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rollinouttahere-writes · 10 months

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How about strawhats with a reader who didn’t realise they ate a devil fruit, and they and the crew only realise when either they discover their ability or they start to drown when they accidentally fall (or get thrown by an enemy) overboard? (Tried to leave the devil fruit ability either up to you, or have the ask in a way that you didn’t have to create a devil fruit 😅)

I finally found a way to work this old ask into a request! Sorry to whoever sent it in originally, I just could not come up with a plot for it until I got this one. Apologies for there being little to no yandere content here.

You Are What You Eat

Straw Hats x GN!Reader

1.8k words

Loud growls echoed through the forest. Not the deafening roars of a predator about to rip you apart, no, but the rumbling of a deprived stomach demanding sustenance.

You really shouldn’t have taken off into the woods without grabbing a snack first, but you couldn’t help it. After days of being at sea, you were eager to explore the new island you’d stopped at. Robin said you all would need to split up to find the ruins she was looking for, so you took initiative and threw yourself into adventure the second the ship was close enough for you to be able to make the jump.

Thus far, you’d had no luck. You hadn’t even stumbled across an abandoned pathway or ancient tools. It’s hard to believe this island had ever been populated at some point. Maybe this wasn’t the right one?

At this point you weren’t even really looking for ruins, you just wanted something to eat. Unfortunately, this search was having similar results. Nothing. It appears all the fruit trees on this island are still in a flowering stage, and you didn’t know enough about foraging to be taking your chances on root vegetables in the ground. Restaurants were obviously out of the question, much to your chagrin.

There was some rustling in the tree above you. Your head snaps up to assess the situation, only for something to nail you right in the face. Your knees buckle and you fall on your ass, cradling your face after the blow.

Cracking open an eye, you try to find who just assaulted you, but you were definitely here alone. Looking at the ground, you discover what your assailant really was. A fruit.

Pain is forgotten instantly as you snatch up the strange looking fruit. It’s a light blue color and reminds you of a ball of yarn with the way the skin is textured. You have zero clue as to what kind of fruit it’s supposed to be, but as your stomach growls even louder, you can’t find it in you to care.

Using your shirt to wipe it off to the best of your ability, you take a bite as you get back on your feet. Your face scrunches up instantly. The taste… isn’t great, but it’s not the worst either. If you had to describe it you would say it tastes like an uncooked spaghetti squash. The real problem is the texture. It’s completely stringy on the inside, making you feel like you’re eating a wet clump of yarn.

But… beggars can’t be choosers. You’re starving, and you don’t want to let it go to waste either, so you power through it. As you’re choking down the last bite, a chill runs down your spine, making every nerve light up in a tingling sensation. Then, as quickly as the feeling began, it disappeared.

Weird. Whatever.

“(Y/N)! Where are you?!” Luffy’s voice cut through the thick woods.

Finally! You were starting to wonder how you’d gone so long without running into anyone else. Running towards the sound of his voice, you call back to him, “Over here!”

It’s not long before he comes into view, along with the rest of the crew. Luffy grins and runs to meet you halfway, “Why’d you run off so quick? I wanted to go with you!” He lifts you up into his arms and spins you around gleefully.

“Did you? Sorry, I thought we were all gonna split up,” you scratch at the back of your head and wonder if you misheard.

“We were, but then we found the ruins Robin was looking for straight away, so we’ve just been looking for you this whole time!”

Mortification washes over you immediately and you hang your head in shame, “You’ve got to be kidding me! I ran right past it, didn’t I?”

“You sure did! Pretty dumb, huh? Zoro didn’t even get as lost as you did!” Luffy set you down, smiling the whole time while he mocked you.

“Watch it!” You swatted at him, not that he particularly cared or even reacted to it.

“Now that you’re done being lost, we really need to get going before it gets any later,” Nami was tapping her foot impatiently, no doubt itching to find the treasure rumored to be hidden there.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! Let’s go!” You wanted to move on from this blunder as quickly as possible, thank you very much. There were a few chuckles from the group as you marched on ahead, but they mercifully didn’t tease you about it anymore.

“Are you hungry? You ran off before I could hand you your lunch,” Sanji sidled up next to you, offering a sweet smile while extending the masterfully packed bento towards you. The cook shot a dirty look over his shoulder to your captain, “Don’t worry, I made sure that he couldn’t get his hands on it.”

You’re sure you missed a battle of epic proportions over your unclaimed lunch. Happily taking it into your own hands, you waste no time cracking it open and digging in as you walk, “Thank you, Sanji! You’re the best!” He puffed up in pride at your compliment, assuring you that it was no problem.

It wasn’t long into the trek when you all came upon a wide but shallow river. It wasn’t so deep that you would need to swim to cross it, but it would be enough to pose a problem for your devil fruit possessing companions.

This wasn’t a big deal, everyone knew the drill. Those that couldn’t get in the water would pair off with someone who could to carry them across. Robin was perched up on one of Franky’s shoulders, much to Sanji’s heartbreak. Luffy latched onto Zoro and was telling him to hurry up and get going so they could all see the ruins.

That just left Chopper, who hurried over to you with his arms up. You were his preferred method of transportation in situations like this. Stuffing your now empty lunch box into your bag, you scoop up the reindeer and place him on your shoulders.

Without any additional fanfare, everyone starts wading through the water. At its deepest, it comes up to your waist. Trudging through waist deep water does naturally take a bit of effort, but this felt much harder than usual. Exhausting even. Your head was swimming and you didn’t even realize you’d stopped until Chopper spoke up.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” He leaned forward to try and see your face better, but you could hardly even register what he was saying to you, much less respond to it. Your silence must have bothered him, and he started to panic, “Guys wait! (Y/N) isn’t looking too good!”

That was the last thing you heard before collapsing into the rushing river. Logically, you knew you should be freaking out. You were underwater and had dropped Chopper in with you, you know you should be flying into action, but you weren’t. You felt listless. Like a puppet whose strings just got cut. The world around you was rapidly fading to black and you felt powerless to do anything about it.

Just before you could fully pass out, arms lock around your torso and wrench you out of the water. You coughed and gasped for breath. The relief of getting your head above water was palpable, but you still felt weak.

You were carried to the other side and gently sat down against a tree by a very concerned Sanji. His hands were clamped onto your upper arms and his eyes raked over your body looking for literally anything that could explain what just happened, “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

Everyone else was crowding around you, too. Chopper wiggled his way to the front, fur still wet from his unplanned dive. Despite that, though, he was in doctor mode, “Give them some space, we need to figure out what happened!”

While he was checking your pulse and breathing, you found it in you to speak again, “I’m sorry about that, didn’t mean to drop you. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Were you already not feeling well? It’s not like you to just collapse like that.”

“I felt just fine until I got in the river. Did anyone else feel weird after getting in the water?” You asked. Maybe there was something in it that makes people sick?

Everyone shrugged off the question, saying that they all felt fine. Chopper wasn’t happy with the lack of any answer for why this happened. Making a quick decision, he stands up and announces that he’s going to take you back to the ship for now.

“No, I’m fine! Give me a minute, and I’ll be good to go, I swear!” You try to plead your case, but no one entertains it.

“You don’t need to force yourself to go on, I’ll help you and Chopper get back to the ship,” Sanji held out his hand to help you to your feet. Reluctantly, you accept the help and wait for him to pull.

He does, but you don’t move. Your hands are still joined together, but your arm is… oh god.

Several things happen at once. Sanji looks down and sees a bunch of blue strings connecting your now disembodied hand to the rest of your arm. Sanji screams at the sight, Chopper faints, Usopp is just straight up gone, and you feel like you’re about to throw up.

“What is wrong with your arm?!” Nami shrieks, looking about as nauseated as you felt.

“I don’t know!”

“Did you eat a devil fruit recently and not tell us?” Robin was the most outwardly calm, but was still visibly disturbed by the turn of events.

“No? How would that- Wait. Hang on. I might have,” everything suddenly clicks in your mind. The out of place fruit, the weird feeling you had after eating it, the water, and now this. You absolutely ate a devil fruit and didn’t even realize it.

“What do you mean ‘you might have’?” Everyone shouts in unison.

“Well, you see, it’s a funny story. You’re gonna laugh,” the unamused expressions on their faces told you otherwise. You continued, “While I was off on my own, I got really hungry. Then I got hit in the head by a weird fruit, so I decided to eat it.”

“You ate a random weird looking fruit and didn’t think that MAYBE you should mention that to us???” Nami looked like she wanted to throttle you right about now.

“... Yes?”

Nami exploded and started laying into you for your transgression, and you were helpless and just had to take it. Until you felt a weird tugging sensation from your arm. Looking over, you see Luffy experimentally poking his hand through your strings with a look of wonder on his face.

“Luffy, get out of there!” Sanji yells while trying to kick him away.

This devil fruit thing is going to take some getting used to.

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writingsbyren · 2 years

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Summer Daze | J.M.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!Pogue Reader

Warning(s): 18+ due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v sex), oral (f receiving), language, drug use (marijuana), underage alcohol consumption. Minors, do NOT interact.

Summary: JJ overhears the reader reveal a secret about herself to the girls in their friend group. He can’t let it go and decides not only to confront her about it, but to rectify the situation.

Each year, the small costal town of Kildare hosted a series of movies in the park during the summer months as a way to entertain both locals and tourist alike. Somehow, it became an unspoken tradition for the Pogues to attend together.

Upon arriving, the girls decided to claim their spot for the evening and handle the setup, tasking the boys to obtain snacks from the designated concession stand.

JJ was the first to head back after securing drinks for the group, while Pope and John Bwaited behind for the rest of their order. He found Kiara, Sarah and Y/N sitting on a blanket they had spread out with three collapse-able chairs set up directly behind them. He took purchase in the chair behind Kie, leaning forward to pass out the drinks in his hand. “M’ladies,” he said in his best British accent, cheesy-grin on display. “Thank you, kind sir,” Y/N replied in the same half-assed accent, tying her best not to laugh as she passed the beverages to the other girls. “What movie is it this year anyway?” John B inquired, arriving with popcorn in hand as Pope trailed, holding an assortment of other junk food. Before the girls had a chance to respond, the opening credits for the movie started to roll, indicating the movie’s title. Titanic. All three boys groaned in unison, while Sarah literally squealed with excitement.

JJ would never admit it to a single soul but he actually didn’t mind the movie one bit. He found himself enthralled by the story, although he could have gone without the girls swooning over Jack every ten seconds. A nudge to his side caught his attention, making him turn his head. “Got take a piss,” Pope announced in a whisper. The blonde nodded, leaning back and smacking John B’s shoulder in an attempt to get his attention. When the brunette turned his head, JJ lifted his fingers to his lips as if he were holding an imaginary joint, lifting his brows in silent question. He watched as his friend leaned forward, whispering something to Sarah and without another word, the three boys snuck off.

While Pope headed towards the restrooms, the other two found a secluded spot behind the large screen to smoke. JJ retrieved the conspicuous joint from behind his ear, placed it between his lips and lit the end with his trusty Zippo like he’d done a hundred times before. As he inhaled, John B spoke. “This isn’t as lame as I thought it’d be,” he admitted, running a hand through his dark hair as the blonde passed the joint, casually shrugging his shoulders, exhaling the smoke with expert ease. “Yeah. Leo’s the fuckin’ man.” They continued their established rotation while discussing DiCaprio’s best roles until the bud was gone, only a roach remaining by the time Pope caught up with them. “I’m going to get another water. You want anything?” He asked, only for JJ to shake his head. “I’m good. I’ll meet you back at spot. Gotta drain the snake,” JB said, while the blonde was already walking back in the direction their seats.

With his hands in the pockets of his shorts, his cerulean blue eyes scanned the crowd as he walked, which consisted mostly of tourons and Pogues with the occasional Kook mixed in. By the time he got close to the girls, he realized what scene was taking place. The infamous car sex scene, which results in the iconic shot of Rose’s hand sliding down the foggy window. He smirked, perverted comment locked, loaded and at the ready on the tip of his tongue as he approached the girls until the sound of Y/N’s voice caught his attention. “Oh, bullshit,” she scoffed quietly, although loud enough for him to hear. “What?” Kie asked in a whisper. He watched as Y/N gestured to the screen as she spoke, “That.” His eyes flickered to the screen at the exact moment Rose’s palm met the glass. “This scene is unbelievable. I’ve never had sex that good,” she admitted, making both the other girls turn towards her with widened eyes. Sarah was the next to speak. “Wait. You mean to tell me that you’ve never..” She trailed off, gesturing to the screen. He watched as Y/N shook her head from side to side. “No, I’ve faked it,” he heard her say. “Every single time.” In unison, their jaws dropped at her admission. She simply shrugged without another word. JJ couldn’t believe what he had heard. Although he wasn’t purposefully eavesdropping, part of him felt guilty for overhearing such a personal conversation. He cleared his throat before taking his seat, announcing his arrival, so they weren’t spooked or taken off guard. Y/N was the only one to acknowledge him, giving him a sweet smile over her shoulder before turning her attention back to the movie. Meanwhile, the other girls were staring at each other, silently communicating the same thought in JJ’s mind: What the fuck.

He couldn’t concentrate throughout the rest of the movie. Instead, a million thoughts ran through his brain. What the fuck kind of guys had she been dating? Obviously, they were self-centered, selfish assholes but that was obvious well before he learned about her.. predicament. JJ never approved of any other male she hung out with. They were never good enough, simply because they weren’t him. He’d been harboring a crush on her since fourth grade but no one knew that. Not even John B. He couldn’t stop himself as his eyes fell to her. Thankfully, from where he was sitting, he had the perfect view. Not only could he appreciate her side profile or catch a glimpse of her smile while she laughed at the movie but thanks the height of his chair, he could see directly down her shirt, perky tits on full display. His mind continued to run wild. Did her previous partners even try? Because he would be willing to spend hours, days even, making her cum. Nothing would make him happier than knowing he made her feel so good, she came all over his cock. Or his fingers. His tongue. Fuck, he wanted her so bad before. With this new information available to him, his crush on her now taking on a new life of its own. His eyes raked down her body, appreciating every inch of her as he drank in the sight before him. Fuck, she’s pretty, he thought. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with a girl like her. Between her crop top and shorts, the amount of exposed skin was driving him absolutely crazy and caused him to shift in his seat due to his growing discomfort. At some point during the night, she has pulled her hair on top of her head and into a messy bun, a look that JJ was an absolute sucker for. He loved it when her hair was up. In fact, it was his favorite look of hers because he got to admire her neck without any obstruction. God, the things that he would do if he had a chance to mark her pretty neck up. JJ reached for a bottle of water, chugging the entirety of its contents in a matter of seconds before the sound of crinkling, cheap plastic caught Kie’s attention. She gave him the ultimate ‘eat shit’ look, although he wasn’t sure if it was for causing a disruption or for using plastic. Either way, he held his hands up in surrender, rasping a quick and quiet apology before blaming his sudden parchedness on the thick humidity.

Someway, somehow, JJ kept his shit together and the rest of the evening went off without a hitch. The next morning, however, was a different story.

Everyone, with the exception of Kie, stayed the night at the chateau. Which is why JJ was surprised to find the living room empty upon stumbling out, still half-asleep, from his room as the sun filtered in through the blinds. Once his eyes finally adjusted to the brightness, he walked out the front door, searching for his two missing friends before his attention was brought to the dock.

His timing couldn’t have been more perfect. There she stood, shimmying out of her tiny shorts until the only piece of fabric that remained on her body was her barely there bikini. JJ was convinced that he was dreaming as he headed in her direction, silently praying that his eyes weren’t deceiving him. As he strolled down the dock, he watched her lie down on the towel she had previously rolled out. He drank her in from head to toe, gnawing on his bottom lip as his blood started rushing throughout his body.

“Good morning, sunshine,” she said in a sing-song voice, looking up at him through the dark lenses of her sunglasses, which disguised the way she shamelessly checked him out. His hair was wild and all over the place, shirtless with his shorts sitting dangerously low on his hips, mouth watering as she appreciated his defined abs and pelvic lines. She noticed the button of his shorts was completely undone, the only thing keeping the fabric up was the zipper. Between his carefree attitude and his good looks, JJ Maybank oozed sex appeal. It was no wonder how every girl he set his sights on ended up in his bed. All he had to do was flash his pearly whites and they were goners, Y/N included. “G’mornin’, mama,” he beamed, voice raspy from sleep, the sound instantly turning her on. “Where’s Pope?” He combed his fingers through his hair, attempting to calm his bed head but failing miserably. She had to tear her eyes away from him before she risked drooling or foaming at the mouth. “Headed out this morning. Said he had to do some deliveries for his dad,” she noted, recalling the boy’s words before he dashed out the front door of the chateau. He simply hummed in response as he begrudgingly tore his eyes away from her, looking over the marshy water when a thought popped into his head. “Wanna go for a ride?” Y/N pushed herself up and onto her elbows, looking over the HMS Pogue. “There’s no telling when the lovebirds are gonna wake up,” she deadpanned. He smiled, shaking his head from side to side before he chuckled. “I’m talking’ jus’ the two of us.” His mischievous grin told her everything she needed to know. He was up to something and she couldn’t wait to find out. He watched her face light up as she grinned from ear to ear and he felt his heart skip a beat as he turned and ran back to the house.

