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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 3

Holy hell, guys. Seriously, I love you all. And just seeing the sheer amount of LOVE this story is getting makes me so happy.

Tag list of 50 has now been filled. Any other requests for tagging will be denied. I’m sorry.

Edit: Also if you saw the title as something else? No, no you didn’t. And any reblogs you see with anyone instead of anybody are a figment of your imagination. (*thuds head on laptop* I have the title right on here...in my file *wails*)

Part 1 Part 2

Eddie was wrong. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. On the one hand, he was wrong and that was uncomfortable. On the other it meant that whatever was going on with Steve he didn’t care about his reputation anymore and that was always a good thing.

He had walked out of the school doors to the parking lot after school to see a Steve Harrington leaning against his van, just like yesterday.

“Harrington,” Eddie said, “this is a surprise.”

Steve ducked his head. “If you don’t want me to be here, I can leave.”

Eddie held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa there. I didn’t say that. I’m just surprised you took me up on the offer is all. Last time I checked your lot doesn’t throw in with mine.”

Steve’s shoulders sagged. “It does now. Now that I don’t have anyone else.”

Eddie’s eyes widened and he cocked his head. “I thought you and Nancy Wheeler were hot and heavy.”

The very idea of the two of them made him gag. Hetros. Freaking insane, man.

“We broke up on Halloween,” Steve murmured.

Eddie blinked. He had been at that party. To sell, of course, he hadn’t been invited. Had even seen Wheeler storm off, but he really hadn’t thought much about it.

“What bridges haven’t you burned?” he asked in all seriousness.

“My kids,” Steve said. “I’d do anything for them.”

“Okay, that’s going to have to take some explanation,” Eddie said, shoving his hands in his back pockets.

Steve looked around the van and gulped. “Can we take this somewhere else?”

Eddie looked over and saw Nancy and some other guy being all cutesy. “Yeah. Come on, hop in. I’ll bring back later to pick up your car when the lot’s no longer crawling with people who want to do you in.”

Steve sighed in relief, his body fulling relaxing for the first time since Eddie started this journey. He moved around to the other side of the van and got in once Eddie unlocked the door.

“Where to, my liege?” Eddie asked with a grin.

“Is the quarry okay?” Steve asked shyly.

Eddie’s grin softened to a smile. “Sure thing, pretty boy.” He started the van and pulled out on to the open road, leaving behind the messy turmoil that was high school.

They made it out to quarry and Eddie climbed up on the top of his van. Steve looked up at him in amazement.

“Uh, how am I supposed to get up there?” Steve asked.

Eddie leaned over the side and held out his hand. “Grab hold.”

Steve looked at it a moment and then back up at Eddie. He looked into those doe brown eyes and sighed. He planted one foot against the side of the van and then took Eddie’s hand.

And was promptly vaulted to the top of the van.

“Holy shit!” Steve said once he was settled next to Eddie. “You’re strong.”

Eddie laughed. “It comes from all the lugging equipment around for my band. And helping out with stage crew.”

“Wow, you have a band?” Steve asked.

Eddie nodded. “Corroded Coffin. It’s a metal band, we play at the Hideout every week.”

Steve bit his lip. “I don’t know much about metal. I tend to go for alt rock bands like Oingo Boingo, Depeche Mode, REM, Tears for Fears...I bet that was a load of gibberish for you.”

Eddie shook his head. “I’m familiar with a couple of them,” he admitted. “Not my thing. But I would have pegged you for a pop vibe.”

Steve scoffed. “I have some taste, man.”

Eddie laughed. “I’d beg to differ, but sure. You do you, dude.”

Steve bumped Eddie’s shoulder. “Go on, then. Impress me with your metal bands, since mine are such shit.”

“My favorite is Metalica,” Eddie said, bumping Steve back. “But I like Mercyful Fate, Dio, Poison.”

Steve wrinkled his nose. “And I thought my bands had weird names.”

“What the hell is a Depeche Mode anyway?” Eddie fired back.

“What is a Metalica?” Steve replied.

Eddie opened his mouth, but no sound came out. “All right, you got me there.”

“I was talking to Mrs Hall today about my schedule,” Steve said, drawing his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on them. “I have to drop basketball and baseball. It’s too late to drop swimming, but I talked to Coach Burton and he said I should be cleared for competition I just have to see the swimming board’s doctor for final confirmation.”

“So suddenly you have two classes opened up?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, my last two,” Steve mumbled into his knees. He lifted his head with a sigh. “She won’t let me just drop them and not pick up new classes even though the semester half way through.”

“So you thought about what to fill those slots with?”

“She gave me a list of options,” Steve grumbled and dug the paper out of his pocket. He handed it to Eddie.

Eddie looked over the options. “Debate, would double as extra English credit...” he mumbled reading what Mrs Hall had wrote. “Can’t see you doing that one, if I’m honest.”

Steve shook his head. “Me either. I know it’s not just arguing. But I know they can get heated. I don’t need complete strangers yelling at me when I get that enough at home.”

Eddie nodded. “Choir. Can you sing?”

Steve blushed. “Yeah, actually. But I’ve never wanted to join the choir.”

Eddie frowned. “Why not?”

Steve cleared his throat and looked away. “My vocal coach said that I don’t blend well and am very loud.”

Eddie bumped into Steve’s shoulder. “Soloist only, then?”

Steve nodded.

“Sounds like you’d be great at metal singing,” he continued. “Very loud and very in your face.”

Steve laughed. “Whatever you say, man. But no, choir is out.”

Eddie looked back at the list. “Machine work?”

Steve shook his head. “My dad would kill me.”

“Too blue collar for your dad?” he asked. Steve nodded. “I gotcha.”

“Stage crew,” Eddie continued.

Steve sighed. “I thought about that one, but like with the machine work it’s too ‘blue collar’ for my dad. Plus with my concussion, I’m pretty sure either option would be out.”

Eddie cocked his head and clicked his tongue. “Fair enough.” He looked over the list. “Pottery?”

Steve laughed. “Sure, why not? That’s one.”

Eddie nodded. He mentally crossed out all the classes that were seventh period, focusing only on the class that were eighth.

“Hmm...” he murmured pursing his lips. “Looks like what you’ve got left is geology and drama.”

Steve reared his head back. “What the hell is geology?”

Eddie shook his head. “I have no idea, but it’s obviously a science-y thing.”

Steve let out a bitter laugh. “I guess it’s pottery and drama.” He buried his face in his knees again. “I know my reputation is already in tatters but fuck those kids in those classes are going to tear me to pieces.”

Eddie blinked. The mystery that was Steve Harrington was like following a rabbit down a hole, and coming up to Wonderland. “You’re more concerned that they’re going to make fun of you then you are of your old friends making fun of you?”

Steve lifted his head. “Well sure. I know Tommy and them are going to make fun of me even if I stayed on both teams. That’s a given. They’ve got King Billy to follow now and they’re gonna get vicious with it. But no, the real problem comes from the art geeks coming for me because I have invaded their space.”

Eddie almost brought up the drawing class Steve was already in, but wisely kept his mouth shut. He shrugged. “So tell them truth. Tell them you had course correct because of a concussion. Be honest and defer to them in all things.”

“I’m also going to be the only senior in those classes, man,” Steve groused.

Eddie cocked his head. “Yeah, probably. But what else have you got?”

Steve’s shoulders slumped. “Nothing.”

They lapsed into silence. Just sitting there for awhile looking out over the quarry.

After some time, Eddie bumped Steve’s shoulder again. “So you want to tell me about ‘your kids’?”

Steve frowned.

“Burned bridges, people who haven’t given up on Steve Harrington?” Eddie prompted.

Steve lit up. “Oh yeah. Sorry, man, it’s just the...” he pointed to his face. Eddie nodded. “I still don’t know how I got roped into dealing with these assholes, but yeah. There are six of them now. Started with Dustin Henderson. Smart kid, smarter than most adults I know. Then it expanded to his friends, which includes the little brothers of my ex and her new boyfriend, Jonathan Byers, and of course Lucas Sinclair. And then I picked up El or Jane. I’m not sure which one she prefers, most people call her El though. And then there’s Max.”

“Five boys and a girl?” Eddie asked, his face twisting awkwardly. “Congrats?”

Steve laughed. “Max is short for Maxine. But don’t you dare call her that.”

Eddie blinked. “Max Mayfield? As in Billy Hargrove’s step-sister?”

Steve tilted his head back. “Yeah...but I don’t think I could separate her from the group now if I tried. And besides, she’d kick my ass.”

“You are an enigma wrapped in a mystery, man,” Eddie said.

Steve looked over at him. “You don’t know the half of it.”

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 5 months

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Morning after

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 10

Prompt: First time

Rated: E

CW: Alcohol; Dirty talk; Sexually explicit language; Nudity; One slight mention of BDSM

Tags: Established relationship; Tongue fucking (referenced); Service mouth Steve Harrington; ADHD disaster Eddie Munson; Idiots in love

Eddie wakes to sunlight tickling his nose, limbs heavy with the warm weight of sleep - the kind induced by alcohol and exhaustion.

Memories of last night's gig trickle into his mind. The packed location. Strobing lights, bodies moving to their music. Steve beaming up at him from the front row, deliciously disheveled, eyes sparkling with adoration.

