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strangersteddierthings · 10 months

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Good People - Final Part

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Final Part

It is not often that Wayne is happy with the monotony of work. Tonight is one of those nights, if only because it allows him to think about where he went wrong speaking to Eddie. He had never meant to imply he thought Eddie was like Al; he'd meant the apple and tree comment to for Richard and Steve. However, he does acknowledge why Eddie drew the conclusion that Wayne might have thought Eddie would follow in Al's footsteps.

Wayne's being a hypocrite, applying the logic to one boy, but not the other. And even though he never, not once, thought that Eddie would become Al, he'll never be able to take that thought from Eddie's mind that he had. He can apologize until he's blue in the face, Eddie might even forgive him, but he's not sure Eddie will ever believe him. Not truly.

And how could Wayne expect him to?

No. That's a shame Wayne will take to the grave.

Next strike to Wayne's conscious; the misjudgment of Steve Harrington, and how it ties into the fact Eddie accused him of not trusting his judgement, and, moreover, Eddie being right. Wayne hadn't trusted in Eddie's trust of Steve.

He should have. It's been years since Eddie came home crying about a boy, but what father doesn't see their kid crying over their first heartbreak and doesn't grow protective? And with Eddie, it's even more terrifying. Getting mixed up with the wrong boy could mean bruised ribs, black eyes, or worse.

In a town like Hawkins, a boy would just have to claim Eddie made a sexual advance and his murder could (would) be justified.

Now add the manhunt and being suspected of murderer to that. Well, Wayne's scared for Eddie's life almost every minute of his day.

But it's no excuse. Or if it is, it's a poor one.

Wayne doesn't know the full story but he does know that Steve was with the group of people on Eddie's side; that he was there with the Henderson kid, the Buckley girl, and Nancy Wheeler, digging Eddie out of the rubble from the earthquake, getting him to the hospital as fast as they could.

Steve Harrington was part of the group that saved Eddie's life, and that should have meant more to begin with. Instead, Wayne's been waiting for a shoe to drop that very well isn't coming.

He's going to fix this.

He'll give Eddie his space to be angry with him, and he'll try again in a few days.

When Wayne gets home, around 6:30am, Eddie's van is gone. He's not surprised. He probably left shortly after Wayne did, not leaving sooner just to avoid him.

There is a note on Wayne's bed when he makes it there. Says he's at Steve, and instead of letting Wayne know when he'll return it just says the words 'be back' followed by a bunch of questions marks. He ends it with 'call if worried' and leaves a phone number that must be for the Harrington residence.

Another hurt Wayne can't blame on anyone but himself.

Wednesday passes. Wayne eats breakfast, goes grocery shopping, pretends to care about his shows before sleeping the afternoon away to prepare for another graveyard. Eddie has not returned when he wakes, and two short hours later, he's off to work.

Eddie's van remains gone.

Returns from work Thursday morning and repeats Wednesday. He replaces grocery shopping with laundry and cleaning out the leftovers for trash day tomorrow morning. Goes to work.

Friday morning he returns home. No Eddie. He waits for it to be a more appropriate time, a little before 10:00am to call the number Eddie left.

It rings, rings, rings, then, a voice he hasn't heard in years. Richard Harrington's voice sounds as cold as it always was as the answering machine recites, "You've reached the Harrington's. We are not available. Leave a message."

"This is Wayne Munson. I just wanted to make sure Eddie's- that's he's alright. Let him know that I called. Checked on him. He doesn't need to call back but I'd appreciate it."

He hangs up the phone, lump in his throat. He misses his boy, and he wants to make his right, but he can't force that. Eddie has to always want to make it okay between them.

He's usually off Fridays, but he asked to pick up a shift. He can't face Linda without having fixed this. He spends the morning and afternoon doing all the small fixes he'd been putting off. Anything to keep him busy. He goes to sleep at his usual time, and wakes up two hours before his shift like normal.

Check's his answering machine but if anyone called while he was asleep, they didn't leave a message. There's still no van when he heads to work.

The plant tells him to leave an hour early. He tries to argue to stay but he's just waved off, told to go get some sleep because he's been looking a little worse for the wear.

He gets back to Forest Hills around 5:40am and finds there is another car parked at his home. Not Eddie's van, but the sleek maroon BMW that belongs to Steve Harrington parked where the van usually is.

When he pulls into his spot, the headlights of his truck light up Steve, sitting on his steps, wrapped in a coat. It can't be more than 50℉ outside right now.

Steve stands as Wayne cuts the engine and climbs from his truck. He gets to the front of his truck and Steve speaks.

"Eddie's okay," Steve says, hands shoving deep into his pockets, "I tried to get him to call you back yesterday but, well, you know Eddie."

Wayne nods, because he does know Eddie. "I appreciate you tellin' me. But you coulda just called."

"I could have."

They look at each other for a moment, and just as Steve opens his mouth, probably to tell Wayne he's going to go, Wayne speaks first, "you wanna come inside and have a cup of coffee to warm up?"

Steve tilts his head slightly to the left before he says, "are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Alright," and then Steve steps away from the stairs so Wayne can climb them and let them into the trailer. Steve follows behind silently but with familiarity. He's spent so much of his time here since spring break- the shame crawls through Wayne again. He'd assumed, once upon a time, that Eddie and Steve spent more time here than at Steve's because why would Steve want the trailer park boy in his big fancy house? Now, though, he wonders if it's because this place felt more like a home, even with Wayne's cold shoulder.

Steve sits at their little kitchen table, a luxury they didn't have before because there was no room in the single wide, one bedroom they'd had before. The new double wide (with three bedrooms) offered them a bit more space for a dining area.

Wayne's still suspicious of the government's offer to replace their destroyed home, but he wasn't foolish enough to deny the offer when it was made to him by Jim Hopper (newly returned from the dead back then).

"How do you take your coffee?" Wayne asks, once the machine finishes filling the carafe.

"Oh, I can fix it-"

"Nonsense," Wayne waves him back to sitting, "just tell me."

"I like it with just enough milk to take the scalding heat out of it," Steve says, and while Wayne's not sure just how much that it, he tries anyway.

He sets a cup in front of Steve before taking a seat across from him. "I really do appreciate that you came to tell me Eddie's okay. I want to give him his space but...."

Steve sips his coffee before shooting his cup a small smile. Wayne must have got the ratio right. Then, he looks to Wayne and the smile drops, a more serious expression taking its place and he says, "Eddie wouldn't really tell me what your fight was about, other than, uh, me and that you... overheard some of what I said last time I was here. I don't, like, want to come between you and Eddie, but I'm not, I'm not going to let you scare me away. So, just tell me what I have to do to get Eddie to believe we're cool, and I'll do it. Anything, except for getting out of Eddie's life. 'Cause I won't."

"I would never ask you to do that," Wayne says. Steve squints at him, a look of suspicion now. Completely warranted, given what Steve has known of Wayne thus far. "I owe you an apology, Steve. For how I've been treatin' you."

Steve's eyes go wide, "Oh. What? Why?"

"You've been nothin' but good to Eddie. For Eddie. And I refused to see that. I made a judgment about you without knowin' anything but your name." Steve let's out a soft 'oh' at that, but Wayne plows on, "And that weren't fair, and it weren't right. I can't undo it, but I want you to know I regret it. I'm sorry."

"Okay," Steve says, after a moment. "I forgive you."

It's Wayne's turn to be surprised. He's a bit speechless. So much so, he takes a page right out of Eddie's book and asks, "are you sure?" which is a question he's never asked after having an apology accepted before, but one Eddie had asked a lot when he first came to live with Wayne, and they were learning to co-exist.

"Yeah. I get it."

He doesn't like that answer. Doesn't like the he contributed to the mind set that gave Steve that answer. "You're allowed to be mad at me for it."

"I think Eddie's mad enough for both of us."

It doesn't feel like closure. It doesn't feel like forgiveness, but Wayne doesn't know what to say. He can't just start sprouting all the bad things he thought about Steve; there's no reason Steve should have to listen to that. But without hearing it, Steve doesn't even know what he's forgiving Wayne for. "I'll be honest with ya, Steve. It feels like you shouldn't."

Steve frowns at him. "Why?"

Why? Why? For all the reasons Eddie yelled at him, and all the things Linda said, and all the agony he's felt these last few days. The guilt and the shame that still eat at him, even as Steve Harrington says he forgives him. "It's too easy."

