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k-femdove · 1 year

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Ruin Me | L.TY

pairing :: sub!omega!Taeyong x dom!alpha!reader and slight kun x reader

warnings :: Professor Taeyong, college student reader, taeyong has a pussy bc he's an omega, the reader has a dick, kissing, slight exhibitionism (door is left open), fingering and oral (ty receiving), two orgasms, using a lava lamp as a dildo, feminization (reader calls taeyong a girl), slut shaming, major degradation, taking photos without proper consent, no aftercare (always do aftercare!!), sex for better grades

word count :: 2.8k

synopsis :: After your affair with Kun, Taeyong tries to confront you. It doesn't go quite the way he expected it to.

playlist link here or listen to gaslighting by onlyoneof

For the first time, Professor Lee Taeyong drew a blank. He was an intelligent man with the wisdom and patience of an elder. No matter what people asked him, Taeyong would have a quick answer.

When his close friend and TA Kun showed up to class with a noticeable limp, Taeyong was concerned.

At first, Taeyong brushed it off as a good night. They were unmated adults, so what was the harm in having a little fun?

The more he thought about it, the less likely it got. Kun isn't the type to fool around like that, especially not before work.

A week passed, and Taeyong's concern grew. Although Kun got better at hiding it, Taeyong saw how he winced every time he moved too much. Not only that, but the limp never seemed to go away. Kun isn't big on sex and isn't in heat, either. They'd have to be fucking like rabbits for him to be sore all week.

Strange, huh? Taeyong sighed, shoving a few papers in his bag, and glanced at the clock. Five hours after his last class. Kun had left a little before that to meet you for tutoring. Speaking of which, how was that going?

Taeyong's stuck uncomfortably as he plays a game of never have I ever with a group of friends: Johnny, Kun, Doyoung, Taeil, Ten- you know, the usual.

Personally, Taeyong did find it a little childish. A bunch of thirty-year-olds getting drunk over a game of “Never Have I Ever” sounded stupid.

At first, the questions were innocent. The drunker they got, the more sexual the questions became.

“My turn!” Says Haechan, Taeil’s little brother. He's the only one that's still attending college.

“Never have I ever... Kissed a student?”

Taeyong frowns. What kind of question was that? They’d never-

Ten laughs and pours himself a shot. Right after he drinks it, he pours another and smiles mischievously.

“I think there's someone else that should drink here.” He says and hands it to Kun, whose eyes are wide with disbelief.

Collective gasps fill the room. Taeyong’s jaw drops.

“Wait, whaaaaat?” Johnny said.

“Kun, don't let Ten defame you like that!” Taeyong exclaims, turning to Kun’s flustered face. “You didn’t, right?”

Instead of denying it, Kun sighs in defeat, taking the shot.

“How’d you know?” He asks.

Ten scoffs. “I didn't even think you were trying to hide it! Your obvious limp, attachment to them, and weekly ‘tutoring’ sessions are all dead giveaways. Their place reeks of strawberries.”

Kun buries his head into his hands, mortified. Taeyong looks around, confused as to why everyone was being so casual about this.

“Hold on, who are you guys talking about?” Haechan asks, now wondering if he knows who they're talking about, but Ten waves him off.

The game is forgotten as the night continues, and everyone becomes wasted. Everyone except Taeyong, that is. Most of the others had gone to sleep, and he was stuck with a drunken Haechan.

“Oh, man.” Haechan groaned, stretched out on the couch. “I can't believe I'm spending my weekend with a bunch of old men.”

Taeyong can't even bring himself to be offended. His mind is already on something else.

You and Kun. Kun and you.

Although he was against it, Taeyong wouldn't report something like that yet. You were both adults, so it technically wasn't wrong. The issue was that it was affecting Kun’s performance. He wasn't as diligent in class and spent way too much time by your side. Taeyong was convinced that you were coaxing Kun into it for better grades, and he was about to put a stop to it.

You smiled as you sat in Taeyong’s office. His smile appeared slightly strained.

You took a look around the office. It was a decent size and relatively neat. Bookshelves lined the blank wall and a miniature lava lamp sat on his desk.

“How are things going with Mr. Qian?” Taeyong asked, starting lightly.

“It’s going great,” you respond honestly. “He's a very thorough teacher.”

Taeyong frowns. He's going to get this confession out of you.

“I see that you have a very nice... relationship.”

You hum in response. “I guess you could say that.”

Silence fills the air and you begin to understand what this is about. Your dismissive expression morphs into something serious. Taeyong grows uncomfortable as your gaze pierces him.

He suddenly becomes hyper-aware of your scent, overpowering his own. The omega in him struggles to ignore the faint smell of mandarin oranges and freshly cut wood, deep and arousing.

Taeyong wants to bang his head on the table. Damn him and his stupid omega body. He continues the questions, eager to get this over with.

“I just don't understand why you need to do this. I feel like it’s more beneficial to study.” He confesses.

Your eyes narrow. “Are you accusing me of sleeping my way through your class?”

Taeyong sighs. There isn't a way to sugarcoat it. “I'm not accusing you...”

“Well, rest assured that I and Mr. Qian’s relationship has nothing to do with my grades.” You say, defending yourself.

Taeyong stands and leans over his desk. “I'm sorry, but there is no reason for you to be doing it otherwise.”

You stand too, leaning closer to him. “Why don't you loosen up a bit, Mr. Lee?”

Taeyong takes a step forward, refusing to back down. All of his professionalism goes out the window. “You have everyone falling at your feet. What could you possibly be doing for all this attention?”

You inch closer, looking him in the eyes. If you were thinking logically, you would've sat down and avoided being kicked out of the class.

“I swear.” He continues, glaring at you. “If you even had the chance to try me, I doubt that you’d earn a better grade.”

You scoff, now centimeters away from his face. “And if I win you over?”

It surprises both of you when Taeyong envelops your lips in a kiss. Just as he realizes what he’s done, you pull him closer, kissing him back. Your hand meets his crotch, and he pulls away quickly, eyes wide in disbelief, but the damage is done.

“I can still leave before this becomes something we’ll both regret.” You tell him.

Taeyong hesitates. He was genuinely curious, and he had two hours before his next class. If he let you do what you were about to, it could provide him with valuable information as to why you were so popular. If it was for research, there wasn't a problem, right?

When you're met with no response, you turn away. You open the door a little before a hand grabs your wrist.

His breath catches in his throat for a few moments, as his mind suddenly goes blank. His face is as red as a tomato, and suddenly, it’s a lot harder for him to stay calm and composed. He tugs on your sleeve as he speaks out, his voice shaking, clearly full of nerves.

“Show me what you can do.” He whispers.

That’s all it takes for you to grab him by the waist and crash your lips against his.

Taeyong whimpers as you unbutton his shirt. You pull away from him, breathing heavily. The door is still cracked open, but that can wait. You know that no one was on this floor of the building around this time. All the other teachers and students had classes.

You sit him in a chair before removing his pants and leaving them on the floor.

“Bend over that desk for me.” You say.

He complies eagerly, knocking over a small cup of pencils. His white panties are positively soaked, turning slightly see-through. Biting your lip, you move closer. Taeyong’s brain goes foggy because fuck, this is happening.

You kneel to grab him and inhale his clothed pussy. He releases more of his scent, driving you crazy.

His scent is mostly tart and fruity blackberries, complimented by husky cedar wood and the floral undertone of bay leaves. It's by far the most masculine scent you've smelled from an omega, but that only makes you more aroused.

Taeyong seems to sense your fascination with his scent and mewls when he feels you nudge your nose against his underwear.

“Eager, are we?” You laugh, slowly taking his panties off.

He whines as you pull them down to his ankles before licking his cunt. His taste is somewhat stronger than his scent if that’s even possible. You don't wait before you slip your tongue into his entrance, tasting his walls. A hand reaches up to rub his clit in small circles.

The sensation lights a fire in Taeyong's stomach, sparks coming off of it in little bursts of pleasure. The contrast between your hot tongue and the cold air of the office makes him shudder.

To your surprise, Taeyong is a moaner. He's so absurdly loud that despite there being nobody on this floor, you wouldn't be surprised if someone heard him.

Replacing your tongue with fingers for a moment, you tut.

“Shush, pretty. People are gonna hear you.”

Getting back to work, you continue to please him. Taeyong flushes, quickly covering his mouth with his hands. He desperately tries to silence his noises, the sound music to your ears. In exchange, you delve deeper, savoring every bit of his nectar. A muffled cry escapes him as he cums around your tongue. You lap up all of his juices, not leaving a single drop.

When you pull away, Taeyong pushes his ass out more. He says a few words you can’t understand, but then it clicks.

“More?” You ask, smirking.

You see what he wants, but you can’t fuck him yourself. It takes much longer to stop cumming when you’re buried deep inside a cunt like his- the body knows you’re trying to breed. You can tell that Taeyong knows this as well.

Halting your actions for a brief moment, you ask him a question.

“Do you have any toys around?”

“No, but...” He starts, then pauses.

“But?” You inquire, wondering what he would say.

“The lamp...”

You turn to your left, eyes landing on the lava lamp sitting on his desk, unbothered.

Taeyong starts to burn up, a blush painting his cheeks.

“I knew the prestigious Mr. Lee was just a desperate slut.” You tease, reaching for the pink and orange lamp.

You slide it between his folds, watching the tip grow wetter as Taeyong leaks in anticipation. A soft gasp escapes his lips once more as reality sinks in. Even knowing what's coming, he can't help but blush again.

The gasps turn into moans when you thrust it in without warning. You slowly fuck him with the top, inching closer to the middle with each thrust. Even though your thrusts are slow, Taeyong can feel the stretch.

Eventually, you reach the middle, the widest part of the lamp. You watch as it disappears inside of him, stretching him open.

As soon as he’s a centimeter past that point, you pull out your dick, dripping with precum. You begin to jerk yourself off before harshly thrusting the rest of the lamp into Taeyong, hitting his G-spot.

The only part of the lamp that isn’t in him is the metal base you use to control the lamp, thrusting it into him.

Taeyong whines as you thrust at a snail’s pace, intentionally missing his sweet spot before pulling out until only the tip remained inside him. You watch in amusement as he desperately tries to fuck himself onto the makeshift dildo.

“Aw, poor baby.” You say mockingly. “Stupid slut will fuck anything, won’t she?”

Taeyong whimpers, shaking his head no. Despite his protests, his hips continued to roll against the lamp, desperate for satisfaction.

“You say no, but your body says otherwise.”

You pull out completely. Tears begin to form in Taeyong’s eyes.

“I suppose that’s all sluts like you are good for.” You say, thrusting the lamp into him mercilessly.

He moans, tears falling from both stimulation and shame, his whole body shaking and quivering from the intense sensations that were running throughout his body. He tried his best to hold in the moans, but the most primal and basic of noises escaped him.

“With a body like that, you could seduce anyone.” You continue as Taeyong’s moans grow louder despite his hands. His body and thoughts are both burning hot, endlessly aroused by your actions.

“That’s why you got the job, right? Sleeping with dozens of old men? Whoring yourself out to students and begging them to fuck your omega cunt?”

Taeyong cries out in humiliation. I’m not a whore! He wants to yell, but arousal pools in his stomach, and slick gushes out every time you degrade him.

You lean over the desk, whispering in his ear. “I could leave you in class like this. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Bent over for all your beloved students to breed you until you're full of hundreds of pups like the cocksleeve you are?”

Just like that, Taeyong is clenching around the lamp, thighs pressing together. He swears that he saw stars when his orgasm hit him, stifling a scream. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over, enveloping him in a burning fire of desire. His climax seems to startle him, a most yelling at the sudden and abrupt feeling.

Pulling the lamp out, it doesn’t take long for you to jerk off at the sight. Taeyong’s whimpers paired with his used body push you over the edge, releasing all over his used pussy with a soft moan. Even though you didn’t fuck him, there was still an absurd amount of cum. You pull his panties up a bit before shooting the remaining sperm into the crotch of his underwear.

Taeyong pants heavily, unable to move from his position. You grab your phone from your pocket, taking a video of the ridiculous scene.

His nameplate is visible, placed next to his ass. “Lee Taeyong, Ph.D.,” it says, written in a fancy font.

You caress his smooth legs, making your way up to his hole before zooming in. He whimpers as you lazily finger your release into his cunt, making sure to get it in deep.

The man sucks in a breath as you pull his cum-soaked panties back on him before flipping him over. After snapping a couple more pictures of his disheveled appearance, the phone is discarded on the table.

You hear a peculiar sound, jerking your head to look at the door. Before you can properly look, Taeyong wraps his arms around your neck, gazing at you with glossy eyes.

“Kiss me. Please.” He pleads, leaning into your touch.

You grab his tiny waist, kissing him in a way that felt much more sensual than anything you’d done earlier. More of his tart scent releases, captivating you.

He practically melts, a shiver going down his spine as he tastes himself on your tongue. He’s never been this needy for someone, and he isn't sure it's a good thing.

Taeyong whines when you pull away. Desperate for your attention, he grinds himself against your now-clothed cock. The cum in his underwear presses uncomfortably against his skin.

“Is my little girl still worked up? What a cockslut.” You tease, hand placed on his thigh. “I'd love to stay longer, but your class is in 20 minutes.”

Taeyong groans in response, nearly fucked dumb. You toss him his pants, not sparing him a second glance. His heart hammers in his chest as you leave, the sudden ache in his legs growing more prominent.

It's nearly midnight, but Taeyong is still wide awake. His fingers moved in and out of his soaked pussy, dirty, wet noises filling the room. He bites down on his dirtied panties to stay quiet, the taste of his slick and your bitter cum spreading across his tongue.

Your degrading words and lustful touch play on repeat in his head, pushing him closer to the edge. He picks up the pace, imagining calloused hands on his smooth skin. The hands groped him all over, treating him as if he were a toy. Your hands are all over his body, feeling him, pleasing him.