He managed to swipe the boat keys in record time, while she snagged the last remaining beers from the fridge and tossed them into the cooler, which thankfully still had ice from the day before. “God bless, Big John and his investment in quality products,” she laughed, waiting on the porch as JJ emerged from the house, sporting the same look from earlier, except now wearing his bulky boots and trademarked red hat. It was a look that was signature JJ and little did he know, it drove her absolutely crazy. He grabbed the cooler with ease, despite its weight and lead the way to the boat. He climbed in first, sitting the cooler down and offering her his hand, which she gladly took. “Welcome aboard the HMS Pogue,” he announced with a smile as he helped her into the boat. Once on the vessel, she perched herself on the seat directly in front of the helm as he untied the boat from the dock. “My name’s JJ, I’ll be your Captain today,” he continued with his theatrics as he took seat at the helm, starting the engine and guiding the boat down the marsh. “What brings you out today, miss?” She was unable to stop herself from laughing, which she noticed was a common theme every time she was around the handsome boy. “An adventure,” she murmured, locking eyes with his. He bit his bottom lip, unable to take his eyes off of her, despite the fact that he was driving. By the grace of god, he knew knew the marsh like the back of his hand. He nodded, his mind and heart racing, although disguised by his calm demeanor. With his knee keeping the boat straight, he leaned over to the cooler, where he grabbed two beers. He opened them both with ease, handing one to her and lifting his in the air, tilted in her direction. “To an adventure?” He watched her smile even brighter as she clinked her amber colored bottle against his. “To an adventure!”

The mid-morning sun felt incredible beaming down onto her exposed skin as she lied on her back at the bow of the boat, while JJ flipped through the radio in search of a decent station. Aside from the occasional music or static from the radio and the shuffle from his heavy boots, the only other sound was that of the ocean breeze. While others were trying to get off the Cut, Y/N couldn’t think of anywhere better to be. JJ sighed, finally killing the radio without any luck of finding a decent station. “Of course, the damn thing is too old for a freakin’ auxiliary port,” he complained before downing the rest of his beer and opening another before sitting in front of the hull. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he looked at her, bottom lip caught caught between his teeth. “I have to admit something to you.” His words sparked her curiosity. She sat up quickly, hand splayed against her chest. “Holy shit. Have you brought me out here to murder me?” She asked, voice dripping with faux fear, making JJ laugh. “In cold blood,” he responded, taking another swig of his beer before sitting it in an assigned cup holder. “I overheard you last night,” he said, lifting his hat off his head, running a nervous hand through his blonde locks before readjusting the hat back on his head. She made a mental note of such because it was usually a habit of his whenever he was anxious. She sat straighter, crossing her legs as she looked at him, giving him her full attention. With her brows knitted, she tilted her head to the side. “What?” He signed. “Here goes nothing,” he thought to himself. “You’ve really never had an orgasm?”

There was a pregnant pause. He not-so-patiently waited for her to answer his question, although he sat perfectly still, giving her all the time she needed. After the initial shock wore off, Y/N’s laugh echoed throughout the marsh. “Of course, I’ve had an orgasm before,” she clarified. It was his turn to be confused. “But last night.. I thought you said that..” he trailed off. Realization appeared on her face as she shook her head from side to side, the slightest brush appearing on her cheeks. “I can take care of myself,” she said softly, the brush deepening. JJ thought she was the cutest thing, despite their very provocative topic of conversation. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he watched her lips wrap around her beer bottle, taking a quick sip. Never in his life had he been jealous of an inanimate object until now. He would give anything for that bottle to be his dick. “Did they even try?” The question fell from his lips before he had a chance to stop it.

“Why do you care? Do you think you could make me cum, JJ?”

“Think?” He scoffed. “I know I can.” He said, very matter-of-fact, cocky smile proudly on display. It was her turn to scoff, pretending as though his words didn’t phase her. Secretly, she loved playing this game with him.

“Yeah? What would you do?” She challenged, uncrossing her legs as she removed her sunglasses from her head and tossed them to the side before leaning back, elbows resting on the edge of the fiberglass as she checked him out from head to toe.

He learned forward, seizing her ankle in his hand before slowly ghosting his palm up the length of her leg, leaving a trail of fire behind him. He leaned further until his lips were positioned directly by her ear as he spoke. “I’d start by teasing the fuck outta you.” With his hand by her hip, he played with the thin strings of her bikini bottoms, sliding his fingers underneath, massaging her hip. “I wouldn’t stop until you were soaking wet,” his breath hit her ear, making her shudder. Moving his hand as slowly as he could manage, he slid his fingertips a few inches, still under the thin material as he ghosted over the top of her pussy. “Then..” he paused for dramatic effect as his lips found her neck. He placed a chaste kiss to her skin before whispering, “I’d eat your pussy like it was my last goddamn meal.” She arched into him, silently pleading for more. He smiled, removing his hand from her bottoms and snatching his hat from his head, throwing it carelessly over his shoulder. He took her face in his hands, hovering over her as he made her look at him. She locked eyes with him and instantly, melted. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” She whimpered in response. Fucking whimpered before nodding frantically. She’d never been this turned on in her entire life. “Words, baby,” he encouraged, thumb playing with her bottom lip as he physically ached, wanting to kiss her. “Yes,” she said, completely breathless already. He smiled so big that his cheeks hurt before finally connecting his lips with hers.

Neither of them had been kissed the way they kissed each other in that moment. There was so much meaning behind the action. I need you, I’ve wanted you for so long, I ache for you. All being communicated without a single word being used. Fireworks. It was the hottest thing either of them had experienced. When his tongue slipped inside her mouth, Y/N moaned at his taste. He reminded of her summer as the taste of Natty Light (or was it Miller Lite? Not that she cared), coconut and the faintest remnant of marijuana dominated her senses. She was in utter disbelief this was actually happening. Finally.

JJ dropped to his knees, his lips slowly pulling away from her as he spread her legs. With his eyes locked with hers, he grabbed her bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them down her legs. She watched him through nodded eyes. She leaned back, assuming her previous position by propping herself up on her elbows and lifting her legs one-by-one so he could completely remove the fabric from her ankles with ease. He smiled, licking his lips as he finally took in the sight before him. Her pussy glistened in the sweltering sun, completely soaked with her arousal. His jaw went slack as he reached forward, spreading the wetness from her opening to her clit. Her head fell back and he lifted his head, taking in the sight before him with a wicked grin before focusing on her exposed core. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he drawled, inching closer until his mouth was on her, completely engulfing her clit. She moaned out loud, her body immediately reacting to JJ as her hips bucked beyond her control. “Fuck,” she gasped. Within a matter of seconds, it was evident to her that he knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. He roughly sucked her clit before licking her core with broad stripes, her sweet taste dominating all his senses as he lost his mind. “So fucking sweet,” he mumbled against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout her body. When she looked down and saw his vibrant blue eyes locked on her as he ate her pussy like his life depended upon it, a loud moan escaped her open mouth, echoing throughout the marsh. With his eyes still locked with hers, he reached up and roughly pulled the fabric of her top to the side until her breasts were revealed to him.

She was a sight for fucking sore eyes, looking so incredibly sinful with her legs spread wide and tits on full display. She looked so goddamn beautiful like this and her taste? He was a total a goner. Her hands tangled in his messy blonde locks, tugging at the roots when he started playing with her nipples. “Fuck. Yes!” She hissed as she pushed his face further into her. He continued his assault on her cunt by using his free hand to slip his middle finger deep into her cunt. “So good, JJ!” She cried out, smiling at the feeling of being so full. He pulled back, removing his mouth from her momentarily and watched as his finger disappeared inside of her before pulling out and pushing right back in. This time, adding a second finger that stretched her out even more. “Don’t stop,” she begged, making him smile. He went back to work, focusing on her clit as he pumped his fingers deep inside of her. He lapped her up, moving his tongue at a blissful pace, while the sounds of his fingers fucking her greedy cunt filled the boat. With his free hand, he flicked her sensitive nipple, making her moan out even more as she clenched around his fingers, signaling to him that she was close. He curled his fingers upwards, pushing deep into her and massaging a spot that was so deep, Y/N didn’t even know it existed. “Fuck! Fuck!” She groaned, hips moving against his fingers as he pressed his face further into her, shaking his head from side to side. “JJ! Please, don’t stop,” she begged, feeling that she was on the precipice of her finish. With a palm full of her tit in his free hand, he squeezed roughly, teasing her nipple with the pad of his thumb and sending her over the edge. The blonde never stopped fucking her with his fingers or tongue through her high, ensuring the feeling of pure ecstasy lasted as long as possible for her. He only stopped when he felt her nails digging into his scalp as she attempted to pull him away.

Sitting back on his haunches, he took in her post-orgasm appearance. Her chest was rising and falling as she tried to calm her breathing with a blissed our smile on her face. She was drop dead gorgeous as it was but after she came? She looked so good that his chest ached for her, almost as much as his cock, which was incredibly hard and straining against his zipper. “That’s my pretty girl,” he cooed, messaging her thighs as he crashed his lips to hers, sharing the taste of her on his tongue. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him back with everything she had.

Grasping her thighs, JJ lifted her as he got to his feet, clumsily stumbling backwards until he felt the seat in front of the helm hit the back of his knees. He laughed as he sat down, bringing her with him only for him to moan when her exposed core met his clothed erection as she sat on his lap, straddling him. “Shit,” he muttered, his hands finding her hips, holding her in place so he didn’t lose his mind too early. She bit her bottom lip, hiding a smile before she busied herself by littering his neck with wet kisses. “Baby,” he moaned as she explored his neck, only to find his most sensitive patch and sucking. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you right here,” he warned, his hands falling to her ass, giving it a harsh squeeze. “Do it. Fuck me, Maybank,” She replied, rocking her hips and grinding down on his cock as she pulled back to look at him. “Don’t make me beg.” He smiled at her empty threat, while snaking one hand up her body until he wrapped it around her neck. “Mmm. Don’t tempt me,” he teased, leaning forward and biting her neck before licking and sucking the same spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure down her naked spine. He reached behind her back, untying her bikini top and ripping it away from her body before his mouth found her tits. He wasted no time, kneading her breasts before taking two fist-fulls. He guided one of her nipples to his mouth, where he happily wrapped his lips around the hardened bud and sucked before flicking his tongue against it, eliciting a wrecked moan from the back of her throat. “JJ,” she whined, head falling back as he released her nipple with an pop before repeating the same action on the other, giving her perky tits equal attention.

“I need you.” Her made his stomach flip and his dick twitch at the same time. Although he loved teasing her and seeing exactly how desperate she was for him, he needed her just as badly. “I got you, mama,” he rasped, lips finding hers as he reached for his shorts. She held his face in her hands, shifting her weight onto her knees, which were pressed against leather seat on either side of him, lifting her weight, so he could remove the only pieces of clothing that separated them. In one swift movement, JJ shoved both his shorts and boxers down his legs with ease, releasing his hard cock, which stood at attention. As her tongue explored his mouth, she reached between them, taking his cock into her hand and pumping slowly, finally giving it a fraction of the attention he needs. “F-fuck,” he hissed, breaking apart to look down, watching her tiny hand at work as his red, swollen tip leaked pre-cum onto her thumb. He knew if she continued, he wouldn’t last long and he was desperate to be inside of her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from him, lifting it to his lips and kissing the back of it before placing it flat against his chest, directly above his heart, which was beating at an alarming rate. JJ grasped his cock with one hand and guided her down on him with the other, angling himself at her center before locking eyes with her, silently asking if it was okay to continue. There was no going back after this. They both knew it and neither of them cared. It was only a matter of time before this happened. Here it was. He ran the head of his cock against her slit, collecting her arousal before he slowly pushed in with ease.

“JJ, fuck,” she gasped as he slid into home. Once every inch was buried deep inside of her, he watched her as her head fell backwards, appreciating exactly how beautiful she was, despite her wrecked appearance. He beamed with pride, knowing it was all because of him. Giving her time to adjust, the blonde’s hands were all over her, worshiping her smooth skin and sinful curves. “Can’t believe those assholes didn’t treat you right,” he spoke, barely over a whisper. “Gonna make you cum so fucking hard that you forget them, baby. I’ll treat you right. I fucking promise.” He babbled until he felt her move. She rocked her hips against his and JJ moaned. It was his turn to throw his head back in pleasure. “Fuck yeah,” he hissed, gripping her hips tight but allowing her to set the pace. He glimpsed down to where their bodies connected before gazing at her through hooded eyes. “Ride my cock, baby.”

Something inside of her snapped, although she couldn’t tell if it was because of his dirty words, the depth of his dick inside of her or JJ in genersl. She quickened her pace before alternating between rocking her hips and circling them before bouncing on his cock. “Oh,” she moaned, finding the best angle as the head of his cock pounded a spot deep inside of her that no one else had come close to finding. “My God,” she cried out, struggling to keep her eyes open and trained on his face as he watched her. She looked so goddamn gorgeous, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her as she used his body to chase her high. He slid further down into the chair and gripped her hips, planting his feet firmly against the bottom of the boat, thrusting his hips upwards, fucking up into her. With his brows furrowed and his bottom lip nestled between his teeth, JJ focused on giving her the ride of her life, using every ounce of energy he had left in his tank. Lewd sounds filled the boat as the combination of skin hitting skin, her wetness, his grunts and the sexiest moans he’d ever heard became his favorite symphony. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, feeling her pussy clench around him as she braced herself with her hands on his defined stomach, loving the way his muscles flexed under her palms with each thrust. “You feel so good, J,” she sighed as he slowed his hips, moving his cock in and out of her at a painfully slow pace, teasing the hell out of her. “Yes,” she drawled out the last letter, smiling before biting her bottom lip. He reached up and grabbed her neck, bringing her down to meet his lips in a desperate kiss.

“You gonna cum for me?” He asked, lips still pressed against hers as he spoke, his hand tightening ever so slightly around her throat. A moan escaped as she nodded, struggling to keep her eyes open. “Not yet. Hold it for me,” he demanded, releasing her throat and wrapping both of his strong arms around her as he sat up straight. He held her to his chest tightly, one hand caressing the back of her head, while the other guided her hips to move in perfect unison with his. “J, I can’t,” she whined, her head falling forward, forehead resting against his as she struggled to hold off her finish. “Yes, you can. You’re doing so good, baby,” he encouraged, digging his fingertips roughly into her hip. “When you cum, you keep your eyes open and on me, ‘kay?” He watched her nod in understanding before diving in and kissing her swollen lips, swallowing her sounds as his tongue entered her mouth. He grabbed her hips with both hands, guiding her up and down on his cock, while he thrusted upward, his hips meeting hers roughly, sending him as deep as their bodies would allow. Y/N held on to JJ for dear life, her hands tangled in his hair at the nape of his neck as she finally gave in to her orgasm, allowing it to take over every inch of her body. Feeling her clench around him one final time, JJ followed her, allowing his own release, his eyes never leaving hers as he coated her walls with his cum. He continued pumping his cock in and out of her until they both came down from their highs, clinging to one another and gasping for air. JJ’s hands slid from her waist to her back, keeping her body pressed to his, both covered in sweat from their actions and the summer sun.

A giggle escaped her lips as he brushed her hair out of her face, while she pushed hairs that were stuck to his forehead away from his, watching as the handsome blonde smiled brightly, beaming up at her. “Holy fucking shit,” she exclaimed, not bothering to move from his lap, although they were out in the open water. They both knew they could be spotted at any given second but fuck, neither of them could care any less. “What’s the verdict?” He asked, voice dripping with sincerity as he traced her spine with his fingertips in a soothing manner. She hummed, peppering kisses all over his face. “I now understand why people have sex addictions,” she exclaimed before they both erupted in laughter. “What about the whole,” she rolled her eyes, lifting her hands, “No Pogue on Pogue macking?” She said, using air quotes, making him laugh harder as he shrugged. “Fuck that. I’ll tell John B that shit went out the window when Kie stuck her tongue down his and Pope’s throat.” He gently caressed her face in his hands, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he stared at her lips. “Which I wanna do to you so bad for at least the next hour.” Before he could reach her mouth, she stopped him with her hands against his bare chest. “Take me home, so I can give you the best head of your life and then, you can kiss me all night long.” JJ’s wicked smile returned as he gave her a playful salute, followed by a wink.