Those three words have Steve leaning back against the chair. His eyes dance around Wayne's face before taking in the whole of him. Or, what Steve can see of him with from across the table. When Steve meets his eye again, Wayne sees recognition there. "If you can't forgive yourself, I get that. I do. I-I've spent most of my life as one big apology. And I'm not saying that I, like, don't still feel like- what I mean to say, is that, I forgive you. I'm not, like, gonna hold it against you that you were just trying to look out for Eddie, man. Like, two years ago your fears would have been justified, so."

"Don't make it right," Wayne argues, but he doesn't know why.

"No," Steve agrees, "but I'm forgiving you anyway. You think you're the first person to hear the name Steve Harrington and assume you know everything you need to know about me already?"

Steve's words sound like they could be confrontational, but his tone is light. Teasing? Wayne says, "no. Suppose I'm not."

"Every person I love has done that," Steve says, and the ease of which he says that has Wayne feeling some sort of way. Eddie's words echo in his mind 'you made me help him feel that way'. How many other people have made him feel like he's a bad person? "Even- even Eddie. He made a point, during spring break, to, uh, well, he didn't apologize for anything because there was nothing to apologize about, but he made a point to tell me I was very 'metal' and a 'cool dude' so.... I know my name comes with, like, a shadow or a curse or whatever. I think it will for as long as I live in Hawkins, but that's," Steve flaps his hand in the air, as if that fills in for the word he can't find, and it's a move so reminiscent of Eddie. "Anyway, if you aren't actually, like, ready to accept an apology, you shouldn't be making one."

Wayne sits in that for a moment. There's a lot more to Steve Harrington than he'd ever thought. So much he doesn't know, actually, but he thinks he's okay with learning more. This boy told Eddie he was half-way in love with him earlier this week, and while Wayne never heard Eddie say it back, he knew anyway. It's why he was so protective. "You're pretty wise for your age."

Steve grins and shakes his head. "Nah, that last part was all Robin. She says it all the time to me."

"Well, then you best stop apologizing when you ain't ready to accept the forgiveness," Wayne parrots back the words.

Steve throws his head back and laughs.

They finish their coffee with silence and small talk. Steve tells him about how he never thought he'd miss his job at the video store but working at Melvald's is making him long for the days when the biggest complaint was late fees. Apparently, there's so many more things to complain about in retail.

Wayne talks about working at the plant and how the tasks are repetitive and a bit labor intensive, but the graveyard pay is worth it. Steve asks him a few more questions about working at the plant that Wayne's happy to answer and the more Steve asks, the more Wayne becomes aware that Steve might be looking for a change of occupation. He makes a mental note to put in a good word to Floyd, just in case.

Steve leaves with the promise of returning with Eddie, as soon as possible. As he was heading to the door, Wayne asked why he showed up so early.

"Eddie can't stop me if he's not awake," was Steve's answer, a mischievous grin on his face.

Wayne watches from the porch as Steve backs out. Steve shoots him one last little wave with his fingers before heading away.

He goes back inside and washes the dishes. Even dries and puts them away, a feat usually done once a week; he and Eddie have no qualms with using dishes directly from the dish drainer. His only other chore for the day is leaving for work a bit early so he has time to stop at the gas station and fill up the truck.

Grabbing the remote from its spot on the coffee table, Wayne plops onto the couch to spend his day as mindlessly as possible with some TV.

He goes to sleep at his usual time and wakes up at 7:43pm according to his alarm clock; a little over two hours before his shift is to start. It's time for more coffee, he thinks as he dresses for work before heading to the kitchen.

He jerks to a stop when he sees Eddie and Steve sitting on the couch, leaned close and talking softly. He's not about to repeat a past mistake, so he makes his presence known. "Evenin' boys."

Eddie pops up from the couch quick as lightning, taking a few steps towards Wayne before stopping. "I don't like being mad at you."

Wayne nods, "I don't much like you bein' mad at me, either. For what it's worth, I am sorry."

Eddie closes the distance between them, then, and pulls Wayne into a tight hug. Wayne returns it instantly, how can he not? He hears Eddie say, softly, "it's worth an awful lot, you terrible old man."

They part, and Eddie speaks first, "but if you ever pull shit like this again, I won't be so quick to forgive."

"I won't," Wayne says, at the same time Steve says, "he won't."

Both Munsons look at Steve, who grins back at them.

"You think you know my uncle that well already, from one shared cup of coffee?" Eddie asks, sounding amused.

Steve shrugs, "no. I just, uh, plan to stick around, y'know. Kinda hoping there's no dude after me for him to be an angry dad about. I would appreciate it, though, Mr. Munson, if you'd skip the shovel talk bit of all this?"

Eddie sucks in a breath and Wayne's a bit shocked by what Steve's implied. What Steve's admitted, really, out loud in front of another person. Wayne wonders if any boy Eddie's ever liked before would have done that.

"What good's a shove talk when you've already told me you ain't goin' anywhere?" Wayne says, hoping his tone is as light and teasing as he wants it to be.

"Glad we're on the same page," Steve agrees, "but, uhh, do you want me to go? So you can have a real talk?"

"No," says Eddie.

"No," says Wayne, at the same time.

"Oh. Okay. Uh, in that case, you got anything to drink here besides coffee?"

Wayne nods and they all pile into the kitchen to get a beverage before settling in the living room. There will be time to talk later, Wayne realizes. He's going to apologize properly.

Later, though, when he'll really be ready to accept Eddie's forgiveness, because there's no doubt Eddie'll forgive him. So, he's going to sit in the living room and chat with his boys until he has to go to work.

By the time Friday comes around again, he'll be able to tell Linda she was right, everything's going to be okay one day, and maybe ask her on a date he's been putting off asking for since high school.

Done!! I hope the ending is sufficiently cheesy.

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#steddie #my fic #wayne munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne pov #was this resolved on a quicker timeline than makes sense for men in the 80s?#maybe. but i dont care because if i wanted realism i would be asking my dad about the gripes and grudges he holds against his dad #(he was a teenager in the 80s)#but i wanted soft munson family vibes so you are all welcome for that #also please know that eddies not magically over it.#it's been four days of steve pestering him and reminding him that wayne loves him and he loves wayne #sorta edited. if u see a mistake no you didnt #OH NO I FORGOT THE READ MORE IM SO SORRY. added now

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steddielations · 1 year

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Steve walks into utter chaos.

He was stopping by just to see Max, but all the increasingly concerning noise coming from the Munson’s trailer drew him over there instead. Worried that all the cursing and clattering would drown out any chance of a knock being heard, Steve lets himself in.

Eddie doesn’t even notice him come inside, too busy scrambling around the complete wreck of a kitchen.

“Dude, are you cooking or just banging pots and pans together? I thought you were dying in here.”

Eddie squawks and jumps about a foot in the air. His hair is even more disheveled than usual, barely tied down with a bandana. He’s got flour splotches on his face and all over the frilly grandma apron he’s wearing (which Steve is definitely getting a photo of and showing Dustin later) along with a suspiciously sticky goo on his fingers.

“Stop laughing at me,” Eddie groans.

“I’m not laughing,” Steve laughs, going to join him in the kitchen, “What are you doing, man?”

“Well, I’m trying to bake Wayne a cake, but at this point, I might as well give him a frosting covered rock for his birthday,” Eddie sighs, frustrated hands scrubbing the flour off his apron, “I don’t know, man, usually I just get him another mug and a pack of smokes, and he’s never asked me for anything, but I’ve put him through hell this year I just wanted— I don’t know like, to do something special but I can’t even—”

“Alright, take it off.”

Steve folds his arms and waits while Eddie just gawks at him for a moment, cheeks reddening under the patches of flour.

“What?”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

Eddie scoffs, starts muttering like he does when he’s nervous and Steve cracks a smile when he realizes why.

“The apron, Eddie,” he gestures, “Hand it over.”

Another moment of confused staring and Eddie slowly gives it to him.

Steve wastes no time shaking out the flour and tying it around himself. He moves past Eddie, gets right to work clearing the mess and salvaging what ingredients he can.

“You…” Eddie peeks over Steve’s shoulder, “You know how to bake?”

“I can make a cake,” Steve shrugs, “Robin obsesses over shit sometimes, calls them her “little brain worms” or whatever. She couldn’t stop thinking about this cake she swore she had for her 5th birthday but couldn’t remember the flavor. So we made every cake recipe in her mom’s cookbook until we found the right one.”

