"I'm hot for teacher"

"Ooh, yeah"

Hollering like fangirls, you and Robin pretend to faint against each other. Eddie's smile widens as he dashes back across the stage for the song's end. It's clear he's having a blast, and it's well-deserved. Jeff waits for the applause to die down before he addresses the audience, "This is the last one from us," a wave of disappointed noise rises out of the crowd. Jeff and Eddie give each other an amused look. 

"We'll miss you too," Eddie blows the crowd an exaggerated kiss, and they react with light laughter. 

"Hopefully, we will be back real soon," Jeff says into the mic," You can come see us at The Hideout in Hawkins every Tuesday night. It's been real fun playing for y'all. Here's one you might know," Jeff steps back. 

The bass and drums set the fast-paced rhythm for Ace of Spades, another guitar-heavy song spotlighting Eddie's skills on lead guitar. More moshers join the pit, the metalheads cheering their approval. 

"They're gonna win this thing," Robin says in awe, looking out into the crowd. 

Grabbing her hand, you move her pointer over her middle, "Fingers crossed."

All the bands tonight have been great, some a little more seasoned than Corroded Coffin, but none of them have matched their energy, and Eddie is untouchable on guitar. Life has dealt Eddie a shitty hand, but he pushes on. Whistles and yells accompany the clapping as the last song closes and the band gathers their instruments. "Please let him have this," you mumble in prayer to whatever gods are listening. 

"They were so good," Robin says, wiping the sweat off her forehead as the two of you work through the crowd. 

"They really were," you agree," thanks for braving the crowd with me."

"Are you kidding? I loved it. Sign me up for the next show," she says as the table comes into view. Steve and Nancy are sitting close, talking, but as if he senses you, his eyes snap to yours, an intense expression taking over his face, stopping you in your tracks.  

Robin grabs your forearm, her eyes bounce from you to Steve and you can feel her hesitancy before she says, "Someone's going to get hurt." 

"It's too late," you say, shaking your head, "we all are." Turning away from her, you push back into the crowd, trying to get lost amongst the mass of bodies. 

A little pocket of space opens up just before the bars, and you settle there, trying to look like you're watching the show. A metalhead and his girlfriend to the right of you, eye you curiously as you stand there panting, your body tense with alarm. 

An audible moan leaves your mouth as a big hand slides around your waist to your stomach, fingers working their way under your shirt. Steve sloppily mouths your neck, his wet tongue licking off your sweat. He pulls you back into his hip, his erection pushing into your ass. With eyes closed, you melt into his strong chest and wrap your hand back against his thigh. 

"We're always getting interrupted," he says into your ear before giving your earlobe a little nip. The smell of beer and cigarettes mix with his usual scent.

"Are you drunk?" you ask as his fingers pop open the button of your shorts.

"Maybe a little but not enough to forget how much I need you." his fingers are slipping into the front of your pants, "Kiss me."  

It's a demand. His other hand grips the back of your neck, and it's all too much, your mouth finds his, and you slide your tongue inside. He groans against your lips, and the hand in your pants slides farther down, cupping you over your stockings and panties, rubbing over the wet material. 

"Someone is going to see," your hips roll in a slow rhythm grinding against him.

"I don't care. I want inside you. Now," his other hand drops to your breast, kneading it over your shirt, "Come with me. We'll find someplace to be alone."

Yes sits on your tongue, waiting to push past your lips. He's rubbing you faster, and you're not going to last much longer, the coil already tightening in your belly. Your eyes flutter open, and through the haze, they land on the side door next to the stage. The one that Eddie has just walked through. He's moving in the direction of your table.

Steve calls your name, but you're already walking away. Bodies brush against you as you push through the crowd, heading straight towards Eddie, your vision tunneled solely on him. A soft smile tugs at his lips when your eyes connect, and he starts moving to meet you. His damp curls stick to his forehead, and his arms and neck still shine with sweat.

"What did-" you cut him off, grabbing his jaw and attacking his mouth. His arm goes around your waist, pulling you closer as he opens for you, and you waste no time licking inside. The kiss is sloppy, all tongue, mouths open wide. It isn't enough, you end the kiss biting his lower lip and grabbing his wrist.

"Baby," you ignore his endearment as you pull him behind you towards the side entrance hall, "Baby, where are we going?" He asks, chuckling, not put off by you taking control. Long lines snake down the hall, and people wait impatiently for one of the four bathrooms. A door opens as someone exits. Curses and moaning follow as you cut the line pulling Eddie inside behind before you turn and lock the door. The fluorescent light flickers overhead, the sink drips, and the trashcan is overflowing with paper towels, and God knows what else, but you don't see any of it as you push Eddie up against the wall, rubbing your body against him and sucking on his tongue. His hand moves to your ass, trying to bring you closer as you grind all over him, your hands clawing at his wettish shirt. Your mouth moves to his neck, licking and sucking his salty skin as your hands unbuckle his belt. 

"Jesus, baby, what are you doing?" he asks as you pull his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock. Dropping to your knees on the filthy bathroom floor, you hold his eyes as you lick the silky head of his hardening cock.

"Okay…fuck," he pants as your other hand rolls his balls. Licking up and down his veiny shaft, you drool out as much spit as possible, soaking his cock before your hand wraps around the base. Sucking the red leaking head into your mouth, you hollow your cheeks while the tip of your tongue pushes into the slit tasting the precum. 

"Goddam Baby, that's it," his hands move to the back of your head as you start shallow, bobbing your mouth while your hand works the velvety skin of his hard shaft with smooth regular strokes. His blown-out eyes are almost black as he looks down at you, moaning with your mouth full of his cock. Your cunt is wildly clenching, the ache turning painful. With your free hand, you rip down one side of your halter freeing your breast so you can tug on your hard nipple. 

"Can you take me deeper?" His hands gently press on the back of your head, guiding you down until you're gagging when his cock hits the back of your throat. He lets go expecting you to back off, but your hands run up his denim-covered thigh until you're gripping his ass, holding him in place as you swallow him down until your nose is pressed into the coarse hair at his base. A string of curses leaves his mouth as he turns into a moaning mess above you. You release him when you're struggling for air, spit running down your chin and eyes watering.

The pumping bass reverberates through the black-painted walls of the tiny bathroom, and the antiseptic smell of the cheap pink soap dripping from the dispenser fills your nose as you breathe deep, catching your breath while continuing to stroke his wet length up and down with your hand. 

"Oh my god," he pants, gently stroking your hair, softly tucking it behind your ears. 

A frustrated cry spills from your lips as you try working your other hand under the tight waistband of your stockings and panties, the material sticking to your sweaty skin.

"Touch yourself," Eddie encourages, his hooded eyes drinking you in.

"I'm so wet. I need to come," you whine, tears rolling down your cheeks, your fingertips finally reaching your engorged clit, your hips rolling and grinding against your hand. 

"I want you to come while I'm in your mouth," his request has you moaning as you return to him, working him deeper and faster between your lips.

The emptiness inside you nudges away the pleasure. Like a cheap knockoff, your fingers feel inadequate after Steve's touch. The fierce craving to be stretched and filled consumes your thoughts. Eddie would have fucked you. Held your hands against the wall while his hips pistoned, driving into you or watching your face in the mirror as he took you from behind. But you hadn't asked. The whole truth hitting you at the same time as your orgasm, it wasn't Eddie you wanted inside you. That's why you are on your knees in a dirty bathroom, working toward repentance, letting him use your mouth while you ache for someone else. The guilt fizzles out your climax leaving you wet and uncomfortable. 

He moans above you, lost in his own haze, "I'm so close..so close," he swells in your mouth, the taste of him changing as he leaks in a steady drip.

Letting him slide past your lips, you give his tip one more kiss while you free your other breast, lifting yourself higher, "Come for me. Come on my tits," you plead, rubbing his dribbling head against your nipple. 

"Oh fuck I'm coming," he groans, voice rough and rasping. He nearly falls forward with the force of his release, batting away your hand so he can paint your chest with the hot sticky ropes of his cum.

When his last spurt is dripping down your breasts, he grabs you under your arms, lifting you to your feet, pushing you into the opposite wall. One hand grips your chin, opening your mouth for his plundering tongue, kissing you in a frenzy. While his other hand kneads your breasts, catching your nipple between his fingers while he rubs his cum into your skin. His kiss turns lazy as his cock softens against your belly. 

"I love you," he presses small kisses to your lips, "did you cum?"

"Mmmmhmmm," you mumble, nodding your head, kissing him back, and enjoying his hands on your skin. 

"What got into you?" he asks, peppering kisses over your face. 

"I wanted you to have the full rockstar experience," you lightly brush your hand against his cock, and he shivers.

"I don't even care if we win anymore. That was the best head I've ever had," he says, sucking down your neck. Shame washes over you. 

Clamping down in his hair, you pull his head back until he's looking into your eyes, "You were fucking amazing. I've never heard you sound so good. I'm so proud of you."

He smiles and kisses you. Someone starts banging on the door. The two of you go about cleaning up and redressing. You're met with more curses and boos as you leave the bathroom and walk down the hall. Eddie has to return backstage until the end of the showcase when they announce the winner. Before he walks away, you grab his hand, "I really love you," you say, suddenly overcome with emotion. Whatever has happened hasn't changed that. He pulls you into his arms, his hands tangling in your hair.

"I love you too," he says into your ear. He holds you a minute before waking away, and you stand there watching until he's through the door. Deciding you need a drink, you wait in line at the bar, not in a hurry to return to the table. When it's your turn, you order and wait patiently at the busy bar for the bartender to serve you. He pushes a bottle your way, and you pull a couple of folded bills from your pocket and leave them behind. Stepping away from the line, you pause to sip your drink, but the bottle slips through your fingers and smashes on the stone floor. The sound is barely loud enough to be heard over the loud metal music, but a bartender with a weary face slips out from behind the bar with a towel and broom.

"Are you alright?" He asks, wondering why you are standing there frozen in a puddle of beer and broken glass. Stepping back, you run your shaking hands through your hair and mumble your apology, still unable to take your eyes off Steve. He's at the end of the bar standing close to a stool taken by his new blonde friend from earlier. His tongue is in her mouth, and his hand is up her skirt. She's enjoying it, holding his head in place while she tries to swallow his entire face. 

Turning away, you wrap your hands around your middle, feeling sick and gut-punched. He's not yours, and you know that. If the pain you're experiencing can be used to measure the depth of your feelings, you've fallen further than you thought possible. Feeling foolish and angry, all you want is to leave, but you can't. You're not going to ruin this for Eddie. Swallowing your anguish, you walk back to the table and plaster on a smile as you sit next to Robin. 

"What happened?" Robin asks, pointing to your legs. Besides the holes Steve ripped, your stockings have sizable holes in each knee, and your skin is scraped and scunned. 

"I tripped," the lies are stacking up. Her expression doesn't hide her disbelief. 

"Have you seen Steve?" she asks, studying your face.

Shaking your head from side to side, you quickly turn away from her, swiping some wetness in the corner of your eye. He's not getting your tears. 

"They should be announcing a winner soon. I think this is the last band," you try changing the subject.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asks in a lowered voice. 

"No…but thanks, Robin," your smile is sincere. The two of you sit and watch the last band finish up. During the break, Nancy and Jonathan pull you into a conversation about some things happening at school, reminding you that graduation is right around the corner. Eddie's taking you to pick out a car next week. Maybe you can get a second job, and when Eddie finds something, you can bring up moving into your own place again.

The stage lights start circling and changing from purple to red to yellow and back again. The members of the ten bands crowd onto the stage followed by Mack who steps up to the mic, "Alright, Alright, another Showdown has come to an end and this was one for the books. If metal is God's apology for pop music, then we worshiped hard tonight, my friends." 

The crowd cheers, and Mack waits for the noise to die before continuing, "And now for the winners. Let me tell you, the judges had a hard decision to make. It was close. Closer than your balls in leather pants, and many of you know how close that is," Mack points at a few people in the audience, "Second place who will be joining us at this summer's Metal Fest.."

Eddie's standing with his hands behind his back, nervously looking down at his feet. Everyone at your table is holding their breath.

"Is our new friends, Corroded Coffin," Mack says, pointing to the group. The boys' mouths fall open, and you jump to your feet, yelling and clapping. Jonathan whistles loudly. Nancy and Robin join you, cheering for Eddie and the rest of the band.

"These guys are definitely the ones to watch at next year's Showdown. Congratulations, guys," Mack joins the rest of the audience clapping. Jeff slings his arm around Eddie's neck as he stands there dumbfounded. The rest group is fist-pumping and high-fiving. 

"Now for this year's Stone Church Showdown winners, one of our long-time favorites, Severed Monkey Heads," Mack points out the other band, and the applause continues, "Thanks for coming out tonight, thrashers. We hope to see you all back at the Church real soon. Now you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."

After another few minutes of applause, the stage empties, and people start to shuffle out of the building. Nancy and Robin are beginning to get concerned with Steve's disappearance, and you're trying your best to act like you don't notice. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie walking toward the table, a big smile plastered on his face. 

With a smile, you run over to meet him, and he sweeps you up in his arms. 

"Babe, you are so metal you're going to rust in the shower," you say, peppering his face with kisses. 

"You've been saving that one up, haven't you?" he laughs, "but I am pretty metal."

"So metal," you agree. Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin start clapping and congratulating Eddie as he takes your seat and pulls you onto his lap. 

"You're too kind," Eddie says, soaking up their praise. 

"Not that second place isn't a perfectly respectable position, but in my humble opinion, you definitely melted the most faces," Robin says, "You should have come in first."

"Well, thanks, Buckley, I'm going to put you in charge of our fan club," Eddie laughs, "but the good news is Jeff is backstage right now talking to Mack about booking us a few gigs here."

"That's great, Eddie," Nancy says genuinely, "Don't forget to call Dustin when you get home. You know he's waiting by the phone to hear, and I don't want Mike telling him before you get a chance."

"Will do," Eddie says, giving her a salute, "Baby, your knees," Eddies says, noticing your scraped skin and wincing, "I guess we got a little carried away." 

Robin bites her lip, trying to hide her smile as she shakes her head.

"Are you guys taking off?" Eddie asks, looking around the empty club. 

"We're just waiting for Steve," Nancy tells him.

"Oh shit, I was supposed to tell you," Eddie says, smacking his forehead, "I saw him when I came out. He left with some girl and told me to tell you he got a ride."

"What girl?" Nancy asks.

"Did he give you a phone number? She could be a serial killer," Robin panics.

"Calm down, mother hens," Eddie says, making a downward motion with his hands. Jonathan snorts, and Nancy smacks his arm.

"He's getting laid. He's a big boy. He can handle it." Eddie assures them as you try to act indifferent.

"Eww," Robin blanches. At the same time Nancy says, "Really, Eddie?"

"Just get my girl home, okay, Wheeler? If he doesn't show up by tomorrow, we can send out a search party," Eddie turns to you, "I've got to get all this shit back to Gareth's. I'll be home as soon as I can."

"Okay," you say, kissing him and standing up so he can go get packed up. 

"Tripped my ass," Robin says, elbowing you on your way out of the bar.

The house sits dark and imposing, the tall tree's swaying in the light breeze. You wished you had somewhere else to go for the first time since moving in. The key sticks in the lock, being recently cut, not having the wear of an older key, you have to jiggle it a little to get it out. You go straight to your room without bothering with any lights and strip off your clothes. The stockings go into the trash, and you let the shower run, filling the room with steam while you look at your reflection in the mirror. Once you're in the shower, you allow yourself a little cry. Just once, where it won't hurt anyone, your tears disappear into the water flowing over your face. Does it even really count? The peach-scented soap scrubs away your makeup and your sweat and both their touches. Stepping back into your bedroom, you pull a tee over your head, and it's not until you're crawling into bed that you realize it's Steve's. Your hands clutch the hem, wanting it off your skin, but in the end, you leave it and burrow deeper under the covers. 

