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16. someone's pulling a gun and you're jumping in the middle of it

If it sparks joy ☺️❤️

so i was in an angsty mood, hope you like it <3

They weren't at a call, they weren't supposed to face danger that day.

It's all Buck can think about as he stares down the barrel of a gun.

It's their day off and Buck had plans, alright? This was supposed to be the perfect day.

The perfect first date.

The restaurant is really fancy, with the most expensive wine that Buck has ever seen and all the tables looked like straight out of a historical movie or some shit like that. The menu is full of weird names, half of which Buck can't even pronounce.

But it's his first date with Eddie and he wants it to be just perfect. A night neither of them would ever forget.

He wants to show Eddie he made the right choice when he gave Buck a chance.

There's classic music playing in the background, the sound of piano and violins floating through the air and making Buck relax in his seat.

And then— there's a loud crash, one of the windows at the front of the restaurant breaking and pieces of glass flying everywhere.

For a second, Buck doesn't know what's going on. For a second he's just confused.

And then—

"Nobody move! I said nobody fucking move! A man in a mask is carrying a gun. His movements are erratic and fast, almost maniac.

Buck's heart clenches inside his heart.

Eddie makes a sound and then he's standing up. Because of course he is, Buck thinks— remembers the way Eddie didn't even flinch that time they were taken hostages by the prison guy.

"Eddie." He mutters, as low as he can as to not catch any unwanted attention.

It doesn't work.

"I said nobody fucking move!" The man yells and Buck— Buck watches as the gun is pointed towards Eddie.

The sense of deja vu pooling in his stomach is sickening and he wants to throw up.

No.

Not again.

Buck moves before he can think twice about it, jumping over the table and placing his body in front of Eddie's, like some kind of human armor.

There's a loud gunshot, but the choked desperate sound that Eddie makes on the back of his throat might be even louder.

Buck feels himself falling to the ground and then Eddie's face is above his.

"Evan! What did you do? What have you—" Eddie is frantic, his hands shaking and hovering above Buck's body.

He frowns.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Buck asks.

Was Eddie shot?

Please God, not again. Buck can't go through that again.

"W-what?" Eddie laughs, but it's sharp and bitter and there's not a trace of humor in it. It's hysterical if anything. "No, I wasn't shot. You got in the way of the bullet, you idiot." He choked out and he's— He's crying.

Eddie never cries.

The last time Eddie cried he was broken and on the floor, hugging a baseball bat.

That was two years ago.

"E-eddie?"

And oh.

Eddie presses down on his abdomen and Buck feels it.

"Shh, it's okay, baby. Just— Don't talk. Don't— Hold on for me." Eddie says, his voice trembling and his tears falling down his cheeks and into Buck's face.

Buck mouths something with trembling lips but no sound comes out— just a garbled noise.

Buck can taste the blood. His own blood.

Well, that's not good.

There's a lot of background noise, screams and orders being yelled but none of that matters.

If Buck dies right there, he'll do it as he stares at Eddie.

"Hold on for me, baby. Please. Please." Eddie is begging above him and Buck wants to listen to him.

But he's so tired.

A weak hand comes up and reaches for Eddie, his thumb caressing that beauty mark under his eye that Buck loves so much.

He leaves a trace of blood in its wake and that's—

He tainted Eddie.

Buck wants to apologize but he can't speak. He can't breathe.

"You have to stay awake, baby, okay?" Eddie is saying above him. "You have to hold on for me. So then you can take me on another first date— no offense but this one really fucking sucked." Eddie lets out a wet chuckle. "So we won't count this one. We'll go on another one and that one will be our first, alright? And then you'll have to take me on a second one. And a third one." Eddie says and Buck thinks that sounds like a good plan.

He likes the way Eddie thinks.

"Stay awake, Buck! Don't close your eyes." Eddie pats his cheeks a couple times and Buck's eyes flutter but he fights against uncociousness.

"W-what else?" He asks weakly, his words slurring and dragging and he's not sure if Eddie understood any of that.

But of course he did.

"W-what else?" Eddie's voice breaks but he has this small smile etched ln his face, fond and quiet and just a little sad at the edges. "Well, we'll have to let the team know about us... eventually. They all will be happy, of course. Hen will order a cake and they'll throw a ridiculous party but it'll be fun." Eddie's hand keep pressing against Buck's wound but he can barely feel it.

It doesn't really hurt.

That's really bad, isn't it?

"And then you'll move in. In a couple of months." Eddie keeps talking. "Is it too soon to talk about that? I don't think it is. We've known each other for years and this— this was inevitable, right? At least for me." Eddie's lower lip trembles. "Since the moment you shook my hand in the back of an ambulance and promised to have my back? It was a fone deal for me. I knew I would love you. I knew you would ruin me for anyone else."

Buck smiles, or at least he tries to. He's not sure if he pulls it off.

"Ditto." He rasps out, low and weak but he thinks Eddie hears it anyway by the way his eyes soften.

And then the darkness wins and Buck closes his eyes.

He wakes up in the back of an ambulance with his hand in between Eddie's. There's paramedics working around him but Buck doesn't care.

He keeps his eyes on Eddie.

His hair is a mess and his brown warm eyes are puffy and red around the edges. His clothes are stained red with blood and there's a trace of it on his cheek.

He looks—

Awful, Buck thinks. Eddie's skin is pale and ashen and the fluorescent lights of the ambulance aren't doing him any favors either.

And yet— it's the most beautiful thing that Buck has ever seen.

"Hey." He chokes out, the oxygen mask resting uncomfortably against his face and making forming words a little difficult.

Eddie grins, relieved and so soft, tender and adoring. "Hey."

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matriarchjojo · 2 years

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───[HEAVENS CLOSER THAN YOU THINK]

⌗ 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 "𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓" 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 + 𝐁𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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The waitress at the pub seemed to be flirting with ghost and then slid him a note to meet her outside

✧ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ✧ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!!

Simon, Johnny, gaz and price were in a pub. they just needed to take some time off and relax, as they deserve of course. But the moment they stepped into the bar simon spotted a pretty little waitress in this tiny dress underneath a pretty white and frilly apron, standing on some beautiful heels, long nails, beautiful hair and that stunning face o' yours.

You kept Batting your lashes at him when they sat down at a table and you came over to ask them "hello, gents! What would it be?" You asked with a charming smile spreading your plush and full lips with a sheen of shine on them, looking hypnotizingly pretty.

After everyone ordered and you wrote everything down on your little notebook you looked at Simon, looking at you and you slowly asked him "and you..sir?"

He's used to being called 'sir' but..hearing it from you was different. He might not be fucking every night but he can tell when a woman is eye fucking him, and you definitely were. As he spoke up he saw your body twitch a bit and your eyes didn't know where to look, they went from his tattoed arm back up to his masked face and then his dangerous, piercing eyes

"whiskey.." he rasped, looking you up and down. You shivered at his cold but fucking sexy dark eyes scanning your body and you mindlessly nodded without writing it down and he leaned on his strong arms before lowly saying "you don't wanna write that down, love?"

You gasped and grinned nervously "r-right! Sorry, it's been a long night.." you wrote it down and smiled again "be right back, sirs..." as you walked away on your loud heels, he caught Johnny staring after you, or rather your ass and then look back at simon "she was deffinetely flirting with you, mate" gaz nodded and laughed in agreement as Simon just shook his head "you're a lucky guy but.. she might be a little crazy if she wants to fuck a strange masked man, no offense, l.t" gaz assumed.

Not even two minutes passed by and you came back with their drinks "here ya go, gentlemen~" you smiled and put down their drinks from your tray onto the table, but you slowly put down Simon's whiskey as your eyes met again and you smiled at him after a second of just staring at eachother you mumbled out a quiet "enjoy.." and slid a small piece of paper into his hand on the table.

Simon watched you quickly leave in a cute hurried run on your heels before he read your note underneath the table as the others talked,

the little note said "my shift is over in 10 mins, meet me outside <3"

At first he was puzzled if he should actually go for it but..he would be even more out of his mind if he turned this down. Plus it's been a while since he had a good fuck and you with your gorgeous curves seem just right.

So after ten minutes he just said he was going and left to go outside. And fuck, there you were in a pretty white faux fur coat looking the other way but immediately turning your head once you heard the little bell of the bar door. You smiled and walked over to him

"you came~" you said happily, he could tell you were excited by the way you shuddered..or you might just be cold due to your beautiful skimpy outfit letting the cold winter air and snowflakes hit your skin.

"Couldn't really say no, could i?" He said lowly and you huffed out a heavy breath as you felt your pussy react to his every word. "What's your name, love?" He asked, stepping closer to you.

You quietly said your name and his fingers lifted your chin up "Didn't quite catch that, doll..could you repeat that for me?" you let out a shaky breath and felt your thighs shake..but not because of the cold

"(y/n).." you responded and his eyes went down from your eyes to your lips before he put his thumb on your plump bottom lip, to dip it into your mouth for just a second making you gasp for air, before running this digit over both your lips sensually and slow.

"beautiful." He said and you gulped "wh..." you began but trailed off as his hand tugged your head up "what about you, sir..what's your name?.." normally he didn't tell people his name but..he needed to if he wanted you to scream it. But then again, 'ghost' would suffice. If the night goes good, he might tell you his name.

"I can't tell you my real name..at least not yet," he paused and looked back up from your lips "so just scream out ghost if you need to" you had a hard time not moaning at his statement, your breathing just got heavy and you nodded. "Use your words..you're a big girl aren't you?" Ghost teasingly remarked with his humb lightly tapping against your bottom lip. You gulped and said "yes, sir"

Ghost hummed in approval and because he couldn't hide his arousal anymore. Cause fuck, you were being effortlessly sexy, he couldn't stop thinking about exploring your whole body and sinking into your soaking wet pussy.

You knocked yourself out of your trance and said "..don't you wanna come inside? I got a room just above the bar.." you smiled, and Simon looked behind you and noticed that the bar in fact also owned a hotel, how convenient.

He just quietly nodded "lead the way." and followed you up the stairs, he had to admit, the bar and hotel both looked very comfy with the orange lighting and the dark wood.

But that was not what was catching his attention right now, as you were going up the stairs your dress lifted above your plush and thick thighs with every step until it was going over your ass, you thought your jacket covered it up but, no. Simon was even able to see your thong covered pussy.

His cock was already hard when the two of you made first eye contact in the bar but now he was fully hard and throbbing.

You got to your room and subtlely pulled your dress back over your ass as you unlocked the door with your other hand, Simon opened the door for you though and let you go inside first.

You thanked him with a wide smile and put your bag down one you got inside. Upon first stepping inside, it was a beautiful and cozy room. Wooden detailing, a big bed with red, nicely done sheets and multiple pillows decorating it, and a fire crackling in the fire place.

But his eyes immediately went back to you as you took off your coat "it's beautiful here, isn't it..?" Simon hummed in agreement "might come here more often.." you turned to look at him and grinned.

"for the atmosphere or..for me?" You asked with your pretty smile, stepping closer to him and his hand went back to your chin, tilting it up for him "manily for you.."

This was the moment you would kiss him. But you couldn't.. "can i kiss you..?" you pouted and Simon chuckled "no can do, love" you let out a cute saddened noise and sat down on the bed as you kicked your heels off.

The tall mysterious man got infront of you and ran his hand over your hair "what else can I do for you?" That's when he tugged your hair back, making you look up at him, the action made your back arch and you were dangerously close to his cock.

You bit your bottom lip to quiet down a moan. your shiny eyes slowly ran down his body, admiring how well built and strong he looked through that tight, black tee. Your eyes finally settled on his very obvious bulge tenting in the fabric of his tactical pants, you let out a shaky breath at how big and thick it looked in his pants..left you wondering how big it is out of his pants.

Simon grinned at your dazed look "you still there, love?" He asked teasingly and pulled your hair back again "now tell me, what can I do for you?" You shivered at how his sweet words contrasted with how tight his grip on your hair was.

"I-i wanna suck your cock.." you paused and gulped not sure if you should call him what you were about to call him

"daddy.."

You saw Simon's eyes twitch slightly as his breathing got heavier and his grip got tighter "i'm your daddy, huh?" He asked in a breathy and low tone. You nodded as your manicured dainty hands ran up and down his thick thighs, you were driving him fucking insane..he doesn't think any of his past partners hot him so rock fucking hard and horny before.

Simon loosened his grip and let go to unbuckle his belt as his eye contact with you never faltered, Simon could keep looking at you like this for hours. He had the most perfect view: your pretty face looking at him with this cock hungry look in your eyes and the slightest pout on your sticky lip gloss stained lips, and your perfect round tits were on display too.

Simon unbuttoned his pants but let the zipper stay up for you to pull down as he put his hand against your warm cheek, you noticed what he was quietly telling you to do and slowly zipped it down before pulling his pants down. His big hands stopped your smaller ones once you tried to pull his boxers down.

Instead he slowly, slowly pulled them down for you. You were dying when you saw his happy trail and small veins on his v-line, Simon enjoyed how your eyes kept flicking back up at him, begging him to pull his cock out.

Once the waistband reached his cock, he pulled it over his big lenght, letting it jump out and bounce a little. You audibly gasped when you saw how fucking pretty and big it was, your mouth gaped at the sight. "You like what you see." He observed and lightly tapped your cheek before his thumb went back to your open lips "go ahead." He urged, hand going back to your cheek "'s all yours.."

Your cunt was begging for attention, you couldn't drown in out. It was trobbing and pulsing, you knew you were dripping wet right now. You blinked small tears away from how badly your pussy needed attention and slowly took ahold of the tick base of his cock, you whimpered when it twitched at your touch and Simon's breath hitched ever so slightly.

"It's so big, ghostie.." fuck, you really always knew what to say, didn't you? It twitched again in your grip as you wrapped your fingers around it, biting your lip as you noticed that your fingers barely touched.

"Think you can take it?" He asked a little cocky, running his hand through your hair again. You eagerly nodded with a hum "yes, daddy.."

"Then go on.." he paused and pushed your lips against the head of his cock "show me." His encouragement made your hands a little shaky as you subconsciously already arched your back before placing your tongue on his tip and kissing it, basking in the sound of the man's quiet groan.

"Fuck, look at that pretty arch..got you so horny already, hm?" You nodded with his tip in your mouth and looked up at him through your long lashes. "Good girl.." that praise made you instinctively suck him into your mouth deeper, you weren't even halfway down but his cock was already filling your mouth up, fuck he was just so big.

Your hands gripped his pants that were sitting on his thighs as you sunk your mouth further onto his cock, filling your throat up. You took a few deep breaths through your nose and whimpered at his musky, manly scent. His little hairs tickled you as you reached his base.

Ghost let out a deep moan at the feeling of your tight and wet throat around his big cock and then suddenly you started bobbing your head up and down on it "fuck, doll..you take it good.." he groaned a little louder as you started moving your tongue along the underside of his cock before he was going back into your throat "real fuckin' good.."

You loved his praises, they just made you suck harder and faster. Your hand went from his thigh up to grab ahold of his now wet cock and stroke it, letting your hand make the most obscene wet noises. You gave his tip one last kiss and looked up at him before going further down while your hand stroked him, ghosts eyes were half lidded as he fought off the urge to cum with groans and grunts.

You finally reached his heavy balls and started sucking one of them, getting the big man to get his breath knocked out of him, his eyes slightly rolled back into his head as his hand in your hair pulled you away, you immediately stopped stroking him. "Careful there, love.."

he warned as he tried to control his heavy breathing "that pretty mouth of yours was gonna make me cum" his hand went from your hair to holding your cheeks, you grinned sheepishly "that's what i was going for, sir.." Ghost chuckled at your bluntness and patted your cheek lovingly

"you wanted my cum down your throat?" He asked softly to which you nodded eagerly "yes, daddy" Simon chuckled

"dirty girl.." he groaned deeply and suddenly pushed you down onto the bed, making you look up at him as he spread your thighs apart, you tried fighting against his grip but he was obviously stronger. You didn't want him to see the wet patch on your panties that you were sure was very obvious, you pulled your dress over your crotch.

