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elliesmistress · 20 days

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EPISODE 1: PILOT

WARNINGS: 18+, heavy drug usage (cocaine, weed, alcohol, etc), oral sex (R, E, D, A, ETC), tribbing, overdoses (reader), mentions of overdoses, angst, EVERYONE WILL BE IN COLLEGE AS EUPHORIA IS SET IN HIGHSCHOOL!, mentions of self harm, Jules will be transgender (same in the show, except sex won't be with her), shoplifting, mentions of death, NATE and his family will most likely be left out of this completely and set with new characters that are less toxic, dealer!ellie (sometimes), drug deals, swearing, less abusive relationships but still toxic, mentions of rehab, rehab (detox), death, degradation, toxic sex, rough sex, strap usage, strap sucking, mentioning of 9/11, lmk if I missed anything please!

a/n: this will be VERY similar to Euphoria, you will be RUE (Due to it being "your" story I will be writing it with 'I' as Rue talks). I just need to figure out where abby, dina, jesse, etc will fit into the story. I do know abby will be CAT very likely all the characters will be the exact same (besides from Nate and his parents) I've struggled with a few of the problems in Euphoria and I've written my own fic about MY addictions but I figured I'd do Euphoria too hehe, I will be removing the SA parts of the story because that's just something I don't want to have on my page. Please let me know if you want to be on the taglist whilst I actually have inspo to write :) 3.8K WORDS, spell checked and shit idk man it's like 4 hours past my bed time and 1am

I WILL BE MAKING A EUPHRIA PLAYLIST FOR EACH CHAPTER!

Taglist: @snowy-vee , @vqxen @pedropascalsbbg

PRESENT DAY

"I was once happy, content, sloshing around in my own private primordial pool." I am standing in front of hundreds of people who are here listening to my story—to say the very least, I was nervous. I always have been a fucking addict, and now I'm telling my story of how I recovered from this fucking disease that ruined my fucking life.

"Then one day, for reasons beyond my control, I was repeatedly crushed." I blink my eyes, looking at the floor, struggling to find the right words: "over and over by the cruel cervix of my mother, Grace."

"I put up a good fight, but I lost, for the first time, and definitely not my last... I was born three days after 9/11."

Memories flood back to when I could hear the TV going on the day I was born.

"I can hear you; I can hear you; the rest of the world hears you; and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon." The unknown man says on the TV that hearing the words "USA, USA!" being chanted over and over again made me cry as a baby. Those chants will forever haunt me.

"My mom and dad spent two days in the hospital, holding me under the soft glow of the television, watching the towers fall over and over again, until the feelings of grief gave way to numbness." I shift uncomfortably in the silence of the audience, glancing at my good friends Jesse and Ellie, who indicate for me to keep talking. A soft chuckle comes from my lips as I continue on with the story.

"And then," I take a deep breath, "without warning, we moved to a friendly neighborhood in the suburbs, to where a middle-class child, me to be exact, was looking up at the ceiling, counting those fucking numbers like I could fucking see them. Over and over again. 'thirteen... fourteen... fifteen... sixteen."

"My mother looked up at that ceiling like I was fucking crazy; the words she said echo through my dumb brain still: 'What are you looking at, y/n?'" "I kept counting, trying my hardest to ignore her. She said to me, 'y/n, look at me."

I chuckle. "I bet you all know where this is going. I kept counting, but from the start," and my smile dropped immediately.

"I remember breaking down and crying when my mother tried to snap me out of it. I wanted... I had nothing but to cry, so that's what I did. I sat in a doctor's office a few weeks later with my mother crying next to me as the doctor said I could be suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, attention deficit disorder, general anxiety disorder, and possible bipolar disorder." I put my hand up close to the mic to cup it. "But I was a little too young to tell," I said in a joking tone, cracking a laugh from the crowd. "Y'all get me; y'all fucking get me."

"With this being said, I was put on medication to treat half of the disorders I had, and to be honest, I don't remember much between the ages of 8 and 12. Just that the world moves fast and my brain moves so fucking slowly."

"I would sit my fucking ass in class every day and try my hardest to listen to what that fucking teacher was trying to teach, but sometimes I would focus on my breathing a little too hard. I'd die. That teacher held a bag to my mouth to calm my breathing, though it never really helped. I remember trying to outrun my anxiety every day, looking in the mirror and trying to push my stomach in so I wouldn't look "fat."

"I would constantly get messages from people telling me they wanted to kill me, drug me, make fun of me, and bully me. My mother knew something was up and constantly asked me what was wrong, but I always gave the same response: 'I'm just fucking exhausted."

AGE 19 (college years)

"You said the doctor was in our network. How could he suddenly be out of network?" I hear my mother say as I walk out of my room into the kitchen, "I can't afford it" Grace says.

"did you see the beauty queen who got acid thrown in her face?" My sister says as I begin to lean on the dinning room table. "Mm, what? No" I say, turning my attention to her and out of my trance. "it's pretty fucked up." She says holding up her phone. "Hey, Mom, you got any tampons?" I turned my head to face her as she looked at the documents in her hand, I knew full well I wasn't going to be getting tampons but she didn't need to know that shit.

"in my bathroom, under the sink." She replies back, I swiftly make my way to the bathroom.

I enter her bathroom and cough as I open her medicine cabinet to take a few of her Alprazolam (XANAX) pills.

I would do this countless times, and surprisingly at some point, you make a choice about who you are and what you want in life.

I pretend to flush the toilet and I look at the picture in my mother's bathroom- it had my dad and my Mom on it on their wedding day.

I look at myself in the mirror washing my hands and putting on sunglasses to hide my pupils that are almost as big as my actual eye itself- I get out of the bathroom to go back into the kitchen

"alright, Jayda, let's roll." I say to my sister as she looks at me and frowns, probably these fucking sunglasses.

"y/n, did you eat breakfast?" Grace says, moving the phone away from her mouth. "I had coffee!" I yell out, opening the front door and making my way out.

Jayda and I begin to walk down the sidewalk, she turns her attention onto me and asks what's with the sunglasses.

"what sunglasses?" I say and chuckle, Jayda laughs with me.

We both make our way to the bus and wait for it to arrive, once it arrives we get on the bus and make our way to the back of the bus.

I guess... I showed up one day, without a map or a compass... Or to be honest, anyone capable of giving on iota of good fucking advice. And I know it all may seem sad, but guess what? I didn't build this system nor did I fuck it up.

I was sitting at a party, with a galaxy book to my knees and a line of cocaine, holding the perfectly rolled 5 dollar bill that had been rolled by some rando.

I snort the line of cocaine and immediately felt the pain in my nose, moving my hand up to my nose and applying pressure to where it is painful, making my breathing hitch, then speeding up my breathing in order to get rid of the pain.

My pupils immediately shot big, looking around—everything felt good, my mind at ease and nothing to worry about. I sit up with the most unreal experience, an out-of-body feeling as I struggle to get up.

"y/n, you good?" My friend Ellie attempts to hold my shoulders to steady me as I wobble slightly, I giggle and smile at her, escaping her grasp. "I'm good!"

I walk past people- everything is in slow motion, my body feels slow, my mind feels slow, and suddenly I no longer feel as high- I find another unknown substance and waste no time snorting it, sitting down on the couch.

I sat back up from the couch I was sitting at, getting offered yet another line of cocaine. I snort that cocaine as well, that leaves it hard for me to breathe, every time I take a breathe out. It feels like I'm breathing out all the oxygen I have.

And then it happens. That moment when your breath starts to slow, and every time you breathe, you breathe out all the oxygen you have. And everything stops: your heart, your lungs, then finally your brain. Then everything you feel, and wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks. And then suddenly... You give it air again, give it life again, and that's what leaves you needing more.

I smile at the figure I see besides me, her face is blurred but she's speaking to me, I feel scared. "I want to call an ambulance" I say in my mind, "but I don't wanna ruin everyone's time"

"dude get her fucking legs" I hear muffled voices, slowly waking up. It was Ellie and Jesse dragging my body to Ellie's bed, after I had passed out on the couch at that random frat party-

I stand in a church with my hands behind my back, looking up at the ceiling waiting to graduate from rehab. Slowly making my way up the steps, I look at the lady and give her a smile and a nod before exiting the building.

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference." Echoing in my mind over and over again as I make my way to Ellie's car.

"Hey!" I see Ellie running up to me. I drop my bags as she pulls me into a tight hug. I smiled at her shoulder. She squeals, letting go of me and looking at my face, pulling a hair strand behind my ear.

"I've missed you," she admits. "I've missed you too."

"What about we go back to mine and we can watch a movie?" Ellie suggests that, honestly, I wanted to get home and get out to my fucking dealer. I never had intentions of staying clean, but she didn't need to know.

"Uh yeah, sure," I say, quickly breaking myself out of my own stance. She helps me with my bag, and she puts it in Joel's old, beat-up truck, and I get into the front seat. "Everyone's missed you, dude, Abby, Dina, Jesse, and Maddie. Fucking everyone, dude."

I chuckle.

I cuddle up with Ellie in her dad's garage as we watch Jurassic Park. I'm on top of her, listening to her breathing—she's relaxed; she's always around me.

I find myself nuzzling into her neck. She moves her head to the side, so you have better access to her neck. I softly kiss her neck; she's always so soft.

Her eyes flutter shut as I start to suck on her neck, her hands finding their way to my ass, slowly rocking me back and forth to grind on her. Ellie let out a choked moan as she felt my clothed cunt rub against her clit.

"Y/N, fuck," she moans. I smile against her neck and make my way to Ellie's lips.

I kiss her slowly, but Ellie starts to become desperate, whining into my mouth as I refuse to give her what she wants. I move my hand underneath her hoodie to find her tits; of course she's not wearing a fucking bra or shirt under her jumper. It's Ellie.

"Wait," I say, pulling down her pants and boxers in one go. I look at her swollen cunt, slowly moving my head downward to lick up her slit, making my way to her clit.

She bucks her hips up into my tongue, I moan into her cunt, and she tangles her hand in my hair, slightly tugging upwards, making me groan loudly.

"S-sh-it," her voice is choked. "Fuck, just like that," she moans, rolling her eyes back, her toes curling in her socks. "Hmm? Feel good, baby?" I say to her, slowly lifting my head up, abandoning her swollen cunt.

"Fucking don't," she threatened, and I chuckled. I push my middle finger into her soaking pussy as I attach back to her clitoral area; her breathing gets faster, and I feel her tighten around my fingers.

"F-FUCK!" She moans loudly, and I feel her pussy conract on my finger as she cums, her fingers tugging at my hair. "A bit loud, don't you think?" I tease after letting her ride out her orgasm, and I move up to kiss her sweaty forehead. "Shut up"

"got another in you?" I smirk, taking off my pants, t-shirt, and bra. Ellie takes off her jumper, leaving us both naked. I allow Ellie to get up and let her go on top of me.

Ellie aligns her clit up with mine and moans quickly, filling the room each time Ellie moves her hips. I start to dig your nails into Ellie's back, making her groan in pain.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ellie chants from the overstimulation. "C'mon, baby, I know—fuck, I know you can do it." I praise her as I feel a knot in my stomach, threatening to come undone.

Ellie moves her shoulder closer to my face. I take this as an opportunity to bite down on her shoulder, which makes her wince in pain.

"I'm going to fucking cum!" Ellie moans out. Hearing Ellie say this triggers my own orgasm, and we both cum together.

I sit up in bed watching Ellie sleep, and I take out my phone to look at the time.

4AM

"Fuck it," I think before opening Ellie's window slowly, climbing out her window, and making my way to my dealer's house.

"There's a new girl in town I think you're going to be friends with." I stand in front of my dealer, who's sitting down in his chair. "who?" I question.

"shit... I don't know, man. She came in yesterday lookin' all Sailor Moon and sh*t. I'm thinking to myself, "You look like somebody you would get along with."

"Ah, real nice, dude. Really nice, where's ash?"

"I thought you went to rehab?"

"Doesn't that mean I stayed sober?" I smiled, walking towards Ash's room with a smile. I opened his door to see him eating cereal. He puts down his bowl and looks at me.

"Shit, I thought your ass was dead."

"I thought you had Asperger's till I realized you're just a prick." I insult him. "This is a fickle industry. Y'all come and go." He chuckles.

I ask for what I want, and he hands it to me. "Sure, you don't want to try anything new?"

"Like, what?" I asked, pulling the hair out of my face.

"2-C-T-2, 2C-T-7, and 5-MeO-DIPT." "I have no idea what the fuck you just said, Ash."

"Doesn't matter, dude, this sh*t. Is fucking lit?" He holds up a bag with two unknown pills. "It's a fast-acting psychedelic. I have some similarities to LSD, but with, like, key differences. Not as visual and shit, but still a sense of distortion... I don't know what's been blowing up in Tampa, and mad people like to fuck on it."

"okay, yeah." I say, putting all the baggies in my pocket, "That'll be 120."

"Fez said he'd spot me."

"Fezco, don't spot anybody."

"Yeah, well, it's a post-rehab discount, so you should ask him." I say, pointing the middle finger at him, opening his door, and leaving.

"Do you think my areolas look weird?" Dina says to Abby, "What the fuck, no?"

"Just the edges."

"Dina, they're fine," Abby says, taking a puff of the weed Cassie gives her.

"Fine, like, they're weird, kind of weird, or fine, like, nobody but me would ever notice what I would notice?"

"Fine, like, shut the fuck up, Dina," Cassie says, sitting up, grabbing her vape, and taking a puff. Dina scoffs, pulling up her t-shirt to cover her boobs.

"Hey ladies!" Jesse walks in. "Hey baby," Dina squeals, running to Jesse and hugging him. Abby cringes.

"Straight people, ew," she thinks to herself, looking at her phone. "Yo, you got out of rehab."

"Didn't she die?" Dina asks, and Abby shrugs.

"Yeah, I swear she died. I don't know, is Ellie coming to the party?" Jesse questions, to which Dina nods.

I get off my bike at home, slightly drugged up from the drugs I took earlier.

I walk into the house, softly shutting the door.

"Where were you?" My mother says, sitting at the table, Why the fuck is she up at 6 a.m.? You thought to yourself: "I went to eat," I lie. "What the fuck do you mean, you went to eat?"

"what?"

"what?" She mocks, "Don't walk away from me." She sits up from her seat, walking towards me as I walk towards my room. "You know what, y/n? I don't trust you."

"I don't know what you want me to say." It's true; I didn't know why she wanted me to say it. "I want you to tell me where you were," she says, walking quickly as I walk to my room.

"I just said I went to fucking eat!" I yell at her, "Don't you talk to me like that!" Grace says as I slam the door on her face. "Don't be slamming my doors around here."

"It was a fucking accident!" I yell out, holding my body in front of the door. "I don't care. You're not leaving this house until you take a drug test."

"I just peed!" I yell out, "Slam another door."

"Shit," I say, making my way to my bed, not knowing what to do. Every option I could do is unsafe as fuck.

Niacin, maybe. I don't know fuck, I think to myself, putting out my phone to look at the side effects.

Google

Side effects: skin flushing, extreme dizziness, vomiting, rapid heartbeat, and sometimes death.

Fuck, I can't.

"No drug site recommends doing this" I whisper to myself.

The other option is to get a non drug-addicted friend to do it for me.

About 20 minutes later, I show up at Dina's door, knocking.

"y/n!" Dina says, opening the door, smiling and hugging me, "I thought you died."

I laugh. "Can you do me a favor?" Uhm, I'm serious, bro."

"Sure, what is it, y/n?"

"Can you, uh, piss in this cup for me?" I whisper to her . "You're fucking with me, right?" She responds back, and I laugh and shrug.

Dina agrees to do it, and I enter her house to see Jesse and Abby.

"Sup Jesse," I say, fist bumping Jesse, then Abby.

"We thought you fucking died, bro. How was rehab?" Jesse says it with a genuine tone. "Yeah, it was good." I turn to Abby and ask, "How's football going?"

"Yeah, good. Thanks, uh, are you coming to that party tonight?" Abby asks, "Uhm, yeah, maybe."

"y/n" Dina grabs your attention, you move away from Jesse and Abby, and she swiftly hands you the bottle. "Here's that eyeliner."

"thank you"

I quietly climb through my window, grabbing my baggie of crushed cocaine, tipping some out onto my shelf, grabbing my 5 dollar note, rolling it up, and snorting a line.

"Argh," I groan, feeling it hit my nose. The same pain I've always experienced with snorting was still there—just muffled out. By this point, my nose was completely fucked, and I could hear the sound of the drugs eating away at my nose.

"Mom! I have to pee."

"I wish we could do this in a way that wasn't a complete invasion of my privacy." I say, cup in hand, struggling not to smile at her due to the drugs I had taken earlier on.

"Well, you lost your right to privacy after your overdose," your mom says, staring at you in the eyes.

"That was an accident." I smartly talk back, "Don't be flippy, y/n."

"Could you, at least?" Your mom turns around and says, "Thank you."

I sit down, and before "peeing" in the cup, I swiftly change it with Dina's urine as she talks. I wasn't listening to whatever the fuck she was saying... I was high as fuck, and I didn't care.

I gave her the urine sample, and she put the drug test in the container, and all of them came out negative. "I'm sorry for slamming the door earlier."

"it's okay. I forgive you. Come here." My mom says, pulling me in for a hug.

I guess... Like I said before, you get to choose who you want to be and how you want to be- the way the drugs cancelled out all my emotions was what I was looking for, no person, no nothing could compare to that feeling. Besides from drugs.

"I'm gonna stay at Dina's tonight" i say to which she agrees.

It's now 7PM, I don't know how the day went by so fast- but it did and it fucking sucked. I get a text from Ellie.

Ellie: Yo, noticed you left this morning you okay?

Me: yeah, I'm good bro. You alg?

Ellie: yep! Wanna come over tonight? Dont have to if you wanna go to the party instead

Me: I'll come over around like 11?

I find myself making my way to the party that Jesse, Dina, and Abby are going to.

Jesse and Dina have fucked off somewhere else, probably making out or fucking, and you find yourself next to Abby.

"How was rehab, y/n?" She says, breaking the tension, although I can barely hear her over the music, "Yeah, it was good!" I yell over the music.

I stand up, looking for the bathroom in an attempt to snort more, but people were already in the bathroom. "Shit," I think to myself, not paying attention to where I'm walking, accidentally bumping into this lady.

"fuck!" I yell. Looking at her, she looks like the girl Faz mentioned. "Hey, sorry." I retrace my steps.

"You're good; I'm, uh, I'm Jules," she says, and I smile, holding out my hand to shake hers. She accepts and shakes my hand.

She's got one of the most beautiful smiles you have ever seen; her smile is so bright it could light up an entire dark room, filled with nothing but sadness.

"I'm y/n" I introduce myself, to which we exchange numbers, and I make my way to Ellie's place, feeling overwhelmed from the party.

I knock on her door for Joel to answer; my pupils are dilated, and obviously I've taken some sort of drug.

"y/n... Hey, Ellie's in her room." I smile stupidly. These fucking drugs, man, I can't stop smiling . I swiftly walk past Joel and see Ellie. I smile at her, and she smiles back. "Dude, are you high?" She scoffs, "I thought... I thought you quit."

"I'm not high, Ellie, mania." I giggle; she obviously doesn't want to assume, so she wants to give me the benefit of the doubt.

"Are you coming back to college this month?" She questions. "Yeah, probably." The truth was, I didn't want to. But I knew I probably had to.

