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strangelockd · 2 years
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Real life update time:
Not me having a very hyper realistic dream last night of OG Stephen Strange. I tossed and turned most of the night with anxiety to have sleep finally creep in. He sling ringed into my room wearing his usual hero attire. Instead of fear, I felt safe…the foreign feeling of sweet relief flooded me. I ended up snuggling between his legs against my bed holding his soft calloused hands with mine. Cloak wrapped around us forming a cocoon. Examining every beautiful scar and imperfection upon them thinking they are works of living art. All the sacrifices he made, not expecting anything in return. The pure definition of selflessness. Leaning against his chest I whispered, “what happened to your hands Stephen?” To which he responds with a soft nuzzle whispering into the shell of my ear, “lets save that for another time. I love you. But I have to go…I’ll come back for you. I promise.” Kissing softly on my temple.
This dream felt so real…Like I felt the muscular strength of his pristinely-broad shoulders…his breath on my neck. Mind you, I never remember my dreams let alone have happy ones. But this one haunts me in every positive way imaginable. Our stories are so paralleled, I’ve never related to a character on this level in my life. To have a very positive fluffy dream of my muse/earthly hero who helped save my life was a gift. I’m just sorry I had to wake up from it.
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luck-of-the-drawings · 4 months
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OOOH BABY THIS ONE WAS A LONG TIME COMING. NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE!!
YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER. A DAY OF ADVENTURE WITH YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS. OH HOW TIGHTLY YOU HOLD THEM TO YOUR CHEST, AND OH HOW TERRIFYING IT IS TO WATCH THEM GET EVISCERATED BY SOMETHING YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. MAYBE IF YOU JUST LISTENED A BIT MORE, IF YOU LET THE SMART ONE LEAD THE CHARGE, THIS WOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED. ONCE AGAIN YOUR IMPULSIVENESS LEADS TO DISASTER. HEAR ME NOW, YOUNG TIDESTRIDER, YOUR STUPIDITY WILL BRING THE DEMISE OF EVERYTHING YOU WERE BORN AND FORGED TO PROTECT. HOW COULD THE PROPHECY HAVE CHOSEN SOMEONE SO USELESS? I BET YOU WISH YOU CHOSE THE RIGHT LEVER. FAILURE.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi riptide spoilers#jrwi riptide#cw gore#cw blood#cw eyestrain#THE NIGHTMARE ARC WAS CRAAAZY IVE BEEN WORKIN ON THIS SHIT SINCE THAT EP CAME OUT OHHH MY GOOOODD#ITS DONE ITS DONE I DONT CAAAARE I CANT LOOK AT IT ANYMORE JUST TAAAAKE IT#IT WAs meant to just be a buncha silly doodles and. well. then i saw all the beautiful colors in the world#and i just really wanted to draw jay getting fucked up by a lazer#IGNOREEEE THE DIFFERING ARTSTYLES THIS HAS LITERALLY BEEN COOKING FOR MONTHS AND I AM TALENTED IN MANY DIFFERENT WAYS#I LOVE COLORS!!! if you look clooosesly youll notice that gillions eyes are bright green everytime#the dream stuff is all reddish and the waking world stuff is blue#I ALSO LOve drawing tears and that weird thick blood pouring from the wounds in his chest#i also LOVE drawing Dead Eyes (eyes of some1 who is dead) poor chip lmaooo everyone point n laugh at this guy who got Power Word: killed#he care so much for gillion tho... when he was breaking jay out he was like 'we gotta save gill' BUT#THAT WAS DREAM CHIP. THATS HOW GILLION SEES CHIP.. gillion knows these two love n care for him so much AUUUUUU#MORE IDEAS: i like to think gillion knows what price looks like bc chip has shown him Via his funny magic Disguise Self Bandana#also kinda unrelated but still in this episode. ive never seen gryffon act so homosexual. admitting he goes to like. 'male service' or wate#like that was all in gills dream. does gill just see gryffon as a fruit or somethin. does he Know?#okayokay i think i got most o the worms out of my BRAIN. i just love blood and terror and horror and fear so mmuuuuch#and i hope u love it too. have a good day if you can help it
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pan-de-seungcheol · 5 months
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❁Hate to Love You❁
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{You didnt want it to be true, surely your sweet boyfriend would never cheat on you. If only you hadnt stayed up to confront him, everything might still be the same}
{Word Count: 1259}
{Warnings: cheating, heartbreak, mentions of depression}
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2 months ago...
You were woken up by the sound of your apartment door opening.
Reaching for your phone on the couch you looked at the time. 3:45 am. God he was even later than last time.
He didnt even give you the courtesy of a silent entry, didnt care if you knew now that he had been out.
Its been months since this started, the sneaking out at late hours in the night and coming home even later. You didnt think much about it at first, assuming he was at a late practice with the boys, but then it stated happening more often than not.
Youd had enough, and wanted to catch him coming home to question him. tonight was that night.
"Hannie?"
He jumped, clearly not expecting you to be up this late.
"Fuck Y/N! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Jeonghan looked at you then, suddenly realizing what this meant. You got up off of the couch, crossing the expanse of the room to get to him.
He shuffled uncomfortably as you got closer, shifting his collar up higher on his neck, and trying to do so discretely.
"Whats that?"
"Whats what?" he countered, eyes never meeting yours.
Looking back now that was when you knew. Sure youd had your suspicions but he never gave you any reason to believe hed actually go through with it. Actually cheat on you.
"Let me see your neck Jeonghan."
He flinched, you were never so bold with him. His mouth opened almost as if to say something, maybe defend himself, but he shut it immediately.
You reached up to pull his color down and your stomach dropped. Purple hickies lined the soft skin, clear evidence of what he had been doing for the past months.
He grabbed your hand, forcing it off of his color. His eyes held so trace of regret, no fear that he had hurt you, it was as if the Jeonghan you knew all along had been replaced by someone spiteful. Someone who couldn't give a fuck that he was tearing your heart out.
"Jeonghan. How--how could you?" Hot tears began poking at your eyes, threatening to spill over right infront of him, but you wanted to hear the reasons first. Surely you had done something to cause this. Been too neglectful of him, maybe he could justify it somehow.
He scoffed at you then, seemingly annoyed you were even talking to him about the subject. Were you really that big of a burden on him that he couldn't offer you even a small explanation? Would he not even dignify you with that after all these years together?
"Its late Y/N, and i have practice in the morning. Lets just talk about this tomorrow." He moved around you, disregarding your worries and acting like they meant nothing to him.
"How can you act this way" You grabbed his hand before he could get passed you "How can you pretend not to care?"
"Because I don't! I don't care Y/N!" He looked furious at you, his harsh words causing you to flinch back. "Now are you gonna come to bed or are you leaving?"
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. not only did he shut you down but he outright stated that he didn't care about you. Your heart hurt, so much so that you brought a hand up to your chest just to be sure it was still beating. The world seemed to spin. You were with Jeonghan for so long and he had never once made you feel inferior to him until this moment.
He turned to go then, obviously not in the mood to comfort you tonight.
You crumbled to the ground after he left for your bedroom. Knees brought close to you in an effort to feel the comfort he denied you. Choked sobs escaped your lips as you tried your hardest to cry quietly, not wanting to wake Jeonghan up.
You stayed there all night, thinking about your relationship. Thinking about his affair. About what you were going to do next.
Present Day...
Your hands were plunged in the sink water, mind far away as you scrubbed the remnants of you and Jeonghan's dinner away.
You had stayed that night two months ago, and the day after. That talk that Jeonghan promised came, and he spewed some bs about how sorry he was and how much he really did care about you but he was just so drunk that he couldn't get the words out right. All of that and you still couldn't leave him. You knew you were an idiot, every person you told made sure you knew you were making a mistake. However, you still couldn't make yourself break up with him fully. So you stayed.
You were distant tho. Looking him in the eyes but never fully seeing him, letting him hold you but never reciprocating his affections.
And Jeonghan noticed. He noticed from the very moment you started shrugging off his hugs and avoiding his kisses. Now it was his turn to confront you.
Walking over to the kitchen Jeonghan took the plate you were washing out of your hands and set it on the counter.
"Y/N look at me" but you refused "Youve been washing the same plate for the past twenty minutes, now can you please look at me so we can talk."
You turned to face him then. Now it was Jeonghan's turn to have his heart broken. Your eyes were void of any emotion, you were a complete shell of a human. He knew he had hurt you. He wasnt even sure he cared until he sobered after that incident and saw you asleep on the kitchen floor. He vowed then to be better for you. He cut off all his affairs and looking back he hated himself for even going down that road when you were right there for him.
It was too late now tho. He could see the weight of what he did to you in your face. You had purple eyebags under your eyes, youd lost so much weight, and you barely looked at him anymore.
"Y/N, please talk to me" Jeonghan held both of your hands in his and looked into your eyes.
It hit you then, the weight of the past months crashing down on you with so much force you were brought to your knees. Violent sobs fell from your mouth as all the pent up pain came out of you.
Jeonghan met you on the ground. cradling you firmly into his chest and rubbing comforting circles into your back as you cried. He was crying now, tears he knew were caused by his own actions. He had broken you.
"Im so sorry Y/N" he muttered into your hair "so fucking sorry"
But it was too late.
"I cant do this any more Jeonghan."
and his world came crashing down. the years you spent together flashed in his mind, so many beautiful moments with you, and he had ruined it all for some cheap hookups.
Jeonghan didnt say anything. Not when he comforted you while you cried. not when you got up from the floor. not when you packed a bad to leave. You deserved peace. After all that he put you through he knew thats what you needed, so he let you leave.
He was quiet especially when your shared apartment became an empty reminder of you. This place forever a reminder of what couldve been, if only he hadnt broken you.
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{Author's Note}
ik jeonghan is prob not actually like this in relationships but i like to hurt my own feelings...
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strangerthings-01 · 1 year
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Hi. How are you?
I see you are asking for requests for Eddie and reader. Could I get one where the reader is working a lot of hours at her job, including working at home as well. And she is barely eating or sleeping, and he becomes really concerned for her. She is almost at total collapse.
This is happening in my life right now. Thanks in advance. 😁❤️
Absolutely! Thank you for the request! Also I am sorry you are in that state. Make sure to take care of yourself hun. You're important. I hope this is okay!!!!
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Summary: Y/N is constantly working whether it was at home cleaaning and making things tidy or being at your actual job working a bunch of extra hours because it was short staffed and you needed money. You couldn't catch a break but you couldn't stop. But eddie started noticing you not eating as much and your sleep schedule was ruined. He has tried talking to you but to no avial until you nearly collapse and he calls it.
warnings- mentions of stress, not eating or sleeping, cussing, fighting.
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The alarm in your bedroom went off at 8 AM like it did every other day. You either worked in the morning or the night, never steady and never set. It had become a routine for you and you had gotten used to it although you really shouldn't have. You rubbed your eyes hoping to get rid of some of the sleepniess considering you had only gotten about 5 hours of sleep and pushed the cover back and slowly slid out bed, trying not to wake your boyfriend up.
Eddie had been understanding when you told him you would have to pick up extra shifts. His only concern was your health but you had promised it would only be for a couple of weeks but that turned into about 2 months now. You were either at work busting your ass or at home busting your ass. It wasn't like Eddie didn't help you around the house, he did. But you wanted things a certain way all the time so you would spend hours at a time fixing litte things after work, morning or night.
He had tried to talk to you once about it after it hit the one month mark and your eyes were always droopy and your mood alwasy down. But you convinced him you were okay and that it wouldn't be much longer and you really did think that was the case but work was hounding you and you couldn't risk losing the one job that paid you well enough. Eddie worked too as a mechanic but his paychecks sometimes came in low because of some seasons being more slow than others. You were a waitress and a lot of your money was calculated based in tips which was also why you started dressing more cute.
This morning you decided on tight jeans that cut off at the ankle and your work shirt was tied with a ponytail holder around you waist, hair into a messy not messy bun. You sighed as you put on some mascara and a light shade of lipgloss. You were rubbing your lips tgoether when you saw eddie walk into the bathroom from the mirrow, hair all over the place. Your eddie.