Making Simon huff out a laugh "gettin' shy on me now, doll?" In a blink of an eye his hand snatched your hand away as you whimpered and whined "noo~ ghostie!"

His eyes settled between your legs, immediately spotting the wet patch. You pouted as his pretty eyes looked back up at you "that's what got you all shy?" His Fingers pressed into your clothed pussy and started sliding them over your slit, keeping your eyes locked.

"your wet little pussy?" His grip loosened and you kept your legs open for him. You shyly nodded "'s just that..I've never been this wet, ghostie.." your confession made Simon's breathing grow heavy again.

of course he felt good when he made women wet with just a look but fuck..you made him feel like a god almost, he never felt that way. You're like something out of a dream.

Simon grabbed the bottom of your dress and pulled it over your body to expose your panties, pudgy tummy and those gorgeous tits. He mindlessly threw it onto the floor without looking away from your curvaceous body, leaving you completely naked aside from your panties and him still completely dressed.

Simon couldn't even keep his hands from running up and down your body if he wanted to, his big hands ran from gripping your tummy up to your plush tits and pinching at your hard nipples, feeling your soft skin against his palm and fingers felt almost electric. To both of you. "Fuck, doll..you're a fuckin' sight.." he groaned as his hands gripped your tits harder, making you throw your head back with a cute whimper. "Ghostie~" you cried out as your hand grabbed his "please, daddy.."

Simon chuckled as his cock twitched at the feeling of your skin and your desperate begging "please what?" He teased, his stoic facade back up and running again, pressing his bare cock against your clothed cunt, forcing a loud whimper out of you.

"P-please fuck me already—nghh..please, I need it- need your cock" Simon huffed, that feeling he felt inside of himself was something he couldn't compare to anything..you're so fucking perfect, your beautiful eyes kept looking so innocently at him even when you said such filthy things.

Simon grabbed your hips to quickly turn you around and lift your hips up high, Simon wanted to moan at how you immediately arched your back for him and kept your head down in the mattress "look at you.." he hummed, sliding his fingers over your clothed slit again "so fuckin' pretty and obidient"

your moaning and whimpering were the closest thing to heaven he has ever heard..it calmed him even, made him completely drown out any other thought of the usual horrible things running through his mind, leaving just you overtaking his mind. And he let you.

Simon hooked his fingers under your panties, pulled and let them snap back against your pussy, making you yelp and quiver. Simon grinned at you writhing and gripping the sheets beneath him "so fuckin' needy.." he groaned before suddenly ripping your panties apart, making you gasp at the sheer strength of the man behind you, and throwing them to the ground.

Simon's fingers immediately went back to your pussy and the way his cock throbbed at how giving wet you were made him think he was gonna cum from it. "Fuck, you're so wet.." Simon's heavy breathing got a little louder until he let out a groan and suddenly pulled you up against him by sliding his arm under your head and pulling you up by your neck. You moaned in surprise and just kept whimpering, fuck, that arm with the tattoo was swung around your neck..making you so much more wet, if that's even possible at this point..you gasped and felt your cunt clench down hard on absolutely nothing.

You felt Simon's huge, warm and wet cock press up against your back while his fingers kept playing with your cunt, letting lewd wet squelching noises errupt "let's see how easily my fingers slip in, hm?" You moaned pathetically and unconsciously grinded back up against his cock, making simon groan lowly into your hair.

All of a sudden his thick fingers slid into your cunt, so fucking easily too..Simon couldn't contain the moan that errupted deep within his chest "fuck, you little fuckin' slut." He groaned as he didn't even let you adjust before he started ramming his fingers in and out of your soaking cunt, the wet noises and your desperate moans got him so fucking ready to just fuck you right here right fucking now, but he knows he would have to prepare you for his big cock first.

"D-daddy! F-fuc—" you cried out and choked on a moan as ghost choked you harder with his thick and tattooed arm.

"You like that, huh? Filthy fuckin' whore" he groaned at the way your body subconsciously moved up against and with his motions. Your pussy clenched down hard on his thick fingers at his horrible remarks "you like it when men talk to you like the whore you are? Huh?" He deeply groaned against your ear, you nodded and his fingers thrusted particularly hard "say it. loud and proud, love" he teased.

you mewled and whimpered before parting your glossy and swollen lips "i-i like it when you talk to me l-like the whore that—that I am!" You babbled at felt tears running down your pretty face, deffinetely ruining your mascara.

"That's it, good girl." He growled and slid his fingers in and out of you faster and faster until you were close to your orgasm, felling your tummy tighten as your cunt fluttered around his fingers, making Simon's pace falter a bit before finger fucking you hard and fast again as he knew he was about to make you fall apart on his fingers "c'mon, doll..cum, give it to me." He urged,

but you barely even registered what he said, too lost in chasing your high, clenching your thighs hard and digging your sharp nails into the strong forearm restricting your breathing as you came harder than you ever have before.

Simon felt your cunt gush and pulse around his fingers as you creamed on them, letting your eyes roll back and mouth hang open. Simon pulled his fingers out of you and let you properly breathe again, turning you around to lay on your back as his fingers Massaged your thighs.

His gaze landed on your pretty face, makeup smeared and ruined "bloody fuckin' hell.." he mumbled and grabbed your face, you reacted at opened your eyes again "gh-ghostie.." you smiled and Simon suddenly covered your eyes with his hand. He just needed to kiss you, fuck he couldn't help himself.

Your already dazed mind was now even more confused but moaned once you felt his soft but rough lips on your sticky ones, forcing his tongue in your mouth as you let him and he forcefully kissed you when his other hand came up to grab your pretty face. He pulled away, keeping your eyes closed as he stated at your lips for a second longer and grumbled out a

"open your mouth, love"

you immediately obeyed, making his heart pound against his ribcage at how goddamn obidient you are. He pursed his lips and roughly spit into your face, making you whine that you didn't get anything in your mouth, making simon chuckle sadistically before giving you what you want by spitting straight into your mouth, twice.

Simon's cock ached and throbbed uncontrollably by now because of you, all because of a person he just met thirty minutes ago. But fuck, you're a fuckin' angel sent down from heaven.

Ghost pulled his mask back over his mouth and let your tired and almost lovestruck eyes look at him.

"You kissed me~" you giggled happily but then got interrupted by the head of his hot cock brushing against your sensitive clit. His big hands gripped your hips tightly against him and rubbed the underside of his cock between your soaked pussy lips, letting his tip bump your clit every time.

You gasp and grab at his forearm "what do you want, love?" He huffed grinding his cock harder against you, he then rubbed the head against your pulsing hole "go on. Tell me" he urged, pushing forward as if he would finally sink into you, just to pull away again

He repeated that process until you finally spoke up "i-i want you to own me, daddy..you can do what ever you want with me, sir!" You mewled but then almost choked on your own pleasured scream as ghost sunk into you to the hilt, the stretch burned but it burned so fucking good, he was so fucking big that you could swear you felt him in your throat as you cried out.

Simon lost complete control when those little pleads left your mouth, he just let his cock take over.

As your warm walls clenched and pulsed around his fat cock he started rutting into you "you want me to own you? A stranger?"

He chuckled and suddenly slapped you, he almost came when you moaned and clenched down hard on him after the impact of his slap. "Filthy whore." He growled as he started hammering into you while his hands gripped your hips so hard they'd surely bruise you, he kept watching your face contort into pleasure before throwing his head slightly back as you rolled your hips against his thrusts "fuck, doll..be careful what you wish for..might just take you with me" he huffed and kept thrusting his hips against yours. Your wet heat felt like his own personal heaven, your cunt felt euphoric around him. You let out a whimper before it transitioned into a moan as he repositioned your hips a little and suddenly hit that sweet little spot inside of you. "There it is.." he chuckled but deeply groaned again as your cunt gripped him like a vice.

You looked up at him through your wet lashes and Simon couldn't stand how fucking pretty you looked, all ruined and fucked out with your makeup fucked, mascara running, lip gloss smudged and spit all over your lips and face. This filthy sight urged Simon to fuck his unbelievably hard cock into your sensitive and raw pussy "ghostie—" you moaned and pulled him closer by the back of his neck "i-i want you to take me with you—" your eyes became glossy again as his cock repeatedly hit your g-spot. Simon put his forehead against yours and grunted out a deep moan "you really wanna be mine?" He asked breathlessly as his pace never faltered. You nodded with a loud whimper.

"Fuck—" Simon breathed "then I'll take you, I'll take you home and use you whenever I please and you're gonna be my goid little cocksleeve.." he paused to gulp and huff out a breath "that what you want?"

You nodded, biting your bottom lip while your face scrunched up so prettily as your cunt fluttered and clenched around his cock "yes!" You cried out and sunk your fingers into the material of his cotton shirt on his back as you buried your face into the crook of his neck before biting into the thick muscle of his shoulder.

Simon grabbed both of your plush thighs and pressed them up against your chest to fuck into you, deeper and harder, you let out the most beautiful moans of pure pleasure he has ever heard.

This new position let him knock against your cervix with every thrust, making your head fall back with your eyes getting knocked into the back of your head. Your mouth fell open into an 'o' as your orgasm hit you like a fucking tsunami.

The clenching and gripping of your cunt had Simon moaning as huffing as you started milking him when his cock twitched and throbbed as the hot liquid shot into your cunt. Filling you up to the fucking brim.

After five seconds, he was still cumming. And you were still clenching. You heard his beautiful and pornographic moans as he slowly came down from his high.

He let your thighs go and grabbed your hand to then run his thumb over yours lovingly. You pulled him closer and kissed him quickly but softly, over his mask, making simon twitch from your loving gesture. You breathlessly giggled "you're gonna take me with you now, right?" You asked while softly running your hand over his shoulder and bicep.

Simon sighed and chuckled, still just as out of breath as you "how could I say no?"

You giggled and let your head fall back as Simon slid his cock out of you. He laid down next to you and turned his head in your direction, just to look at you. You were fucking gorgeous..

"Simon." He suddenly said, making you turn your head "what?" He turned his body to fully face you and leaned his head on his palm "I won't repeat myself" he said lowly. You needed a little time to register what he was trying to say and your grin widened "Simon!" You called out and hugged him, swinging your leg over his hip. Your cute little call made him genuinely smile.

But he quickly noticed you grinding your pussy against his still hard cock, his hands gripped your waist to make you stop. But you pouted as you looked up at him "please~ only a second round" you begged and blinked your eyes a few times.

Simon sighed and got back above you and between your legs before he straightened his back to slowly slide his shirt over his fucking insane body, he looked like Adonis himself—after he pulled it over his head his dog tag clanked against his chest. He chuckled at your open mouth "you're drooling." You put your hand over your mouth and giggled before you kept watching him take the rest of his clothes off.

You bit your bottom lip and grinned up at him through your lashes as his piercing eyes stared you down "horny girl.." he sighed and put his hand over your eyes again to slide his mask up and softly kissing you again.

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From Hell and Back

Author: @rindecision l Artist: @lady-lostmind l Artist: @feralsteddie Posting on Sunday, October 1

One Halloween, years after the fall of Hawkins, Steve and Robin end up summoning Eddie from the depths of Hell. Steve, not knowing the ways of the occult, accidentally frees him and has to deal with a mischievous demon on the loose. Eddie drives Steve insane with various shapeshifting antics, both in and out of the bedroom, while Robin tries to find a way to send him back to hell. But, when faced with the opportunity to return his life to normal, will Steve even want to go through with it? OR Lots of supernatural, hentai-esque smut with a playful, romantic plot.

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Chapter 1

The paper that Robin tossed aside caught his eye. He picked it up and hesitated to toss it into the bin. Curiosity got the better of him, so he flattened it to see the notes.

He got a strange sensation of someone watching him and he turned around to his empty living room. He squinted back down at the paper. “Non ampl— How do you even pronounce half of this? Cavee am? Discordi-um?” Steve shrugged and tried it out. “Non amp-lee-us, lie-gat, discord-ee-am, add-uct or, cave-ee-um, too-am, lev-ah-vee.” He snorted and crumpled it back up.

When he turned around to toss the paper into the trashcan, he froze at what sounded like a match strike. He swallowed and turned around to see the candles lighting by themselves, one by one. Each candle flared back to life with the sound of a match strike. The flames from the candles grew into thin towers of flame as the lights of his apartment dimmed out. The light from the flame was blinding, making Steve shield his eyes as the fire spun together in the center of the pentagram.

“Fucking finally!” A familiar voice shouted as the flames burst and petered away.

Steve stared in awe as his lights flickered back on. There was a demon resembling Eddie standing in his living room casually cracking his neck. His skin was warm grey with lines of black tattoo-esque writing twisting around his body. A multitude of thin silver chains draped over him as his only form of clothing. Strangely, it wasn’t offensively indecent that he was mostly exposed, as he didn’t seem to have any genitalia. He had four horns coming off of his head. The top two flanked the natural part of his elbow-length wavy hair and curved down the back of his head. The other two started on each temple and curved around his ears. A thin whip-like tail waved wildly behind him as he stretched.

“E—Eddie?” Steve gasped.

“In the flesh.” He paused with a contemplative expression. “If you can call this flesh.” He looked at Steve and a smile spread across his face. “Did you miss me… big boy?”

“Yo—I—th—” Steve stammered, looking into his inhuman eyes. They were black where they should be white, and his irises looked like hellfire. “I have to be fucking dreaming.” He blinked and shook his head.

“Aww,” Eddie cooed. “Are you calling me a dream come true, Harrington?”

“More like a nightmare.” He looked at the ground and raised his hands in disbelief. “I’ll take it.” Eddie smirked. “Now, how about you finish what you started?”

Chapter 3

“Come on, bring your demon to work day.”

Steve snorted. “Because I can just walk into work with a seven-foot demon on a leash.” Eddie hummed. “I like the idea of you putting me on a leash.”

Steve rolled his eyes and sat at the kitchen bar to eat.

“Plus, did you forget?” Eddie disappeared. “I can be invisible.”

“Still no.”

“What about?” A pocket-sized demon Eddie appeared in front of his plate on the counter from a small puff of black smoke. “Tiny?”

Steve had to stop himself from choking on his food at the strange sight. He looked exactly as he did full-size, but only about three inches tall. The tiny Eddie walked up to his plate and sat on the edge of it.

“Seriously, no one would even know I was there.” He speared a blueberry with his tail and held it in both hands. It was almost the size of a cantaloupe to him. After he removed his tail from it, he whipped the juice off with a flick and took a bite of it.

“You’re just trying to trick me into letting you out, like you did with the summoning circle.” He picked up Eddie by his tail, hanging him upside down as he continued to bite the berry.

“Actually, I just don’t want to be bored. I wouldn’t even leave your side.”

“Not happening.”

Eddie stuck out his forked tongue and tossed the half-eaten berry into Steve’s water. “Nice,” Steve said sarcastically.

Chapter 8

If he wasn’t using both hands to stroke the rest of Eddie’s dick, Steve would have one on his own. He was pleased to find that the chains and piercings didn’t get in the way as much as he thought they would. In fact, they added a nice texture to the mix.

While he was enjoying being in control, he wanted Eddie’s touch as well. He swallowed the best he could around the dick before he pulled off of it and looked up at the demon’s duskily flushed face. “Eddie,” he panted, rubbing his cheek against the massive dick as he stared hazily at him. “You’re free to do as you choose.”

Eddie heaved a heavy sigh and a wide smirk invaded his face. His sharp canine dug into his lip and he gazed down at Steve’s lust stricken face. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he said softly, stroking his fingers along Steve’s jaw.