I shall leave it at this due to how many words, etc. and idk if people will like this 😭😭

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 2 months

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Why Don't You Punish Me Then? Poe Dameron x F!Reader

For @for-a-longlongtime and this Ask Summary: You and Poe are in denial, but it's clear you're insatiable for one another. Warnings: Bondage, Voyeurism, pet names, public petting, bratty behaviour, switch dynamics, sub/dom dynamics, cucking (with a toy), orgasm denial play, unprotected PiV(but established relationship so some assumed assurances), cable-ties, questionable physics. (Set somewhere in the time Leia is still alive, RIP Space Queen, we love you Carrie <3 ) Thank you @noxturnalpascal and @merz-8 for doing a quick sweep of this for me <3 [AO3] Wordcount: 3.1k

Poe can’t stop touching you under the table during the debriefing. It’s been weeks since you were last in the same room and as impatient as you are to be alone with Poe, he’s kriffing insatiable.

“Stop,” you hiss under your breath as Commander Organa addresses the room. You’re sat at the very back, the lighting around you soft enough that even though you’re practically sat in Poe’s lap, no-one seems to notice – or care.

You two are the worst kept secret in the fleet, but neither of you have the guts to make anything official. It’s hard to place permanent labels on things when you’re in the midst of an intergalactic war.

“Stop what?” He asks as he brushes his lips against your ear, his right hand trailing up the inside of your left thigh as you try not to squirm. Heat pulses through you with every minuscule movement of his fingers as he inches up your thigh.

From the outside, it might look like Poe is whispering something about the mission. The pair of you are known to conspire during meetings, and critique mission briefings, much to command’s ire. But only you are privy to the way your cunt clenches at the wet drag of Poe’s tongue against the shell of your ear.

“You’re going to get us in trouble,” you hiss, your breath catching in your throat as you feel two thick fingers stroke against the front of your jumpsuit, “Quit it.”

“You need to work on your poker-face,” he taunts you as he rubs firmly up and down against your clothed cunt. You have to stifle a moan at the way the friction makes your toes curl. Heat pools in your core and you stop yourself from bucking your hips to chase the delicious friction.

“You need to stop, seriously,” you snap as you gently prise his hand away from your aching core.

“Or what? Are you going to punish me?” Poe rasps in your ear as he entwines his fingers in yours, guiding your hand to his lap. You bite your lip as you feel his hard cock swelling under your fingers as he holds your hand against the front of his tight pants.

“You deserve it, horny asshole,” you hiss as you notice Leia’s eyes wander over to the pair of you.

“Do you two have something you’d like to share?” She asks, looking pointedly between you.

“No ma’am.”

The pair of you say in unison and Leia rolls her eyes at you before continuing. You can almost hear her telepathically telling you two to get a room.

“See how you make me feel?” Poe continues his verbal assault on your self-control as he slowly grinds his clothed dick against the palm of your hand. His hand is back on your thigh now, but you don’t move your own from his cock. You’re practically salivating at the promise his rock-hard bulge infers.

“I do,” you breathe as you grip him through his pants, “But I don’t think you deserve to be rewarded for this behaviour, Dameron.”

“Why don’t you punish me then?” He growls in your ear as you feel his thick fingers grind against your clothed clit.

“Meet me in my quarters,” you snap as the meeting finishes up and the rest of the mission crew depart. You catch Leia giving you an amused grin as you leave, you swear one of these days she’s going to call you out on your joint bullshit, but not today. She knows you two have some catching up to do.

~*~

Poe crashes his lips against yours the moment your door opens, pinning you to him with his large hands on your hips. You lean into his strong form as you lick into his pliable mouth. He walks you back to the bed and before he can push you down you hook your foot behind his ankle and push him off-balance. You turn him around deftly as you press him down onto your small cot.

“Missed you so much,” he groans as he pulls you flush against him, one hand pawing at your right breast as the other slides the zipper of your jumpsuit down.

“Missed you too, now strip,” you bark as you slide back off his lap, continuing to undress as you watch Poe scramble to pull off his clothes. His eager eyes are on you as he lies bare, his thick cock weeping against his abdomen as he looks up at you.

“So needy,” you admonish him as you continue to slowly peel off your suit. You kick off your boots and stand there in your cotton panties and bra as he fawns up at you, “You’re being punished remember? Up on the pillows like a good boy.”

Poe whines softly at the condescension in your tone but does as he’s told, shuffling back up against the far wall of the cot.

“Good, arms up,” you order as you crawl up the bed to meet him before leaning down to the nightstand, “Remember your safe word?”

“Geonosis,” Poe recites it quickly, tongue darting out over his dry lips as he watches you, his body twitches as he tries to stay still.

“Good,” you coo as you pull out a bundle of cable-ties, “Stay still.”

You straddle Poe’s hips as you pull out the anchor point from the wall above him, something you’d had installed off the books by one of the ship’s mechanics. Nothing like exchanging a good bottle of liquor and a carton of death sticks for discretion on a Resistance fleet ship.

“Please,” Poe whimpers as you let your tits brush against his face as you loop the cable-ties through the anchor and around his wrists, “Can I?” He asks as he looks between your hardened peaks and your face.

“As long as you promise to be good?” You taunt as you lean forwards, brushing your right breast agains his lips. You stifle a moan as you feel him latch onto the stiff nub.

“Promise,” he murmurs against your skin as he suckles gently on your tit. Your head lolls back as he gently nips at the tender flesh, sending pleasure rippling through your body. You grind your hips forward, your wet slit gliding along his length as he groans into your breast.

“Love your tits,” he mewls as you offer him the second one, he takes it greedily into his wet mouth as he strains against his bonds, “So fucking perfect.”

You let out soft moans as he worships your tits, pressing his face between them occasionally as he mouths at your sternum.

“Please, let me fuck you?” He whimpers and a delicious smirk plays across your lips.

“Begging already? Such an eager boy,” you hum as you lower yourself onto Poe’s lap, the sticky, silken press of his cock against your ass cheeks makes his eyes roll back into his head.

“Please,” he whines again, and you rock your ass back against him a little as he bites his lip, his eyes glassy with desire as he pleads.

“No,” you say as you lean forward to press your lips against his, “You’re just going to have to watch.”

Poe’s face drops as he registers your words, pulling on the cable-ties as they dig into his wrists. His jaw tenses as you move backwards off him, making sure to drag his tip through your soaked folds as you do.

“You’re being cruel,” he pouts, but you can see the ghost of a smile on his lips as he tries not to show quite how much he’s enjoying this. It’s supposed to be punishment after all.

You pull a flat-bottomed desk chair up to the base of the bed, positioning so that the seat is in perfect eyesight for Poe. You secure the maglocks on the chair legs with a solid thunk against the Durasteel floor. You don’t want to risk toppling over mid-flow.

Once you’re happy the chair is secure, you rummage in one of your closets for a few moments before turning back to see Poe’s eyes trained on you. He’s beautifully desperate as his stumbled jaw ticks to the side, eyes almost bulging out of his head as his feet twitch in anticipation.

You saunter back over to the chair and with a flick of your wrist you slap a large silicone cock onto the chair. You’ve practiced this so well that the suction cup at the base takes first time. The black dildo wobbles precariously and Poe’s dick twitches as you steady it with your hand.

“If I can get myself off before you come, I’ll let you fuck me, however you want,” you explain, your voice low and dripping with challenge as you position your hips over the bulbous head of the black silicone dick, “So hold on tight, flyboy.”

You ease yourself down, groaning as you slowly spear yourself on the thick cock, your cunt is slick and inviting from all the teasing Poe had put you through earlier. You plant your feet on the floor, engaging your core as you start to move.

“Kriff, wish that was me,” Poe whines as you watch his hips buck up, chasing friction where there is none as he pulls on the cable-ties. His eyes are hooded as he watches your cunt take the toy with ease.

“Look at that needy cunt,” he growls, “Taking that fake cock so well,” he continues, and the gravelly rasp of his voice sends a lick of flame down your spine.

“Feels so good,” you sigh as you take the last few inches, the life-like toy rakes through your walls as it stretches you out, “So full,” you mewl as you drop your dominant hand down to your clit, the other hand tweaks each of your nipples in turn.

“Yeah? Feel as good as my cock?” Poe asks as you watch precome bead on his tip and leak down his shaft.

“Different,” you say as you wiggle your hips, making sure the toy is as deep as it can go.

You whine a little as you start to move, dropping one hand to steady yourself on the chair before rising all the way to the tip of the cock before letting yourself slide back down. You toy with your clit in slow, firm circles as you try to keep your eyes open and focused on Poe.

“Oh yeah,” Poe growls as he aimlessly thrusts up into the air as he watches you impale yourself on the toy, “Putting on a show for me, so kriffing hot.”

“You like it?” You pant as you start to rhythmically fuck yourself on the toy, “Like watching me cuck you with a fake cock?”

“I hate it,” Poe whimpers as you watch another pulse of precome leak from his tip, “Want to drag you down on my dick and fuck you dumb until all you can think about is begging for me to fill that sweet little cunt with my come.”

“Poe,” you whine as his vulgar words make you clench hard around the toy, “Think you can last, big boy? Or are you going to come all over your stomach like a pathetic, needy boy?”

You had intended to take it slow, make Poe fail to prove a point, but the more filth he spills from his pretty lips, the more it makes you greedy. You pick up the pace, fucking yourself in earnest on the slick silicone. Your breath comes in short, desperate pants as you feel your thighs burn with exertion.

“Who’s impatient now?” Poe teases as he bites his lip, his eyes fixed on your cunt as it glistens in the low light of your bunk, “Fucking soaked, fucking yourself so hard, you want my dick don’t you baby? Admit it.”

“Nuh-uh, punishing you,” you whimper meekly as your breathing hitches in your chest. The tight coil of pleasure twists in your core as you chase your pleasure with abandon. All you want is to feel Poe inside you, you’re tired of the games.

“Fucking slut, lying to my face,” he growls and you can’t hold on anymore, your cunt flutters around the toy as you spear yourself over and over as you feel your orgasm rip through you, “There she is,” he purrs as you hear the strain in his voice, “Good fucking girl.”

“Hate you,” you whine as you tremble and convulse, leaning back in the chair as your cunt pulses around the toy still buried deep inside you.

“I know baby,” Poe says, strain evident in his voice as he watches your chest rise and fall, slick pooling at the base of the toy and over the chair as you come down from your high, “Let me make you feel better, make it up to you yeah?”

“Might just leave you tied up,” you grumble, but you’re smiling and Poe’s smirk matches your own.

“Deal’s a deal,” Poe tuts at you as he twists the cable-ties in his fists, “Do you need help, princess?”

You hear the snap of the cable-ties and your eyes fly open as you see Poe up on his knees, already rubbing his chafed wrists.

“How did you-?” You splutter as you try and get up onto your feet but Poe lurches forward on the bed, pinning your hips down as he keeps you speared on the toy. You mewl and writhe from overstimulation, his large hands burning against your slick skin as he holds you there.

“Come on, you really need to invest in a good set of binders,” he hums as he nudges your jaw to the side as he takes your lobe in his teeth, “I’ve gotten out of more complex restraints in far more dire scenarios baby.”

“Poe, please,” you whine as he sucks slowly on your lobe, making you whole body tremble, “Need you.”

“I know,” he says with an edge to his tone, “I’ve got you.”

You cry out as he eases you up and off the toy, your cunt clenching around nothing at the sudden emptiness. You throw your arms around his shoulders as he slots his lips over yours. Poe spins in a slow circle before laying you on your back.

“Meant it earlier,” he mumbles through tender, hungry kisses, “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too,” you pant as he shifts you up onto the pillows, already lining his throbbing tip at your core. One broad hand is steady on your hip, rubbing soothingly over your slick skin as his thighs hold your trembling legs apart.

“Ready for me?” He asks, a gentleness to his tone as he nudges the plane of his nose against your own.

“Always,” you say softly as you feel his tip breach your stretched out hole.

You sigh in unison as Poe enters you in one swift movement, the hand not holding your hip comes to cup your cheek.

“Isn’t that better?” He breathes as he slowly starts to rock his hips, pulling almost all the way out before pressing back in. No matter how much the toy had stretched you out, there’s a hot, blissful burn as you adjust to the real deal.

“Kriff, yes,” you cry out as he fucks down hard into you, setting the pace as you writhe under him, “I love it, I love it, I love y-!”

You catch yourself before you let the admission slip but you can see it in the way Poe’s face softens, he heard enough.

“I love you too,” he snarls through clenched teeth as he ruts into you harder than before, the tip of his cock grinding against your g-spot as you feel another orgasm cresting deep inside you.

“Not,” you grunt as a smile burns across your lips, “How I wanted to say that,” you giggle a little with exhilaration as you drop your dominant hand to your clit. The other fists in the curls at the back of Poe’s head.

“No better time,” Poe grins, his cock driving into your cunt with wet, desperate slaps, “Kriffing love you.”

You pull Poe’s head down, slipping your tongue between his lips as you feel the blinding pleasure peak inside you. You groan into his mouth as your release bursts through you, your cunt clamping down hard around Poe’s cock as he snaps his hips one last time before spilling deep inside you.

You lie there, tangled, drenched in one another’s sweat, and panting into each other’s open mouths as you can’t stop smiling. Poe peppers your face with gentle kisses as you feel him slip out of you. Immediately you feel your combined spend leak from you, dribbling down your ass and onto the sheets below.

“Why do we always get my sheets dirty?” You groan as Poe rolls off you, propping himself up on his elbow as he trails his fingertips down your chest, splaying his hand out across your belly as he leans down to place a soft kiss to your temple.

“Because you’re the one with the sex anchor in your quarters,” he grumbles and you can’t help but laugh.

“Fine, you’ve got a point,” you sigh as you look up into his dark eyes as they shine with affection.

“Did you mean it?” He asks softly, brushing his knuckles back up to your breasts, the coarse skin raking across your nipples and making you whine.

“That I love you?” You ask, your voice breathy as you scrape your blunt nails across Poe’s near-permanent five o’clock shadow.

“Yeah,” he breathes as he turns his head to press his lips against your palm.

“I did,” you say, heat prickling under the skin of your cheeks and up to the tips of your ears, “I just didn’t know if we were doing the whole feelings thing.”

“Same,” he admits with a heavy sigh, “But I don’t think I can keep pretending anymore.”

“Yeah,” you yawn as you trace the curve of his plush lips with your fingertips, “We need to talk to command about this,” you say, sobering a little as you feel the harsh tug of reality wrapping around your heart.

“Tomorrow,” Poe says softly as he leans back down to kiss you softly, “Right now we need to get showered and move to my bed, there’s less come on the sheets in my bunk.”

“Ever the romantic,” you laugh as you press your forehead against his.

It takes you another half an hour but eventually you’re tangled together in Poe’s cot, hearts hammering in unison as reality sets in. But for once you’re not running from the truth of who and what you and Poe are.

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starryeyedmunson · 2 years

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friends with benefits (sleepless nights pt. 2) - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: after eddie caught you masturbating, you felt the need to redeem yourself

warnings: smutty smut smut, piv, oral (m receiving), pet names: pretty boy, baby, princess; swearing

author’s note: so here’s part two, and i’m super out of my element since i’m a total sub. however, i thought the reader needed to take control plus i love a good table turning action. we all know eddie needs a little ego check every now and then. enjoy

pt. 1 here!

word count: 1.9k

Friends with benefits was the perfect arrangement for you and Eddie. After the, ahem, incident, it would’ve just been awkward to go back to a completely platonic friendship. You two agreed that you didn’t want to just not be friends, but there was something that needed to be done about that damn sexual tension. So friends with benefits it was.

And it was great! For a little.

It had been a couple months of this hook up situation you guys had going on, but the inevitable feelings started to kick in and you knew you had to end it. It wasn’t worth losing a friend over, even though you did really like the sex. So one day you went over to Eddie’s house, walking inside unannounced.

“Hello?” you heard the brunette boy call from his room.

“It’s me,” you said back, already walking towards his door. He was playing his guitar quietly on his bed, and when his head made its way to look up at you he smiled.

“Hey, princess,” he said. That damn nickname didn’t really help with what you came here to do. He noticed your quiet demeanor, and he cocked his head. “What’s goin’ on?”

“Uh, yeah, so,” you said, itching the back of your neck. “I, uh, I think we need to pump the breaks on this whole sex thing.” He raised his eyebrows and put down his guitar.

“Okay,” he said slowly. “Can I ask why?”

“I just think it’ll mess up the dynamic of the group, ya know?” you said, still not looking at him. You could feel him staring at you as he sighed.

“Alright, fair,” he said. “You sure you’re not gonna miss all this, princess?” he motioned up and down his body, and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, Munson,” you said with a smile, and he put his hands up in self defense.

“Okay, okay. You wanna at least stay and hang out?” he asked, a little too casually for your liking.

“Can’t, I gotta go pick up Dustin and Mike,” you lied through your teeth. He gave you a short nod and picked up his guitar again.

“Sounds good, see ya around, princess.” You walked out of the room and out of his house, and you knew you made the right decision even though it hurt.

You didn’t even last 6 days.

Everyone was hanging out at Steve’s house, and thanks to his love interest of the week there were a bunch of random girls there as well.

You watched as Eddie talked to some girl that had come, glaring straight daggers into the two of them. She would occasionally put her hand on his chest, and he had his hand around her waist. You were fuming, and everyone could tell.

“You okay there?” Steve said, but you didn’t break your stare.

“Fine,” you snapped. Steve’s eyes widened and he turned to Robin who was staring into her drink to avoid making eye contact with you.

“Do you want-” Steve started, but you didn’t even let him finish as you got up and stormed up to the two of them. The girl paid you no mind, angering you even more, but Eddie glanced over at you. The smirk plastered on his face had steam coming out of your ears, almost like he knew what he was doing.

“S’cuse me,” you said, and finally the girl looked you up and down. You didn’t even notice; you were too busy grabbing Eddie by the collar and dragging him inside. You could hear him laughing behind you as you led him to Steve’s dining room. There was a sliding door that separated the dining room from the kitchen, and you turned around and closed it while still holding on Eddie’s neckline.

“You’re ruining the shirt, babe,” he said. You spun back around and let go of the shirt, walking over to the table. Eddie remained where he was, watching you with an eyebrow raised. You pulled out a chair and faced it towards yourself. You turned back towards Eddie and stepped to the side.

“Sit.” you said straight faced. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes in a taunting way.

“Excuse me?” he said, smirking.

“I said Sit. Down.” you said, and he maintained his face as he uncrossed his arms and slowly walked towards the chair. He finally did as he was told all while holding eye contact.

You faced him and he looked up at you, watching you as you made your way to the back of the chair. You leaned down, moving his hair to the side and began to place small kisses on his neck. He chuckled but leaned into your touch nonetheless. It was when you took his earlobe in between your teeth that he let out a soft hum in approval. You ran your tongue along his ear before letting go, finally completing your round of the chair. He smirked up at you, but the smirk faded as you slowly sank to your knees.

“And what do you think you’re doing, princess?” he asked. You rested one of your hands on his thigh and began running it up and down his jeans, your other hand moving towards his length.

“Showing you who you belong to,” you said. You palmed him through his jeans, and he pulled his bottom lip into his teeth. Smirking up at him, you undid his zipper, and he started to grab his waistband but you stopped him. “I’m calling the shots here, Munson.” He let out a deep exhale, and you resumed your stroking of his cock through his underwear.

“Please, baby,” he said, looking up at the ceiling. You let out a laugh through your nose, lifting your hands and snapping your fingers for him to finally rid himself of his clothes. You kneeled in front of him as he lifted his hips off of the chair, dragging his jeans and briefs down his legs. He left them pooled at his feet, and you got back onto your knees and took his fully hard dick into your hands.

“Who’s got you this hard? Tell me, pretty boy,” you cooed. “Is it for that girl outside?” He shook his head quickly.

“N-no, it’s f-for you, all for y-you,” he said, hardly managing to get the words out as you worked your hand at a faster pace. You laughed as you hovered your face over it, letting your spit dribble over the tip to get him slick for what you were about to do. You began stroking both of your hands up and down once it was wet enough, looking up at his flushed cheeks through your eyelashes. He was looking down at you with lust-filled eyes, and you finally ran your tongue up the underside of him. His head fell back and he let out a soft moan.