“So Harrington’s got a secret Betty Crocker power-up, impressive.”

“Nah, just small stuff. I help Claudia with Dustin’s birthday cakes. Little shit is very particular about his red velvet.”

Eddie snorts and Steve waves him over to start washing the dishes. He does so with a small salute that smears more flour on his forehead. The word cute comes to Steve’s mind but he just rolls his eyes.

“So you dusted off your oven mitts for little old me, hm? I’m flattered.”

“Only because I like Wayne and I’d prefer if you didn’t give him food poisoning,” Steve teases, dumping out Eddie’s abomination of batter into the trash. Though he softens when he sees the way Eddie winces at it. “And I think it’s nice, you know, you doing this for him. I wanna help.”

Eddie clearly holds back a smile, looking down at the bubbles in the sink, and the cute word comes back to Steve’s mind.

“Okay well, take it easy on me. Not everyone has a bunch of mom friends teaching them to bake.”

“Oh yeah, then where’d you get this grandma apron? You just had this little number in the closet with your leather and chains?”

“No, it’s Mrs. Bennet’s and she’s not my friend,” Eddie bristles and Steve senses a hell of a backstory there, “I stole it off her clothesline.”

Steve laughs and makes Eddie tell him the whole story, all the inner workings of Forest Hills feuds. It’s nice, Steve’s been spending more time here since everything, listening to Eddie’s stories and sharing his own. It’s easy to be around Eddie, even though that pesky word won’t get out of Steve’s head.

Once the batter is finished, Steve dips a finger in to test.

“How does it taste?” Eddie asks, “Better than mine I hope.”

Steve hums around his finger, “So good, here taste,” he meant to slide Eddie the bowl, but the wires must’ve gotten crossed somewhere, because now he’s holding out a dollop of cake batter on the tip of his finger to Eddie’s mouth.

They both look down at it, then at each other again. Steve knows he should apologize, drop his hand and say it was a mistake but there’s something about the way Eddie’s looking at him, the way he subtly licks his lips is almost like— He wants this.

So Steve lets him have it.

Eddie leans in, keeps his hands at his sides and slowly guides himself down on Steve’s finger. His eyes fall shut as his mouth closes around it, like it’s too much, watching Steve watching him. It’s a lot for Steve too, the wet warmth of Eddie’s mouth, one swirl of his tongue almost makes Steve’s knees buckle.

Something comes over him, he presses his finger down just slightly, feeling Eddie’s tongue curl around the tip. It elicits a soft noise from Eddie that sends heat thrumming all through Steve. Eddie’s eyes flutter open, brows turned upwards and mouth in a plush little O around Steve’s finger, looking up at him through dark lashes, a dot of flour on his nose. The sight makes Steve’s breath catch in his throat. It’s fucking cute and hot.

Steve has to swallow his own noise when Eddie pulls off.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, a slight grin on his lips, “Really good.”

Steve’s about to do something crazy, put his finger back in Eddie’s mouth, maybe more than one this time, or just his lips on Eddie's, maybe even slip his tongue inside instead of his fingers, lick all that sweetness away until he just tastes Eddie, something— but a sudden loud knock on the door has him dropping his hand like it’s made of cement.

It’s Max, wanting to know why Steve ditched her for Eddie. She comes inside to ‘help’ which means she leans against the counter, talks about her day, complains, teases Steve and makes fun of Eddie for being demoted to dish duty.

Steve puts the cake in the oven and focuses on cleaning and composing himself. He can feel Eddie trying to meet his gaze, trying to see if Steve's going to freak out on him after that. Once Steve can look at him without feeling like he’s going to burst into flames, he gives Eddie a small reassuring smile, even throws him a wink when Max isn’t looking. Eddie gives him a smile back.

And later, after Wayne comes home and they sing happy birthday and eat the cake that Steve insists Eddie helped him with— Just the tasting part, Steve says and revels in how Eddie covers a blush with his hair— and after they walk Max home, Steve pulls Eddie behind the trailer and kisses him until he doesn’t taste like cake anymore.

for the prompts "You heard me. Take. It. Off." and "Stop laughing at me" for @highkingpenny and anon, thank you and I hope you enjoy this!!

#behave boys taste testing is a Very Important job #steddie #steddie ficlet #rueswriting #steddie fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fluff

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eggyrocks · 2 months

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THE MANEATER CHAPTER ONE: club classics

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divider credits to roseraris

For fifteen minutes every night, she gets to take off her headphones, sneak out the staff-only exit, and smoke a cigarette on a cracked-up old milk crate. And even though she can still hear her pre-determined, carefully crafted playlist taking over for her pulsing through the brick walls, it's the only moment of quiet she has all night.

So it makes sense that new bouncer showed up to ruin it.

She groans at the sight of him, dramatically, exaggerated. She rolls her head back and kicking her feet. "Oh my god," she whines, "why are you here? Go somewhere else."

He doesn't validate this little outburst of hers. He just leans against the brick wall opposite to her, and blocks the breeze from blowing out his lighter with a cupped hand until the end of his cigarette is cherry red. She watches him with a lip furled in distaste as he straightens out. "Easiest place to get away from a bunch of drunk people for fifteen minutes, so you're just gonna have to put up with me," he tells her, smoke billowing from his mouth as he speaks.

"Well, you're fucked because there's a bachelorette party in there that keeps buying my green tea shots," she says, voice laced with faux sympathy. "So I'm trashed."

He scoffs. Iwaizumi. That's his name. She recalls it in the instance he flicks off ash with the tip of his thumb. She thinks he's pretty, and immediately after that she thinks she'd rather cut off her own tongue than admit that. "You're a fucking peach, you know that right?"

"Truly one of the sweetest out there. So are you going to apologize to me now?"

Iwaizumi flinches. "Apologize for what? Doing my job?"

She gives him a forced smile. "Well if you were doing your job, you'd probably know better than to stop and interrogate one of your new coworkers."

"Okay," Iwaizumi concedes, giving a forceful nod of his head. "You're right. I'm sorry I didn't realize that you're an egomaniac who thinks everyone should know who she is because she hits shuffle on Spotify for a living."

"Oh so that's your bit?" she bites back. "That's like your thing? You think you're better and cooler than everyone around you because you think things like club music are beneath you? Because what? You listen to like Kings of Leon or something?"

Iwaizumi scoffs. "I'm a big Kendrick Lamar fan, actually."

She rolls her eyes, and puts her cigarette out on the pavement beneath her. Her fifteen-minute smoke break has been ruined. "Predictable," she grumbles, standing to her feet. "I gotta get back to my job before Spotify decides to put Smart Shuffle on. I hope a drunk person pukes on you."

extras!

noya is also a bartender at the maneater! there are others who might pop up from time to time

sakusa established a rotating schedule on who's job it is to go do a coffee run since none of them ever wanted to go and get coffee on sunday mornings

yn does not always drink during her sets but sometimes when club goers buy her drinks she indulges

if kiyoko makes them she waters them down

yn drew iwa on the back of her receipt from the coffee shop

iwa was just like "wait who's akaashi"

their hatred for one another was immediate and it's like they've been hating each other their whole lives <3

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unholyhelbig · 9 months

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new oversight will be everything! i can’t wait!

Title: Work Life Balance [an Oversight Oneshot]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: When reader gets hurt during a job, she starts to worry about how her girlfriend, the infamous mafia boss that controls the city, will react

[a/n: while this isn't a new chapter of Oversight (I am working on that), it is set in the same universe as the Oversight. It's based off of a Private Practice episode, and something a little lighter & silly. Enjoy!]

Warnings: Gun violence, blood, spit, threats, blood, hurt/comfort, No spell checks

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The metal bat had slammed against the side of your face with enough force to blind you momentarily in the right eye. It knocked the sense out of you too and your bearings were scrambled until that darkness started to ebb away into a blurry image of the alleyway.

There was a pungent scent in the air, rotted food in dark green trash bags that had been torn by tiny teeth, or elongated claws. Crumpled napkins and discarded soda cups littered the damp ground.

Before the man could swing the bat for a second time, you caught it half an inch from your face and shoved it away. He was disarmed and you were able to shove his back up against the wall, holding him there despite his squirming. His lip was split, the blood drying quickly from the bright red to a deep black.

“Come on, man.” You twisted your hand into the fabric of his shirt, bunching your fingers around his collar. “We fronted the product, so you have to front the cash.”