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hopelessrromantix · 2 years

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Content: religious themes, choking, degredation, f-slur, internalized homophobia

It was supposed to be a calm day. Nothing but the usual glances at the school freaks and maybe a rude comment from the basketball team.

But of course, Eddie and Jason were at each other’s throats. Again.

Jason had attempted to pick on the younger members of Hellfire, annoying both you and the group’s leader. Naturally, Eddie was furious. It resulted in a lovely marker drawing of a dick on Carver’s locker. Washable, yes, but enough to piss Jason off.

“You want somethin’ Munson?” Jason questioned, glaring at a very smug looking Eddie.

He’d managed to catch the group as they left that day’s session. He’d likely gotten out of basketball practice with the rest of his goons, most of which were trailing behind him.

“Of course not good sir!” Eddie smirked, giving the most sarcastic bow he could manage. You rolled your eyes. You’d much rather diffuse the situation, but Eddie was always one for dramatics.

“Don’t make it worse, Ed.” You crossed your arms over your chest “Just walk away, he won’t follow.”

Eddie hummed softly, as if he was considering your advice. You knew he wouldn’t take it though.

“Didn’t know you freaks had brain cells,” Carver chuckled, the comment clearly directed at you. You raised a brow. He had nerve.

“A lot more than you,” Eddie quipped. “Listen, I’d love to chat about sports or girls or whatever it is you gossip about in the locker rooms, but I actually have plans.”

Eddie Munson did not have plans.

“You aren’t leaving that easy, freaks.” Damn he was testing you today.

Eddie only laughed. “I know what you’re thinking and no, Chrissy isn’t at my place.”

The way Jason’s eyes widened was almost laughable. Fists clenched at his side, he strode forward, grabbing Eddie’s collar. You stepped behind your friend instantly, getting ready to push Jason off. The only reason you didn’t, is because Eddie gave a small wave, gesturing for you to back off.

“You stay the hell away from my girlfriend, you hear me?”

It was almost sad. How scared he was of losing Chrissy to Eddie. All the while spending most nights crying into your mattress.

“Loud and clear, big boy,” Eddie mumbled, patting the hand holding his collar.

You glared down at Jason, eyes boring into him. With one glance up, he dropped Eddie, taking several steps backward. He tried not to show his mild fear, keeping his expression cruel.

“Whatever,” He huffed. “I better not see you anywhere near her or me.” He didn’t wait for a response, instead walking past you with his group. He mumbled something to the rest of his friends before walking a different way.

“Well that was eventful,” Eddie said, sighing. “I’m probably gonna get my ass kicked, but I’m absolutely gonna find some excuse to talk to Chrissy.”

You shook your head fondly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Eds.” He gave you a half-assed wave, walking toward his van while you went toward your car.

You weren’t very surprised to see Jason sitting on the curb on the other side, out of view from Eddie or his jock friends.

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to the car and unlocking it. After making sure the parking lot was clear (save for Eddie who was blasting Metallica so loud he was sure to go deaf), he hopped in the passenger seat, sinking down.

Most of the drive was silent, your attention focused on the road ahead of you. Eventually he sat up, his knee bouncing and fingers tapping nervously against the car door.

“You know I--”

“If you’re smart, you’ll shut your mouth.” You said, cutting him off. His mouth opened again, but he quickly thought better of it, going back to looking out the window.

You pulled in your driveway and got out of the car just as silently, whipping open the door to your house and leaving it open for Jason to follow. He did a second later, following you to your room.

No one but you was home, your parents on a week long vacation. Originally you were going to surprise him, let him know he didn’t have to sneak around this week. But now, you were just happy you wouldn’t have to gag him.

“You’ve got some nerve, Carver,” You said, smirking. He looked nervous, dropping his book bag by the door. “Comin’ after Eddie and me like that.”

“Just wanted him to stop messing with Chrissy,” He explained quietly, trying not to make things worse for himself.

“Want him to leave her alone, huh?” You asked, sympathetically. He nodded slowly, not sure where the kind tone came from. “Y’know, I think she’d hate it a lot more if she found out you were getting fucked stupid by those ‘freaks’ you hate so much.”

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He was unable to meet your eye, looking from the walls to the floor.

“I just don’t want--”

“I don’t give a fuck what you want, Jason.” Your hand moved quickly, gripping his jaw.

It was tight enough to leave red marks, though you knew he wouldn’t complain. “If you think you can talk however you want to me and get away with it, you’re dead wrong.”

He tried to open his mouth to speak, but couldn’t move with your hand in the way.

He was a sinner, that much he knew. God was surely frowning on his actions, on the way he shivered when you glared at him. But he couldn’t imagine himself stopping.

No matter how loud the voice in the back of his head was, all he wanted was to be good for you.

“Clothes off, on the bed.” You order, finally letting his jaw go. The reddened prints of your fingers stuck around.

“Bu-”

“Did I ask your opinion, bitch?” You watched as Jason shook his head, shedding his letterman jacket and shirt. He took off his jeans soon after, nearly tripping over them with how eager he was to sit on your bed. He was slightly slower taking off his boxers, eyes flicking to watch your expression.

Already twitching and all you did was call him a bitch.

It was always like this. He’d mock your friends then come home with you and get fucking railed. It was some sick fetish for him, not that you were mad about getting to make a pretty boy cry.

He felt sick at how eager he was. His eyes traced your every move, anxiously watching as you stepped closer to the bed. Your hand gripped his chin, much gentler this time. He refrained from leaning into your touch.

Fucking you was one thing. Showing up at your house or begging you to come over to his when his parents were out. Pleading until he got one of Hawkin’s resident freak to fuck him so hard he had to fake an injury in gym the next day.

But loving you? Loving you was something else. Something he couldn’t even consider, not when he was abandoning so many of his morals.

“So pretty like this,” You mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. “You wanna suck my cock, pretty boy?”

He nodded fervently. He could feel himself twitch, a bead of precum trailing down his dick. He knew you noticed, you always did. Eyes gleaming as you held back a laugh, knowing you could torture him like this.

He slid off the bed, undoing your belt and pulling your boxers down just enough to free your half-hard length.

He didn’t wait for you to say anything, instead completely throating your cock, shoving it as far back as he could. He could feel you getting harder in his throat, forcing him to gag the longer he went.

“Aw, so eager to get a dick down your throat that you choke yourself, huh?” You smirked, voice dripping with false sympathy. He tried his best to nod, tears gathering in his eyes. “Slut like you probably likes it, though.” He tried and failed to nod again, giving a low moan of agreement.

The vibration made you sigh, placing both hands on either side of his face. “I think I like you better when you’re quiet.”

He didn’t want to admit that he twitched at that, thrusting his hips up into empty air. You took hold of his hair, dragging him up and down your cock. He let out a mix of gags and moans, his face tinted red as he struggled to breath.

A few thrusts later you dragged his head fully down, burying his nose against your pelvis. You let out a sigh, relishing in the feeling of his throat contracting around you.

He looked so pretty like this, tears streamed down his face, gagging around your cock as he pushed against you. Of course, if he wanted to stop he only needed to tap you a few times. But he never did, no matter how long you choked him on your dick. You were almost certain he’d enjoy passing out, as long as you fucked him afterward.

His eyes rolled back, stuck swallowing helplessly as he ran out of air. Eventually you pulled him off, smiling as he coughed, inhaling as fast as he could.

“On the bed,” You ordered, gesturing your head toward the bed. It took him a second to react, eyes too glazed to process your statement. “Now.”

That got his attention. He moved slowly, sitting himself on the sheets anxiously. He was hoping you didn’t notice the cum dripping from his stomach. He knew you would, though. You always did.

The second you took in his full appearance you outright laughed. “Don’t tell me you came just from that?” He looked away from you, shifting slowly on the bed. “You really are a whore, huh?” He barely processed the insult, nodding along in agreement.

You scoffed at the action, putting one hand against his side. You flipped him over, making him gasp at the sudden manhandling. None of the girls he could date would treat him like that. None would want to rail big strong Jason Carver until he cried. But you would. You always did.

And everytime, he felt worse about himself. He knew the town would turn on him the second they knew he was a faggot, much less the one getting fucked. It was odd that way. As if him topping would make it all better. But he didn’t want to top, he’d never even asked to. He enjoyed the way you treated him too much. Like he was nothing more than dirt beneath your feet.

You gripped his neck, leaning down to meet level with his ear. “I’d go nice and slow to prep you, but I know you want it rough.”

And he did. He always did.

You spit roughly on his hole, chuckling at the soft moan he let out. You held your hand in front of his face, gesturing for him to do the same. He did so, listening as you used it to cover your dick.

“Imagine if your little team could see you now,” You laughed, pushing passed the tight ring.

His mouth fell open, head collapsing against the mattress. It probably would’ve hurt more if he hadn’t fingered himself to this exact scenario in the showers after everyone had left.

But he loved the pain, he loved how you laughed behind him, mocking his constant moans and mumbling. He could barely get a word out, the noises a jumbled mess of “please”, “sir”, “stop”, and “more”.

Naturally, if he really wanted to stop, he could. Just one word was all it would take. But no matter how far you went, he never used it. Not once. Not even when you left him tied up in your closest, vibrator shoved half way up his ass while you went to dinner. He probably could’ve gotten out of it if he really tried. But he hadn’t even thought of that.

His head was clouded, barely registering his second orgasm for the night. The only thing that brought him back was the sound of your mocking coo.

“Fucking whore came again so fast?” You didn’t slow your thrusts, speeding up slightly as he attempted to answer you. All that came out was an extended whine, voice breaking with each harsh thrust into him.

“Think I should call your little friends? Party at L/n’s, right? Let them fuck their ring leader ‘til he passes out?”

He shook his head rapidly, barely realizing he was chanting “nonono” on repeat.

“No? Don’t want your friends knowing you get fucked by a freak?” You questioned, giving a harsh slap against his ass, reveling in the whimper he let out.

“Just want you,” He managed to say, the words slurred. “Just want you using me like this.”

You froze for a second, nearly cumming right there. He whined at your lack of movement, thrusting himself backward.

“You reall are a fucking slut,” You punctuated the sentence with a thrust, earning a loud moan. “My slut.”

And that alone was enough to make him cum again.

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fernclans · 6 months

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MOON 07. (part 1) (tw; death, trauma, blood)

Starring: Dashpaw (BuddingClan), Flippaw (BuddingClan)

Though subtly, the weather had started to change; gone was the warm breeze which carried through the fields from the mountains, now replaced by a cooler chill which was sure to set in quickly. With little cover to hold in the warmth, the prairies grew frigid during the night and patrols were shifted from evening to crepuscular -- during times of sun rise or set.

Under the last light of the setting sun, two apprentices made their way through a yellowing field of grass in hopes of finding a shrew or two before the cold of nightfall set in. Dashpaw, though technical leader of the patrol, is fox-lengths behind Flippaw who had grown nearly impossible to control since growing quickly in size following her ceremony.

His mind must have been on something else, the half-white apprentice bumping into the other who had stalled to a complete halt.

“Do you smell that?” Her voice is quiet, and it's that quietness which made Dashpaw more on-edge than anything. He parts his muzzle, breathing in the nearby scents. Flippaw seems to be eyeing his expression closely, speaking when his pupils narrow into slivers. “It’s blo-”

“Wolf.” He meows breathlessly, the word chilling both of them to the bone.

“WOLF?” Flippaw hisses, perhaps a bit too loud. “Wolf?” She repeats herself, though quieter this time. “Are you sure?” Too young to remember much of life before the pack’s assault, the stench seemed to not be scarred into her nose like it was his.

“Wish I wasn’t.” Dashpaw’s eyes scan the darkening horizon, searching for further clues of their intruder's whereabouts. Unsatisfied with his results and uninterested in being flayed open a second time, he lowers his posture and begins to scurry through the tall grass. “C’mon, Flippaw, let's get out of here.” Turning to look around his shoulder, he’s disappointed but unsurprised when the younger feline isn’t behind him.

His fur is on end when he turns around again to search for the missing Flippaw. It doesn’t take long to find her, as it turns out that she was also looking for him.

“Dashpaw, I need you to follow me.” The spotted molly doesn’t wait for a confirmation before returning into the dense grass, Dashpaw left with no choice but to follow before Flippaw’s tail disappeared completely.

Keeping an ear out for the wolf, a familiar sound reaches him before the smell does and instantly Dashpaw understands the true urgency of the situation -- kittens. Flippaw slips around a small dip in the grass, revealing a litter of three small kittens, no older than a moon at most.

Dashpaw grimaces. “We need to get them back to camp, we can figure out what to do after that later.” He bends over, sniffing at the three bundles of fur -- there were two light brown kits and a blue kit, the latter of whom lets out a pathetic hiss when the apprentice tom’s face grew near.

The thudding of heavy paws catches their ears, and it felt as though his heart would beat out of his chest at any moment. Grabbing one of the brown kits in his jaws, he stops before picking the tomkit up fully, eyes focused on Flippaw, who remained still. “Did you hear what I said? We need to-”

“There’s no time for that, Dashpaw. If we take one kit each and run, the last one is left for dead.” Flippaw meows grimly in a fashion the tom had never witnessed from her before.

“Then what? We fight the wolf ourselves?” The pawsteps only grew louder while the two bickered and Dashpaw was unable to keep his tail from thwapping wildly behind him.

“I’m going to run a diversion while you get the kits. We both know I’m faster than you now- besides, there’s no one in BuddingClan who knows the territory like I’ve come to.” Her adventurous spirit was unable to keep the apprentice caged in camp for long, sometimes common for her clanmates to see her more often asleep than they did awake.

Another two thwaps of his tail, a growl building in his throat, Dashpaw finally admits defeat. There was no time to argue; it was either he agree to her plan, or risk all five of them diying here. She was right, as ironic as it made his name, he wasn’t the fastest cat in the clan -- not anymore. “Fine, but I better see you back in camp alive. Got it?”

Flippaw, in spite of her nerves, flashes him a confident smile. “Got it.” Taking a final look at her clanmate, the spotted she-cat disappears again for what they both hoped would not be the final time.

[ Cougarkit, Cowkit, and Pinekit have joined BuddingClan. ]

hiiii :33 leaving you on a cliffhanger again new! babies! they're 0 moons right now, but i'm headcanoning them as being closer to 4 weeks than 0 weeks since there's no nursing cats in buddingclan (4 weeks is early to wean, but possible)

#clangen #clan generator #warriors oc #warrior cats oc #buddingclan #buddingclangen #dashpaw #flippaw #cougarkit #cowkit #pinekit #moon 7

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Learning to let go

Pairing: John Price x f!Medic! Reader (call sign : Chameleon)

Summary: Price doesn't want you to go on a mission, you two had a disagreement, and result? make or break.

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”. This happens years ago before 141 was formed and Just before Ghost joined the team. Related to Little secret.

Warning: M rated, Violence, Trigger warning with gun violence, gore, past family trauma. swearing. Any medical, military terms and slangs etc, I tried. there are mistakes. There is slight hint the Reader is of immigrant background ( before anyone says anything, I came from an non-Caucasian immigrant family) English isn't my first language, excuse mistakes. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Don't like it? turn around NOW.

"masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse

NOTE: This is for @josephquinnswhore , I promised them to write a Price fic. With Angst. but with good ending.

You were running. Running for your life. Never have you ran so fast in your life before. Your P.E. teacher from College will be so proud of you.

Two shots being fired from behind, a loud ping sound and feeling of searing heat on your hand, and another shot fired hitting your leg. You yelped and tumble down the hill into a bush.

HOW in the FUCK did you get yourself into this situation???

" NO. "

" WHY NOT Captain."

" I am forbidding you to join the mission."

" Give me ONE GOOD REASON."

" ... I don't want you to go."

" You are not my direct superior JOHN, You cannot deny the request. Plus that is not a VALID reason." you seethed.

Price and you been keeping quite low key since he asked you out for dinner. Hidden meetings in his office, stolen glances across the mess hall. You feel like a teenager having secret affairs. While there are no specific rules to date your fellow soldiers, there is a huge taboo dating someone in different rank. Having too many people know about it will risk the relationship and costing both of your career.

