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sugarsweetmaya · 1 month

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Sweet as Sugar.

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary : Gojo's favorite part of his day is coming back home to you and having you take care of him of course!

Everyday you never knew what type of Gojo you were gonna get when he got home. You could get an energetic Gojo, a sleepy Gojo, a sad Gojo, a clingy Gojo, or just a down right horny Gojo.

Today wasn't much different than any other day, when he came through that door and he saw you there in the kitchen making dinner he quickly undid his shoes and came prancing over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he lowered his head to rest on your shoulder.

He would mumble out a sweet "I'm finally home..". You smiled softly as you felt his long slender arms around your waist. You reached your hand up to run your fingers through his hair. "Welcome home, baby. I'm making some food right now but it's already done. Do you wanna eat right now or do you wanna take a shower?" You said in a calm tone as I stirred the food in the pot. He shook his head "I wanna take a shower first since I know you're gonna take one with me." He said as he smirked against the skin of your shoulder.

You let out a sweet laugh as you just nodded in agreement, "Alright then come on let's go get you in the tub, my pretty boy." You said in a sweet tone as you reached over and turned off the stove as you put the lid on the pot before walking away from the stove with Gojo clinging onto you.

You made your way to you and Satoru's shared bedroom. You gently pulled Satoru off and rested him on the bed, you bent down and started to help him undo his shirt, slipping the buttons out of its fitted holes one by one before taking the shirt off of him. You then moved down to undo his pants and took those off him as well. Once he was only down to his boxers you stand up straight. "I'm going to go start the shower so that the water can have time to warm up. I'll be back just stay there."

"Don't be too long." Satoru said as he watched you walk away into the bathroom. You turned on the water and turned it all the way to the side before you could even walk back in the bedroom satoru was already behind you hugging you from behind. You smiled as you looked up at him. "I told you that I would be right back." You said with a playful smile. "you took too long for me..you know you can't just leave me there foreverrrrrrrr.."

"I wasn't even gone for tha- you know what nevermind come on let's just get you in the shower." You said with a soft smile.

IK THIS WAS REALLY SHORT BC I GOT BORED W IT AND IT WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR A WHILE BUT IF U WANT ME TO CONTINUE IT THEN I WILL BUT I HOPE U LIKE THIS. -MAYA

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #jjk satoru #satorugojo #jujutsu satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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roseboysstuff · 4 months

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we NEED a continuation of the yan!brother! fic omgsgsgs make it smutty!!! like have him drag us into his room after he sees us just innocently talk to another guy at school, no ill intent, we are left entirely clueless bc our brother is just dragging us to his room for no apparent reason and then before we can even realize whats ab to happen hes already ripped our clothes off and he's gonna fuck us 'till we're red and sore !!

yan brother is gonna get a name and a face soon I'm getting so many requests for him CW // incest, don't like don't read

Your brother had done a good job protecting you, keeping you completely in the dark about his darker side. You just believed he was protective, which of course, you thought was normal. All older brothers should be protective and loving, right? But this was too much for him. Some other man was talking to you, and he was angry. You were so innocent and naive, you had no idea he was flirting with you. The little hand touches, the smile on his face. Whether he was actually flirting, or your brother was just seeing what he thought, didn't matter. He knew what men thought when they say you, he had had a few of the thoughts himself. But he had self control, other men didn't. Nevermind, he'd show you when you both got home, after 'taking care' of the boy who thought he could talk to you. Meanwhile, you had no idea he was even angry. The boy was your friend, and you knew him well. So, as you walked home, you had no idea who was following you, who was frantically looking around to make sure that you were safe. And even as you reached home, seeing your brother wasn't home, you didn't think about it. You simply sat on the sofa for him to arrive home. And he did, making a beeline for you as soon as he saw you. His face was serious and determined, completely unlike the peppy, bright smile he usually wore around you. "H-hey, is something wro-"You couldn't even finish your sentence, before your arm was grabbed, and he was pulling you to his room. Stuttered protests and questions left you, but he wasn't listening. He had a singluar focus, to make you his, for all time. His bed was soft under your back as he pushed you onto it. The dark, passionate look in his eyes scared you slightly as he climbed on top of you. Your breath was caught in your throat. What was happening? Your brother, always kind, gentle and tender, was now staring down at you. His hands were gripping your wrists. You couldn't even think to struggle. Did you want to struggle? He certaintly didn't want you to struggle. He wanted to keep you under him, only under him. You also didn't realise what he was doing, your protests dying in your mouth as his hands tore at your clothes. Ripping the shirt, exposing your chest. Ripping your pants, showing your legs. Ripping your boxers, revealing the dripping pussy between them. He was on cloud nine. He had imagined what you would look like under your clothes, but this? This was better than he expected. Your little nipples, already hard. The little hole between your legs, already dripping wet with your slick. He was in love. You had always been his, and now your body would be his completely. He pulled his own cock out, and stared down at you as he lined it up with your entrance. "You're mine, lil bro. That other boy will never have you. You're mine, mine, mine!"He pushed into you, filling up your tight hole with his cock. He could feel the muscles moving to accommodate him. The tightness stroking him, the gooey walls engulfing his cock in the most perfect way. You were clearly made for him. The thrusts came quickly, his hips moving on their own. He wanted to wait, give you chance to adjust, but you just felt so good. And your moans were enough for him to decide you liked it too. You were all his, and his cock was going to prove that to you. You were going to be ruined for anyone else, only his cock would satisfy you. "No one else is gonna make you feel this good, you'll be in my shape, that little boycunt will be mine, you'll be all mine."And with that, he pulled you closer, and started thrusting harder, not even really hearing your slight protests. Your tight pussy was like a perfect fleshlight, wet and warm. "Taking my cock so good, my little brother is so good, so warm"His cum followed quickly, as he grunted into your ear, and pushed further in, desperate to get his essence as far into you as possible. You could feel it shooting into your womb, warming you up from the inside. And your climax arrived at that feeling. You were ashamed, cumming from feeling your brother shoot his cum inside you, but it felt too good to really care.

#ftm reader #male reader #x reader #yandere brother #yandere x male reader #yandere x ftm reader #yandere smut #cw inc*st

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shockinglyangel · 1 month

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THE SLYTHERIN BOYS REACT TO YOU SINGINV BREAKUP SONGS (MODERN ERA)

NOT PROOFREAD

DRACO

You walked in Draco's dorm screaming the muggle song "before he cheats."

Draco looked at you with a puzzled expression, his eyebrows furrowed as you made your way over to him.

"Carved my name into his leather seats!" you grabbed his shoulders, pulling him to sit up from his laying down position on his bed.

"What did i do now?" He sighed, placing a hand on your hand which was on his shoulder and bringing it to his lips, leaving a light kiss.

You pulled your hand away from his touch and threw your arms into the air. "slashed a hole in all four tires!" You sang loudly.

Draco laying back down with his book in hand and trying his best to ignore you.

"Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats." You bobbed your head to the song playing in your headphones.

Draco shook his head with a small smile, "wasn't me, probably one of your other boyfriends."

THEO

You were dancing around your dorm while cleaning it and listening to your favourite playlist.

"Please don't be in love with someone else." You sang loudly while spinning a shirt above your head and skipping around your room happily.

Theo stood in the open doorway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a large smirk painting his face. "Nice singing, love."

You looked at him with a large smile on your face and put the shirt back down, blowing a loss strand of hair out of your face while continuing dancing to the music. "Please. Don't. Be. In. Love. With. Someone. Else!" You sang louder than before, a Theo smiling at the way you shook your head to the song.

Making your way over to him, you grabbed his hands and pulled him into the center of the room, the two of you laughing as you spun him around a couple of times.

"I dont think i could ever love someone else." He placed a kiss on your cheek.

BLAISE

You laid in bed beside your boyfriend, the two of you paying attention and listening to the songs that were playing while talking about everything and anything you had on your mind.

You bopped your head to the sound of the music and hummed along to it begire singing. "Nevermind i'll find someone like you," you whispered with a small laugh while looking into Blaise's eyes, his arm resting under your head while your legs intertwined.

Blaise's mouth fell agape. "Is this your way of breaking up with me?"

He chuckled to himself as you closed your eyes and sang the next line. "Wow, I see how it is." He pulled his arm from under your head and rolled over on his back with his arms folded, struggling to hold in his laugh.

You giggled and threw yourself on top of him. "Adele is top tier."

Blaise wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes locking into yours. "Stop singing it like you're single," he placed a kiss on your lips. "You'll never have a reason to sing these for as long as I live."

"Are you saying that you're going to leave me in the afterlife?"

MATTHEO

You sat at your desk listening to songs while finishing up some homework, you were singing along to the songs that came on, "if the world was ending you'd come over right?" You vocalised the words while scribbling something on the parchment before you.

Mattheo made his way into the dorm with a bag of food in hand, something you had ordered him to go grab for your late night study session.

He stopped in his tracks after closing the door with his foot, listening to the song that was playing.

He placed the food on his bed and rolled his eyes, grabbing the phone that was emitting the music and quickly skipped the song, putting on of his favourites on.

"Mattheo!" you whined, moving to look at him. "I was listening to that."

He scoffed and passed you some food from one of the bags. "You only listen to that if we somehow breakup or I die."

LORENZO

Lorenzo was perched at his desk drawing something into his sketchbook while you sat on his bed, your headphones blasting music into your ears.

You hummed along to one song, your eyes focused on the shirt you were crocheting for pansy's birthday present. "This is the potential break up song," you sang along happily to the lyrics, your body unintentionally shuffling along to it. "just admit that you're wrong."

Lorenzo lifted his head to look at you with a slight smile. "Stop listening to breakup songs."

You brought your hand up to your ear and removed one of the headphones, pushing it to the side of your head so you could hear him. "Potential breakup song." You corrected, a mischievous smile on your face.

He rolled his eyes and got back to his work, only looking at you once more. "Is this the song you'll listen to if we break up?"

You nodded, "I have a playlist of these Berkshire." You threatened.

Lorenzo laughed, "you won't be needing those, might as well delete them."

TOM

You laid splayed our on Tom's bed, your body imitating a starfish while you sang along to the song playing (more like screamed)

"NO, NO TE PREOCUPES POR MÍ!!!" You closed your eyes, not paying attention to your boyfriend entering the room. "AQUÍ TODO SIGUE IGUAL COMO CUANDO ESTABAS TÚ!!!"

