#this wasn't supposed to be a roast but I have a lot of feelings
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Double Life: 6 (ATSV x reader x Batfam)
Summary: Can't have family dinner without a little family drama
Part 5 Part 7
You and Redhood were currently having a standoff.
You were freaking out a little. Because how long was he standing there? Watching you. . . did he see you use the watch for the portal? how much does he know now? He knows your Spider-woman. This wasn't supposed to happen. Spider-woman was supposed to be dead. Gone.
All of this was going through your mind.
Redhood on the other hand, just didn't like another vigilante doing their business here. Whatever shit he just saw go down, didn't need to be here in Gotham.
"So, you're going to tell me what you're doing here in Gotham? or do I have to put a built in ya for you to talk."
You can tell he isn't bluffing. You've done some research on the vigilantes of Gotham. And Redhood, is known to be one of the most violent ones. You must be cautious.
"Not here to fight. Was just taking care of my own problem." You put your hands up in the air to show you're not causing any harm. But Redhood still kept the gun pointed at you. Walking even more closer to you.
"Whatever problem you have here at Gotham. Is mine as well." Redhood kept a mental note to report this back to Bruce. As Redhood came closer to you. He saw a chip on the ground. An odd looking one.
You mentally curse as you watched Redhood pick up the chip the green goblin anomaly had dropped. You can't risk it being in Redhood's hands right now. You used your web shooter to retrieve the chip.
"This is mine." You stuffed it in your pocket. Redhood frowns. "What's in the chip." He still had the gun pointed to you.
"That's for me to worry about. So, how about we just, go our separate ways and-" Before you can finish your sentence. There was a large explosion at the side of the building. Causing you to fall on your knees and dropping the chip.
"What the hell?" Redhood mumbled. Once he heard multiple gunshots going off, that's when he remembered what he was really here for. He got so distracted he forgot about a gang deal that he was supposed to stop. He cursed under his breath and quickly ran to the window and jumped out of it.
You sighed and was about to just leave this to Redhood. This was his city after all. And he didn't seem to kind on newcomers. But you heard the multiple gunshots and shouting. That sounds like a lot of people. And he's just one man. . .
Redhood was taking cover behind a car. He had already taken down ten guys. But there were a lot more left. He peeks out from behind the car. Trying to come up with a plan to deal with the many more gang members.
Suddenly, you come swinging down with a . . . log? what the hell. where the hell did you get a log?
He watched in utter disbelief as you knocked out a good number of gang members You made your witty comments as you casually roasted the gang members about their hair, tattoos and poor outfit choices.
You were able to buy Redhood some time to get to the leaders of the two gangs. You distracted the gang members as Redhood easily fought his way through to get to the gang leaders who were trying to get away.
Redhood put the leaders down and tied them up. Whilst you had already tied up the other gang members. Redhood turned around, and saw you were already climbing back into the building.
You were in the building. With a silver suitcase that belonged to one of the gangs. You had an odd feeling about it and snatched it. As you opened it, your surprised to see Alchemax tech.
What the hell is Alchemax tech doing all the way here in Gotham. Whatever it is, it's not good. You quickly closed the case and had already decided to take it back home with you.
Before you could leave the building. You heard another shot ring throughout the building. A built was shot to the wall next to you, causing you to stop in your tracks. You slowly turn around to see it was Redhood.
"That case doesn't belong to you." Redhood spoke to you aggressively. Which you fully understand. But he doesn't understand the dangers of what was in this case. and you couldn't explain it to him.
"Sorry buddy. But this is coming with me. You understand right?" You don't even wait for an answer "Ah, knew you'd understand. Thanks!" You quickly dashed out of the room. You hear Redhood following.
Right before you could use your web to get out, Redhood tackles you.
You two fight and struggle to get the case from one another. suddenly, as he ripped the case away from you, he took of your makeshift mask that covered your face.
. . . .
You stayed silent as you realized he has seen your face. You frown, deeply upset about this situation.
"Damn, you're just a kid." Redhood huffed out as he gripped onto the case.
You were upset with the turn of events here, and used both of your webs and shot them at him. Using your supper strength and pulling hard, causing him to stumble, and for his own mask to fall off.
You yanked the mask towards you and held it. Giving him a cheeky grin. "Look, now we're even." You then see his face, and how angry he looks. He looks young too, has to be in his early to mid 20's. and then you see part front of his hair that looked dyed white. You were about to make a snarky comment about it. Then suddenly, you two hear sirens. The cops. For that quick split moment that Redhood was distracted, you threw his mask/helmet at him, he caught it with both hands, causing him to let go of the case.
You used your web shooter and was able to quickly get your hands on the case. You grabbed your mask and quickly slipped it on and ran out of Redhood's sight.
You safely made it home. You stored the case in your secret hiding spot in the bathroom. You gave a quick report on your watch and sent it to HQ.
This isn't good. Redhood saw your face, and you saw his. But that doesn't secure anything. But what worried you most, was Alchemax. Alchemax gave you a hard time in New York. Their, on the low schemas and collaborating with other big-time criminals for more experiments that hurt not only animal subjects, but humans as well. You had to get in touch with Miles and your uncle Aron to inform them of this situation.
As you were in deep thought. A knock was heard at your door. Then you hear Damian's voice.
"Y/n? father wants to make sure you're ready for tonight's dinner." He spoke from the other side of the door.
You let out a deep sigh. Sitting on your bed. So much has happened today. From your panic attack earlier this morning to this moment now. That you had completely forgotten about the dinner.
"Yeah, be done in five." You responded with a very noticeable tired tone. Damian nods to himself. "Okay." And with that, Damian left to meet up with Alfred and his father downstairs. Damian isn't all too happy about seeing Jason. And just hopes Jason will act properly and not make you upset during dinner time.
Bruce had bought you another dress, it was nice and loos and kind of made you look younger. Probably due to the designed. Your hair was let down. You were fidgeting with your bracelet. A little nervous to meet this Jason guy. Your already on good terms with the others, you just hope not to make a bad impression. You were told Jason is a little complicated, so you had to be cautious.
You left your room and bumped into Tim. You and Tim began to have small talk about random things. He mainly asked you what you were more interested besides from video games and your deep interest in Geology.
As you and Tim talk while walking downstairs. Damian was able to slip into your room without anyone's knowledge.
Damian made a beeline for your desk. He searched your desk. Finding mainly schoolwork paper, and some old receipts, which he found off, why did you still have old receipts?
His eyes shifted to your small trash can. And here he sees the crumbled up note you threw away from before. He picked out the note and opened it up.
Call if you need help.
-Miguel
Damian began to wonder who this Miguel person was. With the way you acted when you read the note, you and Miguel don't seem to be on good terms. Mainly you not being friendly to the thought of him. Damian slipped the note in his chest pocket and left your room quietly.
Everyone was downstairs at the dining room table. Dinner was served, but Jason hadn't arrived yet. You were sat next to Bruce who was at the head of the table on your left. And Tim being at on your right, Damian sat across from you, Dick being next to Damian.
"Jason's late." Bruce sighed out under his breath. He looked at you with an apologetic expression. But you just smile, before you could say anything. Damian scoffed.
"What did you expect. That big oaf can't be held accountable for these events. Won't be surprised if he doesn't arrive at all."
"Damian." Dick seemed to not like what Damian said.
Just from this. You know that Damian isn't fond of Jason. But then again, Damian isn't fond of anyone that much.
"Y/n, your aunt called. She said there was a party for your uncle she wanted you to attend." Bruce changed the subject. You paused from the change of subject.
Before you could speak, your cut off once again. The door opens, and in comes Alfred. "Master Jason has arrived." Alfred steps to the side and your heart drops.
Jason. . . Redhood is Jason!?
You and Jason just stare at each other, wide eyed.
"Jason, your late." Bruce sighed out. Jason just kept staring at you. A lot going through his mind right now. You began to get nervous and very anxious. You avoided eye contact with Jason and took a sip of your water.
Jason frowns and took his seat. "Traffic." Was all he said as he sat next to Dick. Bruce began to introduce you to Jason in a more formal way.
Jason just stared at you and leaned back in his chair. "You're Y/n?" Jason spoke with dismay. You set your cup down and gave him a strained smiled. "Yes."
It was silent for a moment, only the silverware clicking against the plates could be heard. Then Bruce decided to continue speaking with you. "Anyways, Y/n. The party your aunt wants you to attend."
"Yeah, my uncle was promoted to captain." You took a sip from your water, still feeling Jason staring at you.
"That's good. How long has your uncle been in the police force?" Bruce asked as he was cutting up his stake.
"Almost 15 years I think." You're not fully sure. You just know your uncle Jeff was a police man for a long time.
Jason lets out a loud hum. "Your uncles a police man. . . interesting." You looked at Jason. The two of you make eye contact. You let out a small, forced smile to Jason. Jason doing the same to you.
There was a clear tension between you and Jason. He knows your secret, and you know his. The question is, who has more to lose?
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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲
- 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝
pairing: virgin!pope heyward x virgin!fem!reader
genre: soft smut and lots of fluff
words: ~3.8k
warnings: outdoor sex (on a roof), protected sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, loss of virginity, mentions of food and alcohol
summary: a date night on the roof and a love confession lead to your first night with your boyfriend
It was a beautiful Saturday night, the sky was clear making all the beautiful stars visible to those who wished to look at them. There was a fresh breeze dancing through the late summer air. It was a quiet night, scattered seagulls were singing in the distance, mixed with the sound waves crashing softly onto the shore.
You were sitting on the roof of “Heyward’s Seafood”, together with Pope, your boyfriend. The two of you had only started dating recently, which added to the slight nervousness you were feeling in your stomach. This obviously wasn’t your first date and yet, something felt different tonight. He was going all out since his parents weren't home tonight. It was their 21st anniversary and like every single year before, Heyward took his wife out for dinner and dancing. Pope had been in charge of closing the store and as soon as he was done, he had invited you to date night on the shop's roof. He knew how much you loved watching the stars at night, it had been your favorite thing to do since you were a little girl.
He had spread out blankets and even made you pasta, your favorite food. Well, all he had to do was cook pasta, roast pine nuts, drown them in pesto, and put some parmesan cheese on top and it still took the best of him. But even after almost dropping the pesto and burning the pine nuts, he still managed to make everything look and taste just as you loved it the most (minus the over-salted penne but you let that one slide because it’s Pope). He even got you that cheap wine you were always dragging around with you when you were hanging out with him and his friends because you knew all they were drinking was beer. JJ used to laugh at you for that, but after multiple smacks to his head by not only Pope but also Sarah, he quickly learned to shut up about your drinking preferences. Pope also knew what a sweet tooth you had, which was why he knew he couldn't miss dessert. He had stored some ice cream in the freezer box, which he had hurled up the tiny ladder. He almost have fallen back down if it wasn't for JJ, who had helped him prepare everything last minute.
“How does it taste? And be honest please, I can handle it.” He asked, his left eyebrow rising as he looked at you with hopeful eyes.
You took a second to finish chewing and swallowing but you didn’t need long to think of an answer. “It’s perfect, baby. I love how you made the pine nuts extra roasty.” You smiled genuinely, but Pope seemed to capture your response more critically than you intended.
“I burned them, didn’t I?” He said, all excitement leaving his voice. “I’m so sorry, I knew I should have made new ones…”
“No, no!” You exclaimed as you stuffed the last few noodles into your mouth. “I said they’re perfect, Pope and you know, I never lie.” You smiled, while you tried to chew your food down as fast as possible. “They are way better than when my dad does them.” You added, before taking the empty plate out of his hands and crawling onto his lab.
“I guess that does mean something, considering your dad is a chef at the country club.” He smiled, almost believing you.
“See.” You giggled, as you softly wiped away the stain of red pesto left on his upper lip. “He always takes them out of the pan way too early, you can barely taste that they are supposed to be roasted.”
For normal people, that would have been a lie, because no one on that island was able to cook as well as your dad did, but for your taste buds, they were always way too mild.
He smiled at your statement, even though he knew he kinda fucked up a little bit. But to his advantage, your mind didn’t stay long with the pasta because as soon as you saw the box, something else crossed your mind immediately.
“Baby, what’s in there?” Your eyes lit up as you saw the smile crawling over his lips, knowing exactly what that meant. He knew how much you loved Ice Cream and since everything was (almost) perfect tonight, you knew what must be in there.
You knew you were right when he opened the box and pulled out a box of ice cream and two spoons. “You know I set all this up, so we could watch the stars together and now you’re sitting with your back to them.” He chuckled, softly as he guided a spoon full of Ice cream to your mouth.
“First of all, I can see them behind you, and second of all, you are way prettier than the stars.”
He tried to hide a smile but he was so flustered, it was hard for him. He loved receiving compliments from you but still, he wasn’t very used to them. You loved seeing him like this, you loved getting his cheeks all hot and flustered, it made you giggle and sent even more butterflies through your core.
You took a sip of your wine, that he had even filled into a wine glass. You didn't even know he knew what a wine glass looked like and he probably didn’t and just took the weirdest looking glass in the cabinet but you were still surprised. You were even more surprised that he decided to drink wine with you tonight, knowing he would get teased endlessly for it if his friends saw him. You appreciated what he did for you tonight, so much that you couldn't keep your eyes off him. He always looked pretty but tonight it was different. He was dressed in a black shirt and some black basketball shorts, a look he knew was killing you. You were obsessed with him dressed all in black and you knew exactly that was why he chose this particular outfit tonight.
The two of you kept rambling on about whatever came to your mind while slowly but surely emptying that box of Ice Cream. Well, in the end, it was you who ate most of it, since Pope was the one who did most of the talking. You couldn’t help but smile at every single thing he said, no matter how boring you would normally think the topics were. After a while he stopped talking, as he looked at your smiling face, wondering what it could be that amused you so much.
“What’s so funny?” He asked. You noticed how unsure he got, a normal thing for him when he caught himself talking without a break. “Am I talking too much? I’m talking too much…”
“No, no!” You chuckled, giving him a reassuring smile. “You know I could listen to you for hours.”
You looked down into the no empty Ice Cream box, the feeling of guilt rushing over your face, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.
“Oh, don’t worry, I mostly got this for you.” He smiled softly, knowing you would feel bad anyway. “Really baby, you know I don't even like strawberries that much.”
“True.” You chuckled, as leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
He quickly retorted the kiss, putting the empty box away, before placing his hands on your waist. The kiss started slow and sweet but quickly turned more passionate as you felt the wine circulating through your veins, giving you the courage to let your hand travel down to his pants, where your hand started massaging his growing bulge. Quiet moans escaped his lips, as your hand slipped into his pants, and quickly the two of you noticed that night, might be night where you went all the way to the end. When you started dating, you quickly found out and neither of you was very experienced in that matter, which made you decide to wait a little bit. There had been many times where you thought this was the night but you always ended up stopping before the actual act. This time felt different though. His hands had wandered under your dress by now, where he quickly noticed the lack of fabric that came with you only wearing a lace thong.
You smirked as you felt his dick twitching under your touch, combined with the sweet moans escaping his beautiful lips. His hands were now wandering up to your tits, where he once again was met with the lack of fabric. You heard a quiet “damn” escaping his lips, as his thumbs traced over your nipples. You let your head fall back as his lips traveled over your neck, kissing every single inch of your skin. You tried to control your moans but the sensation from his thumbs on your nipples and his tongue on your neck was too much for you to stay quiet.
“Baby…” You whispered, your hands finding their way back inside his pants.
“I know.” He mumbled between his kisses, before turning his attention back to your mouth.