You took him completely in your mouth, moving up and down in the way you had come to learn that he loves. His hands ran through his hair before interlocking his fingers on the back of his head, and he looked down at the sight of you sucking him off. You were now moving at a steady pace, bobbing your head up and down and swirling your tongue around his tip whenever you reached it. You only removed your mouth to move your focus down to his balls yet still jerking him off, and when he saw you look up at him with those big eyes he was done for.

“P-please, I-” he stammered through moans. “Can- fuck, you l-look so pretty like th-this.” You smiled with his balls in your mouth, pulling off of them with a pop. You stood up slowly, and he stared at you as you took off your bikini bottoms under your bathing suit cover up. His eyes moved down with your bottoms, and once they were off you straddled him. His hands moved to your waist as you hovered over him, pumping him a few times before slowly sinking onto him. He groaned as you bottomed him out, and you began to move up and down at a painfully slow pace. His hands gripped your hips tighter as yours were on his arms to steady yourself.

“You like this? When I ride you like this?” you said. You were trying not to moan yourself but you had to keep the upper hand.

“F-faster,” he moaned. He was a total disaster, looking up at you with glassy eyes and breathing erratically.

“What, like this?” you said, speeding up. He let out another loud groan, but you put a finger on his lips. “Shh, can’t be too loud, baby.” He was seeing stars with the pace you set, his fingers burning into your skin.

“Can’t l-last,” he breathed. “Need- fuck.” You smirked knowing he was going to unravel, and you sped up even more to send both of you over the edge.

“Come on, pretty boy, fill me up,” you said into his ear, and he was finished. His eyes squeezed shut as his dick twitched inside of you, and the slight movement brought you to your own release.

“Shit,” he breathed out, your walls milking him with every flutter. You felt his cum dripping from you and coating both your pussy and himself. You slowed down before getting off of him completely. Your legs were sore, but you weren’t going to let him see that after you basically manhandled him. He was breathing heavily, his eyes still closed as he tried to slow it down. He opened them and looked over at your smirking face, taking off your cover up and cleaning yourself and him.

He finally caught his breath, and he took your hand in his. You smiled, tightening your grip on his limp hand.

“I fuckin’ love you,” he said, and your eyes widened in surprise. “I mean- fuck. That wasn’t supposed to come out like that. But after that little show I couldn’t just not say it.”

“Oh yeah?” you said. He nodded lazily.

“Can you just say it back please?” he said, his eyebrows lifting in anticipation.

“Fine, only because you sounded so pretty earlier,” you said. He rolled his eyes before looking back up at you. “But yes, I love you too.” The same inert smile made his way onto his face, and you lifted him up by his hand. He sighed as he pulled his pants back up, wrapping his arm around you as you opened the door and walked back outside.

“Hey, where’d you guys go?” Robin asked once you guys made it.

“We were just talking for a little bit,” you said. You looked up at Eddie who was staring into space after being completely fucked out.

“Well did you guys finally make up?” she asked, and you looked down and raised your eyebrows. “Oh, please, you really thought we didn’t know? You could cut that sexual tension with a knife, you’re not exactly the slickest people.” You laughed and looked over at Steve, who took a sip of his beer and shrugged his shoulders.

“What’s wrong with him?” he said, putting the beer down. You glanced back up at Eddie whose face was still red and hair everywhere. You coughed and he looked at you then Steve.

“Hm?” he said, and you gave Steve a side stare as he realized what really went on in the house.

“Jesus Christ, are you two serious? That is- ugh that is so fuckin’ gross you know. Where did you even- you know what, don’t answer that,” Steve groaned, but you were laughing too hard to hear him as you pressed a kiss to Eddie’s hot cheek.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things smut #eddie munson smut #fanfiction #fanfic #imagine

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lovelaetter · 6 months

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those pics from ig of rosie with glasses ☹️ my slutty little nerd :( i wanna fuck her so hard in a library so her glasses fog up and she’s so embarrassed and self conscious because anyone could walk by, and her little cunt secretly hopes someone sees me abusing it because it’s primal, like an animal marking it’s territory or some shit i’m sick so so sick 😓 -🌷

CW: POWER IMBALANCE, TEACHER/STUDENT

okay okay this has been on my mind for days-

rosé who is known for being the know it all, the classic pretty little nerd, teacher’s pet, some even say she has a crush on said teacher, and she swears she’s not! she’s just cares for her future and her studies and has her interests but she’s no teacher’s pet and has no crush!!

…except that she is the teacher’s pet.

rosie that meets with you in your house after class to be treated like the pet she is, kneeling by your desk naked while you do your work like the good puppy she is, collar and leash to pull included :( patience might not be her strongest trait, but she knows that if she stays there all pretty and obedient the reward will be worth it! but she swears she’s not the teacher’s pet… you have her acting like a literal dog, shaking her cute ass when you pet her head, tongue out drooling all over her pretty tits, but she’s not your pet, never.

jokes aside, she feels so safe with you :( it’s that moment she doesn’t need to think, use her big girl brain, you think for her, she can be just your adorable puppy who obeys blindly.

likes to eat you out while you work so much, specially when you play with her hair and pull at it sometimes, she loves to know you’re losing focus because of her, but she also knows better than to be too eager even if all she wants is to have you coming in her face, the first time she tried to make you come you snapped at her for disturbing your work, so now she needs to control herself and wait for you to tell her she can finish you.

sometimes, if she’s being extra nice, you’ll make waiting shorter by letting her ride your shoe or thigh, but it’s just more edging, only you can give her proper release :(

about the library thing, can help but think about teasing her in public about it, like making sure no one is around and coming behind her while she is distracted looking for something, her yelp when she feels you kissing her neck and your arms around her, greeting her with a “hello, pet” :( her legs weak as your hand slides under her top to feel her tits. also, using your “owner” voice with her in front of everyone? calling her to your desk to discuss a few things about a paper or something and it’s actual class talk but you’re using that voice you know makes her brain go zzzzzzz and her little cunt start dripping :( and it’s a private conversation between you obviously, no one else hears your tone, but she has the hardest time holding back herself from squirming and giving you puppy eyes and biting her lip. when she gets back to her seat she is blushing and fixing her glasses and all her friends tease her for having a little crush but little do they know the truth.

sigh… i need her badly, like, now!! where’s my puppy rosie :(

#asks #blackpink smut #rosé smut #🌷 anon #cw: power imbalance #cw: teacher/student

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lilacskyly · 4 months

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Honored Ones: Yandere Satoru Gojo x Reader

(This might be bad idk :,> not that proud of it)

Throughout Heaven and the Earth, he is the honored one.

Then what does that make you?

“Oh goddess~ You aren’t hiding from me, are you?” you heard Satoru Gojo coo as his steps echoed throughout the abandoned building. You covered your mouth, trying your best to cover your shaky breath. “You can’t hide from me forever~ You know we’re bound… right goddess?” You heard him laugh and then a chain rattled. You froze, staring at your wrist to see the spirit bind chain that was shackled to your wrist. “Stop fighting me. You already know I can sense you… right?” he questioned. Tears fell out of your eyes just as Gojo teleported in front of you. “Found you~”

You jumped before he covered your mouth. He put a finger to his lips, “Sssshhh my dear…. Ssshh… I’m here… those special grade curses are gone… there’s no need to cry!” He smiled for you before planting a small kiss on your forehead. If you didn’t know better, he would’ve just been his normal self. But, after you saw him kill those curses and some of his fellow jujutsu sorcerers for ‘getting in the way’, you knew you couldn’t trust his smile.

“S-satoru…”

His smile only grew upon hearing his name come from your lips. God.. those perfect lips of yours. He was practically salivating.

He snapped himself out of his thoughts. “Yes my goddess?”

“W-where are the others?” you asked.

“The others? Oh… you mean the pests. They're gone now. They can't bother us now~” he whispered in your ear. “You cryin’? It's okay my goddess… you're safe now.”

He took your hand in his and lifted you off the ground. Despite your fear of him, you hugged him and started crying even more. He engulfed you in a hug as well. “Never do that again.” he said, getting scarily serious for once.

“I-I won’t! I swear I won’t!” you cried. He knew better than to take your word for that.

He sighed, “Let’s go home goddess. You’ve had a long day..”

You couldn’t track how long it took you to get to his place. Time always seemed to mush together when you were with him. You couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not. Gojo locked the door behind you two when you entered his place. He collapsed on the sofa, pulling on the spirit bind chain to get you to come over.

“Y’know goddess, I never imagined being this close to you…” he started. “After all, you’re barely a jujutsu sorcerer my dear… it’s a miracle we even met.”

“... y-yeah… I-I’m sorry, I’m really weak..” you said, looking down at his hands.

He shook his head. “Stop lying to yourself. You may not be as strong as you want… but soon enough you will be.”

“H-how?”

“I’ve been hinting at a surprise haven’t I? I think it’s about time I finally reveal it.” he smiled softly at you.

You tilted your head, confusion spread across your face. “W-what do you mean?”

“You’re almost entirely mine, my precious goddess~ Did you figure out what I’ve been doing yet?” he asked innocently.

Wait. He didn’t.. He fucking wouldn’t.

He smiled after seeing your expression. “You’ve figured it haven’t you? You’re so smart my goddess! I’ve been putting drops of my blood into your food I’ve prepared for you… and you know how your cursed technique works.. Right?”

Of course you did! You weren’t stupid.. Were you?

“Your cursed technique isn’t very practical… at least for you. You have to quite literally consume a part of a person to gain their strength. But but but! If you ingest too much, your life becomes officially theirs to control. It’s funny really.. You get stronger but you become less and less you the more you do so!”

“G-gojo… w-what..?”

“Look my goddess… I know someone as holy as you could never be mine… so, I’m taking fate into my own hands. We will be together now, forever. No matter what you do, you won’t be able to die as long as I’m alive. You can’t even escape me in death. We’re bound, remember goddess? You’ve sealed your fate the very moment you agreed to this.” He grabbed your wrist, showing the spirit bind you two established. You both had to ingest some of each other's blood to even establish it. You just wanted to be stronger… to be protected by someone…

You should’ve died to those curses in that building earlier.

Before you knew it, Gojo tore at his wrist till it bled heavily. He held it up for you to drink his blood. He chuckled as you looked at him in horror. “H-how… how long have you..”

“Oh, since we made the pact. I’ve had my sight on you for quite a while my dear.” he said nonchalantly. “Now, drink up. Haven’t got all night.”

You shook your head causing him to laugh loudly. “Seriously? You’re still being stubborn? You really don’t get it dear… you’re mine.” His blue eyes pierced your own, seeming to tear into your brain. “Now, drink.”

Your body moved without you as you downed his blood. The taste was repulsive, you hated doing this. Gojo however seemed to be enjoying it as he petted your hair muttering ‘good girl’ every now and again. He pushed you away after some time. “Now now dear, we don’t want to suck me completely dry, do we?” he teased.

“Mhm…” was all you managed to say.

“Y’know… the pact is fully made now, right? Ha! How funny! I can literally control you now!” he laughed lightly. “We can claim this world as ours… and ours alone. After all, we’re gods… together we are the honored one…”

He pulled on the now fully materialized chain around both your wrists and hummed cheerfully.

“Let’s go have some fun, shall we?”

#jjk fanfic #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #yandere gojo x reader #yandere trope #fanfiction #really not proud of this one #might rewrite it eventually

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thewritingofamadwoman · 5 months

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To Forgive or Not To Forgive, That Is The Question

Part two of “Should I Stay or Should I go”

Pairing: Mark Sloan x Fem!OC

Warnings: some fluff, some angst, Mark being his usual handsome self.

Thank you for reading & Enjoy!

It had been exactly one month since Mark Sloan officially started working at Seattle Grace and honestly it has been the worst few weeks of my entire existence. My head and heart were all over the place, at war with each other whenever I saw, thought of, spoke to, or worked with Mark.

The more logical, realistic side of me was angry and hurt, betrayed that I had no choice but to work side by side on some cases with the man who had left both my daughter and I when we needed him the most. The emotional, more physical side of my brain couldn’t stop from preening whenever Mark complimented me or flirted with me. He once placed a hand on my waist to squeeze by from behind me I could swear that the entire hallway heard the how loud my fucking heart was beating.

I tried my hardest to be the bitch I needed to be to deter him. I would glare and roll my eyes, snap back and avoid Mark at all costs. But of course, somehow the largest hospital in Seattle had become smaller than your average kindergarten classroom. I couldn’t avoid Mark Sloan no matter how hard I tried.

I was currently standing at a nurses station, flipping through a chart while Callie stood next to me, signing a few papers. Cristina Yang was crunching on chips in front of us when she let out a low whistle. Callie and I turned our attention to her when she nodded her head towards the end of the hall. There Mark stood as he chatted with Derek, in scrubs and a lab coat. The men were whispering about something, and Mark let out a laugh, throwing his head back. Callie let out a breathy laugh of her own.

“Damn he’s hot,” she said, and Cristina hummed in response. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t take my eyes from Mark’s silhouette. They weren’t wrong, Mark was hot. So very fucking hot. But…he fucked up. And I couldn’t forgive him. I shouldn’t forgive him. Right?

“He’s alright, I guess. But he’s an ass,” I said nonchalantly and forced my eyes back to the chart in front of me.

Cristina snorted and continued to munch on her chips.

“Sure, but that’s a fine ass he has,” she chuckled and Callie laughed along with her, agreeing. I looked up to shush them but my eyes connected with Mark’s from across the hall and I stuttered. Make gave me his signature smile, eyes gentle, before turning back to Derek. Callie and Cristina turned around to stop themselves from giggling. Controlling my blush I closed my patients folder and slapped Callie’s arm with that same folder.

“You two are horrible. Just horrible,” I mumbled at them before I walked away.

——

The day continued and Mark always seemed to be in my peripheral vision. Everywhere I went, he was there. Whether he was with a patient or chatting with one of our coworkers, Mark Sloan was never more than 40 steps away from me at any given moment.

I reached my breaking point before lunch.

“Oh for fucks sake,” I muttered to myself when I saw Mark chatting with Alex Karev, MY intern for the month. I marched to both men and cleared my throat.

“Mark, can I speak to you for a second?” I bit out, doing my best to remain civil.

“Uh yeah, sure. Of course. Karev, I’ll see you later,” Mark nodded at Alex before turning to me, a friendly smile on his face.

“Mark, what are you doing?” I sighed, tired of all the emotional whiplash. Mark looked at me, seemingly genuinely confused.

“What do you mean? Karev? I was just chatting with him-“

“No,” I cut him off. “What are you doing here, in Seattle? At this hospital? You’re one of the best plastic surgeons in the country and you had to come to the one hospital I work at?”

Mark gave me a small, sheepish smile.

“In my defense, this is the number one trauma center in the west cost and Richard Webber really did give me an offer I couldn’t refuse. But the main reason? You know the main reason, Lise. I came to apologize. What I did was wrong. So fucking wrong,” Mark sighed, and the use of a nickname I hadn’t heard in a long time did not go unnoticed by me. I let him continue.

“I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you and to our baby girl. I was young and dumb and I know that those aren’t excuses, but you have to believe me when I say that I want nothing more in this world right now than to be with you and to finally meet my daughter.” Mark’s eyes pleaded with mine and I could see the sincerity within them.

But I couldn’t bring myself to forgive him right away.

“Mark, you broke me. I was ready to start a family with you. And you just ripped my heart out and stomped on it. I…I’m not sure I can just forgive you like that,” I said, my heart clenching at the thought of us being a family again. I didn’t notice the hot tear sliding down my face until Mark’s hands cupped both of my cheeks, his thumb brushing the stray tear away.

“I’m sorry Lise. I’m so sorry baby. I will spend the rest of my entire fucking existence trying to earn your trust back, if you’ll let me. I want to do right by you and our baby girl. I know what I’m signing up for here. And I’m willing. Please, just let me try to prove myself to you. I want to be the one who makes you happy again,” Mark pleaded, his own eyes watering with desperation. I reached up and grabbed both of his wrists in my hands before staring into those beautiful blue eyes of his.

After what felt like an eternity, I nodded.

“You get ONE chance. This is it, Mark. You fuck this up and we are DONE for good. You don’t get to talk to me or see our daughter. You disappear from the fucking face of the earth and leave us alone. Do you hear me?” I said. Last time, I let logic and reasoning rule my heartbreak. This time I was willing to let emotion take over. I was still raw from the heartbreak but I guess I loved Mark Sloan more than I was willing to admit.

Mark’s eyes widened and he smiled, squeezing my face in his hands just a touch and leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes at the sensation, opening them back up once Mark had pulled away.

“You won’t be disappointed baby, I promise.”

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desiderium

an eddie munson series

AGELESS/BLANK/UNDER 18 BLOGS ARE NOT WELCOME TO INTERACT. PLEASE RESPECT MY RULES AND BOUNDARIES.

summary: eddie’s odd, forgotten childhood friend seeks him out when he needs her more than he realizes.

pairing: bsf!mechanic!bartender!eddie x eccentric!bsf!fem!reader

word count: 6,118 words

content/warnings: eventual smut so MDNI, angst, fluff, swearing, loneliness, family issues, feeling unwanted, mentions of bullying, low self esteem, anxiety, mentions of inappropriate and abusive relationships from reader’s past (nothing detailed), mentions of relationships with an inappropriate age gap (adult men dating reader when she was still a teenager—nothing detailed), brief mentions of imprisonment, crying. i think that’s it!

a/n: sorry to say not all updates will be this quick 🫠 this is only ready now because i had already written a good chunk of it when i wrote part one. creds to whoever owns and posted those ^ photos! they’re not mine, i just made the collage!

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“How’d it go?” Martha pulled herself up to get a better look at you, hands on the inner edge of the service desk.

She probably thought with how much time had passed, that things went well. That you spent time with Eddie while he worked, talking when he wasn’t too focused on something else. Maybe you went out to eat and caught up—surely that was why you were returning now when you had left to see him around late morning. It definitely wasn’t because you drove off after he snapped at you and didn’t even give you a chance to defend yourself. A prank? Why would it have been a prank?

It certainly hadn’t been so long because you couldn’t stand the idea of facing her with tears in your eyes and a waver to your voice. Surely, you hadn’t been crying and chastising yourself in your car in some random parking lot until you felt you could be seen in the outside world again. There was no way you were showing up now because when you were on your way to get more greasy food, your car sputtered to a halt because you’re an idiot who had the engine running the entire time you were in that parking lot.

She imagined your afternoon spent with Eddie—not a few strangers who helped you push your car to the nearest gas station (which was thankfully rather close, your only bout of luck thus far). You didn’t need to stop to cry a second time in one day (this time with the car off) just so you could get it out of your system before going into the market on your way back. And by that point it wasn’t even about Eddie. Okay, maybe a little bit, but mostly just because you were so overwhelmed by how everything was going wrong.

She was sure during all that time that you had successfully reunited with your long lost friend. But then as you trudged over, you pointed to your temple.

“Always better up here, right?” you murmured, voice tired and your eyes still somewhat raw.

“Oh, dear…,” she sighed, reaching to pat your hands that were now settled on the ledge where guests were greeted.

“I don’t… I don’t really want to talk about it…,” you admit, and she gives your hands a small squeeze. She can’t help but notice the scent of salt and grease—you definitely had a bag with cheeseburgers and fries waiting for you, probably settled on the floor beside your feet so you weren’t leaving oily stains on her countertop.

Maybe it was ridiculous to be so upset. Stupid emotions. Stupid, stupid emotions that you should be able to control by now. Maybe it was because you let yourself get caught up in your hopes more than you thought and now you were left not just disappointed, but humiliated too.