Tom charge his way over to the bed, a look of disgust on his face, he only new a minuscule amount of Spanish and had no idea what you were saying."

"What are you doing?" He asked rudely, you opening your eyes to see an upside down tom in your vision.

You gave him a smile, "singing." You replied with an obvious tone.

Tom's face scrunched into one of distaste as he turned the song off.

You gasped and reached back over to turn it on again, he went to say something but you lifted your hand to silence him. "Just let me finish this one."

He huffed in annoyance but let you continue.

#blaise zabini #draco malfoy #harry potter #lorenzo berkshire #slytherin boys react #theodore nott #tom riddle #slytherin #slytherin boys

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demxnicprxncess · 1 year

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“Please?” Tate Langdon x FEM! Reader

warnings: Clingy, Mommy kink, bottom Tate, Dom Fem., Oral (Both), begging

“Babe” I looked over at the boy laying on my bed with a smile. “Yes Tate?” he whined and sprawled out on the bed like a cat, “I want you...” I eyed him suspiciously, “why?” He rolled his eyes at me and huffed out a whine again before mumbling nevermind. I chuckled and turned back around to finish putting my jewelry up only to be stopped by a whiny moan. I turn around and look at the blonde laying on my bed grinding into it ever so softly. “M-mommy, I need you. Please?” I stopped and sat by him on the bed resting my hand on his back. “You know you could’ve asked babyboy” He whimpered out a few noises and then replied, “I did, but you asked why.” I smiled, “I’m sorry my little prince.” His hips had completely stopped by now making me frown. “Keep going.” He shook his head no and moved over to his head laid on my thighs, one of his hands pawing on my breast like a cat to a blanket. “Mommy, I need YOU to touch me.” His lips forming a gentle pout making me coo at his absolute cuteness. One of my hands played with his hair massaging his scalp, while the other traveled down his boy slightly playing with his nipple before going down to the waistband of his jeans. “My needy, cute, babyboy.” My hand still stuck between his little curls as I leaned down and kissed his lips, working to undo his pants and then removing them for him. I pulled away from the kiss and laid my hand over his dick and started slightly caressing him drawing soft moans from his parted lips. “Mommy I want you on me, please” I smiled and let go of him so he could move to lay down. Whilst he busied himself with getting comfortable and naked, I slid off my shirt and pants, I had the tendency to not wear bras when at home, so I was in only my black panties. “M-momma you look so good, please just touch me” I was reminded of the scenery as he moaned at for me making grabby hands. I know just how he is; he didn’t want sex. No, he wanted me to make love to him, treat him gentle and hold him, and that exactly what I am going to do. I laid by him before rolling onto him, his very prominent hard on pushing against my clothed pussy. “Momm-” I cut him off pressing my lips into his in a very loving and passionate way, my hands trailing his to hold them above his head, interlacing them. I pulled back, only one hand moving to strip myself of my underwear before grabbing his hard dick lining him up at my dripping hole. “Are you ready love” He quickly nodded, I loved him so much and loved always making sure I was doing everything right for my sweet babyboy. I slid myself down on him before capturing him in another loving kiss, moving myself above him gently. “Momma” his moans filled my ears as I let go of his restrained arms, allowing them to wrap against me, holding me close to him. His thrust meeting my bounces as he buries his face into my neck. “Momma ‘m gonna-” I place another kiss on his lips, “Go ahead Tate, fill mommy up.” He whimpers and shoots his seed into me, painting my insides white while I clenched around him allowing my own orgasm to soak his dick. “I love you (name)” I smiled at his half-awake confession, kissing his forehead. “I love you too Tater-Tot”

Taglist: @yes-divine-ruler, @ppawmpkin

this was for the needy tate request next ill do toxic kai, shuri and the others dw guys imma get them done!

#ahs fandom #ahs murder house #ahs #tate langdon #tate langdon smut #tate langdon x reader #sub tate langdon #american horror story #murder house #Evan Peters #evan peters imagine #evan peters smut #evan peters x reader #fluff #smut

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iamvegorott · 5 months

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Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 39

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Marvin wasn’t too surprised to find himself the first one awake in the house, enjoying the quiet since he knew as soon as the others woke, he’d never get it again for the rest of the day. Six people in one home would be noisy regardless of what everyone was doing. Marvin worked on making some tea and coffee. He knew how half of them enjoyed the stuff and was prepping random items for the others to use, wearing a pair of shorts and Chase’s shirt.

“Marvin?” The voice behind Marvin got him to pause.

Of course, Jackie would be the next person to wake up.

Karma was really biting his ass as of late.

“Hey.” Marvin greeted back casually, not looking at the other man as he focused on making his little drink bar, some of the items floating around with already casted magic.

“How are you?”

“Just making drinks for all of us.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Jackie-”

“How are you doing?” Jackie went over and stood next to Marvin, letting him see that he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants.

“I’m fine.” Marvin waved a hand and had the items settle back down, knowing it was best to stop any spells at the moment.

“I know what it means when you say that.” Jackie crossed his arms on the counter and leaned down, resting his head on his arms and looking up at Marvin. “You’re still pissed at me.”

“I’m not…I’m not anymore. Yes, I was furious you were back in town and didn’t tell me. But I guess I’ve been too busy trying to figure out the rest of this mess to care anymore.” Marvin groaned and placed a hand on his face, realizing his mask wasn’t on, and he was about to summon it when Jackie took his wrist and lowered his hand.

“I’m sorry. I should have called or texted or something, but I was worried that seeing me with Phantom would hurt more than not seeing me anymore.” Jackie patted Marvin’s arm before moving his hand back under his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Can we just move on from that? I’m okay, I promise.”

“We can move on.”

“Thank you.” Marvin watched Jackie move, and he softly chuckled at him sitting on the counter.

“So, tell me about you and Chase~” Jackie sang.

“Oh God, are we those kinds of exes?” Marvin laughed.

“What? What kind?”

“Besties~” Marvin was now the one singing, and he flicked his hand at the wrist.

“What?”

“Nevermind. I’ll tell you about me and Chase after you tell me about you and Phantom first.” Marvin picked up his tea and took a sip while handing Jackie his go-to coffee.

“Like what?”

“How’d you meet?”

“Heh.” Jackie weakly chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Now you’ve caught my full interest.” Marvin giggled.

“Well…it was a few weeks into the new job, I kind of holed myself up in my new place, and one of my coworkers suggested I go to one of the popular clubs and-uh…”

“Get some ass?”

“Yeah, those were his exact words.” Jackie’s chuckle was a stronger one this time. “I agreed to go because, getting ass or not, I did need to go out.”

“And you found Phantom’s ass?”

“Literally.”

“Literally?”

“He was dancing on the bar counter in only a pair of assless chaps.”

“What?” Marvin was very impressed. He liked to show off his body, too, but even he’s kept his ass covered in public.

“He owns the place. So he can get away with these things.”

“Wait, he owns a club and works with Dark at the same time?”

“His employees are pretty chill, and most are magic users as well, so they get it. Mare was even a bouncer before he got mixed up with Actor, but now that's my gig since the whole Dark thing messed up the other job.” Jackie paused to finally take a sip of his drink. “Just as good as always.”

“So, you found his ass and took him home?” Marvin asked, waving away Jackie’s compliment with his hand.

“More like he took me home. I sat at the bar, and before I even ordered a drink, he sat next to me and started flirting.” Jackie softly laughed at the memory.

“How long did it take for you to catch on?” Marvin teased.

“I have my moments, but even I can catch on to what someone wants when they greet me with a; hey sexy,”

“Well damn, he’s even more forward than me.”

“A little.” Jackie held up his hand and had his fingers close together. “But yeah, I took the hint, was happy to go home, and we had some…fun.”

“You fucked.” Marvin corrected.

“We had fun.” Jackie echoed. “And after that night, I kept going to the bar, kept seeing Phantom, we had more fun, and soon we realized we liked each other and started dating.”

“What? No big love confession or something? Come on, where’s the drama, the excitement? I want lore.”

“Lore?” Mad repeated as he came into the kitchen. “What’s going on?” He was wearing blue sleep pants with piles of books on them and an oversized shirt. Mad noticed Jackie was shirtless, and he looked away.

“We’re talking about how we go with our boyfriends,” Marvin answered.

“Oh, I-uh-I can come back.” Mad offered and started to turn away.

“I got a big pot of coffee made with a bunch of creamers and syrups to pick from if you’d like some.” Marvin grinned when Mad paused.

“That sounds nice.” Mad went right to the counter to the other side of Marvin, making a point of not looking at Jackie as he made himself a drink.

“Okay, so, back to the tea. There has to be something with how you two got together.” Marvin poked Jackie’s leg.

“Not really tea. I mean, yeah, we were in denial for a while, but then one day, we were cuddling, and Phantom looked at me and asked if we were a couple. I said yes, and there it was.” Jackie shrugged.

“Boring.” Marvin held out the word.

“Oh yeah? Then you tell me how you and Chase ended up how you two are. How more exciting is that story?” Jackie playfully huffed.

“We got a whole story worth of stuff and-”

“Shit!” Phantom’s curse cut Marvin off. “Dumbass at the club broke one of the water lines. This is why I didn’t want to open the dining area for anything besides dinner and late-night munchies.” He was buttoning up his shirt as he walked across the kitchen, a different shirt tucked into one of his arms. “How hard is it to just clean under a sink? Like, damn.”

“Tea?” Marvin offered one of the brewed cups.

“Please.” Phantom sighed a thanks and took the cup, sipping it. “Holy shit, that’s good.” He praised as he handed Jackie the shirt.

“Thank you. And does Dark know you own a club?” Marvin asked.

“Nope. And he never will.” Phantom saluted with two fingers before sending himself and Jackie away.

“I don’t think I’m ready to live with so many people,” Mad said, voice showing that it was meant to be voiced inside his head, but it came out of his mouth instead.

“We’ll get used to it.” Mad handed Mad a spoon so he could stir his coffee concoction. “So, did you and Mare have any fun last night~?”

“We worked on unpacking and went to bed,” Mad stated and took a sip of his drink.

“I meant, did you two like cuddle or kiss or have sex or-” Marvin chuckled when Mad started coughing, face going red from both embarrassment and the coughing.

“No! We-We don’t-no-not-we-” Mad’s words stumbled over each other, and he couldn’t form a proper sentence.