With upcoming mission that could be the make or break for the operation, it was all hands on deck. Even the medics usually based at the camp was recruited in for field missions. You also been called in to join.

You have to admit you were slightly nervous. Sure, being an active member of military, you have received basic trainings and still regularly keep your skills with practise on the shooting range and occasional sparrings, this will be the first time you ever seen any live action.

Your fellow medic friend has been recruited in as well, both of you jokingly trying to come up with call-sign. Since they are senior medic, they'll be call Doc, and you good at blending in and make yourself disappear into the background, Chameleon.

Few days after the announcement, Price called you into his office to discuss the mission. As one of the operation officer of course he will know you been called up to join the mission as well. Aware even though he is not your direct superior, and not wanting to make a scene even with the office door closed, you took a deep breath and replied with calm manner,

"I am also a fellow soldier Captain, even though I am just a support personnel, I still ... "

" I said No. That is final. This is why I don't want to get into the relationship." He cuts you off. He lean back into the seat and mumbled the last bit, thinking you wouldn't hear.

That broke the last bit of control you have. Leaning forward on his desk, you spit out at him with extreme anger;

"John Price, then WHY did you even pursue me then? Asking me out for dinner IF a relationship isn't what you want? To be someone you can summon for a good fuck and with no strings attached? I am not here to be coddled, I KNOW the risk when I joined the military. I am not your plaything to be wrapped up and put on a shelf so I don't get injured."

You can see a flash of regret in Price's eye.

Not giving him a chance to reply, you turned and storm out of the office.

You must be reeking with anger, all the soldiers along the corridor were parting way as you storm past them.

For all your life, you been battling prejudices and control.

"Not a doctor degree? what good is a nurse or paramedic degree? not good enough."

" we didn't come to this country for you to do second best."

" Why don't you go get married instead?"

" Joining army??? Phha. Why a girl wanna do that? wasting time. Go get married. that's more useful."

Since childhood, you try your hardest to appease your family, but you were always pretty average academic wise comparing to your fellow cousins. Comparisons between all their children's achievements, that's what they always do the best at any family gathering, you have learn to try and hide yourself in the background so you wouldn't get criticised and judged by all the uncles and aunties. Ironically that is a skill you are pretty proficient now and useful within the army.

You half supported yourself through your Nursing and post graduation degree in Paramedicine, and to spite your parents, you listed yourself into the army, worked hard and got selected as one of the SAS Medical personnel. You were extremely proud of yourself. Also with the support of army you receive regular counselling with military psychiatrist, trying to come to term with your past.

Running back to the infirmary, you couldn't stop your tears pour down your face as you slump against the closed door. Luckily there were no other fellow medics this late at night. You feel absolutely stupid and anger at same time. Just as you thought your life is all smooth sailing, it comes crashing down on you again. You thought meeting Price you have gained control of your life, gained bit of happiness and giving you a bit of sense as an adult, and not a child in your parent's eyes.

You and John avoided each other after the argument. Even though you didn't directly tell your friend , Doc could sense the tension and half guessed what is going on. But they didn't push you to explain.

With the unsolved tension, the day of the mission approached.

" Request for medvac here NOW at the eastern corner! Co-ordinate 61... "

You jumped onto the helicopter immediately with your full gear and medical supply. Gosh it is heavy, you thought. Those weight training you started few weeks ago certainly helped a bit.

Minutes later you been dropped off at the evacuation point, you ran out and towards the soldier you could see slumping about 400 meters away from you.

keep your head low, look for covers. You reminded yourself. Soon you caught up to a younger soldier hiding behind a broken wall, bleeding through his leg.

" Hey , hey, stay with me, how are you feeling?" You asked as you quickly assesses his injury.

" Sore. but I am still breathing." " Good to hear. " You chuckled. Quickly treat his wound as best as you can. " Right, this should be alright until we air lift you back to the camp." You heard a clicking sound as soon as you finish your sentence, something has hit the wall behind you, followed by an explosion, sending both of you forward rolling into the ground.

" SHIT! we been spotted" The soldier groaned.

" GO ! I will cover you!" You screamed.

" You are just a medic!"

" I'm not the one with injury, Just GO!"

with a nod, he half run half stumble towards the helicopter, where few soldiers already started shooting trying to cover for both of you.

Spotting someone in a distance loading up the a rocket launcher, you screamed into the com, " GO GO GO Enemy loading fire!!!" While running towards the opposite direction towards the wood.

Just as you enter the wood you saw the helicopter taking off, rocket launcher narrowing missing them. You let out a sigh of relief but realise you are left out in the enemy zone.

So much for playing hero. As you tumble into the bushes, you can hear the soldier above you, trying to see where you disappeared to. Keeping your breath as silent as you can, difficult as you were running on adrenaline high and pain from your gunshot wound wasn't help much at all, you only move when you can hear them stepping, trying to use it to cover up any of the rustling sound from the bushes. Readying your combat knife in one hand and your handgun in another, you waited.

You saw one got closer to you, leg right beside you, you took the chance to shoot them right on the leg, as they scream and collapsing you aim right at their throat, finishing them off.

It's only then you notice there was a second chaser when he ran towards his mate after hearing the scream, you pointed the gun up and as soon as he appear within the range above you, you gave your best shot right in his head. Sending the soldier tumbling down, dead.

You were dazed for a while, trying to calm yourself down. You never kill anyone before, ever. Hell, you are a medic, sworn an oath to save lives. Trying your best not to throw up, the sick feeling of killing not only one life, but two.

Slowly crawling out from the bush, you took the dog tags off the soldiers, and look for anything useful. only then you remember your own injury, and hurryingly bandage yourself as best as you can. You used most of the supplies when treating your fellow team mate before, but at least you know the wound will be alright until you find help.

Looking around, you can see the sky starting to darken. How long have you been out here for??? Is anyone looking for you?? You move your hand to the com, only to realise it was broken during the tumble. Letting out a sigh, you assume they wouldn't risk sending out another team just to rescue a little rookie medic that can be easily replaced, decided if no one else is going to come, you can only help yourself.

Price looked around as soon as the medvac helicopter landed. Seeing your Doc friend coming out and unloading all the injured soldier, he let out a sigh. Assuming everyone came back in one piece.

After the argument, he regretted what he said to you.

In the past, he avoided relationship, as he deem it unnecessary and also a risk. Especially with them as special forces. The amount of enemies they make, not just some petty thieves or burglars, but international terrorist group and criminal syndicates. They WILL hunt you down, and your love ones.

You were a... happy accident? Your quick thinking saved him that day. He was intrigued by you. He want to get to know you more.

You are a quiet sort. Always trying to make yourself blend into the background. When he heard from the fellow soldier what call sign you been assigned with, he smiled, Chameleon. Very fitting. Beneath the quiet exterior, you are actually quite witty, loves a good dad joke, and most important of all, a kind heart.

In the short time of you two dating, two of you haven't really gone into too much details about your families. Only thing Price knew you pretty much cut off any sort of contact with them, and somehow they are responsible why you are such a quiet person.

" Captain."

Price turned around, seeing Doc approaching him.

" How can I help."

"....um...." Hesitantly, they lower their voice." I know things haven't been going well between you and... her." Price raised his eyebrow, silently urging them to continue. " But ... Chameleon is missing."

Missing? What do they mean by you are missing?

"We had to take off after she warned us with enemy attack, and she was being chased into the forest by two soldiers as we quickly evacuate..."

Price's blood ran cold.

"I don't think the higher up is going to send out anyone to search for her.. but.. I just want to let you know." Doc sighed. They regret not following you off the helicopter to help, and now you are all alone out there, assuming if you are still alive.

Thinking of ways to track you down, radio is out of the question as you are way out of the range and even if you are contactable, enemy forces might be listening.

Cellphones? out of option. Again, the enemy might track you down with it.

Now he is really fearing for your safety.

Three days, you wondered in the forest. Luckily you stole some of the ration bars off the dead soldiers, and the bullet that hit your water flask didn't damage it. Doing the best to conserve food and little water you have, you try to head towards the direction of the village the camp was based at.

This is when you thanked yourself from few weeks ago, pouring over the map to try and study the areas the team was heading in, so you slowly and surely make your way towards it.

By end of the fourth day, you pretty much finish all your water, down to the last bite of the bar, you were exhausted. You are now sure the wound is starting to get infect as you took a peek at the site, it's starting to sting more and the wound was turning into angry red flesh.

Gotta keep going, gotta keep going. You have to show them what you got. The mantra just keep going around and around your head.

As the sun sets on the fifth day, you finally saw some civilisation. Dragging yourself for the last few meters, you saw the familiar site of the base camp.

" Chameleon!!!!!!!" You heard your friend calling out.

Price heard the noise and walked out the tent to check out the commotion near the gate, and he saw you, alive, but disheveled and much the worse for wear. You dragged yourself past him, not even looking him in the eye, and straight into the arm of your friend and collapsed.

" Get her into the infirmary!!" Price ran up and help Doc to carry you into the medical tent. Do you despise him that much you wouldn't even look at him, even at the worse state, for help? His heart broke a bit.

" She is alive, but wounds are getting quite infected. Shot in hand and leg. It's a miracle she is still conscious after five days. " The doc mumbled and Price froze. You survived all by yourself with severe injury and walked back barely in one piece? This is why he doesn't want you on this mission at the first place! He doesn't want to see you injured. He thought back to your words, I am not your plaything to be wrapped up.

His feeling just got lot more confused.

Slowly opening your eyes, you see bright white ceiling. Confused, you look towards the side, now you are pretty sure you are not at the base camp anymore.

How long you been out for?

Hearing a light snore, you saw Price sitting on the chair, beside your cot, dozing away.

Has he been here all the time?

Don't go all soft. you chided yourself.

Trying to open your mouth and make a sound, but the only noise you could make was a groan. That was enough to wake Price up. He stood up immediately and help you to sit.

" Careful with the IV line. You been out for two weeks."

TWO WEEKS? Was your injury so severe that you were knocked out from it and the exhaustion?

"Doctor mention from the severe infection from the untreated injury and the exhaustion, your body just went into a healing mode... they couldn't wake you up." He explained while pouring you a glass of water. Price helped you to sit up more and holding your hand after noticing your hand shaking slightly holding the glass. You gingerly sip on the water, knowing drinking too much in one go will make you choke.

"Wha... what happened afterwards?" Your voice came out all hoarse and crook.

" Mission was success, we didn't lose anyone, well, nearly lost you. by Miracle." He commented.

An awkward silence ensued.

Finally, he spoke again. " I am sorry."

" Why are you sorry."

" I apologise for being.... an ass."

You hummed.

" I was being overprotective, and overstepped my boundary. I shouldn't have allow the emotion to take over." He continue to apologise.

" John. For all my life, I have no control of what I want to do. Nothing was good enough for my parents. For anyone." You suck in a deep breath. " Completing my degree and joining the military was my way of saying a big fuck you to them, that I can make decisions on my life, do what I want." Chuckling bitterly, " Ironically isn't it, I escaped and chose a profession that requires a lot of obeying to commands."

" But I feel this is where I belong. Helping people out, and people actually appreciate me. I made friends, and not the friends my parents " deemed proper " to associate with." Turning your head away from him, "... and I met you. I was happy you know? Someone who actually likes me for who I am, appreciate my ability."

Turning back, you sneered at him " But I was wrong, you turn out to be just another person that wants to decide things for me, not WITH me. Telling me what I can and can't do."

Price bow his head down in shame. He realise he had hurt you, but never realise to this extend. the hatred can be felt in every word that came out from your mouth.

"Relationship should be equal John," you soften a little. " You really hurt me. A lot. For a while I thought you were the one, the one that I can just take the relationship a bit further." your voice wavered.

" I am really sorry.." Price apologised again.

You didn't reply. Putting the glass down, you slip under the cover again. Turning away and closed your eyes. Effectively ending the conversation.

You were discharged few days later. Back to the base. You were confined to easy paper works for few weeks until you are fully healed.

Each day, you have a cup of coffee, with cream on top waiting for you at the desk.

Vienna coffee. The way you like it.

With no notes. But you know who it's from.

Sometimes it comes with a little chocolate on the side ( another favourite of yours ) and sometimes it comes with a little daisy flower. You can just imagining him walking around the training field and finding flowers. You smiled.

" Still not ready to forgive him?" Doc teases you.

" Nope." Sipping on your coffee as you reply.

" Seriously, as a friend, I think you two need to sit down and talk again."

" I have said all what I can say to him at the hospital."

Soft knocking on the door.

" Come in."

Slowly, a man step through the door.

Price.

" OH, I just remembered the logistic officer want to talk to me about the order. " Doc made a lame excuse and slipped out the door.

Fuck, you thought, cursing them for leaving you alone with Price.

Awkwardly, you indicate him to take a seat in front of your desk.

" Thank you for the coffee. and the chocolate. .... and the little daisy." You quietly said to him, still sipping on the coffee.

" No problems at all."

"...Why are you here."

"I want to apologise again."

" you have apologised enough, and I said all I wanted to say that day at the hospital."

" Still."

" John, it's very hard to forgive you for what you done. You really need to work on your communication skills."

He look down at his hand , said nothing.

" If you still want a relationship, you can't push me to the side this time" You lightly commented. "And thinking you can be the boss and make all the decisions." His head shot back up.

".... Are you free next weekend?" He asked hesitantly.

".... I can be, Why?"

" Can I take you out for dinner."

" Depends, Can I decide what we going to have?" you pull a little smile.

" You can decide this time darling." He let out a shaky breath, maybe he has scored another chance. He is going to do the right thing this time.

And you agreed to few more dates after that. and more after that. Until he ask your hand for marriage.

"...So, this is our third date John. Aren't you going to kiss me?"

" And I love you too."

" ..... !!!"

" Cat got your tongue?"

" .... shush."

The story of Chameleon and John is connected to Ghost's route in the Mini MacTavish verse. The experience of struggle between them makes John being more emphatic what is going on between Mini and Ghost. Hence why he urges Ghost and Soap and Mini to talk it out, and not to have any regrets.

I am no action star, so any action bit, my imaginations lol.

Regarding the family trauma like the reader had, I was extremely lucky ( Unlike some stories of my friends) I was pretty much given free reign to do whatever I want ( Mum : Just as long you don't go bad, have a job, that's good enough for us. )

Thank you for reading, liking and reblogs!

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threewaywithdelusion · 1 year

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I Would've Liked To Know You: Max

(Warning for major character death (Steve) that occurs before the fic starts, implied/referenced child abuse (Max, nothing on page). This is set in 2002).

Max got the stranger who had given her a ride to drop her at the edge of the cemetery. Her cell phone rang — probably Lucas again, wondering where she was — and she switched it off. She couldn’t handle talking to him. Not yet.

She made the walk across the fields of the cemetery from memory, pulling her coat closed around her. It was early October and it was chilly in Hawkins. She’d forgotten, since moving to California, how cold it could get here.

Max passed the part of the cemetery where she knew Billy was buried, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.

She kept going until she reached the far corner of the cemetery. It had been described to her before — the headstone was under a huge tree, which bloomed with flowers in the spring. She ran her fingers over the letters carved into the rock, confirming she was in the right place.

Steven James Harrington

November 13, 1966 - September 17, 1986

Son, friend, hero

She had long since memorized the words on the headstone.

Maybe she should’ve felt guilty, visiting Steve and not Billy, but she didn’t. Because Steve was more her brother than Billy ever had been.

She folded her cane and took a seat on the grass, a foot away from the headstone.

“I don’t know why I’m here,” Max said. That was a lie. “I mean, I know a little. I didn’t, like, run away and board a flight from California and then take a bus down here from Indianapolis for no reason.”

Max fiddled a bit with her cane, folding and unfolding it. She hadn’t said it out loud yet. Had barely admitted it to herself.

But she’d come all this way to talk to Steve, dammit, so she was going to get her shit together and do it.

“I’m pregnant,” she said. She gave a little laugh. “You’re the first one to know. I haven’t even told Lucas yet.”

Her phone felt heavy in her pocket. She hadn’t told Lucas where she was going. She’d taken the pregnancy test in a pharmacy bathroom and then had to ask the teenage girl behind the checkout counter to tell her if there were two lines. The girl had said yes, sounding judgmental. Which was maybe fair given that all she knew was that Max was in the kind of situation where she was taking pregnancy tests in a public bathroom when she couldn’t even read the stupid results.

Max had gone home, not slept for a week straight, then picked a fight with Lucas and run away, all the way from Los Angeles to Hawkins.