It's funny. A year ago, he was hiding from an angry mob in a dilapidated boat house. Now, one interdimensional war, a near-death experience, and a lot of hush money later, not only is Corroded Coffin finally taking off. He also got himself a hot sweetheart of a boyfriend who loves tagging along to his shows and gets ridiculously turned on by his stage performance. Life is finally looking good for Eddie Munson.

Until he turns and finds himself at the receiving end of a death glare that would even have Vecna quake in his non-existent boots.

Eddie yelps and tries to jump to his feet, but last night's leather pants are bunched around his ankles for some reason, so he ends up face-first on the carpet, naked ass exposed to the cool morning air.

"Ow, son of a- Stevie?" he mutters. "Everything okay?"

Steve is still in the chair next to the bed. He's still glaring.

"Oh, wow," he says while Eddie scrambles to his knees and tries to inconspicuously shrug out of the pants. Why do these motherfuckers have to be so tight? "You actually need to ask after what you did?"

Eddie blinks. His nose is stinging from where it hit the carpet.

Steve huffs and snaps his magazine shut. Eddie has a sneaking suspicion he picked it up purely for dramatic effect.

"So you don't even remember, huh?"

"I, erm …" Eddie says, desperately rifling through his brain for a shred of a clue. "I'm sorry, I don't-"

Steve throws the magazine. It hits the carpet with a less-than-impressive flop but it's the gesture that counts, Eddie guesses.

"I can't believe you," Steve seethes. The chair topples as he jumps up.

"Wait, wait, wait," Eddie holds out one imploring hand. Steve stops halfway to the door and regards him with a wary look. "Lemme just …"

He screws his eyes shut, wills himself to pull images from the blur that is his memory.

Getting crushed in a full-body hug the moment they got off stage, Steve's arms and warmth and scent all around him.

Celebrating the successful gig, the lingering touches and looks and smiles.

Loading the equipment into the cars, saying goodnight to the guys.

Getting slammed against the side of the van, Steve's hands under his shirt, against the curve of his ass. Steve's tongue licking over his lips, warm and wet and eager.

"Woah, big boy. Maybe ask before you shove that tongue down my throat?"

Steve's smug smile as he leaned closer, voice husky and low.

"Let's get you home… and I'll shove it somewhere else."

Throwing himself into the car, because hoooly shit! They've tried a lot of stuff in the months they've been together, all of it great, all of it mind-blowing in fact. Eddie’s had plenty of opportunity to witness that skilled tongue at work, but this? This was gonna be a first.

He remembers nearly vibrating out of his own skin on the way home, remembers grinning like a maniac as they pulled into the driveway, Steve's hand sliding up his thigh.

Remembers tumbling into the bedroom in a flurry of limbs and moans and kisses, toppling onto the bed, hands tearing at clothes, teeth scraping over skin …

… only then, it gets decidedly more fuzzy.

"Um, I-" he mutters. "We were … You were gonna … and I-"

"You fell asleep, you fucking asshat!" Steve blurts. His face is doing that thing where he loses control of his bottom lip and it gets all pouty and quivery. An adorable, flustered blush is creeping out of his shirt collar and up his jaw. "You fucking fell asleep while I was about to- Jesus Christ, I don't believe this. This has never- why are you laughing?"

"Baby," Eddie wheezes, and by some miracle manages to stagger to his feet and shuck off his pants. "Stevie. Darling. Light of my life. You realize that this is our first fight?"

Steve scowls at him. "Maybe. So?"

Eddie can't help it, he breaks into laughter - full-blown, body-wrecking guffaws. "And it's because you didn't get to eat me out? Oh my God, I can't- only you, sweetheart!"

"Fuck off," Steve grouses, but he doesn’t pull away when Eddie reaches for his hands, and the corners of his mouth are twitching the tiniest bit. The blush has reached his cheekbones. "Do you have any- I was down there, all ready to go and you started snoring! Nobody has ever fucking fallen asleep on me!"

He's looking positively mortified now, one hand freeing itself from Eddie’s grip to run through his hair, eyes wide and confused - like a scolded puppy that doesn't understand what it did wrong.

"Aw, honey," Eddie coos, cradles Steve's face in one hand, slots their bodies closer. He's still very much naked from the waist down and he can pinpoint the exact moment this dawns on Steve. The way he licks his lips. "I'm sorry. That gig was a lot, and I guess I just … crashed? You just make me feel so warm and safe and cared for."

Steve hums reluctantly, but his chest swells with the praise and he doesn't protest when Eddie slots himself into his arms, starts to slowly undo his belt buckle.

"How about you take revenge on me now? We've got all day, so … you can go for however long you want. I won't complain, and if I do … you know where we keep the gag, huh?"

Steve's pupils blow wide.

The rest of the morning passes in a haze, but sleep has nothing to do with it.

All my holiday drabbles

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smuttysabina · 11 months

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Chaelisa "Chella Action

(Lisa x Rose, 800 words) Lisa and Rose have fun at Coachella Tags: Lesbian action, Dialogue, Fisting, brief vomiting, cumplay, harsh language

"Really Lisa?"

"What, Rose?"

"This is the best you could find?"

"Hey, I don't want to hear any complaints, this is the best one I could get that was... unspoiled."

"Where did you even find it anyways?"

"Passed out next to the main stage, I think she missed him since he was unconscious."

"Well judging by the screaming Jennie is still going at it."

"Mhmm, so be happy we don't get her sloppy seconds for once, this one is fresh!"

"I'm surprised you didn't just grab some of her leftovers, considering what a perverted whore you are, you should like cleaning up after your betters."

"Wow fuck you too bitch, at least I'm not a sadistic... oh, shut up, shut up, he's waking up! Ahem- Hello there, how are you feeling, good? Oh don't bother getting up silly, we'll be joining you down there soon enough."

"Ugh, do we really have to fuck him in the dirt?"

"Its COACHELLA, everything is covered in dirt!"

"Well some of us, dislike rutting on the ground like animals!"

"Okay, then go find a fucking clean mattress then, I'll be busy enjoying myself."

"FINE. But I get to go first."

"Um, no. I don't want you to ruin him like you do with all of your... slaves. The last one was literally jizzing blood!"

"Oh please, you were just on your period Lisa, and anyways I don't want your filthy cunt juices smeared all over my... dildo."

"Heh, you were going to say 'slave' weren't you?"

"Its called wordplay whore, maybe you should figure it out before writing another song."

"....Ouch"

"..."

"Okay, I'm sorry, that was a little too harsh."

"It's fine, that just means I get to go first. God you are so easy to manipulate, its a wonder you manage to domme anyone at all..."

"Hey!"

"Too late! Hello again my darling little pet, ready to make my insides all juicy? Don't mind Rose there, she's just mad about going last! So make sure to fuck me good and proper, if you cum before I do, I'll make sure you get it up again..."

"..."

"What's wrong Rose, still mad that you're going to be cleaning up after me again? You can just stand there and watch as I ride- wait Rose. What are you doing back there with your hand? Wait, no. Get lube you idiot! Get lube! LUBE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!"

"Oh shut up you slut, I know you love it rough. This is payback for earlier, whore"

"Oh fuck... Rose I can feel your fist in my stomach... oh god I'm gonna! Blooooargh!"

"That's disgusting! Could you not puke everywhere like a cheap whore? You really do deserve to get fucked on the ground you filthy animal."

"Hah- I- hah, I don't want to hear that from the fucking bitch who just shoved her arm up my ass!"

"Lisa, you came like twice from this, don't deny you're not enjoying this."

"Urrrgh, I'm going to force feed you so much cum after this you bitch..."

"I'd love to see you try, by the time I'm done with you I doubt your loose holes will be able to hold anything in them at all!"

"Ghurk Ghurk Ghurk GHUAH! Is that all you've got Rose, I've fucked virgins who could plow me harder than that!"

"...Um Lisa."

"Huh...? What?"

"Look down."

"...Oh, he passed out again."

"...Did he finish?"

"Hmm.... yup I can feel his load in there! I guess he came so hard he blacked out!"

"Pfffft, you really do suck at choosing fuck meat!"

"Yeah yeah I don't want to hear it! Also uh, Rose?"

"Yes Lisa?"

"Want to keep fisting me?

"Sigh, fine. But only if you eat me out afterwards."

"Deal! And you can degrade me all you want and shit while I'm doing it."

"You do know how to push my buttons don't you?"

"Oh yeah, and afterwards, want to try and find some more pets? Surely Jennie can't fuck her way through all of them!"

"With Jisoo helping her out? Seriously?"

"Well I guess we can be on cleanup duty again..."

"Are you fine with sloppy seconds?"

"Are you really asking me that?"

"Fine, as long as you clean them off first for me..."

"Rose dear, I always do. Now shouldn't you be, um?"

"Oh right! Only if you ask nicely though, Lisa."

"I hate you."

"That works!"

"OH FUCK! HARDER ROSE HARDER!"