"Hey babe. Off to work?" He said gruffly, tiredness etched his voice. "Yeah. I'll be home around 4." He nodded and kissed your cheek. "You look beaitful babe. Do you want some breakfast before you go?" He asked as leaned agasint the sink, arms crossed over his chest. "Uh no I'm okay. I'll eat somehing there on my break but thank you." You didn't admit it but the work load had caused a loss of appetite and even thinking about eating before or during work disgusted you. You smiled and went to walk out but he pulled you back. "Hey. Is everything okay sweetheart? You're working a lot and you neevr eat before you go to work which isn't good for you. Do you even eat at work?" Your anxeity was going up at this whole conversation and you wated to end it quick.
"Okay what is up with the interrigation? I just want to go to work. I don't know why you get so worried about me? I'm a waitress, I work a lot. It's how it is." He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I'm just making sure you're okay. Why do you argue with me? I'm allowed to be concenred babe." You roll your eyes and shake your head. "Jesus. I'm fine. Please stop asking every 5 minutes. I'm not gonna break so stop treating me like I'm fragile." He scoffed and pushed himself off the counter. "Well I am so sorry that I fucking care about you. You don't have to act like such a bitch."
You bit the inside of your cheek, irriation flooding through your body. "Wow so now I'm a bitch? Real classy eddie. Screw you." You went to walk away but he grabbed your wrist. "No I said you were acting like one and don't walk away from me. Stop acting like a child and just talk to me. I love you and I just want you to be okay." You yanked from his grasp and grabbed your phone off the counter. "I am okay. So leave me alone. I'm just trying to support us and it's fucking annoying that you can't see that!" You walked out but heard feet following you.
"I do see that but jesus babe you've lost weight, you're barely eating and barely sleeping. Don't think I haven't notcied because I do." You whipped around and stepped towards him. "congrats. You've notcied something. Stop worrying about it. I'm tired of you bringing it up. I'll see you when you get home." He laughed humorlessly. "Yeah. Don't think this conversation is over." You brushef him off with a wave of your hand and slammed the door on the way out.
As you made your way to the car, the stress hit your body and your entire body felt like it was shaking. You knew you blew up because he was right. You weren't eating and you weren't sleeping. You didn't understand how it had gotten so bad but you didn't want to ask for help so you never said anything. You just wanted to support your boyfriend even though he made enough to combine with your own to survive. You felt horrible as you made your way to work knowing that eddie did love you and he was concerned. You wouldn't let yourself cry though because you had to work in 10 minutes and your head needed to be cleared so you could focus on getting extra tips today.
As soon as you got there, you grabbed your apron and wrapped it around you, ready for the day to already be over. Your manager, sam, walked up to you and smiled. "good morning. um so Kayla called out for her shift tonight and I was wondering if you would work a double." You had barely clocked in and they already asking more of you. "I reallt can't tonight. I have plans with my boyfriend." You knew it was partly a lie but you needed the rest and you had worked doubles so often lately. "Well I need to know I can rely on you honey. We're super short staffed and I-" You interrupted her and sighed. "I am reliable. I worked doubles all last week and I want to go home to my boyfreind tonight so I'm sorry but no." Sam sucked at her teeth and nodded, walking away clearly upset but your mind still was wrapped around the argument just 30 minutes ago and you had to talk to him asap.
As soon as you opened, people started flooding in. Most people were nice and tipped well but others not so much. You had been yelled at and called an idiot because they ordered the wrong thing. You dealt with it every so often but it still hurt the same. Someone had also called you a pretty young thing and tried to touch you to which you stepped back but they still tipped well. It was a day full of assholes, pervs, and idiots but what's new?
Finally your shift came to an end and you hung your apron up, checking the schedule before you left. Your heart dropped when you noticed sam cut your hours. Fucking bitch. You felt tears spring to your eyes but refused to let them go at work. At that moment Sam walked into the back and you looked at her, stopping her before she could walk away. "Is there a reason you cut my hours?" Sam looked you in your eyes and faked a sad smile. "Yeah I'm sorry it's just we are really low staff and we have to have people here working as much as possible and we only want those people to have the hours."
You gaped at her. "Sam I worked doubles all last week and you're telling me the one time i decline, you cut my hours?" Sam sighed and put her hands up in defense. "It has nothing to do with you-" "Yes it does. I am not doing this with you. I've done nothing but be here, ruining my relationship with the only person who cares for me and you're tossing me aside because of one simple thing." You scoffed and walked off from her, not giving her another word.
You took a deep breath and walked out, heading to you car. Once you got in, you broke down not understanding why you're life was going to shit. You worked your ass off for them and they cut your hours because of one 'no'. After a couple of minutes, you gathered your thoughts and drove home, hopinh eddie was home which he was.
You got out of the car and felt a diziness but tried to control it as you walked into the house. A hunger pang, exhaustion, and sadness creeped its way into your body all at once and you collapsed on the floor. Eddie was in the kitchen making dinner and dropped the plate he had, glass shattering as he ran to you. "Baby. Oh my god shit. Are you okay?" You whimpered and held your stomach. "No. N-No. Eddie it hurts. everything hurts a-and you were right. I'm so sorry." You sobbed as he scooped you into his arms bridal style and laid you down in your bed after he carried you. "Hey we don't need to talk about that right now. What do you need?" You took a deep breath. "Water please."
He immediately went to grab it and brought it back to you. “What happened?” he said as he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. The coldness of his hand brought relief to your heated skin, and you close your eyes in content. “ my manager cut my hours all because I said no to working a double. She said that wasn’t the reason why but it doesn’t make sense because I’ve been working doubles for so long, so the one day I say no my hours were cut.” His breathing for a little heavier which meant he was getting angry. “ that’s it. I’m calling it. You’re gonna call and you’re gonna quit today.” you’re a shot open and you looked at him with a shocked expression. “ babe I can’t. I need a job I need money.” he shook his head. “ the video store is hiring Robin told me the other day. Look at you baby, you literally collapsed, you’re not doing OK. please quit.”
“ are you sure she’s hiring? Because I can’t risk that.” He nodded quickly. “ I promise you. I had asked her the other day because I was really worried about you. I just think it would be a better job because the hours are better and the pay is better and you would be around people who care about you, Robin and Steve. Please.” His voice cracked and you looked at him sensing the fear and sadness and him, and it broke your heart that you were making him feel this way.
“ OK. I’ll quit. But I’m gonna need help getting better because I really fucked myself over.” The sadness in your voice was hard to miss because you realized how bad it was. He sniffled and brushed some of your hair back. “ of course I will. I would do anything for you,you know that right?” it was your turn to brushed some of his hair back as you looked into his eyes. “ of course I know that and I’m so sorry for the way I treated you this morning. You didn’t deserve that.” He stroked check with his thumb. “ no I didn’t deserve that but I understand where you were coming from. You were just worried about us. About me I presume. But I promise you we can get through this.”
You looked at him with the most love in your eyes wondering how you got this lucky. “ I’m so grateful you’re in my life. I love you so much.” Your voice cracked and he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “ I love you too. We’re gonna get you better baby girl so first things first leaving that hell hole.” You chuckled and agreed with him. He placed a soft kiss your lips, but the passion was there no doubt. No doubt at all.
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renluvshisangel · 7 months
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🎀 𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 🎀 ♡ 𝑅𝑒𝓃 𝒳 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 ♡
☆Reader is gender neutral☆
Log: N/N = Nickname. He calls the player Angel, although, if you prefer to be called something else, thats completley fine. E/C = eye color
TW: Swearing, Murder, Mentions of blood, Dismemberment.
You walked back to your apartment, trying to keep your eyes open. Today was stressful, having to deal with rude customers was a struggle. But you were used to it. While you were walking up the stairs, you happened to run into you neighbor, Violet.
She was taking her plant, Charlie, on a walk. Although you found it strange, you never questioned her about it. She smiled and waved at you, knowing that you wouldn't be in the mood to talk. You smiled and waved back at her, and continued walking upstairs.
You fished out your keys from your back pocket and put them in the keyhole. You had expected to see your boyfriend, Ren, wating on the couch for you. And just as you had expected, there he was, wating for you with you favorite drink and your favorite pastries, sitting on the coffee table.
Ren has cared for your well being since day one, and to this day he still does. He always makes sure that yore safe and is always there for you during hard times. You would always try to make it up to him, but he usually declines the offer, saying that seeing you smile is more than enough.
"Long day again?", Ren asks. You nod, sluggishly moving towards the couch. You held onto his arm, not wanting to let go. "I think I know just how to cheer you up.", He sets you on his lap, one hand snaked around your waist and the other moving to play with your hair. 
"I-is this ok?", He asks you. You nod, moving to kiss him. His lips were soft, very soft. And his kisses were full of passion and love. Each kiss would always send shockwaves down your spine. The two of you hoped that the kiss would never end. But of course, you both had to catch your breath at some point. You eventually pulled away, gasping for air.
"You're such a good kisser, N/N~.", Ren says teasingly. "So are you.", You respond. He smiles as he continues to play with your hair. The two of you talked about your day, and watched TV until it was time for you to go to bed.                       
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"N/N, wake up. Come on you promised that we would spend time together.", Ren said, trying to get you to wake up. You opened your eyes, staring at the pink haired male in front of you. "Darling, I know you want to spend time with me, but if your on top of me, then how am I supposed to get up?", You said in a teasing manner. "O-oh.". He gave you a quick kiss before getting up. 
You got up, brushed your teeth, choose some clothes, and walked out of your bedroom door. Ren was waiting for you. He wore a tan sweater, with a white undershirt. His pants were a lighter share of tan.        
"Are you ready to go?", Ren asked, staring into your E/C eyes. "Yeah.", You answered, making your way to the door. Ren followed behind you, not wanting to waste any time. "N/N, I saw a café by the pier, and I was wondering if you wanted to go.", Ren asked you. "That sounds nice.", You told him.                                 
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As the two of you made your way to the pier, you happened to run into someone that you wished you hadn't. It was your ex, Theo. You and him had dated since high school. You broke up with him because he had cheated on you with some bimbo he had met during a party.
He immediately saw you and was making his way towards you. "Hey doll face, long time no see.", Theo said. "N/N, who's this?", Ren asked, he looked at yo with a confused expression on his face. "Ren, this is my ex, Theo." You said, trying not to loose your cool. "You never told me you had an ex...", Ren said.
"Um, Theo, it was nice seeing you and all, but we're kind of busy.", You grabbed Ren's hand. He immediately got the hint. "Well, I'll see you around, doll.", Theo said before he left. You simply rolled yore eyes at that nickname. After he had left, you had made your way to the café.  
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You opened the door to your apartment and sat on the couch, turning on the TV. Ren sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Are you ok?", He asked you. All you did was nod, not taking your eyes off of the TV. After a few minutes he got up and made his way to the door. "Where are you going?", You asked him. "I'm going to get you something.", Ren said to you.
"What is it?", You asked him. "It's a surprise. I can't tell you~.", Ren said to you before leaving. But what you didn't know was that Ren was going to pay Theo a little visit. 
Ren stood in front of Theo's house. He put his gloves on, making sure not to leave any fingerprints on anything. He also had a raincoat on so that there wouldnt be any blood on his clothes. Ren had a bag in one hand, and a sledgehammer in the other. He made his way to the back of the house, making sure not to alert anyone.
🩷Ren's Pov❤️
I grabbed my lockpick out of my pocket and put it in the keyhole. After a few seconds I heard a 'click'. I opened the door, making sure not to alert anyone. After a few minutes of looking around, I found that bastard lying on his bed. He looked like he was on a call with someone. It was probably one of the whores that N/N said he usually texted.
I walked towards him,  raising my sledgehammer. He immediately froze, turning around slowly, he looked terrified. "What the- WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!.", He yelled. "Wait, I recognize you. You're that guy that I saw with Y/N earlier!"
"Yeah, I am. What's your point." "Hey, man I don't want any trouble. You aren't going to hurt me are you?" "Oh, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to bash your brains in! That's all!". I swung my sledgehammer at him multiple times.