Before he could do anything, you had pushed your tongue inside him, not caring to wait for him to take the lead. You gently slid under his pants, so you were holding his hard dick in your hands. You slowly let your hand wander up and down, while your thumb brushed over his tip. You knew how much he loved it when you did that, his twitching erection being the proof. His right hand was now sliding down to your thong, where he laid his finger on your soaking, but still covered clit. This wasn't the first time he made you wet like that but it was the first time you thought it might lead to more. You needed more of him and as if he could read your thoughts, he gently pushed the fabric to the side, before placing his finger back on your clit.
The sudden feeling of direct skin contact, made you moan out loud even louder. He noticed how needy you grew, so you let his fingers trace over your entrance, causing you to look at him with pleading eyes.
“Can I…?” He asked carefully, not being sure if he was going too fast.
“Please.” You whispered, nodding in support of your answer.
He was so gentle as he let his fingers slide inside you. You were already soaking wet but he was so scared of hurting you that he took them back out just to spit on them. You didn’t expect him to do something like that but it only made you want him more. He gently pushed them back inside, causing you to gasp out in pleasure. You shot him an assuring smile before leaning back in for a kiss. You let your hand slide up and down his length while he pushed his fingers back and forth into your core. He started slow but soon began to match your movements, which made it very hard for you to concentrate.
“Pope…” You whispered, “I… I love you.”
He stopped and looked at you, eyes widened in surprise and you were just as surprised as he was. “I…” You stumbled, but he placed his index finger under your chin and guided it up, so you’d look him in the eyes.
“I love you too.” He smiled. “I think I’ve been in love with you since you moved here.”
“But Pope, that was in third grade.” You chuckled, now your eyes were filled with surprise.
“I know.”
This was enough to send you over the edge. You smashed your lips back into his, without leaving him any room to breathe. After what felt like hours, you stopped. “I’m ready. Need to feel you inside me.” You whispered.
He stopped his movements as the excitement rushed all over him. “You sure?”
"Absolutely." You smiled, “If you are.”
“100%!” He exclaimed. “But I don’t… JJ gave me one but It’s downstairs… I think.” He mumbled, earning nothing but a smile from you.
You leaned in for a kiss and whispered: “Pocket inside my bag.”
Pope internally smiled at the way you were always prepared for everything. It was one of the reasons he was so in love with you. He gently pulled your dress over your head, leaving you all exposed in front of him. He took a second to admire your beauty before you pulled off his shirt. You too, needed a second to take him in. It wasn't that you hadn't seen him like this before, you did countless times at the beach but you fell in love with him all over again every time.
“God you’re so pretty.” You mumbled, leaving him all shy and flustered.
“I believe that’s my line, baby.”
“But you’re pretty too.” You giggled.
He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss, while his hands wandered from your waist down to your ass. Your hands were placed on his soft-toned chest, feeling his muscles playing beneath his skin. You were still sitting on top of him, so he signaled you to get up, for him to be able to pull off his pants. Once they were off, he told you to lie down and climbed on top of you. You pulled him in for more kisses, while his hand wandered down to your thong. He easily let his fingers slide under the fabric, his touch sending goosebumps all over your skin. He let his thumb dance over your clit, while his index finger slid inside. You let out a loud moan, leaving a smirk all over his face. It quickly turned into an expression of slight embarrassment, as he remembered where the two of you were at.
"What's wrong?” You asked slightly confused.
“Nothing baby, it's just… what if anyone hears us?”
“Then let them hear us.” You giggled, “But I can try to be more quiet if you want.”
“You know what? No.” He grinned, the thought of other people hearing how good he made you feel suddenly turned him on more than he thought.
And he did make you feel very, very good. The thought of actually being vulnerable like that for someone had always freaked you out a little bit but with him it was different. He made you nervous but not in a bad way. You were nervous indeed, but it was more exciting than anything else.
The deeper his fingers dug inside you, the more you wanted him. Your left hand was placed on his shoulder, while your right one was looking for your bag. You grabbed it and pulled out a tiny colorful package.
“Are you ready?” You asked, earning a nod from your boyfriend.
“Are you?”
“Hmm… I think so?” You answered, more unsure than sure.
“I uhmm… I can…” He stuttered, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
With that, he went down but not without covering your body in kisses, causing you to giggle at the sensation. The moment his tongue met your folds, your giggle turned into moans. You had never felt this way before, as he had never used his tongue on you before. He struggled at first, not really knowing what to do but the louder your moans got, the more confident he became. Pope had always been a quick learner so it didn't take long until he had figured it out. He twisted his tongue inside, hitting exactly where you needed him to hit. He even added his thumb to your clit for support- causing you to see stars even though you had closed your eyes.
You felt something in you tighten, it was unfamiliar but it felt so good and it got only stronger the faster and more eager he got. Before you knew it, your high rushed over you, causing you to almost scream his name into the night. Your angled legs slid down next to his, as you desperately tried to contain your voice. Your hands that were tangled in his hair cramped together, sending a slight pain through his head but in this moment, Pope would’ve rather died than stopping you in any way. He looked up at you, trying to get a quick glance at you since he had never seen a girl orgasm before, at least not outside of the internet and most definitely not caused by himself. He was so amazed by your beauty, that he didn’t realize he was still staring once you opened your eyes again.
“What?” You whispered, still trying to catch your breath. “Did you just watch me? Oh my god, how embarrassing.” You mumbled as you felt your cheeks turning all hot.
“You are so damn beautiful, you have no idea.” He said, his fingers softly caressing over your thighs. “This was the hottest thing I've ever seen.”
“Then you really should look into the mirror more often, pretty boy.” You grinned, before signaling him to come closer and kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips and to your surprise, it was better than you had always imagined. “I think now I'm ready.” You giggled, as you let your hand travel down to his underwear.
You let your hand slide under the fabric, where you quickly felt him harden under your touch. You handed him the condom and he removed his boxers. You were sitting next to him, preparing the extra blanket he had brought, while he tried to roll over the condom, struggling.
“Here, let me help you.” You said, as you led your hand slide over his length, up and down until he was more than ready. Pope’s mind had already drifted back to pleasure land, but you were able to roll it over with ease. You laid yourself back on the blanket, as he crawled on top of you. You swung the other blanket over him, which earned you an appreciative “thank you” from your boyfriend. You spread your legs as he was looking to push it in but you both soon found out that it was actually way easier if you guided him.
The moment he slid inside you, you both let out a moan, almost synchronized. It did hurt a little bit though, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.
“Are you okay, baby?” He asked, his voice filled with concern. “We can stop if it hurts, I’ll stop.”
“No.” You whispered, “It does hurt a little bit but I’m sure it will stop soon. You did good preparation work.” You smirked, causing him to smile himself.
“If you want me to stop, just say it okay?”
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” You smiled, before pulling him in for a soft kiss.
He slowly continued his movements, careful not to hurt you. He enjoyed every second of it but couldn't get the thought out of his head that it might not feel the same for you. He got convinced quickly though, when your hands traveled down his back, nails digging deep into his skin, so deep that he was sure it would be visible tomorrow morning.
“Just like that, baby.” You moaned out, “You can even go faster if you want, it doesn't hurt anymore.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes baby, please.”
With that, he sped up his pace, still careful but faster than before. He was close to you, legs angled and face over yours, because there wasn't a second where he didn’t want to look into your eyes. He leaned in for a kiss, which you retorted quickly, while you wrapped your legs around his torso, pushing the blanket off him in the process. You would’ve been sorry but you needed him to be as close as possible to you and judging by the sweat on his skin, he didn’t seem to mind much. With your newfound position, you were able to push him even deeper into you, a fact both of you welcomed very much. As his movements got faster, your moans got louder and he soon realized that he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Your nails dug deeper into his skin and he wanted to hold out longer for you but it grew harder and harder for him to do so. Especially as soon as you moved your lips to his neck, which almost sent him over the edge.
“Faster baby, can you go faster?” You moaned out, to which he sped up his movements.
“Fuck…” He whispered, and soon after, his orgasm washed over him.
He sounded so beautiful, as he moaned into your ear, so loudly, that you were sure someone must've heard the two of you. As soon as he felt like himself again, he collapsed on top of you. He wrapped his arms around your body, and laid his head on your chest, perfect for you to straddle his head. You loved tracing your fingers through his locks, and he did as well since it always helped him calm down. You were somehow able to grab the blanket that you had lost earlier, so you covered the two of you with it. Your fingers went back to straddling his head, and before you knew it your eyes fell shut. You both were tired, so tired that you were pretty sure you both fell asleep for a few minutes. As soon as your eyes were met with the beautiful night sky once again, you tried to wake up your sleepy boyfriend.
“Pope baby, wake up.”
“Hmm, too comfy.” He mumbled, and you were pretty sure he fell back asleep right after.
“Baby, you are still wearing the condom, we need to get cleaned up.” You chuckled, as you tried to keep yourself awake. “I don't want it to get lost in me.” You added, as you once again tried to shake him awake, less gently this time.
“Hmm, am wake.” He mumbled as he lifted his head.
“Careful, baby.”
He carefully sat himself up and pulled out of you. To your surprise, everything went over smoothly and you were able to get up without leaving behind a mess. He wrapped it up in some tissue and the two of you got dressed.
“I’m pretty sure my parents are back by now.” He said as you gathered all the things he brought on the roof.
“If so, they probably heard us. And if that’s the case I’ll never be able to look them in the eyes ever again.”
“Oh shit.”
“Yep.”
You were lucky, Heward's truck wasn’t there yet when they climbed down the roof. The two of you put everything away. When you fell into bed a few minutes later, he pulled his arm around you so you could snuggle your head onto his body. You both fell asleep within seconds but more connected and in love with each other, than ever before.
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Always You - oneshot (request).
Summary: When Henry bumps into his childhood best friend on the way home for the holidays, it appears they’ve both been keeping secrets from each other…
Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x reader
Warnings: fluff, slight angst, language, banter/british humour, mention of relationship difficulties, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.
WC: 2281
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Always You - oneshot (request).
She pulled into the parking lot with a mixture of relief and apprehension. It had been a long drive, and although she was glad to finally be home, she knew this Christmas would be an awkward one, to say the least. The one guest everyone was expecting to be joining her had gone to be with their own family and so she dreaded the questions she knew everyone would have. Then there was Henry. She hadn't seen him in over six months, not since that uncomfortable garden party her brother threw for her last birthday. She said she was fine with people bringing guests but she never expected Henry to bring her. All long legs and billowing hair, to say his fiancee was beautiful would be like calling the sun hot. She was stunning. And incredibly successful too. She went the whole day with a lump in her throat as she watched the two of them swooning at each other. Yet six months on they still hadn't tied the knot. But she didn't dare hope anything had happened between them.
Besides, she'd accepted that nothing was ever going to come of her feelings for Henry. If he liked her back she would have known by now. He wasn't exactly the shy and retiring type and so she'd concluded he just didn't love her the way she loved him. She sighed and slammed the car door shut, sending a flurry of snowflakes into her eyes. And yet her mind was still on him. They hadn't spoken since the garden party but she knew he was coming home for Christmas. Probably with his fiancee in tow. She swallowed and stepped over the threshold of the shop. The smell of roasted coffee beans and the gentle hum of Christmas music instantly calmed her nerves. She kept reminding herself that it was still good to be home, a relief to have a break from work and the usual hustle and bustle of everyday life. But why didn't it actually feel that way? She was so deep in thought that she didn't hear the cashier repeat their request for her order. "She'll have a half-fat cap with an extra shot, make it extra hot too." She quickly turned around, knowing instantly who the voice belonged to.
"Henry… I had no idea you were back already." The tall handsome man behind her smiled warmly though his eyes were somewhat hollow. She also noticed he appeared thinner and his hair looked a shaggy mess.
"I literally just arrived. Thought I'd stop in for a coffee before I headed over to my folks. Do you want to join me?" She nodded in a haze, wondering where his fiancée was. Henry gently pushed past her, placed his own order, then took both their drinks over to a quiet corner of the cafe. She primly sat down, feeling rather thrown by their unexpected meeting. But she supposed she had to see him at some point over the holidays. And at least she wasn't with him. Deep in thought once again, she took a sip of coffee and ended up scolding her lip. Henry grinned and handed her a napkin. "Trust you to burn yourself, you never were patient enough to let your food cool down."
"Me?! You're the one who finishes Christmas dinner before everyone else! I'm surprised there's ever any turkey left for anyone else. I remember the year you took both legs, your mother looked fit to kill you!"
"Well at least I don't eat all the brussel sprouts, you keep everyone awake after a plate full of those!" They both laughed and she felt relieved they'd already fallen back into the easy patter they'd shared since they were children growing up on the same street. Their families often spent Christmas together but that tradition faded once they both grew up and left home. She smiled fondly at the memories. "… What are you thinking about?"
"Oh… nothing. Just remembering the time you got a BMX one Christmas but I was the one who rode it all morning--"
"Yeah, you wouldn't give it back even though it had no training wheels so you kept falling off and scuffing it!"
"No, I didn't! The roads were extra slippery that year, that's why I kept falling down. And I never used training wheels!"
"Rubbish! You were ten years old and still couldn't ride a bike!"
"Well, I'm not surprised with you chasing after me all the time! I needed the bike just to get away from you for five minutes!" But he didn't laugh that time, instead, his eyes seemed to cloud over.
"… Can you believe that was over thirty years ago? Where on earth has the time gone?"
"I know. It seems to go faster and faster every year. Anyway, are you… okay? You seem a little tired?" Henry quickly looked down and she instantly regretted mentioning it. "I mean, it's just that I haven't heard from you in a while. How did filming ago, didn't you just get back from a shoot?" This seemed to relax him slightly and he leaned back in his chair.
"Yeah, six months in the Czech Rebulic…"
"God, no wonder you're exhausted. Did… did Georgina go with you?" She didn't know why she'd blurted out such a question and felt her cheeks grow hot. Henry seemed equally embarrassed.
"Uh… no. She had to work." They both then fell into a long silence, each seemingly unwilling to take that line of inquiry any further.
"Well, it's good to see you back anyhow. It's not like I've heard from you lately." He seemed to shrink further into himself.
"Yeah… I… I'm sorry. A lot's been going on. What with filming, I mean." She nodded sympathetically though she wasn't entirely convinced.
"How long will you be back?" At this, Henry seemed to brighten.
"Six months. I don't start shooting again until next summer." Dread suddenly coursed through her stomach.
"… So you'll be getting married in that time, then?" He blinked at her several times.
"Uh, no. I had no plans too." Her brow furrowed.
"But… you're engaged. Haven't you set a date yet?" Henry shifted in his seat.
"Uh… is it okay if we don't talk about this right now? I had a long drive and I'd rather hear about what you've been getting up to." Once again, a pit opened in her stomach.
"Oh, this and that. Nothing exciting, really." She didn't know why she couldn't share the news. Somehow, it just felt wrong.
"Well, how long are you back? I'm surprised the hospital is happy for you to be away even for a single day." She smiled and rolled her eyes.
"You're accusing me of being a workaholic?! And I just happened to have some holidays stored up so I decided to use them in one go." She confidently took a sip of her drink, hoping that she'd managed to sway him. But Henry just shook his head and smiled.
"Whatever you say. Anyway, what are you doing after this? If you want we can both grab a cab to your parent's house. I'm looking forward to your mum's annual gingerbread cake."
"Oh no, that's fine. I drove here. Actually, I have to get a tree first, you're welcome to come with me though if you want?" Why had she asked him? Surely he had other places to be?
"That'd be great." They beamed at each other and spent the next hour and a half finishing catching up. It was like they'd never spent any time apart and it reminded her of why they'd continued to be such good friends in the first place. She silently prayed it would always be that way.
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"Wow, I didn't realise it had got so late. It'll be dark in the next hour or so."
"Well don't worry, I'll gladly drive." She playfully shoved Henry away from the driver's side door. "Now, remember to check your mirrors…"
"Oh shut up, I'm a far better driver than you!"
"In your dreams, how many times did it take you to pass your test?"