#blackpink smut #rose smut #lisa smut #chaelisa #blackpink #Smut

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nomizombie · 2 months

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fanboy!König x rockstar!Reader (Part III) 🎸🎤🎶

[SFW/Fluff/Wholesome] ; basically a date with könig, loads of awkward moments, gender neutral, no usage of yn, written in 2nd person, please excuse my non proof read work

[A/N] ; 2nd poll winner!! Honestly had a lot of ideas for this part but i think könig would start off slow with a little cafe session and then of course, as per the AU he must be super into the rock scene!!, hes totally bringing reader to some underground rock concert >:)

Part I . Part II . Part III

(ill add the links later, for now just find my fanboy!könig tag and u shud be good)

You wake up to the sound of your phone vibrating and the familiar tune of your ringtone. Your favourite song. It’s a catchy tune that you heard a few years ago and never seemed to get out of your head.

Rolling over in bed, you pick it up lazily, holding it to your ear as you force out a groggy ‘good morning’. You almost cringe at how raspy it comes out.

Expecting the sound of your manager’s nagging, your eyes filled with shock as his voice came through; quiet and just a little flustered.

“Your voice is deep… in the morning.” He smiles across the line.

“Sorry..? König?!” It was like a bucket of ice cold water was just poured on you. You sit up in bed instantly and glance at the ticking clock on your wall.

10:36AM

You were late to meet König.

“Oh shit-shit-shit-shit!” Your feet immediately scramble off your mattress, phone pressed between your shoulder and head as you rushed to brush your teeth.

“Its okay I dont mind. Maybe i shouldve picked the evening instead.” He said, “I know you had a late show last night.”

You responded back, muffled, which released a slew of laughter on the other end.

“Perhaps I should hang up? You sound a little busy.” He snickered.

You furiously refused through your toothpaste filled teeth.

“Ill be there soon!” You said as your gurgled.

By the time you had pulled your shoes on, it was already 10:47 AM. Guilt clouded your mind as you recalled that he initially set the time for ten in the morning. You had kept him waiting for over half an hour.

Rushing out the door, you let out another string of apologies, panting because of course, your cardio sucks.

By the time you reached the cafe, you were a sweaty heaving mess. Not the best way to start your first date. Was it even a date? The two of you are just friends. It was a friend… date. König sat in the corner, fittingly, staring at his phone as he softly drummed his fingers on the arm rests of his chair. He noticed you immediately, eyes crinkling as he motioned for you to sit across of him.

“Hello.” he smiled.

He wore a simple white shirt with some band name you had never heard of. I guess he’s into underground music? Over that was a puffy black zip up hoodie. His jeans were a sleek navy blue and he wore a leather satchel, the same one he brought to your first fan signing. Wow, it’s like he’s never even heard of colour.

“Hi.” You waved, grinning from ear to ear as you made your way over to him.

As you plopped your butt down on the leather seats, he pushed a cup of coffee towards you.

“You probably need it. You must be tired.”

Grabbing it, you thanked him before downing the whole cup in one go. Once you put the cup down, your eyes drifted back to him and his black face mask.

“No balaclava today?” You asked curiously, licking at the froth around your lips. He stared at you, eyes flicking down to your mouth before lifting back up. This was the first time you had seen his hair. It was fluffy, wavy, and a deep auburn shade.

“The barista would’ve thought I was trying to rob them.” His eyes crinkled.

You giggled thinking about it. But then, eyes focused back on his hair and the way it bounced when he laughed. You really really wanted to thread your fingers through it. It would be so soft and fluffy wouldn’t it?

König was no fool. He could see the way your eyes continuously kept going back to his head. As time passed and the two of you kept chatting, you were starting to get more and more obvious about it.

Eventually he just bit the bullet and asked you.

“Is there something wrong… with my hair?” He said, a confused but nervous look in his eyes.

Your eyes immediately widened and whatever you were about to say was stuck in your throat.

You laughed.

“No, no! Its just… It looks so soft.” A gentle smile appeared on your face.

König’s eyebrows rose a little before he averted his gaze.

“You can try… touching it.” His voice came out meek.

Oh god did he really just say that?

“Touching it?” You said, surprised and a little happy that he was starting to come out of his shell. However, while he may have been able to pick up on your incessant staring, the same cant be said for your tone of voice.

“Oh but, only if you want to, of course. Just a suggestion. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Forget that I asked.”

“No! I want to.” You adamantly nodded your head.

His eyes widened and he pursed his lips. He slowly leaned over, pushing his head towards you.

“Okay… here goes nothing.”

You giggled before placing your palm on his scalp, gently running your fingers through the thick locks.

“Its softer than I imagined.” You grinned.

His ears turned a light shade of red.

“Thank… you..” He said quietly.

“Its like petting my dog back home.”

“You have a dog?” His ears perked up.

“Wow, my biggest fan doesn’t know I have a dog? Tsk, tsk, tsk.” You teased, reviling in the embarrassed expression that appeared on König’s face.

“Oh I- I just-“ he stammered. How could he not know! What a horrible fan he was!

You laughed, calming his anxiety.

“Well, now you know.”

He smiled awkwardly back, making a mental note to add to your wikipedia page for the twenty seventh time and make an edit to the trivia section. But, you didnt have to know that.

“How about you? Have any pets?”

He looked to the side, thought for a moment before responding.

“I had a goldfish.. im not sure if that counts…”

You laughed again.

“Well? What was its name?”

“I called it Frankie, because I had a friend named that.”

“Oh really? Should i name my goldfish König then?” You snickered.

“I wouldn’t mind it..” he said, oblivious to your teasing.

You snicked once more. He was really fun to be around? This date was going so well… Date? This was a date? No way this was just a friendly hangout between two friends who are super friendly! This cant be a date no, no, no-

“Are you okay?” He interrupted your train of thought, quickly pulling you back down to reality.

“Oh- um.” You reddened, “i was just thinking… this isnt a date is it?”

He immediately turned a bright shade of red as well. Stuttering, he replied as calmly as he could. His leg shook even harder underneath the table, rhythmically banging against the underside and shaking your cup.

“Do you want it to be?” He couldnt bare to look at your reaction so he turned his head downwards, nervously fidgeting with his thumbs. When had he gotten so bold? What was he saying!? He was moving too fast. He was going to mess this up and-

“Yeah.” You smiled, in that charming upside down way where your eyes did the work while your mouth curved downwards.

He blushed even further, ears turning red as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. Oh for god sake, the two of you were in an air conditioned building.

He grinned wildly under his mask. Silence shrouded the two of you until he decided to pipe up again.

“You should come with me.”

“Come with you?”

“To a concert. Today. Now.”

You raised your eyebrows curiously. You weren’t aware of any concerts happening this week.

“Your idea of a date?”

He hummed in response, eliciting a grin from you.

“Let’s go.”

ty for reading!! this post took a while since i was procrastinating writing it 😭

#fanboy!könig #rockstar!reader #gn reader #könig #fluff #könig call of duty #könig cod #fanfic #könig fluff #könig x y/n #konig x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #call of duty x reader #call of duty

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obxone · 10 months

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Vigilante Shit (Chapter Three)

Edited-ish. ~2.2k words

Tag list: @fishingirl12 @gillybear17 @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @gills-lounge

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"You are catching on quick," Raz smiles when you load your tray with several cocktails and glasses of wine before lifting it without spilling anything. It is only your third day, and you were by yourself most of yesterday. Today, he did not try to pair you with anyone, and so far, you have been perfect on your own.

"Thanks." You smile at him. "It helps to have experience, right?" You deliver the drinks to the table of women having a 'ladies' luncheon' with a smile and ask if they need anything else before you turn to go and grab the order for your new table. "Hello." You greet them without looking up as you fish for a notepad. "How is everyone?"

“Y/n?”

Your chin jerks up, and Mav is smiling at you. "Hey, Mav."

"No way!" The other one you recognize from the beach smiles at you. You laugh with a shake of your head. "It has to be fate."

"Oh wow," you murmur, a blush coloring your cheeks while flipping to your new page. "But don't get too excited. I just work here. And it is a small island."

He laughs, shouldering Mav. He is watching you with a grin and a blush coloring his cheeks too. "Do you mind if we wait?" Mav asks. "We have friends joining us."

"Sure," you smile. "Would you like any drinks while you wait?"

"A beer sounds great," Mav's friend comments with a sigh of content from having thoroughly embarrassed you both.

You frown, glancing at Raz still on the floor before turning back to him. "Do you have an ID?"

"Yeah," he shrugs while getting his wallet and sliding his ID to you.

You check it, you know it is fake, but you cannot prove it, and you are not even going to try to. "Reese McCowen, 21 years old." You do not recognize that last name, so you know he is likely a newer resident in Figure 8. The same as Mav. "Mav?"

"Right here." He offers it to you. You check it and bite your lip before meeting his gaze. His eyebrows raise in question. "What?"

You are in a teasing mood with him here as you step a little closer. "If I had known you were such an old guy, I probably wouldn't have kissed your cheek as a thank you the other day."

He laughs, and you smile at making him laugh. Reese shakes his head with a grin at how smooth you are with his friend.

"But on a serious note, can I ask where Mav came from because this says Christopher?" You tip his ID toward him.

His fingers brush yours as he leans in to point out his name. "Middle name."

"Ah. Christopher Maverick," you clue in while letting him take it back. "Guess I need to read the full name next time. Two beers then?"

"Please."

You smile before turning and going to get the beers for them. After you check on your other table, you turn to drop off the beers and freeze. Four more have joined them, and two of them you recognize. A chill spreads through you as they joke and laugh with Mav and Reese. You snap out of your daze when Mav looks at you. He sees the hesitance, and you see the curiosity bloom from your reaction to his friends.