Steve shuddered and nuzzled Eddie’s hand. He hadn’t expected his touch to feel so good. He kept his eyes locked on Eddie’s piercing ember irises until he had his lips back around his dick.

“Fuck…” Eddie sighed, gingerly weaving his fingers through Steve’s hair, careful not to interrupt his movements. “At least I can actually watch now.”

After a few more sucks, Steve pulled off and licked under the ridge of the head. “Is that all you plan to do?”

Eddie grinned and pushed Steve’s hair back. “Was there something you’d rather I do?”

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&yet part 2

Pairing: f!reader x rm!Sehun x Kyungsoo

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~4,800

Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Friends/Strangers to FWB (to lovers?)

Warnings: Teasing, drugs/alcohol, foreplay, mutual masturbation.

Plot: Sehun is your best friend and roommate. He invites his new friend over, Kyungsoo, to help him through a rough breakup. As tensions build, the dynamic between you three takes a turn.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

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You woke up the next morning on the couch a bit confused as to why you were there. You are alone, yet there is a blanket over you and a pillow under your head. It dawns on you that you must have passed out. You stretch and roll off the couch onto your feet. You start walking towards the bathroom and events from last night flash across your memory. After showering and dressing, you relax in front of the TV eating cereal. It’s quite late in the morning to be getting up. Usually you are up before the sun, but it’s almost 11:00am.

While zoning out, watching mind numbing TV, Sehun comes down the hall, yawning. He goes into the fridge and grabs a yogurt. He sits down next to you, just nodding since your mouth is full.

“Where’s Kyungsoo?” Sehun asks.

“Not sure. I woke up and he wasn’t here,” you respond.

“Nothing happened between you two?” Sehun asks.

“What? No. I just met him. He seems nice enough.”

Sehun chuckles, “It was a joke. I covered you up and went to bed. Kyungsoo fell asleep at the other end of the couch.”

”Well, thanks for looking out for me. I can’t believe I slept so late,” you huff.

”I mean, last night was pretty wild,” Sehun jests. “Plus, it’s the weekend, don’t be so hard on yourself,” he continues. “Are you sure you didn’t scare Kyungsoo away? Did you come on to him?”

Sehun is laughing with a mouthful of yogurt, creating a gross sound, which makes you start to laugh.

“No! I swear! The last thing I remember was falling asleep on your shoulder and then waking up,” you say. “Are you trying to set us up or something?”

”What? I mean you guys should hookup. I know you’ve not gotten laid in a long time,” he responds.

You choke on your cereal, mainly because of Sehun’s idea, but mostly because he knows you’ve not had sex in awhile. It hurts, like the truth is supposed to sometimes.

”I don’t even know him. What kind of person do you think I am?” you say, half joking.

“You could just hook up. If you want.”

You take another spoonful of cereal, rolling your eyes, while half listening to the junk on TV. You hope he leaves it there, not to further this conversation.

”I’m meeting my friend tonight at the bar, you and Kyungsoo wanna join?” you ask, completely ignoring Sehun.

”Yeah! Let’s do it! Let’s get smashed!”

“I could set you up with her, but I know you have no issue with finding women to have sex with,” a smirk hiding behind your statement.

Sehun laughs, “Very funny! But we can set each other up! Me with your friend and you with Kyungsoo!”

“Why are you so adamant about setting me up with anyone?” you ask as you tilt the bowl to drink the last of the milk out of it. As you get up to put your bowl in the sink, Sehun grabs his phone while finishing up his yogurt. He glances up as you pass him toward the kitchen.

“I’m not trying to. I just thought it’d be nice, since, you know…” Sehun’s voice gets quieter, hoping you don’t take offense.

“I get it, I do. Believe me. I’m the one going without, not you. Sorry if I sound ungrateful. I don’t know what I want.” A relationship? A friend with benefits? One night stand?

“Well, let me know when you figure it out, and I can help. But not like that, I swear!” Sehun says as he follows you to the kitchen.

“Ew! No! Why would we do that? I like you as my friend!” you say. “Also, my friend is lesbian,” you add as you walk from the kitchen, noticing Sehun choking on his spit. He offers a playful push to your back as you continue into the living room.

And that was that. There is a part of you that cannot get Kyungsoo off your mind. His demeanor, his laugh, his silence and gaze. He makes you wonder what he’s thinking about; his eyes demanding your attention. When you speak, his eyes dart around your face before focusing in on your eyes, never glancing away. That look makes you feel like he’s the sun and you’re the only one in his orbit. The mysteriousness surrounding him makes your mind wander off to not so appropriate places.

- - -

The plan was set in motion. You all met up at the bar to blow off steam from another shitty work week. You really wanted to let loose but in a way that meant no one would have to look after you. You decided to take a shot as soon as you walked up to the bar. You needed some liquid courage if you were going to be in Kyungsoo’s presence all night.

Once the shot was settling in your stomach, you and Sehun shuffled to grab a table while your friend, Jules, went to the bathroom. Kyungsoo had texted Sehun earlier saying he was going to be late. The three of you are having a great time, meaning, you all take a round of shots. I really am going to let loose, but only so much. Two shots so far. Pace yourself. Don’t embarrass yourself.

You all ordered some wings and beer, and just then, Kyungsoo walks through the door. His eyes widen as he scans the bar looking for us. When he catches sight of Sehun, he begins to walk over. You only know this since you’re the only one facing the doors at a table tucked away in a corner. You see his hurried but determined look as he takes the seat next to you. You introduce him to Jules and Sehun passes him a glass of beer he poured from the pitcher. As an awkward silence dove over the table, Sehun pipes up, “Here’s to breakups. A new beginning!”

Kyungsoo looks over to Sehun and smirks, clinks his glass with ours, sips, and begins to look sad.

“Man, I’m sorry! I’m trying to lighten the mood!” Sehun says as he rubs Kyungsoo on the shoulder.

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a downer. The cut is still new, it needs to heal. Please don’t let me stop you from having fun,” Kyungsoo says as he leans in towards Sehun so other patrons don’t hear him.

“More alcohol then!” you say for some levity and top off Kyungsoo’s glass. He lifts his head up and smiles wholeheartedly as he raises his glass to his lips.

God, his plump lips. So soft, so distracting.

Luckily the night is filled with drunken anecdotes, silly parlor games, and unintended physical contact. The table is small and since getting drunk meant people, unintentionally or not, become more likely to gesticulate. The smell of Kyungsoo would waft its way beneath your nose and goosebumps cover your arms. You shake to bring warmth and feeling back to your body. Kyungsoo notices you shiver and leans in to inquire,

“Are you okay? Are you cold?” You don’t realize he’s speaking to you until you become overwhelmed by his scent, yet again. He breaks your stupor with his warmth, your skin now aflame.

”Oh yeah, just got the chills. Sorry to worry you,” you stammer out, shoving the glass of beer to your mouth to quickly guzzle the rest. So much for pacing yourself. You can still ease up, just order a glass of water. I feel like I’m already making a fool of myself in his presence. I can’t do this sober. Help me.

He leans away from you and watches as you slam down the glass to then excuse yourself from the table. You need a break and can’t wait for the server to appear again to ask for water. Sehun yells from the table as you leave. You don’t turn around, walking up to the bar.

”Hey, did you hear me? Are you okay? You look moody,” Sehun asked in the lowest, most serious tone you’ve ever heard from him. But you’re both drunk, who knows if that’s even true.

”Yeah, wh—,” you stop and order from the bartender.

”Water?! Yeah, there’s something wrong.”

”I swear, everything’s fine. I’m trying to pace myself. Not get too drunk. I don’t want to embarrass myself,” you say, grabbing the water, nodding and mouthing thank you.”

”That’s never mattered before. Really, do you feel okay?” Sehun asks. He grabs you by the shoulder, turning you around. He reaches his palm to your forehead,

”You feel a little war—“,

”Stop it. Seriously. I’m fine. Please,” you beg Sehun and then chuckle as if to lighten the past dialogue.

You all sit and drink into the night. You are sure to alternate with water, and continue to graze on leftover wings and celery. Everyone seems to be laughing and you suddenly remember something very important. You gesture across the table to Sehun, as if smoking a joint. He perks up and announces,

“Who’s down for going back to our place for blunts and crafts?”

The table erupts with laughter.

“Very discreet. Nice one,” you start to laugh loudly and notice Kyungsoo’s attention falling upon you, his light, saving the dying. Your face turns red when you feel his gaze and say,

”I’ll go pay the tab. I’ll meet you outside.”

“It’s my turn. I’ll get it this time,” Sehun says.

”Nope, I invited everyone, my treat.”

Everyone smiles toward you and says their thanks. Kyungsoo bows his head and thanks you earnestly. You will never forget the way his bangs fell into his eyes and then the way he ran his fingers through them to push it back. Your knees are weak as you walk up to pay.

You light a smoke as soon as you exit the building. Everyone but Jules was partaking. The group of you loiter for a bit longer until you decide to start walking in the direction of your and Sehun’s place.

- - -

Settling onto the couch with your freshly rolled joint, you begin to take out various craft items. Jules and Sehun are sitting on the floor next to the coffee table. You and Kyungsoo are sitting together on the couch. Everyone is grabbing at colored pencils, stickers, glue, and glitter.

You light up the joint and start the rotation. You pass it to Sehun on your left, he passes it to Jules, then Kyungsoo. He seems quite nervous and doesn’t drag very hard. He exhales and begins to cough. While still coughing, he passes you the joint. Oh my god, my lips are going to be where his lips were. I can’t hold it in. I’m going to lose it.

You look up at Kyungsoo and take the joint, careful not to linger or touch his hand. Just then, Sehun pipes up,

“I’m gonna make something cute for my mom!”

“I didn’t realize you were still in kindergarten,” Jules says.

“Hey, you’re never too old to love your mom or to give her something handmade,” Sehun says back, still buzzed. He didn’t really care about other peoples’ opinions, especially when it came to his mom. It was all in loving jest, everyone still concentrating on what they were going to create.

You take a nice, long drag and finally exhale, careful not to blow it towards anyone. This pause made you look over to Kyungsoo, diligently creating a little pocket notepad. He used some thread to join some paper, and now he is placing washi tape on each page as a border. No matter what he is doing, it gives you the chills. He’s just quietly working and not to mention tidying up the supplies as he goes, careful to put items back in their place.

The four of you are getting a bit tired after all the revelry. You stand and ask if anyone would like a drink. You definitely needed water since weed always gives you cottonmouth. Once you return, you set down the water glasses and get comfortable on your spot on the couch. Sehun and Jules decide to sit on the loveseat that was perpendicular to the sofa you and Kyungsoo occupied. You decide on a funny show that everyone has seen a million times.

While resting your head on the armrest with a blanket covering your feet, you comment on a funny joke in the show. This rouses everyone to repeat their favorite jokes from the show. By god, you have never heard Kyungsoo speak so much at once, and you could get used to it. His low timbre, his rich and deep voice, so soothing, yet so sexy. You grab your phone while Jules is telling her favorite joke, and send a funny gif to Sehun. Once he hears his phone vibrate, he picks it up to look and immediately starts laughing.

“What's so funny?” Jules asks.

“Just a funny gif. I’ll send it to you,” Sehun replies.

“Hey, I want to see!” Kyungsoo interrupts. He looks over to you, since he’s far from everyone else and asks you to send it to him.

“I don’t have your number,” you say meekly.

Shit, I am getting his number. I can’t believe this. Just be cool.

Now that everyone was in on the joke, silence returns.

Everyone seemed to be on a good mix of high and drunk. Silly, sloppy, bursts of laughter, and moments of silence. With that, you feel like you’re the only one who is hiding something. That need within you is lurking, which could cause you to act on it, like you were being split into two opposing directions. You’re trying hard to ease the tension by pressing your thighs together.

Why does weed make me supremely horny? My standard is being regular horny, but weed takes it up ten notches. Holy hell.

More drunken antics ensue. Being this needy right now is stressing you out. You rise from the couch announcing to the room,

”I’m headed out for a cigarette. Wanna join?”

”Oh! Me!” Sehun jumps up while heading to put on his cardigan.

”Yes. I really need one,” Kyungsoo says quietly.

”I’ll just be here. With all the booze, drugs, and glitter. Having way more fun than you three!” Jules chimes in sarcastically, chuckling to herself as you exit onto the balcony.

With another person out here, your shoulders are squished in between Sehun and Kyungsoo. As you’re all smoking out in the crisp and clear night, Sehun begins telling Kyungsoo an inside joke. Something about how one of their coworkers has horrible body odor. They both chuckle and you are silent, off in your own land; a land of hands touching, and lips meeting. Your elbow slips from the railing and hits Kyungsoo’s arm. He looks over at you and grazes your arm, he pulls back immediately,

”I’m sorry. My fault,” he ekes out hesitantly.

“Shit, I’m sorry. My arm slipped. Totally my bad,” you answer.

”Well, I don’t have cooties,” Kyungsoo jokes.

“See what I mean? I told you he was quiet but funny!” Sehun begins laughing hysterically at Kyungsoo’s burn.

While Sehun’s head is bobbing around from laughing, you glance over at Kyungsoo and he mouths quietly to you, "I'm sorry,” and bows his head.

You’re not sure why he’s saying sorry. You both turn to look out at the night skyline, continuing your cigarettes. Again, a silence takes hold and you begin to feel Kyungsoo’s body warmth since he is pressed closely to you. There’s really something about being in the presence of a person like him. It’s hard to describe. It takes hold of all rationality; your body, your will power.

Having gone back inside to get cozy, Jules calls it a night.

”It’s been great. I will cherish my glitter picture frame for all time. Nice to meet you, Kyungsoo. See you jerks later,” she says and closes the door behind her.

Kyungsoo also gets up, feeling a bit awkward now that he is the only guest left. Hoping not to stay past his welcome. He extends his thanks and turns to leave before adding,

”Have a good night. It was fun. And thank you again. See you at work, Sehun.”

Sehun gives a thumbs up and laughs, Kyungsoo copying him. His hearty laughter is also something else. The way it deeply vibrates right down to your pussy.

You and Sehun stay up longer on the couch watching shows until you start yawning and Sehun says,

”I’m out. I can’t. I’m hittin’ the hay.”

”I can’t get up. Too comfy. Night night,” you mumble into the blanket with your eyes closed.

Maybe if you hadn’t gone to bed horny this wouldn’t have happened. None of it, but it starts with you dreaming of Kyungsoo once you've fallen asleep…

His fingers lightly graze your cheek. You’re standing on the threshold of your bedroom. He drags his fingers down around your neck to bring your lips to his. You shrink into the kiss, unsure of how this started. You realize the feeling of his full lips on yours is euphoric. You lean into his kiss, and place both palms on his broad shoulders.

He begins to walk you backwards toward your bed. You resist his force which causes him to ease up and bring his mouth back to yours. He lifts your jaw to deepen the kiss and you both open your mouths, tongues gliding in unison. You let out a slight whimper at the feeling of his tongue on yours, the saliva, his hands on your body. He pauses to open his eyes and removes his lips from yours, asking,

”Are you okay? Please tell me if you’re not. Promise?”

Still in shock with Kyungsoo’s saliva on your lips, you answer,

”Yes. I need you. I promise.”

He steps back, holding your cheeks up toward his gaze. It’s as if he’s trying to get the right lighting to see every part of you. Trying to swallow you whole starting with his eyes, then his lips. You really can’t do this anymore, and you smash your face into his. You do this with so much fervor that your teeth clink together as you rush to put your tongue in his mouth. You start sucking on his bottom lip and then bite it while pulling down a bit. Kyungsoo grunts so deeply that your pussy begins to leak.