"How is that relevant?!"
"How many times?!"
"… Four." He roared with laughter. "Look, my instructor was a hard arse alright? I'd have passed on the second go if it wasn't for him."
"Not the first?" She pursed her lips. "I'm surprised he didn't pass you the moment you got in beside him…"
"What does that mean?" The smirk disappeared from Henry's face and their earlier awkwardness returned. Eventually, she couldn't stand it any longer and cleared her throat.
"So… who else is gunna be at your parents this year?"
"Only two of my brothers. But honestly, I prefer it that way, it'll only be weird when--" he clammed up, his eyes darting to the floor in the process. She sighed.
"Henry… has something happened between you and Georgina?" She could see the muscles in his jaw grinding away. "Henry?"
"Oh for God's sake, what do you care anyhow?"
"Hey, don't snap at me! You're my best friend, I care about you…"
"Oh yeah, you care so much you haven't spoken to me in months!"
"Well, I don't like to bother you when you're away, I know you're busy--"
"Don't use that as an excuse, you've been slowly backing off ever since Georgina and I got together. Are you threatened by her or something?" Her eyebrows shot up.
"Are you kidding me?! No! But I mean come on, no girlfriend wants the female best friend of her fiancée always hanging around!"
"So you have been avoiding me?"
"… Henry, it's not like that."
"Oh no? Then how come you didn't even tell me about you and Scott?" She slammed on the brakes, causing them to come to a screeching stop. "Good, you can let me out here and I'll walk the rest of the way to my house."
"Henry, don't be ridiculous! We're still miles out--"
"So what? You've made it clear you don't give a fuck about me or our friendship." And with that, Henry pushed open the car door and climbed out. She hurried after him.
"Henry, wait! For God's sake, don't run off, it'll be dark soon!" Henry spun around to face her.
"Then you better get back. After all, you wouldn't want to worry your fiance!"
"Oh, will you please stop being such a child? I told you the reason I didn't tell you, you were busy--"
"I'm always busy, as are you, so it's no excuse. What's the real reason you didn't tell me?" She stood there temporarily dumbfounded. Slowly, she could feel anger rise in her chest.
"Well, why didn't you tell me whatever's happened between you and Georgina? You're the one keeping secrets!"
"Bullshit, and if you'd stayed in touch with me you would have known…" He trailed off, rubbing his forehead with his hand.
"Did you break up?" Henry chewed his lip but said nothing. "I'm so sorry…"
"Save it. All you care about is yourself--"
"That's not true, if you'd told me I would have been there for you. I'd have dropped everything--"
"Well, it's too late for that now!" They stood staring at each other silently as the wind whipped around them.
"… I'm sorry, okay? You're right, I haven't been a good friend. The reason I didn't tell you about my engagement is… is because…" She faded off, unsure exactly how to explain feelings that were both so natural and yet infernally complex. But to her surprise, he'd taken a few steps forwards and was now looking down at her with an expression she couldn't quite read.
"… What were you going to say?" She looked down either side of the road behind them, noting how eerily quiet it seemed to be.
"It's nothing. I, I dunno… I just didn't want things to get any more awkward between us…" A strange look seemed to cloud Henry's face. Almost like he was disappointed.
"You don't have to hide anything from me…" She scoffed and spun around, pacing backwards and forwards as the words came spewing forth.
"Do you even hear yourself? We are not the same, okay? We don't even live the same life anymore!" Henry stood firm.
"Well, what difference does that make?!"
"Why are you pretending it's that simple? For God's sake you're known over the whole world, you can do anything you want, at any time - with anyone!"
"… I'm still me." She stopped and felt a weight crushing her chest.
"I know. It's just… I don't think things can ever go back to the way they were." He looked up at her forlornly.
"But why?! You're my best friend - you mean everything to me!" She could feel tears prickle her eyes.
"Henry, soon you'll have a wife and family of your own--"
"We split up."
"What?!"
"… She accused me of being in love with someone else."
"Why?! Are you?" Henry glanced sideways and swallowed hard. "Oh my God…"
"I wanted to tell you!" She collapsed against the car in disbelief.
"How long have you felt this way?!"
"… Since we were kids."
"WHAT?! And you never thought to tell me?!"
"Well, I thought I'd grow out of it! And besides, when it became clear you didn't feel the same way I--" but he never got a chance to finish. She'd run into his chest and kissed him hard. "I… I don't believe this! Why didn't you tell me?!"
"Because you never made a move! I thought you didn't like me in that way!" They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"… It's always been you. Always."
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“we were pretty dumb, weren't we?”
this is based on a scene from Tangled 💛
The campfire crackled softly, its flickering flames casting warm shadows across the trees that encircled our campsite. The sky above was a deep navy, stars faintly twinkling like distant campfires of their own, and the smell of pine mingled with the smoky scent of burning wood. Jaemin and I sat on a couple of old logs that we’d found around the site, our feet stretched out towards the fire to soak in the heat. Marshmallows roasted on sticks in our hands, slowly caramelizing and puffing up.
"Remember the time we tried to build a treehouse?" Jaemin chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It was supposed to be our secret hideout, but the thing collapsed before we even got the walls up."
I laughed, watching the marshmallow on my stick catch fire and quickly blowing it out. "Yeah, I still can't believe we didn't get hurt. We were pretty dumb, weren't we?"
"Definitely," he replied, grinning as he took a bite of his charred marshmallow. "But it was fun. We thought we were so clever, planning to make a whole hideout from scratch with just some old boards and a hammer."
We shared a laugh, reminiscing about the countless misadventures we'd had over the years. We'd been best friends since kindergarten, inseparable from the moment we'd met. It was a bond that had always felt unbreakable, like family. There was never any sense of romantic tension between us; it was pure friendship. A bond built on trust, shared memories, and the simple joy of being around each other.
But tonight, something felt different. It wasn't that we suddenly felt any kind of romantic feelings—it was more like the air around us had shifted. The tension wasn't uncomfortable, just palpable, like the silent understanding that our friendship had reached a new level of depth.
"Can I tell you something?" I asked, my voice softer as I watched the fire. Jaemin turned to look at me, his expression immediately attentive. He nodded, and I took a deep breath. "I used to have critical eczema when I was younger. It was really bad. I had to deal with it for years, and it left a lot of scars."
Jaemin's eyes softened with concern as he listened. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with genuine empathy. "I never knew."
I nodded, the memories flooding back. "It was hard. It felt like my skin was betraying me. I used to scratch a lot, and I still have some scars from it." I paused, then decided to show him what I meant.
I slid my hair off my shoulders, letting it fall behind my neck, revealing the small scars along my collarbone. I glanced at him, noticing the way his eyes widened slightly with surprise. His gaze was gentle, concerned, and he didn't say a word, just listened as I explained.
Then, I slid my shirt off my shoulder, exposing more of the scars that ran across my skin. I could feel Jaemin's eyes on me, his lips slightly parted in shock at my boldness. I didn't even realize I was exposing so much skin to him, someone I was so close to, but I felt safe with him. It was like showing him a part of me that I’d kept hidden for so long.
"These are from scratching after showers," I explained, pointing to a particularly noticeable scar. Jaemin remained silent, just watching me with a look that was both fascinated and sympathetic. I pulled up my skinny jeans to reveal some scars on my legs, the shiny, smooth skin accentuated by the light of the fire. The moment felt intensely personal, and I couldn't help but notice Jaemin's expression change. He seemed caught off guard, like he wasn't sure how to react.
"Hey, you've been somewhere else just now?" I teased, chuckling at his sudden silence. Jaemin blinked and shook his head, snapping back to reality.
"What? No, I'm fine," he said quickly, his voice a little higher than usual. I saw him gulp nervously, and I couldn't help but laugh softly at his reaction.
"Oh, I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable—" I started, but Jaemin quickly cut me off.
"No, no, it's totally fine," he said, shaking his head. "We're close enough. It's just... we've never really talked about things like this before. It's... touching."
I nodded, feeling the warmth of the fire on my skin and the warmth of our friendship in my heart. There was something comforting about sharing our vulnerabilities with each other, about breaking down the barriers we'd never even noticed were there. As we sat there, staring into each other's eyes, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was something more to our bond than just friendship. But I wasn't ready to admit it yet, and neither was he.
We both burst into laughter at the same time, the tension easing as quickly as it had come. It was a great time for us—one of those rare moments where you feel completely at peace with someone, where everything just feels right.
"Thanks for being here," I said, smiling at him. "I couldn't imagine anyone else I'd rather share this with."
Jaemin grinned, nudging me with his shoulder. "Same here. You're my best friend, and nothing's going to change that."
As we sat there, marshmallows forgotten, I knew that no matter what happened in the future, our bond would always be strong. Whether it stayed as just friends or became something more, I was grateful to have him by my side.
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More fibro!Ghost because it hurts af, and I'm in for that infusion thingy literally right now, a month ahead of what it was supposed to be. So, I'm not suffering alone, i'm taking the guys on the ride. Christmas with Soap's family, some fluff, and caring Soap included in the pack.
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• The leave is unexpected but still nice, and when Johnny offers to tag along with him on his trip to Glasgow, Ghost agrees, because why not? As if he's got something else to do. Soap promises all sorts of good things except for bourbon ("they'll be offended, and ye have ta try some proper Scotch at least once"), and also that means they'll get some time together. Ghost's sold.
• He's been doing just fine lately, despite last three weeks being full of missions. Hadn't had any problems at all, even though there wasn't much rest between them. It's a bit too good to be true, but who is he to complain about it? His next infusion is scheduled for mid January, and while the month before one is usually the worst because the effect from the previous one starts to wear off, this time he apparently has it good. Unbelievably good.
• Soap's family is big, and loud, and overwhelmingly funny, they roast each other a lot, and all of them got some sick burns, especially his dad. Ghost secretly loves it.
• They're also suprisingly understanding about his balaclava. There is only one question: is he comfortable with it? He nods, and then no one bats an eye, they're so freaking normal about it, as if he's not wearing one at all. After all this time it's refreshing.
• Soap, apparently, doesn't shut up about him at home. They all think he's some badass cool guy, and he fucking blushes, and oh it's so good to have the mask, saves him the embarrassment. He's really not used to this, it's just his job, after all.
• Ghost gets back at him, too, tells them some cool stories about Soap and his demolition work, how he's the smartest guy in the team, and how Johnny saved his ass in a couple of very hairy situations. He finds it really funny when Soap's in his shoes now, mumbling something along the lines of "oh it's just work."
• They go to the gym together early in the mornings, they also go for chilly morning runs every other day, and it's so enjoyable. Sometimes Soap's dad goes with them, too. Scotland is beautiful, hills, and rocks, and fog; Johhny huffs slightly when he runs up the hills, and Ghost feels so light, his legs bouncing softly off the road. The runner euphoria hits him here much more often than it usually does.
• They don't really share a bed, both deemed it too much for a family visit, but they do hang out at Johnny's room until wee hours, and then Ghost sneaks back to the guest room, heart pounding.
• Johnny's nephews are adorable. Ghost teaches them basic survival skills and quickly wins their sympathy. "They're little menaces, Si, why would ye teach them how to start a fire with next to nothing on hand?! I dinnae tell'em for a reason!" The little ones get a lecture on responsibility, and there's that. What was learnt can't be unlearnt, eh? They're finally allowed to practice in the chimney, and they're thrilled when they succeed. Ghost is put on permanent supervising duty because he caused it. He doesn't mind, for a grown-up he's having way too much fun with little pyromaniacs. And he hasn't even shown them his favourite knife yet. That will probably have to wait, he doesn't want to be banned from the house yet. He'll teach them how to throw it one day.
• They get out in the city for a day to get some gifts. Ghost heavily relies on Johnny in this endeavour, but they manage to find something for everyone. The little ones are getting some nerf guns, there's a bunch of knitting supplies for Soap's mum, a nice bottle of scotch for his dad, and some little things for his brother and sisters. Then they split for a bit, because Johnny is hell-bent on finding "the thing", and he refuses to tell Ghost what it is.
• Ghost uses the time to take a walk and get the stupidest kinda thing: a soft cover that goes on a helmet, bright red, fluffy, with little horns on top. He never knew Johnny had a motorcycle in the first place, but that thing looks like it's his already, so he figures he'd just add it to the gift he already got him.
• Christmas is chill and homely, and the dinner is amazing. On Boxing day Ghost doesn't expect any gifts, but he gets a hand-knitted balaclava from Soap's mum, black with a white scull, very much resembling his mask. It's warm and soft, and honestly fucking cute. He also gets some drawings from the little ones, with lots of fire and all of them drawn together around him, a huge ominous figure, but the scull has a little cheeky smile drawn over it. It makes his heart ache a little. It's been years since he got gifts like that. Since... he shuts the thoughts down as quickly as he can.
Then, he gets "the thing" from Johnny, and it's a set of bed linen with hello kitty prints. And it's light pink. "You bastard," Ghost says quietly. "I like it," he adds, almost non-audibly, feeling like he confesses a sin or something. It's really funny, and he's definitely keeping it. Johnny just grins at him, putting the fluffy cover on his helmet.
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It's all fucking great, until next day Ghost has a night terror. In his dream he's tortured and buried alive again, but this time, there's not only Vernon but lots of bodies, they decay on him, there's no space, their sharp bones pierce him through, and he screams from the pain, and he's dying agonisigly slowly. His own scream wakes him up. The pain is still there, but bearable, his heart beats so fast as if it's going to jump out of his chest. And then he tries to sit up in the bed, and it goes from a 4 to a 9 in an instant. Ghost groans and falls back down on the pillows, defeated. It just had to happen now, of all times, when he's got no access to medical, no meds on him, and it's mid holidays on the other side of the country. And it was all going so good. He probably woke the whole house up with his screaming, too. "Fuck," he thinks.
It hurts as hell, his palms and wrists are the worst, they throb violently as if someone was crushing his bones with a hammer, and there's no fucking breaks. No ebb and flow, no nothing, just pure agony.
A couple minutes later Soap knocks. "Ye OK? Can I come in?"
Ghost hums a yes. "Had a nightmare," he tries to explain. It comes out a bit slurred, and Soap picks up on it immediately. He's seen him in bad flares enough times now to know what's up from the get go.
"Ye got something ye can take?"
"Nuh-uh."
"How bad is it?"
Ghost doesn't come up with an answer to that. It's hard to gauge it, it's so fucking overwhelming.
Johnny turns on small lights, but it still makes it worse. Ghost's losing it quickly, much quicker than it usually would happen, and it scares him. It's not even a ride downhill, he's freaking falling off a cliff at this point.
"Yer as pale as death," - Soap says. He climbs up on the bed and starts doing whatever is that massage of his is, but it barely touches the pain at all. It's still comforting, and Simon moves closer, and that little movement hurts, everything fucking hurts so much.
He's not gonna last through this one. A day, maybe, two at most. If it's a long one that was building up this entire month, he's absolutely fucked.
Another knock on the door. That's Soap's mum. He gets up and goes to talk with her, voice low. He's explaining something calmly, but Ghost can't make out words, and he's too busy trying to keep his composure.
She leaves.
"She's right, Si, we can try whatever meds we have here, and if that doesn't work, we gotta go get ye to the doctor."
"Y'remember I'm legally dead?" Ghost slurrs.
"Oh, fucking hell!"
Soap's mum enters the room. She's got a little tray with some meds and two cups, and a she's got a bottle of water laying on it, too.
"Too early for coffee, and I really hope ye'll sleep some more," she says. "But I got ye some milk. Get well, Simon."
"Thanks, ma," Johnny says. Ghost mumbles a "thank you, mam" too, but she just waves him off, almost offended.
"Ye get better and then ye'll get to "mam" me again. Wake me up if ye need something."