“Fuck off,”

He spit on you, a gummy mix of tobacco and sugar. There were a lot of things you could handle; the ringing in your ear, and the pain in your knuckles from the first four blows you threw. But spit was where you drew the line. It had bugged you since you were in fifth grade and Amy Sheldon dangled a long string of it inches from your nose before slurping it back up through the slit in her buck teeth.

“Alright,” you breathed out, making sure you kicked the fallen bat out of his reach. “You agree to push product on that little street racer of yours in exchange for twenty five percent of the cut. You get sloppy and sample the product and don’t have the cash to give to my boss?”

You lifted him from the brick and shoved him back down onto it with enough force to push the putrid breath from his lungs. “That doesn’t feel very fair, now, does it?”

He smiled at you with a laugh that rivaled a cackle. His teeth were orange with diluted blood. There was no getting through to him. Your free hand dipped into the side of your jacket. Over the last two years, you’d grown well accustomed to the feeling of a gun in your hand.

You pushed the tip of the gun under his chin into the soft spot of his skin. He stopped laughing, the sound getting stuck in his throat with a choking sound.

“Do you know what they call me?” You gritted.

“A raging bitch?”

You made a buzzing noise in the back of your throat, much like the signaling of a wrong answer on a game show. There was a soft click as you pulled the trigger of the gun. The man in your grasp tensed and hissed.

“Wrong. You know, at first, I just forgot to load my gun. Got me into some pretty hot water, scalding actually. But eventually it became a bit of a calling card. Roulette. I can pull the trigger as many times as I want, but only one will hit it’s mark.”

He swallowed hard, you felt it in the side of your hand. He was sweating and you were growing tired of the empty threats. Yelena wouldn’t approve of something like this, and you were sure Natasha wouldn’t have had a second thought about putting a mark between his eyebrows.

“Most men aren’t lucky more than twice,” You pulled the trigger again, met with another soft click. Of course, there were no bullets in the chamber; they rattled in your front pocket like your keys. “Three times at most.”

His voice cracked. “Please,”

There was a sharp scent in the air that rivaled that of trash. You were losing blood fast. It had streaked down the side of your face from a gash on your temple and crusted the collar of your shirt.

“You have a week to make up the difference. A week and I’ll be back with a gun that has more than one bullet in the chamber. Am I clear?”

“Yes, but-“

“Am I clear?”

He nodded aggressively and you sheathed your weapon, releasing him. His legs gave out and he sunk to the damp pavement. You picked up the weighted metal back, entirely content to take it with you. It would make your next encounter a hell of a lot easier.

It was impossible to sneak into the house without giving yourself away. Even if you were to park down the block, unlace your shoes and pad into the foyer barefoot, and leave the front door open a crack, you were at risk of creating a scene.

That didn’t mean that you couldn’t keep the injured side of your face away from Natasha for as long as possible. She would know that something was up, and despite her throwing you into this life in the first place, her heart broke when you were on the deep side of any injury.

You set the metal bat down with a bucket of black umbrellas and a bench that was mostly unused. There was a dull metal thump that aggravated the headache that was coming on. You attempted to sneak up the stairs, but the second your fingertips hit the mahogany handrail you were stopped by an irritated voice with a Russian lilt to it.

Yelena was sprawled out on the sofa, a book was face down on her chest, lifting and falling with each breath. She’d given up on it in favor of the warmth that Kate provided her. Kate’s head was on Yelena’s shoulder, her arms wrapped around her midsection. Yelena looked perfectly comfortable in between Kate’s legs, both of them were about ready to doze off and if you had waited an extra five minutes, maybe you would have gotten away with sneaking in.

“Did you get hit by a bus?” Kate asked.

You leaned against the entryway of the sitting room. “Ricky got a good hit in with a metal bat.”

“Oo, Natasha is going to be mad at you.” Yelena chuckled, taunting you like a child. You would have thrown a pillow at her if Kate wasn’t in the line of fire.

She was going to be mad at you for not using the buddy system that was proposed and certainly for not dodging the hit that was coming your way. Natasha hated when you got hurt and that sad look in her eyes was worse than whatever pain could be inflicted on you.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“It looks pretty bad.” Kate said.

You shot them both the middle finger before turning away and padding up the stairs towards your shared bedroom with Natasha. Most days, she was holed up in her office and you didn’t bother her until the ache for her touch, for her presence, bothered you both enough to cave.

That was most days.

Some days, Natasha could be found in your room in sweatpants with a laptop propped up on her crossed legs. She was dwarfed in the silk bedspread, her hair in a messy bun and a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose.

This was quite possibly your favorite look on Natasha, this quiet version of her. She’d let you hold her in this state instead of the other way around. You hated to break the mood, hated that she glanced up from her laptop not once, but twice.

Wordlessly, Natasha set her work aside and walked over to you. She cupped your face, her fingers cold against your cheeks. Her voice was soft and when she was angry enough, there was the slightest bit of a Russian inflection to her words. “What happened?”

“I… didn’t use the buddy system.”

“Mm, you didn’t use the buddy system.”

Her thumb moved against the black and blue wound against your eye. She pressed every so slightly, testing its durability. You winced, drawing in a breath through clenched teeth. It wasn’t bad, really, her touch soothed you just as quickly as it had bitten you with pain.

Natasha was good at taking care of you and she pulled you into the large master bathroom that the two of you shared. There was an abundance of white and beige. It was always a few degrees cooler than the rest of the house and offered a form of comfort as such.

There were nights where the two of you would simply brush your teeth shoulder to shoulder, and there were nights where she had her arms wrapped around you amongst the deep scent of lavender. Bubble hit her touch as her fingers roamed over the most intimate parts of you.

Now, she guided you to the edge of the sink and lifted you up in a fluid motion. She stood between your legs, making you feel even more like a child when Yelena had scolded you downstairs. Still, there was a degree of affection in her movements. Natasha frowned as she pulled a med kit from the bottom of the sink.

She tutted “Zaychik, this looks bad.”

“Image wise or the actual wound because-“You let out a small noise when she placed the frigid and stinging antiseptic against your face. It sent electric down your spine. “I didn’t know he had a bat.”

“A bat?”

“Right out of left field.”

Natasha’s frown deepened. This was supposed to be an easy job, and by all means, it was. You had accomplished your assignment of scaring up. You were sure he had released his bladder as he slid down the wall into a fetal position. Getting the money from a frightened man was going to be no problem.

Tonight was intended to be calm. You’d come home and shower and eat pizza and spend the entire night curled up in Natasha’s arms while she typed away on the computer. You’d listen to her breathing, her heartbeat.

Instead, she was roughly patching you up, buzzing with anger under her stare. “Why didn’t you take Clint?”

“Nat, I have a fantastic idea.”

“If it involves gutting that man alive and hanging him from a flagpole, then I am all in, darling.” Her words were light, distracted, as she wiped away a good portion of dried blood.

“What if we left things at the office, metaphorically speaking. What if we didn’t bring stuff like this home? Shut it all off.”

She pulled back far enough to stifle her floral scent. There was an adorable crease between her eyes. “My mind doesn’t work like that, Malysh. This home is my office and vice versa. Someone hurt you and that is my business. That is my work.”

“I know,” you said, tucking a strand of fallen hair behind her ear. She glowered under her thick-framed glasses. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the frown off her face. “I know, but sometimes I just want to be with you.”

“Huh,”

“Huh?”

“Huh.”

This wasn’t exactly a constructive conversation. You figured as much when she ripped a bandage out of its waxy packaging and slapped it onto the gash against your temple. You let out a disgruntled noise and she grasped your waist and maneuvered you back to the floor. Your legs had fallen asleep and you were a little unsteady.

Natasha flicked on the sink and started scrubbing her hands of your blood. “No sex,”

“What?” You blinked at her, scratching fruitlessly at the adhesive on the bandage. It was incredibly itchy.

Natasha dried her hands on the nearby towel, “You heard me, no sex.”

“You… You’re withholding sexual pleasure because of something that happened at work?”

“Not something that happened at work, your refusal to talk about it.”

“Natasha,” You nearly whined.

“No sex!” She huffed, pointing towards the exit of the room “Go sleep on the couch.”

You dropped your shoulders in defeat. You had been banned to the couch? Your girlfriend didn’t’ withhold most things and the two of you had a very healthy and active life. There wasn’t true anger behind her words, instead she was testing you. Watching you until you give in.