You place your hands under his shirt to feel his body, which causes him to shiver. He presses his lips harder into yours and places his hands on your ass. He squeezes and you moan into his mouth. His fingers trace up the small of your back to your rib cage, ending with both palms groping your breasts. You’re moaning more and even louder as he leans you back onto your bed.

His hand goes up your shorts and rubs over the waistband of your underwear. You stretch out and moan when his fingers dips lower to rub over your pussy. You start to writhe and he watches your every movement, even when your eyes roll back into your head. He makes you feel like the hottest person alive, his every move and thought dedicated to you and your pleasure. He slips two fingers under your panties and when he reaches your bare pussy, you wake up.

You awake to a horrible empty feeling, like there is a hole or a missing piece. You start to replay the dream over and over in your head. You’ve never had a wet dream quite like this, it was too real. It was overwhelming, your body aching while imagining the feeling of his hands on you. Your thighs rub together and there is a familiar feeling of wetness. You reach into your underwear and flick a finger through your slit. Before reaching beyond, your labia was covered in slick.

You place two fingers to your clit and start rubbing, spreading your wetness farther. You moan softly as you now begin to pinch your nipple from under your shirt. You spread your thighs apart and gyrate your hips from beneath the blanket. Your mind is rewinding and slowing down parts of your dream while loving the feeling of your own touch.

A small floor creak gives away a watcher. You snap up from the couch, leaving your bottom half still covered by the blanket. You try to adjust your vision to look beyond the dark hallway corner. You see Sehun’s outline. He steps out into the light of the living room. His face is flush and you see he has a hard-on beneath his boxer briefs. Your eyes are wide as you yank the blanket to cover your upper half.

“Please continue,” Sehun says in a hushed tone.

”What? Am I dreaming again?” You ask, while Sehun is approaching you on the couch.

“Stop. What do you think is going to happen?” Sehun says, responding to a question with a question.

You really had no idea what was happening or what Sehun was going to do next but your pulsing pussy won out over self control.

He sat gently on the other end of the couch, resting against the back, his head turning to look at you. Your toes touch his thighs and he begins to rub himself over his underwear. Starting intently at you.

“Let’s help each other out. No weirdness. Just watching, no touching,” Sehun says as he reaches to grip his painfully hard cock.

This feels surreal, having Sehun’s bare cock spring up while sitting just feet away. You feel taken aback by these events, not knowing how to respond. Sehun adds,

“Please. I heard you and saw you. I know you need it.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask him, trying not to focus too long on his dick.

“You don’t have to be ashamed. I know you haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I heard your moans. I came out to see you touching yourself. I heard how wet you are.

You want to cower under the blanket and go back to sleep, but everything Sehun said was true.

“Will this ruin what we have?” you ask sincerely.

“You don’t have to show me anything. But now you’ve seen my dick. No big deal right?”

“Well, since you put it that way, all right.” you thoughtlessly reply and your hands go back under your pajamas.

You close your eyes and begin, again, to imagine Kyungsoo’s lips and hands. The way he ardently crashed his face into yours. The way he guided you to your bed, the way he overtook you and leaned over your body, taking in every minute detail.

Your eyes open to witness Sehun cranking away on his dick. Looking over toward you every now and again, but mostly he has his head back and eyes closed. Since he doesn’t seem to be fazed by what is transpiring, you begin to pinch your clit which causes a yelp to fall out of your mouth. Sehun turns his head slightly, barely opening his eyes, and grunts. The creases of a smirk are hardly visible.

Once you brush off the awkwardness, you travel deep within your reverie. You begin to push two of your fingers inside your hot pussy. You were already close to cumming after you woke up from the dream, but now you are at the precipice. One more flash of Kyungsoo’s delicate hands gripping your waist, and you finally orgasm. Your hand is stuck between your tightly closed thighs while your hips thrust upward, finally slowing once you come down. While you’re trying to catch your breath and you open your eyes again only to remember Sehun is jerking off. You moaning through your orgasm seems to cause Sehun to cum, finally ejaculating into his hand. He takes a deep breath, puts his shrinking cock back inside his underwear and goes to the sink to wash his hands. He returns with a damp paper towel for you to which you shyly accept.

“I hope this was okay. Not so bad, right?” Sehun asks while sitting back down on the sofa.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Let’s forget this happened and go back to normal,” you confess.

“Yes, let’s pretend we were having a dream. Especially the one you were having when I came out to hear you moaning and writhing in your sleep.”

“Exactly. Just a dream,” you say and finally move to get up off the couch to take a shower.

“What were you dreaming about?” Sehun asks as you disappear down the hall.

“It was a celebrity. Don’t worry,” you answer back.

- - -

After having showered, you’re in your room finding something to wear. You want to listen to some music while doing so, then after, you might tidy your room up a bit. You grab your phone and as soon as you do you see a text from Kyungsoo,

‘Thanks again for last night, it was fun.’

‘Care to hang out again soon?’

Your face is flush and your heart feels as if it might implode. Your fingers shake as you try to type a response. Not sure what to say, you finally decide on a gif of a sitcom character giving the thumbs up.

Kyungsoo barely spoke last night but sending two texts in quick succession was surprising. Not sure what kind of texter you expected him to be, but this wasn’t close. The texts were to the point, no emojis or gifs, so it definitely feels like it’s in the realm of possibility that Kyungsoo did author these texts. You never expected he’d be the one to text you first, or to text you at all. Maybe he had feigned wanting to see the gif and thought this was his way of getting your number. Maybe Kyungsoo wanted to keep it from Sehun by not asking him directly for it. This is what happens to your thoughts when you suddenly have the most handsome and polite man texting you about wanting to hang out. Over analyzing every facet of each second in your life is your forte. You’re comfortable in your own brain but these thoughts can make you anxious and depressed.

Your phone vibrates again with Kyungsoo sending a link to a tiny, hole-in-the-wall eatery. You click and scroll through photos with your stomach grumbling along the way. You type a salivating emoji back to him. He responds with,

’This place is delicious. I know the family who runs it.’

He wasn’t leading or asking you again if you would accept or deny the invitation. Your mind reels with possible replies. Should you go? What would Sehun think if he found out? He was trying to set you and Kyungsoo up before you even met him, so maybe, he would be fine with it. He even told you he noticed you were in a sexual drought. But also this could be nothing or turn into nothing. Maybe Kyungsoo wasn’t interested in a physical relationship with you. Maybe he really just wants to be friends. There your mind goes again with every hypothetical known in the universe.

’Looks great! You’ll have to tell me what you recommend. How’s Friday night?’

It wasn’t long until Kyungsoo replied,

’Perfect. I can pick you up. I know it’s far from your apartment.’

Fuck, I’m going to be getting into a car with him. His car. And how is he so considerate and thoughtful?

’It’s a plan! See you then,’ and you added a smiling face with smiling eyes emoji. The one with the rosy cheeks.

As you turn around to finish dressing you hear a knock on the door. Your giddiness and beaming smile fade and your shoulders sink. You remember what transpired out in the living room with Sehun. You rush to put your clothes on and shout,

”Just a minute! Getting dressed!

You open the door as your arm straightens through the sleeve of your shirt. You really don’t want to make things awkward, remembering what Sehun said. We fucking came together on the couch! How can this not be awkward! You look up at him and ask,

”Hey, yeah, what’s up?” You step sideways making room for him to enter.

”I wanted to apologize for earlier. I was not thinking with my brain. I mean, after I heard you then saw you, that was it,” he says as he takes a seat on your bed.

”I agreed to it. There’s no need to be sorry. Since we’ve acknowledged this, let’s forget it, like you said,” you reply, standing in front of your open door, your hand gripping the handle.

”Okay, but please let’s go back, starting now,” Sehun adds.

”Deal. Forgotten. I’m hungry and I need to get high,” you say while rubbing your stomach.

”Great minds, they say!” Sehun says excitedly.

How in the hell did you weave yourself such an awfully tangled web?

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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With This Ring (3)

(part two HERE, Ao3 link to the fic HERE)

“Why Harrington…you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Steve opened his mouth, then promptly closed it. There wasn't much to say that he could articulate and he didn't feel like screaming that fine evening, well, maybe a little, but Eddie could take offense at that. Don't offend the walking dead guy sounded like a reasonable precaution.

"I don't know, man," he croaked out, mustering a barely visible smile. "You seem too corporeal for a ghost."

Eddie snorted and for a second, Steve could forget what he was dealing with, because Eddie's smile was still mischievous and his laugh, while still a bit rough, sounded genuine. "Shit. True, let me fix that. You look like you've seen a zombie, Harrington."

Shaking his head, Steve attempted to properly sit up and cursed when he put pressure on his ankle. He'd forgotten about the stupid injury for a moment, more focused on the whole Eddie buried in the woods and suddenly walking around and conversing thing, but now the pain came back with vengeance. "That zombie's going to have a free dinner ticket here," he choked out as he inspected his foot. Didn't seem broken, but sprained...sure.

He wiggled around on the ground, trying to find a way to get back on his feet without feeling like something was breaking his foot in half, but failing miserably. And yeah, maybe he should have been a bit more concerned about the literal undead guy standing over him, but Steve was a practical man. Focus on what you can resolve and all that.

Looking up at Eddie who was watching him with a slight amused smirk, he pointed at himself. “Well? Are you going to eat me or what?”

Another snort. “Don’t flatter yourself, Harrington. No matter what my reputation is, I wouldn’t eat just anyone, even if they’re sprawled in front of me like the most pathetic stingray in existence.”

“Stingray?!” Steve spat out.

Eddie nodded and descended into a squat to look Steve in the eye, well, as much as they could see in the growing darkness and through Eddie’s messy mane. “Yup. Flat and flapping around. Very much a stingray. Now, Harrington…even with your limited belief in the supernatural, I assume you do know that raising the dead comes with a cost.”

“I’m so sorry.”

The dark eyes blinked in confusion. “Excuse me, what?”

Steve shuffled closer to Eddie, which might not have been the greatest idea he’d ever had, but now that the adrenaline was slowly fading, the gravity of his situation felt like his stomach was full of cold lead. “I didn’t know,” he blurted out and it sounded more like a sob, something too painful to keep in. “I thought, I hoped that you’d be safe, that you finally got your wish and made it out of this shitty town. I imagined that…that one day I’d hear your music on the radio and I’d know for sure, but even until then, I just…I thought you were safe!”

His breathing was coming out shorter and shorter and wasn’t that just hilarious, getting all choked up in front of a reanimated corpse of his former friend. But running wasn’t an option anyway, and Steve just found it so unfair because Eddie used to be so full of life and promise, so bright and now...

“Hey, Steve. It’s fine, really.” Eddie’s voice was gentler now, more familiar, and that made Steve’s breathing even more shaky. “Shit, you’re…look, you really need to breathe, like, now? Please?”

Steve was inhaling the cool evening air as much as he could, but his lungs wouldn’t cooperate, as if they refused to take what they needed. “…am…trying!” he wheezed out, but his lips were heavy and getting more difficult to move each second.

He had never fainted twice in the same day. So maybe he’d experience something new. Apart from meeting a living corpse, of course.

The said corpse was panicking, it seemed. His cold, dirt-covered hands were shaking Steve’s shoulders now. “Shit, look, Steve, I swear it’s not that lonely, I don’t need the company so just…inhale, exhale, all that good stuff, yeah? Don’t…just don’t suffocate. This grave ain’t big enough for the two of us and…hey, Steve?! Steve!”

But Steve didn’t hear him anymore. With a whooshing in his ears that sounded very much like a descending murder of crows, Steve’s world disappeared into darkness.

When he came to, he was sitting in an eerily lit bar, well, more like half-laying on the floor. Someone had been kind enough to stuff an old pillow – mostly eaten through, but still comfortable - under his head. What a fucked-up dream that was. Whatever it was that he’d drunk, it was way stronger than his usual choices. I’m never drinking again.

And then he saw a familiar figure crouched on the ground, talking to…someone? He couldn’t really see, he was still dizzy, but he tried to clear his head and listen.

“…a magnificent idea, Eddie. He gets all freaked out because you’re dead and what do you do to help him? You bring him here. To the land of the dead.”

The voice was annoyed and something felt off about it, but he seemed reasonable enough. Whatever the invisible man was talking about, it sounded right. Except the whole land of the dead thing. And…

And Eddie being dead.

Steve shot up from the ground and regretted it immediately. His ankle exploded with pain and he had to grasp the edges of the bar to keep himself upright.

“Hey, young man, careful! That looks like a nasty sprain!” someone said. Steve was so relieved to hear another human being, he turned towards the voice and-

“…Bob?”

Bob Newby smiled at him, kind and lopsided as always. Except his t-shirt was black with crusted blood, and he was pale, almost blue. “Hi, Steve. Long time no see.” Snapping his fingers – oh god, his left hand was mostly bone, he reached for a bar stool. “Sit down. You can’t put any weight on that foot, at least not until I find a bandage and compress that. It would be better if you could lie down, but at least for now don’t move too much.”

Steve just stared at him, familiar and foreign at the same time. He´d known Bob Newby for ages, they weren’t close, but Bob would always recommend the best technology for when Steve had still been brave enough to record his music. “You’ll love this one, Steve, the sound is really much more vibrant,” he’d wink at younger Steve Harrington. “Oh, and I got you a shoe box. An empty one, to carry it home. I know it’s not exactly…well. We all have hobbies we don’t want to share with the world, right? Or at least with some people in it.”

Bob Newby had been dead for two years now. He was mauled by a huge feral dog that attacked young Will Byers and his friends near the junkyard. Bob died a hero – with strength no one knew he possessed, he fought off the aggressive animal long enough for the kids to escape and lock themselves inside an old bus. They saw things they never should have seen, but at least they were alive.

Steve didn’t want to think about that day, about how he decided to go on a long walk to clear his head after the breakup with Nancy. About how he came across Bob’s body and six terrified voices screaming at him, muffled behind the glass window. About how he heard snarling, how he grabbed the closest thing next to him – a metal rod, rusted but still firm – and smashed the dog’s face in.

He didn’t want to think about the look on Bob’s bloodied face, pained but also triumphant.

Bob was unfazed by his silence. He had procured a bandage from somewhere and started wrapping Steve’s ankle with practiced ease. “I hear you avenged me and saved the kids,” he smiled. “I believe thanks are in order.”

Steve huffed in bitter laughter. “I don’t know about that. If I hadn’t spent half an hour moping about my ex-girlfriend, things would have been different.”

There it was, that kind smile again. “Sure would be. Maybe I’d still be alive. Or maybe it would have also got you. Then Will and the other children. Ifs don’t help anyone, Steve, so how about you accept the praise where it’s due? You can’t save everyone.”

It should have been comforting, but the words felt like a punch in the gut. “It feels like I can’t save anyone,” he admitted, more to himself than to Bob. “You from that beast, Nancy from her own family and from myself, Eddie…”

Eddie.

Bob playfully slapped his calf when he twitched, attempting to stand up. “Patience, Steve. You don’t want to join us here yet, I hope? So let me finish treating your ankle, then you can hop off. But to calm you down...Eddie? Your breathing friend is up.”

Steve didn’t dare to turn around, but the panicked shuffling and muffled “oh shit. Shitshitshit. Shit shit” gave him a good idea of Eddie’s mental state, and he had to admit, it felt good to be the calm one for once.

He more felt than saw Eddie saunter towards the old bar, leaning against it behind Bob with a feigned nonchalance. Steve knew that posture all too well, from all the times Eddie was a bundle of nerves but putting on a brave front. “Howdy,” he saluted Steve. He’d tried to clean up a little – rubbing his eyes until he created muddy panda circles around them, removing some smaller roots from his hair and dusting off his vest. It was equally endearing and hilarious.

Steve opened his mouth to speak, but someone else made it before him.

“Smooth.”

The bored voice came from behind Steve. Or more precisely...from behind the bar?