Taeyong's eyes are glazed over when he cums at the mere thought of you touching him, his release trickling down his trembling thighs. Still, he plunges his wet digits into his sensitive cunt until he's almost faded. It's only then that he absent-mindedly takes the panties from his mouth, rising with shaky legs to clean himself up in shame.

The next morning, you open your laptop to find your most recent assignment returned to you, an A+ in the place where your B- was the day before.

You really did win him over, didn't you?

#sub!idol #sub!nct #sub!kpop #dom!reader #nct #nct x reader #dove's works 📝#sub!taeyong #sub taeyong #sub idol #sub kpop #taeyong smut #taeyong x reader #nct smut

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princesspuresarahk · 7 months

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Ed Edd n Eddy Fanfic Save Peach Creek

Prologue

It’s been two years after Big Picture show the Eds are friends with the kids of the cul-de-sac after returning from their journey to Eddy's brother's place and finding out bro's true colors with Eddy's confession along with the beating of Johnny n Plank with them now being the outcasts for awhile, but not all was peaches n' cream once everyone returned home to celebrate at Kevin's with sweet jawbreakers. After being gone for a whole day without a word and giving everyone a near terrifying heart attack the parents of the kids confronted them with a thank god you're safe/where on Sam Hill have you kids been?!?!?! scolding them for two hours straight with wanting a very, very, very good ( look me in the eye so I can tell your telling the truth ) explanation from every one of them, they all told/explained what occurred (while keeping certain things out) from the scam that went really to chasing the Eds, to making it to Bro and with the so-called game of ''uncle" to the trailer door slamming into him knocking him out along with Johnny n' Plank arriving late and not giving the eds enough time to explain and tell you the rest, after being straightforward of the whole story the folks we’re happy that their kids were now safe but still rattled with their little disappearance and everyone knew that everyone was going to be sincerely punished for their actions, so during that entire 7th-grade year AND summer.

The punishments Eddy for starters had gotten his lava lamp, disco ball, record player, and electronic devices taken away ( well all except the '' magazines '' that Ed helped hide, but failed to remember the location eventually they found them a week after their punishments were set and come to think of it even Edd n' Eddy couldn't remember where they found them ), but anyway not also that Eddy had to work at his Dad's used car shop on weekends, along with taking therapy counseling at school and to have good grades in class while also having to spend half of the summer at his Grampa's house and a boring three-week trip with his parents before August. For Ed his parents made sure to give him the worst punishment they could come up with after his mom got a really good look at her son's room she made him help do a super all-out cleaning spree (replacing the carpet, walls, the bathroom which means now he's forced to take a shower with actual soup and shampoo and bed replacing it with a platform bed so he won't shove anything under it or else so far Ed kept it clean) while using all of Ed's beloved sponges taking away his tv, monster figurines, half of his comics, along taking the stairs away again, so he had to use a rope ladder if he ever wanted to get breakfast which is another punishment he's allowed toast but no butter and absolutely not a trace of any of gravy at all which hurt the big guy's heart, during school Ed had to take extra tutoring to make good grades too that Double D gratefully helped him along with Eddy too(another part of his punishment) with their parents permission. As for Sarah she also wasn't let off the hook either, her toys and dolls were taken away and wasn't allowed to have treats or desert (Ed too) or see Jimmy unless it was at school, at summer break Ed was sent to boot camp for six weeks plus him and Sarah were sent to their Aunt's place for the rest of July until August ( everyone was let off a little around August as a tiny reward for good behavior, but still grounded ) which was a relief for them as their Aunt was a retentive or to them a neat freak.

Jimmy had his teddy bear, baking oven, and paints, including Mr. yum-yums taken away and wasn't allowed to see Sarah for the same reasons, and part of his summer was having to go to hockey camp for a week (as his father still makes him practice) and visiting relatives in another state. As for Double D our brainy sockhead had his chemistry set taken away, was given extra chores (not did he didn't mind of course)but all his research books, and tools for his inventions that he and his friends made in the past were also reprehended, but the worst part of all was when his parents took his hat away now his secret reveled for the whole world to see, his long scar on his head that he got from the dodge ball accident that happened long before he came to Peach Creek, and it was a little uncomfortable not having his hat on but after a week no one seem to notice the scar at all which made Edd feel better about himself throughout the school year even if he still wishes his hat back, during half of his summer break he mostly spent most of his time either cleaning or read some of his books he was allowed back and did some extra work/studying in preparation for 8th-grade year ( plus the Eds were not allowed to see each other unless at school).

Now comes Nazz who was forced to have her half-bald head exposed as punishment, and all her beauty products were taken away, witched made her hold a grudge against the Eds for a while and a very long silent treatment she gave Kevin for three months as she was still mad about what happened on their adventure, after Christmas she forgave them and her hair had grown fully back around May, but wasn't able to grow fast enough for picture day, which Nazz still doesn't want to talk about, she ended up spending half the summer at her Dad's. Speaking of Kevin, he ended up having his bike and tools which were still destroyed from when the Kankers had taken them away and was to either build a new bike from scratch from the junkyard or would have to walk to school like everyone else, plus his Dad talk to his boss to work part-time at the jawbreaker factory on weekends and his Dad's boss agreed to make sure to have Kevin work so hard until his legs and arms have become noodles, and as extra punishment no sports of any kind at all.

To Rolf he had pretty much miserable punishment for the son of a shepherd wasn't allowed to eat any meant or he would be forced to sleep with Wilfred, to Rolf choose the first option as Wilfred still held a grudge for Rolf when he tried to swat him with a shoe , and was also give extra chores which he was able to get done , even if he lost some weight and strength while doing his chores , he was able to stay strong by eating the beets in his garden, and as for the urban rangers , Rolf, Jimmy , and Johnny were not allowed to see one another unless it involved Urban Ranger duties , which they promised to do which they did and helped fix anything that still needed repair or that was forgotten, since as another part of the punishment the Eds had to repair/clean up the damage they caused in the lane and parts of the cul-de-sac along with some of half the cost of property damage they had to clean up and pay with community service hours , it was hard work but it was accomplished with the kids who came to help out which they didn't mind as they made peace with the Eds, even the Kanker sisters showed up to help despite they didn't do anything wrong and didn't even bother the Eds while doing so , which was kinda odd and as the new school year was beginning they left without a word ( to which a relieve for the Eds even though everyone was still a bit curious about it), but they will find out soon enough .

And last but not least Johnny 2x4, Johnny was placed under house arrest for hijacking a bus that he and Plank had ridden in on his way to Mondo-A-GoGo amusement park where Eddy's brother lives/works (no one has heard a word from him since at the amusement park, even Eddy hasn't heard from Bro when his Mom and dad went to go see him as they did on last Christmas ) anyway back to Johnny, charges were placed for running red lights, driving illegally without a permit and license and endangerment the lives of others, additional charges were added after he assaulted an Officer by using Plank to wack him on the head, after he was caught in his ''Captain Melon-Head/The Gourd " lair which was added to his record, as for Plank Johnny's father had Plank taken away and locked in the shed in his backyard, making Johnny think that Plank has been put in solitary confinement, and during half of Johnny's and Plank's summer doing community service for early parole on good behavior. At the end of August, everyone was finally un-grounded.

sneak peak of Chapter 1 “PARTY TIME boys!''

reply what you think will happen next?

#eene fanfiction #eene au #big picture show au #ed edd n eddy

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innytoes · 1 year

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One Line, Any Fic

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people!

I was tagged by @legolasghosty, thank you! It was fun to look back on the fics I’ve written.

Tagging @daintyduck99, @invisibleraven, @jatp-spinsb, @floating-in-the-blue, @astorytotellyourfriends and anyone else who wants to do it.

How To Survive The Holidays (when you're dating your friend's dad)

In the living room, Luke was trying to subtly shake all the boxes under the tree.

we found love in a hopeless place (that is, a dumpster)

“You all do,” Ellie said happily. “Except Alex, though he ate the anchovies slice, so his breath kind of stinks.”

Strings, Taste, Music, Fate

“So I was thinking of taking Alex to this museum,” he was saying, juggling several tubes of pringles while Reggie tried to decide on a flavour.

Heaven is a place on earth

“You have to admit he does look very cute, though,” she says, just to mess with her a little. “Your father had a leather jacket when we met…”

How to Find Love on a Kinky Hookup App in Ten Easy Steps (Not sure if this one counts since I can’t remember if Ren or I wrote this bit)

"Are you sexting on the bus?" he asked sternly.

Six Ways To Say I Love You

The plan to go to Pride together wasn’t so much a plan as just the logical conclusion of the past year.

Fucked Up A Perfectly Good Statue Is What You Did (look at it, it’s got anxiety)

Which usually meant Alex stayed quiet and stared at Willie’s lava lamp until he was done, but sometimes he’d read out loud from Willie’s books while Willie rested his head in Alex’ lap and Alex played with his hair.

Envelope Day

“When I came home, they were already yelling at each other about my results,” he whispered, trying not to stumble over his words.

Breanna and the Phantoms

“Dammit, Parker, there’s no such thing as witches,” Long Haired Guy said.

Let’s Go Steal A Protégé

“Working on my crime scrapbook,” they replied, holding the picture next to three rolls of washi to see which one they liked best.

And a special bonus WIP one for the still unnamed Foster Care AU

“It’s not a real sleepover without…” he squinted at the cover. “Are You A Sunset Or A Sunrise and Five Signs He’s Just Into You For Your Animal Crossing Island.”

#tag game #I am writing a thing #julie and the phantoms #I wrote a thing #not me staring at the little 16 after jatp on my ao3 and wondering when the hell that happened #no pressure to the tagged of course!

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askfordoodles · 2 years

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Stray speedrun tips/steps for the bigger areas

Just the minimum necessary steps to do in some of the more non-linear parts, where it’s easy to get overwhelmed. !THIS ASSUMES YOU HAVE ALREADY PLAYED THE GAME ONCE AND KNOW THE PLOT, BTW!

(Loading times and pausing doesn’t count, but the dialogue and unskippable cutscenes do (as well as restarting checkpoints). Spam the next/end buttons when you can and always run when possible)

When reaching the Slums and after talking to the guardian:

* You don’t need any cans, don’t waste time locating them.

* Go to the roof to locate the 3 Outsider apartments (where the notebooks are)

* On your way, startle the guys to drop the paint can on the ground. (you don’t need to pick the detergent yet, but you can do that now if you want)

* Hit the 3 apartments in whichever order...

- Clementine’s book is easiest, it’s just next to the computer.

- Doc’s (in the library) is in a safe hidden behind a stack of books that you jump on to topple over. The keys to the safe are close by with a note attached.

- Zbaltazar ’s apartment is reach from above, get on top it and disable the fan to drop down into it. The notebook is hidden in one of the box stacks, so just jump on them to knock them over and reveal it. Exit by scratching/pulling the curtain.

* Go up to Momo with all 3 notebooks to get the transceiver and progress straight away.

The Slums 2nd visit:

*Don’t run too far ahead when following Momo, he’ll pause his already slow walk if he can’t find you.

* In Seamus’ apartment give him Doc’s notebook (Momo just gave you).

* Locate the keypad hidden behind one of the small paintings reachable when on the counter. The code is always 2511.

* Jump onto highest shelf on the left and knock down the box to reveal the Broken Tracker.

* When you receive the tracker run outside to get the detergent (if you didn’t already) and trade it for the Cables.

* Give the Cables to Grandma to get the Poncho.

* Scratch on Elliot’s door to be let in and find him upstairs.

* Give him the Poncho and then the Tracker.

* Bring the Fixed Tracker back to Seamus in his apartment.

* Follow Seamus (again, don’t run too far ahead) to progress.

(The Antvillage doesn’t require sidequests except ascending to the top, speaking to Zbaltazar on the way.)

Midtown quests:

* Run straight to Clementine’s apartment, top floor.

* Show her the photo of her friends.

* Talk to her again (in the other room) to get a note for Blazer (guy with bomber jacket and gold chains)

* On your way back, knock the cameras down. All 3 are accessible from the same (middle) floor.

* Pickup the music tape from the now grateful dancers.

* Run to the bar and into the back room to knock the crate onto the sleeping worker.

* (while the worker takes his sweet time getting back to work) Run to the clothing store and insert the tape.

* Grab the vest while the owner is distracted.

* Run back to the worker waiting by the hat-store and jump in the box (and wait for the slacker to come carry you inside).

* Steal the hardhat in the window and open the latch to the side to escape.

* Run toward the NECO factory (check the road-sign logos if unsure of direction) to find Blazer (guy reading newspaper)

* Give him Clem’s note - then immediately vest and hardhat.

* Jump in box to eventually progress to factory area.

Factory atomic battery puzzle:

* Activate the moving desk and make it follow you toward the fenced off left area.

* Jump on it to reach the second robot desk thingy and activate it.

* Pull the lever to free you both.

* Guide the desks to the floor-buttons on the sides (leave the one closest to the exit free.

* Roll the barrel onto the final button and grab the battery.

Midtown (2nd visit)

* Run straight to Clem’s apartment (be careful of the drones now)

* Read her note to get a clue scavenger hunt:

- Interact with the lava lamp on the top shelf in the kitchen.

- Mannequin in the bathroom.

- Incense burner in the middle of living room.

- The purple crystal in the attic-space, accessed by pulling down a hanging cloth to access a drawer to jump onto.

(be careful when exiting the apartment, it is possible for the patrolling drone to see you through the window while still in the kitchen)

* Run into the alleyway to the right of the danceclub.

* Jump onto the far left dumpster and run right, past the joyful purple guy to reach a guy in a window.

* Talk to window-guy to be let in.

* Immediately grab yellow drink on the bar in front of you.

* Give guy holding a lever the Drink to swap.

* Put lever on the contraption next to the DJ and use it.