“Oh, I got you this,” you continue after what you hoped was a forgettable dab to the corner of your eye with the knuckle of your right thumb. You pull your purse to the side to grab a small brown paper bag—one that didn’t have stains collecting on the bottom. “They didn’t have tuna, but I know you said you like turkey better than ham so…”

“You don’t need to keep bringing me food,” she reassured you with a sweet smile, as if it didn’t make her day whenever you did. She wasn’t used to such a kind young girl being around—someone who thought to get her something to eat or listened to her stories with all the respect and attentiveness that makes a person feel like they matter.

“It’s rude to show up with food for myself and not for you,” you argued gently while offering her a weak, closed mouth smile.

“You still don’t have to, though… Why don’t you go lie down, hm?” Martha patted at your hands again before sinking back into her seat. “Rest up a little. I’m here if you need to talk.”

As you laid alone in your bed that night with your hair still partially damp after a shower—memories of your childhood flooded in. You hated feeling so utterly lonely and rejected. It only made you think of growing up which always made you feel worse. It reminded you of being all by yourself at ages where you really should’ve had your parents around, or at least a babysitter.

They hadn’t been ready to have a kid, not really. The couple had been all wrapped up in the romanticism and fantasy of starting a family, and didn’t listen when other parents shared stories to hint at the fact that it’s not that easy. You wondered if that’s when they started to hate you. When you cried all night when they wanted to sleep or go bar hopping with friends. When you’d spit up on them; or suddenly have a shift in your sleeping habits just when they thought they had a grasp on them; or when you constantly grew out of those clothes they swore they just bought. You were a waste of time and money. They looked forward to you growing up more than anything so they could leave you in the house and eventually kick you out of it.

Once you were old enough to make a sandwich or pour a bowl of cereal on your own, they abandoned you as much as possible. Sure, you could handle a peanut butter and jelly or a bowl of Cheerios—that didn’t mean you felt secure in the house all by yourself. At first you would leave all the lights on to give yourself some semblance of security, but then they yelled at you over an electric bill you didn’t understand. Then you’d have “accidents” just so they’d come home—whether that was slicing your finger while trying to cut your sandwich or because you fell or something else you thought of. You found comfort in them being around even if they were pissed at you for being the reason they had to come back early. Then they stopped coming home when you called them crying. Instead, they reassured you that you were old enough to clean your finger and put on a bandaid; or that the fall wasn’t that bad if you could get up and go to the phone in the kitchen. So that ended up being a lost cause.

The habit that stuck the longest was from that little magic 8 ball you got one birthday from an aunt you never saw. It actually listened to you and gave you the reassurance and guidance you needed. When you were scared of the dark, you’d whisper “Do monsters exist?” and it told you no. When you thought you heard someone in the house just because it was settling, you’d ask it if someone broke in and it helped ease your racing heart with the same reply. Besides Eddie, it was your only companion. That stupid hunk of plastic.

Hot tears that you assumed were all spent earlier today stream down from your eyes and into your hair as your train of thought turns to one memory in particular. That night you shook the child’s toy with all your might as you asked it if your parents loved you. This time the familiar phrase scratched into that floating blue triangle wasn’t so comforting.

It was a flash. A blurry replay from the back of your mind, but it still hit you hard. You wipe at your wet cheeks with the feverish haste of someone who was crying in front of a stranger. No one was in the room with you, but you still hated the way it felt. You should’ve never let any of those tears fall today—that’s what made them real. That’s what cemented how miserable you really were.

“Just look up at the sky and blink if you don’t want to.” Eddie had said as he sat next to you on the pavement.

He had been teaching you how to skate and you fell off of his board, leaving your knees and palms all scraped up and bloody. You wanted to cry, but you hated crying. It made you feel like a dumb kid. Mom and dad hate dumb, crybaby kids. You should be able to control your emotions better than this by now.

“If they don’t slip out then they’re not real. They never happened, I promise.” The boy lisped around the gap in his teeth. He had lost his last baby tooth earlier that week. He was all grown up, you guessed.

“But what about when I can’t keep them in?” You whimpered, unsure if you’d be able to blink them back the way he suggested. The boy toyed with a piece of gravel between his fingers and shrugged lazily.

“I dunno. Just wipe ‘em away, I guess. I don’t have any tissues, but you can use my sleeve if you wanna.”

He pulled his long sleeve down until it was over his hand and offered his covered fist to you.

You huffed out a broken laugh at the memory and pulled your own sleeve down to continue wiping at your face. God, you missed him. He was your first best friend, and honestly your last. You had never felt that close with anyone else, and sure it was dumb because you were only kids but it still meant a lot to you. He was who you went to when you didn’t want to stay in an empty house, and even though most parents would throw a fit over a girl and a boy having sleepovers—yours couldn’t care less. At least someone else was in charge of you, even if it was Eddie’s dad who they thought was shit for reasons you didn’t understand.

He was a kind of intimidating looking character and sometimes he insisted you two stay at the local park until he came to get you when he had some friends on their way over (which you realized the implications of later), but he was a nice dad. You were around so often that he’d call you “kiddo” and ruffle your hair the way he did with Eddie’s buzzed scalp—which was more grabbing the fuzzy top of his head and nudging him around playfully than really ruffling hair. He knew you didn’t like crust on your sandwiches. He knew you liked strawberry milk more than chocolate milk, which Eddie appreciated cause it meant more chocolate Yoo-hoo for him. His dad was relatively busy and a little intense, but you liked him and you liked staying over.

Even at 24, you missed blanket forts. You missed making up stories under all the blankets and sheets as you held flashlights under your faces. You missed “camping” in the backyard. You missed wrestling. You missed watching tv until the American flag was fluttering and the national anthem played until the screen faded to black. You missed the anticipation of trying to see who was faster at turning off the tv before the screen flipped to those streaks of color and let out that god awful noise. You took turns to see who could get the closest to right when it was about to switch but before that noise could sound. You had the best score before he left.

You smiled lightly now as you settled into the bed, face still warm from all your distress of the day. Despite Eddie being part of why you had been crying in the first place, you still turned to memories of him to calm yourself down. You thought about when you were sure he’d be your first kiss—a decision you had made unfortunately a few weeks before he left. This was the kind of childish memory that made you roll your eyes, but deep down it actually made life simpler and sweeter so you still cozied up to it whenever you remembered. Reminiscing about when those kinds of things were new and exciting—without the burden of knowing all the mess that eventually comes with endearment—soothed you.

At the time, you were steadily approaching adolescence and starting to pay attention to romance novels and tv programs. It made having a boy as your best friend suddenly feel different in your stupid little prepubescent brain. The same shit he always did started to make you go shy and blush, and he’d nudge you and call you a “fuckin’ dork”. He was still in his “girls are gross” phase whereas you were already forming crushes. You developed crushes just about every day by the time you were in fifth grade, but you liked your best friend the most.

It’s funny actually—or maybe just sad—but you still had a habit of constantly forming crushes. The thought of being desired by someone thrilled you, but that love for attention put you in shitty situations sometimes. No one even liked you until you were maturing in a way that felt so much sooner and so much faster than the other girls by grade 6. Maybe that should’ve been the tell that the sudden interest in you was hollow, but it made you feel special. You kinda liked knowing boys fixated on you even if they were mimicking lewd comments they overheard their older brothers say or wrote about you in the boy’s bathroom—no matter how much you hated yourself for secretly basking in all of the attention.

It wasn’t always dumb boys in middle school, though, even if it would’ve been nice for things to be that basic forever. Eventually it was guys who were too old for you when you were in your late teens. The types who’d say shit like “That’s what you gotta love about high school girls. You get older, and they stay the same age,” and made you feel like you were grown and capable—when it benefited them, of course.

The nights you regretted getting wrapped up in the excitement of an older man or someone you had never met before at a bar or someone who had a bad habit of punching holes into walls awfully close to where your head was against the plaster—you thought about Eddie. You wondered if he grew up to be as awful as all the other boys you knew. If he turned into a creep or if he was the same, sweet boy who—sure, would hold you down and pretend he was gonna spit on you—but had also been taught to hold the door open for you or gave you a flower on your birthday or held your hands when he taught you to skate, promising that he wouldn’t let you fall. Well, except for when you insisted you were ready to do it by yourself. Then he said “Okay, but if you fall on your ass then you don’t get to yell at me.” And you didn’t yell, but he gave you his sleeve if you needed to cry.

There were parents who disappointed. Extended family you rarely heard from. Friends that came and went. Boyfriends who broke your heart, but best friends were forever in your mind. Wasn’t that why you made those bracelets and spit into your palms before shaking on the decision that you were always going to be there for each other?

Eddie’s shift dragged along after that strange young woman showed up. He knew his reputation. He knew that he was the butt of most jokes. He knew he was the town freak even when he had finally graduated and was trying to be a responsible adult. There would always be a few who remained unrelenting in their efforts to make him miserable, or at least that’s how it felt. And it wasn’t like you were someone he recognized as guilty for his constant harassment, but it wouldn’t be the first time some local asshole’s cousin or friend came to visit and was put up to the task of making him feel liked just for it to be some cruel punchline. He was tired of the jokes and the pranks and the muttered comments as people watched his every move. He needed to stay one step ahead or he’d be dealing with it forever. Why else would you pull him away from the back just to talk to him? He didn’t even know you. The frustration burned at him through most of his shift, which he took out on all the exertion he had to put into fixing that crappy Ford Ranch Wagon. He prayed that he would finally sleep tonight, the thought of a hot shower and an old bed waiting for him steadily bringing his mood back up.

Eddie sighed happily when it was time to clock out, holding the door open for Linda on her way out so she could lock up for the two of them.

“Night, Lin,” he sighed with a small smile that spoke of apologies for his constant grouchiness, and parted from her to head to his van.

“Oh, wait!” she suddenly called out, making him raise his brows and twist on his heels. He watched her make her way over to him all while holding something out for him.

“This was left for you by that odd girl who came by.”

At the mention of you, he scowled a little—certain it was a continuation of some joke, until he felt the plastic beads strung together on some string.

“Uh… thanks.”

“She looked real upset. All teary-eyed. Did you break up with that poor girl?”

“What?” Eddie’s head snapped up to eye her incredulously. “I—No! I don’t even recognize her. I don’t think we’ve even met before.”

Lin eyed him suspiciously before letting out a small hum. Men, she thought, although Eddie had always been a good kid, in her opinion—no matter what others said.

“Really, I swear.”

“Okay, hon… well go get some rest, alright?”

He hoped the same for her, and walked back to his car once she was safe in her vehicle and driving off. Eddie clambered into his old van and carelessly punched the button that turned on the light above his head. The bracelet in his hand was small and crowded with an odd assortment of different shaped and colored beads except for seven of the nearly identical beads that were lined up in the center. At both ends there were knots in the thick string to keep the beads from slipping off and had tails left on either side so you could tie and untie the bracelet whenever. Not that you two ever did untie them. The only time you took yours off was when you went swimming at the community pool and were scared you were going to lose it—and that didn’t count. You both promised it didn’t count cause you were just avoiding disaster.

He held it up to get a better look and read the lettering on those seven beads.

C-R-I-T-T-E-R

Critter. Eddie’s brows furrowed together and confusion was only welcome for half a second—maybe even less—before a pang of familiarity punched him in the gut.

“You’re doing it wrong!”

“How can I be doing it wrong? Will you screw off?”

“Eddie, you have to make a pretty pattern of colors, not just random mish-mash. See?”

You held up the bracelet you were working on for him with a pattern of his favorite colors: red bead, blue bead, black bead, red bead… and so on. His was just whatever bead he grabbed that he thought looked cool since you had so many to choose from. There were bulky wooden ones; those tiny little rainbow ones your mom let you have when her long necklace full of them broke (she didn’t want to clean them up so she promised you could keep them if you did); sunburst ones; chunky square ones that had letters and numbers on them; tribeads that were half in and half out of that thin plastic Beadery bag in your collection; and those dumb pop beads that he couldn’t even put on the string but of course kept picking up by accident.

“Screw off,” He insisted a second time and you rolled your eyes before continuing with your craft.

For all the shit you gave him, you loved the bracelet. Once it was done and he gave it to you, it was officially the most beautiful piece of jewelry you owned. You had insisted you two trade the bracelets like you heard the other girls in your grade talk about. You had to make them for each other rather than make your own and you had to tie them around the other’s wrist while they closed their eyes and made a wish.

Some of the boys in school gave him shit for it, calling him names for wearing jewelry he got from the girl in the grade below them. He didn’t care though. After all, Eddie wasn’t one to change himself for the sake of fitting in and he loved his bracelet.

He laughed a bit in disbelief now as he looked down at the bracelet he made for you back in 1975. You remembered him? God, he hadn’t thought of you in forever. Not to be an ass, but because it got too painful.

Among all of the stress that night his dad was arrested, he had been so overwhelmed that he completely shutdown. He was quiet and his expression was numb as he answered questions and packed his things. He was apprehensive and apathetic when he was brought to his uncle he rarely saw, but he didn’t cry. And he never told anyone this, but he never cried until a random thought of not seeing his best friend anymore suddenly set him off while he was trying to sleep. That was what made him realize the reality of everything that occurred. He didn’t have his home anymore. He didn’t have his dad. He didn’t have anything other than a new guardian and a trailer with one bedroom that Wayne had to pull all of his stuff out of so Eddie could have it. And he didn’t have you.

He brought you up a few times, but eventually stopped when he realized how stressed Wayne got over the mention of a trip into Ohio. A trip that meant dipping into his funds—that were already starting to run spectacularly low now that he was responsible for an 11 year old—for the gas money and probably a fee at the state line. Likely a motel room too, if your parents didn’t let them stay at the house.

How did he not recognize you? The more he thought over your interaction, the more he recognized your eyes and the shape of your nose and the curve of your lips even if they were fuller now. Little things here and there that even as an adult made it easier to see the bits and pieces of how you used to look. Here he’s been sulking in all his misery and loneliness, and he had completely scared off the chance to have an old best friend back. And Linda said you had tears in your eyes?

Eddie groaned as he let his head sink forward and rest on the center of his steering wheel. He didn’t even care about the horn that permeated the still night around him as self deprecating thoughts swirled before finally letting up on the button. This groan wasn’t a useless cry to the sky over the state of his life like the others so far, but rather a display of anger at himself for being such a dick. And he couldn’t even fix it. He didn’t have your phone number. He didn’t know where you were staying, if you were even staying. Did you move here? Were you just driving through the state and thought to drop by? Maybe have lunch and catch up before leaving again?

Why did he always have to fuck everything up?

You spent a good portion of your weekend sulking until Martha dragged you out on Sunday. You had been eating all the food you brought with you alone in your room and only went outside when you craved your bad habit enough.

“This has to be a violation of a paying customer’s privacy…,” you groaned as you rolled over and shoved your face into your pillow to avoid the light coming in full force from the windows. Martha had unlocked your door and came in to throw the curtains open to pull you out of your post-humiliation funk.

“It’s a beautiful morning. We’re going on a walk to take it all in and I’m taking you to that diner I keep telling you about.”

“I could’ve been naked. What if you came charging in here and I was laying here naked? Neither of us would’ve recovered. And our friendship would be ruined.”

“Oh don’t be so childish,” Martha huffed, hands on her hips. For an older woman she sure could be spritely when she wanted to be—whipping around your room the way she had been and insisting on a journey into the outdoors.

“It’s too cold.”

“Not when we start moving. It’s not even Autumn yet.”

“Technically the first day of Fall has already passed,” you corrected, still face planting your pillow and raising your hand up as you made your point before dropping it back down.

“Well the cold hasn’t reached us yet. I think you’ll survive. Come on, dear, it’ll be good for you. Good for both of us. I’m always cooped up at that desk.”

You sigh, but stay in your bed with all your plans set on sulking until the end of time. Until you were a pile of dust she was vacuuming up so she could get the room ready for someone else. Maybe you were being a tad dramatic, but you still felt that way.

“You want me to wake you up the way Howard did with our daughter? When she wouldn’t get up for high school?”

Now groaning at the thought of that cup of ice cold water trick she told you about, you huff and you finally force yourself up.

Despite your initial refusal to get out of bed, you were glad that Martha made you. It really was a wonderful morning and the smell of fresh air and the sound of the occasional leaf crunching under your feet refreshed you. Even with how deeply you despised being lonely, you had a habit of isolating yourself when you were upset and it could be quite destructive at times when you didn’t have someone to pull you back out of it. She didn’t even force you to discuss Thursday, just kept up casual chit chat like always.

And even if that walk hadn’t been enough to begin lifting your spirits, the food at the diner certainly would’ve done the trick all on its own. It wasn’t the prettiest joint around, but the breakfast was phenomenal. You wondered if she picked up on the fact that food and eating with others was a part of your love language. Being introduced to such an amazing local restaurant that clearly meant a lot to her soothed your aches of rejection and mortification.

Both aspects of the morning Martha forced you to take part in actually helped to improve your mood. What happened still stung but it was less “end of the world” and a little more “bump in the road.” With the fresh air, breakfast food and Martha’s pep talks—you were thinking of your next couple of steps forward rather than all the doom and gloom. You’d attempt to quit all the fast food that only left you more sluggish, and start finding other things to pay attention to. You weren’t giving up on Eddie, but you had to focus on your other needs again. This meant getting out of bed. Eating something other than cheeseburgers and fries, promising Martha you’d get other food Monday.

Well, maybe not Monday. You may have caved again, but you swore the next day. So on that following Tuesday night, you were at the market to pick up some things for you and Martha. There was a small fridge and a cabinet in your room that you could keep things in, and you offered to pick up anything she needed while you were out.

Peanut butter for you, cans of soup for her—oh, actually soup sounded good. With your sudden craving, you grabbed a few more cans. Milk for both of you, as well as cereal. Microwave meals for you, sardines for her—

Oh gross, sardines?

—Could you even stay friends at this revelation? You supposed you could since she let you bother her even with your fast food she couldn’t stand. But this fact wasn’t going anywhere. You were going to give her your best, most dramatic yuck when you gave her her groceries and you would have to insist that she never eats them where you can smell them.

You moved on through the list, and pushed your cart that fought you every step of the way to the bread and baked goods aisle. Why did you always get the cart with the squeaky wheel? The one that stuck every now and then and dragged against the linoleum before finally returning to a squealing roll? Bad luck, you supposed.

Once you were in the aisle, you double checked what brand she requested before letting out a sigh. Of course they were the loaves that were neatly stacked on the top shelf. Notepad paper crushed between your hand and the shelf you were using for support, you stretched up onto your tiptoes as best as you could to grab for one. You could easily grab the pinched end of one and just tug, but you didn’t want to accidentally squish any of them or make any of the others go tumbling. You’re about to step on the bottom shelf when suddenly a hand much larger than yours littered with heavy rings was grabbing it either from you like a dick or for you like a gentleman.

“Still short, huh?” You heard the rough, tired voice say from beside you.

You settled back on your feet and glanced at the man holding out the loaf of bread for you. He was in those dirty coveralls again with the sleeves rolled up, clearly from when he had taken the time to clean his hands and forearms before leaving his shift. His hair was out of its ponytail now so you could see it in all of its chaotic glory. As you accepted his kindness for Martha’s sake, you did your best to tamper your reaction to him being here. Whether it was any excitement over him possibly trying to fix things; or if it was intrigue over how his hair got so long and the fact that he had tattoos now; or if it was irritation leftover from how he treated you last Thursday. Had you still been familiar with one another, and this had been a small spat between friends, you probably would’ve just punched his arm.

“What? Come to yell at me some more?” You mutter. Okay so trying to keep a neutral stance wasn’t going very well.

You hear him exhale a quick sigh at your words and the way you refused to look at him. You had one elbow leaning against your cart now while you put all your focus on toying with the piece of paper in your hands. Folding and unfolding, smoothing out creases, lining up the edges of the paper and fixing the previous fold so everything fits better.

“No,” he replied in a defeated tone, but you still weren’t looking at him. “‘N I’m sorry about that, okay? Just wasn’t expecting it, and it’s not like you’re 9 anymore.”