"I'll take care of it. Go to sleep, ma, love ye," - Soap takes the tray, and she leaves.
He takes a shit load of pills. Like the max safe dose he can in one go. The milk is warm and tastes nice, but drinking it all means having to sit upright for a bit, and that sucks major balls now, so he lays back down and closes his eyes. Soap's hands are back on his head, rustling his hair, but he shuffles away.
"It hurts, Johnny."
"It's ok. I'm only trying to help ye." Soap pauses.
"Ye know, that's how mum used to make it for me when I was a wee lad. The milk. Made me a cup now, too."
"It's good."
"Missed that more than I thought."
Soap still stays with him for the night.
It gets even worse by sunrise. Ghost honestly thought there was a limit to it, but it reveals him new fucking shades of suffering. He's fading in and out, sees Soap sometimes. Sometimes he's alone. At some point he really hopes he won't wake up again, because waking up hurts so much he cries in the pillow. The curtains are closed, but the thin strip of light that gets through them is searing, as if it tries to burn itself in the back of his scull. He loses track of time.
In one of this quick bits Soap helps him to get to the bathroom. He doesn't remember how he ends up in bed again. Next time he wakes up Soap's there, but he's got two more guys with him, Ghost doesn't know them. He tries to ask Johnny, but the question refuses to form. Soap still gets him.
"Doctors," he says. "A family friend and his friend. Yer OK, Si, I trust them. You can trust them too."
Ghost would have said a thing or two about trust, but he's so overwhelmed with pain he decides it can wait. And he really does need help, and Johnny's sorting his mess for him the best he can.
"We'll do what you usually get," tells him one of them slowly, making sure he follows him. "And we'll leave a note for you so your doctor knows."
Ghost nods. It doesn't take too long before an IV is set up, they double check the dose and let it run.
"We don't have all the equipment, so we'll make do with what we got, and check on you every now and again. If you feel any metallic taste in your mouth, let us know."
He nods again. Johnny doesn't let him pass out, talks to him, asks him stupid questions. At first it feels like a torture, but then the pain becomes slightly duller, and it's easier to stay awake, even though he's exhausted beyond measure.
"I really contemplated getting ye a vet to get yer meds. The stuff is heavily controlled, these guys could easily lose their licence for what they're doing," Soap tells him. "And the vet's got the same thing, so I thought we could pretend yer legally a horse, and write it off like that."
Ghost chuckles. Then he realises doing so no longer hurts. One of the guys runs him through usual checks quickly - pulse ox, blood pressure, heart rate - and leaves him be again.
"I even came up with a name and the description," Soap continues," Would ye mind to be a black bay stallion called Riley?"
Simon glares at him in response.
"The alternative was," Soap's losing it now, really, he laughs so hard he tears up, "50 rabbits in a trenchcoat. Or like about 10 dogs that needed an emergency surgery on the same fucking day."
"I'd rather be a horse," - Ghost finally manages. The IV is definitely working, from a neverending flow of pain it turned into waves that come and go, and it's so, so much better already. His brain still feels like mush, but at least he can talk again.
"Scared the shit outta me, Si," Soap confesses. "These guys are legally treating me dad for a bout of back pain, yer not gonna be on any records. Called Price, too, they needed to know what ye were on and shit."
"He's on break."
"Ye, I figured he likes ye alive. It only took a couple phone calls from him. He does wanna talk with ye when we're back."
That can't be good. He's too tired to care about it now, though.
"I wasn't gonna die from that," he retorts.
"It looked like ye were," - says Johnny way too seriously. "OK, I see yer getting better, the attitude's back, can I punch ye now?"
"How long I was out?"
"It's 31st today. Nearly two days, three if we count the first evening."
"Fuck. I'm so sorry."
He can't tell if Johnny's annoyed with him or sad, but he has a weird expression on his face.
"Yer a complete wanker, Si, sometimes I hate ye so much."
"Thank you," - Ghost says, and opens his arms for a hug. He desperately needs it, and it seems like Johnny does need one, too. After all of what Ghost had put him through. Came with him, ruined his break with his family, made him worry and find him fucking IV ketamine from nowhere. He didn't even have any of the rescue meds with him. Great job, Simon, really outdid yourself with this one.
But Johnny does hug him, and the hug doesn't hurt at all, so Ghost just pulls him on the bed and hugs him tighter, almost afraid to let go. As if something would break if he did. Johnny doesn't let go either. They stay like that, in silence, until the infusion setup starts beeping.
After he's done, they make him drink some water and tell him to rest. He really feels a lot better, the residual high from ketamine doesn't feel remotely as confusing as the brain fog was. He's still not perfectly steady on his feet, but that'll do.
He even joins the family for the New Year Eve. Mrs McTavish practically forces him under a plead on the sofa. "I can see how pale ye are even through the mask!"
He tries to apologise again for the mess he had caused, and gets scolded for the attempt by the rest of them. And Johhny adds to it, the traitor. He really loses in numbers, and under the joint assault of McTavish clan, he has to concede. Not his fault, they say, he didn't spoil anything, he's fine, and they're happy to have him.
Anyway, in the end Ghost gets a plate of festive food, and he gets to hang out a little, and to rest close to the warmth of the chimney, and when the littles come to cuddle him, he thinks that he really doesn't deserve Johnny. And all the people Johnny brings alongside him.
But Soap thinks different. Soap sees Simon falling asleep at his parents' couch, and his nephews passed out snuggling him, and thinks that's the best fucking thing that happened to him in a while. Even if that thing is a stubborn bastard of a guy that doesn't know when to take a break.
~~~
"Will ye be back for Easter?" Mum asks him.
"Dinnae. I'll try."
"Bring yer friend again if he wants. He's a good lad, and wee bairns like him."
Oh.
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P.S. about the talk.
It's not a discharge yet, but Price will enforce stricter rules on him (now it's not "just tell me if you're feeling off", it's "every time it's even a little off, you tell me", which leaves him no room to cover things up), and they will account for it more when missions are planned. And he has to have rescue meds on him at all times from now on.
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I think it's also worth mentioning that you can still like a ship but realize the problems with it. I know a lot of Stoltiz fans who shipped it during season one because how 'messy' it was (I wouldn't call forced sex and one dehumanizing the other messy but ya know) jumped ship once season two aired being how it took away the things that they found interesting about it and attempted to make it 'wholesome' when it never was or meant to be so.
I'm complete Fizzomdous trash but even I realize the problems within season two and hate how both were defanged and feeling as if Fizz's personality and treatment from the writers made him less of the gremlin we loved while also taking away his agency (I'm the one who sent the disability ask a while ago). Yes they still have cute moments but I kinda wish their relationship they were treated like...well ya know, like they're both adults. Plus them tag team roasting your sex life. That was fun.
Hell, I could have gotten behind Stoltiz if there wasn't the full moon deal plus while still privileged Stolas at least attempted to get to know Blitzo as a person supposed to only use him for sex. Yes, Stolas still cheated and could be a bit out of touch with reality without realizing how much this is affecting Octavia, but at least there's a chance of character development and a real messy kind of relationship.
Helluva Boss is supposed to be a show for adults yet treats its audience like children more than shows aimed for that demographic. It feels as if it wants to write messy or dark dynamics but then backpedals and tries to 'savage' what's already an unhealthy relationship into something that we should be rooting for. Honestly it wouldn't surprise at this point if Viv chooses to recon the whole of season one being it makes Stolas look bad when he was suppose to be the bad guy to begin with.
Sorry for rambling...
Anon, if every message was like you. I’d never be getting irritated with people. Please know I don’t have a problem with anything said here.
And that’s fine, because we don’t all have to debate things. You don’t have to feel guilty for liking or not liking something. Even if people test me sometimes that’s at least what I try to stick to. I’m tired of shipping wars. You are in no way a bad person if you don’t feel like looking deep into things that happened because everyone will enjoy things differently. I run a blog that’s partially random ‘turn your brain off and enjoy it’ content; and critical content where I really don’t hold back.
So I think this has all taught me to improve my tagging systems so people can filter it and only have to engage with it if they want to.
I completely understand and agree with you, and people should enjoy the fanon in any way they choose. Because those are the fans stories, their content, their original material. They also aren’t above critique when things go to nasty territory (you probably know the kind I mean) but are usually harming nobody.
Its different when we get to ignoring and recontextualising canon events that all of us saw. “That didn’t happen the way you remember” “you’re delusional if you think the scene happened like that” (this oneeee 👹🔥🔥) or when it gets really bad, reaching levels of “actually sex consent is a flexible thing, like paying rent” 😶😶because then it leaves the realm of fiction, and right to reality.
Personally, the romantic relationships other than moxxie and Millie weren’t why I ever watched the show. I don’t really find relationship melodrama fun but if I’m suppose to take it seriously, I will.
I think I’d like Stolitz as exes that are now on ok terms. Almost like an anti verosika. The first relationship Blitzø ended in a more healthy way. Them both realising the spark has gone, the feelings weren’t really “love” but loneliness, and that they learned a lot from each other, but don’t really like each other anymore that way, too much bad blood had happened, and have very different priorities and values in life. A scene where Blitz sees Stolas at Ozzies with someone new, with them both smiling and chatting and stolas blushing at his new crush, and the other guy blushing back and crushing just as hard, then we see blitz genuinely smiling and happy for him without any hint of jealousy, then heading back to pride with his friends, that’s a beautiful ending. To me anyway.
Hell if Via feels this strongly like Stolas’ lustful obsession is ruining his relationship with her. That is grounds for ending it. My dude, he’s just not the one for you. LooLoo land and Seeing Stars, where it ends with Stolas holding Via, only her, while IMP are in their own corner, separate, but happy, those are the happy endings. Not tacking stolas onto IMP and having Via tell us that stolas loves blitz over her even though he honestly…doesn’t. Like cmon there’s no way in any universe blitz is competing with Octavia.
Man can you imagine if Via helped Stolas make a lustinder, do a profile pic, find new dating tactics and choose an outfit? And be very supportive and excited for him? Hi?? yes?? that’s super cute and that’s stolas fixed for me. Stella shouldn’t be his only romantic history and frame of reference, that’s bonkers.
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My Right Hand Man (Sub!Wooyoung x Dom!Reader)
Word count: 3227
Warnings: Smut obviously, cheating on Hongjoong (pls don't do this stay loyal to this man, or he will get you!!!), Hongjoong is in jail, Gang leader, San is two-faced and mean and calls you out your name, Wooyoung is your submissive, pegging, unprotected sex, talk about drugs, safe word mentioned, dom!reader, gentle femdom, a little degradation, fem pronouns
Pairing: Sub!Wooyoung x Reader
A/N: I wrote this in one sitting this morning, so it's slightly different from the teaser, but it's good! I put my all into it, so you enjoy it. Please comment and reblog!
"Wooyoung? Bro, you aren't up yet?" San's melodic voice travels through the apartment, and you gasp for air.
The heaviness of Wooyoung's hand is like a thousand pounds. You jump from the bed with nothing against your skin. You jet over the closet and fall back into the corner.
Your back aches from the fall, but you cover your mouth. The last thing you need right now is to get caught.
The bed creaks, and Wooyoung yawns. "Shit, what time is it, bro?"
"It's eleven a.m. We were supposed to go to the gym at eight, and you flaked."
"I'm sorry, fam. I was so tired last night. I had to go over the books again for Y/n."
"She's demanding a lot of you lately."
"I mean, I'm the only one with an accounting degree, so I have to ensure things stay afloat while Hongjoong is inside."
"I still can't believe he would hand his whole organization to that bitch. She doesn't know shit about the street life."
"Don't call her that. She knows more than you think. Sure, she does shit differently than him, but she's surprising the hell out of me."
"Whatever. I ain't falling for her shit. You know folks ain't going to want to fuck with us when he comes home."
"Nah, they are still fucking with us now. Business is still booming, so let's not speak negative shit into existence."
Your heart is pounding, and San's words have confirmed that he doesn't like you.
You always had a slight feeling about how he acted around you and constantly questioned your decisions. But, this conversation confirms that little voice in your head that told you that San is against you.
"I guess, but you know she still hasn't decided who her right-hand man is."
"Well, it won't be you."
"Trust me. I don't want shit to do with her. I'm gangteez for life, so nothing will push me away from my brothers."
"Why don't you like her? Are you mad Hongjoong didn't put you in charge?"
"I wasn't his right-hand man. Seonghwa was, and if the bitch had any sense, she would just let Seonghwa take over. He's more than qualified."
"You didn't answer my question."
"I don't need a reason. I just don't."
"Whatever, she's held it down for Hongjoong. Look, I'm going to catch up with you later. Thanks for stopping by and roasting my leader. Next time don't."
"Your leader?"
"Yes, she is our leader while Hongjoong is away."
"This bitch has you brainwashed."
"Y/n, is the baddest bitch in our city. She's made us so much money, so she's my leader."
"Yeah, okay," San groans.
The bedroom door closes, and footsteps tap along the hardwood floor. The closet door is pulled open.
"Mistress?" Wooyoung extends his hand to you and helps you off the floor of his closet. You stand up, and you throw your hands around him.
"Yes," you whisper against his lips, and your body sways with him for a bit.
"You heard everything, right?"
"I did," you say.
"You know I can't change how he feels about-" You hold a hand up to his lip and shake your head. The last thing you need right now is for him to explain another man's actions.
"His opinion isn't valid," you discuss.
You've experienced so much judgment since Hongjoong got locked up six months ago. Everyone questioned why he decided to leave you in charge, but the truth is you were born for this. Since you started dating him years ago, he's been exposing you to all aspects of the game if he gets locked up.
At first, you were hesitant to learn about the drug game because you didn't want to manifest him going to jail, but the reality is that it's a common thing in this fast life. So, in secret, you learned as much as you could.
"This is why you are my leader," Wooyoung giggles against your lips, and the sound is heaven against your ears.
It sends endorphins throughout your body. This life has become so lonely, but Wooyoung is the sunlight you need in such a dark time right now.
Birds chirping fills the room, and your body freezes. You pull away from Wooyoung. You are snatched from your current reality, and you race over to your purse in his drawer. You tear open the drawer, and you grab your burner phone.
You can't ever miss this phone call, no matter what you are doing. You are his lifeline to the streets and his business. You flip open the phone, and you speak into the phone.
"Yes, Hongjoong."
"Good Morning. I didn't receive my usual good morning call during breakfast. Did you drink last night?"
"No," you sit on the side of the bed, and you look up at Wooyoung. You can see the smile darken on his face and disappear in a flash.
"Where you been, princess?"
Your chest heats up and tightens. Hongjoong doesn't know you don't like him calling you that anymore.
You've allowed yourself to another side of your feminine energy, and you can only see yourself as Mistress, Goddess, or Queen. Thanks to Wooyoung.
But, for an odd reason, princess seems inferior to you.
You can protest to him, but you rather not waste your minutes on something so small to him.
"Sleep, baby. I just woke up."
"Run me the numbers from last night."
"I'll have to get them from Wooyoung. Can I give them to you in a few hours?"
Hongjoong's heavy groan is enough to tell you that he isn't pleased with you. He sucks his teeth and takes a deep breath.
"Y/n, you know that I like to have the numbers during breakfast so I can advise you how to move for the day. I can't run a business if you are sleeping away the day."
You swallow hard and hold the flip phone between your ear and shoulder. You grip the edge of the mattress and count to three in your head.
What about him telling you thank you, Y/N, for how well you are running his business or how are you? Is everything okay? But, instead, he wants to dig into you because you slept in for the first time in six months.
"Hongjoong. I'm sorry. You know that never happens. I will get you the numbers as soon as possible," you say.
Wooyoung kneels before you and kisses you on your legs. You mouth for him to stop because the last thing you need is to moan on the phone while you are talking to him.
"Y/n, I want to come home to a business. Please don't play games with my organization."