"Here are the two beers." You smile politely, brushing off the twisting in your stomach, as you place them on the table in front of Mav and Reese.

Familiar blue eyes flash as they drag over the length of you. "She's hot," he mutters to the other blue eyed guest you know all too well. He laughs, but when he looks at you, there is something unreadable in his expression. Neither of them remembers you, which is perfect because you are not ready to face either of them right now.

"Would anyone else like something to drink?" You ask, hand braced on the table's edge as another server passes by with a loaded tray. "Or are we ready for food as well?"

"Mai Tai," the one in the far corner of the booth speaks up while smiling back at you.

"She needs an ID, man," Reese supplies before you can. All four fish out their wallets before you take the small stack and flick through them quickly. You pass them back before grabbing your notepad again.

"One Mai Tai."

"Make it two." The blond, blue-eyed one that you recognize from earlier that had checked you out smiles. "Put both under Thornton. I owe my man Kelc a drink." He clasps Kelc on the shoulder before peeking at the other blue-eyed one that is sitting directly across from you in the 'c' shaped booth. His darkened eyes are locked on you, and you hope he is unable to place you still, but you know the chances of you staying anonymous shrink the longer you stand here.

"Will do," you murmur before jotting it down. You look at the remaining two. "Anything for either of you?"

The dark-haired one points at Reese and Mav's beers. "One of these. And my buddy would like another." He smirks at Reese's nearly empty glass. "Under Andrews."

You hum in acknowledgment, jotting it down before looking at the last member of the group. "And you?"

"Mai Tai as well. Under Cameron."

"Great. I will get those right out." You turn and hurry away, your skin crawling as you put the order in.

JJ appears beside you. His expression is less than happy after he sees who you have as a table. "You okay?"

"Fine." You smile at your brother, but it is tense, and your hands tremble a little. "Rafe and Topper do not seem to recognize me, and the others are harmless."

He nods. "Okay, but Raz will take over if you need him to."

You smile weakly. You would never tell your boss you could not handle a table, especially not on your third day. JJ stares at you for a moment longer, even when you turn away to grab the drinks that are placed on the countertop, ready to go. Eventually, he gives up and goes back into the kitchen. A new table is being sat for you, and you smile at them as they pass. Several older men coming in from a round of morning golf means a better tip than Mav's table would probably leave. You have noticed that the younger kooks' tips tend to be shitty. You jump a little when a hand brushes your back. Mav leans against the bar beside you.

His casual smile falters, and he retracts his hand. "Everything okay?"

You nod, smiling at him as you gather each Mai Tai that is placed on the bar top. "Of course. Only a little startled."

"Can I help with these?" He asks, reaching for the drinks. You know he does not buy what you are selling, but he lets it go, and you are thankful.

"Thank you, but I have a tray," you murmur, but he is already holding the two beers, so you collect the Mai Tais with another tense smile. "Well, all right," you give in and lead the way with him following. "Gentlemen." You deliver each of their drinks. Mav places the beers in front of Reese and Benjamin Andrews, if you remember that correctly before he takes his seat. "Would you like another?" You ask, gesturing to his now empty beer glass. He shakes his head.

"I'm okay, thank you."

"Any time. I'll be back to check on you in a minute and take food orders," you offer, glancing at Topper, but he is no longer paying any mind to you.

He scares you a little. His cool rich boy vibes scream that something dark and twisted lies deep. You saw it when you were fifteen, and it is not something you want to see ever again. It is the same with Rafe. It would explain why they are as close as they are.

You feel eyes burning into you and glance back to see Rafe staring at you. You hope the look on his face is because he is trying to place you but coming up blank.

"Mav, do you have something going on with our waitress?" Kelc asks around a sip of his Mai Tai. He is loud enough that you can hear, and you know it is likely intentional on Kelce's behalf. "I've never seen you offer to carry drinks before or smile this much."

"Maybe," Mav responds, and you note the confidence in his tone. "I'm trying."

"But she's a pogue." An all too familiar voice comments, and you frown at Topper's remark.

"So," Mav interjects before anyone else can. "You called her hot earlier. And you wouldn't be the one dating her."

Topper laughs, and you hear him say something about low lives, but you are greeting your new table with a tighter smile than before, so you let it go.

They are all laughing when you return as Kelce shakes his head at Topper. "She will eat you alive. This one doesn't look like she'll go down easy." Reese supplies.

"Leave her alone. Let our boy Mav have one." Benajmin pipes in before he sees you. But then Kelce shoves Topper's shoulder and clears his throat, so they all fall silent.

"Gentlemen." You announce your return, and they look up from their laughter and drinks. "Do you know what you would like to order for food?"

"Of course." Reese clears his throat while shooting a warning look at Kelce and Topper. They all take turns with their order while you write it down quickly. You can feel all six pair of eyes focused on you as you finish writing down Topper's order.

"Any more drinks while you wait?"

"Water for me," Mav speaks up first.

"Me too." Benjamin and Reese second.

Topper groans. "Come on, boys! It's Saturday. Live a little!" He fixates his attention on you when they do not take the bait. "I'll have another Mai Tai, okay, Sweetheart?"

You grimace but add the order to your list. "Anyone else?"

"Water," Kelce and Rafe both say. Topper groans louder, but you turn away, leaving them to deal with his annoyed reaction to five glasses of water.

After more tables fill up your section and they are eating, you stay away and let another girl, Emily, refill their water as needed. You finish out a check for the older men and turn to take it back but nearly run into a chest.

"Careful." Rafe's hand grips your arm to keep you steady. His touch is searing and makes your inside twist violently. You swallow and gently pull your arm back before you tip your head back to look up at him.

"Something wrong, Mr. Cameron?"

"Um, no, not all. I was coming to get the bill."

"I can print yours." You turn to the screen, and it lights up again. "Do the others want theirs?"

"Yes."

"Cool," you respond quickly and start printing them. You want Rafe back at his table and away from you. He is too close. You can feel the heat from his body pushing against yours. "I can drop them off for signatures in a second since they are all charging to house accounts."

"Great," he muses, his hand clasps his fist, and he watches you, waiting. You peek at him to see if there is something more he would like to say. He clears his throat before looking back at the table and then at you. "Mav really likes you, you know."

You smile a little before grabbing more ticket holders. You liked Mav, but that is none of Rafe Cameron's business. "Anything else, Mr. Cameron?"

He sighs, shaking his head before turning to go. Relief washes over you, but it is in vain because he turns back around without taking a step away. An unreadable look on his face. "When did you get back?"

"I'm sorry?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Don't play dumb with me, Angel."

Your lips part, and all the air leaves your lungs.

He nods, stroking his fingers over his mouth. "You didn't think I'd recognize it was you?"

You look at the floor beneath your feet and exhale. "Rafe…"

"Don't worry about it." He mumbles, his fingertips skate across your jaw, and goosebumps follow in the path of his touch. "I wouldn't tell me either."

And then he steps away and turns, going back to the table without another glance or word. You drop off their checks and return the cashed-out receipt to the older gentlemen with a smile before returning to their table. All are gone except for Mav. He slides the stack of ticket holders to you.

"Thanks."

He smiles before standing, and his hand brushes your waist. "Can I come find you after we finish golfing?"

"My shift ends at four today," you offer, clutching the stack against your chest. "Will you be done by then? I don't plan to linger around today."

He nods, leaning down to brush his lips across your cheek, and they heat instantly under his lips. "Absolutely. I'll come find you, okay?"

"Okay."

(Chapter Four)

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katyawriteswhump · 4 months

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Kiss me better (Steddie holiday drabble)

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 26 prompt, ‘Who did this to you?’

For Eddie, being an immortal sex demon has its advantages, especially when your boyfriend is left for dead. Also posted on my ao3

WC: 985. Rating: M (bordering E?)

CW: Sex, possible VERY temporary character death. Tags: Whump, magic au, Incubus!Eddie, hurt Steve, fluff.

***

Eddie finds Steve near the lake, crumpled on his side. He rolls Steve over, and his own blood congeals to ice.

Shiiiiit!

Steve’s apparently senseless, his face white as the winter frost. Eddie fumbles for a pulse, finds it—sluggish, fitful—near the telltale twin puncture wounds on Steve’s throat.

Steve’s lashes flutter. “Eddie? Sssorrry I stood you up, maaan.”

You’re seriously apologising for skipping our date? “Who did this to you?”

“Haa…gr…”

Hargrove! Eddie shouldda wasted that showboating vampire long ago.

Steve’s breaths are shallow gasps. He isn’t trying to hide his terror—so yeah, it’s super-bad. There’s barely a spot of blood on him. Billy’s pretty much chugged the lot.

“Eddie?” The whites of Steve’s eyes flash up and he falls completely limp.

Shiiiiit! Plural!

Okay, you got this, Munson.

Eddie rises, cradling Steve in his arms. He unleashes his wings, flies back to the trailer, sits with Steve on his bed…

…and kisses him.

Eddie’s magic stirs, tingles from his lips into Steve.

“C’mon, Sleeping Beauty.”

Eddie despairs, tastes his own salty tears. Then… Steve’s lips warm and soften. Eddie detects the whispering ghost of a breath, and Steve tentatively kisses back. Eddie plunges his tongue deep, and it all gets yummily messy.