When you hear the first bump, you're not sure if you have actually been asleep or just hovering in the space between. Heavy, uneven footsteps stomp up the stairs, an occasional thud as something hits the wall. The first giggle leaves you nauseous, an acid burning in your gut. A deep exhale leaves your lungs as you hear his door shut, and you shut your eyes, trying to head back into oblivion. The moans started low at first but quickly ramped up to almost screaming. Obscenities of all kinds yelled in a high-pitched voice accompanied by a rhythmic banging of something hitting the wall. But the first "please, daddy" has you burying your head under the pillows. It seems like it had been going on for hours when you feel Eddie sliding in beside you.

"Are you still awake, baby," he asks, rubbing your back.

"What do you think?" you ask grumpily as the sex olympics continue across the hall.

He chuckles, "Harrington picked a real screamer."

"It's not funny, Eddie. I'm tired. I have to work tomorrow," you roll over to face him.

"Not until tomorrow night. You can sleep late tomorrow morning. You don't have to get up with me," he's trying to be helpful, but rationality has gone out the window with the mood you're in. With a quick succession of bangs and an exaggerated, long shriek, the house goes quiet.

"There you go, baby. All done. Let's go to sleep," he wraps an arm around you, and you rest your head on his chest. Your heart rate is just returning to normal when the whole thing begins again.

"That's it," you say, sitting up, "You need to go say something."

"I'm not going to do that," he says, clearly annoyed by your request, "If he wants to bang her all night, it's his own business. Besides, we're not exactly quiet."

"Are you saying I sound anything close to that?" You point towards the door as the sound of a cat being strangled echoes through the house.

"Not you. I'm talking about me," he tries to joke, tugging you down next to him, "You know we could always make a little noise of our own," his fingers are sliding under your shirt.

"I think I had too much to drink. I'm really tired. Let's just go to sleep," you say, rolling away from him.

He sighs and rolls away from you.

There is nothing but the sound of Eddie's deep breaths filling the room, but you're still awake. Frustrated, you stare up at the dark ceiling, wondering when things got so complicated. The floor feels cold after the warmth of your bed as you leave the room, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible, not wanting to trigger another round of…whatever they were doing to each other in that room. 

Only turning on the small light above the sink, you fill the kettle and pull a box of tea from the cabinet. Once the water is ready, you fill a mug and sit at the table, dunking the tea bag listlessly while you watch the soft waves moving on the pool's surface lit up by the underwater lights. The water is soothing. Its motion lets you shut off your brain and just be still. 

You're taking your first sip when Steve comes padding into the kitchen, hair a mess in just his boxers. He heads straight to the refrigerator. The light from inside makes the circles under his eyes look deeper. He pulls out a can of beer and chugs it while leaning against the kitchen island.

"Finished performing your exorcism?" you ask from your seat at the table.

"Sorry. Am I keeping you up?" he doesn't seem surprised to see you. He didn't even jump. He knew you were there. 

"She's pretty… um…vocal," he says with a little smirk setting his can down on the counter.

"No, I enjoyed it. It sounded like a bad porno," you sip your tea calmly.

"Trust me, that would have been quality porn," he throws out flippantly as he rubs his chest.

Getting up from your seat, you dump your tea in the sink, "I can't believe you brought her here. Did you want to rub it in my face?" you ask, placing your mug on the counter and turning to face him.

"This is my goddamn house," he puts his hands on his hips, "You can't be mad at me for that. You left me there… ready and needing you." 

"You sure didn't have any trouble finding someone to give you what you wanted," you turn to leave, but he grabs your wrist.

"At least I know who I fucked. Who were you thinking about?" he boxes you in against the island, "Who made you cum? Him or me?"

There's a sting as tears fill your eyes, "What do you want from me, Steve?"

"Everything. I want all of you," in this light, his eyes look more brown than green as they bore into you.

"Go back upstairs. She's waiting for you," you keep your voice even trying to sound sure. 

"I don't want her," his hands move gently over your jaw, "Don't you know that? Don't you know you're all I can think about," he uses his thumb to brush away the tear that was running down your cheek.

"Kiss me."

"No," you pull his hands off your face and shake your head.

"Kiss me like you did the last time we were here. Like I'm the only one," he moves closer, putting his hands on your hip.

You turn your head away from him, repulsed, "No, I can't. God, I can smell her all over you."

His mouth opens in shock, his hands drop, and he steps away from you. He's pinching the bridge of his nose and leaning against the counter as you rush out of the room.

To say your shift was miserable would be an understatement. Your sleepless night has left you grouchy and clumsy. The latter you discovered when you bumped into another server who was carrying a tray full of dirty dishes that went crashing to the floor. Fortunately only one broke. The night was busy enough to keep Leigh out of your hair, the one bright spot of the evening. Two tables left without tipping which you’re certain had nothing to do with your sunny disposition. 

Steve is standing on the curb leaning against the BMW when you walk out the front door of Enzo’s at the end of the night. Crossing your arms, you huff and start to walk down the sidewalk.

“Hi, Steve,” you shake your head when you hear Leigh's voice behind you.

“Hi, Leigh,” Steve calls over his shoulder as he catches up to you and stops you with a hand on your arm.

“Where’s Eddie?” you ask, shaking him off. 

“Wayne needed him for something. I told him I’d come and get you,” he looks more like himself today, showered and shaved. And fully sober.

“I’d rather walk.”

“Yeah, well, we both know that’s not happening so can we please just get in the car,” he stands there, arms crossed, voice full of reason. 

Rolling your eyes, you change direction and walk back towards the car, hating that he's right. 

He doesn't say anything else as he pulls onto the road. After he misses a turn you realize he's not taking you home. 

"Where are we going?" you ask as you stare out the window at the houses blurring past.

"Somewhere we can talk," he says, heading toward the edge of town. Turning, you look behind you at the way you came, surprised when he turns off the pavement following a set of tire tracks up a grassy hill. It flattens out when you reach the top, there's an antenna that looks homemade, the headlights bounce off a few pieces on the arms wrapped in tinfoil. When Steve cuts the engine, the lights from downtown seem brighter. Hawkins looks serene spread out below you like a picture from a book.  

"I'm sorry," he says quietly, keeping his eyes on the view.

"For which part?" you ask incredulously. There have been too many transgressions.

"I'm sorry you weren't the one in my bed last night," he's looking at you now, gauging your response.

Covering your face with your hands, you slide them up, raking them through your hair before you get out of the car and slam the door. 

A weariness hangs off your shoulders, one that you are too young to be carrying, one that comes later when you've been beaten down by life. It clings to this whole town. Disaster after disaster breaking down its residents, leaving them to clean up the broken pieces. Leaning against the car, you wonder if you'll ever make it out. 

The car door opens and closes. And Steve is standing in front of you. 

"We're just hurting each other," you say, trying to get him to understand. 

"What's hurting us is being apart," he's so sure. How he can be that way when you feel nothing but confused.

"Remember what I told you about when you first showed up with…Eddie. Fuck, I can't even say his name anymore," he scrubs his face with hands.

"Maybe that should tell you something, Steve," you say, trying to catch his eyes as he looks all around the hilltop, "This is wrong to do to him."

"I know, okay. It's eating me up. After what we went through," his hands move to his hips, "I tried. I really tried to stay away from you. When you moved in I was so fucked up. I was so alone. I watched you with him. At first I thought I just wanted someone to look at me the way you look at him but I was wrong. I wanted you. And just having you around was enough but then he…offered you. I couldn't say no," he moves closer, his hand slides down your arm until he can wrap his fingers around yours, "I wanted to kiss you just once and you said yes. After, I noticed it. You were looking at me…the way I wanted you to. I hadn’t seen it before."

"No, Steve-"

"Why did you say yes?" he's asked you this question before, you didn't want to answer, didn't want to think about it but you knew. When you stay silent he steps closer, his body brushing against you, he asks you again, "Why did you say yes?"

His eyes are so hopeful, his heart wide open and you can't hide when he's looking at you like this, so you try and look away. His hand moves to your neck holding you in place. Your head is swimming, and you can't think straight with him this close.

 "Tell me," his hand tightens on your neck, not allowing you to run from his eyes. 

"Because I wanted you," you cry out.

"And now?" his eyes are pleading.

"I still do."

The words spill from your lips, a defeated cry, too weak to fight any longer. His thumb traces your bottom lip just before he seals his mouth over yours, claiming you, and there's no going back. The sounds of his longing escape into the night as his tongue delves inside, hot and slick. He's an arsonist, setting you a blaze, your whole body fully consumed in the white-hot flame, nothing existing beyond this kiss.

Strong hands dig into your thighs as you're lifted onto the car's hood. The cool metal chills your exposed skin when your skirt rides higher as you spread your legs, the hard length trapped in his jeans pressing against your wet panties. The kiss breaks as your shirt is peeled over your head. He licks his way down your neck while his hands rip down the cups of your bra, exposing your soft full breasts into the cool night air, leaving your nipples incredibly hard and aching. His wet, open mouth kisses a painfully slow path until he finally fastens onto your riotously sensitive nipple. He moves from one to the other and back again. The combination of his light stubble and grazing teeth has you singing a chorus of desperate moans. 

"Steve," your soft plea brings his mouth back to you while his hands take turns teasing your breasts, sending sparks to your core.

Your greedy fingers work their way under his shirt, needy for the feel of him. Knowing what you want, he pauses to remove his shirt, a silent pledge that he will never deny you his body. All the beautiful freckled skin covering his lithe muscles is finally accessible to your covetous hands and mouth. There's not an inch you don't want to taste and touch. 

A gruff hum sounds from his throat as your lips close over his collarbone while your nails scratch through the trail of light hair on his belly. His patience is slipping, he cups your jaw bringing your mouth back to him to indulge in one more sweet kiss before he gently encourages you back onto your elbows. His hands stroke up your legs, the stiff corduroy of your skirt is roughly pushed around your waist, and your panties are gone a moment later. Your teeth bite into the flesh of your lip as you watch him free his hard thick cock from his jeans.

"Tell me to stop," his voice shakes while he glides his fat tip up and down the folds of your drenched core. 

"I can't," you gasp as he bumps your clit.

"Please, tell me to stop," he pleads. The two of you stand at the edge of betrayal, your feet struggling for purchase on the rocky cliff. His loyalty for Eddie a fraying teether just about to snap.

"I need you," wrapping your leg over his hip, you nudge him closer, "I want this," you’re too far gone to think of the consequences. 

He surges inside, every inch of him stretching you to complete fullness. Euphoria spins dizzyingly, taking hold as he begins to stroke into you. 

"You feel so fucking good," he breaths, his cock draging along your insides, "I knew.." His hand presses into your stomach while his thumb circles your clit. "I knew once with you was never going to be enough." You knew it too. All along from the very first kiss.

Lowering your head, you lie flat on the car's hood. The rigid steel is unyielding against your back, his wet saliva cools on your breasts, you look up and see stars. The black night sky teams with the glimmering light, and he sees them too, reflected in your eyes. 

"You feel so…" he captures your hand and places it just above your pelvis, covering it with his, pressing down so you can feel him moving under your skin, "you feel like…." he stutters as his tip kisses your cervix, "Mine." 

His deep voice is so full of emotion as his rhythm picks up, and he drives into you harder, "Tell me you're mine," he begs.

"I can't," you can't give him this, he's already taken too much. Above you more stars appear like an enchantment as your eyes dilate and adjust. 

"Please," a piece of his heart has broken off and lodged in his plea, another one he'll never get back.

"I love you," his confession cracks you open, your heart bursting in exultation and agonizingly breaking, "I do. I love you."

"Tell me," His hips snap punishingly, "Say you're mine." His body owns you while his heart begs for you. Tears blur your vision, and the light from the stars fuse together and streak across the sky. You begin to climb toward the edge, almost frightened at how high he's taking you. 

He tugs you up, hugging you closer, his heart drumming wildly against yours, and you wrap your arms and legs around him, trying to protect you both, his cock still thrusting inside-pleasure mixing with the heartache. 

"I love you...I love you…I love you," he chants against your mouth. The words long held back, his only defense against you destroyed, and now they tumble out eternal and unrestrained. 

"Please, I love you," tears run down his cheeks, mingling with yours. Flowing past your lips until their salty taste mixes in his kiss. 

"I love you too," you quaver, the words rushing out, finally admitting the truth as your climax hits and you fall, waves of ecstasy cresting endlessly, body trembling around him, the verity that you love them both shattering you into thousands of sharp pieces that slice you from the inside. 

Your forehead rests against his, fingers smoothing along his jaw, your body still shaking and milking him, you say it again, "I love you, Steve," wanting him to know he's not alone, wanting your words to soften his fall. His muscles tense as he clings to you, a sharp inhale of breath through his parted lips that keep brushing over yours, exhaling a groan as he comes with his cock buried impossibly deep, warmth filling you as he pulses. 

"But I'm not yours."

“I know it’s not supposed to be like this,” you say, sitting in his car parked in front of the house, “I love you, but I love him too.”

“So what do we do now?” he asks, looking up at the light coming from your room. 

“I don’t know,” you know you're hurting him but you're being honest, “Can you give me some time?”

He nods his head but doesn’t look at you. “Are you coming in?” you ask with your hand on the door handle.

“No, I’m going to drive around for a bit,” he tries, giving you a little smile. 

“Okay,” the door creaks as you open it and climb out. 

He leans toward the open door, “I never would have shared you.”

“Isn’t that what you're doing now?” you close the door without waiting for an answer and watch as he backs down the driveway.

Part 7 The End is live.

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[celiciaa]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

EPILOGUE.

A beast’s dream fulfilled by beauty.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

spoilers from gilbert's route.

trigger warning: mildly suggestive

minors and ageless blogs dni.

While I want to respect Emma’s desire to make friends in Obsidian,

I find myself wishing she wouldn't be able to make friends for the rest of her life.

(Maybe it's because I'm like this that I couldn't make friends in the true sense of the word.)

Emma: ——So, can I go back to town tomorrow?

Gilbert: Yeah, no.

Emma:….I'm allowed to make friends, right?

Gilbert: Nope.

Gilbert: I've given you permission, but I'm not going to let you cut back on your time with me, okay?

Gilbert: I endured it today. You're not going to make me endure day after day, are you?

Emma:……

(This face...you’re making me think about what to do with you.)

I know that if I allow her to make friends, I will have to bend.

Despite such assertions of reason and conscience, I pushed Emma down on the table and——

Gilbert: If you really want to go…..

Gilbert:….You know what I mean? // You understand what I mean, don't you?

(I need you to put me in a good mood.) // (I need you to take care of me.)

I untied the ribbon of her black dress that was wrapped around her and forcefully opened the collar.

I buried my face in her neck and sucked hard on her skin, and a cute voice escaped from her tiny lips.

Emma: To do in a place like this….

Gilbert: Eh, not enough?

Pressing my lips on the other side of her neck, leaving a dark mark on her skin.

The marks, which were scattered in positions that could not be concealed even by high-collared clothing, were not likely to disappear for some time.

Gilbert: You know what? People always carry an impression of you from the first time they meet you.

Gilbert: What would your first impression be if you went out looking for friends now?

(No matter who you meet, you'll get an embarrassing imagination.)

As I licked the marks, Emma’s body stiffened.

Emma:….I can't go out like this.

Gilbert: Is that so? Poor little thing.

Emma: Gil…..

Gilbert: I'm just overflowing with love.