"Well, if you don't trust me, why don't you have San or Seonghwa run it," you spit into the phone. Your tone is laced with venom, and at this point, you are over it.
Wooyoung looks up from you at his favorite position. He loves kneeling in front of you and loves the power you possess over him.
No one will understand how powerful his mistress is. Not even Hongjoong, and he's known you for years.
Wooyoung's lips lift into a frown when he notices your body's stiffness and how tight you are gripping his mattress. He wants you to squeeze him tight and take your frustration out on him.
He'd do anything for you to make you smile. He decides to make a bold decision that can cost him a punishment later.
He moves closer to you, and you are trying to explain yourself to Hongjoong, and Wooyoung knows his former leader very well.
Hongjoong isn't trying to hear any explanation of why you haven't done what is required of him.
Wooyoung leans forward and plants a gentle kiss on your inner thigh. He knows that he needs your permission to further engage in pleasing you the way he wants to.
Wooyoung's eyes sparkle when you spread your legs wide for him. He looks up at you, and you nod your head in approval of him pleasing you.
It's risky the fact that you are on the phone with Hongjoong, but he can't stand anyone upsetting you, mainly after San talked shit about you while you were hiding in the closet.
Wooyoung tried redirecting the conversation earlier when San ran off at the mouth. But, he didn't want to make any indication or inkling that he is involved with you in any way.
If it were up to him, he'd tell the whole world how you own him, but you want to keep it a secret to protect Hongjoong.
Wooyoung kisses your sex, and he looks up at your eyes closed. You are chewing at your bottom lip and mumbling into the phone.
"Absolutely, Hongjoong. It will not happen again."
Wooyoung is for sure you are getting scolded for not having the numbers from last night when he wants them.
Wooyoung plants gentle pecks up and down your slit. He smiles when your body shudders in reaction to his gestures. All he wants to do is satisfy and appreciate it in the way you deserve.
He doesn't waste any more time and dives into you. His tongue explores you with patience and care. He knows that if he takes his time, it will be so worth it for you.
Usually, he hums to himself, but right now, that's not feasible because the last thing he wants is to get you in anymore trouble. He cares about your well-being more than he cares to admit.
In his eyes, he belongs to you, and his existence is to make you feel wanted, admired, intelligent, powerful, and in charge. Serving you and being on his knees for you makes everything he does worth it.
Wooyoung's belly is flooded with butterflies, and he spreads your most sensitive folds with care and dusts his tongue against your pearl. You lean back against the edge of the mattress, at a perfect angle where he can still see your facial expressions.
You are so wet for him. He doesn't know if the excitement of being caught or how much you need to cum. Either way, he isn't going to complain about this moment.
Wooyoung circles around your love button and flicks over it. His actions cause you to drop the phone nearly, but you grab it.
"Sorry, Hongjoong. I almost dropped the phone."
"Yes, I understand."
"Yes, this is serious to me."
Wooyoung listens to you try not to moan through this interaction. He nibbles with soft intention at your clit, and a gush of your arousal drips down. Wooyoung is pleased in the moment of how you are reacting to be worshipped like the goddess you are.
"Goddess," Wooyoung whimpers against your sex.
He knows he isn't supposed to speak, but he can't help it. His tongue goes down to catch all of your nectar. He's obsessed with the way you taste on his tongue. He's honestly addicted, and he tells you every single time that he's lucky enough to devour you.
You grab him by the hair to signal to him to calm down. Wooyoung's devious smirk appears on his face, and he returns to worship his goddess.
His tongue dances along your pussy. He etches sorties against your flesh in a way to apologize to you.
Wooyoung knows that the way you are now rocking your body against his face that you are close.
Wooyoung knows your body so well. He holds his hands behind his back because he is painfully hard.
He wants to stroke himself while you cum on his tongue. But, his goddess comment has cost his access to that.
Wooyoung laps at your juices, and you rock harder against him. He's in heaven now, and he looks up to see you pressing your lips together so tight that you are holding that delicious moan in.
He wants you to slip up a bit. Not to the point where you get caught, but so that he knows that his actions are bringing you closer to that orgasm you so deserve. He needs that verbal praise.
Wooyoung's tongue goes into your wet canal, and now he's tongue fucking you. Your hand is at the back of his head, and you are literally fucking his tongue.
Your legs are damn near numb because he's giving it his all to make you cum. You can't deny how amazing it feels to have Wooyoung between your thighs while Hongjoong is ripping into you about his business.
You are simply just replying to him, but you aren't present with him. Your body is on another plane with Wooyoung. You two are co-existing in another dimension because he's eating the soul out of your body.
You want to cry out in ecstasy because of how fucking talent your submissive is when it comes to cunnilingus.
Your juices have created a wet spot underneath you on his mattress. You thrust his head into your cunt. You are approaching your climax, and you want it bad.
This isn't how you expected your morning to be, but you aren't going to complain.
"Are you listening to me, Y/N?" Hongjoong growls into the phone.
You wish you could put the phone on mute so you can scream Wooyoung's name, but you can't. So, Hongjoong will have to ride it out with you without knowing.
"Yesssss!!!" You cry out, and you explode onto Wooyoung's tongue.
The groan is loud and mixed with pleasure and frustration of Hongjong being an absolutely dick to you.
Wooyoung embraces all of you and drinks from your essence. He licks all the way down and catches all of you. He cleans you out. Because that's what a submissive is supposed to do, he's supposed to clean up the mess that he makes.
You lean back against the mattress, somewhat out of breath.
"Well, I see you got an attitude. I'll call you in a few hours for my numbers," Hongjoong says, and ends the call. You close the phone and toss it on the bed.
"Fuck, Wooyoung, that was amazing," You say, looking down at him.
You pull him up onto your body, and you slip your tongue into his mouth to taste yourself.
"You deserved to be worshiped like a goddess," Wooyoung moans against your lips.
His erection pokes against you, and you look down. "Sorry for getting hard, Mistress. I didn't touch it, though."
You stroke him while he's hovering over top of you. "Don't apologize, baby. But, you know you almost got us caught, right?"
"I know.."
"Get the strap," you instruct him. You know that he needs to be punished, and you aren't sure whether his little act was the intention or not. But, either way, it's time for him to get fucked.
"Yes, mistress," Wooyoung says. He retrieves your strap-on and helps you put it on. You grab your favorite lube and pour it onto the plastic.
"Did you do this on purpose?"
"Do what?" Wooyoung plays coy, and that tells you everything you need to know.
"Eat me out."
"You looked stressed, and I just wanted you to smile. I'm sorry."
"You moaned out, goddess."
"Sorry, I got lost in the moment."
"You know I'm not into spanking.. but I'm not going to go easy on that hole."
Wooyoung's wicked smile appears again, and you know he wants this.
"I know, Mistress. I deserve it."
"What's our safe word?"
"California."
"That's right, baby. Turn around," you say. You add lube to your fingers, and you prepare him to take all of you.
You get off of the bed and push him over the mattress right where you came at. You push his head down against the soiled mattress.
You slap his ass and inch into him.
"Mmm.. yess, mistress. Fill me up. Please, don't go easy on me."
"Why you gotta be so slutty and crave to be fucked by me?"
"You do this to me. I'm addicted to you," Wooyoung moans hit your ears, and you go faster. You need praise and admiration. It fills your head up. Since, your so-called boyfriend can't express any gratitude or recognition for all you do.
"Only me? Right?"
"Yes, mistress. Only you," he says. You damn near lose it and pump into his faster. The feeling is perfect. You enjoy making him feel good.
Wooyoung is throwing it back on your strap. "Mistress, can I stroke it while you fuck me?"
"Mmm.. let me coat you," you say. You jam your fingers into your soaking pussy and cover his dick with your juices. You get it nice and coated. "There, I put lube on it."
"Fuck, I love your cum," Wooyoung moans and strokes his dick while you fuck his ass hard. "I'm gonna cum.."
"Not until I tell you to."
"Yes, Mistress," Wooyoung's voice is shaky. But, you know he's so close. You want him to explode just like you did earlier. You love how he's a whore for you and only you.
"One," you count.
"I'm so close... my legs are shaking."
"Two."
"Fuck mistress, you fuck me so damn good. Please don't stop. I'm your slut. I'll do anything for you," you say.
"Hmm.. cum for me then," you say.
You slow down because you know that he loves that. He cums into his hand, and you pull out of him. He lies against the mattress, and you stand over him.
"Mmm.. that was good," You climb onto him and hold his legs up. You slide back into him while he's lying on his back.
"Look at me, whore," you grab his face, and your eyes connect. This time your movements are slow into him. You want to watch him cum.
"Fuck.. I love when you make love to me," he moans, and you cover his mouth with yours. Nothing else matters right now.
His legs are around your waist
and your strokes are slow but steady.
You are lost in the essence of each other. Nothing else matters at this moment. All you know is you care about Wooyoung, and you enjoy being with him in this way.
Your body is sensitive and being connected to him this way has you approaching another orgasm. Wooyoung's arms are around your waist.
"Let's cum together," you whisper against his lips, and before you can even count the way you usually do, you both are cumming as one. Your body elevates to another level. Never have you ever had such a strong sexual connection with anyone in your life. Everything you are with him, you feel so sexually free.
"Thank you, mistress," Wooyoung's cum is against your stomach, but you don't care. You pull out of him and lie next to him.
"That was fucking amazing," you say.
"I think I'm in love with you," Wooyoung says.
Your heart drops, and your body is still coming down from your high with Wooyoung.
His words are so calm, and you want to protest to say it's just the sex. But, you know it isn't. You know that what you share is more profound than just sex.
Before you can answer, the familiar bird chirping silences the room and your decision to confirm or decline your feelings towards Wooyoung.
Part 2
#wooyoung x y/n#ateez wooyoung#wooyoung x reader#wooyoung smut#wooyoung#wooyoung x you#ateez au#ateez x reader#ateez smut#ateez imagines#sub!idol#sub!kpop#dom!y/n#dom! reader#kpop smut#ambw smut#kpop ambw#gangteez#sub!idol x reader#fem!dom#sub!wooyoung
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Hope this isn’t too random, but a super fluffy idea popped into my head recently and I thought you’d like it:
Remember how in “If you playin me”, Spider likes to play old music on his Ukulele? (or was it a guitar?)
What if he started playing a song that he only knows the notes for, but it happens to be one of Quaritch’s favorite songs, so he starts humming, then hesitantly signing the lyrics, all while Spider can’t believe his ears.
I thought of this while hearing the song “I Walk the Line”, since it gave me Quaritch vibes, but there are a lot of songs that could work.
Anyways, sorry again if this is random, but your fics literally live rent free in my head!
Hey! I am so sorry it's taken me so long to reply! You're right it was a ukulele! 💞 I'd not listened to this song before, but now I have and I love it!
Spider strummed the first chord experimentally, listening to the sound thoughtfully before figuring out a strumming pattern that fit. He had a song in mind, but he hadn't played it in years. He could barely remember the words, but the plucking pattern was so distinctive that once the melody had reoccurred in his mind, he couldn't get it out of his head. He experimented plucking until he found the right sound, and began to hum the tune softly.
He was in a secluded spot near the clearing, passing the time while the rest of the squad cooked the yerik that they'd caught earlier that day. He wasn't supposed to go beyond the treeline, but Spider figured Quaritch wouldn't be too pressed that he'd strayed a little further than normal. He just wanted some privacy.
So it was with a gasp that he spun around at the sound of Quaritch's voice behind him. Immediately he stopped playing, begging his human skin not to flush with embarassment. He hated being snuck up upon.
"Why d'you stop?" Quaritch chuckled softly, eyeing him with what Spider assumed was a patronising glance.
Spider huffed. "Some jackass interrupted me." He turned back around on his fallen tree trunk, showing the Colonel his back and hoping he'd take the hint.
He waited, expecting Quaritch to make a snarky retort and head back to the fire, but there was no sound of movement. Annoyed, he turned back around. "What?"
Quaritch had taken a seat on a different log, with an expectant look on his face. "I'm waiting for you to continue," he said.
Spider laughed sarcastically. "Yeah. Okay. Wait all night then."
"Did you forget the words?" Quaritch asked.
Spider was so disarmed by the question, it took him a moment to form a response. "What? No." What was the guy's problem? Spider just wanted to be left alone.
What happened next was so unexpected that Spider didn't quite know how to feel about it. Quaritch spoke the words that Spider had been searching for ever since the damn melody swam its way back from his memory.
"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine,
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line..."
Spider was shocked. "How do you know that?"
Quaritch laughed. "Am I not allowed to enjoy music? Johnny Cash was a great artist."
Spider threw him a look of utter annoyance. He'd always liked this song. He wasn't sure when he first heard it, but it was wayyy back in his childhood. The fact that Quaritch also liked it? That wasn't fair.
He sniffed. "It's pretty boring, actually."
"Is that why you've been trying to play it for the past hour?"
Spider sighed, bringing a hand up to run it through his hair. The man was too much. "Will you leave me alone or not?" The sounds of the recoms chatting shit around the fire and laughing at Mansk's new roasting suggestions beckoned them both to return.
"Sure, kid," Quaritch rumbled, though not before pausing for a moment to ruffle Spider's hair, successfully displacing the locs he'd just tried to smooth down.
Spider let his scowl reply for him, biting back a retort as Quaritch left him to it, traipsing back through the undergrowth to the centre of camp. He waited until he was definitely back out of earshot before returning to the ukulele.
"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine..."
#miles spider socorro#recom quaritch#avatar the way of water#sorry if you saw this before I finished it#i accidentally pressed post too soon#like a clown#anyways#if you saw that no you didn't#avatar 2#atwow#colonel quaritch#oneshot#my stuff#avatar fanfic#miles quaritch#awow
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I feel like I win when I lose—Director's Commentary
In what is rapidly becoming a tradition of mine, I went on a research Bender for my Yuletide fic and there are so many details I want to point out and discuss—so I will. This year I wrote I feel like I win when I lose for @avengingmariner and I did loose my mind over it, but in a fun way. Join me in my descent into madness below the cut.
My brief was "you must put my man laurence in A Situation" and I somehow landed on the core nugget of "Napoleon finds Laurence in his darkest hour, instead of Tharkay"—mostly because NGL I haven't read further in this series than Victory of Eagles. I'm working on it, just not there yet.
From that point I just sort of... started writing and felt out where the story wanted to go, and then I kept falling into research holes. Here are some of the fun pieces of information I learned in rough order of where they popped up in the fic.
There was chicken set aside from the dinner he was supposed to have had hours ago, before an urgent missive had pulled him away—a simple roast bird, born out from what local provisions had been found
The WEEK I was working on this, Max Miller of Tasting History put out a video on Napoleon. I wasn't able to work in a lot of detail about the food here just because I couldn't make it flow into what I was writing, but there's so much I wish I could have talked about. The weird thing with chicken! Apocryphal stories about how dishes got their names! His drinking habits! The inherent whatever of breaking bread with somebody who's supposed to be your enemy! Now that I'm writing this paragraph I feel like I need to write another fic about food.
And then I Made chicken marengo the week after because I was curious. It was fine?
le mistral noir
Now this bit owes its thanks to Kangoo, my resident French correspondent. I was talking to him about what could be a nickname the French soldiers used for Temeraire, and he suggested "le mistral" which he described as "(very cold and often violent wind that blows into france from great britain, known for cleaning the sky of clouds and also wrecking your shit) (also the name of a fighter plane)" and I went "oh, that's Perfect". And I wanted to be able to explain that reference. Because it's So Good.
He blinked around at the courtyard of brick building before being hurried just as swiftly into a fine bedchamber where he was given a cold supper and the opportunity to wash himself. With little else to do, he fell into another restless sleep.