Drink my power, Babe, to Hell with the consequences.

When Eddie pulls away, Steve’s awake. Woozy, though: “That was tooootally hot, dude.”

He’s no longer scared or in pain—a cool bonus feature of Eddie’s glamour. His skin is waxy, though, his pulse weak, and he’s still slumped boneless against Eddie.

The kiss wasn’t enough.

“Stevie. Uh, you know I said I was into you, but not into… full-on sex. You cool with me changing my mind?”

“Suuuure. Totally love you.” Steve faintly giggles: “You’re… gonna have to do… the h-heavy lifting… for a change.” He shudders and his head lolls sideways.

“Steve? Steve!”

Eddie knows what he must do.

***

Riiiight, so me and Eddie are having sex.

Steve hasn’t a clue how he got here, should possibly be freaking out. He’s drunk or high, or… Screw it, this is mega-hot. He’s lying on his back, knees hitched up. His gorgeous boyfriend is butt naked, and taking him with slow, deep strokes, striking sweet spots Steve never knew he had.

“Uh… wow?”

Eddie stoops, captures Steve lips in a brief but searing kiss. “Love you, Babe. Couldn’t lose you.”

Huh?

Eddie laps Steve up with thirsty eyes, which seems to strip him naked, even beyond his skin. Steve gasps, squirms: “Gnnng, Eddie. Too good… gonna…” Fuck! Don’t want this over too quick.

“You’re doing great, Babe. Ride with it.”

“Damn!” Steve bites his lip.

He hasn't come yet. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through him. Eddie’s fucking and filling him, kindling an insatiable itch that builds and builds. If he’d realised sex with a guy was gonna be this crazy-awesome, he’d have had his gay cherry popped years ago.

He reaches up, touches Eddie’s face. Eddie’s loving gaze seems to sweep him into a deep, raging whirlpool, and it’s kinda overwhelming. Steve closes his eyes, and it gets freakier. Eddie’s sexy tats rear up in the darkness—bats swirl, puppets dance, and that skull cackles, ape-shit mental.

The weird shit briefly knocks him from his ‘gonna-come-soon’ happy place. Then Eddie’s lips recapture his, and they’re totally at one. Steve comes hard, with the merest friction against his dick. Simultaneously, Eddie shoots his load, flooding Steve with a crazy, tingly warmth that somehow jets to his deepest veins.

Steve floats. Totally blissed out.

Next thing he knows, Eddie spoons him from behind, cocooning him in a warm fuzz.

“That was epic,” says Steve. “Why d’you stall so long?”

***

When Steve awakes, Eddie sits on the bed, shirtless, twisting his rings. He notices Steve stir and jumps as if slapped.

“Steve! How you doing?”

“Good. I think.” He can’t remember last night. He’s not hungover, though. “Uh, kinda sore?” Woah! He recalls the AWESOME SEX and cackles. “That’s on you, Munson.”

“Sorry,” mumbles Eddie.

“What for?” Steve raises himself on an elbow. The room spins then settles… then panic strikes. “You gonna dump my ass?”

“No! No way.” Eddie gets up, starts pacing. “Look, there’s a teeny chance you died last night. And that this morning, you’re a vampire. Sired—uh, that means sorta enslaved—to Billy Hargrove. Or a minor sex demon. Sired to me. Or perhaps still human. Jury’s out. Not sure if you actually passed, or if I snatched you back in time.”

“What?” Steve’s panic surges. “No, no, no! Last night was a bad trip. Good trip?” He scrapes his hair from his face. “I’m confused.”

“Stevie, Hargrove is a vampire. He drank from you, left you dying. I saved you by… Listen, usually I leech life-force through sex with humans—that’s why I was hesitant to jump your bones. In a fix, though, I can pass life on. Bit of a headache, my overlord’s gonna be pissed. Totally worth it.” Eddie stops pacing, raises his hands kinda defensively. “Babe, I’m an Incubus.”

“A whut?”

“Immortal sex demon?”

Eddie unleashes some feathery black wings, which brush to the cluttered walls of his room, lightly strumming his guitar strings. Steve backs into a corner, blanket hugged before him.

The wings vanish.

Eddie dumps his ass back on the bed, leans beside Steve. Steve’s trembling with shock, cold sweat beading his brow. Talk about mind boggling! “Did you fuck me back to life, dude?”

Eddie shrugs. “Possibly.”

Steve’s close to losing his shit. He should totally split; like, flee the state. Instead, he flings his arms around Eddie, smacks a kiss on his boyfriend’s angst-ridden face.

“Chill,” says Steve. “I’m sure as heck not sired, or whatever, to Hargrove—I wanna get naked with YOU. Evidence suggests I’m still a brainless teen.”

“Babe, it’s risky—”

“Jesus! I’m fine.” Steve ignores his inner screams of terror, pushes Eddie flat against the pillows and kisses him stupid.

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University AU: When your friend Ace joins you at the library while you study, he accidentally sees something he wasn’t supposed to and gets a new idea that’s way more interesting than studying ♡

This is my piece for @lawscorazon‘s 1k collab! Their work was a big inspo for me starting this blog and I absolutely loved writing this. This event is actually so hot and I just had to write something for it ehe ♡

Content: afab fem reader, public s*x, slight exhib, teasing, dirty talk, clit stim, fingering, piv s*x, use of ‘sl*t’, creampie

Word count: 2544

‘Can’t we do something more exciting?’

‘No way. This paper is due next week.’ You huffed as you and your friend Ace paced to the university library. It had admittedly been a while since the two of you did something fun together, but your work had to come first. Not that Ace could ever understand that- you weren’t even sure how he was still attending university considering how little work he ever did. ‘You’re lucky I’m letting you tag along at all, you’re so distracting.’

‘Distractingly handsome?’ He quipped back at you. He had an annoyingly quick mouth sometimes.

You rolled your eyes as you smacked his arm with one of your binders. ‘Distractingly irritating.’ You mumbled, causing him to childishly pout and huff. ‘We can chat but let me do my work, ok?’

‘Fiiiiiiiine. I’ll try really, really hard not to be irritating.’ He sarcastically droned. You had a feeling that was never going to come to fruition. He noticed you struggling to carry the stack of binders in your arms and effortlessly pulled a couple out, placing one under his muscular arm as he opened the other.

He examined the contents of your binder. ‘This shit looks really complicated. You’re such a smarty-pants.’ He teased, ruffling your hair almost like a proud dad after his son’s football game as he shut the binder and put it under his arm.

You looked up at him and laughed. ‘I’m not your kid. Or a dog.’

‘Yeah, I know you’re not. You’re a neeerd.’ He ruffled your hair again but even more messily this time as you walked into the library. The two of you took a seat at one of the rows of computers and stacked up your packed binders. There were a few people around the other rows, all engrossed in their study with their headphones on- which was probably for the best with Ace around.

Just as soon as you could begin typing, he had already grown bored, mindlessly spinning around in his chair as he rhythmically tapped his fingers on the desk. ‘Man, this is boring.’ He sighed, looking at you through his shaggy black hair. ‘People do this all the time?’

You giggled softly. ‘Yep, you just wouldn’t know ‘cos you never study.’

‘That is so not true. I’ve studied at least once.’ He rolled his chair closer to you and peeked over your shoulder at your laptop, watching you diligently typing away and reading your writing. He raised an eyebrow, ‘Yo, there’s some weird mark on your screen.’ Unable to resist the urge he wiped a finger across the screen, unaware that it was a touchscreen. As soon as his finger touched the screen your browser opened, loading up all the tabs you’d closed earlier.

Before you had a second to react the tabs loaded and you couldn’t believe your eyes- at least ten pages of porn opened on your laptop for all to see. Your heart began to race as you shakily fumbled to close the window, your browser of course being unresponsive. You could’ve sworn you’d watched these in incognito mode. ‘Shit. Shit. No.’ You panicked, fruitlessly mashing the close button.

Ace’s eyed scanned the tabs at the top, surprised by the obtusely filthy content you enjoyed. ‘Sex on a busy high-street… getting fucked in the park…’ He confusedly trailed off, but the genuine surprise in his voice soon faded and he returned to his usual joking tone. ‘Wow, I didn’t think you were so wild.’ He laughed.

Your cheeks flushed bright red as you gave up on closing the browser and slammed the lid of the laptop shut. ‘Aww… I wanted to see the rest of those.’ Ace joked before asking, ‘You’re really into that kind of stuff?’

‘S-Shut up! No!’ You snapped, spinning your seat away from his gaze and shoving the laptop into your backpack. There was no way you could keep doing your work with Ace around now that he knew this information.

He placed his hand on the back of your chair and spun you around to face him, smirking at the sight of your rosy, embarrassed countenance. ‘If you don’t like it, why did you have ten tabs of it open?’ He couldn’t resist teasing you about it and your face became even more flushed knowing you’d never hear the end of this.

You shook your head with vigour. ‘I don’t like it! You misread those tabs!’ It was so very obvious that you were lying, making Ace chuckle.

He shuffled his chair closer to you until your knees were almost touching before placing one of his large hands on the side of your thigh, the unexpected touch sending a shockwave through your body. Before you could say anything, he leaned over and into your ear, his lips almost brushing your lobe as he whispered. ‘You know, this studying shit is pretty boring. You wanna do something else for a while?’