Emma looks away, embarrassed.

(I think that's the part she’s supposed to be upset about.)

Emma:….If that's the way you want to play it, I have an idea.

Gilbert: Hmm?

Emma sits up and wraps her arms around my neck.

Just when I thought I was being hugged, Emma pressed her lips to mine.

A few shyly pecked kisses were frustrating,

Invitingly opening my mouth so that Emma will respond in kind.

It was so comfortable that our tongues were intertwined, and it fueled feelings that I did not want to let go of.

(I feel like this has the opposite effect….)

While Emma is engrossed in the kiss, I pull the dress down to her waist.

Emma, who would normally be shy, showed little resistance today.

But when I put my hand on her breast, the kiss didn't last long.

Emma:….Aaah…..

Gilbert: What is your "idea"?

When I asked while pinching her nipples, Emma lowered her eyes.

Emma: My fiancé is a lonely person….

Emma: I thought I should pack a lot of love so that you won't be lonely even when we are apart for a while.

Gilbert: Hehe, you really know how to please me, don't you?

When I bite into her swollen breast, Emma frustratingly grabs my cloak.

Gilbert: But I'm a glutton, so I'm not sure how much love you can stuff into me.

Gilbert: After all, you may not have time to make friends.

Emma:…..

Gilbert: You don't like it?

Emma: No way. I know Gil is that kind of person.

Emma: But I'm still here because I love you.

(…..As always.)

Emma stroked my hair soothingly, not resisting as I fondled her breasts.

Emma:….I know Gil doesn't like it.

Emma: Still, please let me spread my connections.

Emma: I want to love the country of Obsidian even more.

Gilbert:….Is that what you truly want?

Emma nods and raises an eyebrow.

(…..You….)

(I knew it. You’re just the same old me.)

I had been betrayed so many times that I had forgotten all about it,

At the time my mother and brother were killed, I hated and loathed Obsidian.

However, as a member of the royal family, I cannot fulfill my duties while hating my country.

I wanted to have a lot of friends because I wanted to try to make them like me somehow.

I thought that the pure feelings I had back then had already been lost,

Now, it's shining again in front of me.

(——I’ve decided to believe in you.)

(I'm not a child, so I can't afford to mess around forever.)

Perhaps realizing that the atmosphere had changed, Emma smiled and covered her mouth on mine again.

Fueled by a clumsy kiss, I grabbed her both legs and forced them open.

Emma: Aahh…in a place like this——

Gilbert: I want to have sex right here, okay? I don’t want anyone to see that lewd face of yours while we head back to my room.

Gilbert: I don't kill people just because I like them either, you know?

(I'm a disaster for you. But you like that, don't you?)

I pulled up the hem of her dress to her stomach and stirred the wet nectar between her legs with my fingers.

(No matter how many friends Emma makes from now on….)

(I'm the only one allowed to do this, so I have to be tolerant to some extent.)

(….Well, I guess it's impossible.)

When Emma’s body is softened, I penetrate her, and her expression becomes glamorous and twisted.

She hugged me so tightly that I could hardly catch my breath, and I hugged her back in response.

Gilbert: Hey—— you're the only one who would never betray me.

Gilbert: Even if you make friends, will you still love me?

Emma nodded repeatedly, trying to swallow the heat more deeply.

Emma: Please…don't mix/lump me with your old friends.

Gilbert: That's true, too. Because you're my fiancée.

(If you can expand your connections and get people to say you love Obsidian, that's a good thing….)

(Maybe I can learn to love this rotten country, too.)

(What I wanted when I was a child was something so warm.)

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Kicho's Main Story Chapter 6 Premium

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. JP SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes.

Kicho: "...ive…"

Mai: "What?"

Kicho: "I want to live."

(----!)

I didn't know to whom he was directing those words, but I felt an electric current surging through my entire body, making it impossible for me to stay still.

Mai: "Pull yourself together! Right, the pistol!"

Mai: "Maybe if I shoot the door with it, it might open, or the sound will alert someone!"

(I don't know if I can shoot well because I've never used it, but I can't leave him in this condition.)

(I need to do something.)

I was about to take it from his hand with my trembling fingers when一

Boom!

Mai: "!?"

The door swung open, and two heavy-looking boards fell, letting in the blinding light.

Mai: "You're..."

Motonari: "Ha! Serves you right, Kicho."

(Good, he seems to have calmed down a bit.)

Patting my chest in relief, I sat on the chair near the bed.

I brushed away the hair sticking to his side and gently wiped his forehead, making his eyelids twitch.

(Oh...)

Kicho: "Mai?"

Mai: "You okay?"

Kicho: "Yeah, sort of."

He slowly opened his eyes and turned his gaze toward me.

Kicho: "This is my room. What happened since then?"

Mai: "Motonari helped us out."

Mai: "Your subordinate, working with me, called for help when he came to the side of the warehouse and noticed something strange."

Kicho: "I see. We were saved."

Mai: "Yes."

(I wonder what would've happened to him if we had stayed trapped in there.)

(No, I don't even want to imagine it.)

Kicho: "It's already dusk? Looks like I've been out for a while."

Mai: "Yeah. I think you've been asleep for a few hours."

Kicho: "You've been here all this time?"

Mai: "Yes, of course. I was worried. Besides, I could call someone right away if something happened to you."

Kicho: "I see. Sorry I bothered you一Guh."

Mai: "Please don't force yourself to get up."

I hurriedly held him back as he tried to sit up.

Kicho: "............."

Mai: "Are you okay? Don't push yourself too hard. Just sleep."

Kicho: "I'm fine, just dizzy."

Mai: "Dizzy? That's not normal."

Kicho: "Then, I’m not dizzy. Anyway, let me go."

Mai: "Nope, you need to lie down."

I put some force into my upper body and pushed him down onto the bed.

Mai: "Uh-oh..."

Suddenly, my vision shook, and I fell.

Kicho: "Mai."

(This looks like I'm pushing him down!)

Mai: "I'm sorry! I didn't do it on purpose! I was nervous, so I had no energy left."

Kicho: "I know. But you're the one who needs to take it easy."

Mai: "----!"

He put his hand around the back of my head, and he gently brushed my hair.

Kicho: "Thank you for taking care of me."

Kicho: "I feel much better now, so you don't have to worry anymore."

Mai: "O-Okay."

Ticklishly, I pulled myself away and sat back in the chair as he carefully sat up and turned to face me.

Kicho: "By the way, why were you alone?"

Kicho: "That merchant guy never showed his tail, but I knew he was up to something."

Kicho: "That's why I sent you with my men, so you wouldn't be alone."

Mai: "He approached me earlier, so I decided to meet up with him."

Mai: "Could it have been a trap itself?"

Kicho: "Maybe, but there's no way to confirm that now."

Mai: "I'm sorry. I'll be careful not to make a rash decision next time."

Kicho: "Vigilance is necessary, but you don't need to apologize. You're the victim."

Kicho: "If there's anyone to blame other than that man's malice, it's me. I scared the hell out of you."

Mai: "That's not true. I'm really glad you showed up."

Mai: "Also..."

(What the hell was up with him back then?)

Kicho: "You look like you want to say something."

Mai: "Is it that obvious?"

Kicho: "I knew what state I was in, even if I couldn't remember much."

(So this is not the first time this has happened, and he knows what's causing it.)

(I really want to know, but it's too hard to ask.)

Well, at least I know that it's probably not some trivial circumstance.

Kicho: "What's wrong?"

Mai: "I'm not sure if it's something I should go into."

Mai: "But if you tell me, I can help you next time."

Mai: "I didn't know what to do earlier, so I got confused."

Kicho: "..............."

Kicho: "I'm not asking you to be helpful, but I'm willing to talk to you about it."

Mai: "Are you sure?"

Kicho: "It's better than having an unfamiliar gun in your hands due to confusion."

Mai: "Ugh. I'm sorry. I was desperate back then."

(I'm really glad Motonari helped us.)

(If I accidentally caused an accident with the pistol, neither he nor I would've gotten away unscathed.)

Kicho: "It's a kind of disorder."

Mai: "Disorder?"

Kicho: "Your world has several terms for it. To borrow a name from there, I'm claustrophobic. Do you know about it?"

Mai: "I'm not really familiar with it, but I've heard of it."

Kicho: "I see. As the name implies, this is something that develops in enclosed spaces."

Kicho: "Several things can trigger this. One good example is being in a small, dark place."

Mai: "So staying inside that warehouse triggers the symptoms."

(I'm not claustrophobic, but I was also scared of being trapped in a place like that.)

(I'm sure it was more frightening to him.)

My heart hurt as I remembered the way he looked earlier.

Mai: "When did you start feeling like this?"

Kicho: "I don't know. I just found myself in this situation."

Kicho: "Though I think it's probably due to my childhood experience."

Kicho: "I can still remember that dark, cramped room."

Mai: "Room?"

Kicho: "I asked you about your life before, so this time, let me tell you mine."

(I can learn about his past.)

Perhaps because of the tension, the air around us felt heavier as the tightly closed door of his heart was now slowly opening.

Kicho: "I was originally a different person who never existed."

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[flashyourgreeneyesatme]

Sick as a dog. <Bradley Bradshaw x reader>

This is my first published piece of writing but my baby, Reese Withoutaspoon aka @greatbigshiningstar is sick with Covid, and I want to make her feel better even if I’m not where near her. Love you doll hope you can imagine Roost with this.

I hope you enjoy and anytime any one of you are sick just remember Bradley would buy you your favourite soup and cut your bread exactly the way you like it!

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x (f)reader

word count: 1846

warnings: Mentions of feeling and being sick, Bradley’s awful dad jokes, way too many curse words and sexual references (if you really squint hard enough – haha hard)

summary: The reader is home sick from the flu she got from work (can be whatever job you want I’m not going to explicitly describe what job she does) and wants to just curl up and die. Will Rooster let her be alone? No! He protect. He attack. He’s got his baby’s back! Just a cute little drabble of Bradley looking after her.

Pain. Pain is all I could feel, coursing through my body and destroying everything in its path. It's like if you gave the basic flu weapons and said, 'have at it!'. Now all I can think about are cartoon germs with machine guns shooting at my immune system until there is nothing left to destroy. Now, I'm an averagely smart person I obviously know that they don't have weapons and aren't shooting me from the inside but right now if you told me to stand up straight and count to ten, I'd be doing the macarena and wouldn't even notice the difference. I go to cuddle my pillow until I realise, I'm not even in bed I'm in my car and have been since 3 pm. 4 hours in my car just sitting there. No music. No phone. Just sitting. When did I get home? How did I get home? Did I accidentally kill anyone on my way home? I guess we'll never know.

I decide that I need to go inside and curl up and live my life in a quarantine-like staycation where I will not be talking to anyone, my best friend will be my cold bathroom floor and kid's drowsy cough medicine because I only like the strawberry flavour and apparently adult medicine manufacturers thought Let's make it taste worse than their own vomit and make them take it 3-4 times a day. Yeah, no thanks I'm okay with my kiddie medication, maybe that's why I'm always asked for parenting advice by new mums in the pharmacy. By the time I actually am able to get my dead legs out of the car, it's been 27 minutes and I stumble into my shitty home like a newborn deer learning to walk. All because of Jaida from work.

That bitch Jaida can get the flu, have a few sniffles and get on with the day. But puts everyone else at risk. Like okay, Jaida you've got a good immune system we get it! She gets to continue her day whereas I am reenacting the exorcist when I even try to drink water.  How is it fair? I enjoy my job. I want to be at my job. I unscrew the top of the medicine bottle and simply drink it like it's an energy drink, the door to my bedroom opens and I just lay on the bed. 

Suddenly I hear the front door open once again. All this time I've been thinking about myself when I forget I share this shitty home with my amazing boyfriend who has such an important job and if he gets sick, what if he can't go out on a flight and countless people die because of it? Okay nope, he's not allowed near me it is decided I am going to reenact another film, Contagion. 

"Honey I'm home!" I hear the naval officer yell throughout the house. The silence is deafening in response. He starts whistling about as if his version of echolocation will be able to locate me within the house. I stand up to back myself against the door so he cannot enter which feels like the biggest task I've ever completed. I hear him try to push the bedroom door open and fail imminently. "Why are you up against the door? Are you naked? You know I don't mind it's nothing I haven't seen before." He goes to push against the door once again.

"I'm not naked. I'm sick." I weakly croak out just enough for him to hear.

"Okay? So are you going to let me in or?" His voice is laced with confusion, boy take a hint, I love you but not happening. 

"I'm not letting you in because if you get sick you might not be able to work and if you can't work then Mav might personally send firing jets to shoot me." He can tell there's a frown on my face even behind the oak door. By now I'm sitting on the floor leaning against the door because all my energy is drained. I hear Rooster's knees drop to the floor and look to see him looking through the gap at the bottom of the heavy door and hear a little giggle. "Fuck off it's not funny!" I can't help but laugh which causes my chest and throat to hurt more. "I'm dying of influenza in here and you're laughing about me. Some widow you'd make Bradshaw." Again a fucking giggle easily escapes that man's mouth. 

"Right then if you're dying might as well get some things I've been meaning to say for a long time but never had the courage to say." He sighs and sits with his back to the door as I am also doing. A light tension fills the air. "You're a stupid bitch and I hate you. You're ugly too." 

"Right now I want you to get sick you dickhead." I lightly hit the door soon realising that hurt my whole body more than I reckoned. 

"Then open the door all you have to do is open the door and let me get my karma." His voice sounds tempting. He's got that charm that could sell the internet to an elephant. Not sure if that makes sense but I'm feeling like dumbo on wine right now so I don't really mind if my idiom makes sense or not. That man knows exactly what he's doing. Is it reverse psychology or is it gaslighting either way it's super enticing. I push myself off the floor and open the door. "Ah, a hideous monster!" He yells as I open the door. Bradley sees the upset and frustration on my face and knows I'm about to slam this door in his face. "Wait no! I'm sorry!" Allowing him to walk into our shared bedroom felt illegal to me. I keep my distance from him baking away as far as I can go before hitting the bed that stood in the centre of the room. "Am I not allowed to be near you?" I shake my head in response. 

"I'm not getting you sick dude that would fucking suck! And you're a child when you're sick so I'm not willing to play nurse. Love you, not that much." Rooster puts his hands up in a surrender-like fashion and stays where he is. His dark brown eyes scan me up and down. "Stop looking at me like that." 

"Like what?"

"Like I'm a dying puppy." My lips form into a pout. 

"I want to look after you. That's all I want. I won't come near you I promise." His fingers form into a cross behind his back.

"And how do you propose that you can look after me without coming near me." I'm sceptical about his methods.

"Get into bed." A little smile forms on his face.

"I don't see how having sex is going to help bud." Scoffs pass his lips as he has given up with my bullshit. Before I can even process what is happening his long arms have been placed onto my shoulders and pushed my back onto the mattress. A small yelp escapes my lips. "I have no energy for this." I feel the mattress consume my weight as I sink in slowly but surely. 

"Get under the duvet and I'll be back." He's off! The room is suddenly quiet as I give in to his demands and get settled under the heavy duvet which I can't decide if it's too hot or too cold for it. The first noise I hear is the fumbling noise of the cupboards and then the slamming of them. Instead of Bradley coming back to the room the front door once again opens and closes. I want to get up and see where he has gone but this bed has grown more comfortable by the second and not to my recollection my eyes start to close and I doze off. 

I don't know how long it's been while I've been sleeping but I am slowly awoken by the smell of rich chicken wafting its way from the kitchen. My eyes slowly open and I am alerted by Bradley's figure standing in the doorway. My body does a small tense reaction to his terrifying stature. "Hey, sleepysauras. Temp check!" He works his way over to my still comatose body and sticks a thermometer into my mouth. A hmmm noise comes from my chest as I feel the cool plastic on my tongue. "Okay! 101*. You, little lady, have a fever."