This was a fun bit of gamesmanship to think out—where would Napoleon want to set the treaty signing in order to send a message? And in order to think about that, I had to learn more about how the government of Britain worked in this timeframe (polisci major hat incoming).
In the US, authority to make treaties is vested in the executive branch, but the legislative branch has to ratify them. I did not know how that worked for the British, because their system mystefies me to this day. Luckily, I found this paper which explains how it worked in 1938, and there isn't much reason to expect it to have changed in that period, so the answer is "at least in theory, the authority rests with the Crown".
Based on that, I figured he'd want to make a point by holding it in a royal building as opposed to Westminster, so I went with St. James' palace which has been used for state stuff forever. Unfortunately, the details for the interior of St. James' are scarce. I was looking at 1860s watercolors to try and squint out a layout.
It was a dress uniform of aviator green, with gold braid and buttons as well as twin epaulettes. He dropped it as if it were a hot coal.
This was perhaps my longest diversion. I'm not intimately familiar with the internal culture of the military <understatement, but I knew having Laurence be present in any form would be read as a huge statement. So what kind of statement would you want to make? Ultimately I went with "the biggest 'fuck you' possible", so Laurence in a British aviator's uniform.
Then there was the question of fringe or no fringe. Which didn't even make it into the fic, but was an interesting diversion. You see, "captain" is a term that connotes a different level of authority in the Army vs the Navy. NATO has a standard rank scale I was able to squint at here, as it tries to standardize across branches and countries. Captain in the British Army is an OF-2 rank, but Captain in the British Navy is an OF-5 rank. What does it represent in those terms in the Arial Corps? I have no idea! This impacts nothing here other than if one or both epaulettes would have fringe on them.
He wandered the hallways, passing French soldiers who saluted him and English dignitaries who ignored him or glared at him in turn. In desperation he returned to seek refuge in the room he’d been left last.
The medal Laurence gets is that of the Légion d'honneur, and nominally military personnel in uniform are supposed to salute other uniformed personnel wearing it, regardless of ranks involved. That was too good of a detail not to gesture at.
The Wikipedia article
I picked Jacques-Louis David entirely because he's my favorite artist of this time period and location, though the fact he did official work for Napoleon was a bonus. I'm very interested in the uses of these really formalized displays of image-crafting as used for propaganda, and also it's just fun to think about. Spent ages looking at Wikipedia too to get the formatting and the style of writing right, which I think I did.
The Title
Really, it just made me laugh, so it had to stay. I mean the song is also fitting and I think it's the sentiment I wanted to gesture at emotionally, but it is also funny,
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Mileena: Thoughts and Opinions
These are my thoughts and opinions on Mortal Kombat that a bunch of people probably won't care about, but I thought I should post them here. Now I will be using past games as reference, even though every character's interpretation/counterpart is different, they still play part to the canon storyline.
[Warning: This post is very long. Revealing cosplay.]
I always saw Mileena as eccentric rather than crazy. The eating people thing? She's not human and is a fang faced creature, we are not to be surprised.
Appearance: Now before Mkx the female characters were sexualized for marketing purposes, but a lot of the fandom recognises Mileena to be the go to when it comes to sexualization. Even when Mkx took the designs more seriously Mileena still has that flare of... marketing. In mk11 that goes out of the window. Now mind you, I like the costumes and skins for Mileena in this game, I'm a sucker for kimonos, and that kimono still has a titty window and comes off as more revealing than Kitana's. Even when you put Mileena next to Kitana, knowing what she looks like without the mask, she's still seen as the 'hotter one' out of the two.
I think it's just the fact they babied her. And when I say they babied her I don't just mean her childish attitude that is significantly different to mk9, I'm talking about her face model. In another post I headcanoned that Kitana is 17-19 in human years because I genuinely believe she looks like she's around that age. In the previous games Kitana and Mileena both look like they are in their mid to late 20's which is how they were able to get sexualized.
Because of the redesigns I think it retconned the interactions that took place between the characters.
Ships
I find it bizarre that most of the male roster roasts the hell out of her, yet have an undertone of flirting based on interactions I've seen. Now, that's probably me being delusional and pulling at strings just to make a ship happen, but it's there.
Mileena + Kung Lao (If I'm feeling bold), Liu Kang (If I'm feeling bolder), Kuai Liang, Hanzo (childhood ship), Takeda ("You can look but you can't touch"), Stryker (watched Sonic XD's mk9 sucks video), Erron Black (I mean he did date Nitara and Skarlet), Bi Han/Noob Saibot
Out of all these ships I've listed I feel the most strongly about shipping her with Bi Han. It's mainly because of a post I saw, which was based on a meme.
Kitana: Am I ugly?
Liu Kang: No.
Mileena: Am I ugly
Bi Han/Noob Saibot: Yes.
Mileena and Bi Han are dating in this meme, btw. I think it was built on the fact that Bi Han can see her for the tarkatan she is but it doesn't disturb him. I don't think he goes out of his way to mock her, either, he's merely analytical of her. Following one of my headcanons, he takes things literal, meaning he has no intentions of harming her emotionally.
Yes, I ship him and Sereena, but I like to try new things.
"We have met before." - Mileena
"In the Netherrealm, where I consumed your soul." - Bi Han/Noob Saibot
That wasn't supposed to sound sweet, but it did. To me. There's also this video.
They both have sibling problems and were killed unfairly. Mileena's crown was snatched from her while Bi Han was made a slave alongside Scorpion. You know, the guy that killed him. They fought Kabal together.
Oh, and they can both teleport :).
It could be argued that Noob has a better chance with Skarlet since she reminds him of Sereena, but I like her interactions with Sub Zero.
I'm starting to think I should write a yandere Liu Kang/Kung Lao x Mileena (one sided), I mean Kung Lao wanted Kitana too so he could see Mileena as some kind of replacement.
Family:
I think Shao Kahn does feel some kind of fatherly attachment to her, although I headcanon that he's a narcissistic father. In Mk11 story mode he was ready to kill D'Vorah the second he found out she killed Mileena. Protective dad. I think some of it comes from the father-daughter bond he has with Kitana. While Shao Kahn did say that he kept her around just to appease Sindel, he had no need to do that after her death, so he technically adopted Kitana just because he could. And then teenage rebellion kicked in and he had her replaced by Mileena.
"Where's this boldness been hiding, Kitana? Had you shown it before, I'd have no need for Mileena." I think Shao Kahn did care for Kitana but not in a way that his mind can fully address. But he prefers Mileena, as she's the version of Kitana that won't betray him. Even though Mileena was created as a replacement he still recognised her as an heir, and his daughter.
I also think Shao Kahn can't produce children... I mean I still see Skarlet as his adopted child. Dude's straight up just picking up daughters.
Shao Kahn being a dad:
"Raiden chooses champions poorly." - Shao Kahn
"This from the man who chose Mileena?" - Liu Kang
"Do not mock my daughter!" - Shao Kahn
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"Those who betray me suffer, Black." - Shao Kahn
"Our contract died when you did." - Erron Black
"You should've served Mileena." - Shao Kahn
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"You'll pay for Mileena, D'Vorah." - Shao Kahn
"This one did Outworld a service." - D'Vorah
"And so shall I." - Shao Kahn
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"With Sindel's return our family is complete." - Shao Kahn to Mileena
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"Daughter, you have returned." - Shao Kahn
"To reclaim my place at your side from Skarlet." - Mileena
"First prove yourself her better." - Shao Kahn
Yeah, he's a narcissistic parent.
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"You didn't teach me blood magic." - Mileena
"Sorcery is Skarlet's gift, not yours." - Shao Kahn
"You'd never know, you never gave me a chance." - Mileena
That sounds like sibling jealousy, Skarlet was certainly adopted.
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"Back from the dead, I see." - Rain
"You must answer for scheming against Mileena." - Shao Kahn
"Your daughter got exactly what she deserved." - Rain
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Bonus: Kitana
Kitana is just so out of pocket. Now to be fair, she reacted in a way that is understandable. If I found out someone cloned me and I was face to face with that clone I would freak out too. But it's what happens afterwards. Kitana claimed that Mileena attacked her when it was the other way around.
Now if we follow the events of mk9 and not the events that came before it, Kitana never got to even know Mileena, so that comment was uncalled for. Not only that, but Mileena was welcoming towards Kitana upon first meeting her. While she was created to replace Kitana, that was not her priority when she woke up and saw Kitana for the first time. It's very clear that Kitana has absorbed Shao Kahn's narcissistic habits.
Now with some interactions:
"You're more my sister than Mileena." - Kitana
"So why must we fight again?" - Jade
"Where there are siblings there is rivalry." - Kitana
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"I don't suppose you have a sister." - Kung Lao
"There is only Mileena." - Kitana
"Thank you. I'll pass." - Kung Lao
I think Kitana actually carries pride over being the pretty one. I also think she took pleasure in making Kung Lao uncomfortable.
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"You will be queen of the damned." - Noob Saibot
"That honour is Mileena's" - Kitana
Out of pocket, no one said Mileena's name yet Kitana brought her up just to insult her.
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Skarlet and Mileena should've had a bond of some kind that wasn't antagonistic. I already wrote a post about this some years ago on my old Tumblr account, but I deleted it so I have to start over with this post. In Skarlet's original story (before the retcon) she was created in the flesh pits and even appears a few times during the mk9 story mode, so by that alone Mileena and Skarlet have a connection.
In the retcon Shao Kahn is the one to teach Skarlet blood magic, but I always saw sorcery as Shang Tsung's speciality since Shao Kahn has his kingly duties to fulfil so I think it would be much more fitting if Shang Tsung taught her under Shao Kahn's orders, that way her and Shang Tsung have a bond of their own being teacher and student to compliment the fact that he created her back in mk9.
Now, Kitana has Jade so it was an opportunity to have an evil doppelganger situation with Mileena and Skarlet. They both like gore, they both hate Kitana because Kitana was mean to them, and they both don't like Jade. They both also have a thing for Sub Zero, which means they have similar tastes. They should get along. And for them to not get along I think it should've been the normal sibling dynamic where they would easily get into fights and do little things that annoy the other, but deep down are fond of each other. Something that counters Kitana and Jade's you're like a sister to me that you don't see real siblings experience.
If we're gonna follow the fact that they should get along, then Skarlet could've been the cool older sister. She had a boyfriend (Erron), she is good at what she does, and she's just as feral as Mileena but is more laid back. I can picture her helping Mileena with her makeup and her training. The sister that Kitana never was and refuses to be. On Skarlet's part it could be a thing where she remembered how it felt for Kitana to belittle her and for Jade to shun her for not being Edenian, and decides that she refuses to be the same to Mileena.
I have said a bunch of times that Shao Kahn sort of adopted Skarlet or sees her as a child of his. He took her away from the streets because she showed fire, and that's how a lot of adoptions go from what I heard, there's something about the kid that sparks something in that parent. But I think because Skarlet doesn't have royal blood and is a street urchin is what doesn't make her worthy of the title of daughter in Shao Kahn's eyes even if the bond is potentially there.
As much as I would love them to get along, Skarlet is jealous of Mileena. The fact that a clone was able to be given the title 'daughter' in a blink of an eye in comparison to Skarlet who had been serving him for more than centuries. "Shao Kahn needs no more Kitana clones!" is her way of saying that she wants to be recognised, loved and appreciated. "A pity you will never be his daughter." from Shang Tsung wasn't just any statement, he can see that this street urchin orphan who will not be mourned wants a parental figure in her life, and that unfortunately became Shao Kahn. There could've been the potential that it would be Shang Tsung, but we all know what he's like, he would see her as nothing more than a student who wants something more.
Skarlet lusts for power, and I theorise it is because she's trying to fill a hole, which is common in people who lack certain things in their life such as emotional stability and parental support. Having power will give her that sense of control over her life, supposedly.
Following my headcanon that Skarlet desiring Skao Kahn is a sign of her insanity, her need for security, appreciation and love has been perverted by the very thing that gives her power. Poor Skarlet.
#mortal kombat headcanons#mortal kombat 11#mileena#skarlet and mileena#kitana#jade#shao kahn#mortal kombat theories#mortal kombat analysis#liu kang#kung lao
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Summary: You bit off more than you could chew. Sleeping with one professor was not enough, you fucked nearly all your university instructors. It wasn't even about grades, you didn't need to fuck them to excel in your classes. Your weird fetish for fucking college professors ended up biting you in the ass when all four found out what you've been up to. So now, you have to pay the price.
Content: bondage, stockade, free use, creampie, spanking, degradation, spit roast, name calling + pet names, oral (giving), fingering, overstimulation, pussy slapping, double penetration + blowjob and handy
LONG POST
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Drool pooled around your chin and dribbled down to the floor. Your fingers toes curled as your legs were spread far as they could go. The leather that cushioned the holes which secured your neck and wrists in the stockade rubbed against your skin. The friction of leather on your nape burned, but there was nothing you could do about it. What could you do bound as you were and have a thick cock rearranging your guts behind you.
You took stock of the red and black room you're in. The walls are lined with shelves and machines built for sexual torture. Racks, benches, wood and leather devices to bind, and beams. The only piece of mundane furniture were the cushioned armchairs, all but one was vacant. Because the former occupant was the one currently fucking you within an inch of your life, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy every second of it.
Three pairs of eyes watched you. You were bent forward, placed inside the stockade, and waited for someone to take their turn. Lots were drawn with pencils snapped in half; the shortest broken pencil went first. Your economics professor, a real mean bastard with a fondness for spoiling you after he's had his large hand your throat whilst fucking you, Enji Todoroki, snapped his hips against your ass. Skin slapped against skin and the wood stockade shuddered with every powerful thrust. His thick, calloused fingers dug into your hips, leaving bruises in their wake. By dawn's first light, you'll be covered in more than just bruises. You looked out into the faces of the tiny crowd watching you be pounded by the wall of muscle that was Prof Todoroki. All four were men you slept with to satisfy your peculiar, and oddly specific, fetish for professors and teachers. Your psychology professor, Shouta Aizawa, stared unblinking with black eyes fixed on you. Next to him, was the only professor you didn't have on your class schedule, the music director and music theory professor, Hizashi. Professor "Mic", his nickname, watched with almost the same level of rapture as his friend. And last but not least, the golden bird-like eyes of your cocky mathematics professor, Keigo Takami, watched from the side how your hips and breasts sway and jiggle.
"You're not supposed to feel good, slut. This is a punishment." Enji ground his teeth. His hips snapped even harder against yours, threatening to yank the stockade off its post while drilling into your cunt without mercy. His hand came down, once, twice, three times on your ass and each time making you cry out.
"Easy, Enji," Keigo chuckled. "You don't want to break her too bad, do you?"
"Don't tell me you pity the little slut?" Enji snarled.
"Hey, I'm not the one balls deep in her like you're addicted to her sweet pussy." Keigo shrugged. "Who's worse? The slut getting herself fucked brainless or the manwhore fucking her?"
Enji grinned maliciously. His large came down on your ass again as he slowed down as if to make Keigo pay attention to how your flesh jiggled on impact. "Jealous that I got first dibs, Keigo?"
"Not at all." Keigo rose from his chair. It didn't bother him in the slightest that Enji increased the already rough tempo. Keigo approached closer until he stood in front of you. With you bent over, your face was level with his crotch. The obvious tent his dark pants gave away his desires. "I like watching you make her empty headed. All she can think about is cock right now. Ain't that right, baby?"
Keigo brushed his hand against your cheek, then moved to cup your chin, and graze his thumb on your bottom lip. Your mouth was agape as you looked up at him. Enji was still fucking you hard from behind when Keigo slipped his thumb into your mouth. On instinct, you drew the digit further into your mouth and suckled. Keigo looked down at you with hungry eyes.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Keigo groaned. His other hand went for the fly of his pants. Deft fingers unfastened the button. His cock grew harder as he pulled the zipper down deliberately slow. Keigo shoved his pants and boxers down far enough to free his cock.