“Really? Makes you think it’s flavored? I might have to buy that.” Mare said as he and Chase came into the room, both in t-shirts and sleep pants.

“We good?” Chase asked when he noticed Mad’s red face and the almost evil grin on Marvin’s.

“Peachy.” Marvin giggled.

“Sure.” Chase popped his lips before holding up his phone. “Henrik texted and asked if we could come over soon.”

“Would you two be okay alone here?” Marvin asked Mad and Mare.

“Go do what you gotta do. We’ll be fine.” Mare said while Mad nodded in agreement, drinking more of his coffee.

“Let’s take a quick shower and head off.” Marvin looped his arm through Chase’s and walked off with him.

“He’s making it sound like they’re taking the shower together.” Mad softly giggled.

“I’m pretty sure they are.” Mare said.

“Oh!”

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Tags: @brokentimewatch @bookwormscififan @d-structive @rainymae523 @ashtonisvibing

#meeting a magical man #trickshot #veggie writes

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moregraceful · 7 months

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Congrats on your bodily autonomy! I hope you continue being joyful and unstressed, and I look forwards to your fic no matter how weird and rare the pair 👀

Thank you so much my friend 🙏We continue in joy in the face of family members asking wildly invasive questions over doing one single google search. But that's life.

I have pulled a bespoke excerpt that needs the least massaging from a fic that has many knotted muscles...this one goes out to my jrob secret sweetheart truthers. please clap.

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Their phones chime. A text from Deboer: Locked out of the building because the power went out. Hope you boys are okay. We’ll meet tomorrow after practice. Text me to let me know you didn’t fall down the stairs and break your necks trying to get out of the arena, otherwise I’ll see you in the trainer’s room when you wake up.

“He’s gonna tell Ty to tell you you’re captain in front of PR and social media and then they're going to hand you a bouquet and put it on TikTok with that Disney song,” says Jason, confidently.

“Fuck,” says Miro. “That’s so embarrassing. Roope is gonna make so much fun of me.”

“Think about it this way,” says Jake. “By tomorrow, you could have both a boyfriend and captaincy. That’s a really good deal, man.”

“Your optimism is very unsettling,” says Miro. He glances at his phone again.

"Is spilling your guts to a guy worse than the arena trying to kill us every couple of weeks?" asks Jason. “Miro. Bro. Priorities.”

Miro looks tired. “Are you asking me to weigh our lives against my feelings?”

Jake and Jason laugh. “Yeah, buddy,” says Jason. “Like, what other reason is there for us to keep living?”

Miro looks at him with wonder; Jason’s got a sweet heart. Jason blushes, but he’s still grinning.

Jake’s phone chimes. He looks down. “Oh shit, our dinner reservation is in 20 minutes. Jason, we gotta go.”

“Your shirt is fucked,” says Jason, tugging on a ripped button hole. “They won’t let you in.”

“You left your other nice shirt in the backseat last time we—uh, nevermind,” says Jake. “Anyway, I’ll borrow that one, it sorta fits. Come on.” He ruffles Miro’s hair. “Godspeed, baby boy.”

Miro makes a face at him. “You talk to your captain like that?”

Jason touches Miro’s nose with his finger before Jake can respond. “Maybe leave the arena before you say anything,” he says.

Miro bats him off with a glare, but there’s no malice in it. “Go away,” says Miro. “Get out of here and enjoy your date. Stop bothering me. The arena never goes after us alone, anyway.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” says Jason, saluting. “See you tomorrow.”

#cage replies #localapparent #east bay anon #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions #trying to read a chapter of a theology of liberation at 9:30pm when i haven't gotten a restful night's sleep in 4 weeks....lol. lmao

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paintedteddy · 2 months

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Masked Men Mayhem (Simon “Ghost” Riley and “Konig TF TG)

MDNI Because this story has:

- Swearing

- Mentioning of male and female private parts

- Moaning

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Samara went to the clothing rack where all the guests put their jackets.

19-year-old Samara Johnson was never a party girl herself, she is more of what people describe as a casual girl. When she’s not doing homework that is very-very-long-cuz-it’s-fucking-college bitch, she would be reading books, or play games like Stardew Valley, or Animal Crossing. Just your basic calm lifestyle.

Samara just joined the party because it’s her roommate’s cousin’s birthday and she decided to try some change in pace for once.

She looks around and sees the party guests playing Call of Duty.

“Hey, Sam!” Her roommate, Kailey calls out to Samara. Kailey Kurtis is the Ultimate Extrovert, going out to the latest party, always having a fun conversation in mind and overall a really fun person to be around.

“Oh uh, hey Kailey…I was just about to-“

“Sam, I need…”

“Leave.”

“Why?”

Sam felt embarrassed.

“Nevermind, what do you need?”

“Follow me”

You know…this might be interesting, Sam thought, I hope I’m right because if it’s not interesting, I’m just wasting my time.

“Open your eyes.”

Samara opens her eyes to see two masks.

One is a ski mask with a skull in which the eyes are supposed to go, six thin line are drawn under the skull while two thick lines are on the top of the skull piece.

The other looks like a blanket with two holes. Said two holes have a red triangle underneath them.

“Kailey, what are those?”

“Oh, these are masks that two of the characters from Call of Duty,” I thought we could wear them before we give him you leave.

Huh, Randy’s still getting presents. Sam thought.

Kailey hands her the skull mask.

“Okay Sam, three, two, one!!!”

The two put on the masks and both look in the mirror.

“Damn, this looks so cursed!”

“Heh, I know ri- ugh…”

Samara clutched her stomach. “God, it hurts…”

Samara didn’t know what to do, her abdomen was burning in immense pain.

Samara moved her right hand vertically. She begins feeling a…two…four…oh did she just.

Samara looked up and see Kailey been through the same change as Samara was.

“Oh, oh fucking god…” Kailey placed her confused hand on the bottom of her six pack and slowly made her way on to her D cup bosom, pain and pleasure began mixing up as she clutched her breast.

Kailey looks down and notices her tit. The fat on her chest began to stiffen to the point that her tits don’t feel like stress balls.

“Holy-“ Sam begins to feel a burning sensation on her chest. Her tits aren’t that big, size a. But then started to swell, going from A size to the pec size where it prominent beneath a shirt.

Samara placed a hand on her/his right leg, it just…feels so hot. Samara let out an erotic moan as she gave her a newfound man boobs a little squeeze.

Samara tried to take the mask off but it wouldn’t budge “Kailey, where did you get those masks from?”

“I-I can’t remember b-but they’re from the same store.” Kailey was probably too aroused to speak. Samara thought.

Samara looked at her arms to that they are now getting more thicker and muscular. Samara also feels her sleeves tighten to the point that they are just ripping.

Samara heard the sound of Kailey whimpering and looked up to see that Kailey had a little growth spurt, so little that her hello kitty shirt looks more like a tank top. Samara looks down to see Kailey’s now gorgeous abs now exposed to the bathroom light. Sam couldn’t help but blush over the sight of the six pack. Fortunately Sam thinks, Kailey was looking at the abs with lusty look in her eyes. “You look kinda…” Sam paused at the sound of her voice deepening a bit, but then finished her sentence. “Kinda hot.”

Kailey looked at Sam. The stare was both a mixture of lust, confusion, and nervousness,

Kailey groan as pain began surging through her thighs, the have become more thicker and harder but the most interesting part about this is the crotch. Kailey put her right hand on the area between her legs.

“Oh~ oh, fuck, fuck,”

“Kailey, everything is gonna be- oh my…fuck~”

Samaran covered her mouth with confusion, herhis hand went to her crotch Oh…oh god…Samaran’s mind was racing. God, this new pleasure is to much. She finally let go and finally analyzed what was going on the event she(?) and Kailey(?) put the masks on. She’s …she…he’s a man now.

Samaron’s hand goes up and touches her aching jaw. His jaw begins to feel more square and masculine.

As Samaron looked at Kailey, he (Kaileng) was caressing his new cock right in front of Samara. When Kailey looked at Samaon he stopped doing it as he saw Samara looking at him. Kaileng then, looks away from the confused Samaon. Shaking a little.

Samaon doesn’t care though, he was feeling a little dizzy.

“So that’s the skull boy you said could kill ya in a flash,”

“Don’t go near him”

“Already there, and I ain’t even dead, I mean just ust look at him, he’s wear the most skimpiest outfit God has ever seen,”

Skimpy? Skull boy? Where’s Kai…who’s Kai…nevermind. Samaon lift his head up and scanned the area, explosions, deaths, war…wasn’t he supposed to be used to it.

“What do you mean skimpy?” Samon looked up to see a soldier standing right in front of him while Samon was sitting. He looked around his area. His eyes darted to a gun. The next thing you know, he picks up the gun, points it at the man, and pulls the trigger.

Samon picks up the gun and runs to the nearest washroom.

The washroom reeks of grimy flesh and compost. It looks like the type of place you would see in you would see in a stereotypical haunted house horror film.

He ripped off his now-really-tight clothes. He looked in the mirror and saw a really hot man in a mask… shirtless right in front him.

He groaned in pain as scars formed on his body. Scars that were so familiar to him. from those time where he was tortured?

After the scar was fully formed, his eyes darted to the mirror, the sight of his hot body that had been formed when he began to put on the mask. The body in which he had for a few minutes after it fully formed started to feel…familiar to him.

His hand reaches to his right pec, it’s…bigger than he thought. The soldier gave it a squeeze…arousal surges through his new body. “Oooh~ Fucking hell~,” he moans under his breath. “My- my voice…,” it was really deep, and is it… British?

He took his other hand, placed it on his left pec, and give it a gentle squeeze, even if it’s gentle, that darn thing still worked a punch.

He kept masturbating, exploring his new body parts that he gained during his transformation. Moaning and groaning.

When the soldier finished, a military uniform started to strap on his new body.

New (and traumatizing) memories started to form. Samara Johnson is gone… all that remains is a Ghost.

A female voice called on his walkie talkie.

“Ghost?”

“Present Laswell.”

“Meet me, Price and Gaz at the helicopter,”

“Roger.”