"That's mean." My eyes roll around my head. 

"I made cheddar broccoli soup. Just for you. Because I love you!" I stick my middle finger up at him. His laughs fill the house as he goes to fetch the amazing-smelling soup from the kitchen. The soup enters the room before he does as he is holding it out at an arm's length. "So I don't have to come near you!" Weak fake laughs come from my mouth. The tray is set on my lap and the bread is cut my way. "Even though I'm pretty sure it's a felony I cut it horizontally because you're sick and I have to spoil you." I try not to break out into a smile and or cry because it is so stinking cute. "Now eat it up."

"Yes sir, Lieutenant Bradshaw, sir!" I give him a small salute. He goes to leave, "What you're not going to spoon-feed me as well?" He stops in his tracks and does a little 180* spin on the spot. The speed of his run could be considered inhuman, he could put the flash to shame. Instead of simply walking around the bed as a normal person would, Bradley leapfrogs over my side of the bed to his side. The metal spoon is lifted from the white ceramic bowl into his hands.

"I'm going to be honest with you I have already taster tested a lot of this soup. For your protection of course." My head shakes up and down in a mocking gesture.

"My hero!" Rooster's lips move closer to the spoon, which holds the cheddar broccoli soup, and lightly blows on it. Aeroplane-like noises advance from the aviator's lips as he spoon feeds me like a child. "It's nice." Dark brown eyes squint at my choice of words. "It's delicious, Gordon Ramsey would be proud!" Pride fills his expression as he seems very impressed with his amazing cooking. As I demolish the food in front of me my stomach churns only slightly enough to make me gag but not to be physically sick. Rooster goes white as a ghost in front of me, not very well-known fact is that Roost is a huge Emetophobic. Reassurance washes over his pale complexion as he realises I wasn't going to throw up.

My anxieties of not wanting to get him sick are gone as I open up the duvet for him to get underneath with me. He willingly does so and joins our bodies together. The warmth from his body and his arm wrapped around me sends me back to sleep. 

I hope you enjoyed!

[marinerainbow]

Ahhh, your week is over! ^^ I hope you're not too exhausted 😅 Get some rest!! Here are some soft F/O's ^^ 💛💛💛

~

Its been a long-ass week for you and Audrey II knew that, so when you got up on Saturday morning and tried to hop out of bed too early for their tastes- a vine slipped out of the pot and wrapped around your waist; guiding you right back to bed. "Wait- Audrey- " "Uh uh uh, nope, babydoll!~ You're getting some rest now so get back in that bed. Whadaya want from the kitchen? I'll get it for you, hm?"

~

"Shhhh, sweetface~ " Tiffany crooned, laying by your side on the couch, your head on her shoulder and her fingers running soothingly through your hair. The air is quiet, and still, and peaceful. You feel the stress of the week slipping away like pulling a knot loose. "I don't want you thinkin' about nothin, you hear me?? Not those shithead customers, not your poor achy body, none of that. Just focus on restin' up, okay?~ Now, whadaya wanna order in to eat, huh?"

~

"Darlin' come on, we're goin' fer a walk." "A walk??" You ask, eyes round with curiosity as you look to Harper. Your mind is so tired... you don't want to think. "Yeah, I wanna show ya a place. Its my special place- I wanna share it with you. An' I think it might help ya. Its real relaxin, I promise." When he leans over, pushes your hair back from your forehead and gives you a kiss there you can feel the achiness already dissipating. "... c'mon, its quiet and no one else knows about in town. It'll be just us for the day, yeah?"

~

Jerry took a different approach to your end-of-the-week exhaustion. After picking you up from work at the end of the day he gave you some new clothes to change into (Comfy clothes that he knew you loved) and sent you back into the restaurant to change in the bathroom. Then he drove you to a somewhere unfamiliar. Your eyebrows knit together; confused as walks you into a plate-throwing warehouse??... Eyes widening, you turn to see your handsome vampire boyfriend with his coat off and rolling up his sleeves; a confident-almost-cocky grin on his face. "Ha. i thought this might be fun, and besides- its great for getting out frustrations. Come on, I booked us a whole room to ourselves."

👇 Actual footage of these imagines fueling me and making my heart feel so full 👇

Wicked!! You always know how to hit the spot with F/O's and imagines!!! I- I- can I marry these? Is it possible to marry imagines? It will be

Tiffany's is of course my favorite, but Audrey's and Jerry's intrigue me! Audrey- first of all, how are you fitting in my bedroom? XD also, I know I shouldn't be surprised since they worked a telephone but... How will they cook?? What will it taste like? I'm very intrigued XD

And Jerry!! I've never heard of a plate-throwing warehouse actually, but it sounds violently rekaxing! Would it be alright if I blasted some Metallica from my phone while we smash China? (No joke; I was on my way home from work yesterday and I turned on the radio. And Enter Sandman was playing and holy shit I felt so alive. Metallica is therapy, and I bet it would slap so hard with smashing shit)

Thank you so so so much for these! I'm definitely re-reading these for the rest of my weekend ^^

[ckret2]

Since your Human Bill!AU has him as a person with a uterus, does he get periods? If he does, how does he react the first time he gets one? Is it possible for him to become Agent Powers’ baby momma?

Yeah, I figure he does.

Bill has some issues that arise from shoving an alien mind into a different species's body (such as his issues with binocular vision and balance issues). But once you set those issues aside, I imagine that otherwise the body he's been stuck inside is, at the outset when he receives it, normally abled. Peek inside his body and everything is built and structured the way a college anatomy textbook says a generic human body ought to be structured, all the hormones are in average ranges, etc. He got handed a body at peak adult performance. Mainly because the axolotl was like "you're gonna suck SO bad at this, you need every advantage you can get." If Bill had been sent to earth with a gluten sensitivity or back pain or whatever, he'd be dead within a week. Like not even from the disability itself, he'd just go "this is too hard" and lie down and give up.

(Caveat that I might change my mind on this later if I think of a condition that fits him well or that I think would be interesting to explore; but for now that's where I'm at.)

And if you take The Most Average Body With A Womb In It, in early adulthood, with no underlying health conditions—yeah, it's gonna bleed once a month and it's gonna be fertile.

I imagine he reacts to it about the same way as he does the first time he gets bad gas—"ow, that hurts, is something malfunctioning" followed by "oh, blood—okay, I know what's going on, I'm familiar with this phenomenon," and now that he knows X symptoms indicate the approach of Y event, he doesn't care the next time he experiences X symptoms.

He COULD become someone's baby mama—but I'm not planning on it. It doesn't fit in well with the other ideas I'm looking to explore with this AU. I'm angling toward a slow redemption arc (or, more accurately, a learning-to-be-a-better-person arc), and I feel like having the threat/promise of a baby pushing him would undermine the impact of any decisions he makes. Like yeah sure "bad character decides to become better because now they're starting to think about a helpless baby" is a fine plot arc—but that makes it EASIER to choose personal growth. If he's only thinking about HIMSELF, can he become better?

(And, outside of that, over on an RP blog recently I just roleplayed a character going through a full-length real-time nine-month pregnancy that concluded in January. It was a really fun project to do, but now that I'm done with it I don't wanna start ANOTHER pregnancy plotline. I've had enough of that for a while.)

So biologically, it's possible; narratively, I'm not gonna do it. THE MOST I might do is play with the idea (like "lies about being pregnant to fool a threat into going easy on him" or "accidentally gets knocked up and goes 'nope not doing that' and confidently aborts it"), but when push comes to shove I STRONGLY doubt those will be ideas I'll want to explore in the AU itself. Bill's just gonna have to put on his big boy pants and practice safe sex like any other human.

(Even as much of a reckless party animal as he is, I think he'll be better at this than some of his other human-body-maintenance tasks. If you skip showering then you smell bad—this is a consequence Bill doesn't care about if he isn't planning on interacting with a human he needs to impress. If you skip safe sex then you risk unpleasant diseases and a whole new person growing inside you—this is a consequence he DOES care about. He's probably not gonna get an A+ in safe sex practices but like, he'll get at least a C+. Some sort of passing grade.)

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Fluff 44 taako and Kravitz?

40. “Take my hand. Just trust me.”

((fluff prompts here - still accepting!!))

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Kravitz had been sorely mistaken to think that a wine and pottery place was the wildest place you could have a date. Actually, all things considered, wine and pottery had been tame. Looking back, he was grateful that Taako hadn't gone completely full force, but dear Raven Queen, he had been ignorant as fuck. Kravitz hadn't been in the dating game for centuries. Before Taako, his last date had involved getting pushed into an open grave and then-

Y'know, maybe that hadn't actually been a date. Huh.

The point being: Kravitz would give just about anything to go back to the Chug and Squeeze and make more crappy vases. Instead, they were standing in the Elemental Plane of Fire, seven courses into a game of Mini-Golf Or Firey Death. It was one of this plane's primary attractions, with the main goal being "survive this horrible, awful, law-defying, nightmare of the gods game of mini-golf." They had paid seventeen gold to get in. Seventeen gold. Each.

Ring, ring, ring! The bell over the hole sounded as Taako got yet another par. Kravitz was convinced he was cheating somehow, but maybe Taako was just that good at mini-golf. He honestly couldn't tell. Kravitz, who most definitely wasn't going to get par, had started sweating. The river of lava next to their course, while certainly setting the mood, wasn't helping him stay cool. Kravitz hadn't felt hot in years, but it was getting there.

"I think Merle is better than you at this," Taako said, with the confidence of someone who had gotten a hole in one three times in a row before.

"Well," Kravitz said. He had no excuse. Fuck. "Merle's... closer to the ground than I am."

"I'm taller than you," Taako said. "That has nothing to do with it."

"Well," Kravitz said again. He hit the golf ball a little too hard and it plinked off the side of the Bridge of Doom and fell into the lava river. "Shit."

"Babe," Taako said.

"I'm trying!"

"Babe," Taako laughed. "You fuckin'- the name of the game is Mini-Golf or Firey Death and, uh, I'm pretty sure you can't die, so they're probably just gonna stick you in the lava for an uncomfortable amount of time."

"It's hot," Kravitz complained, turning to Taako, who didn't look sympathetic at all. He put his head against Kravitz's shoulder. "I don't want to be dipped in lava."

"Well, then you better start gettin' good, bones," Taako said, patting his back. "D'you want me to show you how?"

"...yeah," Kravitz said. He pulled back from Taako with a pout on his face. Taako patted his cheek and pulled another golf ball from his pocket. He set it down where Kravitz's had been. Then, he brought Kravitz over and helped him position the club in the right place. He stood behind Kravitz, helping him get his grip in the right place, and Kravitz wistfully wished, for the third time today, they were at the Chug and Squeeze instead of the Devil's golf course.

"You've been putting way too much strength behind each swing," Taako said into his ear. If Kravitz wasn't already so warm, he would have flushed. "Gotta go a little more gentle, yeah?"

"Yeah," Kravitz said. Taako lead the club back and helped him very gently swing it down. It clicked against the ball and then rolled towards the hole. For a second, it teetered on the edge, and then fell in. Kravitz felt a little bit of tension drain from his body. Taako stepped back.

Kravtiz suddenly decided that despite the literal river of lava and the flames that surrounded them, he was not warm enough to exist outside of Taako's arms.

"That was okay," Taako said and Kravitz rolled his eyes, smiling nonetheless. "We gotta go over the Bridge of Doom for the next hole."

Right. The sappy, and frankly, incredibly gay feelings that had arisen in his chest were crushed under a giant boot labeled "Firey Death".

"We could portal over," Kravitz said. He held out his hand to summon his scythe. "There's no need to-"

"Nope!" Taako said, batting away the beginnings of his scythe like chasing a housefly away. "None of that! We are normal people on a normal date-"

"This is a normal date for you??"

"Take my hand," Taako interrupted, all but forcing his hand into Kravitz's. Kravitz sighed. "Just trust me. It's just-" Taako very poorly cut off a snerk of laughter. "It's just a Bridge of Doom, what could go wrong?"

"Just a Bridge of Doom," Kravitz repeated incredulously.

"A normal, safe Bridge of Doom," Taako said. He gestured to the bridge, where another couple was now crossing, hand in hand. "Look, they're doing just fi-"

The floor of the bridge collapsed, sending the couple falling into the lava lake below. The two of them laughed, as if that was fun, and not horrifying at all.

"...Let's- yeah, let's use the scythe," Taako said, turning away from the bridge. "That seems good. I'm good with the scythe plan."

[sayakxmi]

[Magi reread] Night 70: Bird

Yeaah, wasn't exactly feeling very Magi lately. Or anything. Kinda hard to go back to normal uni mode from a winter break, so I was busy trying to make sense of my sleeping schedule, which, frankly, is still shit, but, hey, I'm doing my best here XD

Also, damn, I really like that new blog theme. It's so readable. For me, at least. No regrets.

But anyway, the actual chapter.

RIP Alibaba's Weapon DE burnt arms, you will be missed by ME, because I thought they were super cool.

Tbh, I don't think it evolved? I've always read it as Alibaba not mastering it fully, actually. I mean, most DE's cover the body better, and later naturally transform into Full-Body DEs. So, basically, it wasn't until that moment that he actually reached Weapon Djinn Equip.

Low blow.

Well, fuck

Very good catch, Morgiana.

Tbh, I don't think they would've died... Or at least, I don't think Sinbad would've died, cuz I think Alibaba could've cushioned him a little, but it also probably would've really sucked for him, too. Like, from that hit, his spine could've broken, probably...

Actually, damn, the fact that Alibaba's didn't break. Or, damn, shouldn't he have some head trauma? By now he probably should've. Anyway, but also I checked the previous page, and from the way he hit the wall, he sort of avoided hitting his head, but god damn, the fact that his spine is fine after this is a goddamn miracle.

You know, I really think it's pretty cool. Just, these two working together. Idk, man, I'm always weak for Sinbad and Alibaba.

It took me an embarrassing moment to realize he was being pulled by Djinn!Cassim's gravity powers...

This entire part deserved to be here. I love how aware he is that he can't do it yet, and just braces himself for a hit... that never comes.

10/10. And the fact that SAHBMAD is commanding them.

When did you get back there.

Also, love how he's so concerned for them, but Sinbad calms him down.

-claps- You go, guys

I genuinely love how desperate the situation is, and how everybody's trying, anyway.

Lowkey made me think about Honkai Impact 3rd's "Everlasting Flames" animated short. There's that quote "We're connected by this sword. It will burn up the darkness to make way for light!". Feels quite fitting.

Like, it has nothing to do with each other, obviously, but I just thought it was fun.

JUDAR FUCKING JUMPSCARE

Like, I genuinely forgot he appears here.

Also, damn, Alibaba gets no breaks, does he?

I love that Sinbad's immediately next to him.

Alibaba, being the normalest guy around: Al-Thamen: Nope, we can't have that.

Jokes aside, yeah, dude's not wrong. Alibaba might be nothing special compared to behemots like Sinbad or Kouen, but he's got an ungodly amount of willpower when push comes to shove, and is smart enought to maneuver himself in difficult situations. Tho the fact that he seems so unremarkable is also to his benefit, since people tend to underestimate him.

But Al-Thamen doesn't. It makes sense for them - they've been running the world from the shadows for hundreds of years. They know that just because somebody might not look like they can amount to much, doesn't mean they aren't capable of it. And Alibaba's given them the proof of it. He went not only against fate they'd envisioned, but also against the one Sinbad had. He is a threat-in-making.