“I’m, uh. I don’t know if you can feel time passing, but I’m thirty-one. This isn’t a teen pregnancy or anything, and Lucas has a job and we haven’t broken up in years. It’s not… it’s- I should be ready for this.”

Max cleared her throat. The wind was blowing, cutting through her jacket and making the trees rustle. Max hated trees. She hated forests. They all made her think of the Upside Down. She loved the never-ending concrete of Los Angeles, the only nature the beaches and the ocean that she still loved.

When she was in California, it was easier to pretend that everything that had happened in Hawkins had been a bad dream. That she and Lucas were fine and normal and had never killed or fought or watched loved ones die.

“I’m scared,” Max admitted. “My dad left and my mom tried, but she was never good enough. Neil yelled and Billy hurt me and how the fuck am I supposed to take that kind of upbringing and believe I’m someone who can care for a kid?”

The funny thing was that even without the monsters, Max would have been fucked up. She’d had to explain it to Lucas — how when he was silently angry it was worse, because she kept waiting for the moment he’d snap. How he could put down a plate too hard and she’d flinch, scared he was about to grab her or shove her around. How an empty fridge made her heart clench, even after years of always being able to afford food.

She wasn’t fit to raise a baby. Especially not Lucas’s kid, who should have everything good in the world. Lucas would be an amazing dad, would play games with the kid and teach them basketball and tell stories while doing funny voices, like he did for his DnD characters.

Max knew he wanted a kid. She also knew he hadn’t said anything because he knew she wasn’t ready. That she might never be ready.

And then fate or a broken condom had gone and put her in this situation anyway.

“I thought about getting an abortion,” she told Steve. Maybe it was fucked up, but it was easier to talk to Steve’s grave. Steve had been so patient with her when she’d been a teenager, always offering to listen to her problems, and she’d turned him down time and time again, staying silent and refusing to let him help her.

“But I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to be a shitty mom, so maybe it’s the right thing to do. But I keep trying to picture my kid for some reason. And I see this little girl with warm brown eyes and my round cheeks and Lucas’s huge smile and some part of me wants that. I want to have a baby that’s half me and half Lucas and I want to do right by her.

I was lying awake, trying to figure out what I wanted to. Thinking about my shitty childhood. And then I thought of you.”

Max set her cane down in the grass, smiling faintly at Steve’s headstone.

“I thought of the way you drove me around and patched up my skateboarding injuries and bought me milkshakes when I was said or angry but didn’t want to talk. I thought of the groceries you bought me when Mom was too drunk to remember or when there wasn’t enough money, even though I never asked and always said I didn’t need your charity. And you fucking saved my life, over and over again, like that’s a normal thing to do. You jumped in front of a demodog for me when you hadn’t even known me for a day. You didn’t even know my name.”

There was a lump building in Max’s throat, tightening so much that it hurt to talk. But she had to. It had been so hard to start and now the words were just spilling out.

“We always used to call you Mom, and we were teasing. Making fun of you cause you were some popular basketball guy but you also heckled us about our manners and picked us up from school and shit. And you acted all offended, but I saw you smiling a few times. You liked it,” she told the headstone accusingly. “You liked being our mom.”

The headstone didn’t say anything, but Max knew that if Steve were here he would be denying it, committed to the bit that he wasn’t their parent, just a reluctant babysitter.

Max cleared her throat. “And I was thinking… God, you were just a fucking kid. Like, I’m thirty-one and I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. And you were nineteen, with seven kids and a monster dimension under your feet and you were still a good mom. So like, I guess I didn’t just have shitty parental figures in my life.”

Max glared at the headstone, as if daring it to judge her for being emotionally vulnerable. Not that Steve would have done that, even if he hadn’t been a bunch of bones in a coffin buried under the grass she was sitting on.

Steve would have probably been proud.

“So I’m gonna do all that shit,” Max said. “Drive the kid around and kiss her boo-boos and buy her milkshakes when she’s feeling bad. All the things that you did. And I guess maybe that means I can be a mom.”

She blinked and a tear rolled down her cheek. She wanted to swipe it away, but she didn’t. Steve deserved to be cried over.

They’d all moved away from Hawkins. Max only saw the town these days in her nightmares. But Steve’s grave was still here and sometimes it felt like they’d abandoned him. Even if there wasn’t a him left to abandon. Even if he would’ve wanted them to go, to escape this helltown and chase better lives elsewhere.

He’d been gone sixteen years. More than half her life.

It hurt to miss him still.

“I wish you were here,” Max whispered. “I wish I could talk to you for real. I wish you could tell me I’m not crazy for thinking Lucas and I can do this.”

Max let herself fall apart a little bit, crying over the future that would never happen. Steve would never come watch the baby so she and Lucas could go on a date night or finally get some sleep. He would never get to be the fun uncle, or the one her kid ran to when they were pissed at her and Lucas for some teenage drama. To her, he would never be anything more than a memory. To her child, he would never be anything more than a story about a long-dead stranger.

Max leaned forwards so she could touch the headstone, running her fingers over the letters that spelled out Steve’s name.

“You would’ve made a great Uncle Steve,” she whispered.

She bowed her head against the gravestone for a moment, resting her forehead against the cool rock.

Then she stood, wiping the tears off her cheeks and the grass stains off her jeans. She extended her cane and made her way out of the cemetery, pausing by the gates to turn her cell phone back on.

It kept dinging with missed calls, but Max ignored that, dialing a number by heart.

“Max?” Lucas’s voice was warm and concerned and so full of love that she almost started crying again.

“Lucas,” Max said. “I’m in Hawkins. I, uh, I had to talk to Steve.”

Lucas was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “Are you okay?”

Max nodded. “Yeah. I’m okay. I’m coming home.”

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #Mia writes fanfic #max mayfield #steve harrington #lucas sinclair #tw: major character death #tw: child abuse #pregnancy

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local-fanfic-addict · 2 years

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Imagine:

Isildur comforting you after you are rejected from the Sea Guard.

Isildur x gn!Reader

Notes: Feelings of sadness, Confessions of love, Romance

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The noise of the square wasn’t loud enough to muffle Islidurs cries for you, the Aegean blue uniform he wore made him easily distinguishable from the other souls that walked through the square, his head on a swivel as he climbed the stairs up to the pillars you were situated behind. You tried to avoid his gaze, curling your head into knees and arms, maybe if he didn’t see your face he would leave.

He didn’t.

You could hear his footsteps stop in front of you, the rustling of fabric as he knelt to your eye level, a gentle hand resting on your shoulder to pull your head up from the depth of your arms. The expression on his face was one of concern and empathy as he sighed.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, you know. Berek went half mad when you ran off, I think he likes you more than me!” He joked, a grin creeping its way onto his face at his attempt to make you smile.

When you didn’t reciprocate, his face fell again. Clearly this was something more serious and for once, he didn’t quite know what to say.

“My father told me what happened… Are- Are you alright?”

You couldn’t help but replay the event in your head, the excitement you had felt as you waited for the test to begin, the determination that overtook you. The nervousness that you had felt like seasickness as you waited for the results from the Sail-Master, his face cold and emotionless as he failed to speak your name among the recruits who had passed.

Years of practice and ambition shattered in moments. You had run off as soon as you knew you hadn’t made it. Your feet carrying you to the square outside the Citadel, hoping to be lost in the crowd.

“We were supposed to be on the Sea Guard together, Isil. I didn’t even get into the training regiment… I’m a failure.” Your voice was thick with tears, dry from your crying as the color of embarrassment tinted your cheeks to have Isildur see you like this. You felt humiliated and less than adequate as you sat against the pillars of the square.

Isildur’s face twisted with concern, his brow knit with it. “Hey, no no, you’re not a failure! No… You’re amazing, and talented, I’ve heard you sing! And you’re not a half bad dancer, either.” He chuckled, taking your wrists in his hands.

This garnered a single chuckle from you, though it sounded more like a scoff.

“Dancing isn’t getting me onto the Sea Guard. We always promised to do everything together, and here I am holding us back!” You could feel tears well in your eyes again, all the emotions flooding back despite your efforts to curb them.

Isildur hung his head with a solemn purse of his lips before a sly smile and a mischievous grin overtook his stoic face.

“Well… You are right, we did say we would do everything together, didn’t we? I suppose the only thing for me to do is defer.”

This snapped you out of your sorrows, you couldn’t have heard him right. Defer? After everything he had worked for? Gone for you?

“Isil you can’t! Not for me. What would your father think?”

“I don’t care what he thinks! We made a promise when we said that and I’m not going to break it for the Sea Guard. You’re worth more than all the salt in the sea to me, Y/N.”

He lifted a hand up to your face, a calloused but gentle thumb wiping away the remainder of your tears as a smile crept onto your face.

“What would we even do?” You asked, the thought of doing everything with Isildur now running wild in your mind.

“We could do anything we wanted! We don’t even have to stay in Númenor.” He suggested, the same mischievous glint in his eyes as before.

You grinned, mirroring his mischievous gleam.

“We could go west?” You knew it had been his ambition for a while, and the light that rose to his face was worth a thousand rejections from the Sea Guard. A laugh escaped your lips as he grasped your shoulders before bringing you into a warm embrace.

“That sounds wonderful, Y/N.”

#the rings of power x reader #rings of power #lotr rop #lotr trop #isildur #isildur/reader #x reader #imagine #comfort #Isil is a sweetheart #god I love him #berek is best horse #BWCfic

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diabolicalacid · 1 year

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ONCE MORE TO SEE YOU 🫧🎐

you knew there was no point delaying this furthermore. with kurosawa senpai practically sitting on top of your head, ranting about just how disobedient you have been to her and to mako san so far, you know you have no time to lose now. an year with osaka weekly and all you’ve received from their end are countless complains. granted it’s only just the result of your own poor choices and actions. but you want to change that, rather, this time around, you don’t want to be regarded as a rookie who can’t get things done. you’ve already invoked several undesirable responses so far, but that stops now.

it needs to be done. it’s now or never. you know that. with time slipping out of your hands like silk white sand, you need to do it. staring at the phone screen, back resting against the pillow, feet folded but fingertips clutching in fear, anxiety ebbing within your blood, that isn’t exactly helping you much right now. or at all.

maybe you should’ve asked atsumu for help. he wouldn’t have said no to you. no, perhaps not, because you told yourself you would do it on your own, and that was a pact you made diligently. to add to it, you told tetsurou as well and for the first time, you felt like you were stepping up for yourself. so no, you aren’t going to throw that away just because you’re getting cold feet. quite literally, because it’s cold outside. plus, quite honestly, you don’t want sakusa and atsumu to end up arguing over you again. thrice is enough. shoyou told you he isn’t a fan of that when it happens.

that reminds you, there’s also shoyou you need to apologise to. your last encounter wasn’t exactly tasteful per se.

so you lift the phone closer to your face, go through the group chat you have with musubi and search for sakusa kiyoomi’s digits. the moment your eyes find exactly what they were searching for, the load of anxiety pitting your skin grows exponentially. no, it isn’t because you’re scared. rather, you’re embarrassed from your last encounter. you’re angry for what he did to you. though in retrospect, you now think you could’ve been partly wrong too.

not only do you deserve an apology, but so does sakusa kiyoomi. and the first step towards that as well as saving the job you literally left to hang by a thread, is to actually muster enough courage to text him. as easy as it sounds, you can feel your cellphone slipping out of your sweaty hands. you aren’t exactly a fan of the situation, but you can’t help it.

you repeat the mantra to yourself, “it needs to be done.” but your voice is too loud, and ends up reaching the living room, reaching miya atsumu, who’s clueless about the current dilemma you’re facing.

“what needs to be done?” he questions, eyes still stuck on the television screen, but then he turns his neck in the direction of the bedroom when he doesn’t receive anything from your end, repeating, “what needs to be done, yn?”

“nothing.” you sigh, “i was just talking to myself. nevermind that.” you tell him, and that’s enough for him to not investigate further.

looking through every defined and every abstract emotion you have regarding sakusa kiyoomi, regarding yourself, regarding your job, you finally discover the very sliver of courage you needed to do what needed to be done. albeit, your hands are still shaky, the flow of adrenaline is quite strong, the anxiety is still pitting your skin, and you’re practically sweating even while it’s cold outside, you still have it in yourself to get the job done.

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↬ A/N : yn’s got some guts, huh?

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welcometojackass2022 · 1 year

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Quiet Time (Dom!Rake Yohn x Reader) [Smut] (Jackass, CKY, VLB)

@chasingwinehouse you already know what I’m gonna say…you’re the co-writer :) thank you for the concept, the extra details and the GIFs!! Always happy to write for Rake, he’s underrated as hell and VERY sexy in my humble opinion.

Description: You, Rake, and the rest of the guys are all staying in a hotel for the night. You and Rake go off into your personal hotel room and proceed to have loud, hot, wild sex that results in the guys banging on the shared wall of the two hotel rooms to try and shut the two of you up. Obviously, Rake isn’t about to just do whatever they want, so the two of you get even louder.

Warnings: Female Reader, Cursing, Smut, Auditory Exhibitionism (Rake fucks you loud enough that the guys can hear from the other room but no one actually sees the two of you have sex), Dom/Sub Dynamics (Rake is a mildly soft, super loving super passionate dom), Praise Kink, Some of the guys are implied to be turned on by hearing you and Rake fuck and Novak masturbates to it cuz he’s a fucking freak, Rough Sex, Breeding Kink Element

@asskickedbygirl tagging you since you asked me to tag you in all my works.

@idk118118 tagging you since you mentioned wanting to see more Rake content.

“Why do you two assholes get your own room when the rest of us have to cram into this one?” Bam tossed his bags onto one of the two hotel beds and shot an annoyed look at you and Rake as the two of you sat down on the couch to watch the guys unpack. You grinned, shrugging as Rake threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. Frantz, the one who’d booked the rooms, smiled apologetically as he set his own bags down by the couch. “The whole place is practically booked, Bam. This room and Rake and (Y/n)’s room were the only ones left and I figured they should get the other one since it’s just a double bed and this one has two beds and a couch.” Aside from Bam and Frantz, the room would also be fitting Ryan, Dico, Raab and Novak. Ryan and Bam would get one bed, Dico and Raab would get the other, and Frantz had graciously agreed to take the couch (and, more importantly, to share with Novak) so the other guys wouldn’t complain even more than they already were.

You and Rake had been given the other room, which only had a double bed, due to being the only couple in the group. Was it slightly unfair? Sure. Did you feel bad about it? Not really. Bam was a little bitch, Raab and Dico were constantly trying to start shit out of pure boredom, and Novak was an unpredictable druggie who couldn’t be trusted with anything and would probably end up setting something on fire by accident; the idea of sharing a room with any of them was unpleasant, to say the least. The only guys you really felt bad for were Frantz, who had to take the worst spot (the couch) and the worst bedmate (Novak) despite paying for both rooms, and Ryan, who was usually pretty chill and could sit still and mind his own business when he needed to. You’d offered to let them stay in the double bed room with you and Rake, either letting them take the bed while the two of you took the floor or vice versa, but they had declined, so that was that.

Bam opened his mouth as if he was about to pick another fight over the room situation, but then quickly got distracted when Ryan came into the room holding a drink in one hand and a dirty suitcase in the other, tossing said dirty suitcase onto the bed he was sharing with Bam and sitting on the edge to take a long sip of his beer. “Room’s a little small.” Bam shot you and Frantz a “told-you-so” look, and you playfully rolled your eyes and rested your head on Rake’s shoulder. “Frantz, don’t listen to these whiners. It was really nice of you to pay for the rooms, you didn’t have to do that.” Frantz dramatically gestured to you with a pointed look at Bam and Ryan. “Thank you, (Y/n), nice to know someone appreciates me here.” Bam merely flipped him off and started going through his bag. Raab and Dico came in, Raab making a beeline for the free bed and jumping on it with his dirty sneakers still on. Dico laughed, setting his bag down and glancing around the room with a suspicious look. “Where the hell is Novak? Bam, you better make sure your wallet’s still in your bag, you know Novak’s got sticky fingers.”

Frantz pointed towards the bathroom where Novak had been for the last ten minutes, and you leaned over to mumble in Rake’s ear. “You think he’s taking a shit or doing drugs?” Rake grinned, running his hand through his scraggly hair and shaking his head. “It’s a 50/50 split. Either way, at least we won’t have to deal with him tonight.” You smiled. “That’s true. We get a whole night to ourselves, just you, me, a double bed and a TV.” Rake’s eyebrows raised, as if he was only just considering the possibilities that came with the two of you getting your own room. “Oh fuck, that’s right. Man, a whole night with just you and a big bed, sounds like heaven.” Dico, who could hear the two of you from where he was unpacking his bags, immediately launched into his famous Rake impression, making weird noises and talking incomprehensibly, and Rake shot him an annoyed look. “Come on, dude, I don’t fucking sound like that.” Dico mocked him again, prompting a fight between him and your boyfriend, and you took the opportunity to slide down towards the other end of the couch to talk to Frantz. “Hey seriously, Frantz, thanks for paying for both of the rooms.”