While Enji was thick and veiny, you had to admit that Keigo owned the prettiest cock of them all. It was long and fit just right, not too thick and not too thin. It was just a plain pretty cock. When Keigo moved his hand from your lips and stroked his cock in front of you, there was only one thing on your mind. You parted your lips wider to take him in and let Keigo fuck your throat.
"Aw man," Hizashi complained. "Now we can't see the show."
"You want to see a show? Alright, then. I'll give you a show. Keigo, let her off of minute," said Enji.
Keigo didn't pout like you expected him to. He pulled his cock away from your drooling mouth and stepped away. As he removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, Enji released you from the stockade. You were bent forward on the floor, face pressed into the carpet by Enji's firm hand. In the next second, as if he'd been fucking you like this since the beginning, Enji held your ass up in the air and speared you with his thick cock. Your moans bounced off the walls. With each thrust of his, Enji elicited a pathetic sound from your throat. Enji pushed Keigo away, snarling, "Wait your turn."
Keigo stood there and watched you be pounded by the much larger man. That didn't stop Keigo from stroking his cock. A quick glance at the spectators still in their sits revealed that Shouta and Hizashi had more patience than Keigo. They hadn't resorted to jacking off to the sight of Enji rearranging your guts in the most savage way possible.
Enji pulled both your arms behind your back. Gathering your wrists in one hand, he yanked your arms towards him. Your fingers stretched and grazed his abdomen. His free hand reached between your legs to roughly play with your clit. His thrusts never faltered and his fingers stroked your clit to the same harsh rhythm of his hips.
"Keigo's right, you know." Said Enji. "All you can think about is taking cock. You're drooling all over my carpet over it, and you love taking my cock...deep...hard...in your slutty cunt. That's why you've been sleeping around with all your professors, eh? Can't get enough dick to satisfy that whorish pussy?"
You whimpered as he hand slapped your clit. Your brain was too far gone to care that it stung a little too much. Enji went right back to playing with it as if in apology. You'd come twice now; your juices made it easy for Enji to slip his cock and fuck you as roughly as he liked. Your cheek got rug burn by the time you felt his hips stutter. He bruised your wrists as his fingers flexed in reaction to him emptying himself in your cunt. You felt Enji come deep inside. Risky move but it made your eyes roll back while you felt his cum drip out of you. Enji gave your ass another slap where you flesh already bore his hand print before he rose to feet.
"Who's next?" Enji didn't need to ask. Keigo had the second shortest stub during the drawing of lots and he was already half-naked and hard already.
Keigo still more that smug look on his face when he rolled you over onto your back. Enji's cum acted as lubricant for him to stuff you with his cock. Keigo wasn't nearly as thick, but his cock was long. His hands grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed your legs to your chest. Your hips were pushed off the floor and forced you into a mating press. Keigo thrust deep and fast; he wasn't as powerful and angry as Enji. You felt Keigo deep inside, the tip of his cock barely brushing against your cervix.
"K-Keigo!" You moaned.
"My name is so pretty on your lips when you scream like that. You take such good care of me, of us. You just want to be a good girl, don't you? That's what you wanna be used. Treated like a good hole, relieve stress. Such a good slut for me. You'll take my cum too, won't you, baby bird?"
You babbled in response. You moaned and whimpered as Keigo rutted you into the floor. A shadow loomed over you two. You looked up to find Enji standing over you again. His cock was hard again. He stoked it and then knelt on the floor. Enji pried open your mouth with his thumb but didn't force his cock down your throat. Instead, he kept your lips parted while he stroked himself to completion. Some landed inside your mouth, but most of it splattered across your face, narrowly missing your eyes. Enji swiped some of it off your cheek and fed it to you.
"It's a pity she went behind our backs. If she wanted to be used like a pathetic slut, she could've have just asked in the first place," he said, then went back to his seat after putting his pants back on.
Keigo rocked his hips against yours. He pushed your legs aside to kissed you from your neck down to your breasts. He licked and nipped at your skin.
"You feel so good, baby bird. You know how to take cock like a champ. You're take so much cum tonight," said Keigo.
You wordlessly nodded and bucked your hips against his. Your nails ran down his back, encouraging him to speed up the tempo of his thrusts. Your walls clenched around him and soaked his cock. Feeling you squirt around him, sent Keigo into overdrive. You were screaming by the time he was done with you. You left bloody welts along his shoulders and back because of the savage fucking he gave you. Keigo held you close in his arms as his hips stuttered. A new wave of cum shot into your body and warmed your lower belly. Keigo waited until your cunt took every drop of him before pulling out. He pecked you on the cheek then slid out of the way.
Shouta and Hizashi came up together (pun not intended). Their shirts were already off as well as their pants. A sheen of sweat glistened off your skin and you panted while you lay on the floor. It seemed natural for them to stride towards you with your legs spread wide open and cum from two men still seeping out of you. It didn't bother them that your legs shook and your poor pussy looked like it had been through a lot.
"Heads or tails?"
"Head," said Hizashi.
Hizashi strode over to where you head lay. He pulled you by the shoulders so you lay parallel on the floor from the chairs. You were rotated to lay on your stomach. You didn't have to told twice what to do. You wrapped your lips around Hizashi's cock until the blonde hairs of his happy trail ticked your nose. Goosebumps erupted across your flesh as his fingers calloused from practicing his guitar all day ran up and down your spine. You were lolled into a false sense of security. Hizashi, after all, was the most merciful of the four. He liked to play you like harp, plucking your strings with gentle fingers and smooth words. You didn't expect for his partner in crime, Shouta wouldn't wait until Hizashi was finished before forcing your knees down and stick your ass in the air. Shouta buried his cock to the hilt and rocked into you, setting the pace.
Hizashi quickly picked up on it, snapping his hips in time with Shouta's. They worked in tandem fucking one hole of yours then the other. Your muffled squeals resounded as you were passed between the two of them. With Hizashi and Shouta, they pushed and pulled you until your eyes rolled back into your skull. You finished hard on Shouta's cock but just as the fun was about to start, both he and Hizashi pulled out suddenly. You were dazed, confused, and boneless. You were rag doll when Hizashi lay under you with Shouta helping you to slide Hizashi's cock into dripping cunt. Shouta even helped you ride him before slyly pushing you forward. You didn't notice him slip right in front of Hizashi whilst inside you.
Enji and Keigo reappeared in your tear-stained vision. Enji cupped your chin to force you to look up at him. He and Keigo were rock hard again after so short a time frame that your eyes grew wide. Enji grabbed the back of your neck and wrapped your lips around his cock. Keigo wrapped your hand around him and set you to stroke him.
"Tell you what, princess," Enji growled as he thrust into your mouth. "We'll forgive you on two...fuck...two conditions. You keep your grades up and let only 'us' fuck you like the slut you are, and we'll keep this little arrangement a secret? You look like you're having too much fun down there sucking, stroking, and take two cocks in that sloppy cunt of yours to pass up such a good time."
You gazed up at him, batting your eyelashes as if you had no idea what he was talking about. You hummed in approval and took him further down your throat. You stroked Keigo's cock with more eagerness and moved your hips between Hizashi's and Shouta's a little harder. Yes, that could be arranged...
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I'm Addicted to Eating Bugs
I suppose it started small, like all addictions do. I was in the first grade, having some corner time because I threw a crayon at Brandon's head. He totally deserved it but that's another story for another day.
Anyway, I was facing the brick wall, imagining horrible fates for this jerk of a classmate when I heard a quiet buzzing. I looked by my feet to see an old cobweb, spider long gone but the dusty threads still managing to capture a fly. It wiggling and squirmed and if I hadn't interfered it probably would have gotten loose and carried on with its life. But before I realized it I had plucked the fly free and placed it in my mouth.
It buzzed furiously and it took all my willpower not to giggle, it was really ticklish. If I laughed, I'd end up opening my mouth and away it would go. I prodded at it with my tongue, feeling its wings flap uselessly against my cheek before I ended its life between my molars.
I swallowed and felt a lot better about things. Who cared about stupid Brandon anyway?
To be fair, kids eat stupid shit all the time. Glue, crayons, paper, I used to know a kid who ate sand and thought he was really stupid. Then again, I was only in the sandbox to hunt down ladybugs, so maybe I didn't have room to judge. But all those kids left their weird eating habits behind. I didn't. Instead, my habit grew.
At recess I'd spend all my time hunting bugs. I'd bring along a lil bug box and my teacher would just assume I'd want to study the insect world and let me be.
The easiest to find were worms on a day it had just rained. Those lil buggers were everywhere on the paving stones. Unfortunately they also had the least amount of payout. Worms taste like dirt. I mean, who's surprised though? Caterpillars were a lot better, so squishy but still slow enough for me to catch. Crickets and grasshoppers were a real pain in the neck. I had to learn to be patient and wait for the right moment to strike. If I didn't wait for the right moment, I would end up clapping my hands down on nothing at all.
But oh man, were they worth the effort. I didn't like putting them in my mouth alive so much, they kicked too much, but they had so much flavor and crunch. If I managed to find a grasshopper while hunting, I would consider myself one lucky kiddo.
I was never officially caught eating bugs until a few years later. I knew I had to keep my secret quiet. But when I was in fourth grade my class got a pet lizard named Lizzy. I know, really creative on names here, but we were kids so give us a break. But Lizzy needed to eat crickets a few times a week. I felt almost validated watching her munch down on them. But I also felt jealous. She could eat crickets whenever she wanted. I wished I could do that.
One winter day I decided to steal some of Lizzy's crickets. During recess I'd gone back to the classroom to get something from my desk when I realized I was all alone. This was my only chance to indulge. I crept up to the lizard cage, where the small cricket container was placed beside it. I opened up the top, snaked a handful of crickets, and threw those little buggers right in my mouth.
I had just closed my eyes when I heard someone gasp. I turned and saw Gabrielle, her jaw dropped as she stared at me. I'm pretty sure a cricket leg was poking out of my mouth too.
And of course, Gabrielle being a teacher's pet, she ran off screaming ‘Keith is eating Lizzy's crickets!’
I swallowed, feeling a lump form in my chest. My secret was out.
I managed to play it off as a joke, a one time thing. I was just curious as to why Lizzy liked eating crickets so much. I think Mr. Martinez found it hilarious. He ended up bringing roasted crickets to class next week, taking this moment to teach us how other cultures enjoyed eating all kinds of bugs and prepping them in unique ways.
I never felt more sick in my life. Although being salted and cooked did bring out the flavor, I ended up barfing it up later. It just. Wasn't the same. They were barely even bugs anymore. It was just like eating potato chips or almonds. There was no thrill of the hunt. None of that excitement as they squirm in your mouth. The joy when you bite down, taking out a leg or maybe slicing them right down the abdomen.
I did try to stop after that. I really did. I didn't want to get picked on anymore and maybe it was a little weird that I kept eating bugs.
But here's the real problem. If I don't sate my appetite on bugs, I start craving… bigger things.
The whole glass was horrified to come in one morning to find Lizzy had disappeared, the lid tipped off the cage and our class pet nowhere to be seen. Much to my amusement, fingers were pointed at Gabrielle, as she was the one who fed Lizzy the day before. She swore up and down that she fastened the cage lid on tight, but it didn't matter. We tore that room apart and Lizzy was just gone.
I participated in the search, although I had no reason to. I knew exactly where Lizzy was. In my belly.
I didn't know why I had gone back to class that day, I just knew I needed to. I was alone, me and that lizard. I felt like I was on autopilot as I opened the cage and plucked Lizzy out by the tail. I dangled her over my mouth before I snapped her head clean off. Blood dripped in my mouth, a new feeling I had never gotten before with bugs. It felt so damn good.
When the high wore off though I felt so guilty I nearly threw her back up. I didn't, because that would really be a waste, I just got out of there. That night at dinner I didn't eat a damn thing, I claimed I had a tummy ache and that wasn't a lie. But I knew the cause wasn't that 24 hour flu bug going around.
So yeah. I realized quickly that maybe there are worse things than eating bugs. Winters were always the hardest, I had to make due with ants in the kitchen and daddy long legs in the basement. To my credit, I've only ‘snapped’ once since then, it was Christmas vacation at grandma's house and I just hadn't had the time to hunt. That poor cat. Everyone just assumed a wild animal had gotten to poor Fluffy, meanwhile I was trying to discreetly pick long white fur out from in between my teeth.
It's gotten simultaneously harder and easier as an adult. Harder as I need to eat a lot more bugs to keep the cravings at bay, easier as now I can just go to the pet store and clean out their supply of feeder crickets and mealworms. The cashier there thinks I'm cute and usually gives me a discount. She keeps asking to meet my geckos and I have to keep making excuses as to why she can't.
If the cravings get bad, I hit up another pet store and buy a few mice, maybe a hamster or a gerbil too if it sounds good. I eat those suckers while binge watching Netflix, sucking on the long tails and reducing their skulls to paste. It has worked for me so far. I don't have a girlfriend, but I have a decent social life. I think it's probably for the best I don't have a family. I don't want to snap one day around a small child, I’d never forgive myself.
But I'm a good uncle to my sister's kids. I send them gifts and always tell them cool bug facts, which they love to hear, especially the younger one, Ellie.
However… I think I caught Ellie with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar last week. The cookie jar in this case was a spider's web, and a fly wing poking out of her lips.
She said she was just curious as to why spiders ate flies, but I'm gonna be keeping an eye on her.
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Tadadada! Here's the epilogue to my 'Overanalyzing beach Maiko' series.
Firstly, let's list some main conclusion theses:
1) Mai became interested in Zuko's problems after he directly mentioned his scar and his relationship with Ozai for the first time, so her final change of attitude does make some sense.
2) The basis for Zuko's irrational jealousy was Mai's annoyed facial expression after he criticized Ruon-Jian.
3) The context of Zuko's jealousy rampage actually leaves a loophole for not-possessive interpretation (yay).
4) Despite how badly Zuko screwed up, Mai somehow managed to screw up even more (yep, still sounds contr-intuitive).
5) Mai actually expresses herself all the time and her "childhood trauma" is a big bullshit.
6) Apart from his inner crisis, Zuko has to fix many problematic attitudes and personality settings before he'll become a decent romantic partner for anyone.
7) So does Mai.
Something like this.
And now, a bit of old good boring and inaccurate psychology lecture mistake correction.
I think that I misinterpreted Zuko's side of "bring me food" scene, actually. You see, I saw it as conscious submission in order to avoid conflict with Mai, but...
It actually looks more like Zuko genuinely didn't realize that Mai's demand was not okay. He wasn't exactly eager to please her*, but he also didn't see her attitude towards him as problematic.
(*Not catching Mai's "I'm hungry" initial hint is kind of an indicator of Zuko's cool-off towards her. I mean, acts of service is his typical way of showing affection, which makes his sudden cluelesness pretty notable.)
Basically, Mai and Zuko in this scene demonstrate opposite facets of locus of control problem. Simply put, they both believe that Zuko is responsible for something he really isn't - in this case, satisfying Mai's hunger.
Later, though, it's Zuko who believes Mai owes him something - namely, to give him affection and meet his emotional needs. In his head, he gives responsibility for his emotional well-being to Mai and scolds her when she "ignores her duty" by not being "passionate" enough.
(But while Mai doesn't owe Zuko anything formally, she made a mistake of severely underestimating Zuko's contribution into relationship and his real value for her. This resulted in her coldness and lack of gratitude in response to his affection, which is quite a big relationship screw-up.)
Okaaay, and with that part out of the way, it's time for my final personal reflections.
In general, I have no doubts I made lots of other mistakes during my analysis. I tried my best, but to dissect relationship conflicts correctly, you need to have good feeling of personal boundaries and empathy of your own. And... Well. It's not exactly my forte.