Well, yeah, the situation really fucking sucks. I've said it before & I'm saying it again, I like how Alibaba isn't fucking fooling himself into believing he can do this... but at the same time, he doesn't give up. He has to do this, somehow. He just doesn't know how yet. And it's well in line with his characterization, just like his talk with Cassim about avoiding bloodshed. He doesn't know yet, but he will figure something out. There's too much to lose if he doesn't.

I mean, yeah, somebody had to handle this.

"That's...?"

._.

.__.

Like, bro, what do I say. This fucking sucks.

HIT ITAAAAAAHHHHHHH

I NEED A HERO~!

You know I had to.

[boliv-jenta]

More of Us

Part 5

Series masterlist

Joel Miller x f!reader (in spirit in this chapter)

This has sat in WIPs since Halloween because I don't love it. I feel like I overshot a fun diversion and went full crack fic. We're all about to be destroyed by Pedro's Joel so maybe we need a bit of absurdity.🤷‍♀️

Warnings: Swearing. Blood. Gore.

"Nope. No. Just no. No fucking way. "The vampire looked at you confused.

"What? What am I missing here?" He eyed you like he didn't know what to make of you.

"No. I just got the news that I may not be completely out of my mind, that the man I thought was from my video game, well, it was the other way round, the video game came from him. I am not ready to believe that Max Phillips exists." Pushing passed him you walked over to the desk, leaning on it your wrapped your arms around yourself in comfort. Trying desperately not to look at the remnants of your captures on the floors, and walls, and ceiling.

"My reputation proceeds me I see." He wore the smuggest smirk you have ever seen.

"No. You are a character from a movie. A vampire comedy. A fungal infection that caused 'zombie like' behaviour? There's a scientific basis for that. That I can accept, but you are trying to tell me that out there somewhere magical vampires exist? Bullshit." With that, Max sunk his fangs into your arm. 

"Ow!" You snatched your arm away from him.

"Did that feel real enough?" He deadpanted.

"Will I become a vampire now?" Panic flowed in your voice. 

"No! It doesn't work like that!" He sounded almost affronted by your lack on knowledge about his kind.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't read the vampire operating manual." He grinned at your sark, showing off that gorgeous smile."How do you even look like him?"

"Like who?" Max asked leaning on the desk next to you.

"The guy who plays you in my world. Even if someone saw you in your world then wrote about it. How did they find someone who looks exactly like you to play you? It's not like a lot of guys look like Pedro Pascal. I know, I've looked." You sighed.

Max chuckled. "Pedro Pascal?"

"Yeah."

"José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal?" 

"Yes?" 

"That's me."

"What?!"

"That's my name. I changed it. It's hard to get employed by old white men with a name like that on your CV." The vampire bit was ludicrous but the institutional racism was totally believable.

"So these worlds have doppelgangers. I wonder if I'm in your world." You mused.

"I haven't seen you there. I'd remember a pretty little thing like you." He lowered his voice, that voice, all deep and smooth. It was already alluring so you had no idea if he was trying to glamour you or not. Either way it was not happening."You are not flirting with me right now!"

"What? You can't blame a man for tryin', Gorgeous." He winked, actually winked.

"We're trapped in a...whatever the hell this place is, you're covered in blood and..." you flickered your hand towards his body.

"What?" 

"You're naked...and....very 'happy'."

"What can I say? When the blood starts flowing, the blood starts flowing." He stood proudly adopting 'the stance.' 

You had a weird thing for Max's overgrown frat boy persona in fanfiction. Up close, it wasn't as appealing, even though the man himself was. Even covered in blood the sight of him naked was something to behold.

This was all just too much. You were worried for Joel and Ellie. Terrified for your own wellbeing, especially as you'd just been mouthing off to a man who could kill you with a flick of his wrist. Your whole world view was messed up. Everything you thought was fantasy could potentially be reality. It was strange that offered a little comfort, knowing that potentially anything was possible gave this new world a logic to it.

"Are you just going to sit there?" Max's tone was thoroughly bored. "I'd like to get out of here. There's another corridor back there by were I was held. I used to hear them talking about it. I think that's where they brought us through."

"Through?"

"Yeah, some sort of portal."

"A portal? Of course there's a portal. Maybe we're on a spaceship or a helicarrier. Maybe there's a dragon guarding it!" Hysteria started to grip you.

"Maybe." He shrugged. Seeing that you still weren't moving he tried to reason with you. "Look, Sweetheart, I was a normal man once then I turned into a vampire. I didn't tantrum or sulk about it. I used it to my advantage."

"I'm not sulking." You insisted over you pouted bottom lip.

"I'm going if you want to come with me get moving. If not..." he turned and stomped away. 

All broad shoulders, muscular back, leading to...."I'll come with you if you put some pants on."

"Fair. We wouldn't want you getting distracted." He shot you a Cheshire Cat grin before heading out into the corridor. When you caught up to him he was wearing pants...that he had pulled off a pair of legs. The violence you had seen and committed in Joel's world had shocked you, turned your stomach. Yet the two legs on the floor didn't even seem real to you, they were like some macabre Halloween decoration. That and the absurdity of the situation made it so much easier to compartmentalise. Just keep going. The 'decorations' didn't get any lighter towards Max's cell. Body parts were strewn everywhere. Some bodies were frozen in the instant of their deaths, faces contorted in fear or pain, or both. They looked pale and drawn. 

Max saw you staring. "They starved me. I was half delirious. Plus, it was them or me."

He did what he had to. Not too dissimilar from Joel.

"It's just around this corner." He pointed. 

"Wait." You tiptoed over two more corpses. On the belt of one of them was a security pass. It read 'Level 5', you hoped that was the highest they went. Standing back up you took a moment to think about Joel. You wished he was here. You longed for his steady presence, strong and reassuring at your side. Part of you wished he was here to be proud of you. To watch you use the skills you had picked up from him. With everything going on it was a silly thought. Trying to impress the handsome man while trying to escape with your life. A smile tugged at your lips. Joel was open about how you were making him a little dumb, you hadn't realised how much he was affecting you. Here you were practically biting your lip and twirling your hair while up to your knees in gore.

The sudden bang on the door next to you had you flying almost into Max's arms. His hand lingered on your lower back as you recovered from the shock and moved away from him. Transfixed by the face in the round window, you moved slowly back towards it. The face was feral, framed by a thick coat of hair. It's harsh breaths fogging up the glass. It's sharp teeth scraping against it.

"Jack?" You barely whispered.

Max's hearing still picked it up. "He a friend of yours? Or is he from another video game. Like Nintendogs?"

"No." Your tone was suitable incredulous, until it had to trail off for the rest of the sentence. "He's from a Halloween special."

Max laughed heartily. "Of course he is!"

Ignoring him you carried on. "He's human in there, somewhere. We can't let him out like that though. Jack? Jack Russell?"

Max completely lost it. "Jack Russell?!" He laughed out.

Ignoring Max's guffawing you turned to Jack. "Jack? Can you understand me? We can get you out but you need to turn back. Can you do that?" The creature tilted it's head at you. It's eyes, that held so much humanity, flickered in recognition. Raising your hand slowly you lay it on the glass between the two of you, only to be frightened out of your wits by the werewolf trying to bite you.

"Guess he doesn't want his belly rubbed. Can we go now?" Max tapped his foot impatiently.

"I'll come back for you." The dejected promise was drowned out by the sound of boots hitting the concrete floor. Up ahead four soldiers spilled out of a door, taking up a tight formation, they advanced.

"The vampire is expendable. Don't kill the woman." One of them ordered. 

Without thinking you put yourself in front of Max. One of his hands spread across your stomach pulling you flush to him. "I didn't know you cared, Toots." His lips brushed your ears as he spoke, sending a shiver down your spine.

With his free hand, he grabbed the belt of one of the dead bodies on the floor, hurling it at the soldiers. Knocking them all to the ground. One of them squeezed the trigger of his gun on instinct as he went down. Bullets sunk into the wall next to them as Max spun you around. With your hands braced on his broad, bare chest and his full lips inches from your face. He turned you both to prove you cover with his broad form. In the heat of the moment, your body betrayed you. A rush of arousal flooded you. Max subtlety sniffed the air, his eyes darkening before he pulled away from you. Lightening fast he snapped the necks of the first two as they begged for their lives. The other soldiers had remained on the ground, one was on his radio, begging for back up. Max crushed the radio along with the man's hand. His howls of pain spurred you to act. "Max! Stop. Don't kill them."

Max's muscles strained to keep him in place. Warring with his own killer instinct, he growled at himself before knocking the guy's head against the wall.  The fourth soldier, a guy barely out of his teens, was muttering a pray under his breath. As Max turned towards him, snarling and barely containing his rage, the young man finally got himself together enough to raise his gun. Max made a grab for it but the soldier got off a couple of shots. One grazed Max's arm. With a pained groan, he raised his arm, bringing his fist down towards the man's head, hard. His fist came to a stop just before it made contact, grabbing the man's head and slamming it against the wall, knocking him unconscious.

Max's attention turned to you. His pupils were blown, inhuman growls rose from his chest. He stalked towards you.

"Max?" Your voice quivered as he drew nearer.

When he finally stood inches from you his perfectly angled nose brushed your hair, sniffing as he went. His hand wrapped around the side of your neck, pulling he tilted your head to the side. Fear gripped you tighter than his hand. You'd put your trust in him to help you get back to Joel. Now he was going to drink you dry. Stupid fucking mistake. Still with a vice like grip on your neck, his thumb came up to swipe your lips. Then he moved it away to replace it with his own lips. A different type of hunger evident in his movements, his tongue laved at yours. His hands held you close. Partly with confusion, you gave it to you baser instincts for a brief moment, allowing him to kiss you.

"Stop!" You pushed him off. "Stop!"

"Sorry, Honey. If I don't satisfy that killer urge it comes out as other urges to satisfy." He grinned, looking not sorry at all. "It was your call, Sweetcheeks. I was fine with killing. The bastards tortured me for weeks." A glimmer of vulnerability breeched Max's cocky surface.

Rounding the corner, another two guards with guns came into view. They hadn't gone running off like the others, they were clearly staying in place for a reason, guarding something in the room behind them. The room with a retinal scanner on it, as opposed to just a key card. Another big hint that something in there was important.

"We need to get in there." You whispered. 

Max surged forward, snapping the neck of one of the guards before they could shoot.

"Max!" You groaned in frustration.

"Oh, right, sorry." Max grabbed the next guard by his gun, keeping it firmly pointed to the floor.

"Let us in!" He growled. Before looking at you."Please."

"No." The guard spat in Max's face.

"Well, I tried." Max punched his fist through the guard's chest, hauling him around like a macabre puppet, he shoved his face at the scanner. Another moment that you'd need to shove back into the dark recesses of your brain. Bile rose in the back of your throat. A slight tremble took over your hands. Just keep pushing forward.

"Identity confirmed" The machine chimed. 

There was a heavy clunk as the door unlocked. With a shrug Max pushed the door wide and waltzed right in, leaving you no choice but to follow.

The room was all white, the walls were padded. It looked like every insane asylum set you had ever seen in a movie. Except they didn't usually have a desk set up with a laptop on it. Creeping closer to the desk, you looked at Max then the door, he followed your eyes. Getting your message he moved back to guard the door. 

The laptop was unlocked, a word document sat open on it. 'The ravenous undead creature tore through the flesh of his captors. Exsanguinating some, eviscerating others. With his thirst for blood sated, he craved vengeance in it's stead. Finding the man responsible for his incarceration, his claws slid through his abdomen like a hot knife through butter. The man didn't even have time to register his impending death before it seized him. 

That's when the vampire found her, huddled in the corner. He knew instantly that she was not of this world either. The quickly formed an alliance, determined to escape back to their own worlds. They made quite a team, her brilliant mind guiding his brute strength. Using her knowledge and her unwavering humanity, they navigated the corridors successfully. The greatest test of her fortitude coming in the form of the vampire's kiss. Almost succumbing to her burning attraction to him, she strengthened her resolve by thinking of Joel. The man she barely knew but had opened up her closed heart to new possibilities. They eventually made it to a white padded cell. Curiosity drove the woman to look at the laptop in the middle of the room. So engrossed in her reading she didn't see him behind her...'

"Shit. Max! Don't do that!" You admonished the vampire for sneaking up on you.

"What? I was bored over there." He peered at the screen. " 'Ravenous undead creature.' Really? This isn't winning a Pulitzer. 'Almost succumbing to her burning attraction to him', I stand corrected."

Shame flooded your cheeks. Trying to sound unaffected you carried on. "Read on. How did they write everything right up until now?" 

"I don't know. I don't know why this reads like a cheap romance novel. I don't what the fuck is going on here!" Max's rant was cut off by the sound of a toilet flushing close by. 

You both froze. Before you could make out where it was coming from, a panel in the wall opened. A head of thick dark curls poked out.

Your sanity took another pounding as you took the man in. "Oscar Isaac?!" Your jaw dropped.

"Who?" Came a very confused, very muddled British accent.

"Erm, Steven Grant?" You tried.

"Yes. W-who are you? No one told me I'd have any visitors today." He wrapped his thick white cardigan tighter around him as he spoke. Underneath he wore plan white scrubs. Plain white plimsolls completed the outfit. The brightest thing in the room was the guards blood Max was casually wiping off on his pants.

"Don't you already know? You wrote about us." You looked towards the laptop.

"No. I wrote about my dreams. Now if you don't mind, I'd like you to leave." He tried to make his voice sound bigger than he felt.

"We're not leaving until we get some answers." Max informed him gruffly.

"I don't have any answers for you so please just go!" He succeeded in bolstering his voice this time.

"I don't have time for this." Max lifted Steven by the collar of his cardigan.

"Max, don't!" Max turned his head to you. 

Then he was almost knocked on his ass by the punch he wasn't expecting. A second one connected with his chin sending him the rest of the way to the floor.

"Marc?" His eyes flicked towards you for a second in recognition of his name but he didn't stop advancing on Max laying prone on the floor. 

"Stop. Please!" You got in between the two of them, pushing against Marc's strong chest.

"Who are you?" His body was tense. Anticipating any movement from you. Years of training honing his reflexes. Years of trauma keeping his nervous system constantly hovering in the realm of fight or flight.

"We were locked up like you. We're here to help." You informed him gently.Marc looked sceptically at Max.

"I'm here to help." You corrected. "He's helping too, I guess."

"Hey, I've been pulling my weight. Or did you want to kill everyone?" Max sneered.

"I didn't want to kill anyone. I told you not to!" You snapped.

"Alright! You two can do your couple therapy somewhere else. Leave me alone." Marc dropped down into his chair.

"We're just trying to get out of here. Do you know more about this?" Moving closer you gestured to the laptop. "Please? I have a family to get home to."

"That's Steven's. He writes it all down."

"It all?"

"The things we see. Well, he writes what he sees."

"You don't see the same things?"

"Steven takes the brunt of it. He protects the mind, I protect the body."

"Don't you want to get out of here?"

"I shouldn't. I've hurt people."

"I'd say." Max held his jaw as you shot him a glare.

"I'll help you get out of here. Just make sure than thing doesn't kill anyone else."

"He won't." You fixed Max with a stare.

"Please?" You tried again.

"Come on then." With Marc in the lead you all turned right back into the corridor. 

"What do you know about this place?" You asked Marc as he moved swiftly ahead of you.

"They bring us here to study what they've done to us. These powers. They have technology to travel between worlds, experimenting and gathering people. From what I can gather there aren't many of them. They're some sort of rebel faction on their world. The Director runs the place."

"Ran the place. I killed him." Max threw in casually.