I pulled out a knife and stabbed him a few times, making sure that he was dead. My gloves and face were covered in his blood. I let out a a chuckle before pulling out a circular saw, a tarp, and trash bags.
 I started with his arm, slowly cutting it off of his body, so that I could enjoy every second of it. After his arm was off I continued cutting off the rest of his limbs. I giggled happily at the sight of it once I was done. I put his body parts into the trash bag.
I went to a nearby dumpster and put everything in it.
Afterwards I grabbed a cloth and wiped my sledgehammer off. Then I took off my gloves and my raincoat and put then in the dumpster as well.
"No one will hurt my Angel ever again" 
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mystical-flute · 6 months
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Touch: Swanfire Week Day 3
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Prompt: Love Languages
Summary: As they learn to trust each other, Emma and Neal begin doing small things that the other appreciates.
It started the first time Emma had fallen asleep in the Bug. Neal had stayed awake, keeping an eye out for any cops or other thieves that might want to hurt them. He’d thought he’d drawn the short stick, having to stay up late with only his thoughts for company was not his idea of a good time, but then he’d noticed small movements from Emma that had given him pause. Years on the run from people out to hurt him had made him tuned to motions like that being more than they appeared.
At first, they’d been relatively easy to write off as just Emma shifting in her sleep, but then the movements became more than just twists, they became jerks, and her face had twisted into one of discomfort - whether or not it was physical pain or a bad dream he didn’t know, and he didn’t care, as his hand reached out to rest on her shoulder, trying to tell her silently that it was okay, that he was there, and that she was - relatively speaking - safe.
She had stilled a that, her breath evening out as she fell into a calmer sleep, and he smiled weakly, glad he could be of some help in calming her down.
If they were really going to be stuck together, they needed to learn to take care of each other.
Though part of him couldn’t help but wonder what she’d gone through that made her have such violent jerking motions.
As his eyes turned back to the night sky above him, he let out a small sigh. Perhaps one day, she would feel comfortable telling him.
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Emma wasn’t sure when Neal had started noticing her nervous jerks when she had bad dreams, but honestly, she didn’t care. It was a level of comfort that Emma had never felt in her life, but feeling Neal’s hand on her as a reminder of what they had, and how they trusted each other (which she wasn’t sure when that happened either, but it was good for both their sakes to trust each other).
So, she’d started returning the favor. Whenever she had enough spare change, she’d show up to their meeting spots with a little extra food, a bagel or a donut that was close to going stale that bakeries were more than happy to get rid of for a good discount. It felt like she had to pay him back for the comfort he brought her, and he loved baked goods (bready confections always seemed to give him a sense of childlike wonder she would expect from a kid watching fireworks for the first time), so why not?
It was pretty late when she got back to the bug, parked safe and sound in an abandoned parking lot behind a closed-down business, a bag of nearly-stale bagels in her hand, and she noticed Neal asleep in the passenger seat of the Bug.
Carefully, she opened and shut the door, keeping as quiet as she could, and he didn’t stir. He must not have gotten a lot of sleep the night before if he was able to sleep through her opening and closing the annoyingly squeaky door.
She sat in silence, sipping at her hot chocolate and chewing a bear claw, when she saw him twitch out of the corner of her eye. She brushed it off, at first, thinking he was just stretching out in his sleep to get comfortable, but then she saw his face, twisted into fear.
“Neal?” she murmured. When the only answer she got was a fearful sound, she set her bear claw on the dashboard, safely on a napkin, and reached over again. “Neal, wake up, it’s me, it’s Emma!”
Finally, he jerked awake, staring up at her with wide, brown eyes. “Emma? Shit - sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you.”
She shook her head. “No, I just got back… are you okay?”
He nodded and swept his hair back. In the dim light above the car, she could see a few beads of sweat on his forehead. “Fine. Just a bad dream.”
“You want to talk about it?”
He shook his head. “Not really.”
Emma nodded in understanding and pushed her bag of goodies toward him. “Hungry?”
Neal reached in, grabbing a blueberry bagel out of the bag. “Thanks.”
“I got a couple water bottles too. Figured we could use some new ones.”
He nodded, slowly chewing his bagel with one hand, the other resting against the armrest.
Emma let out a small sigh and rested her hand against his, a comfortable silence settling between the two.
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theficblog · 2 years
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CATS, BRUSHES AND YOU
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TEN LEE
Prologue: How far will things go with this random guy you met online? It might not always be as simple.
Genre: Fluff + Social Media AU
Wordcount: 1,808
Warnings: Mild language
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It wasn't too long ago since you started stalking this one account, banana_brushes. All their feed ever had to offer was art, which was probably their own, and cats, which you assumed were also theirs. You were sure you had seen a hundred other profiles updating with the same thing, but this just felt different from day one.
You still consider yourself very lucky though, the astonishment on your face was very real the day the same user slid into your DMs. No, you never interacted with any of their posts so there was no chance of getting caught, all you ever did was simply view. 
"Hey there, I hope I'm not being annoying but would you let me know what medium did you use for the watery thing effect in your last post?" You thought it was a genuine query, which it was, making you leave an immediate reply.
"Thanks, I run an art account too, though."
It was from that very moment you started talking with this random guy online. In a week or more the talks matured from arts and cats to somewhat general ones, you see, how any two strangers would get to know each other.
The two of you now held deep conversations, as time passed. Even though it was only via typing on a social media platform. Maybe it was due to the fact that you knew things would always stay anonymous. There was an absolute zero possibility of seeing or meeting him in the flesh, your real identities would never be revealed, thus blessing you with the freedom to not hold back any opinions, or to spit out whatever the fuck your heart wanted you. You knew you could always block him or report him if things ever went south. To you, it was so much better than having to interact with real-life people. Yeah, call it living in a fake world or whatever, but at least this was something that made you feel at ease.
Your conversations with banana_brushes still continued as smoothly as a rom-com movie, and it was not until this fine evening that you started to see him in a different light.
Your attention was diverted to your notifications as soon as you came home from a trashy day of work, it was him again, and you didn't know for what reason in the heavens, it made you smile.
"Since I've never seen you, I drew what I think you would look like."
He captioned a picture with another one of his works, which he made keeping you in mind, making your lips curve themselves again. Just pondering over the thought that a person did put in some sort of effort while thinking of you was beyond precious, provided the fact that he was not "real". You never saw him, let alone meet him in the flesh. The art piece was phenomenal, as expected. He really knew his brushes. It was not like he traced an angel onto the canvas, it was what anyone would label as "ordinary" but maybe that was what made you resonate with it in a flash of a second.
"Hmm, well full marks for the effort, and that's actually quite pretty! thanks." You replied back without wasting a minute.
"And, I kind of think I look better than that." You teased him, and the text was sent along with a tongue-out winking emoji. 
"Oh! I would have no clue." He was still typing as you glued your eyeballs to the screen. "The only thing I have ever seen is your art."
With a raised eyebrow, you ran your fingers across your keypad. There was no way you were going to let this sassy stranger win. 
"The only thing I have ever seen is your cats". With this, you dropped your phone onto the bed. This was one of the many perks of talking to people online, disconnecting at any time you felt like.
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The next morning was nothing special. The same cycle of waking up, getting ready, and leaving for work. There were times you really sat and pondered something interesting happening in your life, at least for once as you sipped on your coffee. Life was no better than the stagnant lake waters. 
The last time you remember having an adrenaline rush was probably the night before your job interview. It has been two years since then.
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"No way in fucking hell!" You cursed under your breath, making sure you blinked a dozen times and pinching yourself. 
You took quick steps towards the table, grabbing the canvas in your hands. It was the same that the Instagram guy sent you last night. What on earth was it doing here at your office? Did he manage to track your address down? What if he were a creep? Oh, how could you ever be so stupid to forget the dark side of this alluring internet?
It also seemed like your morning wish had come true, for the adrenaline hormone kicked it, along with this strange feeling in your gut.
"Excuse me?" You heard a voice from behind, you turned back out of reflex, with a pale face and mouth hanging open.
The man looked at you with an uncomfortable stare, pointing to the article you held in your hands. "Ummm, that?" He questioned. Did it by any chance belong to him? For the sake of God, let it be his.
"Ten?" You asked in disbelief.
"You know me?" He inquired back, with a change of tone.
Of course, you knew him. Even though this was the first face-to-face interaction you both had had in the last two years, you were well aware of his presence.
"If I'm not wrong, you are Y/N? I think I've seen you at the cafeteria a few times, you're a part of the-"
"Wait, you have cats?" You cut his unnecessary words off.
He was taken aback, how did you come to know about his precious babies? Before he could comprehend, you thew another question on his way. "And since when do you draw?"  This guy was not understanding a thing, his face showed that he could not make out, as though you spoke Greek. 
There was no time to waste. You hurriedly rummaged through your tote bag, pulling out your phone. 
"User banana underscore brushes?" You flashed your Instagram screen right before his eyes, which kept on getting wider and wider.
"User i know my underscore brushes?"  He took a long breath, nodding his head. "That was you?" He reciprocated the same reactions you displayed about a minute ago.
"Now you know embarrassing things about me! Hold on you also know my life problems?! Please don't tell the boss I called him a dick the other day!" He blurted out in a single breath, eyes wandering from left to right at the speed of light, palming his face out of embarrassment.
But it was not only you that had this advantage, texts had always been mutual.
"Only if you don't tell him that it was me who changed the PPT link to that of Dora the Explorer last week, and also just ignore all the bitching I've ever done about this place." You declared, resting your hands on your hips. 
"What the fuck? That was you!?" He burst into a shrill laugh.
"Huh?" You exclaimed.
"I mean that was super fun, also, I won't tell anyone. Deal?" His offer only made sense.
"Deal!" You raised your hand up, earning a high-five from him.
Before you could go back and continue with your otherwise boring day, ten interrupted. "Y/N!" 
"You're good at drawing and stuff." This came out of nowhere, why was he trying to make it awkward?
"Thanks, you've told me that before, and so are you!" You shined a tooth-wide smile as you turned back again, signalling your leave.
"Do you have any pets?" He asked abruptly, as though he had been caught with a gun near a corpse.
"I already told you that I did not." You laughed awkwardly again.
"Then let's go get some coffee." Ten offered. 
"Right now?" This was not a confirmation from your side but a denial. You stood there as you looked at him with a confused face again. 
Confusion has reigned supreme in this scenario throughout.
He took out his phone with the Kuromi phone grip out of his back pocket, his fingers were running like crazy, and there were visible beads of sweat on his forehead. You thought he had just offered you coffee.
You too started to do the same, smartphones turned out to be lifesavers in awkward situations. 
The first thing you noticed was the unseen messages from Ten yesterday, you must have ignored them last night until it turned out they were not meant to be ignored.
Ten, on the other hand, buried his face in his palms, not having the courage to face you, he was too late, by now you had read it all.
"You what?" You questioned in disbelief. "Yo-you have a crush on me?"
He was ready with an explanation even before you finished. "I think it's a bit more than that now that I know who you are, Y/N." He expressed, his tone sincere, looking at you directly and making eye contact with you.
He shook his head. "I'm sorry Y/N I did not want to let you know like this, who confesses like this-"
He talked a lot, and you were cutting him off, a lot.
You took steps closer, inches away from his body, holding him by the shoulders, trying to lean closer.
"Are-are you going to kiss me now?" He stammered. 
"May I?" You asked.
Ten nodded before shutting his eyes. You did the same and brought yourself closer, his awkward hands held you by the waist. The touch was sweet, creating a tingling sensation in your body. No, this was not your first kiss, but it sure felt special.
It felt like the blow on a wound, comforting. It felt like a scratch on the neck, satisfying, and it felt like a glass of wine, soothing. 
You caressed his pink lips with your thumb as you pulled back. 
"Does this mean you like me back?" He asked with curious eyes and now you could clearly appreciate his cat-like features. Soft, yet sharp.
"I think it means that most of the time, so yeah." You said.
"Makes sense." Ten giggled, his sassy self seemed to have melted away with one kiss.
"Also" he continued "That painting stands nowhere in front of you, you're way prettier." He remarked with a subtle smile.