#simon ghost riley #konig cod #tf #tg #ftm #OBSCURE TFS >>>>>#EAT IT UP SIMPS #I’M SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD! IT’S MY 1ST TIME WRITING SPICY TFS

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darknight3904 · 2 years

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Sober - Eddie Munson

Chapter 18- A lead

Masterlist

"Hey Jeff it's Maggie. I'm just calling to- what no! Jeff I just was calling to see if you happened to have seen Eddie recently. He uh skipped out on our date and I haven't seen him since...oh okay. See you at school then." Marguerite sighed, another dead end.

No one seemed to know where Eddie could have ended up. Meanwhile Steve was busy flirting with her another girl who obviously wasn't interested in him.

"Hey I might have a lead." Max smiles hanging the phone up

"Really?" Marguerite gasped

"Yeah uh Eddie apparently gets all his drugs from some Reefer Rick so it's a possibility he'd be there." Max said

"You ever hear of him, Mags?" Steve asked

"Yeah uh Eddie doesn't really talk about him too much but I've been there before." Marguerite said

"You've been to a drug dealers house?" Steve asked

"Steve...her boyfriend literally sells drugs to like half the school." Robin said

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If you had to tell someone where the top 10 creepiest places in Hawkins were, Reefer Rick's would definitely have to make the list. It was dark when they had finally pulled up and the home was even darker.

Dustin rang the door bell at least 15 times while Robin and Max groaned and rolled their eyes.

"He's not here, man." Steve said

"Eddie? It's Dustin open up!" Dustin yelled ignoring Steve

Marguerite shone her flashlight into the home to see its obviously empty interior.

"Hey is that a foot?!" Dustin exclaimed

"That's a shoe." Marguerite said

"Oh. Nevermind." Dustin sighed

Marguerite patted the boys head and her lips pulled into a thin smile. She didn't think Eddie had killed Chrissy but it was driving her crazy knowing that he was just off the grid missing.

"Hey guys?" Max said

The group walked over to see her pointing at the old boathouse on the property.

Okay so maybe the boathouse could make the list of top ten scariest things in Hawkins. It smelled like stagnant water and rotten fish. God did Marguerite hope that Eddie wasn't hiding in this shit hole.

"Steve stop that." Dustin scolded

She turned to see her ex-boyfriend stabbing at a boat that was covered with a blue tarp, in his hands was a large wooden oar.

"He might be in here." Steve reasoned

"So just lift the tarp." Dustin reasoned

"Jesus stop arguing like little kids!" Max groaned

Steve and Dustin looked at each other before continuing their arguing.

"Someone was here." Max said

The group turned to see the red head holding a crumpled up Snickers wrapper and a half empty bottle of beer.

"Maybe he ran. We might've spooked him." Robin said

"Yeah well we're safe since Steve has his oar." Dustin said

Marguerite just rolled her eyes and continued to look around the smelly boat house.

"We've literally all almost died like a thousand times so if any thing I'd say I'm doing you all a favor so how about-"

Steve's voice cut off into a yell as a large blob appeared from the boat. Life jackets and fishing rods fell to the ground as Eddie pushed Steve towards the wall.

"Wait wait wait wait!"

Steve's loud protests could be heard as he was effectively pinned, a broken beer bottle pressed towards the flesh of his neck.

"Eddie Eddie! Stop!" Dustin yelled

Eddie didn't turn at his fellow club members voice but instead inched the beer bottle closer to Steve.

"Eddie stop that!" Marguerite yelled, finally finding her voice

Eddie finally turned when he heard her. She was just as pretty as the last time he saw her. Her wavy blonde hair was down falling a few inches below her shoulders. Her hands gripped a big flashlight and Eddie could see his ring and guitar pick peeking out of the top of her shirt, a reminder that she was still his.

Marguerite could see his shoulders drop slightly at her command but the beer bottle hadn't moved yet.

"Eddie... we're on your side...I swear on my mother!" Dustin affirmed

"On Dustin's mom." Robin said

"Yeah on his mom!" Steve gasped

"Eddie we aren't lying! Just drop the bottle and we can all talk. I'd never hurt you...you can trust me." Marguerite said

Eddie glanced back at Steve, clearly weighing his options before backing away and slumping onto the ground, bottle in hand.

"Hey, buddy let's talk okay..." Dustin said as he reached for the bottle

Marguerite saw him back away and tighten his grasp on the bottle. She quietly approached the pair and gently pushed Dustin away from her boyfriend.

"Hey, babe. Looks like you're little late to the Marguerite- Eddie date you swore you'd never miss." She softly said

Eddie shook his head as he let Marguerite take the beer bottle, her smaller hands wrapping around his as she takes it and rolls it away from them.

"I didn't do it, Maggie. I swear I didn't. I just ran...I was scared." He said quietly

"I know...we know." She said hugging him

"You wanna tell us what happened?" Dustin asked

"You won't believe me." Eddie said pulling away from Marguerite

"Try us." Steve said

"It was like she was in a trance. I tried to wake her up. But she was just there. And then...she started like floating. Her back hit the ceiling and then...uh and then her bones. They twisted and cracked. Her eyes it's like they exploded." Eddie said

Marguerite drew circles on his hand with her thumb as he reaccounted the horrors he had seen.

"And I didn't know what to do...so I just ran."

"You didn't do anything wrong. Anyone would have in that situation." She soothed

He nodded and rested his head on her, burying his face in her neck.

"You guys think it's...y'know." Steve vaguely asked

"It could be..." Robin said

"Jesus, not again." Dustin groaned

#eddie munson #maxmayfield #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie #eddie munson x reader #strangerthings x reader #fanfic #robin buckley #eddie munson fluff #eddie my love #eddie munson smut #eleven hopper #eleven #st4 spoilers #st4 theory #stranger things spoilers #stranger things 5

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fanficfanatic000 · 10 months

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Eddie munson x female reader

Chapter 6 (Yes sweetheart) Story :(i just moved to hawkins) Warning 18+content spoilers ahead

In the car Driving to eddies trailer where I will have to tell Eddie's uncle the truth basically the truth "You okay? You look tense " He raises one eyebrow asking.

"Im just a little nervous about talking to your uncle." "Oh…" You weren't sure what to say to eddie next after that response of his. "Steve: Okay y/n we're here." You look out your window and you're outside of Eddie's trailer. "Ok edds what do you want me to grab of yours?" "Well my guitar pick on my chain on my tv stand and a extra hellfire shirt it should be on my floor. my room is down the hallway to the right….and tell my uncle that ….i love him " you smile "no problem edds " You get out and shut the door and you walk in there's not much life its clean but the lights aren't on. you go down the hallway into Eddie's room you pick up one of his jackets and a pack of cigarettes fell out. You picked the cigarettes up and the hellfire shirt that was underneath. He will definitely thank me for these. Okay now the guitar pick you walk over to the TV and you grabbed the black guitar pick on the chain and you see tiny letters Percy munson.. hmm you hear a shot gun being cocked back.

"What are you doing in eddies room?!" You turn to see eddies uncle. Wayne "I-i know eddie he's my freind just let me explain" he puts the gun down "look eddie didnt kill chrissy Cunningham or patrick he is okay but its not safe for him to be here right now. Not until we catch whoever did kill them. And he wanted me to let you know…. he loves you but I have to go " He sat there he didn't talk anymore But he gave you a look to go. You're running when you see a hole in the ceiling hm and youre out of the trailer you run to the car and hopped in and steve took off driving to the next location. You gave eddie his shirt and put the guitar pick in his open hand then you showed him the pack cigarettes "bet you need these." "Yes yes yes! Thankyou sweetheart" A smile instantly on his face. Everyone but steve .looks at you and eddie surprisingly Then Eddie shoots you a look and you could almost instantly read his face. It said Did I just call you that infront of everyone. You nodded your head "We're here okay go grab your stuff" You got out of the car and you walked through the door and walked to your room and you grabbed your boots, your ripped black jeans, and your tank top that you changed into after days of being in the same clothes. You grabbed your favorite Hoodie and a bag of your favorite chips and you headed towards the door when suddenly you hear "y/n?" "Oh hi mom i gotta go to mini mart bye " "Y/n where have you been i thought Brenner took you" "who's Brenner?" "Y/n i nevermind that im just glad your safe" "who the hell is Brenner?!" You remember something a man with white hair saying "number 9 i need you to lift the weight with your ability" the lights flashed and you threw the weight across the room then your nose bled. "Dr Brenner was your father but he did experiments on you and many other little kids at hawkins lab" "mom im from hawkins " "well about that im not your mother a woman who was named Catherine Denmark was" "then how did i end up here with you?" "Dr Owen's he sent you with me where you would be safe from brenner but under circumstances i we had to move back to hawkins" then you had another memorie Of getting a tattoo removed on your left wrist of. 0.09 "i had a tattoo didnt i?" "Yes you did but owen had it removed… im sorry y/n i had to keep you safe from him." And you remembered all the memories you tried to lock away from yourself but now you remember you used your powers but you were never strong enough for him until one day the day you almost killed Brenner. The day El escaped they were driving after Mike and El on his bike and the van eleven flipped it had you inside tracking every turn they made you remember being tired very tired but they wouldn't quit "Find her number 9" They shocked you if you resisted "go left" You were young older than El but still young. "Number 9 stop resisting and find her" They shocked you until you had enough "Noo!" The van flipped it wasn't El it was you who did it then she got away and Brenner brought you back to the lab you had blood from your nose all over your chest Owen was furious that Brenner pushed you so far that you had almost died. So he sent you away he told Brenner that you died. "I-i have to go but ill be back whenever i get back but i still love you mom" "i love you daughter" It's not like you didn't know you had some kind of ability cause somethings you noticed but you just thought you were crazy. Like when a glass cup on you dresser full of water fell when you were getting frustrated at homework or like when the bathroom light would flicker when you got angry at your mom and locked yourself in there. You ran out the door got in steves car "drive" Steve starts to drive to the old abandoned train where you and eddie will be hiding out next

"Were here" everyone gets out. You look around then you climb on the train car to sit on the ledge and eddie sees you so he decides to sit next to you "hey princess youve been acting odd since we stopped by your house are you okay?." "I cant lie to you so no im not." "Want to talk about it?" "I guess… but I think I should with everyone" "heyy guys y/n has something to tell us right now" everyone took a seat somewhere on the ground or a rock or just leaned on a tree "so when you guys told me about el it sounded familiar i didnt know why but it did. Until i walked in my house and my mom was worried about me because of a guy named brenner my father but he is the owner of hawkins lab and it turns out i was one of the kids that were in the lab then i remembered everything but then i got sent away to keep me safe from him and im r-really freaking the fuck out and it feels like i cant breath… you of course sent yourself in a panic attack you've only had a couple through your life but you had a good reason for this one You try to breathe but it is heavy "y/n look at me breathe in… breathe out now its gonna be okay its gonna be. Okay" Eddie's voice helped calm you down faster than you ever have. He held you close to him as you calmed from your panic attack. The group was concerned about you having a panic attack.