Marc paused for a second. "Huh, alright then." 

The corridors all looked the same to you but Marc navigated them with ease. An ease you wish you felt. The fact that you hadn't bumped into any more soldiers should be a relief, it only serves to make you suspicious. Suspicions that are confirmed when you round a corner to find a dozen soldiers waiting for you. The three of you barely made it around the corner before all hell broke loose, bullets flew in your direction. One sunk into Marc's shoulder, knocking him behind a desk. Luckily, there were a number of security desks and lockers for you to take cover behind.

"Marc?!" Crawling you made your way to him.

"Mierda." Came a voice that didn't belong to Marc. 

"Jake?" You questioned.

"Hey, Sweetheart. You might wanna keep your head down. Yo, Vampire! Get me a gun." He called in Max's direction. Then he turn back to you. Though the brown of his eyes was colder than Steven's, they still held a flicker of warmth. "We'll push them back so you can get through."

"Wait, you know what's going on?"

"Yeah, I'm always aware, always watching for when they need my help."

A chill ran through you at what Jake's 'help' looked like. He and Max made a good team. If you needed a team of ruthless killers. The bullets continued to shred the cover you were behind. If you didn't do something soon, you were dead. 

"We need more teeth." You uttered before half crawling, half throwing yourself back down the hall.

"Where did she go?" Max called over the sound of gunfire.

"I have no idea. You still up for killing these hijos de perra?" Jake asked.

"Absolutamente." Max ducked out to retrieve a gun, sliding it across the floor for Jake to catch.

Running back down the corridors, hoping you weren't going to run into any more soldiers and that your sense of direction wouldn't fail you, you stopped off in Marc's, or rather Jake's, cell and Max's cells before reaching your destination.

"I'm so sorry Jack. We need your help." You shoved all the clothes you had gathered, including your socks, through the slot in the door. The wolf clawed at them, burying his snout in the box.

"Just don't eat us. Please? Remember us. We'll help you." Grabbing the handle in both hands you yanked the door towards you, sealing yourself in the corner and opening the door wide for Jack. The werewolf sniffed the air. With each breath it...he took, you wondered if it was honing in on you. He took a few stilted steps on two legs before dropping down on all fours. He sniffed closer to the ground, turning his attention towards your hiding place. Hovering for a moment, he stepped closer, couched down beside you. His snorted breath blew through your hair. His claw-like fingernails hooked around the edge of the door. Gripping the handle even tighter, you prepared to cling onto the door for dear life if the werewolf decided to rip it open. Slowly, he pulled the door away from you, with everything that you had you tried to keep the barrier between the two of you. He didn't seem like he wanted to hurt you, more like he was curious. Still you weren't keen to risk it. His pulling on the door became more insistent. Your fingers ached under the strain, the sweat of your palms making holding on that much more difficult. Just as the handle began to slip from your grasp the beast's head whipped around, he gave a low howl before lumbering off in the direction you had come from.

For a short while, you sat there on the floor, tears pricking at your eyes. Every emotion you were trying to ignore threatened to overflow. Fear, sadness, exhaustion, shame. No, this wouldn’t do. You had to get back to Joel. To Ellie. Blinking the tears away, you hauled yourself to your feet. Hoping there was enough space between you and Jack, you headed the way he had.

The screams got louder as you approached the corridor that you had left Max and Jake in, they were blood curdling. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up at the sheer terror evident in their voices. Rounding the corner you saw why. Jack was ripping his way through the soldiers. Slashing their flesh with his claws. Ripping it open with his teeth. 

Max had stayed back behind the cover he had taken but had managed to grab a soldier of his own. He had the man pinned to his broad chest, face buried in his neck, drinking him dry. He slurped and hummed in contentment, the odd groan of pleasure emanated from his throat. Wishing you could unsee that, you turned to find Jake, who was nowhere to be seen. 

A strange, high pitched hum, pressed at your eardrums, you waited for your ears to pop but they didn't, they just endured the low pressure. The source of the hum seemed to be behind the door between the two creatures slaughtering a small army. Investigating whatever was causing it didn't seem like a huge risk considering what you were caught in the middle of. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked. You hoped that was because Jake had come this way and not because they didn't need to keep it locked because only an idiot would enter this room in search of the source of the ominous hum. Spotting a head of dark curls peeking over a computer terminal, you were thankful it was the former. Unless Jake was also an idiot. He seemed to know what he was doing as he typed away.

"Hey. How's the monster mash going out there?" Jake called over.

"Don't ask." You really didn't want to think of it. The screams had stopped. Part of you hoped it was due to the last remaining soldiers retreating. On the far side of the room, there was a platform, five towers resembling Tesla coils rose up from it. 

As you looked on, Jake muttered "Here goes nothing." 

The ends of the towers glowed purple. The air crackled as tendrils of light wove themselves across the space until the ceiling seemed to crack. A swirling galaxy like void appeared tilting until it was almost level to the floor. Light sparked across it like lightening. The air became so charged it was hard to breath.

"This should get us home." Jake came to stand at your side.

"Should?!" 

"I learned everything I know about it from Steven's dreams. They're not exactly 'how to' manuals but since I got it working I'd say the chances of us getting home are pretty good."

"You're not exactly filing me with confidence here, Jake."

Jake didn't answer right away, when you turned to him a different pair of eyes meet yours.

"I can't explain it but I know this will get you were you need to be." Steven reassured you. "As for your powers, you just need to take control of them, own them. I've seen you do it. I know you can, love, you're stronger than you know."

Cheeks burning as his compliment, you changed the subject.

"Are you sending the werewolf and the vampire back too?"

The sentence made your head hurt for multiple reasons. The main one being that they had just killed a bunch of people and you'd be potentially unleashing them on another world. 

"It's not like we should be judging anyone." He held his hand to his chest. "It's your call."

Before you could even begin to start to wrestle with that decision, there was a commotion outside. More heavy footsteps. More gun fire. More screaming.Max came running in, blood painting him once more. His lip was split, a cut ran across his cheek bone."There's more guys out there but the guard dog is on it."

Blood curdling screams reverberated in your chest. You nerves were so frayed by it when the door swung open, slamming into the wall, you nearly hit the ceiling. Two soldiers came in. One was instantly ripped back out into the corridor. His blood splashing onto the remaining soldier as he scrambled to close the door. Not that it did him much good. Jake returned to swiftly pin the guy to wall

"Vamos!" Jake gritted out, struggling with the solider. "Max get her out of here!" He managed to turn the soldier's gun on himself, firing two shots into his chest.

Showing his inhuman speed and strength Max had you in his arms, dragging up to the portal before the soldier's body hit the ground. The door rattled in it's frame as something slammed into it. It could be Jack, it could be a dozen more bad guys. Sadly for Jack, you weren't waiting to find out. 

"Jake, hurry!" He took off running towards you. Luckily, even without the power given to him by Khonshu, Jake was fast. Lean, honed muscles propelled him forwards. He just made it to the portal, his hand landing on your arm, as Jack's hands landed on his shoulders. Jake's back twisted in pain, that coupled with the force of Jack landing on him, sent you all stumbling into the portal. The light from it intensified, blinding you to the men around you. The air became thick around you, pinning your body ramrod straight. Every hair on you stood up on end. Pressure built painfully in your ears until...nothing. A big black void of nothing.

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[final-girl96]

Chapter Seven: Steve's Suspicious

Monday

March 17, 1986

Steve picked me and Robin up after school and we all went into work. Robin and I were putting movies away and Steve was standing behind the counter. "People keep giving me weird looks. Then some of them laugh when I walk by," Steve said. I looked over at him, "I'd give you weird looks and laugh too. Have you looked in the mirror?" I asked. "Why? What's wrong? Is it my hair?" He started to panic and look for a reflective surface. "Oh, my god. This is why you don't have a girlfriend, Steve."

"Funny. Very funny. You know someone told me to ask about the guy you've been hanging around." My body froze, breath left my lungs. "Are you hiding something from me?" He asked. "Sure they weren't talking about me? YN is always with me, right, yn?" Robin nudged me with her shoulder. I nodded my head, "right. I don't know what they're talking about."

"You know if you have a boyfriend you can tell me. You're eighteen now. And as much I don't like it I won't always be able to protect you. Especially when you go off to college. As long as it's not like Jason Carver or Eddie "the freak" Munson." He laughed. I started to nervously laugh until Robin hit me on the back. "Nope. No boyfriend just studying really hard ya know something you never did." He looked at me suspiciously but let it go.

After work three of us went to the diner for dinner. And of course with my luck Eddie walked in. We made eye contact and the annoyed look he was wearing quickly changed. That signature wide smile overtook his face. Steve was busy droning on about his last date and I started to lightly shake my head at Eddie as he made his way over to us. What I didn't know was that his uncle was sitting right behind us. My heart felt like it was in my throat.

"I'll be back. Need to use the bathroom," I said and quickly stood and rushed towards the bathrooms. When I went to shut the stall door someone stopped it. "Where are you going in such a rush?" I looked up seeing Eddie smiling at me. He pulled me out and into the hand capped stall, locking the door, and pushing me up against the wall. "What're you doing in here?" I asked.

"You looked like you were trying to get away from me. Wanted to make sure you're okay." He pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. "I'm fine. But Steve has been asking a lot of questions today because someone told him I've been hanging around a guy and then he started talking about if I have a boyfriend it's okay to tell him as long as it isn't Jason or you and I think he's just more suspicious because I can't panicked and was acting all weird. If it wasn't for Robin you'd probably be dead already."

He took my face in his hands making me look at him. "Whoa. Slow down. Deep breaths. If Steve finds out it's me I'll deal with it. And to ease you more, Wayne was right behind you guys. I wasn't walking toward you, babe. But I am happy I got to see you today," he said. I rolled my eyes, "you saw me at school," I said. I felt so stupid and I probably made Steve even more suspicious.

"Yeah, but I missed you. I want to take you home with me." I pushed him a little. "I think it's time I just tell him. I just don't know how. To be honest I'm surprised he didn't figure it out the moment we started dating. Hea so fucking dense." Eddie laughed, leaned in and kissed me. "If that's what you want. I like keeping you to myself. But I can totally take your brother." I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him down so I could kiss him again.

We were in our own world until someone started pounding on the stall door. "Look, I know you guys can't keep your hands off each other but Steve is like two seconds away from coming in here to make sure you're okay," Robin said. I groaned and opened the door smiling at her. "Is he done talking about his date?" I asked. She groaned loudly, "no! And how dare you leave me out there alone."

When we walked back out Steve was paying for the bill. "Are you okay?" He asked me. I nodded, "yeah." He looked me up and down, "are you sure? You were in there for a long time," he said. "Women stuff, Steve." He looked at me confused, "you know periods. Blood. Tampons. Pads." He held his hands up, "okay. Okay, I get it! Let's go." Robin and I laughed and followed me behind him. I looked over where Eddie sat with his uncle and he winked before turning his attention back to Wayne.

After we dropped Robin off at home and we got home I went straight upstairs. "Don't wanna hang out and watch a movie?" Steve called after me while he shut the front door. "Homework. You know something you never did," I said. He rolled his eyes and walked towards the kitchen. I did actually have homework to do and I wanted to get it done and then get a shower. I didn't have a lot to get done since I did most of it during my free period.

After I got out of the shower I put on one of Eddie's tee shirts I took from his room, a pair of shorts and put on a pair of knee high socks before heading downstairs. Steve was in the kitchen pulling the ice cream out of the freezer. "Hey. Homework finished already?" I nodded my head and jumped up on the counter. "Yeah. I did most of it during my free period," I said. He nodded his head, opening the cabinet to get a bowl. "Want some ice cream?" He asked. I smiled and nodded my head, "always."

We ate our ice cream and watched a couple movies before we headed upstairs for bed. I was laying on my stomach on the bed, reading, Kate Bush playing quietly when I heard tapping on my window. I stopped reading, and listened. When I didn't hear it again I went back to reading. I was too caught in the story of my book to hear my window being opened. I yelped when a hand slid.up the back of my thigh.

"Shh. It's just me." I turned to see Eddie. "What are you doing here?" I asked, jumping up and running over to close and lock my bedroom door. "I wanted to see you," Eddie said, flopping down on the bed. "You just saw me a few hours ago," I laughed. He picked up my book and started flipping through it. "That's a long time, babe. It's like an eternity to me." He set the book back down and turned on his side to face me. "You're so clingy." I said, going over and climbing onto the bed beside him.

[anotherghoul666]

Owlish is back, Heh!

(Also reminding you on maybe tagging stuff as owlish again, but like, it's not supposed to come off as annoyed or mean cause I would've forgotten as well!)

Neutral and stable sounds good compared to before!

Also not having cried for 2 days.

I'm really sorry for you but glad that it sounds like it's getting at least a little better (also I'm very sorry cause while I love listening to people (I care about) talking about how they are feeling and why, I'm super awkward when it comes to responding)

Thank you ❤️ I‘ll gladly tell you as well!

Yesterday, I had a very positive therapy session which let me leave with a positive feeling instead of annoyed or hurt as usually (I dislike my therapist but if I’ll state that I can‘t work with her, I have to leave the psych ward and I definitely can’t do that right now. She‘s not very understanding of my problems and also there‘s quite a few things she said that made me feel unsafe so I can barely open up at all)

Also, on the way back with two friends from another therapy today we talked about owls (they’re my special interest) and they were super positive and we talked about how a few owls look like you walked in on them doing something (Micrathene whitneyi) or they look mad/judging (Athene cunicularia) and we laughed about it. It just made me feel great cause usually people dislike me talking about stuff I love and especially when it’s about owls for some reason, but they were just so positive. It was awesome!

Now I’m just super tired cause I had to take additional meds today due to being very antsy and not being able to calm down at all, I‘m cold cause my body has trouble to regulate its own heat and breathing is a bit hard due to me wearing my binder for probably a little way too long by now (but I don‘t have the energy to undress to take the thing off either)

Also I’m looking forwards to meeting the person I’m closest with here (she‘s on another ward) this evening (she constantly has to listen to me talk about Ghost but she‘s so sweet about it XD (she can’t remember anything but tries her best and she thinks I’m cute when I get excited about stuff (I‘m insecure about excitement due to expressing it through stimming, you know, but she‘s making me feel good about it))

So it‘s overall a feeling rather on the positive side which is strange but nice!

Wishing you the best too :D

~owlish anon

(omg yes I'm so sorry!! I noticed it today cause there was a like that came in on it and I went "oh, right, did I tag that correctly?" once I saw the aks in my notifications again, and lo and behold nope I had not XD So I tagged it right away but it was too late uh. Dude I'm so sorry, I'm such a creature of habit I have a hard time remembering new tags and stuff. I have someone else who came on the blog asking me to tag unmasked ghoul content and I feel it's sure some slipped by me despite trying and like XD I'll try more hahahaha thank you for the reminder dear, I appreciate it!)

Fuck yeah dude!! I'm at 4 days without crying now, beginning my 5th! It is Going! I appreciate your support ❤️

I'm so glad to hear you were able to benefit from a positive therapy session despite a having a therapist that's not a good fit for you. That's so hard. I've been in situations before when I put up with therapists that clearly were not right for me because I knew if I didn't take these sessions I'd be pushed back on the waiting list for 8, 10, 12 months, and I didn't know how to make it 12 months on my own you know. I knew session 1 there would be no theraputic alliance or trust from me whatsoever, but I figured I could at least gather tools and information to apply by myself at home. There can always be small things you take from crappy sessions that can stay in your brain and be a tool you have in your arsenal for the future.