"No no please this doesn't suit you!" You hit his hand playfully before the laughter erupted between you two once again.
Finally, in the midst of a boring life, a bright spot.
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Back From The Dead c3: Tomorrow
@flufftober day 13: Secret Family Recipe
Chapter 1 | 2 | AO3
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The shout was just loud enough to wake John, and he sat up as quickly as his healing ribs would let him. For a moment he just stayed there, sat up and getting himself together, but another shout had him moving.
Gingerly he put his booted foot down. The compound fracture had thankfully been a clean break and, even better, Scott’s addition of the dampened gauze had both kept the bone moist and prevented any infection too, so that had been one less worry.
They had kept him in the hospital for a week. The operation to reset his leg had been done almost immediately they had arrived and he’d woken up several hours later and his usual groggy self.
Scott hadn’t left his side virtually the whole time. Virgil had chased him out twice to go clean up at the hotel, but Scott had been back long before he’d been expected. Their big brother was having trouble, and John could understand it, he really could. This was the second time Scott had been instrumental in bringing him back from the dead in the same location – that was enough nightmare material for them both.
John had insisted on a boot to give him freedom to move around the villa whilst his brothers, who would normally wait on him, would be out on rescues. It was best because otherwise Grandma would cook for him…
Now he was thankful for the boot because it meant he could get to his brother’s room without wating for assistance. John was almost to Scott’s room when Virgil’s door opened. The medic was still wiping the sleep from his eyes and John took pity on him.
‘I got this. Go back to bed, Virgil.’ ‘You – yawn – sure?’ ‘I’m sure.’ ‘Ok. Call if you need me.’ ‘I will, I promise.’
Virgil gave him a squinty-eyed stare for a long second but then turned around and went back to bed. John smiled, but a third cry had him moving forward again.
Waking Scott up when he was having a nightmare was an action fraught with danger. Touch him in the wrong place or at the wrong time and Scott would wake up swinging or kicking. John couldn’t afford for that to happen to him – his big brother carried enough guilt without him adding more to it – so he stood far enough away and said the magic words.
‘Scott, I need you.’
There was a sudden stilling of his brother’s limbs and a deep breath. John spoke once more, a little louder.
‘Scott, I need you.’ ‘J’n?’
There wasn’t too much actual consciousness in his brother’s voice, and even less in the slit of blue that peered at him, but several blinks later Scott was up and in front of John, looking him over to see what was wrong. It never ceased to amaze him how quickly Scott could go from dead asleep mid-nightmare to wide awake and up.
‘John – are you alright? What’s wrong?’ ‘Nightmare.’
He didn’t need to specify that it was Scott that was having the nightmare rather than himself, for he was in Scott’s room and that told the older man everything. He ran a hand through his hair and expelled a noisy breath.
‘Sorry.’ ‘Don’t be. It’s perfectly understandable.’ ‘Yeah, well. I’m still sorry.’
John reached out and squeezed Scott’s shoulder and immediately felt him relax a little. It was about time they talked this one out so that Scott could go back to having nightmares about the normal things he couldn’t do anything about.
‘Drink?’ ‘Drink.’
They headed off to the kitchen, Scott as alert as if he’d been awake for hours and John running through a list a of things he knew would help his brother. Once they arrived they settled into a routine that they had perfected years ago not long after the last time John had died and been brought back from the dead.
Neither spoke as they worked around each other, Scott preparing hot chocolate for them both and John setting about whipping up batter and heating the waffle iron. He worked with his back to Scott, but every now and then he could feel his brother’s eyes on him. Thank goodness for electric whisks – while he would usually hand-whisk the still-healing ribs put the kybosh on that – and it didn’t take long to have four waffles in the machine.
Hot chocolate made by hand took time, Scott expertly thickening the chocolate and adding a pinch of something extra for the kick that he and John liked but the rest of their brothers weren’t too fond of.
They took their bounty out to the poolside, pushing two loungers together and settling down. Still they said nothing until half the hot chocolate had been drunk and one of the waffles consumed.
‘One day, John, you’ll need to tell me what your secret waffle recipe is. Damned if I can replicate it.’ ‘Uh huh. No.’ ‘John…’ ‘Nope.’ ‘John…’ ‘Nope.’
This was an old argument. It had started the day John had made waffles for a stressed-out Scott while he ran around getting Alan and Gordon ready for school and had been going on ever since.
‘I cannot get over how you make these taste just like Mom’s.’ ‘Well, it was Mom’s secret recipe. I can’t believe your hot chocolate tastes just like Dad’s.’ ‘Likewise, it’s Dad’s secret recipe.’
They chuckled and bumped shoulders.
Getting Scott to open up was harder than keeping track of the Hood, but this was a great opening and John grabbed it with both hands.
‘Thank you.’ ‘For what?’ ‘For saving me. Again.’ ‘You don’t need to thank me for that, John.’ ‘I do. I do because I know how much this would have affected you.’
Scott sipped his drink and stayed quiet. He didn’t want to get into this, but he knew that John wouldn’t let up.
‘You’ve been having nightmares.’ ‘I know.’ ‘You want to talk about it?’ ‘No.’ ‘Sure?’ ‘I’m good, Johnny.’ ‘Don’t call me that, Scoots.’
But John smiled into his chocolate as he said that. Scott would never talk about it but the fact that he was making light of it meant he was at least working through it in his own way.
‘So, about that secret recipe…’ ‘Nope.’ ‘Please?’ ‘Oooh…Scott Tracy begging?’ ‘Never!’
They settled into quiet bickering that lasted until the sun peeked over the horizon and Gordon came out. He gave them a quizzical look that caused them to collapse laughing.
Gordon dove in the water, soaking them both.
Fin
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dairy-farmer · 2 years
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I see your Tim being used by everyone and raise you a he's the one using everyone for his own pleasure like he makes one of his brothers or bruce take a sleeping pill and he rides their half hard dick and at one point he just grabs it and rubs the head all over his clit and he does this shit daily like a little freak
oh tim taking advantage of the bats 😩!!!!! him drugging the pitcher of juice they all drink from at dinner and wating until they're all knocked out and visitng them one by one and fucking them until he's satisfied. the drugs present a special problem, they'll allow someone to fuck tim no problem because tim will wake up sore and wet but when he tries to do the same they never get fully hard or erect. it makes fucking them so hard but tim does it and makes up for it by taking each of them. sometimes they cum half way through while tim is bouncing on them and gasping, near his peak- and then they go tense under him, their cocks spill into him and tim has to huff a little disappointed sound when they go full soft in him. sometimes tim doesn't feel like cleaning out the mess so he'll just straddle them, slipping their cock between his lips and rubbing back and forth. him holding the cock up and harshly grinding it against his clit, rubbing it against him instead of his fingers to he can feel when they cum and rubs their release on his cunt.
in the morning they find tim without any underwear and just a sleeping shirt in bed, his pussy red and covered with white cum. none of them fess up but they know one among them decided to have some fun with tim so they'll all quickly clean him up, not wanting tim to wake up with a mess in him and get suspicious. and they're right because tim will wake up and join them at breakfast, acting like nothing happened at all.🥰
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mischiefthedreamerx · 2 years
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The Protector
Synopsis: In the middle of the night, Layla finally encounters Marc's second alter, the one who's kept himself hidden, the one who is misunderstood. The protector.
A/N: So i came up with this little idea and thought I'd try it out. Also I've never read the comics and we've only had a very small scene of Jake so this is just my take on him.
Word Count: 800 words.
"Who are you?"
It was the middle of the night when Layla first met him. The full moon's light cascaded through the windows, illuminating parts of the wooden floor in its white light. Marc and Layla formed a plan together; they would take turns staying awake in Steven's flat. Every hour Layla took watch whilst Marc slept wating for this second alter to take over, Marc would then stay up an hour each time so Layla could take a rest and the alter would hopefully not take over, they used the leg restraint but they didn't think it would be much help. They had been doing this for days, both were exhausted.
Marc's body stood a step away from the moon’s illumination, his back to Layla, frozen in place.
"Who are you?" She repeated with hesitation, keeping her distance. From what they mostly knew about this alter was that it was merciless and hostile, who was not afraid to spill blood without a second thought, without a guilty concious. Layla was expecting the worse. Marc was agaist this idea at first, fearing for her safety but it was the one way they thought they could catch them out.
"Marc Spector calls me a monster, that is who I am." The voice was harsh and cold with a spanish accident. The accident definitely caught Layla of guard though she probaly shouldn't be too surprised.
"Are you? A monster?" Layla asked carefully, staying in her place. The alter made no move to turn around.
"No lo sé, depends on who you ask...A monster to the lives that I have taken, yet that is only half of the story."
Layla's breathing began to escalate but she firmly stood her ground.
"What do you think I am, mi querido?"
Honestly, Layla wasn't all that sure. "You kill without mercy. What else is there to think of?"
The alter's head tilted to the side, still facing his back to her. "Is that not what your husband does? Why is it so different?"
"He feels remorse. He was enslaved to a god, he had no choice."
There was a deafening silence that passed through them, the alter did not reply right away as he shook his head.
"You think I had a choice?" From the begining there was barely any emotion in this man's voice yet now it had changed to sounding something close to anger, causing the accent to thicken. "I wake up to war zones." The alter turned his head to the side, making eye contact with Layla. Sharp eyes of a wild animal trapped in a cage.
"I black out for months, years. And when I wake up, I am in the middle of a fight where I am given no choice but to defend this body because the other two are far too weak to save themselves."
Layla could very clearly hear the hurt in his dark voice. Perhaps both Marc and Layla had been the ones to jump to conclusions. Layla forced her body to relax, she wanted to show him that she could be trusted. She wondered how alone he must be feeling on the inside. How long had he been around unnoticed?
Layla felt hopeless, there wasn't much she could really say. "I'm sorry. We can work this out together with Marc and Steven. You don't have to hide."
"I have to hide." The alter turned away, his gaze down, looking at the floor.
Layla frowned. "Why?"
"To protect this body."
"I don't understand." Layla was struggling to make sense of any of this.
"You are not suppose to understand, Layla." The alter finally turned around completely. "Believe me, it is better this way. " His voice no longer held onto its anger, fading into something that sounded sorrowful. The animal behind its cage loosing the fight to escape.
"You won't tell me why, will you?" Layla hopelessly asked.
The alter shook his head. "No. Because I have to protect this body. It is my purpose, what I was created to do."
Layla would not push for answers, she knew better than that. It was a miracle to even be speaking to him..
"Can I at least get a name?"
The alter considered it for a moment. "Jake Lockley."
Layla made the decision to walk over to him. The small slice of moonlight was the only thing seperating them.
Jake's body was held together more defensively than Marc's usual posture and far too different from Steven's relaxed body.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Jake." Layla held out her hand. Again, Jake did not make a move right away, perhaps analysing her before doing anything else, detecting any potential danger. Though he decide to complete the hand shake with Layla.
"Thank you, Jake. For protecting Marc and Steven."
Layla noticed Jake's eyes slightly widening as if she had said something shocking. No one had ever thanked him before.
"Looks like you outsmarted me. Rest, I will do no harm tonight."
Layla believed him and nodded. Then to her surprise, a small crooked smile crossed his lips.
"To put your mind at easy, Layla; don't worry, I won't be kising you anytime soon."
Layla couldn't help but smile back with a confident comeback. "Spanish doesn't really turn me on."
Jake laughed. "No, you prefer french."
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So for the purpose of this one shot; Jake saying he has to stay hidden is due to not wanting to tell them about being Khonshu's avatar becasue Jake is the physical protector of the body and wants Khonshu's help protect it whilst in return Jake helps Khonshu carry out justice. Hope that makes sense XD
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evepack · 1 year
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My Dream SMP OC!
Were should i start?
Well her name is Ema Berlin.