You stammered for a moment, shocked by his sudden change in demeanour. Was he really propositioning you? In a library? ‘Huh? I don’t- what?’ The words just couldn’t leave your lips before he slid his hand further up, inching closer to the inside of your thigh.

His lips moved closer to your ear as he sighed at your confusion and his breath tickled your ear. ‘I’m saying we should make your little fantasy into a reality. I kinda always wanted to fuck you but knowing you’re a slut makes me wanna even more.’ His words made your core tingle, a sensation you tried to ignore as you remained utterly baffled. Your eyes darted around the library- it wasn’t busy but there were still enough people around to make his proposal fucking crazy.

You noticed a guy sat directly behind the two of you with his headphones on typing away, literally a few feet away from you. ‘Ace… there’s a guy right there…’ You concernedly whimpered as you finally mustered out some words. He moved his head from your ear to look directly at you. His hand gripped your thigh hard as his other made its way to your lips, placing his thumb delicately on your lips.

‘Oh, so you’re not saying no?’ He purred, his thumb playing with your bottom lip. ‘I definitely didn’t imagine that porn you were watching then, did I?’ The way he jokingly teased you all the time seemed to carry over into this situation, too. Without hesitation he grabbed your waist and deftly lifted you out of your seat, placing you in his lap as you let out a small squeal. You were now straddling your friend in the library as the people around you continued blissfully unaware of the scene playing out so nearby.

As he placed his hands on your sides, he rested his forehead on yours, the closeness of the two of you making the heat rise between your legs. ‘But Ace… what if someone sees?’ You whispered, conscious of the fact you were in a library and nervous of the repercussions you and your friend would face if such a thing were to happen.

He simply chuckled. ‘Hah, you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? Why don’t we check?’ With those words he slid a hand up your skirt and pulled your panties down just enough to expose your soaked pussy to his touch, sliding a digit through your wettened slit and stopping at your clit. ‘Damn, worried about getting caught but you’re still dripping wet?’ As he began making small circles around your most sensitive spot you wrapped your arms over his shoulders and put your head in the crook of his neck to muffle the soft little moans you were making.

Your body twitched at his touch and involuntarily grinded into his finger. You looked over his shoulder at the clueless guy seated behind you, focused on his study as Ace pleasured you right behind him. Just before you could be dragged back to the reality of what you were doing Ace put a hand on the back of your head and pulled you back to meet his gaze. ‘Hey, look at me, not him.’ He had that same childish pout on his face as earlier before leaning you in for a kiss, impatiently prying your lips open with his tongue. You placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you reciprocated, the knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter as he continued to rub your clit. Your legs began to twitch as you grew close, but before that knot could snap, he stopped the titillating motion and you to let out a disappointed whimper.

He broke the kiss, but his lips stayed on yours, gently brushing them as he spoke. ‘Sorry, baby. You can’t have all the fun.’ He facetiously looked down and gestured to the bulge in his trousers before looking back to you. ‘I’ll warm you up good, though. Try not to be too loud, the sign says to be quiet.’ He couldn’t resist reminding you of where you were.

His finger made its way back to your pussy and effortlessly slid inside you, pumping in and out of you at an agonizingly slow rate. You returned your head to the crook of his neck, but this time Ace’s lips made their way to your neck and began placing little nibbles along your skin, sucking hard at the base of your neck and making it that much harder to keep quiet. Your muffled moans still filled the immediate space around you- if that guy didn’t have headphones on, he would have heard you for sure, and you continued to pray that he didn’t turn around.

While that thought crossed your mind you looked up and saw a person walk past your row, your heart began racing even faster as they made their way past, but somehow, they didn’t notice the lewd act playing out next to them. As you let out a sigh of relief, a second thick finger entered you and you let out a small yelp at the sudden sensation. The way his fingers stuffed you made your pussy clench, subconsciously yearning for more than just fingers. They pumped in and out of you, the wetness making a wholly indecent sound that you hoped only you and Ace could hear.

‘Ace…’ You breathily mewled into his ear as your knees began to buckle slightly. ‘Please fuck me…’ You moved back to look at him and saw a wicked smile plastered across his face. You could swear the large bulge in his pants had grown even bigger, becoming that much more enticing.

He pulled his long fingers out of you and began to unbuckle his belt, then his zipper. ‘You don’t have to ask baby.’ He rasped as he shifted to tug down his pants just enough to reveal his delicious, hard cock. You ogled in awe. You never expected your friend would have been hiding such an incredible feature, and you certainly never expected to see it in such a situation as this one. His dick was the perfect girth, with an impressive length and a thick, pink head. Without moment’s notice he lifted you up and placed you over his cock, slowly sinking you down him and allowing you to adjust to his size as you let out a desperate sigh.

‘Fuuuck.’ He groaned and you felt his cock twitch inside you, moving his hands to your ass and grabbing a handful of your soft flesh. ‘You’re so tight. Still nervous about getting caught?’ He began moving you up and down his shaft as he slammed his hips into you; you could hear the quiet sound of skin slapping on skin as he drilled into you, speeding up with every thrust. His large cock was stretching you out perfectly despite your nerves. You nodded in response, as you placed your hand over your mouth attempting to contain the moans you desperately wanted to let out.

Ace, amused by your attempt at being subtle, wheeled the chair until it was mere inches away from the guy who was behind you. You were now getting fucked directly behind him and he was none the wiser, but you couldn’t stop your hips from grinding into Ace’s cock as he continued to pound into you. He smirked at your panicked expression. ‘See, baby? He has no idea. Stop worrying about it.’

He kissed you again, entangling his fingers in your hair, and your head became fuzzy. You dug your fingers into his back as your cunt clenched around his dick, milking him dry despite the ever-present fear of being caught- that was now being exacerbated by Ace. You knew he liked to tease, but you’d never imagined he could take it this far. The hand in your hair turned your head around to face the unwitting bystander who was typing away right in front of you; Ace’s lips rested on your ear, and you could feel the perverted smile growing on his face. He quickened the pace with which he slammed his length into you as he spoke with a grunt, ‘Wish he’d turn around and see how good you’re getting fucked, don’t you?’ His breath quickened and softly caressed your ear- you could tell he was getting close, yet he still had the energy to tease you.

You could barely speak as your mind became blank, you were approaching the edge yourself and you could only babble, ‘Ahn… N-No…’. The thought of being caught had entirely escaped your mind now and the only thoughts left in your brain were of the heavenly sensation of Ace’s perfect dick fucking your brains out. You ground into him, savouring the irresistible sensation as he continued his excruciating pace, matching his exact rhythm as both of you came closer and closer to that sweet relief. The way his dick felt inside you was pure bliss- as though it were made to fuck your pussy. The knot growing in your stomach was quickly becoming tighter and tighter as your legs started to twitch and your muscles began to tense.

He pulled your head back to place small bites on your neck, quickly pushing you over the edge and causing that knot to snap. Shockwaves rippled through your body and you began to shake, accidentally letting out one loud moan. The pleasure rushed through you and your body jittered and tensed as Ace fucked you through your orgasm; you could feel his cock twitch inside you. ‘Shiiiit.’ He sighed, throwing his head back as he came inside you. He held you down, buried deep in your pussy, his dick pulsating as he filled you with his hot seed. You both stayed in that position for a moment as you caught your breath and his cum lewdly dribbled out of you, his cock still inside your beaten pussy. As you felt the warm liquid dripping down your thighs, the idea of being caught was beginning to re-enter your conscience and you panickily looked around the room. You tried to lift yourself off his dick, but your weak, shaky legs remained held down by Ace’s strong hands. He made puppy eyes as your eyes met, ‘Round two?’

Fat chance of that happening.

#portgas d. ace #ace one piece #one piece #portgas ace x reader #ace x reader #ace smut #one piece smut #kaizokuhub collab

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michellemisfit · 6 months

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🚑✨Weekly Tag Wednesday🪄💫

Look at this super fun tag game @deedala made!! And thanks for the tag @lingy910y @energievie @tanktopgallavich @mikhailoisbaby

🚑 Get in bitch, we're going on a mystical adventure through space, time, and reality. (in ian and mickey's ambulance of course) ✨

Name: Michelle

Zodiac Sign: Pisces ♓️

Personality type in enneagram, myers-briggs, or both: I’ve done all of these quizzes and I can NEVER remember what I am. Whatever that personality type is where the answering paragraph literally told me I couldn’t be an EMT because I am incredibly studious and hard working and great in a crisis, but I am also convinced that literally anything going wrong is my fault personally, and it would kill me. That. It me.

Before we hit the road, what snack are you gonna bring for our trip? Normally I’d say POPCORN but @deedala is already bring that so I’ll go buck wild and say crudités & hummus, because road snacks can be yummy AND healthy!

Navigator gets to pick the music so what song are you turning on? I’ve got a whole road trip playlist, and I hope we’ll listen to most of it, but this should always be played in a car!!

💥 What is a universe from a fantasy tv show you would like to visit? The Golden Age of Albion, ie. BBC Merlin

And what about a fantasy movie? Fuck Rowling, but Harry Potter’s a pretty good world.