I compensate for some things with theoretical knowledge, but my mind is a mess, so... Yep.
I feel like I have to go and read more psychological theory after this.
Also, I kinda tried to do an entertainment out of this, and roasting format doesn't exactly mix good with being objective. So, yep. It seems I got some kind of useless Frankenstein monster in the end, lol.
And finally... Perhaps I had to make it clear much earlier, but...
I have nothing against Maiko shippers or Mai fans. Ta-da!
I'm sure they have a lot against me now though, pffft.
I realize what I wasn't exactly restrained in my roasting, so it's natural for you to dislike me. But my goal wasn't to tell you what your preferences are inadequate or something. I mean, I myself ship much more toxic problematic shit (and have a weak spot for all sorts of flawed characters). It isn't supposed to be about being rational. You like it, I don't, it's ok.
Dunno, maybe someone needed to hear this.
That's all, I guess. If you were reading this series - thanks for your attention. Despite everything, it was a rather interesting experience for me, and I hope you found something useful for yourself too.
I wonder what I should analyse next >:D
I ignore all notifications, but maybe I'll make an exception soon. Ta-da! What a cliffhanger.
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Hi, I am a lurker here in tumblr and have been checking out smosh tags, mostly Damien related posts. I stumbled upon some comments asking if he's gonna leave (here and in youtube) because he hasn't been in the latest videos, which I get because he got COVID recently. I am usually chill about this but then the latest smosh games upload didn't include him in the credits and I admit I'm a little bothered 😅 Is it just because he's busy? I heard sword AF s2 is supposed to happen this month so I'm looking forward to it.
He did have COVID, but my thought on that is that likely we already went through the period where he didn't shoot because of that? I was just talking to @generaltrashshecox about Damien and she said that Damien mentioned being very busy this month (December). Now, typically Smosh shoots are like a month ahead so we also might not see a lot of him in January.
I think that he's just busy personally. I might feel more worried if Sword AF season 2 wasn't gearing up to come out. I think next week? And it seems as though Damien truly loves that show and getting to be a DM for his friends. So, I don't see him walking away from that.
Additionally, Damien does stream on Twitch. I don't watch the streams but I've been told he has mentioned Smosh and Smosh related things while on stream?
He also does voice acting of course, so he is a busy guy!
I didn't realize hw as not credited in today's Smosh Games description. Which that is kind of weird! I'm gonna say we shouldn't worry too much. I don't think Damien is ready to leave Smosh or Smosh games. If anything, maybe he's taking a step back, but also he could just be busy! I'm absolutely no authority here, but I would say we should not panic about this.
Lowkey, I'm hoping we'll see Damien on Friday for the roast even if he isn't a main character or huge part of it.
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Idk why but i dont like the fact nico is ina relationship. I feel like its too early right now. Feel like he should work on himself first then maybe nico can be in a relationship. I don't believe hes ready or in the mindeset to be a relationship
Hi anon!! My deepest apologies to you because this was from Apr 23... I swear I tried but I just failed. I'm so sorry.
For this ask, I wholeheartedly agree that Nico wasn't actually ready for a relationship. He has self-issues, he has other-issues, he's just fresh out of multiple traumas (no thanks to you, Cupid). Idk. It just feels so rushed. It's like Rick was trying to appease the fandom since some might take him not giving Nico a partner as... idk discrimination or st, what's with Nico's history of internalized homophobia...
It would take quite a lot of neurons which I don't have right now and probably an essay to explain that, but I, with all my heart, believe Nico should have been allowed a gap-time (yeah i made it up from the term gap year lmao) to settle down with himself before committing to a romantic relationship.
And should the fandom decide to roast it bc "The gay character deserves a partner" then I don't care. I have seen gay crushes being snuffed out in shoujo mangas before. This is not new.
Now, that's before TSATS for you.
I honestly don't know if my inability to reply an ask in time helps with this ask lmao. Now we've had TSATS out of the closet, maybe it can provide some insight into this.
I would give it to Rick for addressing this ^^^ problem in TSATS. Though there still is a few things to say about it (the come-outs, the asking-out, etc...), I'd take it that Rick acknowledges Nico inner problems and has made an effort to address and resolve them, and further along the problem in his relationship with Will.
So basically, Rick knows he was rushing when he made Nico and Will a couple, and now he's taking the chance to fix it. At least, that's how I perceive it.
I won't refute the suspicion that TSATS is, in fact, a sudden change of plan, either. As in: I do have some doubts that all of Rick's original plan was to paint Solangelo as a perfect couple right of the bat as a happy ending for Nico - who, at that time, already has a fanbase that rivals the protagonists; however, he changed his mind sometime during TOA or post TOA and decided to publish TSATS instead. There's proof(s) I can provide to support this claim, but we'd leave it for another time. The point is that if this is true, it'd be another reason/proof for Solangelo's lack of foundation from Nico's side.
Regarding TSATS, as I suppose you can see for yourself all the debates that have been going around in the tag, Rick's efforts in addressing and resolving Nico's (and Will's?) inner problems, along with Solangelo's problems as a couple, are still on the table for evaluation. Afaik, there're thus far various opinions, some are lenient, some are acceptable, and others are not... So Ig we'll leave it for another time.
#nico di angelo#pjo#hoo#toa#yone rambling#percy jackson and the olympians#heroes of olympus#trials of apollo#the sun and the star#the sun and the star: a nico di angelo adventure#tsats#solangelo#will solace
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Maid for Christmas (TG/FTF/ID)
Snow filled the dark grey sky of the winter day, trickling down to the ground below, before a pair of boots scraped through them, crinkling their way up towards a large manor house.
A group of eight people stood in the entranceway, all eagerly waiting to be let in. They had all seen an online advert for a Christmas temp position which many of the group figured was easy work, and had been invited to a group interview session on this very day.
The advert said the owner of the house needed several new employees for the Christmas season given the upcoming festivities. The exact nature of the job was unclear, but a job was a job and money was money.
Eric looked around in awe of the massive house.
"Man, wouldn't mind living here." Eric said to himself. He was a fairly tall decently built guy in his early twenties, with short brown hair and a pale face that was reddening from the cold.
"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure a place this grand is probably pretty old, don't think it'd be easy to heat this time of year." Troy replied, who was a more average build with black hair.
"I don't know, maybe Eric's right. It'd be nice to get all warm and cozy in a place like this" Justine replied, throwing Eric a smile which he reciprocated.
The group of eight were all of similar age, all clearly in their early to mid twenties, save for one of them, Toby, who was clearly at least in his mid thirties.
Eric, Troy, Jake, Sean and Toby made up the male population of the group, whilst Beth, Sarah and Justine were the only three women. The entire group were fairly average looking, Sean seemed especially nerdy however with his large glasses and slight acne on his face, whereas Jake was slightly larger in build than the others.
Beth looked to be a bit more reserved, overdoing it with the number of layers she was wearing and having her hair block most of her face, whilst Sarah seemed a lot more outgoing with her makeup and fashion sense, Justine was somewhere in between.
"So, you guys doing this whilst studying?" Sean asked.
Most of the group nodded save for Toby, Sarah and Jake.
"Still haven't decided what I want to do yet, figured I'd just earn some money for now."
"Same." Jake replied.
"Oh, I graduated a while back. Just been doing small jobs here and there ever since." Toby replied, feeling a bit out of place amongst the group.
"Man, really hope they let us in soon." Eric said shivering on the spot.
"You said it, my nuts are freezing out here." Troy replied through gritted teeth.
"As opposed to roasting on an open fire?" Justine replied in a playfully witty tone.
"Ha ha." Troy responded sarcastically.
Beth walked up through the group and pushed lightly on the door, finding it to be open.
"Seriously?! It's been open this whole time?!" Said Sarah.
"Just figured I'd try, no-one else seemed to."
"Hang on, we sure were not supposed to be let in yet?" Eric said.
"What are they gonna do, fire us?" Troy replied as he entered, the rest of the group following suit.
Once inside they were immediately greeted by warmth. The interior was very spacious, with lavish wooden walls decorated with various engravings and sculptures, along with feminine statues lining one side. The place was old, but clearly well maintained, there wasn't a speck of dust or a cobweb to be seen with how much it glistened with a spotless sheen.
The group had little time to take any of it in as just then, the click of heels came from the hallway before a maid appeared from around the corner.
She was dressed in a latex maid outfit and carried herself very professionally, head held high as she addressed the group in a heavy French accent.
"Ah. You are ze new employeez vor madame?" She asked.
"Um... yes! We were told to wait here?" Justine said slightly nervously, she along with the rest of the group all being rather taken aback by the sight of the maid.
"Parfaite. If you will follow moi and I shall began your tour of ze home." She said gesturing for the group to follow.
"First we have ze lounge. Zis is where Madame will have ze guests during ze Christmas party." She said opening a set of double doors leading to a lounge room. It had an extravagant design to the walls and ceilings, with various silver decorative pieces littering the room.
"I av been informed that two of you will be stationed here for your first introdhuctory lesson. Once you are done, you shall be given the tour of the remainder of ze house." The maid said gesturing for Beth and Troy to stay, before leading the rest of the group away.
"Guess we've got the job then?" Beth said.
"I guess so, don't get why they didn't tell us that on the invitation email, or why they said it was a group interview?" Troy replied.
Beth and Troy were left standing in the lounge before hearing the soft patter of heels against carpet coming from another doorway in the room, through which walked another maid dressed with a large grey coat over her outfit.
"So, you ah mine for ze day?"
She had a mysterious yet sultry confidence to her voice and the way she carried herself, easing her way out of her coat allowing Beth and Troy to fully take in her figure encased in the sleek uniform, not noticing that she too was eyeing them as she removed her coat.
"I am Antoinette. I will oversee your... induction." She said coyly.
"Firstly, it is important that you adhere to ze strict dress code. All staff wear uniform of a similar style, but the materials are ze same." She said running her hands up and down her body, her fingers catching on slight folds and creases in the latex that caused it to crinkle and squeak loudly, all the while showing off her tightly encased figure.
Troy suddenly felt his temperature rise, it was hard to deny how sexy the woman was being, honestly it was bordering on something he'd see in a strip club, but for whatever reason something told him to just continue watching. He pulled at the collar of his shirt before releasing it, locked in on the view of Antoinette, but as he let go it did feel tighter around his neck, and the material seemed thinner and sleeker to his touch.
Beth too was feeling the heat as she watched, causing her to breathe heavily, her layers suddenly didn't feel as heavy over her anymore, and the feeling of weight on her chest seemed to grow slightly.
Antoinette then took a tray and carried it over to the nearby table, sliding it on in an exaggerated manner.
"Uuh! Madame's guests expect... *moan!* Good presentation." She spoke between strained exaggerated moans.
"Hence your uniforms, ze are designed to highlight your figures."
Beth and Troy were both struggling to register what they were being told. They were both ensnared, their eyes and minds locked on the sight before them. With that Troy didn't notice his perspective shift slightly, his eyeline now being lower than before. His breathing had also become sharper and he generally felt somewhat lighter in his torso.
As she continued thrusting, the pair watching on couldn't take their eyes off her ass that jiggled with each thrust, with only a vague awareness that their clothing continued to make strange sounds, like they were straining or crinkling, especially somewhere low behind them that for both felt heavier than before.
As Beth watched on, she felt a need to instinctively reach a hand up to twirl a finger through her hair, but she never used to do that. Not to mention, it seemed shorter and curlier than before and more out the way of her face, like it had shortened, or something was holding it back on her head, like a cap or something.
Troy continued staring on, but he could vaguely notice some kind of straining sensation around his chest, with the crinkling sound being more like a pair of balloons slowly inflating and some degree of extra weight and sensitivity in that area.
The crinkling sound was now coming from all over the pair's bodies, with them feeling a sensation of tightness and encasement, but also a sensation of bareness, like whatever it was was a second skin to them. They could now register more of how their forms felt, even if their vision was still locked on Antoinette. Beth seemed to feel slightly more exaggerated in places, whereas Troy felt as though his entire body from the neck down was alien, completely unfamiliar to him.
Antoinette continued on, carefully placing items on the table whilst she flexed and bent her body into various positions to show it off, the material of her uniform still squeaking loudly.
The pair rubbed their legs together as they watched, causing audible squeaks of material with a slick sound like it was pulling up, roughly to where a skirt would reach. Beth felt the material become looser in that area compared to Troy's which was to him felt tighter, more constrictive, tight enough to notice it feeling like something that was once between his legs was now gone. They heard the material move again, this time shortening their sleeves, causing Beth to feel a radiating sensation from her bear skin becoming exposed, as though it were more tanned than before.
They were completely entranced, unable to think or process anything resembling concern or fear at whatever was happening to them. Any trace of free will was sapped out of them with each second they continued looking on, completely ensnared in Antoinette's web.
"Organization and presentation is key."
Troy bit his lip, which the longer he held onto began to feel larger, along with the trace of a moan escaping his lips that was a far higher tone than his usual voice. Similarly with Beth she teased her lip with the tip of her tongue, hers also began to feel it was enlarging slightly, whilst also having a glossier texture than before.
"Her staff must adhere to the physical specifications she requires, your image reflects her image."
"That is, after all, why Madame hired you." Antoinette said playfully eyeing them as she arced her leg back into the air.
"They expect to be fully served, and your bodies are fully capable of such varied... positions."
Troy pulled his face into a pleasured expression, which led to a small crunch, pop, and jolt at his head, it feeling lighter and sharper, nd generally more delicate than before, along with him hearing his hair trickle down the material in a ponytail against his neck.
Beth widened her eyes, causing her to feel a similar crunching sensation but not as extreme, more so feeling the weight of makeup on her face.
With that their clothing began gaining their final details, with white lining in places and a printed on apron for each, polished black heels on their feet, along with the area around Beth's chest lowering to show off her new cleavage. With that, there now stood two new maids for the manor.
Beth still somewhat resembled her prior self, just less reserved and more lively in expression whilst Troy bared no resemblance to his old self, his black hair now blonde, his face and wider form fully feminized, and overall he appeared more collected and mysterious with how 'she' carried herself.
"I expect you to dedicate yourselves to your tasks." Antoinette said in a slightly presumptuous tone, like a parent talking to their children.
"Of course, absolutely." Beth replied as she clapped her hands together, now sounding far more confident and outgoing with a wide-eyed expression, with her far more pronounced chest shaking with every movement she made.
"We have much to do before the guests arrive. The room definitely needs further decorations for th-zis time of year. Are there any specific expectations about additional services?" She asked casually.
"I take it you are eager?" Antoinette replied.
"Well, we do have to fully dedicate ourselves to zeir service." Beth replied playfully giggling in response, her voice occasionally dipping into an accent.
"A time will come for zat. First, it is impehative that you know how to carry yourself."
"Like this?" Troy replied giving her leg a slight kick, holding out her hands in a delicate manner whilst giving a slight confident look to her face that was reflected in her voice.
"Parfaite Mademoiselle!" Antoinette replied admiring the way the young woman was perfectly showing off the grace of her feminine figure.
"You av clearly trained very ard for this position."
"Merci, words cannot express how long I av wanted to be a part of ze staff ere, serving Madame." Troy replied, initially mimicking Antoinette's accent, before her voice completely shifted into a French accent.
"Aah, you will be a fun one." Antoinette said closely approaching Troy, resting a finger on her chin as she inspected the new maid.
"We av a few hours before we are expecting guests. I will show you ze rest of the uose, and we will then find ze rest of ze new staff."
"Ooh, I am so looking forward to meeting zem!" Beth responded, her bubbly voice now fully gaining an accent.
With that the three maids walked out, hips and arms swaying in a confident seductive manner as they ventured off into the rest of the manor.
To be continued?
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