I have her for a LONG time but the only place that i mentioned her and showed her is in my youtube channel
Her backstory is ready its a mixture between fanon lore and canon but i will talk about that later for now only facts about her
#1: She is in the SMP since the start she was teleport there and fell into the lake around the comunity house and c!Dream help her when he noticed Ema strugling to get out of there (she was 8)
#2: She is a walking rose bush and was created in a cauldron by her mother (a witch) and her father (a human) she was meant to be a human but the first rose that her father giver to her mother somehow fell into the couldron and the she was born with a flower crown that if someone tried to take of would hurt Ema and vines in her arms and in one her legs that after some years would grow roses
#3:XD saved Ema and make her a Timetraveler and decided to throw her in the SMP he heal her eye but never take away the huge burn mark on her face. He wants her to be scarred forever (also the inbetween is not taking away her memorie it's taking away her sanity)
#4:Ema is a Timetraveler and she hates that
#5:Some of Ema's duos names are:
Potion Duo(she and c!Erin, they both were created using magic i was surprise when i see c!Erin's backstory and realise that they were created in the same way)
The pet owners (Ema and c!Techno, she has A LOT of pets that she hide's from c!Sapnap and Techno is self-explanatory)
Photography Duo (Ema and c!Ranboo, they created a photo album together and are good friends)
And the last one that i gonna mentioned is Attachment Duo (Ema and c!Dream, she is not gonna abandoned her first attachment in SMP and Dream is not gonna hurt the only person that is gonna be with him to the end of the world)
There's more but lets go to next fact
#6:Ema hates and fears fire (she is a walking plant and is easiely flamable)
#7:Ema relasionship with the 8 og SMP members;
C!Alyssa:she miss her, she wants her back
C!Callahan: she likes him, he likes her. Ema likes to follow him around when she can like a duck.
C!Awesome dude: She doesn't know. She hates that he cut off Ponk's arm, she hates that he let Quackity turtered Dream, she hates that he kidnap Micheal but... She can't hate him.
C!Ponk:she always likes to spend time with him. Everytime she gets hurts she hides it from anyone but not from Ponk
C!Sapnap:she was afraid of him when she got in the SMP and he didn't care about her when she first but 1 hour later he was like "If anyone hurt her i will fight you", of course their relasionship has ups and downs because he is part blaze and she is part plant like the times that Sapnap gets to excited his hair transforms into flames and made Ema run for at some corner in the room.
C!George:They're good friends. She used to feel sleep on him a lot as a child he didn't mind after its a excuse to him to do nothing while wating to her wake up but now she is the one waiting to him to wake up, waiting to XD free him from his dreams just to not even 1 day later to lock him in the dream world again
C!Bad:she miss his muffins, she miss his hugs, she miss to be with just singing little songs that come out of nowhere but after the Red Banquent she couldn't look at him. Bad wanted to kill her.Bad wanted to kill her with fire.
C!Dream:the first person that she care about in the SMP, she will do anything for him.
#8: Her personality: Ema is quiet and does not like loud noises unless its music, fireworks or just her friends having fun, her loyaty is endless if you dont hur her she will trust you forever. She is impatient and doesn't know how to express herself. She in honest most of the time and knows how to lie very well (thanks, c!Dream).
#9: Ema's appearence (in gacha and in minecraft because i can't drawn)
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#10: She hates c!Tommy she was intrested in him when he got in the SMP now she only wants him to dissapear
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And that is what i gonna talk about her i gonna talk more about her later but for now tell me what you think of Ema my self-insert on the Dream SMP?
(I sorry if the descripiton of her personality is not clear enough im terrible at describing character's personality and sorry for any english mistakes)
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paragon-writer · 2 years
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Just You and Me - Sneak Peak for Ch 3
Goku/Gohan
warnings: inc*st ofc, general sappiness; don’t like, don’t read!
ao3: paragon_writer, hope you enjoy!!
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A content smile eases onto Gohan’s face as he slips into the world of consciousness. Puffs of air rustle the hair at the back of Gohan’s head and he can feel the sturdy warmth of Goku lined up against his back, the older man’s arm laying over his waist. 
Gohan sighs like a cat in a sun spot, luxuriating in his father’s sleepy embrace as daylight bathes the room. They don’t often have opportunities to wake up like this together, so he revels in the moment, settling even more into Goku’s chest and resting his arm on the one draped over him. 
To think, he gets this for a whole week. It certainly beats hurried meetings in forests or sneaking around his school sanctioned apartment complex. Though the latter does bring up some interesting memories of being distracted from his PhD candidacy work. 
Gohan bites his lip at that last thought. A sudden, vivid memory of Goku carrying him away from where he’d been writing thesis outlines to the bedroom flutters through his mind. That had been a very fun, if unproductive, evening, though it had been more than worth it in Gohan’s opinion.
Goku shifts behind him and Gohan can feel his length press against his ass. It’s already partially erect and the younger saiyan can’t resist rocking back into the hardness. It feels awkward at first but he manages to create a lax rhythm and a sleepy moan sounds behind him. Goku’s legs slide against his own from their tangled position as Gohan keeps up the motion, slowly rolling the fabric covered cleft of his ass over Goku’s bare cock.
The nature of their relationship doesn’t exactly allow for lazy mornings, or mornings at all,  where Gohan can wake his father up in such a licentious manner but when opportunity strikes, Gohan would be remiss not to take advantage. 
He’s never done anything like this before and the sensation is crazy erotic. The warm flesh is so close to the hole it had just been fucking into last night, the tip pushing into the skin of his lower back. Gohan doesn’t speed up but he does lean further back into Goku’s chest. He suddenly wishes he had undressed before going back to bed.
The languidly given stimulation coaxes Goku awake and he buries his nose into his lover’s hair, groaning his pleasure into the wild strands. He catches Gohan’s hip, halting the dizzying motion and, instead, cants into the flesh himself. 
Sufficiently awake, Goku rasps, “Is this what I’m going to be waking up to every morning while we’re here?” What was simply morning wood is fully erect now and the head of his cock oozes a bead of precum onto Gohan’s boxers. 
“Ahh, it depends,” his breath hitches as Goku’s hand slides under the waistband to palm at the hardness between his own legs, “How’d you like the wake up call?”
Goku turns his son onto his back, fingers padding over his sculpted abdomen. “Can’t say I have any complaints.” They exchange matching grins and then Gohan is pulling the other down to his lips, this time exchanging sweet, chaste kisses. Though, as tempting as it is to lie here with his lover all morning, his aching length and the one smearing precum over his hip, encourage him to move things along. 
“You wanna take this to the shower?” Goku hums his assent, brushing his lips over his son’s once more in a lingering touch before they leave the bed and head to the ensuite. There’s a bathtub that happens to be big enough for two people, Gohan notes, as well as a His and Hers sink but the two of them pass by both to make their way to the lavishly tiled shower.
After fiddling with the controls, they’re soon under the pleasantly hot spray of water and, though there’s more than enough room for two, they stay crowded in each other’s space as if they’re in a two by four. 
Goku reaches around Gohan’s waist and pulls him in, aroused members meeting in between them. Never mind the heat of the shower, every point of contact they hold is searing and the water is lukewarm in comparison. Goku uses his other hand to wrap a hand around them both, moving up and down a few times but, with little slicking the glide of their shafts, he seeks out the body wash, finding it in the alcove of the wall. 
Gohan watches in anticipation, leaning further into his father as he expects him to retake them both in hand, but it seems Goku has other plans and a surprised sound bounces off the tiles as Gohan is swiftly, but carefully, turned around so his back is to Goku’s front.
His partner’s length pressed into ass cheeks and lower back make for a tempting prospect but Gohan isn’t sure he wants it inside of him with only body wash as an aid. “Goku, this might not be a good idea.”
The older saiyan, mildly distracted by his son’s water-dappled shoulder and neck, drags his tongue down the warm line of skin, smiling at the way Gohan’s Adam’s apple bobs in a heavy swallow from the motion. “Mm, it’s not what you’re thinking. I’m sure you’ll like it, though.”
Gohan relaxes, knowing there won’t be some misguided attempt at penetration but he is curious what his father has in store for him. Goku continues, “But if I wanted to fuck you, here and now, would you have let me?” He punctuates with a nip to the skin his lips are still pressed on and a suggestive roll of his hips. He leaves the hand holding the body wash crossed over Gohan’s abdomen but the other moves and just ghosts over his son’s surely aching stiffness to land on his thigh, inching to the inside flesh and grazing against his testes.
“Ahh, I- I don’t know,” Gohan nearly stumbles but Goku’s strong arms keep him steady against his chest. He licks damp lips and refocuses, “It doesn’t matter, though, right? ‘Cause you’re not trying to fuck me.” He probably shouldn’t know that Goku could ask him to do just about anything and he'd have a pretty difficult time refusing.
Goku smiles against his lover’s shoulder. “Not right now, no.” With that, he makes sure Gohan is stable on his feet before pulling away. The younger saiyan shivers, left with only the paltry warmth from the heated water. He hears the bottle cap pop.
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squid-god-supreme · 2 years
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Hey if your still taking requests could you do the twisted dorm leaders with and S/O who gets happy over basically anything? for example if they one of their friends is talking to them they will randomly become happy at any part of the sentence.
An//apologies for the wate but I loved this so here you go!
Dorm leaders x bubbly s/o (gender neutral)
Tw//none it's cute, gn reader, rest under cut!
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riddle
thinks this is a nice change of pace from the usual negativity
riddle already enjoys seeing you happy so your cheery disposition is something he looks forward to
sometimes wonders how such small things bring you so much joy
tries to memorize what makes you happy often so that he can do things like that to make you happy
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leona
tbh ithad to grown on him at first
it's definitely not what he's uses to so he found it annoying at first but once you start getting happy about him he pulls a quick 180
11/10 listens to you talk and be happy while he naps away like a big lazy cat
110/10 pretends to sleep but will conveniently wake up if you stop
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azul
counts his goddamn stars that you love him like you do
often wonders how he's so lucky to have you
kiss some sense into him
azul Especially loves when praise him or get happy over something he did, so he's always trying to do things to make you smile and happy
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kalim.
Match made in heaven tbh
yall are so full of joy and life like 🙃how???
Loves to hear you get excited and talk, can and will feed you fruit to make you happy
1000000% dose things like boop ur nose And nuzzle your cheek
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vil
wants to be annoyed but physically can't when you look so cute
your his happy potato and he loves it
gets very smug and Prideful when he makes you happy
vvvvv jealous when other potatoes make you happy
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idia
wants to be annoyed pt2
seriously get this man a plant to lighten his gloom and doom
It's you. You're the plant. His happy cute lil plant
blushes like crazy when he makes you happy
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malleus
smiles and listens. He's just happy you spend time with him
looks like a puppy while you get happy he's happy
people talk a lot about how your nothing alike and how weird it is
legend has it those people were never heard of again 👀
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geminixevans-stan · 3 years
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Daddy Lessons
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black Reader
Words: 3.3k
Summary: Steve is finally home and what better way to wake him than to some mischief
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, oral, spanking, light bondage, use of handcuffs, sex toys, anal, spitting, slapping, anal pie, squirting, overstimulation, dumbification, degradation.
A/N: A special birthday fic for the homie @fineanddandy @olyvoyl! Happy birthday I’m so happy that I met you! Now this fic came from this ask from @spikefromlr. So this is like a gift from both of us! She sent it to me and the rest is history. I had so many hoe thots just from this ask alone and what better way then to go deeper with it. I hope you love my hoe friend! Happy reading ♥ Like, comment, & reblog! Divider by @firefly-graphics
I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P
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The early morning crept up on you quickly, the sun daring to break through the light curtains. You peek from under one eyelid, glancing at the time before rolling over, reaching out in habit. Only this time you felt the warm smooth skin occupying the opposite side of the bed.
He was home. Your Stevie -- your daddy was finally home and had you not wanted to wake him up, you would have screamed to the top of your lungs. It had been weeks since you had last seen him. The world needing him more than ever and though you understood, still didn’t mean that you didn’t miss him any less.
Steve knew how much you wanted him home and sometimes it would be unbearable to leave you. His precious girl, so needy for him that it would break his heart every time he was needed for a mission.
You looked over at his features, taking in every inch of him. You miss having him at home and every chance you got, your eyes would be on him at all times. Sometimes he found it somewhat disturbing and also cute.