Awww dude owls are so cool! I'm so happy you got a positive interaction where you could share about them! But hey! Hey dude! If you wanna share your favorite facts about owls or species or pictures in the future or something? I'm here! I love birds. I got super interested in the birds I could observe at my parent's house back in the day, the backyard / edge of the woods birds. I'd listen to cries and identify new ones I didn't recognize and photograph the bird feeders and stuff. So I know lots about, like, 15 birds species maybe xD Which is not much but that's what I would see daily. I know we have owls locally but I've not seen them so I didn't research them. Then again with a lot of them being super well camouflaged, it makes sense I didn't see any. So yeah, I'd love to learn more! Feel free to come to my ask box if it feels like a safe space to share, I'm interested in what you know and have to teach! :D

I hope you can get some rest, get warm and get comfortable dear. That's important.

And I'm thrilled to hear you've had someone to chat about Ghost with after that! Believe me I know a thing or two about being shut down for showing excitment or talking about a special interest. I was told all my childhood and teen years I was too loud or I talked too much or to lower my voice. Even now as an adult with a long time partner, I still apologize to her when there's something I love I inadvertedly talked about without asking for permission first. Its trauma dude. I get it. It's hard to get rid of. I hope you can find someone who will be genuenly invested in your interests in the future like I did. My partner doesn't give much of a fuck about metal or Ghost for instance, she's not a metalhead, but she happily lets me talk her ear off whenever something happens with the band or about the lore and the ghouls and she reads my fics even if she doesn't know the context and that makes a world of difference in terms of learning that your interests matter too. Cause they do. Owls are cool as fuck, Ghost is cool as fuck, and those subjects deserve respect by the sheer value of them being something you love. I see you.

Take care out there ok! Talk soon!

[robbydelosangeles]

A Subtle College Life in SPUP

Hey there! It's me again😁 the most handsome gentleman in the Psychology Department😉. It's been a long time since I posted here, I have been busy living my life lately. Today, in this sacred 21st century thingy called blog, I am going to be talking about what it is like to be a Paulinian college student🤩. This will take a long time, so if you are interested, get yourself a cup of hot coffee - or tea, whatever you prefer- sit back, relax, and join me as we go on a journey of a Paulinian student's life.

Are you ready? All righty then, let's go!

St. Paul University Philippines, a school known for their magnificent infrastructures, Christ-centeredness, aesthetic gardens, and of course, slippery tiles😂. Too bad my college journey did not start there. Nope. It was pandemic back then so my college journey started in an app. A lot of grown-ups would think, "Oh that's great, your college life would be easy since it will all be done online for a while. You'll be at home, you don't have to go outside, you won't be spending money, you kids should get through this with ease!"

Yeah, right😐.

I guess when it comes to learning and academics, some things will just not escape you. And those are hardships, struggles...and math. Seriously, I thought this course won't have any math subjects LOL. But anyway, now that we are growing up, life won't get easier from there. Even though it was flexible learning, we still get to deal with too many house chores, too many requirements, deadlines, quizzes, and who said we won't be spending any money?🙄

Nevertheless, all of this hardships and conflicts have shaped me into the best of who I am. Truth is, I was a slacker at the beginning, but because of the pressure, I got up my feet and started working harder than before. And I am soooo thankful for choosing to be a better student.

During my first year, I was very shy about making new friends. But I'm glad that my friends are wise, hard-workers, logical thinkers, and full of good influence. Well, kind of🙊. LOL Now that face-to- face class is finally back, I became closer to them than online.

Speaking of face-to-face, during the first days of third year, one of my classmates told me "You know, you look so much thinner online. You're actually chubbier in person." And here is how I reacted:

Well, it's true, I will admit it. I actually got too carried away with my laziness and eating too much that I gained so much fat. I got my interest back on weightlifting at the beginning of year of 2022. My progress was actually better than before. I can lift heavier weights now, my physique is getting toned, and even though my body weight was actually getting heavy (it's because of the muscles😎) my clothes are starting to fit better.

The issue was, because my top priority was my academics, I barely even have time to do a set of push ups. And with that, I adjusted my priorities. At first, I must finish all of my academic related requirements that must be done. And when I finally have a free time, only then will I go back to lifting heavy weights. And since then, with my diet on track of course, the balance between my favorite hobby and my academics are doing very well.

That's one of the life changing lesson that I have learned and will forever apply it till my last breath. Know what you want and what you need, set your priorities straight, and just flipping do it. You are probably thinking, "Oh wow, Robby, you prioritize your study and you go to the gym? That is s alpha of you😍". I don't really like that term to be labelled at me😂. An alpha is more of dominant type of person, the one who has the ability to lead and influence people.

Throughout my college life, I have become a leader of a group more than once. And the first time I ever became a leader, I was a hot head. Like if one of my groupmates won't do their work on time I would rant the heck out of them in our own group chat. 😂

But hey, that was back then, now I actually learn to become better with leading and influence people. When it comes to being a leader, logical thinking comes first, empathy comes second, emotions come last in silence. In other words, be stoic.

A lot of unexpected conflicts will come, especially when a lot of responsibilities are passed on to you. And no matter what, we must learn to endure and cope our emotions in silence, and never let them affect the way you think and the way you act. So always be logical with the way you think. Speaking of that, the best thing about college life is that my mindset have been shifted. Almost as if my brain was callused. The thing is, whenever I feel anxious or afraid of something, I face it. One of my oldest enemies is my anxiety. Whenever I feel like butterflies are going crazy in my stomach, I took a deep breath and just go. That is why I joined and volunteer whenever I get a chance to do so, such as performing along with the mob dancers, singing in a chorale, and speaking in front of a class.

These are some of the lessons that I have learned living as a college student in St. Paul University Philippines. If I could go back in time to meet my younger self who said "I can't wait to be a college student, it must be exciting", I'd go back and slap him on the face. LOL

All jokes aside, I hope that my sharing have entertained you, and I also hope that you learn something valuable because every thought that I have said, every lessons, are all based on my experience as a college student.

With that, thank you so much for your time and have a great weekend💖

PEACE✌

[princess-pill-enjoyer]

#11

I took about 150 and I was going to continue until I either couldn't walk or couldn't think but I forgot I had to clean the kitchen today so it three the plans off

AFTERMATH

I took a nap prolly 2-3 hours I took it and when I woke up my whole body was sore and in pain. I'm sure that's from being fucking sloth 24/7 to rearranging and cleaning my whole room. Plus putting in push pins... lord. Yeah but. I don't feel too hot. My head hurts, my lower back hurts, my legs feel tense and shit. I feel sick tbh. I know I aint but it just feels it you know? It feels like I get a lot more after effects compared to when I first started this all. Maybe cause of how often I take it? My habit has calmed down to 100-250 every other day with the occasional extra dose/excessive dosing thrown in so I figured that'd start to go away but nope. Why do I even take this shit anymore..

Oh actually. Nother thing I noticed. I already have a bit of an issue with belching a lot. Didn't matter what I did it was just how it was. It's been like that for about 5 years now. But nowadays it is a lot.. I dunno. Weird. When I burp nowadays I feel like I can taste the pills at times. Plus I let out a lot more gas. Which actually has been making my stomach appear flatter? I guess it kinda makes sense. If I'm releasing more gas ofc I'm gonna appear less bloated. But it is like. DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT.

NOTES/EMOTIONS

Uh for the most part today's dose was out of annoyance towards my family. It feels like my parents really don't see me as a person you know? Just kinda.. hard to accept when you're spoonfed the complete opposite info all your life.

Well okay that and R is struggling struggling and I feel bad that I seem to say the wrong thing as far as consoling her. I feel so bad about it. I never understand what she wants though. On one hand I try to keep it casual cause she's expressed that she feels the same way about getting babied whenever junk like that goes down but.. it's hard tbh. I really try not to but I mean.. how do you just. Not. Do that. Plus it feels like it sometimes hurts her feelings when I'm not going full on like.. BREH YOIRE SUFFERINGGGHH mode. I dunno

I feel like hot garbage tho. I think ima take another nap. Something

This is just a continuation from the aftermath stomach thing. I was going into tooo much detail there

I'm pretty fat ngl. I'm 5'4 and 230. I've been heavy for my whooole life. While I used to be pretty insecure about it, I feel like nowadays it's something I embrace? I feel like me being bigger gives me an air of casualness in a way and I appreciate the curve I have because of my weight. Ofc I have small things I wish were different but not really where I'd go nuts about it.. THOO one of those things happened to be having a flatter stomach annd now that I'm seeing how it'd look I can't decide if I like it or hate it

On one hand I do really like cause I like being able to see my thighs when I'm looking down and seeing me belly button casually feels weird. But on the other hand I've gotten used to my constantly bloated stomach so it makes me kinda miss it. I feel like how I look now is more "aesthetic" or whatever and I like it. But it does make me feel weird knowing I'm closer to the beauty standard after accepting that I'm not conventionally attractive.

Honestly a lot of stuff been changing about me. I have more eye bags and I feel like I slink around more if that makes sense. And it's weird. I like all the changes and I like dph to an extent. It feels dumb that I still don't want to do benadryl when I have so many likes about it you know? Cheap, easy to do and doesn't take much, and highs really last and they're not horrible to conceal. If I didn't tell R about any of this I would be going a lot harder. But for now, she's the only one that knows the full extent of my problem and I know it scares her. I've chilled out a lot from my peak cause of how if affects her

I mean. It ain't all her. Feeling like death for days on end off a single high was dirt. But for the most part I woulda kept it moving til I got caught or k was in so much pain I couldn't hide it so I quit myself. But knowing there's someone that's payinf attention enough to notice if I'm deteriorating makes me feel bad about it so. Yeem. I dunno. Shits complicated.

I'm going back to bed

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Dear Fucking Diary: Entry the 7th - Mini-Golf or Something that Requires a Bit More Stamina? Yeah, the second one.

This is a reposting cause the original chapter got taken down for being "e*plicit". 🙄 I'm hoping taking the word s*x out of the chapter title and giving it very PG rated gifs will keep it from being flagged again!

Pairings: Dean x Fem!OFC (Daisy)

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Smut. P in V. Protected s*x. Oral (fem receiving) Fingering. Brief mentions of overstimulation.

Word Count: 4,719

DFD: Series Masterlist

Series Summary: I’ve been tasked with writing in this fucking diary like a some teenage girl. It sucks, but who else am I going to talk to about the incredible hottie who lives next door?

Chapter Summary: 7th Entry: K, it's gonna get a little steamy - beware!

A/N:  This series has popped into my head from out of nowhere. It was supposed to be a whole other thing, but then it just morphed into this. (Cause I needed more series to work on! 🙄😄) Hope you like it, I should be releasing a new entry every few days, and I think there will be about 7 or 8 entries. The first entry is short and sweet, but most of the others will range between 1000 and 3000 words. Thanks everyone!! 🥰

A/N 2: This is a repost of this chapter because the original was flagged and hidden. 😠🤬 So, I'm gonna ask a big favour, could you guys give this a quick reblog, cause I lost all the notes on the previous post too. No need to comment, if you don't want to, don't even have to read it again if you don't want to. I'm so disappointed. I'm just incredibly grateful that I keep copies of all my fics on my computer. I'd be heartbroken to lose over 4,000 words of the story.

The awesome divider at the bottom is created by @talesmaniac89

Hey DD!

Well, that was a waste of time. I could have just kept writing! I got all the way down to Dr. Hailey's office just to have her receptionist tell me she'd gone home sick ten minutes before.

So, I still have no idea what she thinks of me sleeping with Dean. I guess I'm just gonna write it all out here and see what you think. And by you, I mean me, I'm gonna write it all out and see what I think.

After we finished dinner (Dean left Melissa a VERY large tip; I think he felt bad) we got back into Dean's car and headed to our second, surprise, destination.

After only a couple of blocks we pulled into the parking lot for "The Whirling Dervish Miniature Golf and Bumper Cars Emporium".

"Mini-golf?" I asked as I climbed out of the car.

"Yeah!" Dean smiled brightly and for just a moment, he looked like a little boy. Then his face fell into a frown. "Do you not like Mini-golf?"

"Oh sure, I do!" I reassured him quickly. Then I amended my statement. "I mean, I think I do. I don't really know. I've never played."

He looked dumbstruck. "You've never played mini-golf? Seriously?"

"Nope." I said with a chuckle. "But it always seemed fun." I made a swinging motion with my arms.

Dean laughed and then put his hand on both of mine and pushed them downwards from where I'd held them at about chest height.

"Lower your swing, sweetheart, it's golf not baseball."

I ducked my head with a smile. The shy posture was more a response to the endearment and the feeling of his big, rough hand on mine, than from any embarrassment about my golf swing.

I could feel sparks flare to life between us and immediately felt the pull towards him. He seemed to feel it too because he stepped closer to me.

"Actually," he said, his voice low and heated, "it's better for me if you don't know how to play."

"Better for you because then you can kick my ass?" I joked.

"No. Because then I can come up close behind you," he said, and proceeded to do just that, "and wrap my arms around you."

He caged me within the rock solid strength of his arms and took hold of both my hands.

"And under the guise of teaching you," he twisted our bodies slightly and then mimed a golf swing, "I get to feel you move against me."

I could feel the hard wall of his chest pressed up tight behind me and the scent of leather from his jacket combined with his own warm, masculine scent surrounded me and made me feel slightly dizzy.

He'd lowered his head so that it was just over my left shoulder and I turned to see his scruffy cheek only a few inches from my lips and my breath caught. Then he turned his face towards me and his mouth was right there and I knew I was lost.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, sliding them softly against his silky, warm mouth and sighing audibly.

God his lips were perfect; they parted slightly so he could suck my bottom lip between his, and I could feel the pull of it shoot into the core of me. I don't know if a simple kiss has ever turned me on so much.

After a moment of craning our necks trying to press closer, he turned me in his arms so I was facing him and one hand sank into my hair and fisted it while his other hand slid down to my lower back and pressed me tight against him.

I moaned at the power and strength I could feel beneath my hands as I slid them inside his leather jacket and around to his back. The muscles I could feel shifting there caused another soft moan to slip from my throat and another jolt of electricity to surge to the increasingly wet spot at the juncture of my thighs.

He walked me a couple of steps backward until we hit the side of the car and then lifted me easily to sit on the still warm hood. He moved between my legs and I instinctively opened them wider for him.

His mouth hadn't left mine for more than a heart beat through all of our movement but now he began to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses across my jaw and down my neck.

His hands travelled from my waist up inside my open jacket before slipping up past the hem of my sweater to press warm and rough against my back.

His fingers traced lazy patterns across my skin while his lips moved hot and hungry along the shoulder exposed by my sweater.

"God, Daisy," he mumbled low and gruff against my skin, "I've been wanting to do this all evening. Ever since you opened the door tonight. Your skin just looked so soft, and fuck, did I want to taste it."

He slid his tongue back to the hollow of my neck. "You're more delicious than I could have imagined. And Christ, sweetheart, I'm starving for you."

My stomach muscles clenched low in my belly at his words. His voice was like warm molasses, sweet and slow, dark and deep, and I was completely transfixed.

I tilted my head to the side to give him better access and he began to suck bruises into the skin up and down my neck and shoulder.

The cold air hit my heated skin where his lips and tongue had been, and it sent a chill up my spine. He pulled my jacket closed again and returned to smothering my mouth with his own. He kept his fists bunched in the sides of my jacket and used the grip to pull me close.

I pushed my hands up under his shirt, desperate to feel his taut skin under my fingers, forgetting that my hands are often cold and were especially cold on an early November evening.

Dean hissed and gasped against my lips and even though I felt bad and pulled my hands back from his skin, I can't deny the sound was hot af. It made me want to bring it out of him again, but for more pleasurable reasons than cold hands.