Frantz nodded, clearly relieved that at least one person there actually appreciated him. “It wasn’t a problem. You’re the only person here that even respects me half the time, so giving you and Rake your own room doesn’t bother me. I get a sick satisfaction from making all the guys cram into this one room together anyway.” You smiled. “I bet. You’re probably gonna be up all night hearing Bam and the others throw temper tantrums about it, though.” Frantz grimaced. “I didn’t think about that.” Rake pulled himself away from his little fight with Dico to move over towards you, putting his arm around your shoulder again and kissing you on the forehead. “If my friends keep being dicks, someone’s gonna get choked out.” You laughed. “I’d like to see that happen. I bet you’d look really sexy choking someone out.” Bam shot the two of you a look as he began raiding the mini fridge. “No dirty talking when the rest of us are in the room with you, assholes. Take it into your personal room.” You ignored the obvious jealousy dripping from Bam’s dig and grinned at Rake. “He does have a point, Rake, we’ve got our own room now. We should go use it.” You raised your brows suggestively, and Rake immediately shot up from the couch like a bottle rocket. “Fuck yes.” You laughed, standing up. “Alright, glad you’re a fan of that idea.” You moved to walk towards the door, but Rake quickly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes.

“Jesus Christ, Rake, I have legs you know.” You laughed, face red from being upside down as Rake walked towards the door with you over his shoulder. “Later guys, me and the missus are gonna go spend a little alone time in our hotel room.” Bam made a grossed out noise, Raab and Frantz cheered you both on (more sarcastically than anything else), Dico did a wonderfully tasteful impression of what he imagined Rake would sound like in bed, and Ryan wordlessly laid back on the bed and closed his eyes with his hands folded behind his head like he was going to take a nap. Rake shut the door to the hotel room behind him and walked over to the door right next to it, which was the door to the room you and him were staying in; he quickly took the key card out of the pocket of his jeans and used it to get in, throwing the door open and walking over to the bed where he promptly threw you down onto your back as playfully as he could. You sat up, giggling. “You gonna carry me around like that more often or was that just a one time thing?” Rake grinned at you as he walked over to close the door to the hotel room. “Any time you want me to, princess, you just gotta ask.” You blushed at the nickname and glanced around the room. “Nice room, Frantz never lets us down.” It was smaller than the other room, with a TV, a coffee table, a desk, a mini fridge, and the double bed. You noticed right away that the headboard of the bed was against the one wall that the two hotel rooms shared.

“Great place to put the bed. Guess the guys will get to hear everything tonight, aye?” Rake ran his hands through his long hair and shrugged with a grin. “They’ll live. And anyway, what do you mean ‘tonight’? Who says we can’t get started right now?” He made his way over to you, leaning down to give you a kiss, and you pulled away with a soft smile. “Good point. Are you willing to put up with hearing them complain the whole time?” You could faintly hear the guys talking to each other through the wall, so you knew for a fact that they would be able to hear you and Rake fuck. “I’ll gladly put up with hearing those assholes throw a fit if it means getting to fuck you, baby.” You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you again, leaning back so you were laying on the bed with Rake on top of you and your legs wrapped around his waist. He slid his hands up your shirt, rubbing and grabbing at your stomach and hips as he kissed you, and after a moment or two you pulled away breathlessly and helped him pull your shirt off. He effortlessly unhooked your bra and tossed it aside, leaning back down to kiss you again as his hands grabbed at your breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles over your hard nipples appreciatively. “God, baby, you’re gorgeous.” You blushed, moving to take his shirt off too, but he stopped you with a grin. “No need to rush, baby, we’ve got plenty of time. Just let me focus on you for a little bit first, okay?”

Rake got up, moving down so he was sitting between your legs as he helped you pull your bottoms off; he leaned down to press kisses to your inner thighs, sensually pulling your panties down your legs and tossing them aside as he teasingly rubbed his fingers over your dripping wet pussy. You leaned back against the pillows, propped up just enough to be able to see what he was doing with your body relaxed against the bed. Rake pulled your legs up over his shoulders so his face was held perfectly between your legs, your pussy barely an inch from his mouth. “Fuck, princess, your pussy looks so pretty, I can’t wait to taste you.” He pressed his lips to your clit, sinking his fingers into the soft skin of your thighs as he ran his tongue over your sensitive pussy. You moaned softly, bucking your hips up to bring your pussy closer to his face, and he licked circles over your clit with the tip of his tongue, grabbing at your ass to pull you as close as he could to his mouth. He sucked hungrily on your clit, eliciting a moan from your lips that was just loud enough for the guys in the other room to hear; you heard them briefly go silent, like they were listening to see if you’d make another noise, and you glanced down at Rake, who was looking towards the wall between the two rooms with a grin on his face. When you didn’t make another noise, the boys began talking again in the other room, and Rake kissed your inner thigh and went back to what he’d been doing before. “Ignore them, honey.”

He moved one of his hands down, rubbing circles on your clit with his finger as he slid his tongue over your wet folds, grabbing at your hips to keep you steady. You tangled your fingers in his hair, lightly tugging on his long, curly locks for support as you bucked your hips up against his skilled lips. Rake sensually dragged his tongue over your clit, pushing the tip of his finger inside you as he did so, and you tugged on his hair again, biting your free hand to keep yourself quiet so the guys in the other room wouldn’t hear. Rake pulled away from your pussy, looking up at you with a soft but stern look as he kissed your thighs again. “Don’t get all quiet just cuz they might be listening, princess, I wanna hear you moan for me. Make as much noise as you want, and if they say anything I’ll deal with them.” You must have looked uncertain, because Rake sat up and leaned over to give you a reassuring kiss. “Tell you what, you want me to keep going or you wanna move on to something else?" You smiled suggestively, sliding your hands up his shirt. “You should take your clothes off too so we can do something else.” Rake grinned. “Say no more, baby.” You helped him pull off his tank top and then moved to unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down and yanking the jeans down his long, lanky legs to toss them aside. His long, hard cock had made an obvious bulge in his boxers, and the sight of it practically made you drool.

You eagerly pulled down his boxers, watching his massive cock smack against his belly as you released it, and you took it into your hand, getting a firm grip around the base as you pumped his cock a couple times. Rake groaned lowly under his breath, pulling you in for another rough kiss as he moved to push one of his fingers inside you again. He twisted it around, rubbing against your clit as your thumb slid over the head of his cock, and the two of you moaned against each others lips, desperate to get to the main event as quickly as possible. Rake pulled away, cupping your face with his free hand as his other hand stretched your tight pussy out with his fingers. “Where do you want me to fuck you first, honey, against the wall or on the bed?” You moaned softly from his touch, burying your face in his neck as you spoke in a slightly whiny tone. “Fuck me against the wall first, baby, I want you to fuck me hard enough that it slams me against the wall and the guys in the other room can hear it.” Rake growled under his breath. “Anything you want, princess, stand up for me.” You stood up, and he followed suit, backing you up against the hotel wall; he grabbed your ass, lifting you up so your back was against the wall and your legs were wrapped around his waist for support. His hands were preoccupied with holding up then backs of your thighs, so you helpfully grabbed his cock and aimed the head of it so the tip was pressed against your wet pussy, throwing your arms around his neck afterwards. Rake leaned his forehead against yours, gently pushing the head of his cock inside you as his grip on the back of your thighs tightened. You moaned softly at the feeling of his cock head stretching you out, grabbing at his back for support as he pushed his long shaft deeper inside you. He pushed it all the way in, letting you get used to the feeling for a moment, and then the real fun began; he pushed you all the way against the wall and pulled his cock out, thrusting it back inside you with enough force to make your back slam against the wall as you moaned loudly, throwing your head back against the wall as your fingernails dug into his back. He pressed his lips against your exposed neck, quickening his pace as he pounded your pussy with his massive cock.

You were so wrapped up in the feeling of his cock head stretching you out that you’d totally forgot about the boys in the other room who could hear everything through the shared wall. In the other room, Frantz was reading a comic book on the couch, Dico was in the middle of telling Bam and Raab a funny story, Ryan was starting to fall asleep on the bed and Novak was still in the bathroom either shooting up or taking a dump. The second your back slammed against the wall in the other room, every single guy stopped what he was doing and looked towards the shared wall with looks of interest. The slamming sound came again, followed by the sound of you moaning, and everyone immediately exchanged knowing looks; Dico, Raab, and Bam all made a beeline for the wall, leaning their ears against it to hear what was happening. Ryan just made a face and stuck his head under one of the hotel bed pillows in an attempt to block out the noises you and Rake were making; Frantz was mildly interested in the situation happening in the other room, but didn’t want to seem nosy, so he merely flipped through his comic book and side-eyed the other guys as they tried to eavesdrop through the wall. Bam shook his head in disgust as the sound of your back hitting the wall came through again. “Ew, I think he’s fucking her against the wall.” Dico went into another one of his famous Rake impressions. “Ohh, uhh, take my two inch cock baby, woo doo doo woo doo–” Bam covered Dico’s mouth with his hand. “Shut the fuck up for a second, I’m trying to hear this.” Raab was just trying to stifle his laughter as the slamming sounds continued.

Back in the other room, Rake was fucking you with slow, intense, deep thrusts that made your head nearly slam back against the wall, your hands gripping his shoulders so tightly that your knuckles were nearly white. Rake pressed a line of kisses up your neck and under your jawline, his hands still firmly holding up your thighs as he pulled his cock all the way out and teased your pussy with his tip. You whined, desperate to have your pussy stretched out around his cock again, and Rake gently shushed you, kissing the corners of your lips soothingly. “You want me to keep fucking you? Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, princess.” He rubbed the tip of his cock over your sensitive clit, making you feel even more needy for his cock, and you breathlessly begged him like he wanted. “Please keep fucking me, baby, I feel so empty without your big fat cock inside me, I need you to fill me with your cock so bad–” Rake smashed his lips against yours to cut you off and thrust his cock back inside you; you moaned loudly against his lips and moved your hands away from his shoulders to play with his hair, tangling your fingers in his long locks as you kissed him. Out of nowhere, you heard the sound of the guys in the other room banging on the shared wall, and you and Rake pulled away from the kiss to stare at the wall in annoyance. “Keep it down, asshats, the whole hotel can probably hear you two going at it!” That was definitely Bam. “Woo dee woo woo, take my two inch wiener, baby, oh ahh woo doo–” That was definitely Dico. You also heard the sound of loud, muffled laughter—that was definitely Raab.

Rake growled in annoyance and banged his fist on the wall, using his free arm to keep your thighs supported as he yelled at the guys through the wall. “Shut the hell up so I can focus on fucking my gorgeous girlfriend, you assholes!” You smiled, pulling him in for another kiss; the boys kept banging on the other side, Dico’s impression of Rake got louder and more obnoxious, and you could hear Frantz asking the guys to keep it down and be respectful, but Rake merely ignored them and thrust his cock inside you again, squeezing your ass and grabbing at your thighs as he pulled you on and off his cock. Eventually, though, the banging got harsh enough that the wall started to shake, and you and Rake exchanged a look of irritation. Rake glanced over at the bed, eyeing the headboard that was against the wall, and he grinned. “Wanna move this to the bed, princess?” You smiled, realizing what he was getting at, and nodded. “Absolutely.” Rake carried you back over to the bed with his hands still supporting you by the backs of your thighs, laying you on your back and crawling on top of you to kiss you again. “Can you fuck me from behind?” Rake grinned. “How could I say no to you, princess? Here, get on your hands and knees for me, let me see that pretty ass.” You obediently got on your hands and knees for him, letting him move you around so your body was in the best position for taking his cock; he gently pushed on your back so your tummy and chest were flat against the bed and your ass was up in the air. Rake kneeled behind you, parting your thighs to give him access to your dripping wet pussy as he pushed the tip of his cock inside of you once again to stretch you out.

Rake pushed his cock inside you once again, draping his body over you so his chest was flat against your back and he could press kisses to your back and shoulders with ease. His hands ran up your body, gripping your hips and squeezing your ass and stroking your inner thighs lovingly as he thrust his cock inside you at a fast, rough, intense pace that made your legs shake from how much he was stimulating your clit. “That’s it, honey, just like that, keep taking my cock, you’re doing so good for me.” He leaned his head against yours, kissing your neck and burying his face in your hair as you moaned softly at the feeling of him fucking you from behind. Rake brought one of his hands up to gently wrap around the base of your neck, applying the tiniest bit of pressure in a way that made you whine. You tilted your head back so he could lean forward and kiss you, gasping against his lips when he brought his other free hand down to rub at your clit, your pussy still filled with his cock. “God you’re so fucking gorgeous, princess, look at you taking my cock like a good girl, you’re so fucking good for me, so fucking pretty.” His thrusts became even more intense, his cock slamming inside your pussy at a rough, desperate pace that rocked the bed so hard that the headboard began banging against the wall, which was exactly what the two of you had wanted to happen anyway.

Back in the other room, Raab, Dico, and Bam were all still standing with their ears to the wall; they’d gone silent for a little bit in the time you and Rake had gotten quieter (the minute or two where he moved you to the bed), but as soon as the headboard slammed against the wall, all three of them exchanged wide-eyed looks and started freaking out again. “Jesus Christ, what the hell is he doing to her in there?” Dico and Raab started trying to make the grossest, most immature guesses they possibly could, while Bam turned to Frantz with a grossed out look. “You paid for that room, Frantz, can’t you make them shut the hell up?” Frantz looked up from his comic book in total bewilderment. “What do you want me to do about it, Bam? I can’t make them fuck quieter!” Right at that moment, Novak finally came out of the bathroom, staring in confusion at the three guys as they continued to eavesdrop through the wall. “What the fuck are you guys doing?” Frantz shook his head in annoyance. “They’re being perverts.” Novak, looking ten times more intrigued, walked over to the wall and put his ear up to it. “Oh fuck, is that Rake and (Y/n)? They’re loud as hell.” Bam made a face. “Yeah, I know, it’s nasty.” Novak shook his head. “Nasty? Are you kidding? This is free porn right here.” He reached into his pants, fumbling around like he was gonna pull his cock out to masturbate, and Frantz immediately threw his comic book down in total disgust. “Jesus Christ, Novak, don’t fucking do that! Have some fucking respect for yourself.”

Back in the other room, you and Rake were both close to cumming, Rake’s pace becoming more intense and rough but also slightly sloppier. His hands moved down to rub at your belly as he pounded you from behind, his mouth close to your ear as he spoke to you in a low, raspy, growling tone that made your pussy throb around his cock. “I can’t wait to fill your tight little pussy with my cum, baby, I’m gonna blow my big load inside you until it’s dripping down your thighs and making you nice and messy for me. I’d love to put my baby inside you, princess, imagine having my baby in your belly. You want me to fill you with my cum, baby? Want me to make that tight little pussy overflow with my seed?” You nodded desperately, bucking your hips back to make his cock go as deep inside you as it possibly could, his tip rubbing against your sensitive spots as he mercilessly stretched your pussy out around you. “Please, baby, fill my pussy with your cum, put your baby inside me, I want to be your little toy to fuck and fill with your seed whenever you want, I love being pumped full of your cum.” Rake’s grip on your belly and hips tightened, a low moan leaving his lips as he buried his face in your neck. “Fuck, princess, anything for you.” He came, thrusting his hips as fast as he could as he pumped your pussy full of his cum; his fingers rubbed circles over your clit to make you cum right after he did, and he kissed a line up your back and neck as you moaned and tightened around his cock when you came. Your pussy felt full and overstimulated from having his cock and cum inside you right after an orgasm like that, and you whined softly, collapsing against the bed in pure exhaustion as you caught your breath.