Watching the rise and fall of his chest, his full lips slightly parted as small snores escape from them. You could never get over how perfect his eyelashes were, so long and fluffy, his hair grown a bit as his blonde locks fall a bit over his forehead. He was a work of art and all yours.
Part of you wanted to wake him up with fluttering kisses over his entire face, extending down to his jaw. He loved when you did that when he was back in your presence. Steve loved the affection of his kitten and embraced it every time he could get it.
You really wanted to be his good little girl but he left you for weeks. It was time to play a little game. One that may or may not get you into a little trouble. But did you care?
Nope.
You thought for a second, really thought. How can daddy pay for leaving you? Staring you in the face were handcuffs dangling in the open closet. He had used those on you the night before he left, taking you apart inch by inch. Now it was time to repay the favor. With a devious smirk etched on your lips, you lift the sheets enough to clamber out from the comfortable bed.
Thank god for carpet because one creak would have woken your super hearing man. You pluck the shiny handcuffs from the hook, turning to stalk over to his side of the bed. Your steps were quiet but you knew that this was a dangerous mission. Standing over his solid frame was intimidating in itself, all you wanted was to fall onto him and have his arms wrapped around you.
Focus! Daddy needs to be taught a lesson
Snapping back to the task at hand, you raise the hand laying on his torso, snapping the cuff around his wrist, bringing up the other, and snapping the cuff around its circumference. He let out a small grunt shifting a bit as his eyelashes fluttered softly. You froze hoping that he didn’t wake and were relieved when those snores continued.
You stepped back over to your side, crawling over to his slumbering body. He looked so calm and peaceful. Of course, he’s tired too, that much you knew. But it was time to wake up and you knew just how. Your eyes darted to the sheet covering his lower half, watering at the tent already forming against the fabric.
Pulling the sheet slowly off the rest of his, you noticed that he elected to sleep naked. Typical. Steve only slept naked when he was going to wake you up. Guess he was more tired than he thought. Your lips drag across his skin, stopping at the destination of his semi-erection staring you in the face. Every part of him was perfect and the length in front of you didn’t disappoint.
Nestling in between his legs, your sweet lips trailed up the underside of his dick inhaling the citrus scent of his soap. Feeling the brush of contact against him, he began to stir a little more as he let out a low moan. You set your sight on him continuing your path, flattening your tongue to repeat the same path.
Steve’s eyes fluttered open, looking down as he fixed his eyes on the goddess on her knees for him. He drank in the look in your eyes, almost possessive as you glide your tongue up and down his length smiling up at him. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding giving you a tired smile, “Good morning kitten. Missed me?” you nod as you glide your tongue up catching the slick dribbling down his engorged head, getting an audible grunt as you wrapped your lips around him.
The tip of your tongue collecting the sweet fluid into your mouth, savoring the taste you missed. You swirled your tongue around him drifting your hand down to massage his balls as sounds of pleasure fell from his lips. He had to touch you and as he tried to extend his arm, it caught. He pulled again and looked up to see the predicament he was in.
You pulled him from your mouth eliciting a loud pop, smiling up at him. He glared down at you, brown furrowed, “Kitten,” he warned. That tone alone almost made you crumble but, no, you were gonna teach him a lesson he wouldn’t ever forget. You gave him your usual bratty smile, lowering your head to place your full lips around his dick again.
Pushing him further into your mouth at an agonizing slow pace, his length sliding over your tongue as you felt every vein. He always tasted so good, one of the reasons why sucking his dick would always make you cream your panties instantly. Looking up at him through your lashes, you let him hit the back of your throat, relaxing it as you took more of him. Steve bucked slightly into your mouth as you stilled.
Pulling him from your throat, keeping your sight on him, he groaned at the loss of your warm mouth. You were teasing him long enough and he was getting tired of it, “If you let me go, I’ll take it easy on you pretty baby,” he lightly pleads, you coming up to press your lips softly to his.
He leans into the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours, whimpering into his mouth as he bucked lightly against your thigh. That alone was almost your downfall but you pulled away looking down at him, “Not done yet daddy. I wanna play,” letting the corners of your mouth rise, pulling the drawer of the nightstand open.
You look into the drawer full of toys finding the blue cock ring as you pull it out, marveling at the pretty contraption. Steve pulled at the cuffs watching you dip between his legs again, “Kitten don’t fuck with me,” he growled.
Sitting on your haunches, you gripped the base of his dick sliding the ring around him making sure it was secured. You hummed in approval, putting your eyes back on him, “ ‘member when you edged me all night daddy? Had me begging and pleading for you to let me cum?”
Nothing… He said nothing
He looked up at you, his pretty little kitten. His pupils blown wide as he pressed his teeth to his bottom lip, sucking audibly as he glared at you. Keeping your eyes on him, you brushed the vein sitting at the underside of his dick lightly with the tip of your finger, his chest rising and falling a little faster, his glare never wavering. Cocking your head to the side, you gave a small smirk, “What’s the matter? Dumb daddy not in control huh? That’s okay I’ll make it feel so good,” you cooed as your wrapped your hand around him stroking lightly.
All reserves were gone as he releases the grip on his lip, panting up at you, groaning at the sensitivity. This is how you wanted him, at your mercy the way he has you. Bending your head down to meet his throbbing cock you could see his head messy with precum. You swiped your tongue over, hearing your super-soldier grunt from under you.
Gathering the spit in your mouth, you pursed your lips letting a string of saliva hit his tip, smearing it over the tight skin. Steve writhed in your hand, hissing at how sensitive he was, “Oh kitten when I get out..” adding pressure to your grip, “Oh fuck,” his eyes rolling a little as you stroked his length up and down, tonguing and slurping his balls at the same time. He pulled at the cuffs, the metal digging a little in his skin as your slurps and his groans filled the room.
You sucked each milky sack one by one before, looking back up at him, “You’ll do what daddy? You’re not in charge here. I am. Now be a good daddy and shut that pretty mouth of yours.” Placing your thighs on both sides of his lap, you grip his sensitive cock in your hand, rubbing it against your slippery folds. He lets out a broken rasp as you sink down slowly.
This was his torture and you wanted him to feel every part of you, but the stretch was too good and you missed it. “Oh daddy,” whispering as you threw your head back shutting your eyes as your nerves ignited. Chills ran down your spine, your nipples pebbling. Lost in euphoria, you didn’t hear the click, too distracted by your own pleasure.
Two hands grasped your waist, your eyes slamming open as you saw him free from his restraints. He looked up at you smirking, “Having fun?” your mouth opened but no words came out. You tried to scramble off his lap but one hand flew to your throat and the other lifting you off, flipping you over as he wasted no time thrusting back in you.
“Ah! Daddy wait!” you screamed out, getting cut off as he places his hand to the back of your neck to press your face into the mattress. He slid all the way out, his tip still in, pressing his hand to the small of your back to get the perfect arch. You knew what was coming next.
But nothing happened… Wetting the skin of his lips, he chuckled darkly, “Nuh uh kitten. Daddy told you didn’t he?” he watched you nod as you let out a squeaked out ‘yes’. He slid his hand from your back, gripping a handful of your ass, “Now, shut that pretty mouth yours,” he mocked as he slammed all the way into your tight pussy. He returned his hand to your back slamming and withdrawing his dick brutally.
He looked down watching the ripple of your ass against his movements, watching his dick go in and out. The slick of your pussy making him glisten as he looked to see the cock ring still on him. He swiftly pulls out sliding the metal off before sliding back into your tightness, gripping your arms your back. The skin slapping and incoherent words spilling from his mouth caused him to grunt louder, giving you no room for relief.
You knew when he was like this there was no room for negotiation, the abuse on your pussy while painful felt so good, your juices spurting and soaking the bed with each orgasm he ripped out of you. Arching your back at the third orgasm gushing out of you, steve brought his hand down over your ass, you yelping in response, “Just couldn’t be my good girl could you baby?” he snapped once, “Had to be a fucking brat,” he snapped twice, your walls squeezing him tighter.
If you clenched around him like that again he was going to lose it. He pulled from your suctioning hole, laying another slap to your ass as you collapsed on the bed, sighing in relief. This had to be the end, your daddy was done being mean to you. So lost in post punishment you didn’t see him walk over to his toy chest. Your body ached, your hole puffy and throbbing as you felt him pull your hips up and flush back to him, his dick resting on one cheek. He gripped your hips kicking your legs apart with his knee, pulling your hands between your legs.
You felt cold metal wrap around each wrist and two clicks. Oh, you fucked up big time. Your eyes widened, whimpers falling from your lips, “Daddy… please. I learned my lesson,” the tears falling as they hit the mattress.
He bent over your frame, placing his lips to the shell of your ear, “Oh no kitten. I think you forgot your manners. Daddy’s here to teach them again,” dragging his tongue over the outer edge, causing a hoarse mewl from your lips. Trailing his tongue over the trail of your spine, he places something in between your hands, pushing the bulbous piece against your clit.
You knew exactly what it was and you thrashed against him. He clicked his tongue before slapping your ass again, “Stay fucking still! Now ready for your lesson pretty baby?” you sniffled nodding as he spread your cheeks, feeling something cold and slippery hit your puckered hole. You gripped onto the wand, feeling his thick digits prod at your asshole, sighing as he pushed them in slowly. He reached down clicking the switch on as vibrations spread over your already sensitive bundle of nerves.
Crying out you pulled away slightly as he pulled you back, “Move again and I won’t prep this tight hole,” he snarled at you. He clicked the switch again sending a higher vibration. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he slid and curled his fingers inside of you, “All you had to do was ask baby. But no,” withdrawing his fingers as he pressing his head to your hole. You groaned out as your orgasm rushed over you, letting out a strained keen.
Your wanton cries escaping your lips at the same time of him sinking slowly in. Steve let out a depraved hiss as your tight hole stretched and clenched around him as the coil snapped again, gushing out of you and dripping over the sheets, “Shit kitten, the pussy just keeps cumming don’t she?” He laughed while thrusting back into you. “That’s okay. Gonna let her cum for as long as she wants.”
Gripping your hips tightly as he placed his feet to flat on the mattress, raised up, leaning slightly over. The new angle causing him to bottom out each time. He fisted your thick curls in his hand bringing your face up to him, “So pretty when you look so dumb on my cock baby,” he grunted snapping into you over and over again.
You sang out his name over and over again, him crashing his lips against yours, still using your hole for his pleasure. He reached down quickly turning the vibration high, you arch violently as you gushed, moaning loudly in his mouth. He released your lips panting against them, feeling you squeeze around his dick as you rode you high out, “Shit kitten, you’re killing me.”
Flipping you over as you never let the wand slip from your hands, he leaned down placing a sloppy kiss to your lips, “Good girl, doing so good for me,” letting out a strangled sigh as he slid into your ass again. It was easier this time feeling the blissful stretch of his dick.
You cried out as the vibration turned up high, arching up as you met him thrust for thrust, “Daddy! Please I can’t… I can’t,” panting and whimper from the overstimulation.
He looked down at you slapping your cheek lightly, “Open princess,” he said softly. Without hesitation you opened up, letting your tongue fall from your lips. He leaned down spitting directly on the quivering muscle, your body reacting as you came once again, splashing against his stomach, “You can and you fucking will. Now swallow my pretty fucking slut. Swallow that shit like it’s daddy’s come.” You comply taking your tongue back in your mouth gulping it down.
He groaned at the sight, wrapping his hand around your throat, thrusting in harder. He leaned down capturing your lips with his pushing his tongue in as it swept over yours. Getting lost in him was easy. He groaned as the combined taste, moving your hands away to grip the wand. Your eyes flew open, shrieking into his mouth as he pressed the head harder against your clit.
Pulling from you he looked down as you tried to move away, dragging you back as he laid a soft slap to your cheek, “Look at daddy baby,” your eyes fluttered open, looking up at his perfect face, you felt the pressure tighten in your stomach, knowing the dam was about to break, “done being a fucking brat? Hmm?”
You were a blubbering mess, incoherent words slipping from your throat. He laid two pairs of slaps to each of your breasts, your eyes snapping to him, “There she goes” he cooed as he thrusts deeper inside your clenching hole. His balls began to draw slowly and he knew he was near, “Ah fuck! Answer daddy slut. Are. You. Done!” Thrusting with each word.