#fandom #eddie munson #eddie munson lives #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #i just moved to hawkins

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flowerprose · 2 years

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Hello, apatosaurus for the ask game?

Apatosaurus - share some of your favorite dialogue

alas, my laptop is broken so i had to deep dive through google docs. it’s not edited. from my untitled wip that i simply refer to as kalsar, my main character:

There were no steel plaques or wooden signs to dignify identity. Just numerals etched into palm-sized blocks of ice, the only parts of the room that didn’t seem to melt beside the tubs. Evocated, he assumed. The block at the end of his horizontal cell was labelled thirteen; the one to his right fourteen, the one preceding it, twelve. There were only seven ice tombs in his room. His, now empty, appeared to be only the second one to achieve this. Twelve was gone. Eight and nine were dead, eaten messily by the curved beak of their killer, most of their flesh still clinging to bone. Ten and eleven stayed frozen, untouched by the sunlight. But fourteen was moving, shifting silently in the water, a bloody heap of tissue pulled free from the wall of flesh that once held his stomach. It took another moment of staring before Kalsar realized that fourteen stared right back. The eyes possessed no iris or pupil; it was all bright blue.

“Why would the Magehands freeze a wraife?” Kalsar asked, frowning.

The creature smiled in response, dismissing his question with another. “Think I’ll die? Assassination by bird, as you called it?”

Kalsar couldn’t answer with a simple yes or no. “Your entrails are half-gone,” he said with clipped disinterest. “Do you things regrow them?”

The creature wheezed blood with its weak laugh. “Can you?” it asked.

Kalsar knew of wraifes only by rumour, not trade. Very few assassins targeted them because of the sheer effort it required to leave one prone, nevermind dead. They were vestibules of immortality, gifted with the ability to rebirth from normally fatal accidents—as far as anyone was aware, their only means of permanent death was to carve out their heart. But the thought of such a mess left Kalsar’s hands aching for a washcloth.

As Fourteen coughed, sputtering blood into the pool of water, Kalsar grimaced and stepped back, avoiding the threat of inhaling his breath, as if death were contagious.

“How long have you been rebirthing?” Kalsar tried instead, only half-willing to entertain anymore of this conversation. He glanced toward the hole in the roof, wondering how steady it could be if he were to attempt to climb out of it.

“Oh…” Fourteen sighed out. “Days now. You missed the wailing of the other two, lucky you.”

Kalsar held his breath before he reached down and moved aside the fabric of its blood-stained shirt. The chest wall remained undisturbed.

“Ah, so you know. The clever bird does not,” Fourteen said. Kalsar didn’t bother informing him that it was his job to know how things die.

“Then the damned thing isn’t clever,” Kalsar said. The thought of the raven feeding on praise as greedily as it devoured flesh soured him. “Unless you have a knife hidden inside of you, I can’t carve it out. You’ll have to wait until they find you.”

“I don’t know which of you rogues started those whispers, but I assure you, it’s not customary to sheath our weapons beneath our skin. Just a tiresome rumour that has little merit,” Fourteen said.

“Sounds like if it were true, you might have a way out of here,” Kalsar said.

#i really love this wip #despite not touching it since 2020 😳🥲#have to return after ahwg and namesake are finished #she answers #kalsar:writing #my writing

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wrestlezon · 2 years

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liveblog containment zone for aew dynamite 7/13/22

orange cassidy vs wardlow match to start?? yesss "thanks to danhausen, we got managers licenses! also, wardlow is too big. we're gonna CHEAT" i am yelling about the possibility of heelish tendencies being on display right now wardlow holding onto oc's sides so delicately: hello orange cassidy pocket replacement budget must be astronomical RESTRAPPING HIM HELLO THEY ARE SO BAD AT CHEATING. A WHOLE CHAINSAW????? DANHAUSEN...... THIS MATCH IS AT 200% SHENANIGANS I LOVE IT ok i wasnt expecting wardlow to win the tnt title and i think he should keep it but that offensive did make me think orange would win THAT PIN WARDLOW THE CHAMP THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE

oh jericho is saying things in the ring i guess. time for me to focus on finishing my lunch

eddie's 2 minute backstage response u_u

takeshita vs moxley!! lmfao regal busting out the excalibur complements and putting it on so heavy it made taz bust out a laugh blood... i missed most of this match and will have to rewatch it again later

house of black promo! julia hart gettin mic time

luchasaurus vs garrison lmfao cage pulling out the griff garrison jungle boy comparison on live tv? i havent seen that one in so long. old meme made official christian cage pointing at garrison and being like LOOK LUCHASAURUS. ITS JUNGLE BOY. KILL and luchasaurus bein like alrighty did christian cage use his vampire mind control powers from his days in the brood on luchasaurus because. honestly. its looking way more effective than blackmail

hangman and silver and reynolds all on a backstage segment together, on tv? :)c yayyyyy

claudio vs hager match wow it got into the swing of things IMMEDIATELY. this match is going hard lmfao ok the commentary is also going hard. "do you think they shared room service" "grind away on each other" ok.

hook backstage segment! :)

thunderstorm backstage promo! britt baker alert :( lmfao nevermind i redact all derogatory britt baker comments holy shit the SANDBAG? literally the sickest of burns. i am in awe at the audacity

anna jay vs serena deeb :o bruh the post match bit with mercedes? mercedes' hand on anna jay's thigh? hello

backstage baddies promo jade's outfit............... whoa

sorry i fell into a black hole. where am i

swerve in our glory vs young bucks vs starks + hobbs swerve going toe to toe beat by beat with nick jackson: awesome did yall just see starks nuzzle in hobbs' pecs? people saw that right. it wasnt just me ok my friends have been yelling about the White Jacket Red Shirt Character in the crowd all show but i just noticed him doing poetry slam snaps in lieu of clapping. who is this someone is panting directly into the ring mic. psychic damage is being inflicted on me directly ohhh that bit with ricky and the bucks was soooo cute swerve strickland betrayal moments??? lmao hobbs AND stark piling on swerve to stop the pin omg people are just getting slammed left and right hobbs is STACKING them whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! SWERVE AND KEITH LEE... NEW CHAMPS...

#talkzon

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cramajoki · 1 year

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The Town that was One Block Long - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Old Apartment

George and I started going down the sidewalk looking at all of the buildings. So many were boarded up, it was unlikely we would find anything interesting to explore. “Do you believe that woman, George? Her story about how unsafe these buildings are? I don’t. It doesn’t make sense. Why would they still be up if they broke the building codes?”

I waited a bit for my brother to respond. He wasn’t saying anything. I turned around to see him staring at the sidewalk, hopping specifically on each of the cracks. “Really, can’t you be normal?” I asked him. His face looked up at me, a bit sad. Tears forming in his eyes as his fists clenched. He was holding back from bawling like a baby.

I decided to apologize. “Hey George, I’m sorry, I went too far there.” With him still crying, I decided to hug him. He cried on my shoulder, snot getting onto my shirt, but it didn’t matter.

I got out a tissue after that to clean the mess on my shirt and under his nose. “There you go. Now come on, let’s explore.”

I ran off down the street, finding a hall in between two of the abandoned shops. “Hey, George, come on!” There was a decaying wooden gate blocking a bit of the path, locked, but I could easily get over it.

When George arrived, he looked at this and paused before shaking his head. “No.”

“Come on, George, what’s the point of exploring if it’s safe?”

“But, the lady said--” He began.

“Nevermind was Mildew or whatever said.” I dragged him over to the gate and helped him over. He struggled a bit at first, but eventually went along with it.

“Ow!” He said as he landed on the other side.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He spoke. Soon after, it was my turn to hop over the gate. On the other side there was a concrete staircase leading up somewhere.

“Come on, it probably goes to some old apartment. Maybe that one with an overhang.” I started running up the steps, and following it to a door. It was locked it seemed. I tried pulling on it a bunch, but it wouldn’t budge.

My brother was catching up behind me when he commented on this. “Let’s go.”

“No wait, I think the door’s just stuck.”

“We’re not supposed to be here.” He insisted.

Finally, there was a thud. The door came swinging open. “Now see, it just needed a budge.”

As we walked forward, I could feel underneath me the carpeted floor feeling wet and soggy. “Ew… Must’ve rained recently.”

I got out my phone as a flashlight to look at the area around us. The walls were covered in mold, crawling up from the floor. It was dark and greenish looking. Probably slimy too, but I wasn’t going to touch it. Behind me I heard my brother cough a bit. “Quiet.” I told him.

We walked through what seemed to be an abandoned apartment building. Small, only four doors. Two of which were locked, one we came in from. The only other one was off its hinges. It was heavy, but I managed to get it out of the way.

Inside the room, there was some old furniture, all of which was torn up and rotting. A desk, a lamp, and a couch. “Cool.” I said, excited to see this all.

Over to the desk I went, finding a small photograph. It was in color and… wait. That looked like… mom and dad. But slightly older with different kids. “Hey George, look at this. These people look like our mom and dad.”

Seeing this image startled him. “We have to go.” He rushed to the door.

“Calm down, George. It’s just a weird coincidence.” I placed it back on the desk and decided to take a picture of it with my phone. “I know dad would love this. He loves weird stuff like this.”

“Can we go now?” George insisted.

“Oh. Alright.” I said, heading towards him.

Just after, I stepped on a loose spot in the floor, falling partially through it. Somehow the floor was up to my chest as I looked around. I spotted a colony of rats right in front of me, staring right at me with their beady eyes.

George started screaming thanks to the noise and the rats. They ran away immediately into some holes in the walls, but it did startle us. Meanwhile, I was still stuck in the floor. “Hey, help me out here!” I told him.

Soon George came to me, pulling by my arm. “Not my arm! Grab under my arms!” He did so as I pushed up from the floor. Soon I lifted out. “Well, that was fun.” I said before brushing off some mold that got onto my shirt and overalls. Soon though I started hearing something from behind the couch.