* Immediately jump onto the now lowered platform and wait till it is raised again.

* Go to the right and push leftmost and rightmost buttons to make a walkway.

Minor tips for the Jail section:

Most of it is fairly straightforward, but frustrating because you have to wait a lot for Clementine’s slow-ass sneaking.

For the double sentinel trap part, I suggest having both doors open and wait just inside of the trap. Meow to get them alert (yellow) and then quickly run out though the other side and close that gate. Then run back and close the gate they entered through while they’re still investigating the noise source. (if you get them in the red and they chase you they’ll usually be too fast and escape before you can close the doors)

It’s tempting to rush this part, but trust me you’ll lose way more time by failing to do the perfect tokyo-cat-drift and repeatedly restarting.

Also note: Barrels are not you only hiding option; they can’t see you very well in the tall grass (but it won’t protect you from shots.

Final note: Don’t waste time trying to start the train before running all the way back and putting the battery in first.

#stray #stray game #stray (game)#stray (2022)

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kira-7 · 1 year

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Tagged by @gottaread2 @hbdttg and @esperata 💖💖💖 thank you guys!!!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

I'm still here, Fate: the winx saga, rivusa, completed

Heavy footsteps were approaching, shadows hidden by the night became more and more threatening.

Devotion plan, Gotham, nygmobblepot, completed

A throbbing pain in his head made Oswald open his eyes, but it was dark around him, there was no light source. Where was he?

Eternal rivals eternal lovers, Hetalia, FrUK, completed

Hands shaped the nation’s sides, while England put an arm over his eyes not to look. Shortness of breath did not allow him to tell France to stop.

What has hands but cannot clap?, Gotham, nygmobblepot, WIP

Gotham had changed a lot in those ten years, meanwhile he was locked up in Arkham, yet it was still the same when viewed from a certain angle. It didn’t take long to regain control and be The Riddler again. Great Scott!

Trapped, Good Omens, ineffable Husbands, WIP, tw!!!

He wandered around the house, his long hair was dull and full of knots, his eyes vacant and surrounded by deep dark circles; the man was unable to recover from the pain of the loss and, even more, he was unable to sleep because he couldn't do it without the other man's presence.

Anything for Martin, Gotham, nygmobblepot, WIP

The surreal silence of Gotham’s wet streets was interrupted by the rhythmic noises of a figure moving in the shadows, lit only by the faint lights of the street lamps. The figure knew very well that no one would ever touch them, because it would be trouble for anyone who dared to twist a single hair of theirs.

Best home, Good Omens, ineffable Husbands, WIP

It started, as it would've ended, with a garden. Specifically, it was a park, where a costume party was taking place and a boy, dressed as a knight, had remained on the sidelines to observe. But he was joined by another child after he made a prank.

How to love a vampire, crossover Fright Night x Twilight, Aro/Peter Vincent, WIP

The room was completely dark, except for a spotlight which pointed to a man with long hair, mustache, goatee and two cross tattoos on the sides of his neck; he moved his hands in a theatrical way, as if he had the situation under control, and in fact it was so. He could hear the breaths held by his audience, the frantic beating of their hearts, the whole theater was full of adrenaline's smell.

Wait for me, Vile Bodies (Bright Young Things), Miles/Ginger, completed

Miles stared at him, the candlelight shadowing his face, a shame according to Ginger. He reached out to caress Miles’ cheek, rubbing his thumb against the other man’s cheekbone.

Somebody to die for, Good Omens, ineffable Husbands, WIP

I am a demon, one of the oldest, my name was Crawly, but I decided to changed it to Crowley, I liked it more. I didn't experience the Rebellion or the Fall, I was born after them, in a pool full of lava, I can't say it was like a sauna, totally different, totally... Mph not my favourite.

I... I don't know who to tag, mostly because I don't know who played this game already 🙈 so this time, I pass, but whoever sees this and didn't do it already, but wants to, feel yourself tagged 💖

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Hal's Big Birthday Bang (Feb. 2023)

*Archive Edition* Previously only linked to AO3, full work now available under the cut.

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Rating: Explicit

Additional Tags: Drinking, Group Sex, Multiple Partners, Multiple Orgasms, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Impact Play, Alien Sex, Alien Biology, Canon Divergence, (Katma is Always Alive/We Don't Do That Here)

Hal's friends get together at Guy's bar for a very special celebration. At first they play nice and take turns, and then it turns into a gangbang.

Hal awakens to the sensation of the mattress dipping and shifting. A very heavy body is getting comfortable next to him. The ring gives no warning and he doesn’t feel threatened.

“You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips,” a familiar tenor softly sings next to his head.

It’s a goddamn shame Guy doesn’t do karaoke anymore because the man can really sing. Not that Hal will tell him that. His head would get so big he’d get stuck inside the bar.

“Get out,” Hal grumbles.

“There’s no tenderness like before in your fingertips,” Another voice carries from behind the closet door. This one cannot sing.

“You’re trying hard not to show it,” the third voice lilts from behind the bedroom door. Hal sits up, opening his bleary eyes and squinting in the harsh morning light.

“Baby!” The three cry as the closet and bedroom door bang open simultaneously. Kyle dances his way out of the closet and John struts in through the door.

“But baby believe me I know it!” They sing into their glowing green microphones.

Hal sighs. “Top Gun is the Navy,” he mutters, picking at the pilling blanket. He knows they know. They don’t care. They’re gonna do the whole song.

———

“We are not draping everything in black, Kyle! Fuck's sake!”

“C’mon it’s funny!”

“He’s not even that old! I’m not that old! We’re not dead!”

“Fine, fine. What’s the plan then, chief?”

Guy lifts apple boxes onto the table in front of them. He pops the lids off revealing a bunch of decorations; old-timey cars, records, 8-tracks, beads, animal print and neon colors.

“It looks like the 70’s threw up in here,” Kyle says, scrunching up his face.

“Wow,” says John as he turns items over reverently in his hands, “You got everything but the wood paneling!”

“No way. This is—“

“Awesome!” John cuts Kyle off as he holds up a lava lamp.

“It is awesome!” Guy agrees.

“No. No way.” Kyle crosses his arms.

“Ugh! Yes, way! I made centerpieces!”

John snorts.

“What?” Guy demands.

“Nothing, man.”

“What?”

“How did you get to thirty before you realized you were gay?”

“Shut.” Guy snaps his thumb and middle finger together, forgetting to finish his sentence. He’s glowing red all the way to the tips of his ears.

“Why all the retro stuff? Are you trying to make Hal feel old?” Kyle asks.

“He’s fifty!” Guy exclaims as explanation.

“Okay?”

“He’s an antique! These are all antiques!”

“So the party theme is Getting Railed at Pee-paws House?”

John guffaws.

“You know what. Fuck you guys. Do whatever you want. I’m gonna finish the cake.”

“You decorate cakes now?” John asks, wiping his eyes.

“I have always done this stuff! Nobody appreciates me!” Guy stamps his feet and disappears into the kitchen.

“Alright,” John says, thumbing through the records, “A lot of this stuff is…”

“Yeah.”

“The music is great. And the lava lamp stays.”

“I can live with that.”

“Oh yeah,” John drums his fingers together, “It’s all coming together.”

——

For the first time in many years, all of the shutters are drawn on the windows of Warrior’s Metro. CLOSED FOR PRIVATE EVENT reads the sign on the door. As if the eight foot bouncer in the biggest hoodie ever made wasn’t enough of a deterrent.

Kilowog is not enjoying the planet’s cold, temperamental weather. Everything is wet. It’s quickly getting dark and as the darkness grows so does the cold. It’s making him lonely. Where on Earth is Hal. Late to his own shindig. Poozer.

—

At 9pm all of the guests are milling about. All the guests except for the Man of the Hour. Guy had conscripted Kyle and John to rearrange all of the furniture so that the VIP couches were front and center and al of the tables were pushed to the walls. Dinah and Ollie lounged across one side of an L-shaped leather couch. On the opposite side, Jess perched on the edge of the seat and fidgeted. She twisted her hair around her fingers as Dinah shared some of her favorite No Shit, There I Was stories. Ollie smiled, hands in his lap as he watched the two women flirt with each other.

Guy and John are watching Simon lift the hood of beautifully restored 69 Impala that’s parked where the VIP couches used to be. The dim, interior light sparkles off of the frost green paint and chrome.

Simon sets the hood prop and the two men beside him make noises of appreciation. A fully restored, big block V8 topped with a four barrel carb sits gleaming at the center of the enormous engine bay. A man-sized emerald green bow is wrapped around the roof.

John puts his hand on Simon’s shoulder, “So, for my birthday…” They all laugh and elbow each other playfully.

Guy points at the big gap between the floor and the under-carriage, “Awful lot of clearance. Did you lift it?”

Simon lights up and walks circles around his lovingly built gift, “Ok, so all of the upgrades are mostly invisible. The body and the powertrain are all old-school. We got disc brakes now, we got coil over suspension, and adjustable ride height. She’s built to drive.”

“Drive??” Guy balks, “I’d keep this thing under glass!”

“Hal’s gonna freak out. “John grins as he lightly touches the edge of the carburetor. “I’m freaking out.”

—

Carol chooses to lean on the bar next to Kyle; the closest thing to a quiet spot.

“Not a car guy?”

“I can appreciate it.”

“Me too. I love to drive. I love my M3, but I’m no mechanic.”

“I don’t know what that is,” Kyle laughs with a big shrug.

“That black car I picked you up in.”

“Oh yeah,” Kyle leers, “I remember the backseat pretty good.”

They’re interrupted as Guy does a practiced one hand leap over the bar top instead of using the swing door. “Hal still not here?”

“Still nothing,” Ollie shouts from the couch. “I texted him twice.”

——

In Hal’s apartment, the dishes sit “soaking” in the sink. Three outfits are laid across the back of the couch. Keys, wallet, and phone are waiting on the end table. Netflix replays three suggested previews as the comedy special Hal turned on several hours ago has ended. Hal is crosslegged on the corner seat, head tipped back and snoring loudly. He was almost ready three hours ago when a grey tabby cat came to the window to visit.

“Still alive?” The cat had said in his cantankerous fashion. His way of wishing Happy Birthday. When Hal sat down to change his socks, the cat demanded to sit in his lap. Just for a few minutes. And then the purring began.

——

“Where’s Katma?” Carol asks.

“By now,” John checks his watch, “She’s passed out in her massage chair. Trust me she has been looking forward to having the house to herself.”

“She’s comfortable with all of this?”

“Oh yeah! We’ve hosted a few visitors in our younger days.”

“Oh? Have you ever brought Hal home?”

John takes a tactful sip of his drink. How does one say, No, sorry. My wife thinks the love of your life is whiney and butt-ugly. He chooses to fib a little, “Katma prefers the company of another woman.”

“She does?” Kyle says, loud and suspicious. “Man, I never would’ve guessed.”

When Carol turns away to give Kyle ‘The Eyebrow’, John looks at him over her head. His mouth presses into a long line as his eyes widen and his head tilts.

“Hey if one’s good two are better!” Kyle offers a high-five and John slaps their palms together. Carol shakes her head and sips her drink.

——

A loud, pathetic shout from above snaps Kilowog out of his thoughts. Something human-shaped and glowing green is rocketing towards him. He makes a construct clone of his own hand with his ring to catch the incoming UFO.

“Oof,” the figure says on impact.

“Jordan!” Kilowog’s ears wiggle with so much excitement it knocks the hood off of his head. Hal sits up in the glowing green hand, trying to smooth his windblown hair. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

Hal looks up at the red streak trailing across the sky, “If only you knew.”

Kilowog sets Hal down gently and immediately pulls him into a Bolovaxian bear hug. He sets Hal down again and shoves him towards the door, “C’mon, poozer you’re late. Everyone’s waiting on you.”

Hal turns to make a snarky retort but when Kilowog’s big hand connects with his ass in a playful slap, well, he’d never admit to the sound he made.

——

The bells on the door jingle and everyone turns. The room bursts into shouts of joy and Hal’s name. Hal can’t remember the last time a roomful of people were actually happy to see him. Jess and Simon use their rings to get to him first and then the dogpile begins. There’s so much chatter, so much gentle patting and touching his grown-out hair. It’s all he can do to try and return each touch, each peck on the cheek as he feels himself choking up a little.

“All right, all right let the man breathe!” Guy shouts over the din, taking Hal’s hand and guiding him fully into the bar. “Can’t even walk in the door! C’mon, siddown, everybody sit, sit, sit!”

The group takes seats all around the makeshift conversation pit. Kilowog shakes out his damp hoodie and hangs it on a peg on the wall. He sits gingerly on one of the cushions, surprised that it doesn’t yield under his weight.

“Who’s drinking?” Guy asks, now behind the bar. Everyone raises their hands and Guy starts counting shot glasses.

“Oh, it’s time!” John says, leaping over the back of the couch.

“Time for what? John?” Guy asks, mid-pour.

Using his ring, John builds a little DJ booth. A pair of glowing green headphones appear on his head. The apple box full of vinyl records appears from within the booth somewhere.

“Is that all you’re hiding in there, buddy?” Kyle asks with a suggestive eyebrow.

John merely returns the expression as an enormous green disco ball forms on the ceiling. As the bar lights up with the sparkling disco ball, “Funkytown” begins to play.

Guy passes out the first round of shots. The conversation is flowing and while Hal doesn’t speak much, he’s at the center of the group, smiling and laughing. When Guy planned this whole party, he kinda forgot that Hal gets shy in crowds. That might become a problem.

“So, any particular reason you’re secluding yourself over here? Guy asks John after he walks his drink over.

“Just not interesting in listening to Ollie talk about himself. And Dinah’s tits are distracting me. I should be looking at Hal’s tits, but he hasn’t gotten them out yet.”

“Ah, that��s an easy problem to solve. Hal’s tits will distract Ollie.”