With the last harsh thrust, you lifted up arching as you screamed out, soaking his skin, “Yesyesyesyesyes! Daddy, I’ll be good. I’ll be so fucking good! I’m sorry!” With that declaration, he tossed the wand away gripping your hips tight as he snapped hips over and over again.
Bringing his forehead to yours, he sank his teeth into your lips, his breath shortening as he looked in your eyes, “Gonna fill this pretty ass up kitten. Gonna fill you so much that you’re full of me,” his strokes becoming erratic as he nipped at the skin on your neck.
He placed his thumb against your clit drawing fast circles as you brought your lips to his, crying out to him, “Fill me up, daddy! Pump your sluts pretty hole up. You can do it daddy,” egging him on as he reached his limit.
Pressing his forehead to yours, he felt the molten load rise up in his dick, spurting out and coating every inch of your waiting hole, “Oh… oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” gritting his teeth as he brings you to your final orgasm
Arching and milking at the same time you pant up against his lips, “Daddy fuckk!” your eyes turning to white as you convulse under him.
Steve holds your hips, still filling you up as the remainder spill out and on the soiled sheets. Bringing his lips over every ounce of your skin, “Good girl baby. My pretty whore. Mine… all mine,” pressing his lips to your forehead as he makes quick work of releasing you from the cuffs.
He envelops you into his arms, littering kisses across your face as you rest against his chest, light breaths coming from your lips as your eyes stay closed. Steve draws small circles across your skin, your eyes fluttering as you meet his sight. You gave him a small tired smile, reaching up to lightly kiss his lips. He smiles through it, pulling back, “Hi my pretty baby. You okay?”
Giggling into his chest, you lay there staring up his deep blues, “More than okay daddy… Welcome home.”
Bringing you closer to him he presses his lips to the sea of curls inhaling your scent, “Happy to be home my sweet kitten….”
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anonymousfiction211 · 3 years
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Handcuffed together: 8 The party
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The party
Today was the day that Steve finally woke up. When you heard the news your ran to the medbay, you had to see for yourself. Steve smiled brightly when he saw you and you engulfed him in a big hug. He grunted, still in pain and you loosened your grip.
‘Sorry’ you apologised. ‘How are you feeling?’
‘Like I have a hang-over, something I haven’t had in a very long time’ he smiled to himself. ‘I will be ok, (Y/N)’ he said. ‘Thanks for saving me’
‘Ehm.. actually, Loki did most of the work’ you admitted.
Steve frowned ‘Loki can do that?’
‘Yep, he’s teaching me currently’ you said.
Steve just laughed. ‘What’s so funny?’ you asked a bit wary.
‘To think a few weeks back we had to handcuff the two of you together, and now you are constantly with each other and he is even teaching you. It’s funny’ he said. ‘Are you sure there is nothing more to it?’
You hoped your face didn’t look as red as you think it looked. ‘Yes, just friends’ you replied a bit nervously.
‘I heard something else from Natasha’ he said.
‘What did you hear from her?’ you asked.
‘Apparently, Loki was quite cross with his brother the last mission. Hate to have missed that, I never knew Loki could be boyfriend material’ he answered.
Right before you could reply, the devil himself walked in. ‘Captain’ he nodded curtly.
‘Loki’ Steve said back as curtly as Loki.
‘How are you?’ Loki asked.
‘Great, thanks for helping me’ he said.
You saw for a quick second the surprise on Loki’s face. He wasn’t used to being thanked.
‘You’re welcome’ he replied hesitantly. Then he turned his attention to you. ‘You’re late’ he said.
‘Well, Steve was waking up. So, I think that is a good excuse’ you replied.
Before Loki could reply, Steve intervened. ‘Oh, don’t let me keep her from you. Go, (Y/N). I will see you tonight, Tony is already planning a big party’ he said while rolling his eyes. Loki looked very pleased, you rolled your eyes but followed the God to the training room.
Later that night
To say that Tony was throwing a big party, was quite the understatement. There were more people in the tower than you ever saw. The music was barely audible over the loud conversations, and alcohol was flowing freely. You had a blast, partying, and dancing with the rest of the team. Even Loki seemed to have a good time, mostly talking to people. He did scare a few of them, but that was to be expected from the God of Mischief. Halfway through the night, the party finally seemed to come to an end. Most of the team was sitting on the couch. Bruce went to bead early and Clint didn’t attend the party.  You and Tony were quite intoxicated. You noticed Loki watching you like a hawk. You actually wanted to sit on his lap, but you didn’t know if you were ready for everyone to know. Whatever you could call what you and he were doing. Even tough, most of the team knew that something was up already, thanks to Loki.
The sound of the alarm and the red warning lights had everybody on high alert in an instance.
‘J.A.R.V.I.S., what is going on?’ Tony yelled to the AI.
‘There are some unknown individuals down in the lab, sire’ the AI replied.
‘Shit, that can’t be good. Right, ehm.. everyone who can still function properly, split up. We will cover every entrance to the lab and trap them there’ Tony yelled.
Even tough Tony gave the command, he was clearly to drunk to actually put on his suit. The only people who were capable were Thor, Loki, Steve, and Natasha. Steve had ordered the rest to stay put and the four of them went downstairs to the lab. So, you were left on the couch with Tony. The alarm didn’t stop and you heard explosions. After a while, the doors of the room you were sitting in burst open. Loki was quickly advancing at you, and you immediately noticed that something was off. Before you could react he grabbed you by the throat and lifted you into the air. You panicked, you couldn’t breathe anymore and no matter how much you struggled against his grip, he was too strong for you.
It took a moment for Tony to react. He sprinted towards Loki, in an attempt to tackle him. But Loki just slapped Tony out of the way and he went flying across the room. You tried to plead but didn’t have a voice anymore. Thor finally burst through the doors and flew at Loki. You fell down on the ground hard but didn’t care. You were gasping for air and tried to stay conscious. Natasha was by your side in a second and Steve went to help Thor.
‘Are you okay?’ Natasha asked
‘Y- yeah, but what?’ you barely could make audible.
Before she could answer you saw Loki in your eyeline again. He advanced towards you. You saw Steve and Thor both on the ground grunting. Natasha stood up, putting her body between you and Loki, but he pushed her away hard. The only thing you could do, was cower in fear. Suddenly Thor’s hammer slammed into Loki’s head and he fell down. To your relief he was unconscious. It took a moment for the whole team to get up and walk towards you and Loki. Thor extended his hand and helped you to your feet. He pulled you close and you hold onto him for dear life. You couldn’t help but starting to cry.
‘It’s okay. When he wakes up he will be normal again’ Thor whispered while stroking your hair.
‘WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?’ Tony yelled to Thor.
‘We don’t exactly know. But they got to him, it wasn’t his fault’ Steve said quickly.
‘What do you mean they got to him?’ Tony wanted to know.
‘I don’t exactly know. But when we split up, Loki found the creatures first. They talked to him, there was some weird energy surrounding him. Then he stormed of to here and the creatures just disappeared’ Thor explained. You could feel his voice vibrating through his body.
‘Did you recognize them or heard anything?’ Steve asked.
Thor just shook his head. Everybody’s attention switched when Loki started to groan and grab his head. He slowly sat up right, while everybody watched him intently. He blinked a few time and scanned his surroundings. He looked a bit disoriented. Suddenly, he looked at you with horror. You looked away and tightened your grip on Thor, to your relief he did the same.
‘I think you have some explaining to do’ Natasha said.
‘You’re not going to attack again?’ Tony asked.
‘No’ Loki replied, you could tell he was struggling. ‘I- I’m so sorry. I don’t know where to start’ he said. ‘I need to leave’
He quickly got to his feet, but swayed a little. Getting hit in the head with Mjölnir had his effect on him. Thor grabbed your arms and guided you towards Steve. You put your arms around him and Steve let you. Thor walked towards Loki. ‘You’re not leaving, sit down’ he sat strictly. He pushed Loki backwards and he fell onto the couch.
‘I need to leave’ Loki said desperately. He got up right, but Thor pushed him back down. You could tell he was exhausted and didn’t have much strength at the moment.
‘Tell us what happened if you need to leave afterwards you can’ Natasha said.
‘That’s a lie’ Loki replied.
It was silent for a long time. Everybody was looking at Loki, wating for him to speak. Loki was visibly struggling to find the words, that was rare. ‘Alright. It’s quite a long story’ he said.
‘We have all the time we need’ Tony replied.
‘You actually don’t, but anyway.. there is someone out there who is collecting all the infinity stones. And his minions were looking for the sceptre’ he said.
When he didn’t continue Thor asked ‘Who?’
‘He is named Thanos’ Loki replied.
‘What happened down there between you and them?’ Natasha asked.
Loki gritted his teeth. ‘They.. they put me in a trance’ he said.
‘Why did you attack, (Y/N)?’ she went on.
‘It’s complicated’ he replied.
‘Try me’ she quipped back.
Loki looked away, ashamed. ‘My first intention wasn’t to come here and play the hero’ he said.
‘I KNEW IT!’ Tony exclaimed! ‘I knew we shouldn’t trust you’
‘Shut up, Stark’ Thor boomed. ‘Loki?’ he asked.
‘Look, I convinced Odin to let me come here to ‘redeem’ myself for my actions. I was planning on escaping and starting over elsewhere… but Thanos contacted me and gave me another chance. So, I was stuck here’ he explained.
‘Another chance? At what?’ Natasha asked.
‘Collecting the mindstone, after that the Tesseract from Asgard’ he said.
‘I’m not buying it. How could they manipulate you so easily?’ Tony asked sceptically.
‘Once you’ve been under mindcontrol for a while, it’s easier to control the same person again’ Loki said.
‘When were YOU under mindcontrol?’ Tony snorted.
‘New York’ Loki said, still gritting his teeth.
‘Bullshit, we won’ Tony said.
‘I intentionally lost, there is a difference’ Loki said angrily.
‘Alright, why do you need to leave then?’ Natasha asked. ‘And don’t you dare lie to us’ she added.
‘To speak the truth, my first intention was to grab the stones and kill you in the process. Thor would grief too much to notice the attack on Asgard and after that I would be free’ he said, still not being able to look at the team. After a pause he continued. ‘But.. I didn’t expect.. I mean, I hadn’t planned on. You know, not wanting to kill you all.. so, I thought my best chance was to help you and if Thanos came defeat him’ he said.
‘We will circle back to the killing us part, but the latter sounds like reasonable? What changed?’ Natasha inquired further.
‘I’m okay with Thanos killing me. But today they told me they wouldn’t. They would use me to kill her and then keep me alive until I die naturally, should I fail’ he said while fumbling his hands.
You just stared in shock at Loki, but he wouldn’t meet anyone’s gaze. ‘So, I need to leave’ he said then. Everyone stayed silent.
‘No’ you whispered, breaking the silence. You felt everyone’s eyes on you but couldn’t care less. The only eyes you stared into were Loki’s. A mix of horror, pain, hurt, hope and love danced over his face. He was trying hard to hold back tears, it shocked you to see the always so dominant and in control man reduced to this. You slowly walked towards him and to your surprise he backed away on the couch.
‘Don’t’ he whispered, his voice croaking a little.
You ignored him. You sat beside him on the couch and put your arms around him. He didn’t react for a minute. But then he put his arms around you, pulled you close and hang onto you for dear life.
The moment was ruined when Steve started to speak ‘All right, ehm. This is a lot. And still a bit vague. Maybe, we should go to bed and Loki, tomorrow you tell us everything. Every detail, only the truth. After that we will come up with a plan’
Loki let go of you and looked at Steve ‘The truth is, it would be easier for me to leave. That would fix all your problems’ he said.
‘You’re part of the team, and we look out for each other. So, the answer is no. And if you even think about leaving I will personally track you down and put you behind bars again, just to keep you here’ Natasha replied.
Loki cocked an eyebrow, surprised by this reaction. Most of the team just nodded, Tony however looked at the ground. ‘When you decided not to kill us anymore, your highness’ Natasha answered his silent question when he kept looking at her. Adding a bit of humour to lighten the mood.