I paused in fear listening to it. It sounded like something squishing against the carpet and clawing at the couch. Such a light scratching noise. George was frozen but I went over to look at it, walking closer and closer. I started hearing something… something moaning. Something in pain.

Then I saw it. It. A thing. A shriveled up thing, lying on the ground behind that couch. It’s teeth, crooked and yellow. It’s eyes, red and swollen. It’s body… naked and pale. It looked like a human who had shrivelled up like a raisin. But… oh no.

“ Let’s go.”

We rushed to the staircase, but found the door was stuck. I kept pushing on it but it wasn’t moving. George was getting impatient. “Open it!” He demanded.

“I’m trying!” I yelled at him, pushing harder and harder until it finally opened.

#Writing #story #stories #horror

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titanicsimp · 3 years

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Could I get a scenario modern day au where eren is on the phone and he makes his S/O ride him while hes on the phone

Yes you can, Thank you for sending in a request!!♥️

Eren Yeager x fem!reader - Having you ride him while he’s on the phone

cw: Vaginal sex, sex while on the phone, light choking, brief blowjob-ish

a/n: not me struggling to write this because I’m beefing with a dude called Eren irl 👹

“You’re kidding me?! The one time I don’t go I miss all this?”

Eren chats and laughs loudly, his phone pressed against his ear. He’s sitting next to you on the couch, his free arm resting leisurely over the back of the couch, his fingers teasing your neck and his nails scraping past the sensitive skin now and then.

Why did Armin have to call right now? Just a few minutes ago Eren’s lips had been on yours and his hand up your shirt, grinding the bulge in his pants against your panties eagerly. You had been so ready to have him shove his cock into your wetness, but then his phone rang. When he got off of you to pick up the phone, you had expected it to be a short call, but you were unfortunately wrong. Jean had gotten shit faced the night before and Eren wanted to hear all about it from Armin, leaving you pouting next to him on the couch.

You tug at the end of your skirt impatiently as Eren continues calling next to you. Your core still throbs with need, it’s not fair that he got you all fired up to just leave you like this.

His hand grabs your chin, making you look at him. ‘Come here’ he mouths, flashing you a grin. You raise your eyebrows in confusion, but do so nonetheless, his hand sliding over your arm and guiding you onto his lap.

You can hear Armin still talking on the other end of the call, a second voice joining in now and then in the background which you are guessing is Connie. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you cock your head to the side, questioning him silently about what he wants.

“Please tell me you took pictures.” Eren tells Armin while his hand slides up your stomach, your breath hitching when he reaches your chest.

He gropes at your breasts eagerly through your top, the lustful intention behind his request now showing in his eyes.

Seems like Armin is searching for pictures as Eren quickly mutes himself. His gaze locks onto yours and he smirks. “I want you to ride me.”

Your eyes widen, this is new.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that impatient look on your face. Come on, baby.” He tells you, his hand only leaving your breasts so he can push your shirt up. He groans at the sight of your lacy bra, the swell of your breasts looking incredibly tempting. “Ride my fucking cock.”

You nod your head and grind yourself against his crotch, feeling how hard he already is. Guess you weren’t the only one still worked up despite the interruption. Armin’s voice returns and Eren unmutes himself. He presses a finger to his mouth, warning you to be silent.

It’s odd to hear him talking so casually while you unzip his pants, the emotions on his face flashing past fast as he focuses on both you and the conversation.

“Why did you let him take pictures? He’s a shit photographer when he’s sober, nevermind drunk.”

He breathes in sharply when you stroke his length through his boxers, a sly smile showing on your face. You grip onto his clothed cock, stroking it till you feel him throbbing through the material.

You wet your lips when you free him from his boxers, precum dripping from the tip of his cock already. You want to taste him.

As soon as you move down slightly, Eren grabs your chin, raising your face back up. ‘Focus’ he mouths at you cockily. You pout in disappoint, but follow his direction regardless. Grabbing onto his hard cock, you position yourself over him, allowing your slick to drip down onto him when you move your underwear to the side. His hand finds your hip and his fingers dig in harshly as he braces himself.

Teasing him is a tempting thought. He seems to catch the look of mischief on your face, pushing you down onto the head of his cock easily with the single hand on your hip. You bite your lip as you let him sink you down fully onto his length.

This is what you wanted and you wish you could sigh at the relief of having him stuff your throbbing cunt. His jaw tightens as he tries to hold his own sounds back, his lips parted and letting out heavy breaths.

“What? Nah I just caught a cold, can’t breath well through my nose.” Eren says into the phone, Armin apparently having questioned him on his breathing.

You giggle softly before you start moving your hips, slowly dragging his cock along your walls. He feels so good, stretching you out so perfectly.

He lets his head hang back, eyes squeezing shut as you ride him. He’s has to fight the urge to pick you up and fuck you into the couch, knowing that much faster than you are going right now will be noticeable, your cunt already making enough wet noises like this.

You aren’t focusing on the conversation anymore in even the slightest. All you need to hear is his strained breathing and the slap of your body against his. You want to go faster, take him into you deeper, but Eren’s hand squeezes in warning whenever you change your pace.

Looking at him with his head thrown back, neck all exposed, you can’t help the urge to touch him more. You lean forward, placing your hands on his chest as your lips find the exposed skin of his neck.

“Shit.” He mumbles, letting it slip.

You know you should probably slow down as he quickly whips up an excuse for Armin, but you won’t. He wanted you to ride him and you won’t be stopped by this phonecall again.

When you lick and suck at a sensitive spot on his neck, his hand suddenly finds your hair. He pulls your head back by it roughly, away from his neck and making you face him, a moan slipping past your lips as he keeps the hold on your hair. His cheeks are flushed a deep red and his eyebrows are knit together, the strain he’s putting on himself apparent. He thrusts up into you hard, breaking your pacing and causing you to clench around him wildly. Your nails dig into his t-shirt, gripping the fabric as he continues to fuck up into your heat.

The mischievous look in Eren’s eyes sends a shiver down your body. He’s caring less and less about being heard. He doesn’t even notice that Armin has gone quiet on the other side, so focused on the way you suck him in.

Sorry Armin. The embarrassment of it is present, but only as a little whisper in the back of your mind. Your main priority right now is slamming back against Eren’s thrusts till your eyes are crossed from cumming.

“I need to help y/n with something, hold on.” Eren announces to his friend before quickly putting his phone down further away on the couch.

He grins as his hands move under your skirt and to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh and making it jiggle in his hands with every collision of your bodies. “He’s going to hear your messy pussy like this, baby.” Eren croaks out, leaning closer so he can say it softly.

You shake your head. “H-he won’t.”

“Hhmm, are you sure?”

Your body shakes with pleasure and you feel the coil in your abdomen starting to build.

One of his hands leaves your ass to grab onto your neck, holding his big hand around it loosely. “Are you sure he can’t hear, or do you just not care?”

All you can do is shake your head again, your eye crossing moment coming so close that you don’t want to slow down. His hand lightly squeezing your neck only makes more of your slick drip down his cock and you can feel his heavy breath on your neck now, his face so close to you. “You just don’t care huh. You don’t care as long as I keep on pounding your little hole.”

He kisses your jaw as his grip on your ass tightens, his fingers painfully scratching through your panties. “Tell me that you don’t care, or you won’t get to cum.”

A surge of ecstasy and desperation flows through you, your lips quivering. “I don’t care. God, Eren, I don’t care, please just keep fucking me.” You whisper out fast, scared that if you part your lips for more than a few seconds moans will start pouring out.

His chuckle resonates against your skin before he moves away from it. You bite your lip harshly when Eren stares down at you, his intense gaze going straight to your core. He catches you off guard by moving his hand from your neck to over your mouth, the other leaving your ass and seeking out your clit instead. Your eyes widen as your walls spasm around his length when he starts rubbing your clit. “Cum and show me how desperate you were for my cock.” He whispers.

You whimper against his hand, moving your hips becoming increasingly harder, but Eren is more than happy to pick up the slack. His fingers send sparks through you at every circle they draw over your sensitive nub. His hand becomes more of a blessing with each second that passes, keeping your noises repressed becoming nearly impossible.

Beads of sweat form on his forehead, and you can tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek in an effort to hold back. His cock starts twitching as he rocks himself up against you, his end quickly approaching. Shit, it had been hard to pry his hands off of you when he got the call, but after he kept on seeing your impatient, lustful face from the corner of his eye, he couldn’t wait any longer. As he watches you bounce on his cock, your eyes watery and rolling to the back of your head, he knows he made the right decision. Even Armin couldn’t blame him for being tempted by a sight like you.

You mewl his name out against his hand, ass smacking down against his thighs repeatedly at a desperate pace. So close, so close you can feel your legs quiver from your impending orgasm already.

Eren pinches your clit, catching you by surprise and violently pushing you over the edge. His hand cups your mouth more intently as whines slip past your lips and your cunt spasms around his cock. He curses under his breath, continuing to thrust into you even after you fall slack against him, little shocks rocking your body. Having the walls of your heat milk him so tightly makes sure that his orgasm isn’t far behind yours.

Hot spurts of cum fill your insides after a last shallow thrust, Eren having purposely pulled his cock out almost completely so cum instantly starts running out of your cunt. Your thighs and his pants become stained even as he’s still pumping you full.

When he pulls out with a sigh, he quickly snaps your panties back in place, covering your heat back up. Within seconds you can feel your panties becoming soaked with his cum, your hole still heavily spilling from how much he filled you up.

Eren’s hand slowly leaves your mouth before he pushes your weak form away from his chest. “Come on, baby, get off. Armin’s waiting.” He whispers cruelly in your ear. Heat immediately rises to your cheeks as your fucked out mind registers that he’s still on the phone.

You force yourself off of his lap on wobbly legs while he looks at you with smug satisfaction. Before you can get away from him, he pushes you down on your knees by your shoulders, your legs easily giving out. You raise your eyebrows at him, but he simply picks up his phone from the couch. “Hey, I’m back. Y/n needed some help moving boxes.”

You bite back a yelp as he forces your face against his cock, his free hand holding the back of your head. With a half glare, you part your lips and start cleaning him off. Your combined juices feel tingly on your tongue as you lick up and down his length.

“Y/n? Yeah, she’s doing great.” Eren looks down at you cockily as you lap at his half hard length. “I’ll have her say hi.”