“Right.”

“So we just gotta get em out.”

“Exactly.”

“I should’ve had you plan this thing.”

“I tried.”

“You’re right. I got carried away. Lemme go fix this.” Guy struts over to where Hal is seated. Leaning over the back of the couch, he sticks his hand right down the front of Hal’s shirt.

“What are you doing?” Hal squeaks, laughing yet indignant.

“Getting your tits out.”

“Yeah!” Kyle hollers.

“Wh..wa—?” Hal sputters.

“John wants to see some tits, Hal. Let’s get this party started.”

“Yeah!” Dinah agrees. “Tits! Tits! Tits!” She chants, thumping her fist rhythmically on the table.

“Don’t stretch my shirt you horndog!” Hal gripes.

“Tits! Tits! Tits!” John joins in, clapping. He starts fading in the next song, “You Sexy Thing”.

“Hold on!” Hal says between peals of laughter, “Hold on! I’m not even drunk yet.”

“Here you go,” Ollie hands Hal his shot.

“Okay, shots, then tits.” Hal offers. The group cheers and picks up their glasses. They clink them together, raise them to John at the DJ booth, and throw them back. That’s definitely the expensive stuff, Hal realizes as it barely burns. His cheeks flare, however, as his friends all stare expectantly. He gets his fingers on the top button of his shirt, right at the collar. He fumbles, sweating under the hungry gazes. He manages to get the first one undone, breathing a little faster. He starts to struggle with the second one.

“You button up to your eyeballs like a schoolboy. This is gonna take forever!” says Ollie.

“Be nice, you’re gonna scare the tits away!” says Dinah.

“I can’t!” Hal surrenders. “Somebody go first!”

“Okay!” Kyle says and flings his t-shirt into the distance.

“Yay, tits!” Dinah and Jess cry in unison, scooting over to fondle Kyle’s chest. Kyle drapes his arms over the couch to give them room to sidle up.

“Want some help?” Guy asks, breath hot on Hal’s ear.

“Yeah,” Hal says, taking Guy’s hands and bringing them to the button at his throat.

“Playing favorites again!” John accuses from across the room.

“That’s n-not…” Hal stutters as a second pair of hands starts undoing his belt and untucking his shirt.

“I know I’m your favorite,” Carol croons playfully.

“Bullshit!” says Ollie.

“Why don’t we have a little contest?” Kilowog speaks up. He’s holding a glass bottle, comparable to any liquor bottle, but dwarfed by his hands. Everyone turns to listen except for Guy and Carol who are rapidly divesting Hal of his button-up and undershirt. “Why don’t we all take turns? Then we’ll see who Hal likes the most.”

Hal eyes widen at Kilowog’s proposal. “Is that how you partied on your planet, big guy?”

Kilowogs grin is predatory, “You’ve never partied with me.” He offers Hal the bottle. Hal stands up, takes the bottle but before he can drink it, Kilowog warns, “That’s not just any fizzy kiddie drink there, Jordan. It’s an…” his ears wiggle as he searches for a word that will translate, “Aphrodisiac. Bolovaxian mating can be…taxing. This will help you out.”

Hal grins and takes a swing from the bottle. The liquid is thick and warm. The taste is sour and sickly-sweet all at once. He feels it squirm all the way to his stomach. He feels his whole body flush and a rush of arousal nearly takes him off of his feet. “So. Who’s first?”

“That’d be me,” Simon says before the arguing starts. “I wanna give you my gift first.”

“Oh! Okay,” Hal says as he’s grabbed by the belt loops and dragged towards the Impala. Hal’s eyes rake over the beautiful car in its classic green color, the big engine, the SS on the grille, the enormous green bow on the roof. “Wait, this whole car? For me?”

“Happy Birthday, Hal.” Simon crowds Hal against the driver’s side door, pins him there with his hips.

“I didn’t realize you were, uh, into men?”

“Nah, just you. There’s just something…” Simon trails off as he leans in to kiss Hal. There’s a flash of green behind the steering wheel and the car roars to life. The loping rumble of the performance camshaft turning rocks the vehicle as well as the two men leaning on it. The engine revs once, and the smell of gasoline assaults Hal’s memories—racing on the dirt road behind the school, his first time with his high school girlfriend in the backseat, his first time cruising when he lived off base. And then it stops. His hands cling to Simon’s shoulders and the door handle digs into his back.

“But…”

“Sometimes less is more,” Simon leaves Hal with a kiss on the cheek and presses a set of keys into his palm.

“Yeah,” Hal smiles, closing his fingers around the keys and pressing them against his heart. “Thank you,” he says softly, his shoulders rolling forward as he bites his lip. He looks up at Simon through his lashes, big doe eyes sparkling and Simon thinks, “Yeah, whatever that is, that’s it.”

“Do a sexy pose for us on your new ride!” Says Ollie, holding his phone up.

“No way!” Hal says, throwing his arms wide to body block the classic car in its perfect condition. “I’m not scratching the paint.

“Take your pants off!” Jess suggests.

“Yeah Hal, take em off!” shouts Guy.

“As the guy who did the body work,” Simon offers with a shrug, “Can’t scratch the paint of you’re naked.”

“Take it off!” Dinah starts a chant and quickly has the whole group in synch.

“Alright, alright,” Hal says to his little crowd as he starts to slide his belt out of the loops, “You want me to take it off?”

“Yeah!” They answer.

“Do you?”

“Yeah!” They shout louder. Hal rips the belt the rest of the way off, spinning it over his head before tossing it towards his friends.

Jess leaps to the front to catch it. “This means I’m next!!” She hollers.

Hal carefully sits on the front fender as he slides his pants off. He plants his hands and fully pulls himself onto the hood. From the DJ booth, he can hear “Here I Go Again” play from the construct speakers. Guy and the girls whistle and jeer and Hal groans.

“I’m gonna dent this thing,” Hal mutters.

“You are not that heavy,” says Carol.

“I’m like, two-ten,” Hal whines.

“Yeah all up top,” says Guy, “Just keep your big hooters off’a there!”

“I’ll hold ‘em up,” Kyle offers, making grabby hands.

“Just set ‘em right here,” John says, patting his own face.

“No! No! No!” Jess shouts, playfully swatting all three of them in succession with the belt, “I’m next!”

“I think we can all play together,” Dinah says, sidling up to Jess and taking the belt from the shorter woman’s hands, “Very,” she folds the belt over and snaps it, “Nicely.”

Jess giggles and Kyle barks.

“C’mon gorgeous, show us what you got,” Ollie croons, holding his phone up and hitting record.

Hal grins, blood humming from Kilowog’s concoction. Dinah and Ollie are the only two people here that have any idea he can dance at all much less still do splits at his age. He rolls seductively, tossing his har as he channels his middle school crush with every move. From the first effortless split across the hood his cheering friends are quickly reduced to lustful silence. If it weren’t for the Bolovaxian liquor in his veins he might feel intimidated. He very slowly works his underwear off and tosses them at his friends. Jess’ hand flashes out at light speed to catch those as well. He strikes a few more poses, carefully hiding the goods from his enraptured audience until the song ends.

He slides his tits and belly down the front of the car, balancing on the grille. He beckons Jess over with curled finger. She floats over to him, hovering above the floor so their faces are level. He grabs her chin and pulls her into a slow kiss.

Jess is already pulling her clothes off. She’s not sure where this courage to do what she’s planning to do in front of anyone is coming from but Hal is hot and naked and willing and she doesn’t want to waste a second thinking about it.

She pushes Hal’s shoulders until he’s lying on his back. She drinks in the sight of him, really sees him, and he is beautiful. There’s no uniform to barely hide the angles and arches of his body, no mask to hide the molten bronze of his lovely eyes. She runs her hands slowly down his body, following the trail soft hair over his chest, his belly, and below where his thick cock rests against his hip. Every inch of him is in perfect proportion, every tapered muscle, every plane and curve, each patch of tawny hair, just the right amount softness at his chest and hips.

Hal’s chest. She finally has her hands on her prize, she squeezes gently and Hal’s head tips back as he lets out a soft sigh. She can’t resist anymore. She shoves her face between his pecs and smashes his lovely tits into her face. She can’t hold in the moan. His gentle laugh rumbles through her body and when she looks up he’s smiling. Its like the light of a thousand stars. She doesn’t ever want to see him sad again.

She feels his hands cup her breasts as he sits up. She watches his belly flex with the pure core strength and she can feel her own wetness drip. He presses his face gently between her breasts and returns the gesture, licking and biting his way to her neck. She smells so good, and the scent of her arousal is making him dizzy. Its been a long time since he’s gotten this hard this fast.

“Can we…can we just—“ she asks as she rocks her hips against his. He grabs her hips and guides himself in. “Hal,” she groans as she pusher her hair out of her face. She drapes her arms around his neck, touches his hair, his , face, his shoulders. “Hal fucking Jordan,” she sighs as she rocks her hips faster. She runs her fingertips all over his body, like she can’t believe he’s real. Sitting in his lap at this angle, every stroke is dragging against her clit, the subtle curve of his cock hitting every sensitive place, over and over.

Hal watches her work herself on his dick, grinning. He’s glad he can feel her pulsing already because Kilowog’s little gift has him ready to pop like a teenager. She’s so wet her pussy squelches every time their hips slap together and she’s leaving his lap a soaking mess. Hal runs his hands over her petite body, appreciating with his hands her tiny waist, thick thighs, her little heart shaped face, her full bottom lip gripped between her teeth as lovely mewls escape her throat. He softly grasp her swaying breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples. Her head falls back as she grabs his wrists, moaning his name.

She’s clenching so tight, Hal looses it, cums inside her, filling her up. His back arches and he throws a hand back to steady himself. He can feel his whole body heat up, flushed with orgasm and embarrassment and somehow that’s even more arousing.

Suddenly Jess stops, body clenching and shivering. “Wow,” she whispers and huffs out a laugh.

“Yeah,” Hal says.

“Oh geez,” she cups her hands around her face so all she can see is Hal, “Um, Happy Birthday, I guess?”

“Hell yeah,” Hal grunts, fighting to sit up, “Let’s make this a new tradition.” He gives her another kiss on the lips and she strokes his face with her fingertips.

Jess’ body glows as she floats off of Hal, feet hovering just above the ground. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“Been there,” Carol and Kyle say together and share a laugh.

“I think I need a second,” Hal says, throwing his arm over his eyes. He feels so warm, his whole body is tingling.

“You sure about that?” John asks, glancing at Hal’s raging erection.

“Is this normal?” Hal asks Kilowog, a little alarmed. Wide-eyed, Kilowog tears his eyes away from Hal’s crotch and nods vigorously. “Shit,” Hal hisses. His pulse pounds in his ears.

A big, warm hand slides up Hal’s leg. “How much you think you can handle?” Guy asks, licking his lips.

“Anything,” Hal answers, “Everything.”

“Let’s test that out,” Carol says, taking Hals hand.

“Hey,” Guy growls. He grips Hal’s thigh, making him moan.

“Now now,” Dinah says, patting Guy’s shoulder, “Ladies first.”

“Nice,” Ollie mutters, following Hal as he lets Carol lead him to the couches, still recording with his phone.

“Bullshit,” Guy grumbles.

“Easy padawan,” John says, “Let them ride him hard and we’ll put him away wet.” John nods slowly. Kyle grins and nods slowly too. Guy pouts. Kilowog takes a swig from the bottle he brought.

Hal drops easily onto the couch. He lays on his back, legs spread wide as he strokes himself.

“Look at you. You already know what you want, don’t you my little slut?”

“I do,” Hal nods. He pulls one of his knees up to his chest and pleads with his eyes.

“Oh alright,” Carol says as her Star Sapphire uniform appears. Glowing pink bands appear around her hips and Hal starts to pant. “Since it’s your birthday I won’t make you beg for it.” She smiles indulgently, stroking his leg before she wraps it around her waist. She sinks her warm, fleshy construct into Hal’s body; a perfect fit, as always.

Dinah sits next to Hal’s head and she runs her nails along his scalp, making him shiver and moan. “He loves being the center of attention doesn’t he?” she asks Carol.

“He certainly does,” Carol pants with her steady rhythm. She can feel Hal tighten up already, can feel his back starting to arch. Dinah puts her hands on Hal’s chest and spreads her knees on either side of his head.

“God, yes,” Hal sighs as he grabs her hips and pulls her cunt to his mouth. Dinah groans, licking a trail down Hal’s belly. She teases the tip of his cock with her tongue to feel him moan against her clit.

“Fuck, he’s good at that,” she says, looking up at Carol and Carol nods in agreement. Dinah sprawls out on top of Hal, leaning forward to lap at Carol’s clit as she fucks into Hal, then back to teasing Hal’s cock again.

“Don’t stop, please, please,” Hal pants, breath hot against Dinah’s body.

“Think you can hold it till we sing happy birthday?” Dinah asks.

“Oh, fuck,” is Hal’s answer.

“We need a candle,” Ollie says, setting his phone up on some kind of stand.

“On it,” John says, conjuring one with his ring and holding it nearby.

Carol fucks him harder as they all start to sing. Time seems to slow as Hal grasps the base of his cock like he has any chance of holding out against Carol’s practiced assault and Dinah’s vicious tongue. She knows exactly how he likes it and his body wants so badly to fold. His friends voices are an incomprehensible blur. Countless hands begin to roam his body making him jump and quiver. “Please,” he begs, “It’s so good.”

“Happy Birthday,” they all drag out the last line, Dinah takes Hal fully into her mouth and sucks hard, “to you!”

Hal shrieks as hot wax pours onto his chest from John’s candle. A galaxy bursts behind his eyes as his orgasm tears through his body. Dinah lifts herself up, sits back, and resumes petting Hal’s sweaty hair.