Eddie snorted and tapped the wooden surface. “If you want to talk, have some manners and get up here.”

“Easy to say for you, these bones are old. Hey Benny, help me up?”

Benny – god, another name that rang in Steve’s head with painful familiarity – turned around and shot an amused look towards the ground. “One day I’ll make you your own tiny staircase,” he grumbled and reached down, lifting up…

…a cat.

No, not any cat. It was black, with greying fur around its muzzle, mostly black except for a greyish triangle near its tail. Steve knew this cat well – he scratched it, no, him, for hours when visiting Mrs. Henderson and her son, Dustin.

Dart turned his head to the side and nodded. “Hi.”

Steve raised his hand and slowly waved. “…hi.” He half-expected someone to say something because…the cat talked. He was pretty sure cats weren’t supposed to do that. “Uh…”

The cat rolled his eyes, if that was even possible. “Yeah, cats talk and the dead have their own bar, keep up. You also fainted when Eddie performed that wonderfully dramatic number for you.” He shot a nasty look at the dead man.

Eddie couldn’t blush, no blood and all, but he had the decency to look ashamed. “Sorry,” he whispered towards Steve’s injured ankle.

“You should be,” said Dart and Eddie grew an inch shorter under his critical gaze. “You had it all planned out, you had the perfect opportunity and what do you do? You go all zombie-like on him. If I were Steve, I wouldn’t even want to hear your proposal.”

“Proposal?” Steve blinked in confusion between Dart and Eddie. “I’m pretty sure it was me who accidentally proposed? I guess…yeah, Eddie still has the ring, so why should he have to propose?”

Bob finally finished wrapping Steve’s ankle in bandages, and rose to his feet. “You’re engaged? Congratulations!”

Eddie fiddled with the ring on his finger. “Uh, yeah. So that part? Totally unplanned. Actually, also illegal for us to get married. Twice illegal. Man and man, dead and not dead. So…I’m actually keeping the ring for bargaining purposes.”

Dart stabbed him with another deadly stare. “You. Could. Have. Just. ASKED.”

“Doing that now.” For someone who always claimed to be as direct as humanly possible, Eddie was stalling, wringing his hands and staring anywhere else but Steve. “So…uh. Harrington. Not that you especially liked me when I was alive and I guess I didn’t become more charming by dying. But still. You brought me back, you’re just a little bit responsible for disturbing my resting place. And I will forgive you for that and calmly crawl back into the ground…for a price.”

“A price?” Maybe Steve was as obtuse as they said, but what good would money do in the world of dead?

Eddie nodded, still hypnotizing Steve’s gradually swelling ankle. “Yep. Price. Not…monetary, no. But I need your help with something. So, a small service from you and I will go back where I belong. And you get this back.” Wiggling his finger, the ring caught light from the dim bar lightbulbs. “So, do we have a deal?”

Steve nodded almost instantly. “Sure.”

“And before you say no, you should kn- wait, what?” Eddie’s eyes snapped back to Steve’s face. “Uh. Sorry, there might still be some dirt in my ears.”

Dart laid his paw onto Eddie’s shoulder and slowly extended his claws. “Take the yes and shut up, Eddie.”

The dark eyes narrowed at the claws. “You know I don’t feel pain.”

“So you won’t mind me meowling on your grave every single night for the rest of your undead existence?”

Eddie flinched. “You monster.”

But Dart just rolled his eyes and returned back to Steve, gesturing at him to provide ear scratches. Flabbergasted, Steve obliged.

“So, Steve,” started Dart and turned his head towards Steve’s hand, “the thing is…to the left, yes, thank you…this isn’t the proper afterlife, as you might have guessed. This place would be way too crowded. So everyone here waits for something. Has something tying them to the mortal world.”

Did Steve imagine it or was Eddie slowly shrinking under Dart’s critical gaze?

“Some just wait for their loved ones to reunite. Some just need to process their anger or grief before they go. And some, Edward Theodore Munson, are utterly, hopelessly and stupidly stubborn!” he growled.

Yep, Eddie was definitely shrinking.

“See, some of our residents just have grandiose plans and they decide that they’re not going anywhere before they fulfill them. And no, they don’t let anyone local help them. Because it needs to be perrrfect.” Another growl, another twitch in Eddie’s eyebrow. “So here we are, facing a dilemma. Either Eddie stays here forever and drives everyone crazy with his bitching and moaning, or you step in, save the day and save his soul and everyone’s who has to deal with his constant complaints.”

Steve didn’t dare to stop the movement of his fingers, not until asked. “I already agreed,” he reminded both of them. “What do I have to do?”

Dart blinked at Eddie. “Cat got your tongue? Wasn’t me, I swear.”

The dead man snorted. “Right. So, you might remember…I used to play. The piano, I mean. And the guitar and more, but this is about the piano. And I also put together some music of my own.”

Steve’s heart clenched painfully at the memory. “As if I could ever forget.” As if I could forget the days when I felt like myself for once.

“Yeah, so…I can’t leave before making sure the music outlasts me. I don’t…I used to have this big, big plan. Record what I have and send it to one guy from Indy I knew. He saw potential in me, told me so right before…yeah.”

“But…” Steve’s tongue was heavy all of a sudden, stumbling over his words. “You were brilliant. Why don’t you record it yourself? Or is it about technology and stuff? I can get you that.”

Eddie chuckled with all the bitterness in the world. “Yeah, well. Let’s just say that I tried. I tried and tried and fucking tried, but you know what? It’s just not right.”

“What do you mean? Because I remember you playing and…I don’t think anyone could get it done better than you, Eddie.”

Dart sighed and pawed at Steve’s hand, finally letting him rest. “What he means is that dead bodies aren’t really known for their flexibility and dexterity, Steve,” he clarified. “Eddie has been practicing for months now, day and night in this bar. Everyone thinks it’s perfect.”

“Everyone but him,” Steve guessed and Dart gave him an understanding look. One more memory, Eddie playing in the music room in their school until his fingers hurt, wanting to try just one more time, just that one section that isn’t right, not yet.

Eddie waved his hand, scoffing. “Oh give me a break. If I’m to follow the light, go to the other side or whatever you want to call it, I want it to be worth it. I’ve been making compromises my whole life, but not here, not fucking now. So here’s the deal, Stevie-boy. We go upstairs – your world, that is – and you’ll practice my music like your life-“

“Or marriage,” added Dart mischievously, eyeing the ring on Eddie’s finger.

“Yes, like they depend on it. And then we’ll record it, send it to my contact with Wayne’s contact info, ownership or whatever.” His voice dropped lower at the mention of his uncle’s name. “And then I’ll give you your precious ring back and move on. Being buried and waiting for the worms to come isn’t my idea of a good time anyway. Deal?”

Without thinking, Steve offered Eddie his hand. “Deal.” Then his brow furrowed, a telltale sign there was something nagging in his brain. “Well, maybe one request from me. If someone sees us in the world above. Can you…like, can you pretend that we’re actually engaged for that time? Or at least that you’re a vengeful zombie who’s crazy opposed to the idea of marriage and is willing to curse me or drag me to the underworld if I marry anyone within the next few days?”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “What?”

Chapter 4 here

#steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #steddie au #corpse bride au #with this ring #corpse groom eddie #bob newby #dart #stranger things #steddie big bang 2023

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Finally, I have a fic worth posting for @jacensyndullaweek! (although I do have one thing that I'm gonna end up posting late that I want to share)

Prompt: Culture/Heritage

Rating: G

Read here on AO3!!

1. Sabine

“Are you sure Ezra’s gonna be okay with this?” Jacen frowned at Sabine as they headed into the cockpit of the New Dawn.

“Rule number one of art as a Mandalorian,” Sabine said. “Never ask. Just do. Unless it’s Hera’s room. Then you ask. Besides, the Dawn needs a little brightening up. No ship should be entirely gray.”

The boy wavered for another second, then grinned. “Okay, cool! Where are we starting?”

“That’s more like it.” Sabine paused, turning in a circle. “That wall,” she said, pointing. “You start there, and I’ll start on the other side.”

“What should I paint?” Jacen asked as she passed him the box full of small finger paint cans she’d bought just for this— it was a good place to start for a beginner.

Pulling out her paint guns, Sabine said, “Whatever you want. If you don’t know, start with a feeling. Or something you know. Just don’t hesitate. When you’re doing graffiti, you need to be confident. Got it?”

Jacen nodded, his eight-year-old face screwed up into a serious expression as he pulled out green and blue paint. “I got it.”

“Good. Let’s get started.”

2. Zeb

“Okay,” Hera said, pinching the bridge of her nose. Zeb recognized this expression— she’d worn it about a thousand times while lecturing him and Ezra back in the day. “Run it past me one more time. How in the name of the Force did you break your arm, Jacen?”

Wincing, Zeb said, “It was an accident, I swear.”

“It was!” Jacen agreed earnestly, struggling to push himself upright in the hospital bed and wincing slightly. Hera pressed her lips into a straight line— never a good sign.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning?” Kanan offered from next to Hera. His expression was serene, and he brushed a gentle palm against Hera’s arm, which seemed to calm her a little bit.

“Right,” Zeb said. “So, I was talking to the kid about some of the old sports they had back on Lasan.”

“And there was this one where the greatest warriors would jump from rock spire to rock spire, show off their climbing skills,” Jacen said, his eyes gleaming. “So I asked Uncle Zeb to show me—”

“—and he asked to try it out—”

“—and I fell,” Jacen concluded.

Throwing her hands in the air, Hera said, “And you didn’t even think about the fact that Jacen could get hurt doing that?”

“Well, Lasat cubs usually didn’t,” Zeb offered. “I guess I forgot that humans have more fragile bones. No offense.”

Kanan let out a choking noise that Zeb immediately knew was a snort of laughter, and hastily disguised it as a cough. Hera shot him a sideways glare, but her expression softened a few seconds later as she sighed.

“Thank you for trying to teach Jacen, but you do need to be careful. Next time, maybe start with something a little easier? Or make sure Kanan or Ezra are there to catch him?”

“Absolutely,” Zeb agreed.

As Hera turned to talk to the approaching doctor, Jacen leaned towards Zeb. “Can we try it again when my arm gets better?” he whispered.

“Only if you get better at not falling,” Zeb whispered back. “I don’t want your parents to skin me alive.”

“Deal!”

3. Kanan

“Hey, Dad?”

Kanan lifted his head, pulled out of his meditation trance by his son’s voice. Tracking him to the doorway to his and Hera’s room, he waved for him to come in as he said, “What’s going on, kiddo?”

He heard Jacen move into the room and drop down into a similar posture in front of him. “I’m doing this school project— we’re doing family trees,” he explained. “And I need your help.”

Kanan chuckled. “With this family, I’m not surprised. Where’d you get tripped up? Miss an aunt or uncle?”

“Nah,” Jacen said, his matching grin clear in his voice. “Grandparents, actually. I got Grandpa Cham and Grandma Eleni on Mom’s side, but I don’t really know any on your side.”

Nodding thoughtfully, Kanan said, “Well, you and I are in the same boat there, actually. I never knew my biological parents.”

“Okay— so should I just leave it blank?”

Kanan frowned, stroking his beard. “You could,” he said slowly, turning the question over in his mind. It might have been easier just to leave it that way. But the point of these family trees— he assumed— were that the kids didn’t forget where and who they’d come from. The people who’d shaped their lives before those lives had even really begun. “Let me show you something,” he told Jacen, getting to his feet.

He knew the layout of the room well by this time, and it was a matter of ease to step over to the shelf nearby and pull down one of the holodisks stacked there. Turning it on, he let it rest in his palm and held it out to Jacen. “What do you see?”

“Um, two people— a man and a woman. Looks like they’re posing for a picture,” Jacen said. “The woman has braids, and she’s laughing. The guy’s more serious, but he’s smiling a little. He’s taller and bald, looks like he has darker skin than the woman.” He paused, then said, “They’re both wearing Jedi robes. Are these—”

“The woman is my master, Depa Billaba,” Kanan said, turning off the holodisk. “And the man is her master, Mace Windu. A friend recovered this holo for me a year or two ago. It’s the only thing I have left of them.” Reaching out, he pressed it into Jacen’s hand. “They are as close to family as I ever had.”

Jacen was silent for a moment, and Kanan waited, knowing his son was thinking. “Thanks for showing me, Dad,” he finally said.

“Any time, kiddo.”

4. Ezra

“Why are we going here again?”

Ezra glanced at Jacen, who was bouncing on his heels with impatience. “I thought you said we were going to do Jedi stuff,” the fifteen year old pointed out.

“We are going to,” Ezra said truthfully. “We’re just making a stop first.” Looking both ways, he started across the street, keeping one eye on Jacen as he followed him. The kid had finally outgrown his habit of forgetting to look before he leapt— mostly. At the very least, he looked both ways before he crossed the street now.

He was still willing to throw himself headfirst into situations, though, not unlike both of his parents. That included Jedi training, and Ezra knew that he should be just as excited as Jacen was for this.

And he was, really. He was just also pretty sure Kanan had chosen wrong, and that his old master should be training Jacen himself.

But that wasn’t the point. Right now wasn’t actually about that. Right now was about visiting somewhere he hadn’t been since he’d gotten back from the Unknown Regions, and showing Jacen a new piece of Lothal.

Turning a corner, he spotted the old warehouse. Even just the outside looked different than it had in the years during the war— no guards, and the door was wide open.

He looked at Jacen. “Did your mom and dad ever tell you about this place?” When the boy shook his head, Ezra explained, “During the war, this was where the main black market congregated, particularly around Life Day. I used to come here all the time— mainly when I was by myself, but I came with Kanan and the others a couple times.”

Starting towards the entrance, he continued, “But Lothal doesn’t really need a black market any more— so now it’s just a regular one. One of Lothal’s hidden treasures. I thought you should see it.”

They stopped at the entrance together, and Ezra took in the familiar sights. He recognized some faces— the elderly owner of the stall selling woven blankets, the Gotal who pretended not to notice when he’d stolen a few kebabs every now and then— and noticed others missing.

The war had changed everything, but they were putting it back together, slowly but surely.

He looked at Jacen, who was taking in the place with wide eyes. “So. Lunch, then training?”

“Sounds good,” the boy said with a grin.

5. Hera

“And you’re sure you’re ready for this?” Hera checked as she, Kanan, and Jacen headed towards the small building awaiting them.

Her son gave her a grin. “Mom, we’ve talked about this like twenty times now. I’m seventeen— I’m ready. You got your tattoos way younger than this.”

Wincing at the memory of the needle’s sting, Hera said, “I know. That’s why I’m checking. I don’t want you to do it just because someone said you couldn’t, like I did. It was terrifying—”

“And you were like eight,” Jacen pointed out. “Of course that would be terrifying. But trust me— I want to do this. I already got Dad’s looks, and I want to honor your side, too.”

Kanan, who’d been silent thus far, spoke up. “He’s right, Hera. Besides, he’s almost eighteen. Even if you put your foot down, he’d only be delaying it for a couple months.”

Letting out a sigh, Hera said, “I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

“Nope!” Jacen said cheerfully. “Besides, you let Dad get the tattoos.”

“Your father is a full grown man,” Hera said. “And incredibly stubborn, I might add.”

Kanan let out a snort. “I think we all know who the stubborn one is in this relationship, Captain Hera.”

Grabbing the door handle, Jacen said, “Yeah, I know better than to get involved in this argument. Come on— Ivri’s already inside!”

Hera followed his nod to where Jacen’s friend, the half-Mirialan boy with a perpetual smile, was waiting for them next to the Twi’leki tattoo artist. “Alright,” she said reluctantly.

“Go ahead, Jacen,” Kanan told him, catching hold of Hera's arm. “Your mom and I will catch up with you in a minute. Don’t choose anything obscene or too embarrassing while we’re gone, okay?”