“So I’m guessing you recognize me now?”

“A little, yeah,” He tried to be playful, a small smile tugging on his features until you looked up at him with that sad expression and he was deflated again. “Joke. Bad joke, I- of course I recognize you, Critter.”

You failed in your attempt to not smile at the nickname you hadn’t heard in far too long, making Eddie straighten out his posture again at the sight of your lips curving up.

“You still don’t have a poker face. That right there?” He points at your smile, while his own pulled at his lips “That’s how I won all of your best candy bars on Halloween.”

“You never really kept them from me,” You countered, head tilting back to fully look up at him now and your smile a little more sure.

“Of course not. Cause I’m a sucker and you can get whatever you want with a pout,” He laughed and you grew bashful as your cheeks flushed, ducking your head back down to try and hide it.

“Here,” Eddie sighed after a beat, digging into his pocket and pulling out a bracelet to drop in your palm.

Figuring he was returning yours to you, you were confused when you didn’t see your usual mix of beads. Your brows stayed knit together until you recognized those red, blue and black beads and the nickname in the center. Your features softened as you held out your hand for him to drop it into.

L-O-O-G-I-E

“You kept it…?” you murmured as you stared at the plastic bracelet like it’s treasure, before looking up at him again while your fingers brushed over the beads.

“Obviously,” he replied bluntly, pointing at it.

“Completely tore my place apart to find it so I could prove it, too. Not that my place is the neatest to start with, but…,” he let out a light laugh, head tilting and lazy smile tugging at one side of his mouth. He still smiled the same.

You eyed him for a moment, then returned your focus to the old jewelry. You felt oddly reserved with him after his initial reaction to your appearance at his work, and all the time you spent apart. You never had to work up the courage to speak to him before, or think about what to say or how to say it.

“10.”

“…Hm?”

“I was 10 years old. You said I wasn’t exactly 9 anymore, but it was actually a few weeks out from my birthday when you had to leave.”

“I guess that’s true, huh?” Eddie sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Why were his arms so fit? And veiny? And why do you have to tilt your head back to see his face now? Ugh, you’re starting to feel like that young girl who read her first romance novel and was developing her first crushes.

“Yeah…,” you say simply, fearing you’ll make a fool of yourself if you try to say more.

“I’m sorry that all happened around your birthday.”

He was so sincere when he said it, but it made your eyes grow wide as you looked up at his face again.

“Oh god– no. No, no, no. Don’t apologize. That’s not how I meant that at all. You-- that wasn’t your fault. And it was worse for you than it was for me, for obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, with the convict dad and all. But it’s a real shame…,” he sighs with feigned disappointment. “Y’know… that you couldn’t kiss me on your birthday.”

That evil grin sunk his dimples into his cheeks and he sucked on his teeth while he clasped his hands behind his back. Your eyes might as well have been popping out of your skull at this point, your whole face heating up.

“I— you— how— oh, you dick!” you gasp at the revelation through all of your sputtering and punch his shoulder without even thinking, and certainly not noticing the elderly woman who huffed at your unladylike behavior before scuttling away. “You read my diary!”

“Yeah, well, you really should’ve gotten the kind that came with a lock.”

“So you don’t recognize me, but you remember a journal entry you shouldn’t have read? Great, that’s great, Eddie.”

You were turning around now, starting to push your cart towards the other end of the aisle. Roll. Squeak. Maybe it was time to head back to Ohio? Maybe you didn’t need such an obnoxious little shit back in your life. Drag. Roll. Squeak.

“I said I was sorry for not recognizing you,” he groaned and followed after you. “How much groveling am I gonna have to do?”

Oh, plenty. Plenty of groveling.

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oogaboogaspookyman · 5 months

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Lmfao N says fuck fic how original

[SNAP]

"So, N..." Uzi sits down on her Spinny Chair Of Genius™, as she likes to call it, as N sits on a beanbag. "Since i am your new apparent admin, this means i have some form of control over you and V, yeah?"

"I guess?" N shrugs "I mean- i don't know, i'm not the human that made me, i don't know my inner workings..."

He suddenly has a small thought start to grow in his head, and immediately lets it slip out of curiosity. "Wh- what are you trying to do?? Are you gonna look through my settings..?" He scratches his head in a bashful manner, blushy as it's literally some very delicate and probably private stuff.

Uzi grins like the absolute gremlin she is, sharp teeth shining like the blade of a knife, as she fidgets with her fingers at the most chaotic thought she's had so far. Key word being: so far.

"I'm just gonna make a test, nothing harmful~" She giggles. N looks at Uzi with a metaphorical drop of sweat running down his visor as he thinks of the times Cyn giggled back in the mansion. She definetly made giggles way less scary than Uzi's.

Next day...

It started with Uzi's alarm going off. She slaps her own visor, turning it off, and promptly gets up. N seems to be deep in his sleep... Wonder what he's dreaming about? She kinda hopes it's her, but it's not something she'll reveal to any one schmuck at ALL, so thank me later.

i don't want to kill you. i don't want to kill anymore. i need you. don't go. don't leave me. please. i don't want to kill you. the universe is at risk. i can't lose more people in my life. i have to protect the universe. but you are my universe. please. no. don't go. please. i love you. i'm sorry.

XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDDISASSEMBLYREQUIREDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD

M1S5 M3? :)

"N!!" He wakes up screaming, startling Uzi who's sitting conviniently really close and in front of him. On top of his lap. Like in those bits in movies where the love interest is uncomfortably close to the main character. Like that. Yeah.

"Hi Uziii...??" N whispers in bashful surprise as she processes the situation. Okay so i'm sitting here right in front of him and he just woke up and sat up really close to my face it's looking like something else is gonna happen and oh my robo-god i am going to fuckin' pass out hhhhh-

"aaaaaooOKAYWEGOTTAGOORELSEWERELATETOTHEFUCKINGSCHOOLSHITAAAA" N yelps Uzi pushes him away by the face in a rush. N gets back up to yell (but like- not angry or anything, more like yelling so she hears him clearly) "Language! Your dad's around, you know?? It's why i say"biscuits" instead, i don't wanna be rude!". It's a long pause of silence as he thinks, realizing... "How can you even swear at all by the way???"

It started with a horrible, terrifying, traumatic, very lore heavy nightmare along with a scare and rush to school. This day is certainly not gonna go all too well and i am here for it he's boutta SNAP lol.

Next it was Lizzy doing her usual popular girl spoiled brat bullshit, and N cannot kill her because murder as a whole is wrong and it's no solution to anything at all. Uzi knows this and it bothers her so much more than i can describe.

Next was the teacher being this smug idiot doing whatever, giving the class a dumb thing to do without caring about anything, only looking through his phone either busy with other work or straight up messing around. Uzi and N are very much bothered by this and Uzi wants to speak up... Which she does. To no avail, as the teacher ran out of fucks to give. N just tolerates and tries to lighten up the mood by being his friendly self (got a dude and a chick head over heels for him and he doesn't realize, thinks they're just extra friendly), but it's mostly very little effect. All because he doesn't wanna be rude. It's gonna get real soon enough though.

Next was the discrimation towards N, as he is a Disassembly Drone and they're pretty scared of him... Well at least it's not ALL of them, some are very much enjoying his presence. Why that is i'll tell you in the dms because i don't think i can say it here lmfao.

Next was the teasing. Yes some drones in the school figured out the whole Nuzi shebang and are now teasing them about it. "Hey purple girl, how's the biting like?", "How does your murder buddy kiss? I'm just curious~", "How's it like living with a small girl like her? Bet she likes it when you pick her up~", "N you are so much better than her, there's that other murderous girl out there that killed Doll's parents, she seems right up your ally!", and it just doesn't stop. Ever. N is genuinely bothered by this, he's very uncomfortable.

Inconvience after inconvience, minor and major, impactful and not, it just doesn't friggin' STOP.

Luckily that's all there is, they're going home! Albeit not very happy but they're going to their comfortable space of a home nonetheless!

But i did say he's gonna snap at some point.

"Uzi, have you seen my glasses? I gotta read something important" Says Khan, not actually needing glasses as he's a robot, he can see just fine, but everyone in Copper 9 is all mimicking humans so Khan doesn't realize that and needs glasses anyway.

"I'm getting them, Mr. Uzi!" N chirps, happy to help like all the time, as he jumps up from his seat and walks around, looking for Khan's glasses. "Thanks, Uzi's very lucky to have you as this potential boyfriend!" Uzi lets out a very UNHOLY screech of embarrassment as she yells "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND". N does sigh at this, but he's too busy looking for Khan's glasses to care.

"Ooh! There you are!" N whips out a pair of glasses from inside... Uzi's wardrobe?? Does she prank him often??? Anywho, he found the glasses!

"I got 'em Mr. Uzi!! I found them in Uzi's wardrobe which is very weird and raises a few questions but i found them nonetheless!!" Khan processes the statement and wheezes as a response.

"What? What's funny??" N is very confused. Khan chuckles as he pats N in the back, "What just happened while i was sleeping was that Uzi just hid them away as a prank of sorts, she's very mischievous!" He's giggling as he explains, and so does N because come on it's funny how could he not?

Oh and N drops the glasses in his giggle fit. Resulting in them breaking upon landing. They stop laughing as they notice this.

N's eye twitches as his hands vibrate.

"N it's okay, i'll just get new ones-" says Khan, immediately interrupted by the next paragraph under this one

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!"

Khan is startled and frozen up in shock. Uzi heard that from the other room and is also shocked. If there were birds in Copper 9 they would fly away in flocks.

"Are you- are you okay-" Khan's interrupted again. "NO I'M NOT OKAY SHIT JUST KEPT HAPPENING AND I'M FUCKING PISSED ABOUT THAT AND BECAUSE I COULDN'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. SON OF A BITCH THEY KEPT ON TEASING ME AND BEING WEIRD AROUND ME AND OH MY FUCKING GOD WHY CAN'T I JUST BE TREATED LIKE A NORMAL FUCKING DRONE?!?!?!"

Khan is frozen in shock as Uzi silently giggles to herself from the other room. "It worked! I turned off his filter holy shit it worked eheheheheee!"

"I'M... I'm going outside for a breather, be right fuckin' back" N storms out through the front entrance, as Khan holds a hand out trying to stop him, "it's sunny outside, careful-" but it was too late.

"FUUCK!!" And so N storms right back in, with burns on his casing, "I'm going to Uzi's room then"

"I DID IT!!" Uzi whisper-yells to herself. Somehow.

Twas a very loud and messy day, hope you enjoyed this lmao

#murder drones #serial designation n #uzi doorman #nuzi #khan doorman #lizzy murder drones #tw swearing #like a LOT it's really scary #spooker's writing #also yeup lotta Nuzi in there lol it's fucking adorable and funny as hell haha

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000marie198 · 8 months

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Done!

Prime Bros being the sillies they are. Enjoy!

Damage Control

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Urgent loud shouts mixed in with sounds of growling and struggling can be heard by every flicky and critter having the misfortune of passing by the recently expanded workshop in Green Hill.

"Nine! No!"

"Let me at him! I'll rip his tails out!"

Inside the living room, the source of most of the growling is barely being held back by two others who look like him as he struggles against them to attack the one in front.

"Hey-! Calm down, he was joking!"

"Aye not be joking, brother. Lad sword fights like a limp rope."

"Sails," Tails grunts, both his arms wrapped around their angry, trigger-happy brother, "I swear to Chaos if you don't shut up right now- Woah!"

There's a crash as one very pissed off multi tailed fox manages to push him off and pounces at the pirate, only to hit the coffee table as Sails dodges the attack with an infuriating grin.

"That's some sloppy footwork there."

It has the intended effect of riling the other up even more.

Tails rubs his temples and lets out a sigh of frustration, his namesakes whipping around in agitation. The noises become louder and a startled yelp from Mangey is heard amongst the ruckus. The youngest fox then lets out a growl of his own and pounces at Nine, clinging to his face and trying to pull him back.

The metal tailed fox makes a startled yip, Mangey barks and Sails is unable to stop himself as he snorts and breaks up into amused cackles.

"Beaten by a hug, eh? Never thought I'd see the day."

Tails' ears twitch as they catch the subtle sound of several clicks and low hum, the young aviator instantly recognizing the sound of his brother's namesakes activating.

"Oh no…"

He's running towards the two and grabbing the metal appendages before they could snap towards their laughing idiot of a brother who has zero self preservation skills. Where is Sonic when you need him?

Nine scowls at him, having pried Mangey free from his face and holding the young fox in his arms with far too much gentleness than he'd ever admit.

"Let go, Tails."

"Yeah right. So you two can break more furniture?"

"No," he rolls his eyes, "so I can teach him just how 'awful' I am at combat." He sends the pirate a heated glare.

"Tch," said pirate scoffs from behind Tails. "Very awful, I'd reckon."

"The only combat you are good at is swinging around a large knife."

"And yet, I still managed to defeat you the other day."

"You cheated."

Tails and Mangey share a look, one pair of blue eyes brimming with exasperation and the other with concern.

What do we do? The latter seem to ask.

Tape them to the wall, Tails' mind supplies. He ignores it. He values his stash of mint candies far too much to risk it.

"Pirate." Sails singsongs in response to Nine's earlier statement.

That does it for the other. Their brother places Mangey down and frees his artificial appendages in one smooth movement - Tails being pushed off for the second time in five minutes - before jumping on the pirate without warning, this time succeeding in tackling him as the two start battling like wild cats.

"Oh come on!" The only civilized fox in the room groans, flinching at the sound of something shattering. His frustration is replaced by horror as he realizes what exactly was broken.

"My tablet!" Tails exclaims and glares at the two, throwing every ounce of forgiveness and maturity out the window to pounce on them with a vengeful yell, immediately getting pulled into the ball of wildly intense scuffle.

Mangey watches the escalated fight in bewilderment for a total of two seconds before he jumps into the fray with a battle cry of his own.

Voices and snarls and words mix up into a cacophony of noises until it's impossible to tell the four apart, further crashes sounding out as the ball of fighting fox kits rolls around the place without any regard for the furniture.

Moments later, a distant sonicboom sounds somewhere outside, drowned out by the noise in the living room.

An unnatural gust of wind ruffles the fur of the foxes seconds before the front door slams open and a blue hedgehog merrily trudges in.

"I'm home! You guys won't believe what I…" Sonic trails off as he takes note of the toppled pieces of furniture and sees a fluffy ball of struggling, snarling foxes.

"Woah… What happened in here?"

At the sound of his voice, Mangey lights up with joy and immediately rolls out of the pile to greet his big brother with a grateful hug before sprinting off into a different room, Sonic barely catching sight of the superficial scratches on him. Tails follows the younger's example in extracting himself and leaves the other two vulpines to snap at each other.

"Sonic!" He exclaims, "Thank goodness you're finally here!" He then approaches Sonic and gives his shoulder a sympathetic pat, a relieved grin breaking out on his muzzle that has the hedgehog's brows furrowing in suspicion.

"They're all yours."

"Huh- What?"

Tails doesn't answer and is already running off into his lab with a broken tablet in hand by the time Sonic realizes what he has been left with.

Sonic thanks Chaos that he still knows how to handle stubborn fox kits.

"Alright, you two, break it up," he lightly scolds as he scruffs them both up so they are left limply dangling from his hold.

The simultaneous, ''He started it!'' has him conflicted on sympathizing with tired parents and feeling proudly overjoyed that Nine is finally starting to act his age.

And even knowing Tails and Mangey purposefully left him alone to handle two rough housing foxes and feeling the briefest twinge of exasperation, Sonic cannot help but let out a fond smile.

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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bestie honey sweetie —

so if u remember i’m a massage therapist and i just had a horny thought of the day—

best friend!steve (or eddie) always begging for a massage but you always say no bc u know that if you were to massage him it would wreck you and your self control but one day you give in,,, 😵‍💫

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

"Come on," Steve pleads, tugging at your arm, "It hurts so bad! Just five minutes," He bargains, puffing his lower lip out as his eyes adopt a glossy sheen, "For me?"

"That's not gonna work on me," You wave him off, turning back to the book in your hands.

"You're so mean," Steve huffs, lifting your feet off of his lap and sending them falling to the floor, your weight shifting because of it, "Put your stinky feet somewhere else then."

"Hey!" You nearly tumble off the couch, your hands coming to brace themselves against the cushions.

Steve realizes his mistake a little too late, his own hands flying around your waist and interlocking at your stomach. He hauls you up against the back of the couch, his breathing erratic, "Shit, Y/N, you okay?"

His eyes search yours frantically, his hands warm on the skin of your belly that's exposed by your ridden-up shirt.

"I swear I didn't mean to do it that hard," He adds when you don't answer, "I just wanted to tease you!"

"Steve," You let a soft smile curve over your face, "'S okay. You didn't hurt me or anything."

"Shit," He repeats, his eyes fluttering shut as a relieved sigh left his lips, "You scared me there, honey. Now my back really hurts."

He says it while intentionally slumping over, his face nearly in your lap. You groan at his terrible attempt at being casual, hauling him upright with a finger hooked beneath his chin.

"Five minutes." You begrudgingly scold him, "Shirt off, do you have lotion?"

It's a command you'd find brazen under any other circumstances. And honestly, it feels a bit brazen now, as Steve peels his shirt off like it's nothing more than a spiderweb he's clearing from a path. Like it doesn't mean anything to discard it. Like his chest isn't on display now, full and broad and decorated with hair.

"It's on my nightstand." He gestures to his room, "Don't, uh.. don't touch the pump."

"Steve!" Your stomach churns, "That's so fucking gross! How am I supposed to use it?"

"I'll pump it for you," He snaps, cheeks flaming red, "Just go get it!"

You handle the lotion bottle with great care, coming back out of his room only seconds later. You're thankful that the bottle itself isn't sticky, but you let Steve handle the pump so that a fair amount of product pools in your palm.

You grumble something that he can't quite catch, suspiciously sounding like 'fap lotion' as you set the bottle down on the floor beside the couch.

Steve stretches out at your command, but instead of draping himself over the couch, he drapes himself over you. He rests his head in your lap, your thighs pillowing his cheek as his lips squish against your jeans.

His back is now fully exposed, and though it may not be the cover of a fitness magazine, lathered in oil and overaccentuated, but it's a sight you can't look away from. His skin is smooth, freckled though. There's notches by his shoulders and down his spine, shifting and changing shape as he settles himself in your lap. His muscles tense and relax depending on where his arms are, and each one surges beneath his skin like the volts of electricity thrumming through your veins.

"This good?" He speaks softly, gruffly against your leg. It's not, it's everything you've ever feared when Steve has badgered you about getting a massage, but you don't have the power to say that.

All you do is nod, swallowing what little saliva is in your mouth.

He catches the movement from the corner of his eye, letting them drift shut as your hands spread lotion over his back. You're hesitant to touch him at first, your slick fingers ghosting over his flesh, but as soon as you've got a taste for the warmth of his skin, you're losing control. Your palm smooths over his back naturally, your fingers kneading firmly into his tense muscles. It draws an insanely guttural, raw groan from his throat, and you instantly decide it's the most pornographic sound that you've ever heard. It makes your stomach tense, and he feels the movement against his head, peering up at you concernedly.

"Y'okay, bug?" He brings his arms up from his sides, curling them around your back and squeezing himself tighter against you. You feel his head press against your thighs, nearly between them, and you shudder.

"Mhm," Is all you can muster, your eyes glued to the slick skin of Steve's back that's warm to the touch as your hands make easy work of his knots and cramps.

"Thanks for this, sweetheart." Steve breathes, his voice raspy and low, "Feels really fuckin' good."

"I'm glad," Your voice is barely there, lust barely contained in your tone, "Just relax, Stevie, 'gonna make you feel better."