Okay, how about a scifi tv show? I don’t really watch Sci-Fi and the things I have seen… well, I don’t wanna live in Stranger Things world, or Humans, or Lost in Space, so… The Umbrella Academy? Mostly the normal world, and I can stay away from the weird shit? Maybe?

And a scifi movie universe? Again, don’t really watch Sci-Fi, and any I have seen I wouldn’t want to live in. Also there’s just too much fucking running in all of them. I’d be dead within 24 hours, let’s face it. Planet of the Apes? I might do okay there for maybe 72 hours… 🤔

Any other tv show or movie universes you'd like to swing by before we move on? Shadowhunters? Normal world with added magic and a fuck load of cool tattoos? Yeah, I’d do okay there. As long as I didn’t have to do the running bit lol

Okay hold on to your butts we're switching gears to fanfic universes. Tell me which fanfic universe we're visiting first? @deedala is spot on about cooperative gameplay by grayola for hours and hours of YouTube watching!! Also I Keep Going Over the World We Knew (Over and Over) by Mellacita, where Arthur Pendragon returns to solve the climate crisis with a lot of science and a little bit of magic. I would like to live in that world please.

Cool, do you have one more you'd like to stop at before we head home? Literally any and all of Ravenheart’s Magic AUs

Alright, on our way out of fanfic land you get to snag some tropes to bring home and apply to your own life, think fast! - - soulmates or enemies to lovers // coffee shop or flower shop // fake relationship or slow burn // amnesia or time loop // body swap or miscommunication // love triangle or arranged marriage // sharing a bed or drunken confession

Wow okay, hope those tropes work out for you!! Our adventure has finally come to an end, where in the world am I dropping you off? Can I please be dropped off in malu’s There Are No Gays in Football universe? Where Arthur Pendragon is the bravest puppy - For love, and a little bit because it is the right thing to do.

Thank you kindly.

Tagging @suzy-queued @mybrainismelted @too-schoolforcool @creepkinginc @heymrspatel @mickeysgaymom @mickeygifs @sleepyfacetoughguy @sam-loves-seb @look-i-love-u @loftec @callivich @transmickey @scurvgirl @sisitrip @celestialmickey @sickness-health-all-that-shit @darlingian @ian-galagher @iansfreckles @rutherinahobbit @palepinkgoat @whatthebodygraspsnot @gardenerian @metalheadmickey

#tag game #tag game Wednesday #Mys stuff #this or that #tropes #fandom #fanfic #tag you’re it

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vodika-vibes · 4 months

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Oh Mij 😍🙈 „can I kiss you?“ „took you so long to ask“ for him? 🥺

It's A Love Story

Summary: After Mij brings you to Kamino for medical attention, some things come to light.

Pairing: Mij Gilamar x F!Reader

Word Count: 1026

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So this is a sequel to the story from yesterday, or a continuation? Either way. I hope you like it!

“Cheerful place,” You drawl as you peek out the viewport at the waterlogged planet that Mij was bringing you to. “I like the lack of sunlight, it brings real atmosphere to the place.”

Mij rolls his eyes as he sends a landing request, “You don’t have to stay long, just long enough that I don’t have to worry about you falling apart like a scarecrow.”

“I’m fine.” You say automatically.

Mij arches a brow and reaches over to poke your side, causing you to double over in pain, “No, you’re not.”

“Well, yeah, of course it hurts when you poke me,” You say as you blink the pained tears out of your eyes, “Jerk.”

Mij brings the ship down to the landing pad, and watches as the droids scurry around securing the ship, “I know, I know. I’m sorry.” He pauses, “Listen, do you know Jango Fett?”

“You mean the most well known and dangerous bounty hunter in the galaxy? The Jango Fett that everyone who walks on, let’s say, the opposite side of the law knows and recognizes on sight? That Jango Fett?”

“Yeah.”

“Never heard of him.” You say with a grin.

Mij shoots you a look.

“Relax, pretty boy, I’m on the up and up. I work for Maz.” You lean back in your seat with a pained groan, “Everything’s technically above board and all.”

“Yeah, how did you manage to snag an employee contract with Maz Kanata anyway?” Mij asks.

“Don’t worry about it,” You reply vaguely.

The doors to the ship slide open, and heavy boots stomp of the loading ramp, “I was wondering why the Red Robin was landing here.” Jango Fett drawls from where he’s standing in the doorway.

“If you drip water on my floor, Fett, I’m going to send you my cleaning bill.” You call over your shoulder.

“Well, for that I’m going to intentionally drip water all over your floor.” Jango replies as he moves into the cockpit, and he glances at you, “Wow, you look like shit.”

“Shoo. Go away. I’m injured.”

Jango shoots you a dismissive look, “Mij, what happened to your ship?”

“It blew up, and she was kind enough to fly to my rescue.” Mij replies with a shrug.

“And what happened to you?” Jango asks, flicking his gaze over to you.

“The Hutts take offense to someone, maybe, interfering with their slave operation.” You reply, “So they sent Trandoshans after me.”

“Huh. I’m surprised you’re not dead.” Jango mutters.

“See, this is why you don’t have friends, Fett.” You grumble right back at him.

“I’ll take you off my Life Day Card list,” He counters with a roll of his eyes, “She can stay, but only for a little bit.”

Mij gets to his feet, and helps you, painfully, to your feet. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry so much, I’ll handle it.”

Jango rolls his eyes again, and moves to your other side to help you off the ship, “Honestly, if it wasn’t for Maz-”

“Children, play nice.” Mij says with a sigh as he pulls the hood of your jacket over your head, and then the three of you step into the rain.

With Jango’s help, Mij gets you into his apartment and settled on the couch. And once Jango leaves, muttering something about having a job in Republic Space, Mij crouches in front of you.

“So…welcome to Kamino.” He says wryly.

You gaze at him silently for a moment, “I wasn’t going to ask with Jango right there, but you can’t expect me to say nothing about the actual army of identical teenagers-”

“Jango was hired to be a template for an army,” Mij says, “And I was hired to teach some of them how to be medics.”

You suck on your teeth for a moment, “This is karked. An army for who? Mandalore?”

“That would make sense, wouldn’t it?” Mij replies dryly, “But no…an army for the Republic.”

You stare at him, hard, “The republic isn’t at war, Mij.”

“Give it a couple of years.”

“Mij-”

“I know. I know.” He stands and pulls a first aid kit from under his bed, “Jango called me, I couldn’t not answer. Shirt off, sweetheart.”

With his help you peel your jacket and shirt off, allowing him access to your injuries, “So, what, you’re teaching a bunch of kids how to be soldiers? For a Republic that Jango doesn’t believe in?” You sigh, “Maz was right, this situation is karked.”

Mij’s hands pause against your side, “Maz knows?”

“Maz is kriffing omniscient, Mij. Or have you forgotten?”

“I must have,” He admits with a laugh, before he returns to tending to your injuries.

“Shouldn’t you be wearing gloves or something?” You ask him, after a moment of feeling his warm fingers sliding against your side.

“Yes. I am.” He replies.

You focus your gaze on his head, “I can see you’re getting right on that.” You say sarcastically.

His cheeks darken slightly, and he very pointedly doesn’t reply to you.

You grin at him, “Aww, Mij. Do you like touching me?”

“I like touching you more when you’re not being a smart ass,” He counters.

“You only like me for my body,” You say with a sniff.

“Your personality isn’t too bad,” Mij says after a moment, as he wraps a bandage around your side, and then he looks up at you, a small smile on his lips.

“Well that’s just a glowing recommendation, isn’t it?” You joke, “I’ll put that on my next resume.”

Mij reaches up and lightly presses his hand against your cheek, “Angel,” He murmurs, “Can I kiss you?”

You smile at him, “Took you long enough to ask,” You lean into his touch, “Yes, you can.”

He surges up and crashes his lips against yours, his hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your neck to hold you closer. “Stop being so smug,” He mumbles against your lips.

“Make me.” You reply, as you wrap your arms around his neck and slide your fingers through his hair.

Mij chuckles, “Maybe when you’re not injured, cyare.” And then he kisses you again, much deeper than before.

#star wars #star wars legends #mij gilamar x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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lurkingteapot · 6 months

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Last Twilight ภาพนายไม่เคยลืม Ep 1

I watched this last night and was pleasantly surprised! I trust P'Aof with narratives of queerness and with social critique, but disability to this extent is a new topic for him and his team to tackle as far as I can tell, and it's very very easy to catch me on the wrong foot with that even without going to the extent of, say, Fighting Mr Second. Yes, I know Moonlight Chicken treated Heart really well. still. WORRIED.

I mentioned that the final trailer reminded me a little of French comedy-drama Intouchables (2011), especially the interview scenes. I got those same vibes while watching the actual scenes from the show, rather than the trailer, but in a good way -- and already, this is clearly its own thing.

oh I like the blur on the advisory message

urgh what's with this flashiness, that's not great, this ep needs a seizure risk warning (flashing black/white lights right after the adivsory message ends until about 00:00:33)

this seems like a horror film

Film!!