Grinning, Jacen said, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

As he ducked inside, the door swinging shut behind him, Kanan lifted an eyebrow at Hera. “What are the odds of him listening to that?”

“Well he has your genes, so about fifty-fifty.”

“Harsh.” Kanan paused, then said, “You okay about this?”

Unable to hold back a wry smile, Hera said, “You know me well, love. But… yeah, I am. Mostly. It’s just…” she looked through the window where Jacen and his friend were chatting with the Twi’lek. “Our little boy is growing up,” she said with a sigh. “It’s strange.”

“You’re telling me,” Kanan said with a sigh. “At least he’s less likely to shoot himself into the Unknown Regions than the last one is.”

Hera snorted with amusement. “He’d better be, or we’ll be having words.”

“I believe it.” Offering her his arm, Kanan said, “Shall we?”

Taking a deep breath, Hera looped her arm around his. “Okay. Let’s do this.” She let him lead her into the tattoo parlor, trying not to think about just how much her son was growing up.

We’re proud of him, though, she thought with a twinge. And he’s still our son.

+1. Trill

(set a few weeks before the last chapter of Disproving The Love At First Sight Theory)

Jacen sensed it as soon as Trill woke up. Generally speaking, he wasn’t terribly skilled at sensing living beings— not the way his dad or sister were, and definitely not the way Ezra was. His master was one with the living Force in a way Jacen never had been.

But this didn’t seem to be true for Trill, for whatever reason. Jacen could always sense it when she woke up, and could track her pretty easily throughout the ship. It was like he was attuned to her, more than he was to anyone else.

Sometimes he wondered why that was, but since he was currently living in close quarters with not only her, but also the galaxy’s nosiest Kalleran, he decided not to spend too much time on it.

It was about ten minutes after she woke up that she made her way into the New Dawn’s kitchen. Stifling a yawn, she said, “Morning— what’s that smell?”

“Good morning,” Jacen said cheerfully. “Remember that mysterious package I… picked up on Cantonica yesterday?”

Trill arched an eyebrow at him. “You mean the one that you stole from the hotel and smuggled out under your poncho?”

“That’s the one,” Jacen said. “But the people there are corrupt and tried to kill us like four times, so it doesn’t count. Anyways— behold! Our new waffle maker!”

He flourished a hand at the maker, which stood on the counter, emanating the delicious smell of cooking waffles. Trill frowned at it, then directed the expression at Jacen. “You stole a waffle maker?”

“You’re focusing on the wrong thing here,” Jacen told her. “Remember, they tried to kill us. But also, yeah. Now we can have waffles for breakfast!”

Settling at the table, Trill swept her loose hair out of her eyes, and Jacen tried to pretend like his gaze hadn’t followed the movement, and lingered for just a moment. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s so important about waffles?”

The iron beeped, and Jacen turned towards it. Rolling up his sleeves, he flipped it open and started to remove the waffle with a fork, responding to Trill’s question as he did.

“It’s a family tradition. My dad makes the best waffles in the galaxy— Uncle Zeb makes the second best, tied with me. We always used to eat them whenever my mom would get back from a dangerous mission, or before Ezra and I would leave, or any special occasion like that.” Maneuvering the waffle onto a plate, he slid it towards Trill. “And I guess… I wanted to share that with you. If you’re interested.”

She looked surprised, in that way she always did whenever Jacen said something like this. It was the kind of surprise that made him think maybe, just maybe… she’d stick around.

For a minute, Trill held his gaze, then offered him a smile. “I— I am. Thank you.”

Don’t read into it, Jacen ordered himself, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at her smile. Aloud, he said, “Good. Cause I have a feeling Kasmir’s gonna be here soon, and he’ll be hungry. So you’d better get started on that waffle.”

“Will do,” Trill said, hopping up to grab a fork. Turning back to his work, Jacen felt himself grinning. Starting out a day with waffles and Trill? It really couldn’t get much better than that.

#jacen syndulla week #jacen syndulla week 2023 #jacen syndulla #sabine wren #garazeb orrelios #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #hera syndulla #trill gedyc #jacen syndulla x oc #star wars rebels #swr #janus kasmir #star wars rebels fan fic #swr fan fic #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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wally darling x reader modern au series

PART 2

authors note: sorry for the sudden 3 week hiatus, I’ve been pretty much taking breaks for myself and after graduating high school I’ve been pretty busy applying for my job for my leap year so around next month I won’t be posting as much.

wally darling belongs to @/partycoffin!

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🌀 Salutations Neighbor pt. 2 🌀

A decision was made as you looked down at him. He had that goofy smile and a stare that either made you uneasy or irritated, "why do you like staring?", you stared back, not breaking eye contact at all. "I just stare. So you know who you're talking to", Wally smiled as you sighed deeply.

You got up and went to get ready for the day, just brushed your teeth and washed your face using cold water. Once done you got out of the bathroom and saw Wally struggling to get down the bed, you laughed at yourself about it. "Need help?", Wally nodded as you came up and helped the puppet down, "Thank you neighbor", he started following you.

Wally tugged at your pjs and looked up at you like a cat needing some food, “yes what is it Wally?”, he smiled, “neighbor why do some humans get up early and some get up later?”, your first initial thought about that question would tell him that’s a dumb question but he’s a puppet for crying out loud. “mmm depends Wally, sometimes these humans have work during the morning or the day”, it was more logical because it’s an ambiguous answer and that made Wally satisfied with that answer.

Arriving at the kitchen, you started to cook some eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Wally stood there menacingly as he watched you cook, although you didn’t seem to care since it’s so early in the morning to process a puppet here at your own apartment. “Do puppets even eat?”, you asked in curiosity as Wally put his hand on his chin, “no puppets do not eat at all…”, you nodded and put your cooked breakfast on the plate and cut the stove off as you grabbed your plate of breakfast and went to the smart tv to cut on some YouTube.

Wally who sat next to you tilted his head and did his iconic half lidded expression again, “neighbor what is you tube? Does that mean you in a tube? Or a tube full of you’s?”, that question was so ridiculous and funny that you almost choked on your piece of bacon. “No Wally, YouTube is hmm how can I say this in simpler terms…it’s a platform to watch other people and they do many things”, you took a bite of your pancake as he wondered, “what’s a platform? All I know of the platform is something you can balance from, that’s what Barnaby told me…”, oh boy you have a lot to teach this puppet the way the world works now.

Luckily it’s a Saturday morning and not a work day of course, your mind still half asleep and awake, you didn’t like to ask any questions until later in the afternoon so you shifted the topic making the puppet to not ponder anymore. “So Wally what is your world like? Of course you like to notice a few key things that are different around my apartment and your world”, that is when the puppet yapped away about everything.

He was pretty straightforward but in a way that you can take offense from but he didn’t mean to offend you. He’s just unaware of sensing people’s emotions or feelings and you just need to tell him that. But oh well you can tell him later.

“Well neighbor, a lot to point out of course is that your apartment is not as alive as home.”

“Oh yeah? Can you explain a bit more?”, you sipped your coffee and leaned back on your couch a bit while watching the news now on your smart TV.

“Well home, speak to me, by creaks like doors, windows closing, your apartment or so called home is not as alive. You humans have odd colors, our world is much colorful and bright, it isn’t the same color over and over again, filled with yellows, blues, and reds—oh! and the grass is much greener and brighter”.

(Y/n), thought to themselves, if he was a real person he would’ve been sent to the mental ward for being delusional and crazy, but he’s a puppet for christ sakes. It was quite a lot to take in as (she/he/they) sipped their coffee.

“Well Wally, that is a great observation, now do you have any experience of our world?”, the puppet tilted its head back and put his finger onto his lip and opened it a bit, he was indeed the definition of a silly man, it made (y/n) laugh a bit.

“That’s alright Wally, since you’re here with me, i guess I can teach you our world now.”, Wally let out a smile and his half lidded expression, “that’s very neighborly of you darling."

you have reached the end of chapter 2! Thank you so much for those who waited for me patiently and I promise you there will be more to come ^^ !! Take a nice concept art of course.

REVISED ON 7/25/23

#welcome home puppet show #welcome home arg #fanfiction #welcome home fandom #wally darling #julie welcome home #barnaby welcome home #wally darling fanfic #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x reader fluff

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Bite to Bruise - 35

This work is mine and I do not give consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted without my permission. I am sharing chapters as I work on this story but it is copyrighted material that I plan to rework and publish when completed.

story tags: modern-fantasy mashup, werewolves, witches, monsters, romance, learning to trust, hurt/comfort, blood, violence, explicit sex, explicit language

The earlier parts can be found under the tag or over on patreon. <3

BITE TO BRUISE - CHAPTER 35.

Ever stared at his brother, once the baby and in some ways always the baby to him.

Sunny swallowed around the mouthful of fabric and blood, and then swallowed it down whole. A bubble of blood escaped the corner of his wide mouth and a tongue, too long to be human, snaked out to lick his chops clean before grinning with too many teeth.

Florian gasped offense and the shades rustled like crisp leaves all around them, but the fenrir weren’t looking—the fenrir did not care about the little blood creatures. They were watching Sunny.

His smile faltered and his brow creased, nose wrinkling like the scent was about to make him sneeze. Ever reached for him, still surprised he’d eaten the blood of a midnight. Sunny looked back at him and he half expected his little brother to shrug. Instead, his eyes widened and his body bent forward, mouth opening wide. Ever caught his outstretched arm, holding him up when he swayed. One hand went to his throat as he shook, getting no air.

Was he choking?

The fenrir pressed closer. Ever sank with him to his knees in the snow, grabbing at his brother’s face. For a moment he thought Sunny’s eyes were bloodshot from the sudden strain, before realizing the red was too dark and growing darker. Black swelled in his eyes, filling all the whites until there was nothing but darkness surrounding golden yellow rings.

He still wasn’t breathing.

“Sunny!” Ever shouted, as if he could command him to inhale.

The other man shook, mouth still gaping, and there, in his throat, squirmed the tendrils of a god’s blood—as though even this disconnected part of that deathless creature fought being consumed. The tendrils reached, cutting itself on his teeth, fighting his tongue. And Ever realized Sunny was still trying to force it down.

There was no going back.

“Fuck,” Ever ground his teeth and then grabbed his brother’s face and snapped his mouth shut, pulling to make him look him in the eyes. “Swallow that fucking monster, Sunshine. You’re a fenrir. Nothing escapes your teeth once you bite down. Eat that god.”

Sunny stared back at him, still unbreathing, still struggling, but a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. He lurched just enough to bump his skull against Ever’s before he shifted. The shadows of his fenrir burst around him, crackling like lightning in the air, that deep red swirling against his black. He snapped his teeth, once and then twice, snarling and chewing until the piece of a midnight finally went down. His form still snapped and crackled at the edges, like static now, the thread of red slithering deep inside the black where it seemed to be held tightly by the rest of him.

The wolf licked his maw and cocked his head, scenting the air and turning toward the woods. Another breath and he looked at Ever.

Ever knew immediately that there was no midnight in that forest.

Florian took a shaking step closer, one hand clutching at the fabric of her dress over her heart. “Well?”

The desperation rattling her voice was as dangerous as it was useful.

Ever nodded and Sunny turned and ran faster than any of them, crossing the valley and disappearing into the shadows of the trees. “If it can be done, he’ll flush them out,” Ever lied, the shade too full of hope to hear it.

Florian turned toward the woods, taking steps closer as she waited for her midnight to return—to walk out of the trees and see the length her creation had gone to just to find her. Odinette would want the dogs killed for this indignity and Florian would do it. Florian would do anything to see her midnight again.

The sky turned pink and orange as the day fell, all of them waiting breathlessly for the return of a god.

Distantly she heard engines and doors slamming.

She felt Primrose turning his attention elsewhere but was loath to take her own off the woods. She wanted to see the moment Odinette stepped out. Would she be dragging the dead fenrir with her?

The pack in the valley with them stirred, lips curling to bare teeth and low snarls, but it wasn’t directed at the trees.

“We made a deal, Prim,” Baron shouted, a smile riding his anger. “Less than twenty-four hours and already you’re betraying me?”

Primrose turned to face the newcomers. “Our deal was to be enemies, Kish,” he reminded with that silver tongue of his.

The trees swayed and snapped deep in the woods, moving closer.

Baron had come with those two lieutenants of his and at least a dozen more of his court. His attention on the perceived betrayal was lost as soon as he spotted Bellamy. The breath coming out of him in some mock performance of a parent discovering their lost child. Florian only distantly registered all of it, taking another step toward the trees.

More branches broke and the ground shuddered.

The wolf that had gone in was barking at something, his snaps and growls echoing out of the quiet.

Snow fell in wet clumps from bushes and branches as strange small creatures fled the woods, darting first into the light and then to the sides, looking for cover.

Florian took another step closer, nails ripping through her dress and digging mindlessly into her chest.

Odinette.

Odinette was coming back to her.

Tears blurred her eyes but she wouldn’t look away—wouldn’t miss the moment of this miracle.

A tree broke and fell, taking two saplings down under its weight.

The shudder of the ground became footfalls, lopping and uneven.

The fenrir burst from the edge of trees, fresh blood dripping off its face and air heaving from its lungs in a trail of clouds.

Her heart dropped.

Something old was coming on the dog’s heels. A god. But not her god. No. She shook her head to no one. She couldn’t believe that. It had to be Odinette. She needed it to be her maker. She needed her to come home.

Giant hands pushed out of the deep shadows and grabbed at the trees, pulling them to the sides like curtains, ripping up the ground and making room for the body that followed.

A head the size of a house, shaped like a horse but crowned in birch antlers pushed out of the forest. The world seemed to resist, this thing no longer belonging in the reality outside those trees. Gray skin thinned to expose birch bone when it opened large jaws and howled rage. Its call was high and wailing, like an elk, but loud enough to reach across the land.

Tears rolled off Florian’s unblinking eyes.

She had forgotten the dog until the monster swiped at the valley—at the fenrir. It only barely missed, catching and scooping a fistful of ice and earth and tossing it to the side like it was nothing but sand.

The fenrir didn’t lose pace, heading straight for her. He shifted between steps when he was near, from dog to man, breath still coming fast and eyes stained black from that midnight blood—blood he had no right to know the taste of. He grinned, staring at her with those golden yellow rings in his eyes even as the monster barreled toward his back. Fearless.

“What have you done?” Blackwell exhaled in devastation.

Sunny spat some of her midnight’s blood on the mud at her feet. “I brought you a god.”

It was almost on them, reaching for Sunny. He didn’t even look back, just shifted into shadow and tooth and jumped aside, like he could outrun this death all day.

The hand struck Florian, wrapping around her with fingers as long as she was tall.

It lifted her off the ground, squeezing and howling again at the fenrir that had evaded it. She looked at the forest and the broken trees there, still waiting for her midnight to step out—to return—to save her. But she knew suddenly and horribly that it was just a fantasy, because of all the many things her Odinette had done, her midnight had never saved her before.

The bleat of the monster in the woods had frozen everyone in the valley, effectively pausing all conversations and rising tensions as every eye turned to watch the ancient creature birth itself violently for the trees and rush toward them.

That stillness broke when the antlered god picked up Florian Blackwell, shook her in a fit of anger, and then ate her.

One of the wolves let loose a howl that sounded like triumph to Bellamy’s ear and then they burst into movement. She had expected them to attack the monster and drive it back, like that had so often with the old things that tried to come out of that wood, but it was Florian’s shades that rushed the beast. Their movements were fast and jerky with an almost frantic panic—like they were frightened even as they swarmed only it seemed their fear of losing their maker was more than their fear of the creature. They clawed and bit and climbed the ancient thing like ants all making their way for its neck. Two even grabbed at the jaw when they reached it, trying to pull it open like she might still be behind the creature’s teeth. If she was, they soon joined her when it used one hand to shovel them in.