“Fine,” You huffed, crossing your arms “The couch sounds lovely.”

“Good,”

“Great.”

“Fine.”

You grabbed the fuzzy blanket at the base of the bed and started to stalk towards the door. You could feel Natasha staring at you, waiting for you to turn around and apologize but it wouldn’t happen. Not this time. You were setting boundaries and if that included…no sex… then that was fine. It was fine.

“Zaychik?”

You turned back to Natasha, one eyebrow lifted, “Yes?”

“Leave the blanket.”

She gave you a sugary sweet smile before settling back into her previous position, pulling her computer into her lap. Your jaw was agape, but you tossed the blanket at her nonetheless and stormed out of the room.

The nerve, the absolute nerve!

Natasha wasn’t particularly hard to have a conversation with, but work was nearly untouchable with her. You knew that. She knew that. You did as you were told and protected her and her assets at all costs.

When you got back downstairs you fixed yourself a sloppy peanut butter and jelly sandwich before sulking back into the living room and flopping down onto the recliner in the corner. Yelena had since fallen asleep, and Kate was reading the book while her eyes grew heavy.

“You got kicked out, huh?”

“Kicked out, banned from sex.” You waved the sandwich around in the air “doghouse.”

Kate scoffed “the Romanoff sisters aren’t always the most forthcoming, are they?”

She was looking lovingly at Yelena, stroking her hair as the smaller woman curled deeper into her, fingers clenching at Kate’s flannel and then releasing as she settled back into a comfortable sleep.

“They make it hard to love them, but the moments where the mask slips and they’re vulnerable. Moments like these make everything worth it. And despite everything, you know they care. They’ll always care.”

“Sometimes too much,” you took a large bite of your sandwich.

“No such thing.”

Yelena stirred in her arms, nose pressed against Kate’s pulse point. She clenched her eyes tighter, her next words mumbled “Kate Bishop, if you don’t stop talking you will be sleeping on the couch with y/n.”

“Doghouse,” You said with a long sigh.

“Mm,” Kate hummed, letting out a quiet whisper “Doghouse,”

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starless-nightz · 3 months

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can i request a billy the kid x a artist!reader fic(or headcanons!)??

would prefer fem reader btw if its fine:3

thanks a lot! first time requesting btw lol

-from Ghost, with love.

Platonic! Billy Kid with a fem! artist! reader

note -> I sometimes forget how hoyo fans refuse to read blog rules, well I'll just change up the requests so idc

warnings -> none.

content includes -> fluff, drawings, paint.

When he found out you are an artist, Billy immediately got excited, asking a bunch of questions about it, he even asked you to teach him how to draw!

He eventually gave up on trying to draw, instead he just watched you draw, and it facinated him, and he was so happy when you drew him one time he wouldnt stop bragging to Nicole and Anby

Billy would take a bunch of photos while on his adventures, and even pictures of some of the monsters in the Hollow, and give them to you for insperation

If you are ever insecure about your art he will immediately compliment it, telling you how talented you are and that his art is absolute trash that not even the monsters in the Hollow deserve to see them!

#billy #billy kid #billy x reader #billy kid x reader #zzz #zenless zone zero #zzz billy #zzz billy kid #zzz x reader #zenless zone zero x reader

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rockethorse · 10 months

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Stocking Stuffer 1/5: A Bajillion Random Painting Recolours

Happy Holidays to all! While I'm proud that last year I finally managed to achieve a longtime goal of sharing a full TS2 Advent Calendar, I'm simply not gonna be able to pull it off this year. Nonetheless, the holidlay spirit has encouraged me to finish up and share a couple of things before the end of the year! I'll be sharing five little gifts over the next few arbitrary days. First up: A BUNCH of Maxis painting recolours.

One recolour each of A/B/C Stroke (yes, I still enjoy playing with these as three separate paintings) using vintage matchbook covers designed by Saul Bass for The Ohio Match Company.

Two recolours +frames for Abstrutionism; "Poppy Cake" by Adolf Fényes (1910), and then this edit of Christina's World by Andrew Wyeth (1948) to include Bella Goth (the original Tumblr poster has deactivated).

A recolour of Anonymous Masterpiece with these two digital paintings by user chestnutroan featuring their farmer Sim and his two alien daughters.

One recolour of the Arghist Soldier with "Friday Nights" by Deborah DeWit (2006), perfect for your novel-enthusiast Sims' reading nook.

One recolour of City Skyline with a fruit & veg painting by Twitter user snail_soup (you can buy a real print of this too if you like it!)

One recolour of the Fourth Element wall scroll with "From Stardust to Stardust - Raccoon" by user ArtOfMienda.

Four Vegetables recoloured with four deliciously juicy tomato paintings by artist Leah Gardner.

Geometry 101 recoloured with a beautiful palette knife painting by Lynn Boggess.

Two recolours of Grilled Cheese (you all know what Grilled Cheese looks like, c'mon); one vintage ad for Hollywood Diet bread which I cleaned/redrew to remove text/graphics, and then "Cloud Rows" by Ivan Eyre (2004).

In The Beginning (+frame) recoloured with "Little Thief" by Courtney / Trash Kitty Art (also available as an affordable IRL print).

Kitten vs. Yarn (+frame) recoloured with this goache painting by user ieafy.

"Until Tonight" by Mark Grantham (2019) slapped on Lady On Red.

Two recolours of Living Room; "Midwestern Summer Fun" by user ink-the-artist (you may wanna zoom in for a surprise), then "Girl On A Swing" (2000) by Andrew Macara.

One recolour of Marketing Print with the Beatles as drawn by other Beatles. I don't remember who drew who because I'm actually not much of a Beatles fan but I thought these sketches were really darling.

In Memory of Johnny Gnome (+frame) recoloured with a piece by Emma Roulette.

A recolour of My First Holiday with art from Twitter user heikala_art.

On Pointed Toes (+frame) recoloured with this digital painting by Twitter user catwheezie.

I fell in love with this Guinness ad so I tweaked it from the photo to fit on the Route 66 poster, then made an accompanying Simlish option.

A single Scruffles recolour (+frame) with this adorable cow illustration by Twitter user poodlewool.

Four recolours of the Sim Noir pop art print; three pieces by Al Parker I found through this Tweet (with some English removed) and then an edit of the original painting to look passingly familiar...

Two recolours (+frames) of Snoozing Enemies; "The Cat on the Pillow" by Adolf von Becker, and "Sleeping Sasha" by Lena Rivo.

Stiller Life (+frame) recoloured with this oil painting of McDonalds by artist Noah Verrier.

Two recolours (+frames) of Stumped Hound; "Shadow" by Tianyi Zhou and "cat falling off table" by user anasauruss.

The Muse recoloured with this Juxtapoz magazine cover by artist Josh Courlas.

And lastly, three recolours of Untitled (the Bella Goth pop art painting) with works by Hiroshi Nagai.

Download All Paintings @ SFS

#the sims 2 #s2cc #sims 2 cc #Stocking Stuffers

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mayakern · 1 year

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NGL i was SO stressed abt how this darker thistle variant would look bc the first test print we got from our manu was TRASH. so i made a bunch of versions tweaking the colors slightly and we tested them all and i’m so happy with how it came out 😭 like bitch i drew that!!!

#fashion #size inclusive fashion #fatshion #plus size fashion #femme fashion #store

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crumblinggothicarchitecture · 1 month

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I wonder how long it will take for Taylor to drop Blake Lively from her squad, since she's getting so much backlash for the way she's promoting "it ends with us".

Or maybe Blake and Ryan's money and power and racism will keep them in Taylor's circle, despite the critisism.

Dear friend, I am wondering too.

I suppose time will tell-

Personally, I think that Swift will keep the friendship going because many people who support that nasty book, and Collen Hoover, also support Taylor Swift. There is a great deal of overlap between the three fandoms involved here Swift, Hoover, and Lively. That being said, I imagine it is more beneficial for her to publicly continue her friendship with Blake- so she will be labeled as a "stand-by-you" type of friend- at least it will be so within her own fandom bubble.

That narrative would also help her current image problem with people who think she is a flakey person- or a fair-weather friend.

Besides her image regulation, I imagine Swift will want to keep Lively as a friend for her deep pockets, connections to the elite of NYC, and her power in Hollywood. I think it's clear Swift has tried to break into acting a whole bunch of times- to very little avail- but clearly will still want to keep those business connections strong.