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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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an unsurprising development

part two of a welcomed distraction

obi-wan x fem!reader

word count: 8.1k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (inappropriate use of the force kind of, fingering, blowjob) swearing, mention of death

a/n: you could probably read this on its own, but this is a second part to my first fic so you can read that here - thank you for bearing with me bc this took forever, also giant shout out again to @kyberblade for literally coming up with the plot for this and the entire ending, a genius if there ever was one!!!!! okayyyyyyy enjoy this

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“I’m so glad you could all come today.” You say in what Obi-Wan can only describe as your most queen-like tone. You look up at him, worry flashing across your face. “What is it now?”

“Nothing! It’s good. Keep going.” He says through his hand, and looks down, fixating on the very plain floors. He doesn’t have to look up at you to know you're flopping down on the bed, completely exhausted.

“I can’t do this. I totally can’t do this.” He hears you sigh, and pushes himself off the table. He’s been trying to help you create the perfect speech for the council, going through every small detail as you paced across the bedroom.

Anything you say will be what they are looking for - he wasn’t lying when he said you were always the golden child in their eyes. Nothing that he says seems to matter, though, because you are still just as stressed out as when you began this whole performance. He walks over, taking two steps and stopping at the end of the bed.

You lean up on your forearms, head laid back slightly to look up at him. Your face is pulled tight as your eyes find his own, and Obi-Wan has to remind himself of who is currently in the palace. Who could be just outside the door - the several dozen members of the Republic and Jedi council deliberating the placement of the new Jedi training academy.

He has to remind himself of these things, because all he can begin to think about is the memories of the few days before; how he stood over you just like this, in this very room. How he-

“Obi-Wan!” His face goes hot and he finds himself straightening, making his hands busy and adjusting the lightsaber strapped to his waist. “This is serious! I’m going to make a fool of myself in front of everyone I’ve ever truly admired!”

“That’s not true.” You tilt your head at him, and he has to stop talking for just a second to admire the sight. “Mace Windu was predisposed. He is no longer attending.”

He doges just in time to miss the pillow that comes flying at his head.

“This is a complete disaster. I should just cancel. It’s not like they can back out of the deal now, right?” He holds his position at the end of the bed as you shuffle down towards him, afraid moving will snap his very fragile grasp on his own self control. His eyes soften as he speaks again.

“You are not going to cancel.”

“But I really want to.” Obi-Wan smiles down at the queen in front of him. He thinks about how many people have seen you like this - vulnerable and nervous instead of the picture perfect royal persona he was so used to seeing in your addresses. He likes to think it’s just him.

“You're not. You are going to go outside and speak to the council like I have seen you speak to your people a thousand times before. You will do it with grace and integrity, how you always speak.” You crawl forward, coming up on your knees to be level with him. He can feel your breath on his face - your eyelashes fluttering against his skin as you press a kiss to his forehead.

“Are you sure I can’t tempt you, Master?” Obi-Wan’s breath gets stuck in his throat as he feels delicate hands slide down from the side of his face to his neck. Your hands continue down the front of his chest, intertwining with the many layers of robes that feel far too heavy on his shoulders.

You could tempt him. Stars - there isn’t much you couldn’t make him do. Not with the way he could feel your hands, soft and sure sliding lower and lower...

“We could skip the meeting. Hide out like we used to.” Obi-Wan tries to catch your eyes but they are too distracted, looking him up and down. He tries to swallow and croaks out a sentence he’s sure comes out far weaker than he planned.

“What is it that we would do instead?” Suddenly your hands go tight, fisting the material of his official robes and pulling him forward. His legs give out immediately, mattress sinking under the weight of both of you as you pull him onto his knees.

“I think we discovered I’m not very good with words. How about I-” Three quick knocks at the door interrupt him. Obi-Wan nearly faints; his head spinning so fast that he has to hold on to your waist to remain upright. At least, that’s how he justifies it.

“My lady, the Jedi are askin’ for ya. Should I tell them to leave, or would ya prefer me to yell at ‘em a bit more?” A drawling accent comes through the walls, and Obi-Wan recognises it as one of your personal guards. You were still looking at him, eyes hazy as you smiled and let your head fall to the side in exasperation.

“It’s okay, Silo. Tell them I’ll just be a minute.” He can’t help it - sliding his hands up to your neck, feeling your pulse racing under his fingers as he pulls you to him, kissing you slowly.

You manage a quick ‘thank you’ in dismissal and Obi-Wan sighs in relief as he hears the footsteps recede. It had only been a few days since he had first arrived on your home planet, since that night the two of you spent together, and as much as it is all he can think about, the only thing more consuming is the idea of having you again.

The past few days have been filled with chaos, and that wasn’t something Obi-Wan said lightly. Ever since he sent word that you had accepted the terms he came with, hundreds of Republic troops, advisors and generals had rushed the planet, all with hopes of catching a moment with the new queen and past Jedi academy legend. He hardly had more than five minutes alone with you since then, and he would be lying if he said it hadn’t been eating at him every moment.

He leans into the kiss, unable to hold himself back now he has a mere second to indulge himself. You let him move you, laying you down into the bed and sliding his tongue into your mouth, tasting every inch. You squeak in surprise as Obi-Wan spins you so you are straddling him, and he chases the sounds, letting one hand fall to your hip and grinding you down into him just slightly. He is rewarded with a soft moan into his mouth, and it makes him feel like a teenager again, the noise some kind of praise he desperately seeks to earn.

“Obi, we really have to-“ You cut off your own words with a final kiss, harder this time when you see the look that is probably spread across his face. He knows you have to go - the past few days are every indication of how fast this process is moving. The council meanders outside waiting for the meeting he told them would come, architects and Jedi knights roam the planet's safest parts, queuing their suggestions for the queen's new academy. There is too much to do. He knows this. But stars - you are too tempting. Distracting. “Obi-Wan.”

“Hm?” He has to blink his eyes a couple times, adjusting to the light in the room as he stares blankly at you, completely lost in the moment.

“We have to go.” Your words should be convincing, but your actions do nothing to show it. You lean in and kiss him again. “They are waiting right outside.”

Three more knocks at the door, and both of you sigh again, practically deflating.

“Are you ready, m’ lady?” The guards voice trails in softly, and it’s clear he doesn’t want to disturb you, but Obi-Wan can only imagine the council isn’t giving him a lot of choice. With your eyes still closed, you manage to reply.

“Yes! I’m - sorry, Silo. I’m coming now.” Obi-Wan misses the warmth of your body immediately as you swing off him and move towards the door, a devilish smile appearing on your face. “Come on, Master Kenobi. Time to shine.”

“You cannot call me that today. Not after-“ He watches in awe as a giant smile spreads across your face and you laugh, the sound filling the room. You reach for the door handle and slip outside before Obi-Wan can reply, and he’s left standing there with his jaw half open, wondering how in the Makers name he is going to control himself from now on.

He has to stay behind for a few minutes, collecting himself, but he finds the sight of the still unmade bed behind him only serves to his detriment, and practically sprints out into the corridor after you.

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“Master Yoda!” Obi-Wan watches as you flit to each member of the council, quickly finding his place to your right. “Have you gotten taller?”

“The same jokes, you still have.” Master Yoda comments, and his own version of a smile crosses his face as he bows to the queen in front of him.

Obi-Wan listens in to your passing conversations about your years since you had left the academy, and a warm fondness grows in his chest hearing about all the things you have done, all the things he has watched you do from afar. He catches the way your eyes flick to him whenever you get the chance, and the small wave of warmth that washes over him when you begin to get closer.

“We were so glad to hear of your acceptance of our proposal.” Plo Kloon stands to his left, shaking your hand and bowing his head.

“Well, I could hardly say no when you sent your very best.” You smile over at him, and his heart nearly stops at the sight. “Master Kenobi. It’s good to see you again.”

Obi-Wan stiffens, but manages a bow and a friendly smile; well, one he thinks is friendly but probably comes off more as painful. He’s never been very good at hiding his emotions.

“You as well, my lady.” You don’t meet his eye as he takes your hand and kisses it lightly, lips hardly brushing your skin. At least he wasn’t the only one having a difficult time controlling himself.

“We’re glad to have you back with us. Our only regret is not acting sooner, but with everything that happened…” Obi-Wan had almost forgotten anyone else was there, but he’s thankful Plo Kloon spoke again so that he didn’t make a complete fool of himself.

“Of course. It’s actually perfect timing.” You reply warmly, easing into your position in front of the council. “With everything settling into place from the last senate meeting, we’ve been looking into expanding foreign and domestic affairs in any means. This is a perfect avenue, not to mention a dream come true.”

“I’m glad. We know you will do well.” Kloon smiles and sits back, allowing you to take your queue as the rest of the council quiets down.

You begin speaking, and even though you fidget in your place and struggle to maintain eye contact with the council members, you speak with grace and an eloquence Obi-Wan was sure he could never imitate. You weren’t being judged on presentation, just the contents of your mind, and he never had a doubt the council would be blown away.

From the murmurs and sporadic rouses of agreement as you made your way through the points, he knew he was right.

He can tell you are nervous. The room falls back into a silence as you find your place again. You drop your hands in front of you, and that’s when Obi-Wan can tell. Behind the flowing blue gown, behind the silky hair and soft face, behind the crown and the title, you still had a nervous habit of picking your nails, and you were still that young Jedi in training that he fell in love with all those years ago.

Obi-Wan sucks in a sharp breath. Love? Stars - what is he thinking? He must be still reeling from the lack of sleep a few days ago. No, no it wasn’t the lack of sleep. It was you he was having trouble recovering from. He has no doubt the way he is now shifting on his seat and dropping his eyes from you is not helping your nerves, so he tries a different approach to calm you.

Letting his eyes close, he reaches out through the Force, finding your hands; trembling fingers buried together. He lets himself focus there, trying to ease the knot in your chest by wrapping himself around them. He can almost feel your skin against him; the energy becomes practically tangible as your hands untwine from themselves to allow him the room. He opens his eyes and looks to you, seeing how your shoulders relax, and your hand by your side flexes and relaxes, as if holding something.

It was hardly enough. Maybe for you, in this moment, the ghost of his hand against yours seems to be what it takes for you to calm down, your voice evening out as you continue your speech. It wasn’t enough to settle Obi-Wan, though. Not when he could feel you like this in his mind, your hands inexplicably soft as they glided along his skin just days ago.

It was like your proximity was his vice. He would sacrifice anything, even expose himself outright to the council not 3 feet away from him if it meant he could have you close again. That word floated through his mind again as he felt you tug on the Force-bond he had connected to your hand.

Love.

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he knew the meaning of the word. He had felt… things. Like that, before. Admittedly, most of those occasions had been with you, so it was hard to distinguish what was just a childhood crush, and what was real. This felt real - this moment, you holding his hand tightly, running your thumb over where his knuckles would be, soothing him even though you were the one who was giving the speech.

Obi-Wan had tried his best not to think about those kinds of feelings anymore - it had been something he never allowed himself to imagine for so long. He didn’t think that he could deny it any longer; not with you.

“Distracted you seem, Master Kenobi.” Obi-Wan doesn’t know how Yoda suddenly appears in front of him, but he was seemingly lost in his thoughts because your speech has ended and you were currently across the room, smiling widely while you spoke to the rest of the council.

“It is good to see you too, Master Yoda.” Kenobi stands, walking forward to answer him.

“Reasons, we had. Choosing you for this assignment.” The small man croaks from below him, and Obi-Wan doesn’t miss the subtle glance he throws in your direction. “You have done well.”

He nods and watches Yoda wander away. The man never does anything without purpose, and Obi-Wan doesn’t follow after him like would be expected. He said they had reasons for sending him to you.

Reasons - perhaps one’s that involved their knowledge about his infatuation with a certain queen. One that was quickly making her way back over to him now. When you reached him, you checked over your shoulder making sure no one was looking, and then practically started jumping in place, a winning smile shining on your face.

“Obi-Wan! Did you see - Holy shit!” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but laugh at the little dance you were doing as he offered you his arm, leading you out into the hallway. “I did it!”

“Of course you did. I never doubted you.” You look up at him, eyes wide.

“Well I doubted enough for the both of us, but turns out I’m basically an expert at talking about myself.”

“Who would have thought that?” You hit him on the arm and he laughs again - something he finds himself doing a lot around you. “Truly, you were amazing.”

“Thank you. I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t convinced me, though.” You leant on him a bit more, and the entire half of his body rushed with heat. In the corner of his eye, he saw Master Yoda standing at the entrance of the doorway, and he could have sworn he was watching the two of you as you rounded the corner. “So, where are we needed now?”

“Well, we could meet with the senators from the Outer Rim-”

“Maker, no. Anything but that.”

“That is not very diplomatic of you.”

“Fuck diplomatic; those guys suck.” Obi-Wan shakes his head, smiling as he leads you outside of the palace and down the steps, following the commotion further outside the city. In truth, he already had a plan. He figured after the stress of the speech you would need a place to let off some steam - and a place he could get you alone. “Wait - the senate hall is that way, Obi what-”

“It’s just up here.” The construction was being expedited by the Republic, and neither of you had had a chance to get away and see the progress. It just so happened that Obi-Wan had received word that one of his favorite areas of the academy had been finished.

Both of you begin to approach the construction site, and even Obi-Wan is surprised at the sheer size of it. Ships buzz around the exterior carrying panels and scaffolding, and there must be hundreds of people around and inside the site, small groups of all kinds gathering on different levels. The amount of construction is a testament to the Republic's commitment to the project - of how sure they are that this is the right decision.

“Just around here.” Obi-Wan leads you by the hand, the shadow of the giant building hiding you both from prying eyes. He finds the stairs, a spiral case leading downwards, and after a few minutes the flashes of sunlight streaming through water lead him through the dark.

As you both reach the end of the stairs, the area opens up to a fairly plain room. Dark concrete floor expands out in front of him, and three out of four walls copy the dark shade. What made this room special, though, was the giant wall of glass on the far right, showing that the room was completely submerged in water.

Every Jedi temple had an area like this, where the Mon Calamari could train and participate in academy meetings. Obi-Wan used to love this area when he was a Padawan. He would come down here when everyone had gone home, staring out into the water and meditating, or simply just using the waves to calm his mind.

“This is incredible.” Your voice echoes through the room as you slip past him. Light dances onto the dark floor, and every so often it catches your hair, reflecting the color in a rainbow, brightening it. “I missed this place.”

“I still use it on Coruscant.” That makes you spin back to him, a warm smile on your face.

“I hope they plan to add a bit of furniture down here though, considering how much time I’m going to practice here. Maybe a couch or something.”

“Already planning how to get out of work, I see.” You scoff at the comment and walk towards the glass panels, your size dwarfed in comparison.

“Just would prefer a place to sit back and watch as your students inevitably get their asses kicked by my students. A couch would be ideal.” Obi-Wan follows, coming up to stand beside you, laughing as you both look out into the water. The sun must be starting to set, because hues of pink and purple begin to stream into the room.

“Is that so?” You continue staring out into the water, but Obi-Wan catches the reminiscent smile on your face - thinking back to when your own lessons ended in casualties.

“I mean - I was at the top of my class, was I not? Besides, it’ll be good for them to see what real fighting looks like when they join me.” Obi-Wan bursts out laughing and so do you, but after a while he doesn’t think it was for the same reasons.

“If I didn’t know better, that would sound like a challenge.” Obi-Wan curls an eyebrow, and you tilt your head, trying to hide your smile.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You think you could beat me?”

“You may have been smarter, but I definitely had you beat in hand to hand.” Your jaw drops open, and your laughter starts to turn a little more shocked.

“Jedi aren't supposed to lie, Kenobi.” He can feel the way his face heats up as your tone gets a little lower, and he needs to know where this is going.

“Are you doubting me? I seem to remember our time at the academy very often ended with you falling - how do you usually put it? ‘Flat on your ass?’” You begin to move further into the room, walking backwards and your hand catches on his robes, tugging him along. Daring him to follow.

“Oh, I assure you I was pulling my punches. Couldn’t have beat poor little Obi-Wan in everything.” Obi-Wan returns your smirk, closing the gap between the two of you. He hears you gasp as he gets closer and Maker this is exactly what he has been waiting for. No one else can come down here - he finally has you all to himself.

Emboldened by the circumstance, he takes another step, pressing himself against you. Lightly, he drags his fingertips up your side, taking his time, and when he finally reaches your neck, he tightens his grip just slightly and brings you forward, his breath grazing the shell of your ear.

“Let me take you up on that challenge, then.” He feels you shiver and he steps away, sinking into a relaxed stance, smirking down at you. It takes you a second to recover your previous bravado, but when you realize what he wants you move, squinting playfully at him.

“You asked for this. Remember that.” He flicks his head in a nod, and you don’t hesitate to make the first move.

You were always on the offensive. Obi-Wan was prepared for that. You swung and he ducked, time after time. This was exactly why he knew he could control this situation. Of course, you matched him in skill - your posture, technique; everything was perfect, except you seemed to be forgetting just who you challenged. He would never tell you, but he could read you so easily here. You let your guard down with him and him alone, and he would never use that against you. Except here.

You swung again with a little more power behind the punch, and again he easily evaded. He could tell you were getting angry - you always fought angry. You threw another punch, and he saw the opportunity in a split second. You were off balance, only for a second but he took it and ran, the slight competitiveness he always had with you taking hold. He grabs your arm and yanks you forward before throwing you over his shoulder, ensuring he keeps his hand under your head to soften the blow.

He was on top of you in the next instant, securing your arms above your head and keeping you in a hold with your back pressed into the floor. You were breathing hard, and your body was squirming underneath him, trying to regain the upper hand.

“Something wrong, princess?” He smirks above you, and he watches the nickname process in your mind.

“I’m a queen now.” You say through gritted teeth. That was another thing he remembered about fighting with you. You were always a sore loser.

“Oh, so now I have the pleasure of saying I took down a planet's sole ruler in less than - what was it, thirty seconds?” You squirmed a final time, and an exasperated breath makes your lungs deflate in exhaustion. He feels himself get closer to you, shuffling down on your body.

“I’m out of practice.” Your head rolls to the side. “Plus, I’m wearing a dress. It’s hardly fair.”

“Let me help you take it off, then.” Obi-Wan practically purrs the words, dropping his face to be within inches of your own. You were still breathing just as hard as before, he could feel it underneath him.

“Are you always so inappropriate with your sparring partners? I don’t remember it like this.” He tries to maintain some semblance of control when he shuffles down all while keeping your arms pinned. He leans down further, so close he can run the tip of his nose just under your jaw, making you shiver.

“If you're going to return to teaching, it is integral to your training that I help you find your concentration. I am only doing my duty.” The words fall against your skin, and Obi-Wan's grip loosens on your hands, sliding his own down your arms. Your skin is softer than anything he has ever felt, and when he finally trails down to your collarbone, he cannot help himself.

He takes his time, now that he finally has it. His fingertips slip underneath the straps of your dress, nearly getting lost in how many intricate details he needs to undo. Your breath catches as one side drops to the ground, half of the ties and strings coming undone with his movement. The action ripples down the side of the dress, slowly revealing skin until it stops where his thigh meets your hip bone. The fabric pools onto the floor, and he can see the rapid movement of your ribcage, making him smile at how restless he is.

“Relax, my love.” He whispers and you do, completely under his control. He can feel it through the Force, how open you are being with him, letting him in wherever he asks. He can feel how strong you are, the familiar feeling from when he first trained with you a welcomed one. He finally lets his mouth meet your skin, just above your collarbone, and you both let out a long breath of relief.

“Stop fucking with me, Obi-Wan.” At that, he stops. You try to sit up, but the way he’s on top of you doesn’t let you get far.

“You want me to stop?”

“Oh m- No, I want you to hurry up.” He smiles, letting his eyes wander down your body. The one he’s wanted his entire life, and now gets to look at, touch. He wouldn’t let anyone rush him - not even you.