“Fuck,” Hal eeps out a shuddering groan. He reaches up to grab John’s wrist, pulling the candle towards his face. He blows out the flame and everyone applauds. Carol pulls out and pats his thigh. Hal slides off of the couch onto his knees, grabbing for John’s fly.

“I think I know what you wished for,” John says, grinning.

“Shh, if you say it, it won’t come true.”

“Well, that’s a waste. You’re getting fuckin drilled either way, buckeroo,” Guy crows as he throws his shirt one way and his pants the other. Kyle facepalms so hard it echos.

With shaking hands, Hal finally get’s John’s cock out. He gives it a long, slow lick from base to tip. “Take this off,” Hal says, pushing John’s shirt up. John obliges, slowly disrobing as Hal watches his hard body appear inch by inch.

John toes his shoes and socks off, casting them aside. Fully naked, he gets a solid grip in Hal’s hair, “Look at me,” he commands and Hal locks his eyes on John’s, “Good boy.” Hal’s moan turns into a gag as John relentlessly fucks his throat.

Piles of clothes hit the floor. More hands roam Hal’s body. Someone grabs his cock, and fuck, he’s hard again. His mind is a haze of arousal. He feels like he could do this for days. His heart pounds and every touch is electric. He can hear groans, sighs, his own name. The smell of sweat and sex fills the air like a thick fog. His fingers thud along every dip in John’s abs. Someone’s hands pull at his hips, pull him up to his feet. Small fingers press at his hole as drool slides down his chin. Thick, rough hands grab his wrist, guiding him to grasp a cock and start pumping.

“Like this?” he hears Jess ask.

“Yup, nice and slow,” Carol answers. “Feel that?”

“Oh, this?” Jess ask, gently curling her fingers as she explores Hal’s body. His knees threaten to give as she shyly prods his spot, a string of unpredictable little zings rushing up his spine. He wants to cry out, beg for more but all he can do is look up at John, gagging and drooling on himself.

“May I?” Kyle asks, resting his hand on Hal’s hip.

“Sure!” Jess pulls her fingers out and watches how Kyle kicks Hal’s legs apart so he can line himself up with the taller man better. He lays a hand on Hal’s spine and slides in, nice and slow. Hal gags loudly as he starts to fuck him, slow and deep. Jess watches how Kyle rolls his hips, how the back of his thighs and his ass clench with each stroke. “Oh,” she says, nodding, “I think I was doing it wrong.”

“All in the hips,” Kyle pants, sweat already starting to bead at the small of his back. “Takes practice,” he adds with a smile.

Hal’s eyes start to water and John pulls back. “Good?” he asks.

“Fuck yeah,” Hal gasps.

“Lemme get in there,” Guy rumbles, shouldering his way in front of John.

“Rude,” John says.

Guy shoves his dick into Hal’s willing throat and Ollie takes his place.

“You know what we forgot!” Dinah shouts, holding up Hal’s belt. “Birthday smacks!”

Hal moans around Guy’s cock.

“Five each, baby lantern goes twice,” Dinah declares as Jess shouts and hops up and down.

“Go ‘head,” Kyle nods towards Hal’s exposed ass as he pulls out.

“Yeah!” Jess cries. She takes the belt and gives Hal a soft smack that barely makes a sound, “That okay?”

Guy backs up so Hal can answer, “Harder.”

“Oh! Okay!” Hearing Hal groan on the next one, Jess lays three more decent smacks onto Hal’s ass. The group jostles each other, even playing rock paper scissors to determine the order. They each step up to the plate, listening to Hal’s delicious cries as they lay harder and harder hits into his flesh with the belt. By the time Guy goes for Hal’s thighs on his turn, John and Ollie are holding him up. Tears well in his eyes as he begs each person for “More,” and “Harder,”.

Jess lays her last smacks with a triumphant cry of, “Fifty!”

Hal sinks to his knees, turning to look at her with a weary smile, “Thank you, baby.”

Jess’ hands hover over the angry red stripes on his skin. She kisses his sweaty forehead, “You okay?”

“Never better,” Hal answers, still smiling. He turns towards Kilowog, points, and beckons him over, “You, c’mere.” Hal pats the floor.

Kilowog trots over, kneeling down next to Hal. His eyes are dilated and unfocused, skin flushed a much deeper red than usual.

“Lay back, big guy,” Hal says in a flirty tone. He slowly climbs on top of the big alien as he lies back on the floor. “I want you to get that big cock out and tell me happy birthday.”

Kilowog complies immediately. He pushes the bottom of his Lantern uniform down, revealing nearly-human, if abnormally large, genitalia. Deep purple in color, and having a highly tapered shape, it was hard and curved and looked a bit like a silicon sex toy. It dripped heavily from the tip, soaked in its own shiny lubrication.

Kyle starts rapidly smacking Guy in the arm, “Yo, yo.”

Guy sneers at the offending hand and looks back up at Kyle, “Yeah?”

“Remember you asked me what a bad dragon was?”

“I wish I hadn’t.”

Hal lines himself up on the thing without even looking. He works himself slowly up and down on the tip. He leans down over Kilowog’s chest, leaning his head back and exposing the column of his neck.

Kilowog’s enormous hands flex as he resists the urge to grab Hal’s tiny body and slam him down. The human’s scent is incredible. Kilowog had lusted after the younger Lantern since the first time he’d caught a whiff of his exertion. The scent of his heightened arousal was intoxicating.

Hal swipes the sweaty hair off of one side of his neck, tilting his head to the side in invitation. Kilowog leans forward, licking Hal’s skin with his long, rough tongue. Hal giggles, and Kilowog drags his teeth along the same path.

“Go ahead,” Hal whispers, eyes closed, trusting. Kilowog’s big hands envelop Hal’s body as he sinks his teeth into Hal’s neck. His hips start to rise, fucking his enormous cock gently into Hal’s body. Hal’s never had such an easy time relaxing and accepting Kilowog’s cock. He makes a mental not to drink together more often.

Hal can feel Kilowog’s cock wriggle inside him, pushing deeper, spreading him open. He sits up, bracing himself on the big alien’s belly as he rocks his hips. Finally, it’s deep enough he can roll his hips. He’s always wanted to ride this monster. The sounds ripping out of Hal’s throat are obscene. The stretch stings but it feels so so good. His legs are shaking so hard, he tries to lift himself with his arms and collapses onto Kilowog’s chest. He nuzzles and bites the big Lantern symbol—happy Kilowog kept it on. He does so enjoy a lover in uniform.

Hal lays his hands over Kilowog’s and utters a guttural phrase. The lantern rings translate the Bolovaxian words, “Fuck me, beautiful. Make me cum.”

Kilowog’s ears wiggle and he complies, lifting Hal’s body up and down. Hal surrenders to the incredible sensations. “Yes,” he says over and over in English because it’s the only word he can think of.

Hal’s whole body flushes red and he cums hard over Kilowog’s hands and chest. He feels his body pumped full of the big alien’s release. With the last of his strength he lifts himself off of Kilowog’s cock and rests on his chest. Hal strokes the big square face he loves so much.

“So,” Guy barks, “Who won?”

“You know I love you all the same.”

“Aw! Boo!” Guy cries. Kyle gives a thumbs down and Kilowog snorts.

“Is that…” Kyle pauses, tilting his head and listening to the sound of someone abusing scratching privileges on the turntable, “Is that ‘Turn Down For What’?”

“Sorry, I left it on shuffle,” John shrugs.

“Where’s my cake?” Hal asks, grinning.

“Yeah that’s right, I made you a cake. I put this whole thing together,” Guy complains, stepping over bodies and stomping towards the kitchen, “And somehow, someway, I’m not the favorite. Fuck me, right!”

Guy returns with the cake, and a soft ice pack for Hal to sit on. Hal takes Guys hand and presses it to his lips as he takes the ice pack, “Thank you.”

“I think about you.”

“I know you do.”

Guy conjures up forks for everyone, but it only takes a few minutes of laughing and chatting before cake is being licked off of fingers and body parts.

“Happy Birthday to me,” Hal sighs happily.

#*myfic

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sparks in the rain | ch. 3

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Coming Soon

Relationship: Poly!Bill and Ted x Fem!Reader

Summary: A malfunction with the booth lands Bill and Ted into the most peculiar situation they’ve been in, stuck in the year 2021 standing in front of a woman they never thought they’d meet.

Words: 1.2

Warnings/Tags: Cursing, mentions of cheating (not on BNT’s part don’t worry), mentions of celebrity break downs, they’re having a good time :)

Author’s Note: Did I give the reader my dream apartment? Of course I did, you’re welcome. If you see any mistakes, no you didn’t

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Both boys sat on the couch, shoes off, facing each other with their legs crossed as they looked around the rest of your apartment. It wasn’t messy persay, but it definitely had its own charm to it. There were various posters hung up on the walls, a black Kit-Cat clock, some streamers hanging from the ceiling, Ted guessed from a party. Red and pink beaded curtains shaped like hearts lead into the hallway that was lit up by a lava lamp that had a black base and pink and orange paraffin wax blobs moving slowly about inside the glass. There was a wreath with mushrooms on it hanging on the door, and a vase full of dying blue carnations that sat next to the heart shaped key dish on a small table. The kitchen was probably the most normal thing in your apartment, the walls held no decorations aside from a vintage looking Halloween themed calendar that was pinned on October, the rest of the kitchen was plain white with tan counters.

Bill’s gaze was fixated on what they both assumed to be the TV, his brows furrowed as he got up from the couch in order to inspect it closer. He peered behind the TV before looking at Ted with his eyes slightly widened, as if shocked by his discovery.

“Dude this TV totally doesn’t have an ass like mine does at home.” Bill said in slight amazement, catching the quiet laugh that filtered from the kitchen. “Are they all like this?” He asked their host who was now leaning against the entryway to her kitchen, her fingers gently wringing a black dish towel.

She hummed, considered his question before shaking her head and saying “I mean not all of them are like that, there are plenty of people who still have those heavy ass TVs.” She walked a little closer, leaning her hands on the back of the couch on the opposite side from where Ted still sat cross legged “My roommate and I were just lucky, her mom gave it to us when we moved together. She got a bigger one for her own living room and did need that one anymore.”

Ted’s own eyes widened “Bigger?”

“Yeah you’re telling me these things get even bigger?” Bill finished off Ted’s thought, having the same question already formed in his head.

It was kind of charming, if not a little surprising that they didn’t already know this. Given they were time travelers and could easily go to any time period they wanted. You pushed yourself away from the back of the couch, backing away a few steps while shrugging and saying “If you didn’t know about that then I for sure have some things you guys will find interesting.” you peaked into the kitchen “But we can talk about that after we get our hot chocolate.”

The two of them excitedly followed after you, watching as you opened one of the cabinets right next to the fridge. Almost the entirety of the cabinet was filled with different mugs. Some were plain, normal looking mugs. While the majority of mugs were obscure shapes and designs or merchandise of some kind whether for movies, shows, or even bands, it seemed like you had it all.

“Pick whichever one you want.”

“Oh man I don’t know how I’ll choose.” Bill muttered, moving closer with Ted who gently placed a hand against the blonde’s lower back for a few seconds as he moved closer in order to see the mugs better.

After standing around in the kitchen for fifteen minutes while they sorted through your mugs, you finally were able to go back to the living room. You kicked one of the tie-dye bean bags further away from the sofa so you could sit on it and still see the two of them better. Both boys took their spots back on the couch, Ted sitting criss-cross and holding your favorite Scream mug close to his chest. Bill sat with his back against the arm of the couch with a Spiderman head mug. He was facing the both of you with one leg propped up on the cushions, his foot pushing against Ted’s thigh and the other leg hanging off the couch.

The three of you had been sitting in the living room for a while now. The rain was pouring even harder outside but none of you cared. You shared stories back and forth, telling them how you knew who they were, which brought up the conversation as to why they kept calling you Armageddon Lady when they first saw you.

“So… You’re telling me that in your universe I’m some really famous actress named Susie Cooper?” You tried to summarize the information both boys gave you, watching them nod excitedly before Ted said,

“Yeah basically! Except in our universe she’s, like, thirty eight.”

“And she has a felony.” Bill added. “Unless you have a felony too, then I guess you have that in common.”

“What?! No, I don’t have a- holy shit was not expecting that… I can’t believe she...” You let out a shocked laugh, leaning forward over your crossed legs “Wait what did she do though?”

“Vandalism.” Ted was quick to answer “The princesses told us about it when it happened, they’re really into all the celebrity gossip stuff.” He smiled softly, looking down at the now empty mug that he still cradled in his hands, tracing the rim with his thumb. “Susie was dating this really famous drummer dude for a few years.”

“But caught him cheating with some lady reporter.” Bill chimed.

“Yeah, so Susie had this really big freak out, showed up at one of their tour shows and totally trashed their tour bus.” Ted frowned slightly before continuing “I mean, I think the guy deserved it. Cheating is one of the most heinous things you could do to any babe.”

Bill nodded, adding “Let alone Susie Cooper.” before taking his final drink from his mug.

“Jeez, and didn’t you say she was a child star too? Poor lady’s been through it.”

“Yeah I’ll say.” They both agreed simultaneously, their responses meshing together.

Ted couldn’t help but admire how well you were taking this, after the initial shock of it all, you seemed to be fine now. He could now see how truly different you were from Susie Cooper and any other character she played, you were unique to yourself, and that much was obvious with how you carried yourself. He felt more curious about you and who you were with every word you said, any gesture you made, or how you could easily joke with the both of them. Ted couldn’t help but feel drawn in by you.

But he also knew that eventually they would have to leave, and oddly enough he feared that they wouldn’t be able to find their way back. Not ready to let this already blossoming friendship be discarded completely. So when it was time for them to leave, they had to figure out a way to come back, not wanting to just up and leave after you had been kind enough to give them shelter when you could have just easily left them in the rain to freeze. No, Ted couldn’t do that to you, and he knew Bill would feel the same.