Thus- I don't really see Swift dropping Lively. Unless- of course, the media issues get worse.

But neither of them drew a line as racism- or at the very least being complicit in reenforcing white supremacist imagery in their work/ personal lives- so, ya know, birds of a feather flock together.

(I am watching this movie go up in flames with popcorn at the ready. I think Collen Hoover is a terrible writer. It is abhorrent to me that she was ever published at all. "It Ends with Us" sends a terrible message to young girls. The only reason this trash is getting a movie is because Blake Lively saw a cash-grab opportunity because the book is popular with bored middle-aged women or braindead tik-tokers. None of these people care about DV issues or protecting vulnerable women- it's all about "grab your florals and your gal pals for a cutesy rom-com about an abusive relationship." I'm so tired of all these morally corrupt people with deep pockets controlling what stories get told- and to who they are told. So, I am enjoying the fact that Lively is being caught out as a disingenuous person.)

#anti swifties #anti taylor swift #ex swiftie #taylor swift critical #anti blake lively #blake lively #it ends with us #colleen hoover

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k-germsworld · 1 year

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Betrayed

Umji x M! Reader

Non-con! Drug use! Humiliation! Free use! Gangbang!

4.0k words

This story might be messy since it is my first time writing gangbang that involves many people. However, idc just enjoy XD

Umji was naked on her knees licking the bowl of cum. A bunch of guys are naked and content to watch her shamelessly drink the cum they just shot in the bowl. They were old, young, fat, and all were content to abuse this slut.

Why did Umji end up like this? Then we have to start with her trash boyfriend.

Her boyfriend was met on the internet, and they were very affectionate when they started dating. At that time, she didn't know what kind of person her boyfriend was, and Umji had sex with her boyfriend several times. Her boyfriend is so amazed by Umji's skills in bed, her skills almost got him to heaven.

As the months passed, he became addicted to gambling. At first he won a lot of money from gambling, and he used the money to take her on several sweet trips. Umji wondered why he had so much money. But he only casually said that his investment has made money. So she choose to trust his boyfriend.

But extremes lead to opposites, after winning so many times, you will eventually lose. He started losing money, and he bets bigger and bigger. In the end, he lost all his savings. In the beginning, he borrowed money from her to turn around, but he still took that money to gamble and lost it in the casino. After that, he still wanted to borrow money from her again, so she stopped lending to him because Umji didn't have more money to continue lending to him. He pitifully begged Umji to lend him one more time. Umji ended up relented and lent it to him. For sure, the ending is still the same. The people in the casino saw that he had lost so much money, so they came to him and said that the casino could lend him money to make up for it. He agreed and borrowed 2 million at once, but he lost it all. They gave him 1 month to repay the debt, but it is conceivable that he has no ability to repay. A month later, he couldn't pay it back, so he was taken to the casino director.

The president of the casino was named Ken Park. He was very angry because he couldn't repay the debt on time. Ken signaled that his men were going to lynch him. Several people grabbed him to keep him in place and pressed his hand on the table, while another took a knife and was ready to chop off his hand, warning him of the consequences of not repaying the debt. As the knife got closer and closer to his hand, he thought of a shameless way to pay back the money. He hurriedly yelled that he had a way to pay the debt, and everyone laughed at him and stopped their move. Ken felt that he was just bluffing and signaled his men to continue. But he panicked and begged him to listen to his method once, and he nodded and asked him to say what is his way to repay. He says he has a girlfriend and is very beautiful. Ken was immediately interested when he heard about the woman. He motioned him to continue. Her boyfriend said that his girlfriend is very hot and very good in bed. He had cum inside her a few times and he can't satisfy her. He decided to betray Umji for his own sake. He sells her to the casino to cover his debt. He also showed them her photos, and they all felt that what he said was right, so they drew up a contract. The contract clearly states that Umji will be sold to Party A, which is the casino, and Party B, Umji's boyfriend, cannot ask about Umji's situation. Since then, Party B has not owed Party A any money. After the two parties sign the contract, he just needs to bring Umji to the casino for them. Just when he was trying to figure out how to bring her to the casino, one of the men took out a bottle of medicine. The medicine is chloroform he can use this medicine to make her faint and bring it here easily. He took the medicine and left the casino. Everyone in the casino is looking forward to Umji's arrival.

A few days later, he asked Umji to go out together. It just happened to be the one-year anniversary of their relationship recently. So Umji dressed up carefully and chose a black sleeveless cropped halter top for an unforgettable anniversary with her boyfriend.

When he saw her wearing this outfit, he immediately felt remorse, because she valued their relationship so much, but he betrayed Umji. But the contract has been signed, and it must be carried out no matter what. They started hanging around until they got near the casino. He knew it was time and he poured a little chloroform on a hand towel. When Umji couldn't see her boyfriend around, she turned her head unconsciously. She turned around and saw a piece of cloth coming towards her, but it was too late when she realized it, and she passed out soon after inhaling chloroform. He walked into the casino and communicated with several people. Those people came out and brought Umji who had fainted into the casino room.

After a while, she wakes up dazedly but still a bit fuzzy. She saw that the surroundings were a bit different, so she tried to regain her consciousness to see clearly. After waking up, she looked around and found that the people around her were people she didn't know. She felt very scared and asked who they were. Ken came forward and said that there was one of the small rooms in the casino. As for why Umji is here, he said with a wicked smile that her boyfriend sold herself to the casino to pay off his debts. From her boyfriend came into the casino, until he sold Umji to pay off the debt, Ken told her in detail. She can't believe that she was betrayed by her love. She was very angry and curiously asked how would they treat her. He told Umji happily that of course, she would use her body to repay her boyfriend's debt, and also introduced her to the other three who will enjoy her together later. The first one is his father Jun Park who looks a bit old but stronger than him. The remaining two are casino partners, Kim who is fat and the other is a foreigner named George who is very handsome.

Umji wanted to escape from this place, so she got up and ran towards the door, but was blocked by his men. He advised her not to overestimate her strength, she couldn't escape here. For Umji to settle down, Ken took out a syringe he put aphrodisiac into it and injected it into her body to punish her for not obediently obeying. Soon the drug kicked in and Umji switched from a feeling of fear to horny. They saw that Umji's face became more and more horny, which proved that the medicine had worked. Ken shackled a choker collar around Umji's neck and hung a chain from it so that she could behave like a pet. After a while, Umji was stripped naked by him.

Ken instructs her to lie on all fours. Due to the effect of the aphrodisiac, She obediently lay down on the ground. He told her to crawl slowly towards his father. She followed the instructions and started crawling toward Jun Park as instructed. She kept shaking her ass as she crawled, and her modest boobs kept shaking with her movements. Ken followed her pace with the chain, and he became more and more excited. Soon she crawled in front of Jun. Without any instructions, Umji spontaneously took off his pants and started playing with his cock. Even though he looked old, his cock was thick too. He is satisfied when her little hands played with his thick cock. He then put his fingers into her mouth and played with her tongue. Her tongue also kept licking his finger with the movement of his finger. Her mouth could not be fully closed when his fingers were in her mouth. She began to drool slowly and profusely. She drools so much that it drips onto the carpet. He took his fingers out of her mouth and smelled his fingers full of her drool. Her saliva smelled so good to him and he started licking his fingers. After tasting her saliva, he teased her pink nipple with his drool-filled fingers. Her nipples were teased hard by his wet fingers. She enjoyed the teasing from him, and her mouth fell open. He see her mouth was wide open so he shoved his cock into her mouth. She was intimidated by the intruding cock, but she quickly got used to it and helped him to blow it too. She blowjobs him until she makes obscene moans. He felt an orgasm soon after he hadn't cum for so long. He pressed hard on her head so that all his cum could be shot into her mouth well. Jun lets out a loud moan when he cum, but his cum was not much due to his age. Even so, he is also very satisfied.

When Ken saw this slutty Umji, he immediately felt that it was a prize to get her. He has already stripped naked. He watches Umji blowjob his daddy has made him erect so hard. So he rams his cock from behind into her soaking wet pussy without any foreplay. He is now doggy-fucking her. A medium cock is no longer enough for her, so when she gets fuck, she doesn't feel any satisfaction at all. It was very embarrassing for him to watch her not making any sound. Although his cock is not very big, he at least satisfied the girls he had fucked before, but her reaction this time made him very angry. He can't accept the fact that she doesn't moan when he is fucking her, so he spanked her ass. Umji finally let out a small moan. He heard her small moan, so he spanked her ass several times more aggressively to let her moan louder. Her butt can clearly see the palm prints. He said to Umji: "You bitch, a bitch is only obedient if you are beaten." He also started pulling the chain in his hand, making Umji's head fall back like a bitch. The louder she moans, the faster he fucks. He cums in her pussy shortly. Her soaked pussy can see his cum flowing out slowly.