The wolves surged forward, ignoring the monster and the Court of Fleur and charging Baron’s shades. They took them by surprise, grabbing at the shade with teeth and shaking like they planned to pull them apart and test the immortality of each one.

For a horrible second, Bellamy couldn’t settle her gaze on any one thing. There was too much happening—too much danger. Her hands twitched, on the verge of calling a portal and taking herself as far from this scene as possible.

And then Ever’s arm curled around her from behind, squeezing her gently and pushing his face against the side of hers, his breath against her ear. She stilled, calmed in the midst of everything, his heartbeat a drum against her back. “Run. Go anywhere you need to go. I will find you,” he promised.

He let her go and moved around her, shifting and lunging into the fight, cutting a line straight for Baron.

The monster thrashed, ripping up ground and hurling bodies off of itself only to have them replaced by more while the fenrir and Baron’s shades ripped each other apart at its feet.

She knew Ever’s plan must be to bury all their enemies here today, but even the ancient beast was beginning to wail in pain as it struggled against things that would not stay dead.

Bellamy realized Primrose was the only one that had not moved. Like her, he seemed frozen, watching the monster that had eaten his king. He sighed with the weight of lifetimes of pain and then tore his gaze from it to look back at her.

“It was a wolf,” he said.

She stared at him, not understanding.

“That old you, the one Kish is still punishing. That you fell in love with a wolf and tried to leave him. He killed the whole pack, the way he will kill this one. It started one of the great wars between shades and fenrir. That is why they still remember that witches bring them death. They never knew the whole story, but they knew that much, and they remembered it. You brought them death, and the fenrir passed down the warning.”

Bellamy couldn’t find the words to reply.

She was the reason wolves and witches couldn’t coexist? She had personally brought them death?

She looked at the fight again, the snow melting with blood and soaking into the wet ground.

Having upheld his end of the deal, Primrose walked away.

The wolves tore at the shades, but the shades did not fall the way the ones Blackwell had sent to capture her had. Baron’s shades healed quickly, moving fast and dodging half the bites aimed their way. The pack might still win this fight, but would it be the first of many? And how many would die?

For a split second her heart squeezed at the realization that it was all true. She was a bad omen. She had brought them ruin. She had stained her home in blood.

Her home.

She looked toward the woods past the battle and thought of her little cottage there—her place of peace and safety.

“Willhelm!” Baron shouted and she felt his attention on her again.

She shivered, feeling small and weak, tears rising to her eyes and her breath coming fast. He was going to eat her. Again.

She curled her fist, the one missing a finger, and pressed it against her hip.

Her other hand rolled at the wrist and the ground rolled like a wave, tossing shades and wolves and even that great beast off balance, tumbling them to the sides as she ran for the trees.

She could have portalled. She could have vanished. She could have gone anywhere in the world.

But Bellamy ran through the half-melted snow, boots sinking in slush and ice, until the muscles in her thighs burned and her lungs ached. She continued to roll the ground behind her, trying to create the feel of an aftershock, of the weight of the beast shuddering the ground, to hide the way she rolled the fenrir away from Baron—the way she kept Ever from reaching him before he escaped the fight to chase her into the trees.

She was going home and this time, Baron was on her heels.

#Bite to Bruise #werewolf romance #werewolf x witch #romance #modern fantasy world #own world #own work #<3 #dominimoonbeam #clover down

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babybatscreationsv2 · 2 years

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Upskirt ch6

Marvel | Starker

Someone has been taking pictures up Peter's skirt when he's not looking and poor Peter has found their blog.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warnings and tags below

Warnings and tags: femboy!Peter, public sex, teacher/student, romnoncon, spanking, threesome, thigh fucking, face fucking

The weekend dragged on for much too long. Peter did his best to use his free time to get caught up on homework and studying, but he just kept thinking about his teacher. He checked the blog a million times a day, but there were no new pictures. He half expected there to be one of him with Tony's cum on his face. He'd definitely taken one. Peter supposed it would get them both into trouble if someone recognized his face. Covering your student in cum was definitely a firing offense if not a crime.

He was up early Monday morning. He told his aunt he would most likely be late again before running out the door. His heart raced all the way down the street and onto the subway platform. It was the usual morning crowd full of barely awake zombie faces. Everyone sipped coffee or scrolled on their phones. The train pulled up and they squeezed their way on. Peter didn't see Mr. Stark anywhere, but he rarely did. Still he was disappointed. He need it.

The subway began to move along and that's when Peter spotted Mr. Stark standing a few spots ahead. His teacher looked back and met his eye. He shot him a wink that he felt in his groin. He didn't seem interested in pushing his way through to Peter. It was even worse to have seen him and still not get what he wanted, but maybe he could volunteer to stay after to help 'grade homework'.

Peter jumped as someone touched him. A curious hand fondled his ass through his skirt. He stared at the back of his teacher's head across the train. Did he know? Was that why he looked back at him?

When he didn't pull away, that hand grew bolder just as Mr. Stark once had. It slipped under his skirt and calloused knuckles ran over the curve of his ass where it stuck out the bottom of his panties. Peter licked his lips. He wanted him to touch him he needed it. Whoever this person was, they didn't seem to have the same reservations Mr. Stark had started with. They reached between his legs, forcing him to shift his feet apart, and palmed his cock rubbing and squeezing as if he were some sort of toy.

They played with him for a while, getting him fully hard and embarrassingly close, before stopping. Their hands traced his waist up to his chest and found his nipples under his shirt. His mouth dropped open, but he choked back the squeal that almost escaped. They pinched and tugged and it had Peter humping the air and desperate.

Mr. Stark looked back and watched him for a moment with amusement. He'd definitely set this up, whoever it was. Peter swallowed. Mr. Rogers? Mr. Stark had promised to call him after their talk about how fuckable he was. He was so rough and Mr. Stark was so mean and if the two of them didn't give him the nastiest spit roasting possible he would going to simply die.

As the train reached its stop, the hands went away. Peter stood, panting, nipples hard under his shirt and cock aching in his panties. When it came time to move, he was stuck until the person behind him nudged him forward.

He didn't look back. Not until he reached the front of the school. Sure enough, Mr. Stark was walking and talking with Mr. Rogers. They spotted him and Mr. Stark grinned while Mr. Rogers looked hungry. Peter almost wanted to laugh. If Mr. Stark wasn't going to fuck him, Mr. Rogers definitely would. He looked like he wanted to throw him down on the sidewalk and fuck him like a dog.

Now he had two classes that he could barely survive. Mr. Roger's class was early in the morning. The man acted like he didn't know Peter existed, but Peter's nipples were still hard under his shirt from where he'd touched him. Or maybe they'd hardened up when he came into the room. He wasn't sure. He couldn't think straight. Mr. Stark's class wasn't any better. He didn't take in a word being said. He was busy remembering the taste of his cock.

At the end of the day, he ran back to Mr. Stark's room. The room was empty. Peter stood beside, Mr. Stark's desk. It was just the same old desk that had always been there, but now looking at it just made him horny.

The classroom door closed. Peter jumped, quickly turning around. Mr. Rogers stood by the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

"How long have you been letting strangers molest you in public?" he asked. He didn't hide the disgust his voice. As if he wasn't the one who had done the 'molesting'. Peter's face burned. He didn't know how to answer that, but it sure seemed like the man expected an answer.

"I uh..."

His eyebrows raised. His arms dropped. He marched across the room with heavy steps backing Peter into the desk. His hand gripped his chin. "You are a little slut aren't you? I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. Thought you were sweet, but you're not are you?"

Peter whimpered. He seemed so angry. Like Peter's lack of morals was a personal affront. He wanted to argue that the teacher was really no better, but he couldn't find his voice. Mr. Roger's grabbed his wrist and Peter flinched. He brought it to his crotch and pressed Peter's palm against his erection.

"That's what you do to the grown men who see you bouncing around like somebody's toy. You've got us all walking around thinking the most disgusting thoughts about you and you love it don't you?" He let go of Peter's wrist. His knuckles trailed up his thigh and under his skirt. "Well... it's my job to teach you after all."

He let go of Peter's chin to turn him around. He pushed down on his back, bending him over the desk. His arm knocked over Mr. Stark's pens and they rolled across the floor. One hand held the back of his neck. He shivered at the sound of a belt coming undone.

Finally.

He was so ready for it. He was starving. Mr. Rogers grabbed the bottom of his skirt and flipped it up around his waist, but rather than a hand pulling down his panties he felt the cool leather of the man's belt touching his thigh.

Peter jumped as he heard the door click. The hand on his neck kept him from moving.

"Started without me? And I invited you to my party," Mr. Stark said.

"I'm just doing my civic duty and teaching the youth."

"He's a really slow learner. You're gonna need some help making sure the lesson sticks."

"Could use some help making sure the rest of the staff don't come running."

Mr. Stark chuckled. "I have just the thing."

He heard the sound of another belt coming undone. Mr. Rogers manhandled him until he his head could hang off the side of the desk. Mr. Stark walked around, pants hanging open, stroking his cock. Peter licked his lips. The teacher smirked.

"You know what to do don't you?"

Peter opened his mouth as he came close. He moaned as his teacher's cock filled up his mouth. And screamed when Mr. Rogers struck his ass with the belt.

"Perfect," Mr. Stark sighed. He pushed himself into Peter's throat. Tears welled in his eyes as he choked. Mr. Stark wiped them away while a grin.

"Never took you for a sadist," Mr. Rogers commented.

"Me? No, I just love teaching my favorite student how to be a more upstanding citizen."

Mr. Rogers scoffed. "Sure, Stark."

"Isn't that what you're doing?"

"Of course." He struck him again with the belt and Peter squealed. Mr. Stark kept his cock in his mouth, though it didn't actually do much to quiet him, while Mr. Rogers spanked him. His ass heated up quickly, stinging more and more and with each strike of the belt until he thought it had to be bleeding, but when his teacher stopped and ran his hands over his ass he didn't feel any broken skin.

Mr. Rogers knelt behind him and pulled down his panties. "Nice and red," he mused. "Have you learned your lesson yet, Peter?"

He tried to say yes, but his mouth was too stuffed. Mr. Stark just laughed. "I think he wants more, Steve."

A hand palmed his sore flesh. "I think so, too." Rough hands spread his ass open. Peter jumped and then moaned as his teacher's tongue swiped over his hole.

"Oh he loved that, listen to him," Mr. Stark said. He slowly fucked his mouth while Mr. Rogers ate him out. It felt so good, that tongue pressing over his hole, running around his rim, running down over his taint and back up. He couldn't do anything but spread his legs asking for more. Mr. Rogers slurped up the mess he'd made with his own spit and Peter shivered at how dirty that was.

He picked up the belt again. Peter whined.

"Press your legs together. I don't think you want your balls in the way." He grabbed Peter's hips and positioned him with his ass a little higher and his cock and balls against the desk where they were safe but uncomfortable.

He screamed again as the belt struck his ass. Neither one of his teachers seemed interested in being gentle with him now. Mr. Stark fucked his face while Mr. Rogers belted him. They had him rocking against the desk, hanging on desperately to the surface. The desk top was too hard, but it made no difference to his cock at this point.

"You're not getting close are you?" Mr. Stark teased. "I think you're enjoying this too much."

Mr. Rogers stopped and sighed. "We're trying to help you here, Peter. How are you ever going to learn like this?" He grabbed his hips and pulled him back from the desk.

"Hey, I was using that," Mr. Stark complained.

"He's not going anywhere. I'm just fixing the problem." He turned Peter around and pushed him onto his back. Mr. Rogers moved him around so easily, like he weighed nothing. He positioned him again with his head hanging so Mr. Stark could use his mouth. He could get so much deeper at this angle and he didn't care when Peter choked and spit ran down his face.

Mr. Rogers grabbed his legs and pulled them straight up in the air. Peter moaned as he felt his cock against his ass.

"I've got dibs on that," Mr. Stark growled.

"Easy. I'm happy with this." His cock squeezed between Peter's thighs, sliding against his cock. He whined desperately with every thrust of his teacher's hips, especially when he dug his fingers into his skin and his hips smacked against his sore ass. It felt so good. One teacher stretching out his throat while the other used his thighs.

"Fuck," Mr. Rogers moaned. "Such a filthy little boy."

"Told you so," Mr. Stark laughed.

Mr. Rogers squeezed his thighs tighter together. He fucked him like he should have fucked his hole. Peter held on to the desk top feeling like he might fall off. Then Mr. Roger's groaned and he could feel the wet spurts of his cum all over his cock and the inside of his skirt.

"There," he sighed. "I'll let you jack off with my cum." He swatted Peter's sore ass as he took a step back. Peter was quick to wrap a hand around himself. Mr. Stark kept fucking his throat. Every time he gagged it made his cock throb. Drool had run down into his eye, but he loved it.

"That's a good whore," Mr. Stark purred. "Make yourself cum while I bruise your throat. You won't be able to speak when I'm done with you, but that's not what your mouth is for anymore is it?"

Peter moaned. He pumped his cock with his fist full of his teacher's cum and in no time he was cumming, too. Mr. Stark pulled out of his mouth and let him catch his breath. Even his breathing was raspy and painful and it just made him want to cum again. He felt so used.

He slid down off the desk. The disgusting mess under his skirt stuck to his skin. "Here, we don't want to waste all of that do we?" Mr. Rogers said. He bent and pulled up Peter's panties.

"I've got one more for you," Mr. Stark said. "Lift the skirt up."

Peter did what he was told. Mr. Stark pulled his panties down enough to aim his cock inside while he stroked himself. He sighed happily as he came, filling up his panties all the more before pulling them back up. Peter felt like he could barely stand. It was too good, his brain felt like mush and his cock was hard again.

"I hope you learned something," Mr. Rogers scolded.

"Yeah, Peter," Mr. Stark said with a grin. "If you keep running around like a slut this is what dirty old men are gonna do to you."

Peter smiled. "Is that a promise?" His voice was raspy and broken.

Mr. Rogers chuckled. "I guess there's no saving a whore after all."

#starker #marvel #romnoncon

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hauntedjohnny · 7 months

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LOVE AND CARE

danny gaines / julie crawford danny gaines & sonny williams

wc: 1.4k synopsis: danny tries to hide a chronic flare-up at sonny's birthday dinner a/n: i hc that feb 14th is sonny's bday so this is hal bday half valentines <3 also totally no projection going on here :)

Danny's bones were waterlogged with fatigue, the setting sun reflecting his waning vigor. Repressing the wails from his joints, he stepped into the quaint diner, dim eyes skimming over the patrons. He said he would be here for Sonny's birthday and, despite being an hour late, he is nothing if not a man of his word. A familiar laughter grappled with the stubborn ringing in his head, directing him toward his friends— Leland throwing fries into Sonny's mouth as the girls commentated and giggled beside them.

Julie was the first to notice him, she always was. Her smile beamed through the drizzly thoughts, making him forget about the ache that plagued his body for just a moment. Catching his approaching figure, Sonny turned towards the mechanic, his greeting interrupted by a fry being flung at his cheek. Before he could reach over to the tray of shared scraps to return the favour, a calloused hand grabbed onto his shoulder.

"Happy birthday, man."

Swallowing a groan, Danny bent down to place a small box in front of the birthday boy. Sonny picked up the box, running his slender fingers over the worn leather. His eyebrows pulled together as he carefully opened his gift. He mentioned seeing it in a thrift shop weeks ago, something he said he would save up for. If you looked closely, there were a few scuffs, but, to Sonny, the imperfections were proof of love— proof that someone cared. Now, he was the one who felt loved; this gift meant Danny cared. Tenderness soared into Sonny's heart, made speechless by the small action.