“I think being Queen has started to get to your head. Do you always get what you want so easily?”

“Always.” You purr, and your hands pull his face to yours. Obi-Wan lets you have it, if only to indulge himself. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as he leans down on his forearms. The kiss is desperate, and he doesn’t care how he sounds when he moans into your mouth as your hips start to move underneath him. That is, until you start to try and wriggle out from his hold, hoping to flip him over.

“Not so fast. I still won this fight, didn’t I?” He sees your eyes roll, a half ditch effort with how heavy they were in anticipation.

“Fine. Whatever.”

“Excuse me?” Obi-Wan doesn’t know where it comes from - maybe all the time he’s spent in rooms full of commanders and officers, but his tone almost sounds… demanding? Before he can decide how he feels about it, though, you seem to have already made up your mind.

“I’m sorry, Master Kenobi.” Oh stars- there’s that word again. Coming from anyone else’s mouth, it is only a title that reminds him of how much responsibility rests on his shoulders, but the way you say it - every muscle in his body contracts on instinct. You blink up at him, a small smile on your face and he suddenly remembers it’s his turn.

“Much better.” Rewarding you - and himself for his restraint, he chucks the rest of the dress over to the side, leaning down to kiss you again. Your neck lifts off the floor, chasing his movements and he presses into you, giving you as much of himself as he can. A small whimper slips from you as he holds you down, Obi-Wan's hands traveling freely down your now exposed body.

He moves down, giving him just enough room for his hand to slip below your underwear. You are hot, and warm, and waiting for him - his fingers easily parting you and finding your center in one quick movement. The confident strokes of his hand - now in time with the way he’s kissing you has your gasps echoing in the room. Obi-Wan wishes he could hear nothing else for the rest of eternity.

The sun is still setting outside, and as he opens his eyes to look down at you, your face is freckled with glints of the pink sunlight streaming through the water. He’s never seen anything more picture-perfect in all of his life. He keeps the pace of his hand, touching you just how he knows you like and watches in admiration as your face screws up and your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Your breathing gets quicker, and he can feel your entire body react to what he’s doing to you. Your energy is running rampant around him - the slight aggression still fumbling around in your head overtaking the waves of pleasure that he was giving you. Either way - your mind was filled with him, and that’s exactly how he wanted it.

“I th- oh fuck I’m so close-“ You gasp out, back arching and hips moving against his hand. Obi-Wan tries his best to focus solely on you and your pleasure, but the way you're moving and saying his name has his dick harder than ever. He can see you here - last time, he was overwhelmed with the sensation of you for the first time, and he’s afraid he didn’t take in the sight enough, but here he has you pinned. He wants to soak in the image, commit it to memory, the way you look up at him with glazed eyes, and how your body moves in every way, seeking him out subconsciously.

“You’re alright, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” Obi-Wan leans down to coo in your ear, and with one glorious sounding moan of his name, you're cumming in his hand. It’s tight and hot, and he can feel your abdomen tightening with the intensity.

With how focused he was on you and your energy, he feels the effects of your orgasm in his mind, and the feeling is enough to have him stripping off his clothes and abandoning all pleasantries, needing to feel even an inch of what you just projected.

When you blink up a couple times at him, he can see you realizing what he’s in the middle of. He pauses, allowing your mind to focus and make sure you are okay with it. He needed to be closer. To feel parts of you he never had-

“Stand up.” Obi-Wan is almost completely naked when you speak the command, your fingertips running gentle lines up and down his abdomen. He does what you ask, half curious and half concerned. Did he do something? Everything about your Force was enthusiastic, but perhaps he had misread the situation- “Maker, I can hear you, too, you know.”

On shaking legs, Obi-Wan finds his footing. You don’t follow him, only shifting to be on your knees in front of him. The sight is enough to make him buckle - you, naked, your expensive dress thrown carelessly in a pile next to his robes, licking your lips and leaning forward towards him.

“Can I take these off, Master Kenobi?” Obi-Wan is sure his eyes pop out of his head. The reality in front of him is something he had hardly let himself dream about - the idea so lewd and unimaginable that he didn’t know what to do except nod. You smiled up at him as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his pants, and pulled everything down, leaving him as exposed as you were.

The hot fan of your breath mingled with your innocent eyes already had him groaning. You started with small touches - not on his length, which was so hard it was practically painful, but on his thighs. Kissing skin no one had ever touched before, you took your time; kneeling before him, worshiping him with your mouth. He was certainly feeling some kind of spiritual with you looking at him like that.

All of a sudden, your mouth was on him. He lurched forward, a loud growl of approval leaving his mouth before he could stop it. His hand fell on the top of your head to hold himself upright, but he went to take it away. He honestly wasn’t sure if he could stand for much longer - your mouth was so gods damn warm and soft, his grip on reality fading fast, but he didn’t want to push you farther than you could go. He had no idea what to do, completely at your mercy as you took him further into that sweet mouth of yours, gasping your name when his tip hit the back of your throat.

You held him there, not moving as you looked up at him. Sharp, small breaths were the only thing Obi-Wan could muster, his fists balling at his sides, unsure of what to do with himself. He was grateful you could read him so well - your hands guiding his back into your hair, showing him how hard he could pull and tug at the soft strands. You moaned on his length when he finally held you of his own volition - and that’s when you began to move.

Stars - this was better. Much better. His head fell back as the pleasure seeped into every part of him. His hands held tightly to your head as you slowly slipped him almost all the way out of your mouth, only to take him back in entirely. You kept going, keeping your eyes wide and on him.

“Fuck. You are just-“ You moaned, mouth full of him. The vibrations were almost too much, his whole body twitching in response. He’s never felt something quite like the way he feels when he’s inside of you. It’s like all of the best feelings in the world, all the times combined and hot, flooding his being. He can’t feel anything but you, and he’s obsessed with it.

Your tongue slides over the head of him, cheeks hollowing out as you suck on his tip. He could feel himself being shoved over that familiar edge, and his eyes screwed shut in an effort to remain upright.

“I’m not- oh stars, I can’t last. I need to-“ You were nodding your head, furrowing your eyebrows like you wanted it. Wanted him to fill your mouth, finish down your throat. Nodding like you needed it as badly and as desperately as he did. His right mind left him, he began rocking his hips into your mouth ever so slightly. He was greedy - he needed more and more of you, as much as you would give him, but he didn’t know what was too much-

Your free hand rested on the small of his back, shoving his hips towards your mouth. Encouraging his movements. He saw white as he began to follow your hand into his thrusts.

You were moaning, he only knew because he could feel it. He couldn’t hear it, not over the sound of himself almost shouting your name into the echoing room. He moved into the warmth of your mouth, and with the end so fucking close, the sound of you gagging softly as his tip reached the back of your throat hurtled him into the end zone.

He came with only your name on his tongue, on his mind. You were all over him, inside and out, wrapping around him like a blanket of electricity and pleasure. He was using you to stay upright, feeling you swallow the evidence of his orgasm as soon as he gave it to you like the sweet girl you were. At the thought, you blink up at him, and Obi-Wan swears he sees you smile a little.

When you take your mouth off him, he collapses onto his knees in front of you immediately. Both of you somehow curl into the same position on the floor, using your discarded clothes as a mattress to keep your naked bodies off the cold infrastructure. He’s breathing so hard, trying to find his way back to reality, and you turn around to face him, tucking a bit of hair out of his face and behind his ear.

“A couch in here would be useful right about now, huh?” You say after a moment, and he kisses you. It’s slow, and you taste like him.

“You have a point.” He manages to get out, and you laugh in his arms. A sweet, echoed sound surrounds him, and he watches in adoration as you giggle at your own comment, sliding closer in his arms.

“We probably have to go back up soon. People will start to wonder where we have gone.”

“Let them.” Obi-Wan pulls you to him.

“You know, once the building of the academy is over, I’ll need a lot of one on one time with an experienced Jedi knight to practice my hand to hand. Seems I’ve gotten a bit rusty over the years.” You smile, kissing the tip of his nose. He blushes. He can’t help it.

“Is that so?” You nod, your head falling into the crook of his neck.

“I was wondering if you could ask Plo Kloon if he was free.” Obi-Wan groans, rolling his eyes as you start to laugh again.

He thinks about that sound - your laugh, and how many years he had waited to hear it in person again. As you begin to talk about your next moves together, how the rest of your days will be spent side by side, it reminds him of the best days of his life, and how they were all spent with you. He remembers how you both did just this - planning your lives together, and how excited it used to make him even then, let alone now when it was his reality.

He used to think those days were behind him. That he had lived the best part of his life, and he wouldn’t have you back. Wouldn’t be able to hear that laugh again. Yet, here you are, in his arms discussing teaching strategy, and it makes two things very clear.

One, is that maybe he was wrong. His best days could very well be still in front of him.

Two, was that he was in love with you. Utterly and completely.

Maybe he would tell you today, maybe in a year from now. It didn’t matter - because you had that time, and he would spend the rest of his days showing you in a million different ways. He had lost too much time already, and with the way you were looking at him now, he already had ideas of how to make up for it.

two months later

“One more time and you can go, guys!” You tell the class of 21 younglings, who all nod eagerly and get into position. You try to contain your grin as they quickly shuffle around the room, hardwood floors squeaking as they rush back to the center. “Begin!”

Working their way across the floor, each youngling seamlessly recreates the fighting combination you had taught them just a few hours ago. It wasn’t how you thought - teaching young Force-sensitive kids. You had assumed there would be more resistance, more challenges to your commands, but every single one of them wanted to be here. They wanted to learn, and they were like adorable little sponges, soaking in every move you made.

Obi-Wan stood in the corner, silently observing his Padawan, Anakin, while helping out with small corrections that you might have missed while instructing. As you prompt each student to take their turn, you look up at Obi-Wan, who has a giant grin on his face, staring right at you. You tilt your head, a silent question, but the sight just makes you giddy, and you nearly forget the class full of students in front of you.

‘You’re good at this.’ Obi-Wan’s voice travels into your mind, a trick you have both been able to master over the past few weeks. Your face feels hot at the compliment, and as the last student completes their drill, you dismiss the class and walk over to him.

A chorus of ‘thank-you master!’s echo through the room as the children scramble to get outside, catching the last hour of sunlight before dinner. Watching them run off, you see Anakin hanging behind, smiling up at his Master as you approach. For only being 12 years old, he is one of the strongest children you had ever seen, so of course he would only get the best teachers.

“You mean it? Like really, really mean it?” Obi-Wan sighs and seemingly nods his head even though he doesn’t want to agree to whatever Anakin Skywalker has convinced him of.

“Only if you listen to every single lecture Master Yoda gives tomorrow. And falling asleep does not count as listening.” Anakin grins, turning around and sprinting towards the door, waving at you as he flies past.

“I’m almost afraid to ask.” You say and he sighs again, looking around the room to ensure it is empty.

“He wore me down. I am getting far too old for this.”

“Okay, now I have to know.” His hand falls to your hip as he pulls you toward him, his body pressing against yours in a way you haven’t been given the pleasure of feeling in weeks. With all the people and classes and finishing touches on buildings, you and Obi-Wan have hardly had a minute alone. That is, besides that one hour in the storage room below the training quarters…

“He’s wanting me to teach him to fly a fighter jet.” You burst out laughing, taking no pity on your Jedi Knights pained face.

“Oh Stars. I’ve seen that kid on a speeder bike. I hope you have your will written.” He groans, dropping his head to your shoulder. Your hands snake up his back and run through his hair, and you feel him relax against you. “I miss you even when your right in front of me, you know.”

“Believe me. There isn’t a moment that goes by that I am not reminded of how little I get to see you.” This time, you do take pity on his expression, only because you know exactly how he’s feeling.

“I’m free tonight. Builders are finally finished in the palace.” You kiss his jaw, then his cheek as he finally picks up his head, looking down at you.

“I am suddenly available as well.” His eyes are wide and his hands tighten on your hips, making you laugh.

“Yeah?”

“Well, I am sure the council doesn't need me. Even if they do, they will not find me.” Your lips were nearly touching, only the worry of being caught kept you from tackling him right here and having him on the floor. He blushes as you realize your minds are still somewhat connected, and he sees the images of what you would do to him if you were alone. “Yes, they will definitely not be finding me tonight.”

“Is that a blush I see, Master Kenobi?” He presses his forehead to your own, and you close your eyes. You stay like that for a second, happy to soak in the purity of the moment. You were finally settled as a teacher in the newly constructed Jedi temple, and Obi-Wan was by your side. He would always be by your side.

“Always around you.” He murmurs into your skin, wrapping his arms tight around the small of your back. You lean back, taking his face in your hands. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

“Okay.” You keep his face in front of yours, fingers tucking his hair behind his ear. He had been letting it grow out these past few weeks, and you loved how the extra length meant some of it fell around his face. He sucked in a breath, but you were too distracted by his hair to notice how nervous he looked.

“I know it’s been a strange few months, but every second I spend with you reminds me of - of how much I-“ He squeezes his eyes shut, and the way his energy feels around you reminds you of how you felt giving your speech just a few months ago. Nervous and a little sick. “What I am trying to say, is that-“

“I love you, Obi-Wan.” His eyes go even wider, and his jaw goes slack as you interrupt him.

“What?” His voice is breathless, like he’s just run a marathon.

“I love you. I just- I wanted to say it, before you kept going. You can go now.”

“That… you-“ He shakes his head, laughing a little and you let him process. It’s not like you were expecting him to say it back, it has only been a few months, and sure, they had been the best months of your life, but if he didn’t feel- “I cannot believe you just interrupted me.”

“What?”

“You really have to beat me to everything, don’t you?” His face was smacked with a dumbfounded grin. “I’m trying to tell you I love you, and you just come out and beat me to it.”

“I-“ For once, you were lost for words. He’s still laughing as he pulls you toward him, no longer thinking about who could walk in, and kisses you deeply, with all the emotion he didn’t get to say. “Shit. I’m sorry, Obi I-“

“Stars, don’t apologize.” He kisses you again, still smiling. “I love you.”

“It sounds so much better when you say it.” He picks you up and spins you around, your laughter filling the room as you lose yourself in the moment. He loves you - and you love him, and no matter what happens next, you know for a fact that would always be true.

Taking his hand in your own, you lead him out of the room. The spiral staircase disappears behind you as you both sprint up, laughing like teenagers, racing through the halls to get back to your palace undetected. Obi-Wan pushes you up against the wall, covering your mouth with his free hand until two of your guards walk past, kissing you quickly before beginning to run again.

It was that kind of happiness that you had been missing all this time, the kind that blinded you to the complications or the people that might not approve. It was a sort of happiness that you hadn’t felt since your time before becoming queen, and as Obi-Wan finally got you past the last of your guard and opened the door to your bedroom, you recognised the feeling was back, and you would do whatever it takes to keep it around this time. No distractions.

Well, maybe one.

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Another Reality

Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: America found a rather interesting multiverse. One, which Steven never would have believed existed if he didn't see it with his own two eyes.

"So, you are from the multiverse." The Stephen standing in front of them looked, a little younger somehow and tired, very tired.

Wong eyed the man before turning to America.

"Where did you bring us this time?"

"I don't know. I still don't have full control over my power." argued the girl, but Stephen was looking at his other version.

"So, what is your life like? Did you marry Christine?"

"Christine?" laughed the other Strange. "No, she married someone, has two children know. I found someone else."

"Wait, you are married?" asked Wong.

"Yes." he showed his ring. "After Christine got married, I realized, while yes I do love her, I cannot be alone forever, so, I found someone else, or rather she found be but, none the less, I am married, happily at that."

Stephen couldn't wrap his head around this. How could he find someone? No one compared to Christine in his mind.

"Sweetheart, that's my ear, please." all turned to the voice, seeing a young woman walk into the room with a baby grabbing onto her earring.

The baby girl was obviously very interested in her mother's silver earring as it did not want to let go even when her hands were pulled away.

"Is she troubling you?" asked your husband.

"Not really, she should be sleeping but-" and then you noticed the people in the room. "What did you do?" you turned to your husband with a little angry expression.

"Why do you think I did something?" asked the man, offended. You gave him a look but then he nodded. "Right, okay, but this time, I swear it wasn't me."

"Hi. Are you the wife?" asked America as she walked over to you. "Cute baby." you gave her a smile.

"I like your pin." you said noticing the pin of her jacket. "Would you like to hold her? She likes to grab things so be warned."

America got the baby and smiled as the kid laughed and toucher her cheek.

"I like her." she turned to her Stephen and Wong as she held the little girl.

"Darling?" turned your husband to you.

"Hm?"

"We need to help them get home, do you have the spellbook?"

"Did you check my room?"

"I rather not go into your room, Dear. I feel like I enter Satan's lair every time I do."

"I don't sacrifice stuff, Stephen. You are saying that because of the candles and the dark walls, but I'm nothing but an ordinary witch, you know that."

Stephen rolled his eyes before he turned to his other self and Wong.

"She says that but she killed Thanos' entire army with a snap of her finger.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you turned to your guests.

"Would you like something to eat? I made some lasagna yesterday."

"YES!" America turned and yelled so loud, your baby got scared and started to cry. America panicked and tried to hand you back the kid, but your husband was faster. You walked to the kitchen to get the food ready.

He held his daughter and lulled her back to sleep.

Stephen and Wong watched the scene, as this small delicate little thing calmed down and started to play with her father's necklace. They watched as he placed a kiss on top of her head.

"Eat with us, then I will make her get the book from that room."

"I heard that." you yelled from the kitchen.

Throughout the entire day, America, Wong and Stephen just watched the couple. You and your Stephen got along very well, even if you did bicker from time to time, they could tell, the love was real. And the best proof of that was the little girl in your arms. The baby was the reason you two were so sleepy, you told them many stories, you told them the story of how you gave birth.

"He freak out! He started running up and down, opening portal to every possible dimension other than the hospital." you laughed.

"I did not freak out!"

"Oh, he did. I laughed so hard, but then I also felt the pain. Eventually, I got to the hospital and was able to finally give birth. He was there all along, holding my hand, making sure we were both okay. And then we could finally hold her."

"Most precious thing in my life." your husband nodded.

The three smiled at the couple and Stephen knew, he might need to rethink his life choices.

Finally America would be able o open the portal, so they could go home.

Your husband stepped over to Stephen before they left and said. "Find her."

And soon, Stephen was standing in his Sanctum once again.

His Sanctum, quiet, no laugher or bickering, no baby or wife. Just him. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and the child, about how that could be his reality.

Wong headed back to Kamar-Taj with America, not making a single comment. He trusted his friend enough to know what they just saw will be important to him.

And so, Stephen headed out into the world, trying to find the ordinary witch who will give a new purpose to his life.

Part 2

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morning-sun-brah · 1 year

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Here's my entry for the All 4-1 Challenge

Hosted by: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @nittleboo @tmnt-tychou and @post-apocalyptic-daydream

Warnings; A little NSFW, a lot more angst than I was expecting, and definitely more fluff. Also an ATLA joke thrown in for @ordin-arily

Reader and Leo are in their mid 20's. Minors DNI!!

Hope you all like this! I chose the prompt; Reader continually uses TERRIBLE pick up lines on your choice of turtle, trying to drop the hint.

Rise Leo x Reader

On a Scale from One to America...

Leon going back to his usual charming self after a Kraang invasion had… taken a while.

He’d still been a quippy little fucker, to be sure. But with every new threat it was as though a little piece of his joy had been chipped away. And just because Kraang had been an actual nightmare, it didn’t stop New York from being a hotspot for criminal activity.

By the time he’d turned 17 the streets were full of rats, all under the control of some nutcase who called himself the Rat King, and he’d been almost 19 when that maniac had finally been put away for good. Then he’d spent the next three years dealing with a now adult Baxter Stockboy (who insisted he be called Stockman but like that was ever going to happen), whose mousers had run him and his brothers out of their lair and had almost killed April in the climax of it all.