We spent a few more minutes kissing deeply, and soft moans of frustration kept slipping out of me when our jackets, jeans, and the November chill got in the way of us getting closer.

Finally Dean pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged.

"Okay." He said and dragged in a long breath. "We should..." he made a vague motion toward the mini-golf course. "...before we...I mean..." He sighed deeply. "I'm about one more kiss away from throwing you into the back seat and saying to hell with mini-golf."

He chuckled and I laughed softly with him, but my heart was hammering against my chest and so many dirty ideas were swirling in my mind.

"Well..." I began and caught his gaze, as I tried to gauge his reaction. "I mean...you could always teach me mini-golf another time." I spoke softly, hardly believing the audacity and boldness of my own words. But I refused to duck my head or break his gaze, determined to know what he was thinking.

I was pretty sure I had my answer as I watched his eyes become hooded and heat pool in them. His jaw clenched briefly before he licked his lips and pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it. My mouth watered watching him and wetness gathered elsewhere as well.

"You sure?" He asked quietly.

I nodded. "Completely sure. But," I grinned at him, "as much as I'd love to have some fun in the back seat of this beauty, it's probably infinitely warmer and roomier at either one of our apartments and we're less than fifteen minutes away. I might be able to last that long. What about you?"

He pulled me tight against him and buried his tongue in my mouth, kissing me hard and fast before lifting me back to the ground.

"Okay, but let's hurry."

No more than ten minutes later we were walking up the stairs to our apartments. Boy does he know how to handle that tank of a car.

Why was his ability to drive his car so fast, but so well, such a ridiculous turn on?

Dean was holding my hand and as we reached the landing between flights he pulled me against him and then pressed me up against the wall as he had earlier in the day. This time though he also pushed a thick thigh between my own, settling it so that I was pretty much sitting on it.

I can't begin to describe how incredible that felt. I couldn't help it, as he kissed me senseless once again I began to grind down against his muscular leg and holy shit! My body exploded with heat and a shockwave of tingling pleasure suffused my entire being.

My pleasure was only intensified when Dean moaned raggedly into my mouth and lifted his knee to better connect with my core the next time I ground against him.

I'm not sure that we wouldn't have just ripped each other's clothes off right there if we weren't suddenly interrupted by a middle aged lady coming through the doors to the stairwell.

I just caught her look of judgement before Dean grinned at her and winked and she turned into a sixteen year old blushing girl, giggling slightly and carrying on her way. I was happy to see I wasn't the only grown woman who turned back into a silly teenager every time Dean looked my direction.

As she passed us, Dean grabbed my hand and practically hauled me up the stairs. I laughed and stumbled up the last step, punch drunk on his kisses and the feel of his body against mine.

As soon as I stumbled, Dean bent and scooped me up to carry me down the hallway. I laughed again, breathless, and hit his shoulder.

"Put me down, you idiot."

"Nope, a broken neck could really put a damper on our evening." He said and got to his place in about four of his incredibly long strides. Since his apartment was first along the hallway that's where we ended up. I realized that I'd never actually been in his apartment, we'd always met up in mine.

He set me down to pull out his keys, but held on to my hand and pulled me into the apartment after him.

His place was a lot neater than I would have expected for a bachelor mechanic, but I could still see some clutter here and there, and even better, he had a sink full of dishes from earlier in the day. I couldn't explain why these small messes and imperfections made me happy. Except that Mr. Control-Everything never allowed any clutter, and dishes were to be washed after every single meal. Always.

I shook the asshole out of my head and focused on Dean as he lit the few lamps in his living room, allowing a soft glow to surround us.

He came back to where I awkwardly stood just inside the door and took my jacket off, hanging it beside his, and leading me over to the couch, where he sat down close beside me.

For some reason it hit me in that moment that all the women I'd heard through my paper thin walls had likely come in this same way, hot and desperate for him, watching him light up the living room with a seductive light and then sitting beside him on the couch. Or did he usually take them straight to the bedroom?

As though he was reading my mind, he pulled back a little and dropped my hand. He smiled his slightly bashful smile and again his hand found the back of his neck and he rubbed it gently.

"Look, if you've changed your mind, that's okay." He nodded toward his TV. "We can just...Netflix and not chill."

I chuckled and ducked my head again and wondered for the first and only time that night whether I was making a mistake. I'd only known him less than a month, this was the very first time we'd gone out, maybe I should just wait.

But then I looked into his eyes and said, Fuck that.

This man was beautiful beyond belief, he was sexy as hell and his hands and mouth were so incredibly talented. He was also kind and funny, and Jesus Christ, I wanted him so badly.

So, I just shook my head and pulled his face toward mine. "I haven't changed my mind." I said softly. "I want you, Dean. I want you to touch me, kiss me, fuck me." I turned red at my own dirty words, but I wanted there to be no confusion.

Dean's exhale turned into a growl and he leaned the rest of the way in and claimed my lips in a scorching, frenzied kiss. His lips were hot, wet, and everywhere.

I simply gave myself up to him and what started out in a frenzy, slowed into an endless seduction of his fingertips dragging across my skin, his hands pressing against my flesh with the exact right pressure to make me desperate for more. His mouth was a languid, continuous promise of more pleasure.

When he'd laid his lips against every inch of skin above the neckline of my sweater, he looked at me, his jewel green eyes having darkened to the color of a forest in the rain.

"Lift up your arms." He commanded and I happily obeyed, letting him pull the garment off my body.

He stared at my lace covered breasts and the look on his face made me eternally grateful that I had opted to go with the sexy, black bra and panties set I was wearing rather than the infinitely more comfortable sports bra and granny panties I'd been contemplating.

He rubbed his thumb over my nipple, through the lace and I shuddered.

He pulled back slightly and nodded toward my bra. "Take it off for me, sweetheart. Slowly."

I shuddered again at the primal look of heat and desire on his face and I reached behind me to do what he asked.

As I let my bra straps fall from my shoulders, Dean groaned.

"Fucking, hell, Daisy." He said and he sounded pained just before he set his mouth to my breast, laving at my nipple and then blowing gently across the wet skin. It constricted into a little rosebud, and he sucked the puckered nub between his lips before sinking his teeth slowly into the sensitive flesh.

I cried out and my back arched into his body, and I was desperate to even the playing field. I pushed on his shoulders. "Your turn." I said and waved toward his olive green button down.

He slowly unbuttoned the shirt, taking his time and enjoying my impatience as I pushed away his hands and swiftly pulled the buttons from their holes. I may have accidentally on purpose ripped open the last couple.

As I smoothed the shirt back over his shoulders I could feel myself getting wetter just looking at the wide expanse of lightly freckled skin stretched tight over thick muscles. He was so broad and solid I was instantly desperate to have him crush me into the couch, or the bed. Or the floor, or a particularly sturdy table.

I swept my hands down his torso and leaned forward to flick my tongue against his darkened nipple. I looked up at his face as I did and saw his face flinch with pleasure before he hauled me back and stood up. Before I could even blink he'd picked me up and was walking down the short hallway toward his bedroom.

"I need more space." He said as he laid me out against the pillows and then moved to the end of the bed to crawl up and kneel between my thighs.

"I wanna be able to see every inch of you. I wanna see the goosebumps erupt on your skin."

He dragged his fingers across my stomach causing that just that exact reaction. His hand moved to the button of my jeans and my breathing picked up.

"I wanna watch your breath catch when I do this." He popped the button open and then slowly slid them over my hips and off. Sure enough, I went from breathing too fast to not breathing at all.

Dean rubbed his forefinger against my soaked panties and I bucked against his hand, still holding my breath.

"Breathe." He said slowly, a whispered word that reminded me to take oxygen back into my starved lungs and I gasped in the needed air as he slowly pulled my lacy underwear off of me, leaving me completely exposed under his gaze.

In all the times I had imagined this moment, it may have been the focus of one or two day dreams over the last few weeks, I had always pictured myself with some clothing on, or envisioned the scene in a darkened room, sure that I would be too self-conscious to be completely naked, all of me visible for him to stare at.

But then, in my dreams I had never imagined he would look at me like that. A look that was all hunger and primal need. He was looking at me (me!) like he was desperate for me, like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Daisy." He said and his voice was gravelly and raw. "My god, sweetheart, I just..."

He didn't seem to be able to find words and the knowledge that I was making him speechless made me glow and feel the most powerful and the sexiest I've ever felt.

He stretched out on the bed, with his wide shoulders between my thighs and turned his head to press wet kisses into the soft flesh of my thighs. Ordinarily I would worry that my thighs were too thick, that they were too fleshy, but the way he sank his blunt fingernails into that fleshiness and moaned, let me know, he loved them, found pleasure in them.

So I once again simply gave myself up to the fierce pleasure he was arousing in my body as he sucked and bit the skin there, leaving marks that I knew I'd see for days after, like physical reminders of the bliss he was bringing me.

He brought his mouth to my dripping center and I bucked up off the bed. Dean threw my right leg over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around my left leg so that he could press his big hand down against my lower belly and hold me in place while his tongue went to work.

Over and over again he brought me to the edge, just to pull back and leave me desperately chasing his mouth, pushing my body down toward him, or gripping his hair and trying to push his face back where I needed it.

But he was way too strong and he wouldn't be rushed. When my first shattering orgasm happened, my thighs automatically tightened around his head as I screamed out my pleasure. But he simply pulled them apart again, so he could keep me open and enjoy me like a starving man at a buffet.

He pulled three orgasms out of me with his mouth alone. Finally when I felt like I might pass out if he didn't stop, he pulled away and stood up. He took off his jeans and I was treated to the sight of those boxer briefs I had been ogling in the laundry room.

He reached to pull them down, but I held up my hand. "Wait, can you...turn around?" I asked, my throat hoarse from my continuous cries of pleasure. "I really wanna check out your insanely hot ass."

His bashful smile was back and it made me want to cuddle him. How could he possibly be bashful after everything he'd done to me? He turned obligingly and I reached out and ran my hand over the perfectly firm, round, work of art that was Dean's ass.

"Fuck me." I said under my breath.

He turned back around and the bashful boy was gone again, his grin being decidedly wicked.

"That's the idea, sweetheart."

I giggled and then stopped breathing as he whipped down his boxers and I was finally able to see what all the fuss had been about. Let me simply say that my predecessors were NOT exaggerating. I was momentarily concerned about being split in two, before deciding it would be a hell of a way to go.

He reached into the drawer beside the bed and ripped open the condom packet he found there. He rolled the latex over his incredibly hard cock and I made a mental note to be the one to do it next time.

Fuck, let there be a next time!

Dean laid down beside me, and ran his hand up and down my body, gentle circles that soothed even as they excited. Eventually, his fingers found their way to the slick folds he'd given so much attention to earlier.

"How do you feel?" He asked, his fingers soft and gentle as the moved through my wetness. "Do you need more time? Are you too sensitive?"

Now, I can't tell you why this question brought tears to my eyes. Dean had already proved himself to be a deeply caring, sensitive lover, constantly in tune with his partner's body. So, the question really shouldn't have surprised me.

But there was something about the care in his expression, the gentle way he was touching me; this question wasn't about the sex, it wasn't even about giving me pleasure, it was more about making sure I was good, making sure I felt safe and okay to continue.

I couldn't and still can't remember if I've ever felt that cared for, that looked after. I don't mean just during sex (definitely never then!) but like, ever, with any partner I'd been with. Maybe, but I couldn't remember when. Certainly not with The Terror.

Unfortunately, my tears made Dean's face crumple with concern and worry. As soon as I saw his expression I shook my head. "No, Dean. Yes."

Amazingly that really clear and understandable sentence didn't seem to ease his concern and he started to pull away.

I grabbed hold of his shoulder and pulled him back against me. "I'm sorry, I mean, no I'm not too sensitive anymore, and I feel incredible." I waved a hand towards my wet eyes. "These are happy tears, promise."

His expression softened and he pulled me up against his side and turned so that we were face to face. He pushed my hair back off my forehead and placed feather light kisses there and down my nose. I felt precious and cherished and more tears welled up.

This time Dean just caught them on his thumb and then kissed my eyelids too. "Still happy ones?" he checked.

I nodded and smiled at him before pulling him down for a long, soft, gentle kiss. He sipped at my lips, and I sighed into his mouth.

I could feel his length between us, still rock hard. I reached down to grasp his thickness in my hand and the sound he'd made earlier, that hiss and gasp, issued from his mouth again as his eyes closed tight and his chin thrust forward.

With his head thrown back I had access to the underside of his jaw and I took the chance nibble his skin there. I also enjoyed being able to lick and suck along the column of his throat and the thick corded muscle in his neck.

Then I took his condom-covered cock and ran it through the folds of my body, lubricating it before I eased it inside myself. He was thick and long, but I didn't have to worry, he fit inside me as though we were two puzzle pieces finely fitted back together.

He pulled my leg up high against his hip and the new angle allowed him to drag over the soft spongey spot inside me that no one but me had ever been able to find.

We stayed pressed together tightly, skin to skin, sweat-slicked and hot. His thrusts started shallow, more grinding than thrusting, but as our bodies sought out our gratification, his thrusts got stronger, deeper, and I was slamming myself against him, desperate to get him even deeper still.

He rolled me over so that he was on top of me, then lifted my legs and draped them over his arms, using them as leverage to slam into me, hard. The position had him thrusting so deep I could feel him hit my cervix with every push and after only three or four thrusts, I came apart for the fourth time.

Within the haze of my own climax I heard Dean yell out, my name and curses blending together. Then I felt his body shudder and stiffen against me. He let my legs drop so he could fall on me, bracing some of his weight on his forearms but giving me that weighted feeling I'd been craving earlier. His hot breath against the side of my neck felt warm and soothing as I came down from my high.

Ever so slowly we came back to reality and Dean rolled off of me, pulling off the condom and tossing it into the waste basket beside the bed. He grabbed some tissues from the table and cleaned me up as well.

He then readjusted us slightly so that we could both lay under the covers and warm our rapidly cooling skin.

He pulled me up close against his chest and let his fingers trail up and down my arm.

"Fuck, Daisy, you're amazing." He said, his voice a warm rumble.

I ran my hand across his chest and smiled against his shoulder where I lay. "Right back atcha, honey."

I felt Dean smile as he leaned down to kiss the top of my head and we both fell asleep, contended and exhausted.

So, that's it DD. That was my earth-shattering night of incredible sex. Incredible not just because Dean was a skilled lover or because he knew exactly where to press against my body and just where to put his mouth to bring about the most pleasure.

It was incredible because Dean is a beautiful man in every sense of that word. Incredible because I've never known anyone like him, incredible because...

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Oh, fuck! Damn it!! I don't even want to write it down!

I might be falling in love with him.

No. Absolutely not - this is completely stupid. I barely know him. Jesus Daisy, get a grip - what is wrong with you? You rushed in once before, remember that? Didn't exactly work out the way you'd imagined in your naïve little brain, did it?

But fuck me, I wrote this out here so I could get an idea of what I feel and what I think about sleeping with Dean, and the truth is I think it's made me want something that's impossible, something that is ridiculous and stupid to imagine.

I mean for god's sake, I've heard the screaming girls on the other side of the wall. I know how many of them were just like me - a good time, wonderful sex, and then a goodbye in the morning.

Granted, he didn't put me in a cab this morning when we said goodbye. He walked me to my apartment in his pajama bottoms and bare feet and kissed me goodbye. But doesn't it amount to the same thing?

I heard how desperate Lois sounded when she refused to take Dean's gentle and then not-so-gentle no for an answer. Is that gonna be me next? Chasing after him, sure that he must love me?

Pathetic.

Oh fuck! I said it before and I'll say it again, I think I'm screwed.

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