#bill s preston esquire #bill s preston imagine #bill s preston x reader #bill and ted imagine #ted theodore logan #ted theodore logan x reader #ted theodore logan imagine #bill and ted x reader #bill and ted #bnt imagine #monster writes #bill bnt #ted bnt

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[4]

OH EXCUSE ME??

WHY MUST THEY HURT ME THIS WAY????

Syaoran is just gushing blood at this point, to the point that HIS EYE COMES OUT

OR RATHER, FAI’S EYE COMES OUT

THE COLOUR (IE, THE SOURCE OF FAI’S MAGIC) COMES OUT OF HIS EYE AND CRYSTALISES LIKE FAI’S OTHER EYE DID BACK IN NIHON

Which gets me from a few angles, because like, could that go back to Fai now? Could he get that magic back? Or did he already trade away the ownership of it when he traded all of his magic to Yuuko? Does he even want it? It’s uh… caused many problems. And painful memories. And even more painful injuries.

BUT ALSO THE LOOK OF SYAORAN WITH HIS NORMAL EYES RESTORED?

THAT’S JUST SYAORAN!

MY CLONE SON IS DYING

AND IN HIS HARSH BREATHING HE FINDS HIMSELF MENTIONING THE FEATHERS BECAUSE OF COURSE HE DOES THAT WAS HIS CORE ALL ALONG

If he was going to have to talk about anything in his final moments it would have to be the feathers

And he almost looks lifeless as he passes on that they should give the feathers to Sakura. Because that was his central programming from start to finish.

Unless he knows something else?!

Is this the implication that maybe giving the feathers to Sakura at this point might cause something?

Is there a thread of a chance that Sakura is not just an empty body but that there is still something to be restored?

(And how cruel would that be to bring her back only to find that her most important person has died all over again?)

OH NO IM SCREAMING

HELLO ITS REALLY HIM

ITS SYAORAN tALKING ABOUT HIS FAMILY ON HIS DEATHBED

I WASN'T PREPARED FOR THIS

OH NO NOW I AM ALSO DECEASED

HE SEEMINGLY ROUNDS OFF THE FAMILY BY MENTIONING SAKURA BUT THEN ALSO ADDS LAVA LAMP

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

HOW WILL I EVER RECOVER FROM THIS

THEY NEVER EVEN TECHNICALLY KNEW EACH OTHER

THEY SPENT THEIR WHOLE LIVES INTERTWINED

THEY FOUGHT AND TRIED TO KILL EACH OTHER AND DIED TRYING TO SAVE EACH OTHER

LAVA LAMP GAMBLED HALF HIS SOUL ON SAVING THIS BOY AND WATCHED SYAORAN'S ENTIRE LIFE FROM HIS OWN EYES RIGHT UP UNTIL HE LOST HIS SOUL

AND NOW HE’S HOLDING HIM AS HE DIES RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM AND SYAORAN LISTS HIM AS PART OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE TO HIM, MAKING THEM FAMILY FROM START TO FINISH

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

#WHAT DO I SAY #WHAT DO I EVEN SAY #I WANT TO FOLD MYSELF INTO A LAWN CHAIR AND BE THROWN INTO SPACE #MY CLONE SON SYAORAN #WHO TRIED SO HARD AND LOVED SO MUCH #AND NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG #(EXCEPT FOR ALL THE WAR CRIMES)#Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #Tsubasa #Vol 210 #Lava Lamp Guy #SYAORAN #THROW ME INTO THE SUN WHY DID THIS HAPPEN #FUCK ME IN SPACE WHAT A WAY TO GO

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Ashes to Ashes - Chapter 4

Warnings: Fever, needles (IV), unrequited love, anxiety, fear. Argument, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of assassination attempt.

Tag list: @shydragonrider, @equestrianwritingsstuff, @teheranb, @the-three-whumpeteers, and @whumpwillow and @brutal-nemesis (Hope it was okay to tag you.)

Chris sat beside Steve, trying to think of what to say to him. Rejection was never easy, and he’d had a crush on Zion for years.

“Your sister gives one hell of a slap.”

“Oh. So that’s what happened to your cheek?”

“Yeah.”

“Why’d she hit you? I mean, given all the fights she got into in school, I’m fully aware that she packs a punch… But I am surprised you were on the receiving end.”

“I told you. I got macho with that asshole Ryler.”

“Just how macho are we talking?”

“I grabbed his neck, well, under his jaw, and she clobbered me.”

Chris winced.

“It bothers me more that she was defending that bastard than the fact that she belted me.”

“Well… She’s always been empathetic.”

“But he nearly killed her.”

“Yeah. And she shot him.”

“He got what he deserved. Why is she helping him?”

Chris swallowed, wishing he could forget what Zion had said that day. Right after she’d injured Ryler and he’d stumbled out, running off into the woods.

‘I know it sounds weird… but I felt… I felt almost some kind of connection to him. I could understand him.’

‘He’s a killer.’

‘I don’t think he enjoys it.’ Zion had said, hugging her arms.

“Well… she did say something about him.” Chris muttered, hesitantly.

“What?” Steve looked up, his light brown eyes full of confusion. “What did she say?”

“She said that she thought they had some kind of connection. She understood him.”

“Isn’t that Stockholm syndrome?”

“No. She didn’t fall in love with him. If she had Stockholm syndrome, she wouldn’t have resisted, or shot him. And twelve hours isn’t long enough for someone to develop Stockholm syndrome.”

Twelve hours. It hurt Steve to think of how Zion must have felt during those hours, stuck in a train cabin with him.

He’d wanted her to be his cover. His way of getting on to the campus to assassinate a visiting politician.

Except Zion had broken free at the train station, and ran. He’d chased her back to the house, but she’d managed to grab the Glock that she’d bought for protection, and shot him in the ribs. When Steve had come home, there had been police cars everywhere, and Zion had been giving her statement.

She’d been praised for her bravery, and the police had immediately begun a manhunt.

Steve, after hearing the story, had hoped to Heaven that he’d never see Ryler again, at least, not outside of police custody.

“She should hate him.”

“Mmhmm, but she doesn’t.”

“And neither do you.” Steve pointed out bitterly. “He almost killed your sister, Chris.”

“I know. But for her sake, I’m trying not to think about that right now.”

“How is this helping Zion?”

“It’s giving her some form of closure.”

“We have to turn him in.” Steve snapped.

“That makes me an accessory.” Zion’s voice replied. “Aiding and abetting a felon. So, I go to jail too. All of us do, actually.”

“Zion-”

“Enough, Steve. You have no reason to be jealous of Jackson.”

“He’s taking you away-” Steve cut off, realizing what he was saying.

“Taking me away? From who? You? I was never yours. I was never going to be yours.” She took a deep breath. “I don’t love you. Not that way. I’m sorry, I never have. I never will. I love you only like a brother.”

Steve swallowed, nodding once.

“But it has nothing to do with Jackson.”

“How can you even say his name?” Steve demanded, rage knotting his insides.

“It’s not that hard to pronounce, Steve.” Zion snarled, all traces of softness gone from her voice.

“You know what I meant. Fucking hell, Zion, you have no idea what you’re doing.”

Her silvery-blue eyes narrowed in anger.

“Oh, so what? I need you to guide me through life? Fuck off.”

“Guys…” Chris was saying.

“This needs to be said, Chris.” Zion sighed. “Now, Steve, if my presence here is painful for you, I can go with Chris. If he’s okay with my bringing Jackson.”

“You don’t have to go, Zion.” Steve sighed. “I just worry about you.”

“I can handle myself.”

“I know you can.” Steve managed to smile. “Fuck it, give me a hug, girl.”

She did, a small giggle escaping her lips.

Just because she doesn’t love me that way, doesn’t mean I can’t be happy as her friend.

It felt good to not be angry anymore. Zion glanced at Steve, who was helping Chris set up an IV drip of over-the-counter antibiotics to help deal with the infection of the gunshot wound.

The assassin murmured in his sleep, curling his legs up slightly.

Zion sat beside him again, lost in thought.

When she’d first met him, he had been quite charming.

Zion had bumped into a middle aged man, wearing a suit, tie, and a briefcase.

“Watch it.” He’d snapped.

“Sorry.” Zion had replied, doing her best to put on a polite smile.

“You should learn to watch where you’re going.” He’d scolded.

“And you should learn how to stop being a jerk.” A new voice had said. Zion had turned, rather amazed to see the handsome stranger behind her. “She’s already apologized.” He went on.

The man huffed, and moved on.

‘Thanks.’ Zion had said.

‘Any time.’

She was brought back to the present by her brother’s voice.

“Ready.” He was saying.

It took less than a minute for Chris to expertly insert the IV line in the inside of Jackson’s elbow.

The assassin barely even flinched. His brow furrowed slightly, but he did not wake.

“Hopefully, this will help fight the infection, and kick his fever.” Steve was saying.

Zion nodded, looking down at Jackon’s sleeping face.

It was dark out when Jackson woke up, the only light came from a lava lamp on the bedside table.

Zion was curled up on the other side of the bed, asleep. It took Jackson a moment to realize that he had an IV drip, attached to his arm. He didn’t want to risk any kind of drugs or poison entering his system, and immediately reached to pull it out.

“Leave it.” Zion’s voice said. Jackson twisted to look at her.

“How did you know?”

“Light sleeper.” Zion smirked, sitting up.

“What time is it?” Jackson rasped.

“Almost two in the morning.”

Jackson dropped back to the bed with a sigh. “What’s in that?” He asked nervously.

“Over the counter antibiotics. Nothing dangerous.”

Jackson winced.

“Just relax, I won’t hurt you.” Zion murmured. That was the last thing her heard before sleep claimed him again.

#assassin whumpee #villain whumpee #assassin whump #feverish whumpee #feverish assassin #sick assassin #feverish villain #injured villain #infection #wounds #Sick villain #argument #mentions of kidnapping #gun mention #mentions of assassination attempt #gunshot wound #tw gunshot wound #unrequited love

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Dating Class 1-A HCs

Dating class 1-A headcanons !

Content: SFW, fluff, nicknames, date ideas, denki saying a bad word, canon midoriya

Denki Kaminari

calls you little mama

babbles incoherently about how much he loves you when he short circuits

not good at verbally expressing himself but shows his affection through gestures and touch

i.e. trying to say “you’re radiant and beautiful” but accidentally saying “butt good”

followed by “...wait, fuck”

Eijiro Kirishima

very spontaneous and spur of the moment doesn’t know what a schedule is apparently

will text you at 5:54 and ask you on a date for 6:00

calls you sunshine but if he’s in trouble he’ll call you apple of my eye

“Oh, hey Kiri!” “Why hello, apple of my eye!” “...What did you do this time?” “It wasn’t me, it was Bakugo!” “That’s even worse!”

loves it when you sit on his lap, won’t let you get up basically ever

only the manliest men can land a partner as splendid as you

you help him dye his hair when his roots start showing

because one time he did it himself and ended up with pink stains just about everywhere

Fumikage Tokoyami

buys jewelry because crow brain says shiny but he gives it all to you because he doesn’t want to give in to the bird instincts

still though, he LOVES when you wear it because seeing you enjoy his gifts is so heartwarming also because he needs the shiny, therefore he needs you

you tease him about being a bird but cuddling up together in his nest bed is c o m f y

he has a bunch of tiny trinkets under his pillow though (he hates to admit that he gives in to the crow instincts)

calls you “my feather” of “my finest little trinket” uwu

you wanted to buy him a light to help control dark shadow since his room is practically pitch black but you wanted it to match his aesthetic = purple lava lamp

“crows mate for life, you know.” “okay, and?” “just thought i’d share.” “i wasn’t planning on getting rid of you in the first place.” “...thank you.”

lots of very goth/emo style dates

Hanta Sero

you spend a lot of time playing around with his tape

your favorite thing you’ve done with it is make a hammock that you two napped in together

there is nothing, nothing, you love more in this world than his stupid dorky smile

you stare at him a lot and he teases you about it every time he catches you

you spend a lot of time with kaminari when sero’s not around and you both like to gossip about him

sometimes you call him office depot

Izuku Midoriya

he is constantly as red as a strawberry no exceptions

doesn’t understand why you’re with him but ok

v clumsy and nervous more than usual

i.e. *busy looking at you while walking, trips over nothing, suddenly forgets how to speak when someone asks if he’s okay*

you both have a thing for softly kissing each other’s scars

he says “uwu” and “owo” out loud and you want to cry every time he does

Katsuki Bakugo

once he’s holding you he basically never lets go of you ever

i.e. holding your waist when you’re cooking and resting his head on your shoulders will even follow you around like that if you’re walking even though it looks ridiculous

sends mineta to recovery girl every five minutes but only because “you’re mine and i don’t think you fully understand what goes on in a guy’s mind when he looks at you”

some people say tsundere, i say the exact opposite

screams about you and your relationship

if you put dye on his hands, he can make colored fireworks in his palms !!