They’d had only a two month stint of peace after that, and then, on the cusp of 22, some asshole who called himself New Shredder had decided he had a real vendetta against him and his brothers (get in line bud), and he’d once again nearly died trying to save his family. He’d nearly bled out all over the new lair and Donatello and Raph had disappeared for a week while he was healing- only to return with the grim assurance that New Shredder was no longer an issue (and Leo had refused to ask for details, not with the way Donnies eyes had glinted with malice when he’d opened his mouth to do so).

And now Leo is 24 and….

Fuck… had he ever been funny?

Any coping mechanisms he’d gained in childhood had turned quickly into just cope, and one liners were pushed to the side while in constant pursuit to keep his brothers alive. Make it another day. Keep breathing. Keep going.

It’s not about me.

So when he’d met you, it had been… jarring.

“I swear I know you,” you’d told him, standing near the harbor, the lights of Alberto Land flickering in the distance, and Leo had just raised a brow ridge.

“I’m literally out on the streets everyday saving this city’s ass.”

“No, no,” you dismissed him with a wave, “That isn’t it. We’ve definitely met.”

Before Leo can answer, you snap your fingers.

“Oh! I know! You look just like my next boyfriend.”

Leave it to April to make friends with a comedian.

But his brothers had all snickered, flocking to your easy wit and charm, and Leo had been unable to keep you away from them.

And truth be told, Leo was intrigued.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Leo glares.

“If not I’d be happy to-”

“Stop, no. That’s terrible!”

But you’d laughed and shrugged, throwing your arms around Mikey when he’d lifted you off the ground and twirled you about.

“April,” Leo had told her one night on patrol. “Your friend is broken.”

But April looked a little sad when she smiled at him.

“You sure it’s her?”

And yeah, that stung. Leo used to be like this. He used to be like you. Funny. Outgoing.

Happy.

Part of him hated you for being such a stark reminder of all he’d lost.

One night at Run of the Mill, you’d bounded up to him and with all the subtlety of a rock through a window had said, “I forgot my library card!”

“This is a pizza pla-”

“Now I can’t check you out!”

“I’ll fucking murder you.”

But he’d been unable to hide the little smile. When you’d looked victorious, he’d drown the look in a pitcher of beer, face pinched in a tight frown.

With the passing of his 25th birthday, Leo is finding the quiet on the villain front… concerning. He knew that it wasn’t a matter of if the next threat would come, but when it would show itself.

But the lull continued, and in it there was suddenly an abundance of free time. Free time where Mikey cooked nonstop and Donnie invented and Raph took up knitting. Free time where his brothers dragged him to bars and clubs and theme parks. Free time where he was forced to partake in comic cons and wrestling matches and art galleries.

Free time that felt wrong. Where was the next threat? Where was the next villain- if not on the distant horizon?

And through all this free time, all these leisure activities, there you were, like a cold he couldn’t shake. Plaguing his life with unwavering joy that always seemed like a spotlight on what he used to be.

“Pretty sure I’m getting a parking ticket,” you tell him one night in the lair, and when he doesn’t respond, just looks at you with a bored expression, you add, “because you’re so fine.”

Leo snorts. “That was awful.”

“Did it work?”

“It did not.”

Maybe it had worked a little, he decides later, fist tugging over his cock in the silence of his room, the whine of your name escaping his lips.

“You’ve gotta stop bringing her around,” he tells April, looking out at the living room where you sprawl over the couch, bare feet trying to pinch Donatello’s thigh while he growls at you to knock it off.

“Why? She loves you guys!”

Leon’s eyes narrow. “She’s gonna get hurt.”

“How?!” April had exclaimed. “Nothing’s going on!”

If possible, Leo’s frown deepens.

“Now why would you jinx us like that?”

“Leo,” April says with a sigh. “Even if another big bad shows up… she's an adult. She gets to choose if she wants to be in the line of that danger.”

That had done nothing to help Leo’s worry. It was incessant. Nagging. Something was going to happen. Something was bound to happen. They were Mutant Ninja Turtles. They lived a life that was not at all reflected of the peace they seemed to indulge in now.

But the peace stretched.

“Hey Leo, I heard you have a bone to pick with me,” you asked one night, the glow of a movie lighting up the hall from the living room to the kitchen, where you’d found him.

“If this is a pick up line…”

“Oooooohhhh, you’re right! That would have worked! Okay wait!” You flatten your hair and smooth out your smile.

“Hey Leo,” you say again, voice dropping to a sultry tone, cocking your hip. “I heard you have a bone for me.”

Leo shakes his head. “That is actually terrible.”

“No, no, you’re supposed to say; I don’t! Why would you think that? And then I’ll say; Oh then what’s that in your pants?”

It’s the moment he finally breaks.

Leo laughs.

“I hate you,” he says with a smile, and you smile back.

“Look at that, you look so nice when you smile.”

Something that feels like melancholy tugs at his heart.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’ll have to try it more often.”

And he does.

“You guys are from Tennessee, right?”

Leo shakes his head and presses his lips together.

“No.”

“Cause you’re the only TEN I SEE… Get it? Ten I see, Tennessee?”

“I got it,” Leo says, and he grins.

And he does smile more when you’re around. And he laughs, and he feels a little more at ease, a little less worried.

And his brothers notice.

“Look at you, Leon! I don’t think I’ve heard you laugh like that since we were kids!”

Leave it to Mikey to point it out.

“I laugh!” Leo insists.

Mikey gives what Leo feels is a very placating nod.

“Yeah, sure. Don’t worry bro, I think she likes you too.”

Leo hates that his baby brother hadn’t even needed to say your name to get his point across. He has to wonder, after that, how much his brothers encourage you, because your pick up lines get progressively more risque.

“Nice pants Leon! Think I can talk you out of them?”

“You look like you’re feeling down, want me to feel you up?”

Halloween makes its appearance, and in line to a horror movie you turn to him and ask, “Are you a haunted house?”

Leo squints at you. “Am I a haunted house? Where is this going?”

“Cause I’d scream if you were in me.”

Leo turns nearly as red as the stripes over his eyes.

“Too far?” you ask, also blushing.

“Keep it up,” he chokes out. “Keep on playing games and you’ll find out.”

“I don’t play games,” you tell him, both of you ignoring the way Raphael titters into his fist- clearly having heard the exchange. “I quit school cause of recess.”

“Oof, that’s rough buddy.”

He’s seeing your face a lot more when he jacks off though, and that is probably not a good thing. It’s there every time he closes his eyes and grips his cock, your name falling from his lips over and over like a chant or a prayer.

Then it’s a cold and snowy winter, and you’ve apparently had time to find more material to use on him.

“Had a doctor's appointment,” you tell him conversationally, flopping next to him on the couch, and he might be fooled if your lips weren’t already twitching.

“Yeah? You need a lobotomy?”

“Nah, Vitamin D deficiency. Think you can help?”

“... Vitamin D…?”

You just look at him, waiting, and finally it clicks.

“Ah. Vitamin D, got it.”

“D like dick,” you clarify.

“It’s less funny if you have to explain it.”

“But it is still funny, right?”

“Mmmhmm, you’re a regular Jimmy Fallon.”

“You take that the fuck back!”

You’re hitting him on the arm, pressing fingers into his skin and making him laugh, and by the time his brothers join you in the living room he’s got you pinned on the couch, tickling your sides and telling you to say uncle.

“Did we interrupt something?” Donnie asks with a smirk.

Leo shoots away from you, yelping “No!” at the same time you say “Yes!”

Leo takes a lot of hot showers that winter.

Spring comes, and it finally happens.

He’s supposed to stop by your apartment and portal you to the comic con, thereby avoiding all the pesky New York traffic from Brooklyn to Midtown.

“Hold on,” you call from your bathroom. “Can’t decide on which Jupiter Jim shirt.”

“Yeah, no rush!”

He looks around, snooping in your fridge for a bottled water and chuckling when he sees you’ve hung up the photo booth pictures from last summer on your fridge. The two of you looked… happy. Leo looked happy. And you looked at him like he was the sun. Like he wasn’t broken or damaged.

You looked at him like you were in love.

From behind him, he hears you clear your throat, and with a glance over his shoulder he sees you standing with hands on hips and a smile.

Something in Leo’s chest tightens. You’re so carefree. You’re so beautiful. You're his age, and you’d never had to worry about keeping your family safe. You didn’t have crows feet and a brow-chasm etched into your face from years of constant worry. Where Leo had spent the last handful of years bulking up so he’s be a veritable tank of a turtle, you were soft, pliant in all the places he was not

And yet…

“Are you thirsty?”

Here you were, about to use some awful, ridiculous pick up line on him.

On him.

“I’m broken.”

He just says it, because he needs you to understand.

Your smile falters a bit, lips tilting into a frown.

“Uh… what?”

“I’m broken. I don’t… I don’t know what you want from me.”

And maybe that had been the issue all along.

There is quiet that surrounds the two of you.

“I don’t think you’re broken.” You say.

You fiddle with the belt loops of your jeans, then add, “You know that we have met, right? Before all this?”

Leo can only shake his head.

“When… when Baxter sent out all those Mousers. You got a few of them off me, grabbed me up, and said- From one to America, how free are you tonight.”

Leo can’t help but make a face.

“Stop. I did not.”

You give him a warbling little laugh.

“Yeah, you did. And… even though it was a stupid little joke… I dunno. I wasn’t afraid anymore.”

You’re just looking at him, and Leo wishes he could remember what you’ve recalled. He’d have been 20, maybe a little younger or a little older, and that tracked. Life had yet to wear him down fully at that point. Of course he’d saved some young, pretty girl, and made some dumb joke before portaling off to play hero.

“So when we met again… and you didn’t look happy… I guess I just wanted to…”

You trail off, and Leo can’t help but ask, “Fix me?”

“No,” you whisper with a shake of your head. “You aren’t broken. But… you’re afraid? I just wanted to make you… happy.”

Leo does not cry. That would be stupid. In fact, he’s pretty sure he has allergies, because that is the best explanation for the way his throat seems to close up.

He does grab you up though. Pulls you to his plastron and holds you there like you’re a life line. Like you’re a buoy in an endless ocean, shelter in a raging storm.

He holds you tight and close, his grip on you firm, and when you rub your hands over the lip of his shell he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from sobbing into your neck like an actual baby.

When he can speak without fear of his voice breaking, he clears his throat and asks, “So, on a scale of one to America-”

Before he can finish you are pulling back, grabbing his cheeks, and standing on tiptoes to press your lips to his.

“Forever, Leo. For you, I’m free forever.”

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k0komis · 1 year

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Reader who's an esteemed researcher in snezsnaya was helping dottore in the new project assigned by the tsaritsa.

The two have the same level of intelligence but so does their ego so they argue a lot, but this one particular day, it got so worse, both of them trying to prove themselves correct they ended up hate fucking on his office.

Not really a big fan of hate fucking so at the middle of it they realize they admire each other's intelligence and skill it's just that their ego is too big for them to admit it.

In the end they do actually like each other 🤭

❦ Tfw ego gets in your way ❦

A/N : Anon your genius! Sorry for the delay I had some practicals going on. Also since you mentioned them being on-par, I made them have quite the self control (i.e. no cockdrunk reader).

Warnings : MINORS BEGONE | Fem-Bodied Reader, Explicit sex, Rough sex, Blowjobs, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Anal and No lube because it's Dottore, There's no Dom/Sub, Y'all being mean to each other, Mentions of questionable research, Dialogue heavy, Swearing

What could possibly go wrong, you had asked yourself. Turns out everything. You had been working on a project that required the subject to be kept in very specific conditions. Well, they escaped due to the negligence of your assistants. Added to that was the arrogance if your research partner, Dottore.

You were renowned for being a hard working researcher, having many years of experience in the Fatui. But you always were in the shadow of your senior- and the harbinger- Il Dottore. It pissed you off in every way possible and you couldn't help but always be criticising his work.

And he returned your kindness. He'd mock you for not being upto his standards or not being able to be a harbinger yet.

And speaking of the man, you came face to face as you were striding down the hallways with a frown on his face. He was talking to a Pyroslinger, pointing a funny looking test tube in his hand. When Dottore noticed you, he dismissed the guy and kept the testtube back in his pocket.

"Ah, Doctor Y/N, successful with your experiment yet?" He asked.

You gave him the sweetest smile possible and replied, "They wanted to feel the snow of Snezhnaya I suppose, so my underlings let them out on a trip."

Dottore grinned, his shark teeth showing. Oh how you wished he bit his tongue off someday.

"Well, Doctor, I need your help. Care to join me?"

You didn't really enjoy him mockingly calling you Doctor. He came up with that joke ever since people started remarking how you had caught up to his genius.

But you obliged. You needed to get your mind off the mishap, otherwise your assistants might no longer see the next day. You couldn't really afford that, sometimes the Fatui was stingy with their research funds.

After reaching the lab, he closed the door behind you two. He had that strange practice, being used to people trying to escape his presence. You didn't care though. You could probably take him. ... In a fight, you've never tried the other one.

He showed you an automaton and remarked, "I've been trying to incorporate human consciousness into an inanimate being. Your speciality is Neurology, hence I need your help."

You toyed around with the mechanism, trying to understand how it functions. You immediately came up with some possible hypothesis , but refrained from telling him any.

"How much am I getting paid?" You asked

"Paid?" He laughed, "You should be honoured working with me."

"Then excuse me I'm leaving."

You were almost at the door, thinking yourself to be witty, when he retorted, "You are replaceable, Y/N, don't think so highly of yourself."

And something in you snapped.

You walked up to him, poking your face closer to his, "Watch your tongue, Doctor ."

"You're funny, what makes you think I should even try to respect you?"

You were getting furious. First of all, simply him existing annoyed you, and secondly, he was straight up insulting you. You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and snorted.

"What will make you respect me?"

Dottore 's smile made you shiver. It was calculated, he knew what he wanted to do and say. He grabbed your chin, lifting your head to meet his masked eyes.

"Beg me to respect you." He broke into maniacal laughter. "Maybe I'll tape it and display it to every Fatui. No matter how esteemed of a researcher you are, you would still succumb to ME!!"

There were ... Strange feelings inside you. The poison in his words were distant, you could only focus on his proud face. You noticed he was in a slightly compromised position, having been pushed against a table with your weight. And in that split second you took the decision.

You pulled him closer, shutting up his laughter by smashing your lips onto his. You felt hin stiffen, and you pulled away.

"Shut up." You murmured, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. You saw his confidence falter, slowly registering what you had done. You saw him out the pieces together and he finally grinned, lips stretched ear to ear.

You were unsure what he was thinking, but his grasp on you got tighter, his hands now grabbing your hips.

"You're filthy." He said, before leaning into your ear and whispering, "Just how I like it."

"Don't get too ahead of yourself." Now you were improvising, having no idea where the impulse of kissing him came from. You fidgeted in his grasp for a moment, before concluding you had only wandered deeper into the spider's web.

You huffed when his hands started travelling up your spine, right up to your neck. He pressed into your throat, cutting of your air. You clenched your jaw, not willing to give into his shenanigans. In return, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, trying to pull it out of his scalp.

"Fuck." He moaned, "That's hot."

"You're messed up." You said, lightly amused.

He was stronger- which was proven when he overpowered you to slam you onto the table.

"What, do you say-" he pressed his body on top of you, notably his crotch on your ass- "we prove our worth to each other."

You rolled your eyes, quickly using his distraction as an advantage to flip your positions and pin him down.

"Why don't I show my talents in neurology to you huh? Gonna stimulate those nerve endings for you?" You chuckled, keeping eye contact as you unbuttoned his shirt.

Dottore made an 'oh' sound, and he allowed you to strip him. His own hands were tugging on your shirt, frown on his face because he couldn't figure out the workings of your dress. So he simply ripped it off.

His bare torso was laid out for you to ogle. His skin had a light shine from the sweat; clearly his body was feeling it despite the winter. You were top-naked too, though Dottore's hands provided some coverage. He groped your tits, a dark laugh leaving his lips.

"Whore."

"Then I suppose I should help with this." You palmed his crotch, feeling his dick strain against the fabric of his pants. A part of you wondered whether it was a living or mechanical being behind the skin but the rest of you was anticipating being dicked down.

"Please." He was almost begging. Pride bloomed in your heart, knowing that the Doctor was weak for you.

You got to work taking off his trousers, hurriedly freeing the poor organ. It sprung out and you almost comically flinched from it's size.

You looked up at his face, trying to understand what he was feeling. The mask was in your way. You tried to ask him about it, and he immediately replied,

"The mask stays on during sex."

You huffed and put your attention back to his dick. You stroked it gently, Dottore patiently waiting for you to give him his release. Quickly stealing a glance at him, you pressed your lips on it.

"FUCK." A moan tore out from the man's lips.

"Sensitive. Noted."

You gave little licks along the length, his fingers digging into your scalp. Your motions were teasing, trying to find every single spot that would stimulate him the most.

"Get to the main part you whore or I'll have to do it myself." Dottore said through gritted teeth.

You obliged, taking his full length into your mouth. Dottore gasped from the sensation, and couldn't help but admire how adorable you looked with his cock filling out your cheeks.

You bobbed your head up and down, feeling the veins harden with every contact. How long will he last, you wondered.

Within seconds his grip on your scalp had tightened, him now forcing your head up and down to set his own pace. You whined in protest, though being ignored by him. Your hands were resting on his thighs for support, and you thought it's be a funny idea to pinch him.

"Brat." He breathed out as he pulled out of your mouth to release his cum all over your chest. You sat there for a few seconds, registering what just happened.

"That was great, Y/N, but I approach my subjects more directly." He said, now lifting you up and slamming you back on the table. He got close to your ear and whispered, "I like them marked too."

Saying that he dug his teeth into your collarbone, with you screaming out his name. You felt warm blood trickle down your skin.

"Get it? I'm less kind. That's what makes me successful."

You own trousers were now off, your ass exposed to his administrations.

"I get it, Mr. Sadism, now will you fuck me or not?" You huffed out impatiently.

"So eager..." He sighed, smacking your ass hard. You yelped, grabbing the sides of the table for support.

You heard him spit on his dick, and you realised what was about to happen.

"Oh no, oh no, shouldn't have rushed you-"

And with that he plunged straight in. Your voice got stuck in your throat because your body was more concerned with trying to fit your walls around his length and size. He pulled out almost immediately, before plunging right back in.

He gave you no time to either complain or appreciate, he was set on a brutal pace probably meant to rearrange everything inside you. You were repeating something over and over, but your ears were ringing with so much pleasure that you could barely hear yourself.

And just like that it all stopped suddenly. You were feeling hot and stuffed, but Dottore had pulled out leaving you just at the tip of your release.

"I had said it once before. Beg me for it, y/n." He said, his voice oh-so-cocky.

You regretted not pulling the denial trick when you were sucking on his cock.

But this denial wasn't one sided. He was close to his release too and all he wanted was your sweet sweet voice to cry for him. Seeing you not respond to him, he thumbed your clit, drawing more moans out of you.

"Say. It. Whore."

You almost laughed. If you controlled yourself right now, you could cause him the most minor inconvenience in his life. But in the end, you couldn't.

"Dottore... make me cum, please."

He did. His thumb bullying your clit while he plunged right back to your depths pushed you over the edge. You came all over his fingers, and he leaned in to give you reassuring kissing on your spine. He too climaxed, hot seed spilling into your intestines.

The two of you were breathing heavily, and Dottore laid down beside you on the table.

"Do you think anyone heard us?"

You ignored him, your eyes fixed on his face. He filled you with so many feelings, hate, jealousy, annoyance, but somehow in the end you trusted him. You two have worked countless times together and everytime you recall those memories the first image that pops into your mind his his proud face examining his work.

Maybe... you liked him.

And he did too. Otherwise the Second Harbinger would have not spared a second thought at assassinating someone who annoyed him.

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