Your eyes widen at him, your tongue falling still. “No she’s fine with it. I’ll hand her the phone right now.” He tells Armin before reaching the phone out towards you. You give him a full glare now as you take the phone out of his hand, a grin showing on his face.

Your hand shakes slightly as it wraps around the phone and you bring it to your ear.

“Hey y/n...”

Shit, you can tell from the tone of Armin’s voice that’s he’s flustered, and right now that can only mean one thing. You bite the inside of your cheek in embarrassment at being confronted with the fact he heard. Your eyes flick from the ground to Eren, who catches your gaze and raises his eyebrows like he has to clue why you are hesitating.

Swallowing heavily, you try to keep your voice steady even as Eren pats the back of your head, his cock still smearing against your cheek. “H-hi Armin..”

You think you did pretty good, not having heard the light slurring of your words and heightened pitch of your voice. Both men heard it though, and both felt a twitch because of it.

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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💋Soldat107💋

🍒 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

💋 WARNINGS// m masturbation, implied f masturbation, cursing, mentions of alcohol, lil bit of fluff

🍒 AU// Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

💋 NOTE// This is tame compared to what's coming next. Requests and asks are always open, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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"C'mon, big boy! Nat is gonna be here soon." You called down the hall, Bucky walking out of his bedroom as he pulled his shirt on. "I'm coming, calm down." He sighed. "Well, don't you look handsome." You smiled, smoothing your hands over his shoulders, feeling the muscles tense a little under your touch. "Oh, stop flirting."

"Nevermind, you look horrible." You teased, Bucky rolling his eyes at you as he got in the fridge for a water. "If I was to set you up with one of my friends- would you go?"

"Nope."

Though a small wave of relief washed over him, he couldn't stop himself from asking- "why not?"

"I have plenty of fun- by myself." You winked, a low chuckle pulling from Bucky's chest as he took a quick drink from the bottle. "Well, any guy who gets to date you is lucky, dollface."

You jutted your bottom lip out, reaching your hands out to hold his jaw. "Awe, Bucky. So sweet, gimme some sugar." You giggled, planting a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

Bucky looked at the tinted gloss painted on your lips and groaned. "Oh, c'mon, get it off. Sam teases me enough." He frowned. "Ok, ok. Lemme see." You laughed, pulling him down closer by the back of his neck.

"Hey!" He whined when you left another one on the opposite cheek. "Now, you match. Want some more?" You teased, Bucky trying to wiggle away as you wrapped your arms around his sturdy waist. "No, no more sugar."

"Oh, all of the sugar. C'mere, big boy." You giggled, making kissy noises at him as his face went beet red, laughter bubbling from his chest. "Stop! We gotta- we gotta go."

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Bucky tried to keep his eyes from staring a hole into you the entire time you were at the club not far from the apartment. Occasionally glancing over Steve's shoulder to where you were enjoying yourself with Natasha, the hem of your dress lifting every so often to give a peek at the lacy underwear underneath.

"You listenin', Buck?" The blonde chuckled, snapping his fingers in front of Bucky to get his attention again. "Hmm? Yeah, I heard ya'." Bucky lied.

"Obviously not. You're staring so hard that it's getting creepy." Steve teased. "Is that drool?" Sam quipped, making Bucky mock laughter and roll his eyes as he lifted the glass bottle to his lips.

He had been waiting for a half an hour for a reason to ditch, seeing you shaking your head at a man who just stepped closer when Natasha walked away was the perfect reason.

"There goes Bucky, swooping in to save the day." He shot a look to Sam over his shoulder, snaking his arms around your waist and leaning to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck.

Your face heated up at the sudden action, but the look on the strangers face as he backed away made you give a soft smile and place your hands on the metal forearm that was around your waist.

"Ready to leave? I'm bored." He muttered as he pulled you away from the crowd and the lingering man, facial hair scratching at your skin as he talked. "My hero." You laughed, pulling out of his grip and waving to the group of friends who sat at the bar.

"Unspoken rule number three, it is my job as your roommate to save you from unwanted situations." Bucky smiled, pushing open the door to hold it for you. "What a gentleman."

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3am hit while Bucky was scrolling his phone. The weekly notification dropping down at the top of his screen.

This time, there were two new videos; Bucky's eyes going wide when he saw the title on the second one.

For the best tipper- Soldat107

He hesitated at first to click it, his hand slipping into the waistband of his briefs to grip himself when the video loaded.

The swirling in the pit of his stomach started quicker than he had expected. Bucky rutting his hips into his hand as his top teeth bit down into his lip to make sure you didn't hear him this time and eyes fluttering shut as he spilled over the edge.

Once he was done, his phone and headphones were thrown to the side. Being quick to clean the mess on his hand and stomach before leaving his room to go shower.

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The next morning, Bucky went on his run with Sam and Steve after breakfast. The main topic being how he hadn't asked you on a date yet.

"Just ask her and stop being a whimp about it." Sam said, nudging his shoulder as they walked up the stairs of the apartment building. "She's my roommate, that's what makes it more difficult."

"That should make it easier, Buck. You already know almost everything about each other, there wouldn't be any awkward silences if you took her out." Steve pointed, as if Bucky hadn't already weighed the pros and cons.

"It's also very convenient that her room is across the hall from yours." Sam nodded, making Bucky roll his eyes as he opened the door to his apartment.

You looked over your shoulder from washing the dishes to where he was walking in, athletic shorts low on his hips and hair tied up messily. "It was my turn to do those." Bucky said with a pointed look. "I got bored." You shrugged, feeling the heat from his form when he stood behind you.

"When most people get bored, they watch tv." He turned the water off and you turned to face him. "How was your run?" You asked, leaning back against the counter. "Annoying and sweaty."

You nodded, letting your eyes wander down to his sweat slicked chest. The shine making his muscular torso seem even more defined. "I can tell."

Bucky hummed in response and went to pull you in for a hug, your hands pressing to his chest to keep him away as a mischievous smile tugged his lips. "Get off, Bucky. I don't want a sweaty hug." You warned with a laugh. "You know you like seeing me sweaty."

Your face warmed and you curled your fingers under his to try to pry them from your waist. "Go- take a shower." You giggled, Bucky pouting as he backed away to go down the hall.

You could hear Bucky rustling around in his room as you put the dishes away, a call of your name making you walk into his view as he walked back into the hall.

"Have you seen my sweats?" He sighed. "Which ones?"

"Dark grey." You didn't let yourself look down as he adjusted the waistband of his briefs. "Check my closet if they're not in yours."

Bucky nodded and opened your bedroom door, going to looked through the folded clothes on the top shelf of your closet.

Not finding them there, he went to the trunk that was at the foot of your bed, thinking you kept more clothes in it as he opened it.

He choked on air when he saw the familiar sight of a masquerade mask along with the same backdrop the camgirl he watched and different sets of lingerie neatly placed inside.

"Did you find it?" Bucky heard your voice say as you got closer. "I fuckin' found something, cherry." He huffed, everything in him wanting him to just shut the trunk and forget he ever saw it.

You rolled your eyes and waved his hand away to shut it, folding your arms across your chest. "That's an invasion of privacy, Buck."

"I'm canceling my subscription." Bucky said, looking up at the ceiling. "You're what now?" You said, cocking your head to the side. Everything not clicking in place for you yet.

"I'm canceling." He repeated, looking down at you. The fact that Bucky had seen your videos settling in. "You- oh, god." You bit back a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Yep. Remember the best tipper? Me. Now, I'm gonna go take a very cold shower. Don't look at me for awhile, I'm embarrassed." Bucky turned to leave the room, you following right behind him.

"Bucky, please, don't make this weird." You whined, reaching to grab the metal of his wrist in your hand.

He stopped and let out a long breath through his nose, running a hand down his face. "Four months. You've lived here four months and I didn't know I watched your videos every weekend? I feel-" A visible shudder passed through him, a guilty feeling settling deep in his stomach along with a little bit of curiosity. "Lemme see it."

"See what?" You asked, letting go of his wrist. "The cherry. I wanna see it." He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes and turned so your back was to him before lifting the hem of your dress, pulling the waistband of your underwear down enough for him to see the tattoo.

Bucky swallowed thickly and moved his hands to cover himself, tearing his gaze away from your backside. "Yeah. That made it worse. I'm gonna go shower now."

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A few days passed, Bucky hadn't mentioned anything else about what he had found in your room. Everything stayed normal, except the increase in lingering looks you'd catch.

And the curiosity of what it was like to film yourself doing such personal things.

"I wanna do it." Bucky blurted out as you handed him a beer and the bowl of popcorn. "Do what?" You asked, taking your spot next to him on the couch and grabbing the remote from the coffee table. "The thing you do."

You looked over at him with an amused smile. "You'd make good money doing it." You said, Bucky's eyebrows raising. "You think?"

"Well, obviously. Look at you." You breathed a laugh, gesturing a hand towards him. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip, thinking over what he was about to say. "Do you ever think about... having a guest?"

You cocked an eyebrow at him, silently debating what he had said. Bucky had the build something like what you would see on a statue in a museum, a handsome face and delightful personality to match. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have some type of attraction towards him.

"You offering, Buck?"

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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could you possibly write something about Sirius & remus dating and remus feeling bad that Sirius keeps paying (since obviously he's big deal NHLer v trainer)

Oof, yes. This was combined with asks for some Coops hurt/comfort where one doesn't want to talk, as well as an argument. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for wealth insecurity, small argument (not a blowout)

Grocery shopping had never been Remus’ favorite thing in the world, but he had to admit it was a lot more fun when everything came with the thrilling reminder that he was living with the love of his life. He got to learn Sirius’ preferences on everything from candles (softer scents, or something woodsy) to towels (as fluffy as humanly possible) and filed every detail away in the little pocket of his brain entirely dedicated to the beautiful man that could reach the top shelves.

“What’s next?” he asked an hour into their latest Target excursion.

Sirius tilted his phone to show the screen. “Sheets.”

“I still can’t believe you had a hole in those and didn’t notice,” Remus said with a shake of his head.

“How do you know it wasn’t your fault?” Sirius countered with a playful quirk of his eyebrow.

“I’m not the one that runs marathons in my sleep,” Remus laughed, standing on his toes to kiss his stubbly cheek. “Oof. Prickly.”

Sirius scrunched his nose. “You like it.”