Then, it was the time for the partners' turn. Suddenly, she climbed onto the table by herself. Everyone wondered what she was doing. She lay on the table and spread her legs to show her shaved pussy. She masturbation in public. Umji touched her clitoris slowly. After that, she inserted the fingers of her right hand into her own pussy. One finger was not enough for her, so she started to put the second finger in. By the end, she had put three fingers in her pussy. She then put a finger of her left hand in her mouth and sucked like a cock. She stop sucking when she think her finger is wet enough so she moved her wet fingers to her tits. She fingered herself while touching her own tits, making her feel like she was going to cum. She moaned so loud while she is fucking herself. It wasn't long before Umji got her first squirt. Umji's squirting is as much as the dog is pissing. After squirting, she lay on the table and twitched. Everyone was enjoyed to see that bitch's masturbation show was really good.

The partners couldn't bear it any longer, they were already naked and waiting for their turn. But Kim couldn't wait to rush to her pussy which just had squirt, greedily licking her squirt, and drinking her squirt like mineral water. She was licked and yelled but it was useless because the more she said no, Kim wanted it even more. His mouth was full of the stinky smell of her juice now, and he kissed her with the taste, letting her know how delicious her juice was to him. Two of them exchanged saliva, and their tongues kept licking each other's lips. When he stopped, her saliva remained in his mouth, and he licked the saliva very greedily. His cock was fully erect, but his fully erect cock wasn't half of Ken's. He rammed her soaked pussy anyway. She had absolutely no idea that he was already fucking her. Umji moaned too because his fat belly kept bumping against her. Since Kim couldn't hold back his excitement, he took his cock out and cum all over her belly. He also kindly spread his semen evenly on her body with his hands, making Umji's body look like it was glowing.

Umji didn't feel any excitement in this round at all, she moaned only because of being hit by his belly. Suddenly, someone shoves a dildo into her mouth. She looked over carefully and found that it was Geroge who had endured for a long time. Although she was stuffed with a dildo, she was also observing him carefully. She was very surprised that his cock was so long and big. He got a little annoyed at being watched by her, so he drove that dildo as fast as he could and fucked her mouth. He pulled the chain around Umji's neck and let her off the table. He grabs her leg to mid-air and stuffed his cock into her pussy. His cock was only halfway in and she was already moaning and her eyes were teary. It seems that even slutty Umji can't stand the big dick of a foreigner. He doesn't care about it, because it's rare to be able to fuck such a flirtatious bitch. Of course, she must be satisfied. He managed to stuff his whole cock into her pussy, and he also felt that her pussy made him feel better than ever. Umji now has the fastest electric dildo in her mouth making her mouth slobber; her pussy was fucked by the biggest cock in the room. After having sex with so many people, this cock almost made her feel like she was going to die for the first time. His cock made her feel like she was going to cum in heaven, she was already rolling her eyes. He wants to hear her horny moans so he takes the dildo out of her mouth and fuck her in a train bento position so his cock can go deeper. She yelled no the first time but after she got used to it, she kept begging him to keep fucking her. Umji is sweating profusely after so much sex, but Geroge doesn't feel any dirty and fucking Umji while licking her sweat.

Umji also finally ushered in a second orgasm. He puts her down and she is on her knees with her mouth open waiting for his big cock. The foreigner pushes his cock into her mouth until it reaches her throat. She can barely breathe from the big cock. Her hand also started stroking his cock. The first half of his cock was in her mouth, while the second half of his cock was stroked by her hand. Umji is also playing with his balls. He feels that having sex with her is completely different from the previous ones. Umji is totally a slut who should be fucked like a bitch. She is also adapted to his dick so she has no discomfort at all. She also automatically started licking his dick, from the head to the balls, and from the balls to the head. This lick made him moan with great satisfaction. The foreigner was about to cum and the foreigner took over and fondled his cock back and shot his cum all over her face. She was very surprised by the amount of his semen, and then he took a cloth and wiped her face. She thought she could finally rest after being fucked in turns, but no…

Jun and Kim were upset about why he can fuck Umji for so long. So Jun walked up to her and make her straddle his cock. Kim knew he take a step slower so he simply played with her body. He puts his cock between her tits so he was able to use her tits to satisfy himself. Jun was surprised that she got fucked so many times, but her pussy was still able to suck his cock tightly. Kim played with Umji's tits with his fat hands and manipulated her tits to make himself orgasm. Kim keep fucking her tits and it caused her to move up and down more, which in turn affected the speed of the thrusting. Both had just ejaculated, but her skills was so good, they both cum almost at the same time. Kim cums on Umji's tits, Jun creampied Umji. He felt his hot cum inside Umji. It also immediately made him feel that he was much younger than now so he could cum twice a day.

Ken felt that he shouldn't let Umji rest so quickly after watching so many have sex with her. He lubes his finger this time and inserts it in Umji's asshole. He felt Umji's asshole was wet enough and stuck his dick in Umji's asshole. Umji felt his cock had inserted into her asshole, and immediately begged him to let her go, but he didn't care how Umji begged for mercy. He just wanted to see her begging helplessly and he can enjoy fucking her asshole. She screamed so loudly that the whole room echoed her screams because it was her ass being fucked for the first time. Geroge was tired of hearing her moaning, he put his cock into her mouth again. The two of them fucked her perfectly in tandem. Her voice is much softer. Ken feels excited so he presses her head hard so she can swallow Geroge's cock deeper. He also took the opportunity to speed up and spanked her to teach this cumdump a lesson. He cums in Umji's ass this time, and he is excited to see his cum flowing out from the asshole. He again spanked her ass a few more times to see how much semen could her asshole oozes out.

After Ken was done, he gave instructions to his subordinates. After hearing this, all his subordinates followed the instructions of him and prepared. George takes his cock out of her mouth after Ken was done fucking her. It's his turn now to fuck her pussy. She was almost numb from being fucked so many times, but his cock thrust in and she perked up again. He fucks her in a missionary position and grabs her hands. The constant thrusting made him start sweating. The sweat dripped down her face. She is already overwhelmed with lust. She opens her mouth to accept his sweat. He saw her open her mouth so he spit into her mouth. Umji swallowed his saliva without disgust. After swallowing, she greedily asked for his saliva more. His saliva is like nectar to Umji. The foreigner grabs her tits to push himself deeper. Her third orgasm of the day is coming soon, and he senses that Umji is about to cum, so he grabs her waist so he can speed up his thrusting. Soon, she squirted so many even though this was her third time. He thinks bitches are meant to be creampied so she gets creampied again. Then he lets Umji lick off his cumed cock.

Just when she thought that everything was over, Ken brought a group of people in. Those men were ordered by him to only masturbate to her and cum on any part of Umji but not to have any thrusting behavior. Once he found out that someone wanted to fuck her, they had to disappear from this world forever. Although the subordinates are dissatisfied, it is better than nothing. The men started masturbating to her, who was tired but with a horny expression. All the men started insulting Umji. "Smelly bitch!!! Bitch!!! You are a sex doll!!! You were born to be fucked !!!" The group of men scolded harder and harder. After a while, the men think it was time and everyone started to cum. They cum on her face, her legs, her tits, and her stomach. They seeing the semen all over Umji's body made them lament that their work was like art. They wanted to masturbate to her again, but this time Ken thought of a more disgusting method. He ordered his men to start masturbating. After a while, his men feel that they want to cum so he took out a bowl and asked them to shoot in it. Everyone takes turns queuing up to shoot in the bowl. The semen of all the people just made up a bowl. He signaled his men to leave the room. All the subordinates left according to the instructions.

Ken took the bowl of semen and placed it beside her. "Bitch, are you thirsty? It's time to drink water." The aphrodisiac in Umji's body has expired, but Umji has been trained to be their sex slave. Umji has no shame in getting up and kneeling on the ground naked licking the bowl of cum.