Rake gently grabbed your chin and tilted your head back to kiss you, stroking your hair and pressing his lips to your forehead as he pulled his cock out of you. You moaned softly at the feeling of his thick cock leaving your pussy, his cum dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs. “I’m gonna go get you a towel, honey, just lay right here for me. You did so fucking good, I’m so proud of you.” He kissed you on the forehead again, and you smiled, watching him leave to go grab a towel from the hotel bathroom. Rake came back, running his fingers through his long messy hair as he knelt down to lovingly clean you off. He threw the towel into the hotel laundry basket and crawled back onto the bed, turning you over on your back so he could look you over. “Alright, princess, any bruises or anything?” You shook your head, and he smiled. “Good. Seriously, baby, you did so good for me.” He leaned down to kiss you again, and then the two of you moved up to lay with your heads on the pillows so you could cuddle. “What are we feeling? Full body massage, something to drink, spooning session?” You grinned. “How about all three?” Rake laughed and stroked your hair adoringly. “Yes ma’am, anything for you. I think I left our bags in the other room, so I’ll go get those and grab you a drink while I’m at it.” You grimaced. “The guys are gonna have a field day with you.” Rake shrugged with a less than enthused look. “Yeah, I bet. But you know what? I just had sex with my beautiful girlfriend, and they just stood next to a wall and listened like a bunch of idiots, so am I really losing here? No.”You laughed, and Rake gave you another kiss on the lips before standing up, putting on his clothes, and walking off to visit the other room.

He knocked on the door to the room, and Ryan answered the door with a look of annoyance on his face. “Oh good, you guys are done. Do you need something? I don’t think you wanna see what’s going on in here.” Before Rake could ask what he meant by this ominous phrase, Ryan opened the door wider and let him in to reveal a scene straight out of a horror movie; Novak had his ear to the shared hotel wall and was jerking off his nonexistent dick, Bam, Dico, and Raab were in various states of disgust as they rolled around on the floor in laughter, and Frantz was on the couch with his comic book covering his eyes as he yelled about how Novak had no respect for himself or anyone else and how he was gonna make him sleep in the bathtub if he didn’t put his shrimp dick away. “What the actual fuck is going on?” Everyone turned to look at Rake, and Frantz put down his comic book, the look of disgust on his face turning into one of amusement. “Oh hey, Rake! So, is it a boy or a girl?” Rake stared at him in confusion for a second until he realized what Frantz was getting at, and he rolled his eyes. Novak turned his attention away from his cock long enough to shoot a wide-eyed look at Rake. “Holy fuck, Rake, that’s true, you could have totally gotten (Y/n) pregnant just now.” Everyone stared at Novak in disbelief, and Bam shook his head. “That’s not how it works, dumbass.”

Novak shot Bam a confused look. “What do you mean that’s not how it works? He just came inside her, we all heard it, so now she could be pregnant.” Rake picked up the bags he’d left in the room and grabbed you a drink from the mini fridge, rolling his eyes at Novak’s logic as he moved to leave the room. “The pregnancy doesn’t happen automatically, stupid, it takes a while.” Novak shook his head in frustration and went back to jerking himself off, prompting disgusted groans from the entire room. “You guys aren’t making any sense, I’m just gonna keep doing what I was doing.” Frantz made a face. “Novak, what are you even jerking off to? Rake and (Y/n) stopped fucking like ten minutes ago, you’re just listening to a wall at this point.” Rake didn’t stick around long enough to hear Novak’s rebuttal, quickly walking back to the other room to give you your drink. When he came in, effortlessly carrying the heavy bags and your drink in his hands, you smiled and pretended to swoon. “My big, strong hero.” Rake laughed, setting the bags down and handing you your drink with a look of affection. “That’s what I’m here for, honey. Here, let’s get into that full body massage I promised.”

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jamjuice04 · 1 year

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Here with some lee/ler Megatron content because if I can’t find any then by god I will make it

Enjoy :]

TFP:

Ler:

-He’s not usually the type to tickle people, but on rare occasions when he’s both in a good mood and extremely bored he’ll do it.

-Terrifying ler, and does not understand the concept of mercy. And of course, he’s bigger, stronger, and faster than most bots, so once he gets his hands on a victim, there’s no escape.

-Loves the thrill of the hunt, so chasing his target around until he can catch them is almost always a must.

-Once he’s caught his victim, they aren’t going anywhere.

--Oh, and he likes scaring his victims too. He’ll sneak up behind them and grab them, maybe even snatch them off the ground, usually after chasing them around for a while.

-His claws can get into all sorts of places, and he’s not above nibbling.

-He doesn’t really have a preference for pinning his victims, just as long as they can’t escape. That being said, he likes it when they’re frantic, so sometimes he’ll hold onto just a wrist so they can try to escape and inevitably realize they can’t. Most of the time, though, he’ll just wrestle them down and either lay on them so he can use both arms, or dump them in his lap so that there’s nowhere to go.

-He’s big on teasing because of how much it flusters some people. Sometimes he’ll be completely honest about his intentions, other times he’ll play coy and pretend he isn’t doing anything.

-He also threatens when he’s teasing, usually when he’s chasing someone down. Worst situation to come across is Megatron strolling down the hallway, verbally considering what is going to torment his victim the most. It means he’s 100% confident in his victory.

-Absolute sadist. He tends to laugh at whoever he has pinned, in addition to pointing out just how sensitive they are.

-Anticipation is his weapon of choice. Sometimes he plays innocent, usually claiming that he just wants to be close for one reason or another, which is more suspicious than if he told the truth.

-Probably the only time he isn’t concerned about being affectionate, namely because he figures it’s more embarrassing for whoever he’s tickling than it is for him.

-He plays and tickles rough, and usually doesn’t stop until whoever he’s attacking begs for mercy or does something he tells them to

-He used to tickle Orion Pax all the time, but now he really only goes after Soundwave (who can turn the tables on him) and Starscream (but only when he’s in a VERY good mood).

-Tickling is a bit of a power trip for him, because it can get even the most torture resistant bots Optimus to crack. He likes having someone entirely at his mercy.

Lee:

-Unsurprisingly, he sees being ticklish as a weakness. Anyone who tickles him who he’s not close to will be dealt with brutally if they try. Then there’s the issue that if someone is close to him, they need to be strong or fast enough to overpower him. Because he’s so thickly plated, it’s hard to find any sensitive places.

-So in short, he’s really hard to tickle.

-But that doesn’t mean he isn’t ticklish. Going after his neck results in twitching, maybe a snort if he indulges it

-Tickling his palms is the best way to get smacked

-Other less thickly plated areas, like his underarms or the vents on his sides will get much louder, deeper laughter. The killer spot, however, is that little gap just above his hips.

-Megatron tends to have a loud, raucous laugh, but the plating above his hips get booming laughter from him.

-Softer tickles can get him to snort, harder tickles can make him wheeze. He doesn’t squeak much unless he’s been taken entirely by surprise.

-Also unsurprisingly, he’s a fighter. Trying to tickle him usually ends in wrestling, and from there he’s almost always able to overpower his attacker and retaliate.

-His legs are more dangerous than his claws, because he usually pounds a fist on the nearest solid surface to avoid hurting whoever’s tickling him, but all bets are off when it comes to kicking.

-He also has a tendency to provoke and taunt whoever’s tickling him, which doesn’t really go well for him. He’ll hurl insults and challenges, all while laughing his head off.

-He got tickled the most by fellow gladiators in the Pits, so with a select few (Soundwave. It’s just Soundwave) he sees tickling as a playful, rowdy competition. Wrestling is half the fun in his opinion.

-Beware tickling him, because he usually doesn’t forgive and he never forgets.

TFE:

Ler:

-Much gentler and more playful than pretty much all of his counterparts

-Just as ruthless though

-Again, usually not the type to tickle someone, but when he’s feeling particularly playful and mischievous sometimes he’ll hunt someone down

-He also likes to chase people down before wrecking them, but he’s usually more playful about it than predatory

-Very big on ticklish bear hugs, simply because of how impossible they are to escape

-Absolutely tickles people like Optimus or Dot during meetings to try and make them lose their composure

-His main victims consist of Optimus, Dot, and the Terrans. Occasionally Elita or Arcee as well, but only if he’s alright with swift retaliation

-He’s more of a fan of genuinely affectionate teasing, such as telling whoever he’s wrecking how much he loves hearing them so happy

-Doesn’t mean he’s above being a vengeful tickle monster

-He’ll still tease to fluster. It’s still affection based, but he likes pointing out how flustered his victim is getting, how red their face is, how they seem to be awfully sensitive here, etc.

-He used to be more of a rougher ler, but now he’s a lot more gentle. He’ll still break out the rough tickles when Optimus is being particularly annoying though

-He and Dot used to have tickle fights all the time during the war. It’s a little less frequent now, but they still bond over it. Dot usually wins

-Typically just uses his hands, but he’ll nuzzle into a bad spot if he wants a loud shriek

-Ticklish kisses are reserved for those he’s extremely close to and trusts

-If he cracks his neck, run.

Lee:

-Gets very flustered. He has a reputation to uphold, ya know?

-Originally not okay with being tickled unless it was someone he would trust to guard him while he was dying. Which was at the time maybe like one person.

-But Dot eventually gained his trust and they became close. She never tickled him very much until they were much closer, and he opened up to it as a playful bonding activity

-Now he would rather die than admit that he loves it

-Ticklish in generally the same places as TFP, although possibly slightly more ticklish because he is slightly (slightly) less thickly plated

-He has a very rich, deep laugh. It’s satisfying to get him to belly laugh, because he’s usually more of a soft chuckles kinda guy.

-Has a tendency to wheeze when someone is getting him really good

-Can’t handle ticklish kisses for the life of him. He will die. He loves them though

-Swears like a sailor if whoever’s tickling him is purposefully flustering him. He tries not to do it around the kids though

-He’ll usually try to get revenge, unless he’s content or too tired

#first post let’s gooo #headcanons #ler!megatron #lee!megatron #transformers prime tickles #transformers earthspark tickles #tfp tickles #earthspark tickles #tfe tickles #sfw tickling #transformers tickle

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shameonmeeguiltypleasure · 2 years

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Saw a post about how Game Night at the Bridgertons would be a war zone while their spouses are trying to deescalate the situation to just eating popcorn and enjoying the show- so what might happen when Gareth and Lucy are invited (meaning no one has learned that Game Night is a bad no good idea).

My guess is that Lucy had long since been exposed to the Bridgerton bloodthirst, so she has it covered. Gareth? No clue. He may have heard the rumors and just a bit morbidly curious.

So this or Game Of Thrones AU (Bridgertons are the Starks or Tyrells?)

Challenge accepted: I’m drunk so please ignore the spelling mistakes. I think I met the brief. Lmao. I do like your Game of Thrones au idea, but I think sober me will do it more justice if ever she has the time. So this is Gareth’s first time at ‘GAME NIGHT’ with the Bridgertons.

Gareth wasn’t sure what to expect. In truth, he’d not been at all worried until Lucy – oddly calm, incredibly patient LUCY, of all people – lowly whispered by his side a very ominous “And so it begins…..”

“So what begins?” Gareth couldn’t help but ask.

But his question was left ignored in favour of the very serious and stern opening speech Anthony felt the need to give.

“Ahem, now that we are all present, I do believe the first game of the night is to be…..”

Gareth was startled by the sudden drumroll Colin gave from his place beside his wife Penelope. He watched with slow creeping trepidation as Anthony fished through a hat and picked out a folded piece of paper. Gareth had turned to Hyacinth, intending to make a joke about the intensity of the entire gathering only to jump at her sudden war cry.

“CHEATER!!” Hyacinth was already screaming.

Kate, Anthony’s wife, let out a loud snort before waving her hand dismissively.

“I’m sure you’re right, but at least let him name the game before we start the accusations.” She said.

Anthony glared at his wife with exaggerated insult and huffed.

“Have you already forgotten that we are supposed to be a team, dearest?” Anthony scowled.

“What!? When was this decided!? In fact, who on earth agreed to that!?” Eloise shouted from where she’d been lazily lounging with her husband Phillip. Phillip was far more interested in the book in his lap titled ‘Gathering Moss’ looking utterly absent in mind to the ongoings around him.

“I would never,” Daphne piped from where she sipped at her juice by her bleary-looking Husband, Simon Hastings. In fact, Gareth thought the couple looked rather flushed – both incredibly red in the face and out of sorts – almost dazed.

“Oh, gods, who among us is responsible for spiking the juice!!” Eloise exclaimed.

It was no secret that Daphne was a lightweight, and her siblings – so long as it benefitted them – were never ashamed to take advantage of it from time to time. Simon, on the other hand, always made it a point to pre-game with a mighty amount of drinks before Bridgerton game night.

“Suspicious isn’t it, the fact that you are the one making accusations after the sabotage you organised last time…..” Colin casually shrugged. The third-born Bridgerton had yet to forgive the fifth-born for spiking his beloved wife Penelope’s pudding with extreme amounts of rum. It had been a memorable night for sure, which resulted in the birth of their second child, but still…. The sabotage was unforgettable.

Eloise turned to her charmer of a brother with a glare but was saved from speaking a word with Benedict’s aiding hand.

“If we are casting suspicions then what is to stop us from suspecting you, brother? Did you not swap the dice for a rigged set two years before?” Benedict hummed as he lazily twirled a finger around a lock of his wife – who was happily snacking on freshly popped popcorn with a grin – Sophie’s hair.

“Is no one going to let Anthony name the game so we may start?” Francesca sighed.

“Oh, hush you, as if any of us are blind to the fact Michael suspiciously disappeared earlier during dinner only to return 15 minutes later,” Kate directed.

“I went to the bathroom, dessert was rather disagreeable with me, unfortunately, “ Michael piped with an innocent shrug.

“And are we to take your word for it?” Penelope added with a sickly sweet grin that did nothing to hide the sharply pointed tone of her words.

“My God, are we not going to start!?” Gregory whined with a sulky huff.

“So eager to lose, little brother,” Benedict couldn’t help but mock.

“HAH! I have Lucy this year, of course, we’re guaranteed to win. Unlike the rest of you, we have the advantage, right babe?” Gregory boasted with a self-assured grin before quickly pressing a kiss to Lucy’s head. To Lucy’s credit, she only sighed at his antics and motioned for Sophie to share her popcorn. Sophie snickered as she did so with eager relish.

“Is this….. normal for all of you?” Gareth warily inquired.

But the Bridgerton siblings were far too busy accusing one another – using past schemes and manipulations as justifiable reasons for their suspicions – to even hear Gareth’s wary question.

He was surprised by the heavy hand that clapped his shoulder, and the sudden comforting weight of another’s arm looping through his own.

“Hyacinth wouldn’t have brought you tonight if she didn’t think you could survive their nonsense,” Simon roughly grumbled.

Gareth tried not to crinkle his nose at the wafting smell of whiskey on his breath.

“The only reason blood is never shed is that Violet would have all eight of their heads displayed in a rather gory exhibition….. all done with love, I assure you,” Sophie teasingly whispered by his side.

Gareth very suddenly felt a cold shiver scramble down his spine, but he couldn’t be sure if it was out of dread or something else.

“You grow used to it of course, for some, it takes years and others well…..” Penelope helpfully added.

“For some the saying ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’ comes to mind......” Phillips distractedly added.

Gareth looked across the room to where Kate remained behind her husband while he passionately argued with his siblings. He couldn’t help but liken her to a lioness or something feline enjoying the chaos playing out before her. Or perhaps something like an Egyptian Goddess entertained by the insanity of her followers.

“We’d be liars if we claimed not to be curious as to which category you might fall under…..” Michael snickered.

Gareth swallowed and cast a hasty glance towards the passionately riled Hyacinth accusing Gregory of something he couldn’t be sure of. He could feel the assessing eyes of the Bridgerton’s significant others on his person, so full of curiosity. This truly was madness.

Gareth had never considered himself the romantic sort, but that’s exactly what Hyacinth inspired in him. For her, there was nothing he wasn’t willing to face or accomplish. There were no challenges he’d refuse, no overwhelming insanity he wouldn’t suffer so long as she could be happy. He loved her just as fiercely as the sun loved the moon to spend eternity in a chase, never guaranteeing their next meeting – never promising forever, yet attempting it anyway.

He loved her, more than he’s ever loved anything in his life and so…… for her, he could brave this.

For Hyacinth, he would ensure her victory.

Gareth snapped out of his musings due to the loudly given groan from across the room and the despairing sighs that followed.

“Damn it, he’s committed!” Anthony suddenly exclaimed.

What?

Gareth suddenly found his arms full of a very excited Hyacinth who dragged him into a passionate kiss before all her siblings and their spouses.

“Hyacinth!” Anthony snarled with a warning only to be hushed by a pointed kick to his shin delivered by his wife.

“I knew you’d win them over!!” Hyacinth exclaimed as she pulled away.

What?

Hyacinth then turned to her siblings looking smug and obnoxiously pleased.