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He’s channeling his energy productively.
Jaune walked down the halls of Beacon backed to his dorm, it had been a long day so far, not a hard day though, just one of those days that kept going and seemed like they wouldn’t end. Making it back to his room would at least let him spend the rest of day how’d like.
The sounds of laughter followed a group of older girls walked pasted him. It was outside of class time so the students could wear whatever they wanted. They wore clothes that were made to go clubbing.
Jaune’s eyes had a life of their own as they stared at the girls walking past, you’d think having seven sisters would make him more respectful wouldn’t you? But, having a lesbian older sister, and a couple others that were bi, all they did was teach him how to peak without getting caught.
That said he’d doubt his friends would call him out for staring, considering some of the girls here had assets that would give Yang pause.
They didn’t notice him pausing and walked by, a fragrant fruity perfume left behind. Jaune couldn’t help but look behind him, watching those girls go, a sway in their step that cause something in Jaune to rise up.
“Dammit,” Jaune cursed as his pants tightened up.
Jaune look around before he adjusted his pants, so that his zipper wouldn’t fly off by accident again, and tucking his erection down his pant leg so that it’d be less noticeable.
Jaune felt frustration well up in him, this had become a reoccurring problem since he started Beacon. The girls here were just too damn hot! It made walking anywhere a damn hassle and a embarrassment, and he had no way to release any of his damn tension in his dorm, Nora had broken the locks to the bathroom and the door; That had probably been the closest he had ever come to killing somebody.
Letting out an other sigh he resigned himself to shuffling back to the dorm as the blood went flowing elsewhere. He should just thank his lucky stars that he’d never popped a boner anywhere near Ruby, Yang would have found out somehow, probably Nora, and then killed him.
Right as he got close to the dorms, Jaune’s blood-flow was back to normal, but he still felt tense and incredibly worked up.
The sound of weights being lifted, treadmills running, and other exercise equipment sounded from nearby.
The gym was only a short walk away from the dorms. Jaune paused for a moment, Nora and Yang always seemed to go to the gym when they go worked up, maybe he should try it, it’s not like he didn’t go often anyway, so what would it hurt to work out so stress?
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Jaune stared at the scroll in his hands, ‘10:03′ where did the time go? He went in at ‘4:26′, went to the weight rack, and then everything seemed to go into a blur, and then the next thing he remembered was a upperclassman telling him the gym was closing in soon.
“Guess, I had more stress to work out than I thought I did.” Jaune said to himself walking to the gym showers, suddenly starting to feel exhausted and wanting to jump into bed at the closest opportunity.
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The next morning was agonizing, his arms felt like they were made of pure, while on fire and being pulled apart! Maybe he went too hard last night.
He was also feeling cavernously hungry. No wonder Nora has an appetite like a black-hole.
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Jaune’s problem came back in full force during lunch when Yang leaned too far back and the top couple buttons of her shirt decided they wanted a life in the air force.
Leaving Jaune with a delicious view of her cleavage.
Yang looked at her shirt, “Shoot, I actually liked this one.” She then resumed eating.
A hand caressing his leg, brought him out of his vision. “Are you alright, Jaune?” Pyrrha’s warm, gentle voice whispered into his ear
A mildly blush went up his face. “Yeah, just, uh, taking in the view.”
“Oh, ok then, but if your not feeling well, I can take you back to the room.”
“I’m good.” Jaune said a little too fast, as his mind started to fill in the blanks of what his monkey brain wanted to do to Pyrrha.
Pyrrha nodded.
Jaune felt thankful that Yang or Nora hadn’t found a chance to tease him about being alone with Pyrrha. 
Lunch came and went, and Jaune made sure he was the last to get up, so that his problem wouldn’t be seen. He couldn’t exactly fiddle with himself under the table without drawing attention. So with all the swiftness he had, he tucked himself into his pant-leg while getting up.
In hindsight, maybe walking behind his developed female friends, and especially Blake, was a bad idea. His other head disagreed with him.
The rest of the day went by in a blur, combat class was a mess, but mostly cause he can’t being drawn to his friend outfits, they showed so much leg.
He went back to the gym again after class, he went to the treadmill and leg exercise machine. The upperclassman had to tell him to leave again.
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The rest of the week seemed to follow a similar pattern for Jaune, he’d wake up sore, but a little less so each day, go to class, end up aroused, then pent up, then go to the gym when he had the free time, and only when he had free time, going into those workout trances made him lose anytime for studying, hanging out, or training. 
Training with Pyrrha was probably the hardest part of his week, literally and metaphorical, because while he loved Pyrrha like a sister, his body constantly reminded him that they were not siblings! It always made him feel disgusted when ever he looked at Pyrrha that way. No way Pyrrha ever looked at him that way.
After training with Pyrrha though, he still had two hours before the gym closed, and he was pent up again.
The upperclassman had told him to get an alarm or something, cause he wouldn’t always be there to tell him to leave.
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Hanging out with team RWBY was always a... Experience, they were fun, don’t get him wrong, but it was like chaos in a bottle. The bottle was also cracked, and there was no cork either.
Today he and the rest of his team came over to hangout, and Ruby insisted they play twister.
Jaune was forming a bridge with his arms bending backwards to stay on there spot, while Ruby was draped across him with one leg over his shoulder and the other over his arm, with her front laying across his stomach, and her arms going in between and around his legs. While Nora lay under him her chest pressing into his back. It was also a really small mat.
Everybody else had dropped out, or refused to play, while Blake controlled the game, and Yang video taped everything.
Then Nora sneezed into his neck. That was the straw that broke the camels back. Sneeze both tickled his neck and scared the life out of Jaune, as he somehow managed to jump a foot into the air from his position, carrying Ruby with him. They landed on Nora with a thud.
Jaune’s position with Nora’s chest on his back and Ruby’s legs on his chest, really wasn’t going to help with his tension, as his lower-body decided to achieve liftoff.
That said he had managed to get a grip on himself lately,. So Jaune calmly got off Nora, and picked up Ruby, putting her next to Nora. All while hiding his full mast, then went to the gym again.
“You think he’s alright?” Ruby asked innocently.
“Probably just rubbing one out.” Nora said full of confidence. “These sweater puppy's of mine are of a quality most women can only dream of, yet here I sit, my majesty a reality, I don’t blame Jaune at all.”
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Jaune was watching with wrapt attention as Ms. Goodwitch strode across the arena pointing out several flaws in recorded fights she had on holographic videos. Tapping them with her wand to enhance the smaller images at time.
RIIIP
Her blouse broke, showing off globes of creamy white flesh barely being contained by a purple bra.
Ms. Goodwitch paused, a light blush on her face. “Well, Students this should teach us to be prepared for anything.”
Jaune then got up, walking out the door.
“Mr. Arc, where do you think your going?” His teacher asked severely, as several laughs broke out of the room, many people pointing at him.
“To the gym. I don’t think I’m going to be able to focus much today.” “Very well, any others who wished to join him?”
The gym was very packed that day.
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Jaune enjoyed hanging out with Pyrrha, she was probably the best friend he ever had. He just wished she would stop having to bend over so often in front of him, or walking in front of him when she did that he couldn’t help but focus on her swaying hips.
Jaune sighed as he felt a rise tower start to erect. “I’m going to the gym be back later.”
Pyrrha merely looked bewildered. She though she had him for sure this time!
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The transfer students were interesting people, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. They came from all walks of life, all paths, all creeds and kingdoms. From the strictly dressed military like Atlas Academy, to the survival of the fittest types and loosely dressed Shade Academy, or the storied and traditional style of Mistral. They were all interesting, diverse, strong and incredible sexy.
Ever since he ran into that black haired girl and her green haired partner, he somehow kept managing to find them in the most compromising or revealing positions possible.
So, Jaune started hitting the gym harder than ever.
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1 Year later....
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With a slight shaking arms Jaune pushed the loaded bar back up, exhaling. Then he took a slow, deep inhale as he lowered it down to his chest, then exhaled rising it up again. Inhale, exhale, till he finished his rep.
He rose up from the bench with a grate moan, feeling the warm soreness across his body. It hurt, but in a good way. In a way he couldn’t have appreciated a year ago.
Grabbing his towel he wiped the sweat off his face, and then cleaned off the bench. Treat the gym right, and it’ll treat you right back.
Jaune paused as he walked toward the shower, he had gotten into a habit of showering here so he didn’t have to make his teammate's rush to clean up, there was wall of mirror he looked himself over finding nothing of note, beside himself sweaty and his hair kinda sticky looking.
The water was cold, but high pressured, helping unwind any knots on his back and wash off grime better. He had started taking cold showers more frequently as in the field your rarely got to wash off in general, and if you did, it’s not likely you’ll get hot water, so it he thought it was probably best to get into the habit now.
Working out felt good, taking a shower afterword was just perfect. The only thing that would make it better was wearing his onesie, he had a right to comfort! But, it had gone mysteriously missing after he met Coco on his walk back from the gym half a year ago. So, for now he was stuck wearing white tank-top, and a pair of cotton shorts back to the dorm.
He waved by to the upperclassman about to close the gym, and left for his dorm. He may not have started going to the gym for the right reason, but over the course of a year, he felt like he had grown from then. In fact... what was the reason he started going to the gym? Something about women? Eh, must have been nothing. Ever since he started taking his training double seriously during the Vytal festival, it was like he just didn’t feel dating anybody till he around to being a huntsman, like that there was more to life than dating or stuff.
Jaune ran a hand through his hair, he had started growing it out at the beginning of the second year and now Pyrrha and everybody else vetoed him getting a hair cut! 
“Hahah, jokes on them though, they have to brush the knots out of my hair!”
Walking back to his dorm a fruity perfume pasted his nose, a vaguely familar laughter along with it. Then a slightly familar group of girls were walking in the opposite direction as him. They looked like they came back from a night on the town. He liked the way they dressed, it complimented themselves very well.
As he walked pasted them they paused and stared at him, Jaune paused too, but shrugged, giving them a broad smile and a wave before walking back to his dorm.
Jaune failed to miss the women eyeing fucking him as he walked away, all of them red face and heavy breathing.
“Hmm, why do I feel like I’m in danger?”
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Jaune wasn’t sure when, but he had grown into a morning person. It was fun to get up in the morning now, he liked watching the sun rise, seeing the sky change colors on his morning runs. 
Being team leader meant having responsibilities, so being a early riser now meant getting up his team, they were going to be third-years in a not small amount of time. So he made sure that they got up at a reasonable time to prepare for the day. Along with the fact on mission they would have to get up before the sun rise on most days.
Also, he especially liked to watch his teammates get up, it was entertaining in different ways from Nora crashing out of bed, to Ren rising from a blanket cocoon, and Pyrrha’s silly little death threats to any man stealing bitches out there.
He tended to wake them up with a gentle approach putting hand on there shoulders and carefully shaking them awake. He had forgotten how strong he was a couple of months ago when he sent Nora flying into a wall by accident, so had tried to be gentle.
The rest of Team Jnpr had learned a couple months ago that they no longer had a choice in waking up early, the only choice was before the sun was up or after.
Jaune put on his uniform for class, he frowned a little bit, as it was tighter than it was yesterday. Maybe it’s new? Guess it needs to be broken in.
Team RWBY met them at breakfast, Ruby refused to let her other bestie get ahead in the leader game by letting just JNPR get up early! Jaune didn’t notice but he often got murderous glances from Blake.
Eating breakfast Jaune felt a crick in his back so he leaned back.
Pop-pop-pop-pop, RIIIIP!
His buttons on his shirt fired off like a machine gun shattering against the walls of the cafeteria, and then his shirt fell to pieces, revealing his sculpted torso, arms and abs.
“Ahh man, I liked that shirt.” Then continued eating, not aware of the stares his friends, other students, and Ms. Goodwitch were giving his body, eyeing him up as much or more than he used to do to them.
AN: If this Jaune was ever put into a situation where couldn’t exercise for like a week, his libido would come back with vengeance and make him a unstoppable sex monster. That said, what are the odds of that happening?
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