“Hmm. Perhaps.”

“Perhaps,” he mimicked, bumping Remus’ hip with his own. “What kind do you want?”

Remus shrugged one shoulder as they turned down the next aisle, scanning the shelves of plastic-wrapped packages in a million different patterns. “I like the look of the white ones, but grey or blue could be nice. You?”

“As long as they’re soft and have you in them, I don’t care.”

“Sap,” he teased, though he was unable to fight the blush racing hot up his neck. Sirius didn’t protest; his small, smug smile needed no explanation. Remus pushed the cart slowly down the aisle, making note of the price tags as he went. Sheets were always an expense—not as bad as blankets or, god forbid, a new mattress, but an expense all the same. He had managed to keep his last ones in good condition for almost ten years before they wore out.

The $30 set doesn’t look too bad, but that’s a weird color…Sirius hates microfiber…I’d rather not sleep on puppy print…getting laid on a 1970s paisley pattern would kill me instantly… “How about these?”

He startled and glanced down the aisle, where Sirius was holding a set in faint gray. An unbidden grin pulled at the side of his mouth. “The softest of the bunch, huh?”

“Of course,” Sirius laughed. “Come feel, it’s like heaven.”

Remus pushed off and hopped up on the undercarriage, riding the cart all the way until he reached Sirius’ side; his hand was halfway to the exposed block of fabric when he froze. $186.99, read the price tag below the stack of sheets in varying colors. Almost $200, and the only difference was the softness. “I…” he faltered slightly, looking between Sirius and the sheets for a moment.

“Do you not like them?”

“No, I do,” Remus said as his mind whirred. He had never spent more than a hundred dollars on sheets before. It wasn’t wildly out his budget, especially once he started working with the Lions, but he had always been careful with money. Sirius…Sirius had never had to do that. Never in his life.

“Is it the color? Because they have white ones—”

“It’s 200 dollars,” he almost laughed. Sirius fell quiet in obvious confusion as Remus turned to look at him. “Sirius, those sheets are 200 dollars.”

“Yes?”

“There’s—” Remus broke off again; something a little too much like shame for his liking crawled up his throat. “I—sure, yeah, if you like them.”

“It’s not about what Ilike,” Sirius continued, as if he couldn’t see the discomfort tensing every one of Remus’ muscles. “It’s our bed. I don’t want to get sheets you hate.”

“No, no, they’re nice.” Too nice. Remus forced a smile. “I like them.”

Sirius looked at him for a moment. “Which ones do you prefer?”

The ones that don’t cost the same as my monthly food budget. “Uh, the color threw me off at first,” he said. “The blue ones are better.”

The crease between Sirius’ brows eased by a degree and he kissed Remus’ jaw gently, then switched the sets. “D’accord, mon loup. Whatever makes you happy.”

Remus was as quiet as he could be without arousing suspicion for the rest of the trip. Sirius paid for their things—like always, Remus realized with a turn of his stomach—and helped him carry the bags to the car without another word about the sheets.

He stayed quiet the whole way home.

The shame mounted as they drove. It seemed everything was a sudden, unwelcome reminder of just how different he and Sirius were. Sirius’ family had a chef during his childhood—Remus made himself PB&Js every morning for the entirety of middle school. Sirius had a brand-new car—Remus had never had cause to justify that over public transportation and Uber. It was embarrassing, and Sirius’ unintentional thoughtlessness was more frustrating than he thought it would be.

He didn’t say anything as they pulled up to the house and unloaded their shopping bags; his shirt and jeans itched his skin like sandpaper. Judging from the look on Sirius’ face, he had picked up on Remus’ frustration, but there was no way Remus was going to get into the root of it while he still felt so twitchy.

Damn you and your emotional intelligence, he thought as he slipped past Sirius’ worried glances and up the stairs to their bedroom. Be oblivious for once and let me get through this.

The bed was stripped bare—their duvet and pillows sat in a heap on top of the mattress. Remus thought back to the first night he had slept there, marveling at the cloudlike support on his achy lower back. He had chalked it up to the pure bliss that came with finally having what he really wanted, but his traitorous brain was starting to convince him it wasn’t the joy that made it seem so nice.

He had never gone without food. His parents always made sure he had clothes that mostly fit and the school supplies he needed. They paid for his hockey gear and the team dues until he was old enough to work part-time and start saving his own money; scholarships had always been of a quiet importance in their house. Things got tighter when Jules was born, but they made it work. Remus would always be grateful for that.

Sirius had never had to think about money in that way. Not once.

Remus sighed through his nose as he pulled his battered Wisconsin hoodie over his head and tightened the drawstring of his sweats, letting the comfort envelop him. “It’s not his fault,” he murmured into the mirror. “Don’t get into your head about this.”

Sirius was in the living room when Remus made his way down the stairs with his hands curled into the worn sleeves of the hoodie. He said nothing while Remus began absently cleaning up the scattered items around their junk bowl, though his gaze prickled the back of his neck.

“Mon loup?” came the soft question after two minutes of tense silence.

“Yeah?” he managed around the tightness in his lungs.

He could practically taste Sirius’ hesitation. “Did I—nevermind. Sorry.”

“What?”

“It’s nothing,” Sirius said again, though he seemed to be folding in on himself. Remus hated seeing him try and take up less space, and hated the idea that he was the one that caused it.

$200. On sheets.

“What’s going on?” Remus asked, leaning back against the countertop.

“No, I just—” Sirius pasted on a smile and cross the room, dropping a tentative kiss to the top of his head as he passed despite the wary look in his eyes. “Just a thought. It’s nothing.”

“You’re upset.”

“No, no, I’m good.”

“Please don’t lie to me.” It came out harsher than intended and Remus winced. “I mean—Sirius, something is obviously bothering you.”

He chewed the inside of his lip for a moment, rubbing his thumbs in small circles over the marble countertop before making brief eye contact. “You’re angry,” he said at last, cautiously. “Are you angry with me?”

“No,” Remus said, then paused. Sirius’ face fell. “Well, I’m a little irritated, but—but it’s stupid, and I shouldn’t be.”

“It’s not stupid.”

Remus swallowed hard at the kicked-puppy look on Sirius’ face. “It is.”

“I’m sorry,” Sirius said.

And that was…honestly, kind of the worst thing he could say. “You don’t get it,” Remus said, staring at the floor. “Sirius, you just spent 200 dollars on sheets.”

If anything, that seemed to upset him more. “You said you liked them.”

“I—” Remus flailed his hand around. “I do! But Jesus, honey, that’s kind of a lot!”

“We both liked the sheets.”

“I don’t know how to tell you that that’s expensive!” he blurted as the words wormed their way out and hung in the air. “Two hundred dollars might be peanuts to you, but that used to be my food budget for the month!”

“Remus—”

“You have never had to budget a day in your life,” he said, quieter. “Your watch probably cost more than a month’s rent for my apartment, you’ve never taken public transportation—”

“Remus—”

“—and you make millions of dollars every year!” He paused, out of breath, and ran a hand through his hair in disbelief. “Millions, Sirius. And—and now that we’re together, that we’re living together, it’s just really apparent in a way that it wasn’t before.”

Sirius’ throat bobbed. “I wish you had told me at the store.”

“It’s not about the sheets,” Remus laughed, because there was nothing else he could do other than cry. “We have entirely different views of how much money is worth. You can pay for things for me and I can’t do the same for you, and that feels like shit.”

An unsettling quiet blanketed the whole first floor as Sirius stayed very, very still, like a small animal caught in a trap. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” he confessed, barely above a whisper. “You’re right. Money is…it’s not something I’ve had to think about, but I like spending it on you.”

“I don’t like being cared for,” Remus forced out around the grate that had been keeping it down. “I don’t like feeling like I can’t support myself, or that I’m a burden on you and especially that I can’t repay that.”

Sirius finally met his eyes, and he looked appalled. “Remus, you’re never a burden.”

“It feels like it.” He was horrified to feel the burn of tears in his eyes. “Sometimes. When—when you buy nice things for me, or we go on nice vacations, or even when you buy groceries for us for the fifth time in a row, it feels like I’m using you for your money.”

“But you’re not.”

“No!” Remus said immediately. “God, no, never. That’s the last thing I want. But I don’t want you to have to change your lifestyle to make it revolve around me, either. I feel like I’m caught in the middle and there’s no good answer.”

Sirius watched him for a moment, the way that always made Remus feel a little bit like a particularly intricate play he was trying to work out. “What did you want to say at the store?”

“I—what?”

“What did you want to say while we were getting the sheets?”

Remus bit his lip in thought. “Those are too expensive, and I think we should get different ones,” he said eventually. “I like the color and the fabric, but I don’t want to spend that much money on sheets when we could do something else with it.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask sooner.” The earnest look on Sirius’ face eased some of the bubbling feelings in his chest. “And I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could tell me.”

“I was embarrassed.”

“…why?”

“Because it’s embarrassing to look at your multi-millionaire boyfriend and say, ‘I can’t afford $200 sheets’, Sirius. It sucks. I feel like I can’t measure up.”

Sirius nodded. “I’ve never judged you for your money, not once. Just for the record. There’s nothing I would rather spend it on than making you happy.”

“I don’t want to be sheltered and provided for.” Remus blinked back the last of the tears and closed his eyes. “I want us to be equals. That’s important to me.”

“Okay.”

“And I don’t know how to fix this right away.”

“I don’t, either.” Warm fingers brushed the back of his hand and he leaned into Sirius without looking. “Can we try and figure it out, though? As a team?”

“Yes, captain,” he snorted, feeling Sirius’ soft huff on the top of his head. They stood silently for a few seconds before Remus let go of his tension with a slow exhale. “I don’t think a joint bank account is a good idea yet, but maybe we can start by alternating who buys groceries? Or something small like that. I don’t want to feel like this anymore, not with you. I love you too much.”

Sirius nuzzled into his hair for a moment before lips pressed against his temple. “How about we start by making the bed?”

The pressure on Remus’ chest eased. Making the bed was easy. They had the exact same method for it, a function of Sirius growing up with a militant mother and Remus’ aunts lovingly terrorizing him into learning how to do hospital corners. It was an olive branch that he could happily accept with a light squeeze around Sirius’ waist. Baby steps, he thought. We’ll deal with the big stuff when we’re better settled. He offered a half-smile to Sirius. “What are we waiting for?”

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