“Now pay up, all of you!!” Hyacinth expectantly ordered.

The Bridgertons erupted into another round of nonsensical squabbling, but Gareth was too busy trying to make sense of what exactly had just happened. The return of a heavy hand on his shoulder jolted him from his thoughts and he turned to find Phillip by his side looking sympathetic and understanding.

“Don’t take insult to it, it’s just how they are….. at least you weren’t forced to battle all four brothers in the ring,” Phillips sighed before going back to his seat and returning to his book.

What?

Sophie snorted and threw some popcorn in the air and expertly catching it with her mouth.

“To be fair, I met them while in jail.”

What?

“Fran was married to my cousin,” Michael shrugged.

As if she could read the chaotic state of his mind, Lucy – oddly calm, incredibly patient Lucy – warmly patted his arm with a reassuring smile.

“You’re ok,” she said.

Gareth hadn’t realised until that moment the complicated whirl of emotions he was feeling. He could barely make sense of where his mind lingered or more specifically his temper. In some ways, he felt he was made a fool – invited to a ‘game night’ only to be tested for his devotion to Hyacinth – But…..

Hyacinth was laughing, a grin permanently painted on her lips as she wrestled with Gregory for a piece from a game box. She was beaming with complete joy, alive in so many ways he craved to be touched by.

“I’m ok,” he repeated out loud, and it was true.

The Bridgerton’s were viscously competitive, and incredibly sore losers to the point of sabotage and murder, but….. Gareth could survive it all so long as it meant Hyacinth would remain his.

He loved her.

He chose her.

But most importantly….. out of everyone in the world….. Hyacinth Bridgerton chose him.

And that was the greatest victory of all.

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Track 17 - Happy? Me?

While this chapter itself contains no content warnings, it is part of a bigger work which contains various content warnings! Read at your own discretion!

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Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Character: Ann Wolff (OC), Ichijiku Kadenokoji

Synposis: It's all too much, Ann has no one. She is all by herself, right? No one is there and everything is just based on lies… And at work, it is also a pain… Having to keep up with a facade… “Are you happy living like this?”

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Never having anyone… Yeah, that had always been the fate. That was how it had always been. It had been like this from the very start. She was just playing a game. She had never said it out loud, never bothered with it. She never had to deal with it. Never had she come this far, having had the moment of sudden realization. Never ever had she even thought about changing things up this much. Never ever, never ever. The facade is cracking. Not necessarily in front of others but in front of herself. She was facing one truth after the other, truths which were revealing yet which also had her scared… If that made sense. The truth was always a scary one after all and she had avoided it for so long. So very long. All to fit in, blend into the crowd, pretend to be someone who she isn’t and has never been. All to be accepted.

During work it was no different, or it should not have been any different. For Ann’s own luck no one seems to know too much about the situation going on outside of work. Well, even if anyone did, outside of her own mother no one knew of her face to begin with.

Oh, speaking of her mother, this one had been relieved when hearing that her daughter finally broke it off with this guy. “Good riddance! This trash bag was not worth your time!” She said right away and while Ann still had the sudden shift of her own mother in mind… Oh she couldn’t agree more. It was one of the few times where she managed to crack a chuckle. It was such a relief. “He had to be one of the worst I’ve ever seen! And I’ve seen lots of pigs!” Yeah, even Ann’s mother agreed. One of the few things which made her crack some form of smile. But it would not last. It was only an in the moment thing, nothing permanent. Just a short, small burst of joy and relief. Nothing else.

And once it was back to reality, it was back to the usual. Except this time fully aware that she is on her own, no one to count on. Or so she believed. As Ann she has lost it all now. No longer entertaining lies. She… Yeah, she… Hah, but at least she was able to report back to Kadenokoji. This one had asked at the next best chance she had gotten after all, nodding when having heard of the results.

“Perfect. You seem to be in a slightly better mood as well.” She said. Once more something which had caught Ann off guard. She didn’t understand why Kadenokoji was so invested in this. Was it so Ann could be more efficient? It was probably that she would not put it past her superior. It was probably that, yeah. And yet… Having someone show a level of concern, no matter for what reason, and seeming to take her seriously… A feeling she wasn’t used to but something she appreciated. She was grateful for this, no matter the reason. It did… More good than harm after all. But maybe that was also stating the obvious.

“Yeah… Thank you Ma’m.” Ann decided to say out loud. She meant it, truly.

“You shouldn’t thank me so easily.” Was the first response she got, making her only nod in the end. She had nothing to say there. And yet, the second half hit harder than imagined. Because Kadenokoji had added: “But you’re still not in tip top shape.”

“Huh? Not in tip top shape?”

“Yeah, you’re clearly not. Don’t get me wrong, you’re improving but you could do better.”

Could do better? Wait, that might just mean that maybe she isn’t trying hard enough! “I’m sorry Ma’m! I will make up for it by trying harder and training–” She said while bowing down, her body bending forward and her arms against her knees. Yet she would not have a chance to finish it.

“Idiot! You’re already doing more than you’re asked to!” The loud voice of the taller woman would echo through the small room. “Look me into the eyes! I have a question for you!”

It wasn’t a request, it was a demand. No, a command. Ann had to do it or who knows where it would get her. So she did, moving her head up, forcing herself to look at the face of the other woman. This one stared right down yet the two were meeting another with their gazes. And the gaze Ann looked at was stern, a little more strict than used to recently. It was a reminder of how Kadenokoji can be, how she had to be sometimes. She had never been soft ever, no, but she had been a little more recently. It was the best way Ann could put it. The approach was never gentle but the harsh words were worth something. It was more that the instructor put the young one into her place. And this time it had been no different. Because there was one important question in the end, one which would stick with Ann for a good while…

“Be honest…”

Honest? Honest about what?

“Are you happy living like this?”

Huh?

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#Deep Waters #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #original character #ichijiku kadenokouji #kadenokouji ichijiku #hypmic ichijiku

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helenagalanis · 1 year

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Between Josie in Connecticut, and Sloane in Florida... the latter state was most definitely the weirder, crazier one, and that was saying something whenever Helena was involved. But one thing was certain, if you wanted to party there? You know you were gonna have a good time. Helena’s friends had been away studying at college for about year now, whereas the Greek girl herself has chosen work and art over education. Not that she wasn’t smart enough for university, but she knew where her talents and passions laid. She saw it as a win-win situation; she could visit her friends on weekend, stay a couple of nights and enjoy the hedonistic lifestyle of a university student, then disappear before the woes of Monday morning classes began. Tonight was a perfect example of this!

Now twenty, Helena had blossomed from a rebellious and dark eyeliner-marked teenager to someone full of creative fashion and sprawling tattoos, though she’d never quite abandoned the eyeliner. Her hair, still brunette at this point, was slicked back, accompanied by dark combat boots, lacy corset tops, and wide flared trousers. She was a presence, that was for certain, walking up to the door of one many Florida State’s fraternities, her arm linked in Sloane’s as they giggled over something on their phones. They personally couldn’t stand the culture of frat boys and their silly, little houses, but their parties made for amusing nights and... interesting results.

Reaching the door, she paused for a moment, looking at her friend who said, “Are you sure that poetry night isn’t more your thing?”

“My experiences with men that attend poetry nights aren’t exactly the most positive of experiences, Slo...” Helena laughed, covering the slight nerves she felt to places like that. Her ex-boyfriend, Elijah often wandered around parts like that, and he... well, she’d rather not go there again. “Oh, and the boys that live here are so much better?” Sloane countered with a grin, opening the door to be filled with the sound of booming music and loud, drunken voices. The place was packed, practically full to the brim, drinks overflowing and the worst dance moves possible.

Closing the door, the pair took a moment to embrace their settings, figuring out where their first move would be. But suddenly, the werewolf girl felt something weird, making her come to a halt. Her nose twitched a little, eyes scanning around as she felt... watched. Like she’d stepped into something that wasn't hers, almost like this wasn’t her territory, and who were the people who could make her feel like that? Other werewolves. She wasn’t alone. Her posture straightened a little, eyes scanning around so she could figure out who it was, and where they were, but the answer took her by surprise.

The girl on top of the table just a few metres away, dozens of boys surrounding her and egging her on to down her drink. It was her?

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secretgamergirl · 1 year

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The Illusion of a Functioning Society

I don’t know if this is one of those things that’s true for everyone, I’m just in a particularly miserable situation personally, or this is one of the many cases where trans women act as the canary in the coalmine for everyone else, but I’m increasingly getting the vibe that somewhere around when America decided its response to a global pandemic that’s killed... can I look this up? Close to 7 million people so far was formally going to be to just kinda... pretend it isn’t happening and everyone agrees to just not bring up how many people they’ve lost and pretend there’s some other reason service jobs are suddenly understaffed... that kind of got away from me, but yeah, since around there, I’ve had the vibe that people, broadly, no longer really seem to care at all about the general concept of a social contract.

Let’s start with the most obvious example. As the pandemic was first really gearing up, I had a couple noteworthy medical concerns. Incredible tooth pain, and some pretty damn horrible constipation issues (we’re talking like, making a dropoff only once a month). Couldn’t see my regular dentist because she was out of the office hoping Covid would blow over, so I got a referral to someone else, who said it was a problem they weren’t specialized in, and bounced me to someone else, who said and did the same, then the fourth dentist I was bounced to who was like a two hour drive away started looking at my teeth, glanced at the form I’d filled out of what medications I was on, got confused by something, and asked why I was taking all these things. I replied that I was trans, she looked at me like I’d just sprouted bat wings, said my teeth were fine and I should leave, and shouting a very loud parting “thank you SIR!” on my way out the door. The actual pain went away after I was on antibiotics for a bit, my gums de-swelled, and what looked like part of the plastic bags they put on the clamps and such when you’re getting certain other kinds of dental work done worked its way out from like under my tooth so, all well and good there, but... the system failed pretty hard on all that? Still haven’t seen my actual dentist in what like 4 years now, who apart from leaving some plastic junk sitting around the one time apparently is just the best.

Meanwhile with the other issue, I talked to my doctor who was about to quit from Covid stress, he sent me a specialist who was completely checked out, who lined up a colonoscopy. That... failed to provide meaningful results, because before you get one you have to completely empty out your whole digestive system with this medical drain cleaner, and that part didn’t work because, again, being super blocked up was the whole point. So as I’m coming out from anaesthesia I’m told “it was a bad prep” and I’m trying to ask if I’m supposed to rebook things or what. I just get sent home, have the follow-up with the specialist, and he... leaves his job while I’m waiting in the office. Like, he just full on quit then and there. The doctor who referred me to him is gone too. And the whole practice I was seeing these people at has had no in-person office hours for... well, years now. I don’t know if I actually technically have a GP right now? Pretty sure no.

Anyway that issue went away shortly after I took a hardline stance on a relative who very very incorrectly believed I needed to be eating bananas regularly after reading some quackery or other... but you know what didn’t was uh.... fairly regular fairly large amounts of blood loss when going to the bathroom. Which uh... seems bad. Seems really bad as a recurring thing for several years. I should definitely see a doctor about that, maybe try the whole probe thing again if... I can actually get an appointment with anyone.

This is of course on top of a bunch of Trans Stuff I desperately need done if I want anything approaching a normal life. That’s all on hold because my health plan absolutely 100% covers all of it, but there are no actual providers for any of these things in network. It’s a problem.

Meanwhile hey, my internet is garbage? I have a modest 240 mbps down/20 mbps up DSL modem, with no extra bundled services like phone or TV, and with frequent hours long outages, for which I am paying... $140 a month. That’s not even a little bit what I’m supposed to be paying, or getting, and when I call them about it they can’t even be bothered to provide plausible lies. I’ve been told I’ve missed payments (it’s a fully automated system and I’ve never not been charged), that I’m paying a $100 monthly rental fee on this $20 modem I own outright, etc.

The sensible thing to do would be to immediately cut all ties with them, but... I need some alternate ISP to switch to, and when I go looking for one, I just get phone trees and clueless call center employees who all seem to very much be in agreement that my address does not actually exist and is not covered by anyone’s services. Also fiber internet is apparently a fanciful delusion I have made up. So this apparent monopoly just gets to... take as much money as they want out of my bank account, and I can’t do a thing about it.

Meanwhile I spent literally the entire month of December dealing with losing my SNAP benefits. That’s the thing you get when you’re poor where you get a little card with a small balance every month you can use to buy some of your groceries, but not all, because there’s a strong political lobby that keeps calling for weird restrictions on arbitrary things poor people aren’t allowed to eat. Anyway I kinda need that, because... rent’s really high here, my ISP is charging me through the nose, and my only source of reliable income is my patreon. Which has been dropping off steadily since Twitter’s new management firing basically everyone means there’s nobody to deflag the malicious automated report-volume auto-suspension on my account and let me log back in.

So I need food to live. Early in December I get a big envelope in the mail telling me I need to do a phone interview to keep my benefits, and I need to do it by the middle of... November. Uh-oh. So I try calling, I navigate a phone tree, eventually it tells me nobody is available and I need to go to their website. Their website recently underwent an overhaul and required everyone to update to new passwords to log in. Except they didn’t do anything to make sure people could change their passwords to new secure ones while logging in with their old unsecure ones, and by that I mean the whole site is completely bricked. So that was like 2 full days of tech support to get a new password to access a site to tell me to... call the number I’d initially called, which I’ve been trying every day, and getting full on locked out because nobody is in. Winds up being something like December 24th where I just full on don’t sleep the night before so I can call the instant their phone lines open and hopefully get the apparently like one person available as soon as they get in. Other people apparently also did this though, so I am on hold for four hours.

Eventually I get this interview done, and it hits a snag because they ask me what my monthly income is, (roughly $975), and what my rent is ($1100), and they go “wait a minute, these numbers don’t add up. How are you affording your rent?” They didn’t really seem to accept “I’m not” as an answer, and tell me they’re mailing me a new income report I need to fill out by the end of the year. THAT got here literally yesterday (we are a bit into January as I’m writing this), but finally being able to access their website I was able to get a preview and see that they assumed I was operating... some sort of business with warehouses and trucks and such and I needed to document how much those were eating into my profits or something. So I just had to go in and cry in person about how I don’t have any money left at all and how I had nothing left to eat because I’d been cut off for a month and had to explain like three times what Patreon even is and still left with the guy apparently convinced it was some sort of government subsidy program he just wasn’t aware of.

So uh, side note. I haven’t really posted anything anywhere online for the past month or so? This took literally every waking moment of every day to sort out, plus several non-waking moments, plus it’s hard to focus when you aren’t eating. Also when you’re freezing because you can’t afford to keep the heat on in a cold snap.

Meanwhile, you know, I’m really trying to get some non-Patreon money coming in too because I really am unable to cover my rent and all, and I’m hitting fun new problems like the publisher of my last board game not having my current contact info for any royalties I might still be getting, and my only means of reaching them being someone on Twitter which, yeah, that’s out. Someone recently decided to do a new print run on some books I wrote a few years back, but decided he didn’t need to actually contact me to do so, or pay me, and when it was pointed out to him that that isn’t really how publishing worked, he decided to just quietly cut all my stuff out of the reprint. RPG writing completely dried up on me too when Covid started. I’m not in touch with anyone, I’m reading about executives at a big publisher going on tirades about not wanting to work with... a slur for queer people, so, that’s probably not coming back. And apparently the whole industry is having to deal with another major publisher’s lawyers doing something that’s a big ol’ headache everyone else has to deal with now too.

So, you know, it just kinda seems like people aren’t so much for the two-way transfers of things anymore. I’m paying for medical coverage I can’t use. Not getting paid for work. Getting charged through the nose for internet I’m not getting. Hell not too long ago I tried one of those food delivery apps since there was a promo and the driver just... picked up my food and went home to eat it himself, apparently.

Meanwhile on a government level, uh, somehow Teslas are allowed on the road despite being firebombs that fail like every basic safety requirement, and can even test their automated driving modes that even when working properly are programmed to break basically every driving law. And... I mean this is really a whole separate article really but did you know that at this point, like, a handful of companies are just buying every single home anyone puts up for sale to consolidate these horrible rent-monopolies? And this is on top of a whole separate deal where people are pulling a similar weird shady thing where there’s entire cities where like 80% of homes are sketchy AirBnBs now?

And you know, right-wing controlled bits of the U.S. are just actively gearing up for the mass incarceration and murder of trans people, while parts of Canada are setting up programs to straight up euthanize people below a certain income bracket.

These are all pretty significant large-scale social problems and the fact that they’re all being met with this “whatever” attitude kinda means the death of society at large. Plus you know, lots of individual people.

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