A bunch of guys are naked and content to watch Umji shamelessly drinking the cum they just cum in the bowl. She happily licked the bowl clean. Ken hung the chain around her neck on the bars to prevent her from escaping although she has no desire to escape.

The casino has made a lot of money with Umji. Whenever the VIP loses a certain amount of money, they can ask the staff to bring her out and let these VIPs who have lost money vent their anger on her with their dicks. Some VIPs come here just to fuck her, and some even feel that they are not satisfied fucking her alone, so they will ask the dealers in the same place to fuck Umji together. She has now become a casino moneymaker and VIP sex doll. Ken is making tons of money for the casino. she is fucked so numb, she seems to have forgotten why she had become to this point in the first place.,

#gfriend smut #gfriend umji smut #viviz smut #viviz umji smut #umji smut #kim yewon smut

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silentauthor96 · 1 month

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Random Xiaolin Showdown Headcanons: Video Games Edition

Kimiko is merciless in 1st-person shooter styles. And she's even more merciless at online trash talk. The first time the gang watches her actually play online (at an internet cafe), Raimundo has to cover Omi's ears after a few minutes.

Raimundo and Kimiko 2-v-2 (or any number, really) are basically unbeatable in all fighting and shooting games. Impeccable teamwork combined with individual skills and actual battle tactics (no that's not cheating Clay. It's using your resources wisely 😝). Their favorite is to play Smash Bros online with the weakest & weirdest character combos and still absolutely wash their opponents.

The other kids thought giving Omi Nintendogs was a good idea... until he tried to stay up playing for 36 hours straight because "he didn't want his new virtual pets to miss him too much".

They've also learned the hard way that Omi gets easily attached to his game avatars, so they no longer let him play any games where his character might "die" (no matter how many extra lives they might have).

Raimundo once pranked Omi by telling him beating pong would be one of the highest video game achievements ever mastered, and would only be possible for someone with exceptional discipline and focus. 12 hours of pong later Master Fung scolded him for allowing Omi to waste so much electricity.

Dojo is a big fan of mobile style cooking/restaurant games like Cooking Mama. It's mostly the aesthetics that drew him in, but he also likes the calm vibes and the feeling of being a homemaker while not actually having to, you know, move around and cook for people. He can get kinda stressed in the restaurant games when customer orders start backing up and the character design start getting angry though.

Clay is unbeatable at Tetris. No one understands why he's so good. (Tetris is universal. Tetris is eternal. Tetris is, most importantly, widely available. Clay first discovered it on his family's NES, and it's just what he always goes back to in arcades or on consoles because it's always an option, so really it's just because he's played a lot of Tetris.)

Raimundo went through a big Pokémon phase. (He's still a big Pokémon fan but he tries to keep it low-key) He prefers the main RPG games, and hopes his siblings still haven't found his secret stash of favorite cards that he hid before he left.

Raimundo loves Civilization but that's a game for nerds so no one's allowed to know. It also runs better on a full desktop, so he hasn't actually been able to play since leaving Brazil. He really misses it. (He always goes for a culture or science win but is not afraid of a military win if someone tries to start something 😤). (okay, one time he did create a set up of a bunch of European countries for a culture and military take over. See how they like being colonized 😏)

#xiaolin showdown #xiaolin showdown headcanons #raimundo pedrosa #omi #kimiko tohomiko #clay bailey #dojo kanojo cho #actually me

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atomic--peach · 1 year

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Imagine trashing a construction site and getting caught by Prince Nuada, who finds you both impressive and confusing .

Possible multi parter?

You didn’t know exactly what time it was or how long you had been chained to a tree, half exhausted and half starving. The work crew had left around dusk, leaving their bulldozers and two rent-a-cops guarding you after deciding that they didn’t get paid enough to deal with an angry hippie chaining herself to a tree and refusing to move.

In all honestly, this wasn’t exactly what you had planned. But the workers had decided to start a day early, throwing you off your game until you impulsively chained yourself to the thick trunk of the ancient oak tree and prepared yourself for a game of chicken.

It seemed you had won, at least for the moment. But since the guards had confiscated your back pack, all you could do now was wait until morning.

Half dozing, your ear perked up at the sound of movement in the darkness surrounding you. Not an animal, footsteps.

“Who’s there?” You called, throat dry and cracking from dehydration. “I told you I’m not leaving. I can do this all night.”

There was no response, but you could feel a pair of eyes on you.

You drew yourself up, spine popping as you did.

“I know you’re there.”

There was a moment of silence before the figure drew closer, a faint outline now visible in the dark.

“Do you intend to stay here all night?”

It was a man, but his voice was strange. No New York thickness to it, in fact you couldn’t place it at all.

“Yep” You grunted plainly.

“Why?”

You blinked, struck by the question. It wasn’t often you were asked why you did these things, only what you wanted.

“Because it would be wrong to destroy these trees” You insisted, “It’s wrong and I won’t stand for it. You’ve destroyed most of the forests in the state, why can’t you leave this one be?”

“I’m not doing anything” the voice didn’t sound offend, it was almost amused by your anger.

“Oh let me guess” you scoffed. “you’re just doing your job, huh?”

The figure drew closer. “No, I’m not with the humans at all, but I’m curious what you plan to do next ”

“Well, I had a back pack with a bunch of stuff in it to...wait what?”

“What?”

“What does that mean?”

“What?”

“That you’re not with the humans?”

There was a moment of silence before the figure shifted, closer now. He seemed to be examining the chain you had strapped around your torso.

“I can get your backpack, but what are you going to do?”

You decided to ignore the subject change and instead swallowed and wiggled a little. “I was doing to vandalize the bulldozer, slash tires, sawdust in the fuel tank, you know.”

“That will only stop them a short while”

“Long enough to come up with a better plan.” You shot back, “So will you help me or not?”

He hummed, thinking a moment before nodding. “Alright, But you’ll need to get down first”

“Right” you nodded, reaching into your bra to retrieve the key to the pad lock on your stomach and grunted with relief when the pressure of the chains dropped to the base of the tree.

“Now where are the guards?”

“They’re at the metal gate that blocks off the area, I think if we’re quiet maybe we can...”

“You stay here, I’ll only be a minute”

He was gone before you could protest, and back before you could think of a good argument, your heavy back pack over one shoulder. He dropped it on the ground and you unzipped the largest pocket. Everything was still there, including the large metal flashlight on top.

“Okay” you smiled a little, flicking on the light. “Let’s get to work, now I’ll...” You looked up faster than the man could dodge and you froze at the sight of him in the yellow beam.

White as chalk, with silvery hair and golden eyes.

So that’s what he meant.

“Who are you?” you whispered softy. He had turned away from you for a moment, but with a sigh turned back and stared you down, his eyes daring you to say something smart.

“It doesn’t matter”

“It does to me.”

He frowned. “My name is Prince Nuada, Silverlance....”

You blinked a moment, completely blind sided.

When it became clear that you weren’t going to move before he did, he sighed and grabbed your bag, examining it himself before pulling out a large can of hairspray and a lighter.

“What...?”

“It’s for if things get really messy...” you took the can from him. “Really messy”

You shoved it back into the back and instead pulled out a small hatchet, a gallon bag of kitty litter, a can of black spray paint, and a set of black gloves.

“How many times have you done this?” Nuada asked as you pulled on the gloves and tied back your hair tightly.

“Five”

“How many times have you gotten caught?”

You stood up, the spray paint can and the plastic bag in one hand and the hatchet in the other. You handed him the hatchet slowly.

“I’ll get the windows and gas tanks, you slash the tires”

Nuada eyed the hatch, a small smirk forming on his face as he brushed it aside and, from his back, retrieved a short handle spear that seemed impossibly sharp even in the darkness.

“I have my own, thanks.”

You nodded.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever met a human like you.” He noted and you side eyed him.

“Well, with all due respect. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you period.”

Nuada nodded.

You worked quickly, keeping a constant watch for the guards who could show up at any time. You blacked out the windows and gauges on the machinery and funneled debris into the gas tanks, while around you there was a steady chorus of deflating tires.

“Alright” You breathed, “I think that’s all of them.” You turned, trying to find him in the dark but he had vanished.

Shining your flashlight around you sighed and nodded. “Thanks again, whoever you are.”

You had to go, knowing the crew would be coming early, and it was already past midnight. You jogged towards the fence and climbed over, all the while wondering what exactly just happened.

#prince nuada #prince nuada x reader #hellboy imagine

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