Mashirao Ojiro

hear me out: tail cuddles

good god he never stops worrying about you

if you’re even three minutes late to something it’s all “what if they’ve been kidnapped by villains? What if they were killed?”

he’s SO soft though

he goes all out when it comes to taking you out

one of the best date schedules: restaurant (he makes sure you get your desert and refuses to let you pay for ANYTHING), a long walk afterwards to enjoy the outdoors and get fresh air, gives you a small gift, occasionally stops by a café for a quick pastry before going home

aizawa either hasn’t figured it out yet or just doesn’t say anything about you two spending the night in each other’s dorm rooms he knows but he thinks you’re a cute couple and lets it happen

Mezo Shoji

you’re a big ol mess around him before you actually start dating

scratch that, you’re still a mess

“are you okay?” “yes! i’m fine!” “are you sure?” “...no.” “what’s the matter?” “um... i can’t figure out which of your hands i’m supposed to hold.”

he instantly falls apart when you say that

you’re still a shy little puddle around him so you’re a little hesitant and nervous about everything and don’t always say what you’re feeling outright

but he knows that and can read you like a book so he will stop what he’s doing the moment he notices you’re uncomfortable with something

def calls you princess

kisses through the mask uwu

Shoto Todoroki

calls you angel but only in private

doesn’t always understand social cues so you end up in awkward situations sometimes

he’s either very blunt or completely closed off when it comes to expressing feelings

warm massages

he will aggressively insist that you wear his clothes

likes giving you flowers but never a full bouquet because he thinks that’s overkill

Shouta Aizawa

oh sweet jesus this man is a whole meal

you look after his class every now and then when he needs a break which is always if we’re being honest

in that respect, you also have adopted all twenty of his students

you two were already basically married, now you’re also basically parents

will trap you in the scarf and drag you towards him to hold you when he’s had a bad day

he falls asleep at a desk, on a couch, at the dinner table a lot so you have a special blanket to drape over him when he doesn’t make it to the bed

his worst nightmare is someone taking his phone and seeing all the pictures of you he’s saved because they’re not pure

Tenya Iida

“are you giving her a piggy back ride?” “no it’s training” *runs away at top speed*

bakadere bakadere bakadere bakadere b

absolutely clueless when it comes to relationships

tries to study dating

ends up doing a lot of things that are really out of character for him because he read it on a forum or in a book or saw it in a video

it’s cute and you appreciate the gesture but uh... why

“what are you doing?” “...learning to be a good boyfriend.” “you already are a good boyfriend, stop being ridiculous.”

#x reader #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #headcanons #my hero headcanons #it took me way too long to alphabetize this #denki kaminari #eijiro kirishima #fumikage tokoyami #hanta sero #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #mashirao ojiro #mezo shoji #shoto todoroki #shouta aizawa #tenya iida #dear GOD i need assistance

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the-young-and-forgotten · 3 years

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Gingerbread and Mistletoe

Ficmas Gingerbread House - @wonderful-writer

Warning/s: tw food mention, tw swearing

prompts:

4) “Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”

25) “You’re already under the mistletoe, so will the two of you stop stalling and kiss already?”

Prompts will be in bold

It was a couple of weeks into the Christmas break. Your friends had all gone home for the holidays. You had nothing to do but look out at the raging blizzard happening outside now that you were stuck like a schmuck at Hogwarts. You had absolutely no one to hangout with. Or so you thought.

Of course, Sirius had to be annoying you every second of the day, not that you minded all that much. The two of you had known each other before you had moved to Hogwarts and he had taken it upon himself to annoy you with every step within this castle.

You had met him a couple of years ago while he was on vacation in America. He and his family had been visiting your state and you might have run him over in the street with your bike. After rushing him to a doctor, you also might have developed a slight crush on him (I mean who wouldn’t crash their bike after seeing him?). You were only too happy to bump into him again the next day to hear that he wanted to “hang out with the girl brave enough to make his proud family introduce themselves to a muggle doctor.” He introduced himself as Prince Sirius Black, succumbed to a life of misery and riches. You had discovered that while you went to Ilvermorny, he went to the highly praised school of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Then, about 3 months ago due to some issues, you and your family were driven out of America to England. It took much persuasion, but your parents finally let you enrol in Hogwarts. Which brought you to the present.

You were glad to see Sirius again… sort of… You had a fair idea of how annoying he could be but his constant presence and prying questions was driving you insane. You had wondered how his friends coped with it. But after a day of observing, you included they were all equally insane as him. Well, the exception being the scarred boy. He just looked like an exhausted mother on her last cup of coffee.

Unfortunately, the school transfer did bring back that old crush you were sure you had got rid of. Obviously you hadn’t quite squashed those feelings enough. The only one in this school who knew about your crush on Sirius was James and you had sworn him to secrecy. He knew if he told anyone or did anything to push it along, he’d be instantly dead.

But, no matter how insane Sirius seemed you could deal with it. After all, this wasn’t the first time. But one thing you couldn’t handle was the throngs of girls that nipped at his heels and hung onto his every word. You knew he was good-looking, but did he deserve his own cult? The girls aggravated you so much, making you wish violent thoughts on them and causing a pang of jealousy in your heart.

A few days with those fangirls was okay, but when you found out this happened everyday, you could now understand Remus’ constant look of aggravation and the quiet sighs from Peter and James when this happened.

But today was worse than usual, due to the quidditch game he’d won a couple of days ago, girls were swarming him. You snuck away to the library, before the jealousy caused you to act rashly. You hid amongst the Divination books, hoping he and his herd of girls wouldn’t find you.

But to no avail. “What a boring section to hide in, love.” A cocky voice called out. Sirius walked out between two stacks of books a wide smirk on his face. “But then again, you and I had never seen eye to eye on everything.” He picked up a book with an eye on it and tapped it, his smirk somehow stretching wider.

You cross your arms in mock anger but you couldn’t help smirking at his pun and seeing that he didn’t have any desperate girls tagging along. “That pun was lame and you know it. Plus, no one likes Divination so I figured this would be the best place to hide.” He plonked himself down on the boxes beside you. His smile stretched even farther, irritating you slightly.

“Pretty obvious spot though. People would expect you to hide here. If I were to hide, I would go to the Transfiguration section, it's a painfully obvious spot, but no one expects it. So you failed.” “It didn’t fail if it means there were no brain-dead bimbos following you here.” You snap at him. “Ahhh, so you wanted to be alone with me.” He leant in close, making your face light up like a lava lamp.

You turn away and stand up, trying to distract yourself. “C’mon, Y/n. Is it that hard to believe I just want to do something fun with my friend! We have a lot of options! Afterall, it's Christmas time!! We could go sledding, sneak out to Hogsmeade or we could-” His eyes light up. “Will you make a gingerbread house with me?” you turn to stare at him in disbelief and scoff. “A gingerbread house?!” He nods his head comically “Sirius, you haven’t even touched any baking ingredients, how will you know what to do?”

He picks himself off the boxes and grabs your arm. He pulls you out of the library and towards the kitchens. “It’s called an adventure Y/n, search up the definition.” “I’ve done enough crazy shit with you to know what an adventure is.” You grumble under your breath.

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The two of you stood at a counter in the kitchen, the decorations and gingerbread house pieces spread out around you. “Right… so what's next?” Sirius asks, the confusion prominent in his voice. You pull all the pieces towards you and start filling him in on what's happening “Luckily, the house elves were nice enough to get us the muggle pieces which are already pre-made, so we just have to decorate it.”

Hearing no response, you turn towards him, question on your lips. You stop short and stare at him. He was leaning on the counter and staring off into space. Doing nothing but continuously eating the bowl of lollies in front of him. You slap his hand away, startling him. “Those are for the house! Not you!” He lowered his head looking awfully sheepish. You relented. “Okay, maybe a few.” You wink at him and pop a few into your mouth.

“Right!” Clapping your hands together you turn back to the gingerbread house pieces. “Let's get into it!!”

Long story short, It was messy work. The sides fell down about a dozen times,causing a lot of anger. The two of you alternating between eating the lollies and putting them on the house. Luckily for the two of you, the house elves had endless amounts of sweets so you never ran out.

Adding the icing with Sirius was extremely aggravating for you. He couldn’t seem to get the hang of the piper and was putting it everywhere. But he kept on persisting that he could do it. After he had covered practically the entire bench with the icing you snatched it off him. “Oh, just give it here you incompetent pureblood.” It took a bit of time, but you finally finished decorating and icing the whole thing.

When it was finished, you were positively bursting at how great the gingerbread house had turned out. Reaching over you, Sirius picked up the tray and started out of the kitchens. Turning back, he smiled at you. “Lets go share this with the boys, I know they’ll want a bite.”

“Wait up!” You run after him, trying to grab the tray from him, but he just pushed ahead faster and faster. “Slow down!” you shout desperately trying to catch him, weaving between random students. “Why do you have to be so goddamn fast?” You said, with a slight whiny tone. But he just laughed and ran on.

When you guys finally arrived at the Gryffindor Tower, you were panting for breath. Several people had been pushed over along your run. You had certainly made your presence known in the hallways. Taking a deep breath, you walk up to Sirius who was standing a little way away. “Can I hold the house now?” You whine. He rolls his eyes at your tone of voice but hands it over to you.

He turns towards the Fat Lady and gives the password. As it swings open, he holds it open long enough for you to walk through. You stumble on the threshold but Sirius catches you before you or the house falls. You blush furiously as he helps you right yourself. The two of you look away from each other, the air now extremely awkward.

You hear an ‘ahem’ from the corner of the common room and look up to see the rest of the arauders there. Peter had a sly grin on his face, Remus was giggling and James looked extremely aggravated. You knew straight away that knew where you had been. James stared you down before throwing his hands up in exasperation. “You’re already under the mistletoe, so will the two of you stop stalling and kiss already?” Gaping in shock, you look up and see he’s right. You hear Sirius groan and bury his face in his hands as you glare back at James. ‘You’re dead’ you mouth. He just smirks and points to the mistletoe. “Get on it” he shouts.

You reluctantly look back at Sirius. Much like you, he was a blushing mess. You had never seen him look this hesitant about anything. He seemed to weigh something in his mind before leaning toward you.

Due to the huge gingerbread house in your arms he had to awkwardly lean over it, which made the situation 100% more weird. Hesitantly, he placed his lips on yours.

The kiss was sweet and short but it might as well have lasted a lifetime. He gasps in shock, and you knew he had felt the same thing as you had. The two of you pull away giggling, blushing more than before.

You hear the shouts of joy from the boys and you remember James’ betrayal. “Wait here, Sirius. I need to kill your best friend.” You transport the gingerbread house to Sirius’ arms and run towards James, the boy's laughter echoing in your ears.

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balkanmermaid · 3 years

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Celestial (1)

Summary: We get introduced to the past of the Corbeaus – seven German brothers that have undergone human experiments, which have made them act as if they are possessed by demons.

Warning: this story contains violence.

Prologue

2000 AD. Pride. Freie Universität, Berlin.

“They will be alright, Mrs. Corbeau. Your boys will retain their humanity even after they get experimented on, I assure you… No, no, none of them is going to die. We are going to fix whatever side effects appear, if there are any. I promise you.”

I can only hear this much from the small, cool white cubicle I seem to be inside. The silence is deafening, making my ears ring. I strain and strain to hear anything, but to no avail. Have I already gone mad? Where are my brothers? What the hell is this place?

I have probably been here for a while, I can’t tell how long. Inside these tiny rooms, it feels hard to breathe, so you can forget about thinking straight. And all you can see is yourself – it’s too dark to see anything except outlines.

Then I hear voices again - so familiar they make me jump.

“Hey! I want the fuck outta here, now!” It’s my older brother, Stefan. His voice is shaking, his breathing is ragged, and I can hear him punching the walls. He happens to be just to my right, so I get to hear every little noise he makes.

For a moment, I forget that he’s only nine years old, like the rest of us.

It makes sense, doesn’t it? I ask myself. A cold shiver runs down my spine.

He’s Satan. I’m Lucifer. Our six brothers are fallen angels, except for one. Of course we’re angry. We’re demons. That’s what they told us. That we’re supposed to be angry. That it’s okay to be angry. That it’s okay to want to kill.

A pool of anger as hot as lava burns through my stomach, blowing up my chest. The scream tears from me before I’ve even thought about it. I kick the wall. Dammit. We’re not supposed to be here. None of this is supposed to be happening. I’m shaking. I want to grab something and destroy it, tear it apart, break it, scream and stomp on it until the anger leaves.

And, it seems, so does Stefan.

His thumps against the walls become more and more frequent and powerful, until they and his half-growls, half-screams are all I can hear, drowning out the eerie silence that has been our only friend. Is this better than silence, these sounds of suffering? I try to hold back a sob.

When did we even end up here? And how the hell did we get here? I can’t remember anything, no matter how hard I try. It doesn’t feel like we‘ve always been here, me and my brothers. But time has stopped. For us, it does not exist. Not here. There’s only us here.

“Stefan, hör auf!” (‘Stefan, stop!’)

I screamed at my own brother. Tears rush to my eyes, and it hurts so much I have to lean against the wall, blinking away strands of gold. My hair. It’s dark, except for the muted white glow of dusty old lamps above our heads, which I’m so damn grateful for.

At least that hair will hide my tears.

There we go. Lucifer just showed. He wants silence, and he is ready to kill for it if he has to. Kill… even his own brother...

Yeah, I know, I know. Lucifer and Satan are one and the same. Lucifer was the name of the angel before he fell. Once he became the Devil, he turned into Satan. But whoever poked and prodded us with their needles seems to have had other ideas for us. Now these demons are inside our bodies. They’re us now. And they want to tear each other down.

“Guys, stop yelling,” our third brother, Kamael, pipes up. Ha, another angel like me. I mean... that’s what Lucifer is, right? An angel…

An angel, but, just like the rest of them, a fallen one. An angel so full of pride that he thought he could overturn God.

Now, don’t get me wrong. My brothers and I, we’re not some religious fanatics. Our parents taught us right and wrong, and we can think for ourselves. And among right and wrong they read the Bible to us. You can follow whatever you choose to from it, they said, and interpret it freely. And so we’ve been doing just that. And in the end, here we are...

“Oh yeah? And what do we do instead, shut the hell up ‘n make ‘em think we’re dead so they dispose of us, or somethin’?”

That voice belongs to our step-brother Marion, whose glasses I heard shattering earlier as they dragged him out of his cell to experiment on him. Poor guy. Our mom adopted him and three other boys when Stef, Kam and I were little, and they became our family.

Marion was given the powers of Mammon, the demon of greed – a process as painful as it must have been for the other six guys. I have no idea what they did to them.

But I heard their screams.