“Issa watch,” Danny stated with a huff. Vaguely gesturing to the box in Sonny's hand, he studied the boy's face. The glazed look in Sonny's eyes made him nervous— was it too much? The eyes of his friends burnt into his figure as his heartbeat competed with the patter of rain on the window. He revealed the cards he tended to hold close to his chest, and it was making him self-conscious. Concealing his over-powering emotions, he let out a joke, “...so you remember to leave that damn library before midnight.”

Sonny finally looked up at Danny, choking out a watery laugh at his attempt to humour. It was only then he realised there were tears lining Sonny's eyes; the gift touching him deep in his soul. Sonny brought his hand to his chest in faux-offense.

“You’re talking to me about time-keeping?" With a glimmer in his eye, he rallied back. "It took you so long we thought you bit the dust on the way here, old man."

Rolling his eyes, Danny's tongue pushed against his cheek as he tried to suppress his rising smirk. “Alright, alright... Cut me some slack. I needed to fix the newbie's mistake before the boss found out."

"'Sides," The back of his hand gently whacked Sonny's temple in an attempt at annoyance before pointing at the gift. "I get paid for my time, smartass.”

"Knowledge is wealth," Connie nonchalantly commented to herself, drawing the attention of the group. The gift exchange became old news as the group fell into heated debate over money and knowledge, light jabs thrown across the table. Ceasing the opportunity, Sonny wormed his way from the table and turned towards Danny. Wrapping his arm over his shoulder in a hug, cheek to cheek, Sonny spoke low so only Danny could hear him.

"Thanks, man. I appreciate you."

Not the gift. Not the act. You.

Heat danced across Danny's cheeks as he took in Sonny's words, voice full of sincerity. Pulling away, he dragged his hand across his stubble as if it scrubbed the discomfort away. Avoiding eye-contact with the birthday boy, he gave a simple nod and met the eyes of Julie, sparkling with amusement. She loved it when he got like this. His walls melted into softness when he was tired, emotions clear on his face. Few people witnessed this side of him; it warmed her soul to see.

As Sonny rejoined the conversation, Danny made his way to his girl. Arm finding home on the headrest behind her, he greeted her with a short kiss that made her beam. But as he got settled, a low groan fell from his lips, causing concern to overcast Julie's sparkle. She wanted to kick herself for not having seen it the moment he walked in.

"Long day?" Julie murmured, brushing a fallen strand of hair behind his ear before rubbing circles into his jaw with her thumb.

Danny closed his eyes, head falling heavy in her hands. He sat with the question for a moment, working out how to answer without worrying her. With a low hum, a gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Summin like that..."

The cracking in his voice exposed his subdued anguish. He couldn't help but dream they were alone; he'd been thinking about it all day. It was as if they were in bed falling asleep to the music of the rain, a soft thunder blending into the rumble of his stomach that brought him back to the diner. Pressing a kiss to Julie's palm, he opened his eyes to see Julie pushing a burger towards him. It was a sad reminder of what Danny missed, cold and soggy, and yet it was as if she presented a hot homemade meal for him. He ate in silence, Julie's slender fingers knotting into the hair at his nape, coercing appreciative sounds from him.

They didn't stay for much longer. The sky was now dark, telling everyone the day was over, so the group said their goodbyes as the couple got ready to leave. Danny pushed himself up with a sharp inhale, his knees creaking at the sudden movement. Subconsciously, he kneaded the crook in his neck as he toyed in his back pocket for his keys, only to have them stolen from his grasp. Julie twirled them around her finger as a mischievous grin crept over her face, making her way to the diner door. Danny knew what she was trying to do.

"M'fine to drive, sweetie."

He tried to give her a reassuring smile, but it fell into a grimace as he stepped out of the diner. The cool air of the night made him stiff and Julie knew it. Her eyes roamed over him, noticing how he favoured his right leg. Ignoring his plea, she jumped into the driver's seat. There was no way he was driving home.

It was a quiet drive. A gentle rhythm that almost lulled Danny into a slumber. Julie enjoyed seeing him like this— as if the weight had finally lifted from his shoulders. With a gentle shake, she coaxed him from his slumber, hesitant to break his moment of peace. If she could, she would carry him inside like he'd done for her many times before.

Danny made a beeline for his bed, the hills of softness calling for him. After lazily stripping off his shirt and jeans, he collapsed onto the mattress, not even attempting to hide the moan of relief that flooded the room. Julie's footsteps echoed in the hallway as she readied for bed. Once she entered the bedroom, she knelt next to him on the bed, hand hovering over his back.

"You need to tell me when you're hurting," Her whisper held a slither of hurt. "I want to help you."

Danny knew she was right but, in his mind, there was nothing she could do to fix it. She couldn't control the weather. She couldn't control his work load. But to Julie, she could ease the pain and make it easier to live with. He tensed as her hand rubbed soft circles across his back, but soon relaxed as her fingertips pushed deeper into his throbbing muscles. The stress of the day melted away as her warmth seeped into his skin like she possessed magic that could cure any ailment. His furrowed brows smoothed out as sleep crept upon him, a tender kiss placed between his shoulder blades as rumbling snores vibrated through the room. He was loved. He was cared for.

#texas chainsaw massacre #tcm game #danny gaines #julie crawford #sonny williams #just fluff and chronic pain #i honestly dont know what this is but im throwing it at you

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Imagine Roxas eating a take out whilst wearing like 3 day old pjs and looking a whole mess™️ and Axel just realising how in love he is

"It was only because you noticed that it was carry out from the Bistro," Roxas interrupted Axel's recounting. "You weren't struck dumb by my super sexy unwashed self. You just like a good bechamel from Little Chef, even if it is getting cold and starting to congeal. It was all a ploy to steal my dinner."

Axel's eyebrows reached for his hairline and fingers pressed over his heart as he acted offense with a sputter. "First off, I was born dumb and I have made a concentrated effort not to change a thing since. I am carefully cultivated, top shelf stupid and impulsive. You can't just be 'struck' with this quality."

Roxas rolled his eyes at the line obviously borrowed from Demyx, but allowed his boyfriend to continue to his next point.

"Secondly, dinner was quite forgotten by both of us, and you can check the trash if you don't believe my pure intentions." With a pointed look and direction of his words, the redhead enlisted Pence and Olette, the jury of their peers that he'd already been trying to convince of his mastery of romantic gestures, to now also work as part of the defense.

"Both cartons in the can look half full," Olette confirmed.

"See?" Axel challenged Roxas, but recieved merely another wave to continue in return. "Blinded by love, choking on affection, vision of an angel holding my mind captive..."

"They get it." Roxas squirmed under Axel's dramatic rambling paired with Pence's skpetical look. He smoothed his hair down (a fruitless endeavor at the best of times) and sniffed his shirt self-consciously.

"....Fully aware that if I could see piles of snotty tissues on my living room floor and have my only thought be that I can't wait another minute to kiss the man that put them there, that I was, as the kids say, ass over teakettle gone..."

"Do kids say that?"

"Stop interrupting, Roxas!" It was Olette that complained.

"I dropped to my knees, skidded across the floor, and begged for his hand...and all the rest of him to be mine forever," Axel declared.

Olette cooed even though she'd already known at least that much of where the story was headed. Pence, similarly, smirked his way through asking, "And what did you say?" even though it could be assumed that Roxas hadn't called him over and Axel hadn't started storytelling just so they could recount a rejection.

"He didn't actually ask," Roxas corrected. "He told me 'we're going to be husbands' with these big excited puppy eyes."

"And you said 'hell yeah,'" Axel grinned.

"I said hell yeah," Roxas confirmed. He let himself be seen giving Axel a smitten look before he clapped his hands and sat up straighter, turning to business mode. "Now for the real reason you are here," he addressed Pence and Olette. "Help us figure out how to dress this story up a bit before Xion and Sora are the 'first people we tell.'"

#akuroku

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shuttershocky · 1 year

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shutters do you have a surtr-less way of solving DV-EX-8? I feel like I don't have enough operators to handle the boss, dorothy, the unpowered suits, and the creations thing

DV-EX-8 may feel like a bit of a time rush, having to get rid of all the power armor before they're awakened while dealing with the boss' constant pressure, but if you hold a few choke points and learn how to mitigate Awaken's global blast attack, you actually have quite a lot of time to work with.

Since there are actually many different ways to attack the stage depending on your operators, instead of a fully realized layout, I've illustrated chokepoints to hold as well as drawn the boss' path.

Blue arrows are holds to deal with the sleeping Power Armor. Placing an operator with here blocks the blobs from entering the Power Armor units and activating them, allowing you to plink away with Casters as you please.

Red arrows are chokes you hold because these are where the regular enemies actually run through. Thankfully as long as none of the Armor is awakened, the enemies in this stage aren't particularly dangerous.

The purple line shows the boss' path. Since it teleports around, you may be wary of how to set up to kill it, but if you notice, it always stays a reachable distance to where your holds are. As long as you can kill the Power Armor units before you kill its Phase 1 (which activates all sleeping Power Armor on death), you can wear it down nice and easy.

Now to learn to deal with the boss' pressure. Every time Awaken teleports, it charges up a huge blast that hits for 6750 damage, on top of its regular attacks. However, there's two important things to note:

Despite looking like an Arts blast, this move is physical

The 6750 damage gets SHARED equally across all friendly units hit, meaning the more of them out on the field, the less damage gets taken by each unit.

This means that if you don't want your casters instantly deleted from full health, you'll want as many friendly units out on the field as possible (throw Beanstalk Crabs, extra medics, Gravel for good measure), and making sure your ground units (who are already being pummeled by the regular enemies) are quite tanky. Centurions and Defenders are you best friends here, but a certain Caster Class is especially great.

The Phalanx Casters boast high DEF when their shields are up, and happen to have a wide range for when they actually attack. They can pull double duty quite well, helping to tank the boss' special AOE blast while also switching to offense mode and taking down the sleeping Power Armor while the boss recharges. (The boss takes 38 seconds to teleport to a new tile and blast again, so you have a reasonably long window between blasts.

Again, take note that the picture here doesn't include which tiles to place your casters and medics as well as your other melee units, this is going to be very dependent on which units you have (read: depending on which Casters you have raised, who sits where is going to be very different), but this should give you a basic foundation of the overall strategy. Don't let yourself get overwhelmed, you can slow down the pace of this stage with good old Block-3 operators and medics for sustain, then kill the boss when you're ready.

Note - Don't forget you have more Arts options than Casters! Arts Fighters that aren't Surtr, Lords with Arts damage like Lappland and Arene, they're great at dealing with this stage.

#Arknights

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ficbrish · 1 year

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Tiny Scene Tuesday

[29Sep2023]

Today's three little words: Invisible, Gear, Mislead

[Create a short piece (art or fic) that encompasses those 3 words]

Thank you @mallaidhsomo for the prompt!

Any stray Shenkos out there, come join the Big Place Shenko Discord for weekly art/fic prompts! ✨

"The Perfect Moment"

[[TW/CW: Hospitals, medicine, food, illness]]

Kaidan had faced things before that should have made him more nervous than this. He’d survived Eden Prime and fought the Geth. He came through battles with Collectors and Reapers, even getting through that grueling final push in the war for Earth. The only thing he was facing right now was the future. Shepard and that little box in his pocket.

He cleared his throat, gearing himself up to say the most romantic thing he’s ever said in his life, “Uh—Um…”

“You choking?”

“No, I’m not choke—I’m not choking, Shepard.”

“Mmmm. Good.”

But was now really the best time to do it? In a hospital room after the end of the world? Without any stunning views, memorable meals, or notable outfits?

“Are you all right, Kaidan?”

“I’m fine,” he said to her suspicious brow, “Uh, I’m good.”

Her expression leapt from query to concern, “Oh… You didn’t have any of that ‘lamb’ stew, did you? They say the food here is made fresh, but Wrex told me he saw them use canned ground meat from before the attack on Vancouver. So… Hold on, I think Miranda gave me some pills for that.”

“Don’t get up,” he urged as Shepard turned to search the crowded table at her side. She knocked into one bottle of medicine, and four more fell over in a chorus of rattles.

“Whoops.”

“I got it.”

He knelt down to grab the two plastic bottles that dropped to the floor.

He was kneeling. He could stand up and…

Well, at least she’d be surprised. It’s not like she’d be expecting him to pop up with a ring and a question that could change their lives forever. If he wanted to mislead her before the big moment, now was the time to do it.

“Kaidan?”

“Yeah?”

“You okay down there?”

He was still under the table.

Kaidan sighed, “Yeah, just dropped a contact.”

“…You don’t wear contacts?”

“You’re right. I don’t.”

“So… You taking a vacation?”

“No!” He stood up with vexation, more at himself than anything, and placed the bottles back on her table. Three more fell to the floor. He knelt back down with a little more vexation.

This time he just grabbed them and stood up.

“Ah, fuck!”

“Kaidan!”

… And bumped his head on the bottom of the table, knocking over some of the other plastic medicine containers.

“I’m all right.”

Maybe it was a good thing he was still picking bottles off the floor. The more bottles, the more time to think, to decide. But by the time he gathered them all, both of his hands were full.

He stood up with a sigh, “You could open a small pharmacy.”

“Blame Miranda.”

His hands shook as he re-organized her side table.

“You sure you didn’t have any of the stew?”

Kaidan let out a light chuckle, “I’m sure. No offense, but it was grey.”

“Right!”

“I didn’t want to say anything earlier when you and Wrex…”

“You should have!” she insisted, “I must have some residual brain damage on top of everything else, because my taste and smell have been off lately. Or maybe it’s one of the medications… Remind me to ask Miri.”

He sat down on her bed. His hand found hers and he squeezed it.

“Oh, hey there!” Shepard smiled, “That’s better.”

Kaidan moved her hair out of her face and leaned in close to it, “And what about me, Shepard? Can you still smell me?”

She laughed, something between a chortle and a giggle. Shepard made a show of giving his neck a deep sniff, and then fell back into her pillow snorting with hilarity.

“I’m glad you find yourself funny,” he smirked.

When she settled down again, Kaidan was still very close to her face.

“And what about how I taste?” he asked, bringing his hand up to cradle her chin; bringing his mouth closer.

He brushed his bottom lip against the space between hers and waited for Shepard to interlock them.

There was that light moan at the end of her tongue, just like there always was. No matter what they’d lost, they didn’t lose this.

Breaking their kiss shattered his thoughts. The only thing left in the universe was Shepard’s face in front of him.

Kaidan spent his whole life feeling invisible. It was like he was born into the world without being born into the world. Shepard’s murky blue eyes were the first pair that really seemed to pluck him out of his lone dimension and force him into the life that everyone else lived. With Shepard came love, and friendships, and a home.

So really… Every time was the perfect time to offer Shepard his forever.

Nuzzling his forehead against hers, then his nose against hers, Kaidan reached for his pocket.

“Shepard…”

She planted a small kiss on the tip of his nose before asking, “Yeah?”

SLAM!

Jack stormed into the hospital room, bristling with everything short of biotics.

Kaidan stood straight up, guiltily smoothing out his pockets.

Jack sat down aggressively in one of the chairs and hid her head under crossed arms.

“Uh…” Kaidan asked.

“Shepard!”

She blinked with the patience of a commander and the alarm of a friend, “Yes?”

“Kill me now!” Jack whined, with the dramatics of a teenager at the mall.

Kaidan and Shepard looked between each other.

“Jack?” she asked.

“I did the worst thing. It’s the worst thing.”

“What?!”

Jack bit her lip and shouted, “I kissed the cheerleader!”

Yeah, no, the proposal was definitely gonna have to wait.

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#shenko #tiny scene tuesday #mass effect #post trilogy #post reaper war #BrishFics #estrella shepard #kaidan alenko #big place discord #server games

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