If I gotta be honest, I barely remember how I ended up becoming Lucifer’s host. I don’t even remember what life was like before we turned up inside these cells. For hell’s sake. It seems like I can barely remember anything aside from our parents. I wonder where they are now...

Anyway, long story short, they messed up Marion’s sight while experimenting on him and gave him contact lenses. That didn’t help. Somehow his eyes got even worse. He is nearly unable to see now. And he can’t go back to studying French again, and who knows what he’s gonna have to do if he truly wants that. He’s got all the rights to be mad.

“Try to sing, if you want. That can make you feel better.”

I can immediately tell this voice belongs to our other step-brother, Aster.

Like Marion and his brother Benjamin, Aster was adopted into our family after his biological parents died. His mum passed away because of some disease she got thanks to sleeping around. And his dad was sort of not okay in the head, he sleep-walked and talked to himself. They used to be people of prestige and talent – the mother was an actress and the father was a musician. Unlike mine. My mum had a very boring job, something at a desk in front of a computer. And my dad, I only remember that he was a bit weird.

Laughter. Lyle’s laughter. Our sixth brother is also alive. That’s reassuring. That laugh stops me from hurting just for a little while. It has been ages since I have heard any of my siblings and friends laugh or seen them smile. Oh, this feels so comforting.

Lyle… What must Leviathan be doing to you?

Wait a second. That laughter. It’s dry and sarcastic, and bitter, and it hurts, and he sounds like he’s about to start crying. My heart shrivels up in pain. So they’ve taken us all... they've done this to all of us. Every last shred of hope I had gets crushed under the hard boot of clarity, and it feels like someone is trying to stab be with the heel of said boot, as sharp as a blade. My chest aches with a sadness I can’t fathom.

A sadness that tastes like it’s years old.

“Sing? Are you out of your fucking mind, Ace? We sing when we’re happy. And I don’t think we’re fucking happy!” Lyle’s voice cracks like the whip of the lion tamer in circus, and he sobs.

“Hell no we ain’t happy!” Now this is Benjamin, our last brother, the guy whom the demon Belphegor possesses. Ben is Aster’s best friend. The gamer. The techie. He’s always been fixing our TV or our computer or the PlayStation. He loves gadgets and spending time on his own and is the complete opposite of Aster, who is really into art and music and socializing and loves life. Opposites attract seems to be a universal rule, eh? Just like me, Kam and Stef.

I hear Ben again. “Man, I’m hungry.” We laugh, and not only because we know of his great love for food. We understand him. It has been a while since we have had something to eat, and nobody knows whether it’s time for breakfast, lunch or dinner... Time does not exist here.

And then there goes Brennan, the guy with Beelzebub on his shoulder, the last one awake. “Guys? You’re here? Listen…”

There should be two more teens around here, but I dunno where they are or whether they are okay. They have said nothing all along. Who knows if they’re awake. They might be dead.

“I’m sure we’ll get outta here soon, guys. Life’s waiting for us, and we’ll be able to graduate high school and go to college and- we’ll be okay!...” Brennan’s voice dies away.

His attempt to cheer us up doesn’t work. At least for me. Why? Well, let’s put it like this – my mind sucks. I always think about sad and bad things. And, this time, I think about Kamael.

I’m worried about him. Not only because the guy is so quiet and that creeps me out. And not only because he is also my brother (yeah, there’s a lot of us. Deal with it).

With each of us until now assigned to a deadly sin, Kamael and I are the only angels out there. But mine is evil, it rebelled against God and was cast out of heaven for that. And his...

He is surrounded by demons, by fallen angels. And I fear that he will get to bear every one of the seven sins equally, since he is affected by all of them at once and his angel is thus the closest to being like a human… and this might be fatal for him. I don’t want to think about what he’s going through right now. Him, or anyone else among us. I have only two questions.

What did they do this to us for? And why?

Marion and Stefan keep thrashing and screaming, everybody else keeps talking and talking. Only Kamael is quiet. He hasn’t said a word since he tried to shush me and Stefan. I press my ear against the floor, trying to pick up any sounds from him. He is on Stefan’s right, in his own small room, and I have no direct access to him. Oh, please, please, let him be okay, please...

Then I hear him gasp.

And then his scream floods my existence.

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binniedeactivated · 4 years

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

a/n; 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥!

“I can see you as a doctor, lawyer maybe”. she said while they both walked down the street, their jackets being a safeguard to the fridgid weather. It was never safe walking in the neighborhood they both lived in especially at this time of night but luckily she had taehyun, who knew all kinds of alleyways and shortcuts.

taehyun rolls his eyes while chewing on his sandwich, “amara what I tell you about that shit?”.

she laughs, the brightness of her smile outshining the stars that blanketed over the both of them. “I’m serious tae. you’re smart. you can be someone if you applied yourself”.

“yeah well I don’t want to hear that. you know who you sound like and it pisses me off”.

she sighs as her parted curly hair sifted over the side of her face in the breeze. taehyun was going to say that she sounded just like his parents. well, adopted parents. He hated when anyone called them his parents because, well, they weren’t. And tae hated them. his real parents were locked away in prison for a school of crimes taehyun could recite on his own. Theft, Assault, Arson, Burglary, the list could go on for decades.

she grins playfully pushing him to the side, “stop being so salty. You know I’m just looking out for you”.

“you know I’ll be fine amara. what you need to do is watch out for yourself. I see the way these guys stare at you”.

now she was the one rolling her eyes. “Yeah and you know Sammy will kill them all”. Taehyun sucks his teeth. “Fuck Sammy”.

Sammy was her boyfriend. smooth brown skin, pretty teeth and long hair that he always wore in a high bun—- real cute Hispanic guy. Taehyun never liked him though because of all the shit he caused. He was a real troublemaker and taehyun thought amara only looked past his ways because she thought that was all she could ever get.

taehyun knew she deserved better. Amara was his best friend after all. he knew who she was capable of being.

Approaching her building there was a group of men outside the apartment building she lived in, smoking weed, talking and laughing about some bullshit dice game. one of them being Sammy. Taehyun spotted him even from the distance they were at.

“Speaking of the damn devil”.

Amara slaps him on the shoulder and laughs. “I’ll catch you at school tyun. Make sure you go home!”.

Taehyun kisses her on the cheek and side hugs her with care. “I’ll think about it. Be safe amara. I love you”.

“I will bozo”. she couldn’t help but insult before closing the distance between her and her apartment building. With a blunt between his fingers Sammy spots her, smiling down at her five foot three frame. And he wasn’t the only one sneaking glances of course. Being quite thicker in the thighs and wider in the hips it was normal for guys to look at her.

“hey baby. Who was that?”.

“taehyun”.

He hums, looking at the ground before looking at her, his what was once pink lips blackening from all the weed he smoked. he furrowed a brow.

“you know I don’t like that little son of a bitch”.

“alright Sammy, please. I don’t have time for this shit tonight. He’s my best friend and you know that”.

He clutches her arm tightly, “I said I don’t like his ass. You shouldn’t be hanging out with him”. he orders and she could see in his eyes that he wasn’t sober. she gasps at the sudden pain and try to rip away from his grip but couldn’t due to his strength.

“Sammy get off of me!”.

He grins, “stop being so loud girl. What’s all the fuss about. Don’t you like it when I grab you like this?”.

he stares in her face trying to be sexy but looking more like a drunken pervert. she immediately became uncomfortable and tries to pry herself off of him but he only grips her tighter worsening the pain.

“Sammy stop it! You’re drunk”.

“I don’t want you hanging out with taehyun anymore you understand me?”. His breath reeked of alcohol.

“Get the fuck off me!”.

He finally throws her to the ground as if she were a garbage can herself. If it wasn’t for her protecting her fall with her hands she would’ve been planted face first in the cement. She was angry though, and not to mention she was already freezing.

Getting back up she dusted off her hands and angrily pushed Sammy backwards. “Don’t you put your fucking hands on me!”.

he raises his hand and slaps her good and hard. It was normal, her and him. It was normal for them to fight like that whenever Sammy got like this. And she would combat it the same way each time, punching him in his jaw before storming into the old, torn and piss smelling hallways of her apartment building. Luckily she lived on the third floor so the walk upstairs wasn’t all that bad. Except she always got a whiff of a bunch of weird smells when going up them.

she got to her landing with an aching face and a purring sound behind her. she turns quickly, startled at the sudden noise. Her nerves came to end though when she realized it was just beomgyu feeding some stray cat that always sat at the front of his apartment door. she was going to speak to him until she heard thumping noises above them both and a bunch of loud and erotic moaning.

The both of them glare at each other and laugh.

“beomgyu when are you going to tell your parents that they aren’t on their honeymoon every fucking night?”.

he smiles stroking the head of the grey cat softly. “Hey if eating each other’s pussies keep them off my ass then I’m all for it”.

beomgyu’s parents got divorced when he was really young and left his mother high and dry when he found out she was a full blown lesbian. Leaving beomgyu to be raised by two women since his father wanted nothing to do with him anymore, as if it were his fault. Not that it ever bothered beomgyu though. He never minded especially since his dad was a grade A asshole.

she laughs and starts her way to her own apartment across the hall with the sound of beomgyu trying to bribe the cat to come into his apartment as the background noise. As soon as she twists the brass knob she was pissed. The fact that it was even unlocked could’ve been hazardous. Anyone could’ve came in and robbed the place. She opens the door and shuts it behind herself.

She almost shit herself though when she was immediately greeted by her mother standing in front of her. She didn’t know what her mother had been doing prior to her arrival but she didn’t look good at all.

“Ma? You alright?”. Amara asks trying to catch a clue in the women’s eyes. Except she got nothing but a woozy stare. “Tariq wants us to have privacy tonight. You have to go somewhere else”. She blatantly says out of nowhere. Amara could feel herself clenching her fists,

Tariq was her controlling, manipulative ass stepfather.

“Go somewhere else?!”.

“Yes, just for this one night amara”.

“Ma!! You’re acting like I have other places to stay. Why are you kicking me out because he wants alone time?!”.

“Don’t talk to me like that girl. Like I said, for just this one night. You’re more tha welcomed to get some over night clo—“.

“Fuck that!”. Amara screams and makes her exit right then and there before she did anything she regretted. with her back now against the door she breathes in deep breaths trying calm herself as best as she possibly could.

All the while some boy with sleek black parted hair and specs was watching the episode unravel on his way down the stairs. She grew angry at the curiosity in his eyes.

“What the fuck are you looking at yeonjun?”.

“You need a place to stay mean ass?”. He asks calmly. Living in the same place for so long it was normal for everyone to know everyone. It’s just, yeonjun wasn’t someone she talked to normally.

Normally it would be Taehyun and Summer she talked to most. Summer was another best friend of hers whose dating tyun and just as annoying as him almost if not more. There’s was also heuning kai and occasionally beomgyu.

funny how yeonjun thought she was the most gorgeous girl in the world though.

she sighs trying to remove her own hostility. It wasn’t yeonjun’s fault that her mother was a bitch and to be honest, besides the fact that his dad is in the military and his mom acted a little off sometimes, she knew staying at his place wouldn’t be all that bad.

“yeah, I guess”.

she finally gives in having no choice. yeonjun gestures towards the stairs and brings her up to his apartment. she was happy to finally get a whiff of something good, home cooking made by his mother.

“Mom! Amara is staying tonight!”. He yells before directing her to take her coat off and place it on the coat rack at the door. she felt a little naked in her leggings and sweater she had to admit. but she also thought his apartment was way nicer than anyone else in the building who did absolutely nothing with theirs or just had no taste in good decor.

“I don’t want you getting ideas first off. This is a one night thing”. She declared as soon as she entered his room which had a quirky aesthetic vibe she liked. Records on the wall and lava lamps on his dressers and desk. Sneakers lined up underneath his bed and a pretty overflowing closet.

he held his hands up in surrender and laughs, “I’m not getting ideas trust me. But as you can see I have two beds so— you can sleep on the other one if you want. The sheets are clean”.

“Thank you yeonjun. You invite hoes over often? Mr.Two beds?”. She says plopping on the soft surface.

“no, just you”. He teases leaving amara launching a pillow at him jokingly. “hey! I am not a hoe”. This is just what yeonjun loved about her. She was easy going. Never took jokes that serious and loved to laugh.

“hey I don’t know what you do with your free time”. He jokes again.

“schoolwork thank you very much”.

“Ah, that’s something a hoe would say”.

Amara laughs again, not expecting yeonjun to be as funny as he was. He was also kind of cuter upclose but that didn’t matter. She had Sammy.

“If I’m such a hoe isn’t this the part where we’re supposed to fuck?”.

hearing that sentence was like a punch in the gut to yeonjun, it was something he definitely wasn’t expecting her to say. He jokes back, “what are we waiting for then?”.

oddly enough the room became silent once that statement left his lips. It was an innocent gaze at first but it became heated quickly. she figured after the night she had, what else could go wrong? She needs some type of fix.

And this is what led her slowly crawling over the bed and on the floor in front of yeonjun who was sitting on the bed across from her. she lays her head on his inner thigh gazing up at him with her pretty dark brown eyes. “you’re right...what are we waiting for?”. She repeats, rubbing the bulge poking out of his sweatpants.

He didn’t stop her at all, instead he grabs her hair and bite his lips, staring down at her under his circular frames. “Tsk. These the games we’re playing?”.

she slowly drags down his briefs, “only if you don’t tell anyone”. She wasted no time rolling her lips down his veiny thick length. Yeonjun’s hips twitch at the sudden feeling. The heat of her mouth worked wonders. She bobs her head with care, making sure she was licking and sucking anything she could get to. And already yeonjun was groaning underneath his breath.

she only came up for air and let her slimy tongue wrap around the tip of his dick cleaning it of his precum and sliding her tongue in between the slit naughtily. Yeonjun grunts lowly again clutching the strands of her hair harder,

“god I’m going to have to fuck the shit out of you after this”.

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