I bet P'Aof quizzed Mark extensively for this

ffs Day, call a break

the tone of this is so different from what I expected and I think I like it

oh wait I know her face

Phawjai, huh?

sisters named Rung just do not have a good track record in these shows

he's "ba~"-ing that dude, WHAT. that does not sound like a strategy that's likely to lead to success with your probation officer, just saying

he's literally out on probation, huh, they REALLY leaned into that with the ankle bracelet and everything.

timeskip?

oh c'mon clearly-not-professor-Pichai

he's going to just fix the chair, isn't he

CALLED IT

man this show does already not pull its punches

I like that they at least tried with the five o clock shadow on Jimmy. He still looks like a model, but they clearly TRIED.

love to see Mawk among all the social worker types

wait wait wait I know glasses, why do I know glasses

they're ALL TALKING LIKE HE'S NOT HERE what the FUCK

adsfasdfasdfasdfasdfadsfasdfasdfasdfsd wow the SHADE I love it

asdfsaf RIGHT BACK AT HIM I love this

Oh god Day is an ASSHOLE and I love it

Night hates himmm and I get it

does Day not even realise he's there on that lift?!

wow lady that's unprofessional

holy shit I get that, on a meta level, this is for the exposition, but exposing someone's medical history like that?! YIKES.

oof

loaded sibling relationship there

wow he's an ASSHOLE

Annnd Night's an ass right back but uh. I kinda get it.

oooh he's in visible distance

I guess Mawk is just used to dealng with assholes, huh

oh my GOD I love this le petit prince quoting bit??? did not expect that!

Mark looks his actual age as night, love that for him

for a second there I forgot that not all doors lock automatically like the hotel doors of all those "apartments" or "dorms" we see and was like, wait, he can just walk back in? just like that?

and that's the foundation: Mawk trusts Day to do things for himself

this mum does NOT look old enough to have kids Sea and Mark's age, what's her secret

I really enjoyed that! strong first episode, already not pulling any punches on the social commentary. I really enjoyed everyone's acting here-- Jimmy especially seems to have improved a lot, I look forward to seeing where this goes.

Now! to unblock the tag and see what everyone else is saying :D

#last twilight #last twilight the series #ภาพนายไม่เคยลืม #last twilight ep 1 #bl watch liveblog #my nonsense

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yellowjacketsgayfanfic · 11 months

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Shauna brings you to Lottie's wellness center

SUBMISSION:

i LOVE your writing

Could I request Shauna x female reader

When Shauna tells reader that she’s going to lotties wellness center or whatever reader breaks down because reader is like seriously attached to Shauna so they go together but reader is also really shy and hates being in places with loads of people and when they get there and Shauna is told to go do the activity she chose reader follows and then that annoying guy with the goat tells reader to go away but Shauna defends reader and they go into the forest for a fluffy little make out sesh till misty interrupts

A/N: obsessed with this prompt and how specific it is, ugh, eating this shit up

"Honey, I kind of have to go." Shauna repeated to you, hands on your knees.

Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest, eyes furrowed in defiance. "I don't want you to leave for a long time. I want to be with you!"

"What are you going to do there?" Shauna attempted to reason with you.

"What are you going to do there." You argued.

Shauna let out a long breathy sigh. "Okay, touché. But there's going to be a lot of people there. A lot of freaks. It's a cult, Y/N."

"But I'll be with you." You smiled sweetly.

She rolled her eyes. "It's useless trying to say no to you. Okay, get your butt in the car."

***

When the two of you arrived, it was more crowded than you originally thought. Purple blobs moved around in incredibly intentional paths, doing chores, talking to each other, laughing.

Shauna grabbed your hand. "Jesus Christ."

"This is awful." You snorted. "Holy shit."

You both walked forward toward the center of the compound. Natalie and Misty walked toward the both of you.

"Natalie." Shauna mumbled, heading over to give her a hug.

You wrapped your arms around yourself. Very quickly, several of Shauna's old friends tumbled in, all equally surprised to see each other. You, however, quickly became the center of attention.

"Who is this?" Natalie drawled, walking closer to get a better look at you. "She's young, Shauna."

Shauna cleared her throat. "This is Y/N. She's my partner."

"Oh." Taissa raised her brows.

You smiled sheepishly, moving closer to Shauna for safety. "Hi."

"Welcome."

Everyone turned their heads. Lottie was walking toward the lot of you. "Especially to you." Lottie smiled, reached out her hands to lock with yours.

You allowed her to, immediately understanding the chokehold this woman had on your lover and her friends. "Uh, hey."

"You're gorgeous. So full of life." She grinned. "I'm so glad you're here."

You swallowed, wondering if you were beginning to regret coming, actually. "Thanks. Happy to tag along."

You looked behind your shoulder at Shauna, who shrugged at you with confused eyes.

"Come along. All of you. The time is ripe to get started on your treatments." She tugged you along by the hand, and you sped up your gate to keep up with her.

Shauna jogged ahead, and the rest followed suit, playing follow the leader.

***

"When someone new comes in, we often let them choose a treatment for themselves." Lottie announced, holding a pine board with different therapies written on them in pretty handwriting. "Especially for our newest guest, I think we should let Y/N go first."

You blinked, looking at the women around you who seemed incredibly tentative to interact with anything that was going on at all.

"Alright." You mumbled, taking the board from her.

"Listen." Van sat up. "No offense, but this is really just not for me."

Natalie piped up, "I thought the same thing. Just give it a chance."

"Listen, Nat. I'm happy you're alive, and Lottie, it's... good to see you're back from Switzerland." Van continued.

"Switzerland? That was over a decade ago." Lottie shook her head, seemingly offended.

"Wow. That's great." Van nodded. "But I am just..."

"Okay, um." You sputtered. "I am going to do self-care. Right, Shauna?"

"Oh, mm, mhmm." She nodded. "Absolutely. All of my rational senses are screaming, but yes, self-care sounds right."

You slapped her thigh and gave her a warning look. The rest of the group picked their own therapies as well.

"Wonderful. We're going to get you started with this, but before you all head out, you will need to text this landline number to someone who is available for emergencies." Lottie announced. "You will be giving up your phones."

That was fine. Shauna was your emergency contact, and honestly, you were Shauna's. You took your phone out of your pocket, "Going offline for a few days will be nice."

"Technology keeps you enslaved to other peoples priorities." Misty nodded to you.

"Say," Lottie sang, "Y/N. Why don't I take you and Shauna out to the barn where we will begin your treatment?"

"Barn?" Shauna questioned.

***

It was, indeed, a barn filled with cattle. Cows, goats, chickens, and lambs scattered the place with many people to tend over them and take care of them.

Shauna gave the place a once over. "Wait. This is self-care? Doesn't that usually include, like, massages. Or mud maths. Or a hot tub?"

Lottie chuckled. "Hey, I have to go, but someone will come over with, Bruce. I'll see you later!"

"Who is, Bruce?" Shauna called out, but Lottie had already traveled off.

A man walked over holding a little baby goat.

You squealed. "Awww, baby!"

He sneered at you. "What are you doing here? This is a one party therapy only."

"Hey." Shauna snapped. "Fuck you, purple boy."

With a scoff, he tried to hand Shauna the goat, but she backed away. "What are you doing?" She grimaced.

"You have to take care of him. It's the treatment. You will learn about all the ways in which taking care of Bruce rewards you, and the way in which he brings out sacrifices within you." The guy rattled off, almost reading from a script.

"No." Shauna shook her head. "No way."

You grabbed the baby goat away from the purple man. "I'll take him, then."

"He's not for you." The man shouted.

"Okay, listen you oompa loompa, freak." Shauna got up close to him. "Leave my girlfriend alone. She is the only one here who is going to actively care about that goat. I will find a way to fuck it up."

With a childlike level of attitude, the guy took off and stomped out of the barn.

"He seems emotionally stable." You commented, patting Bruce on the head.

Shauna sighed in annoyance. "Come on, baby, let's get out of here."

You walked alongside her out of the barn and further up into the woods. "You know, this is kind of fun. I love animals."

"Of course you would think this is fun." She smiled, a tender look in her eyes. "You're so sweet."

You blushed, holding on tighter to Bruce as you climbed your way through brush and trees. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere we can be alone for a little while. I need to get away from those freaks." Shauna replied.

There was a silence for a time as you both trudged along.

"Lottie is for sure a cult leader, right?" You asked.

"Oh absolutely." Shauna agreed.

***

Once there was a good place to sit, Shauna helped you tie Bruce to a tree so that you and her could have some time to yourselves.

You sat down on the dead leaves beneath you, and Shauna followed suit.

"I'm really glad you came." She said. "This would be unbearable without you."

"What? Is it so hard to take care of the little guy for a day?" You joked, snuggling up to her, pointing toward Bruce who was gnawing on a branch.

She smiled down at you, brushing baby hairs off of your face. "I just meant...all of this. This shit with Lottie and the others. I'm just glad you're here."

You lifted your chin up, your lips brushing against hers. She brought her face closer down, her palm wrapping around the nape of your neck to keep your lips close. She kissed you very sweetly, her other hand making its way to your waist.

"Mmm." You moaned into her mouth, smiling into the kiss.

"What?" She whispered, clutching you tight.

"You're so pretty." You shrugged.

With a chuckle she continued to kiss you, her hand tangled in your hair, and her tongue dancing on yours.

Then, out of nowhere, leaves began to crunch. You broke away from Shauna, expecting some kind of wildlife to be quickly encroaching. But alas, it was just Misty.

"Oh, I am so sorry." She gasped. "Was I interrupting something?"

"No." You shook your head.

"Yes." Shauna said emphatically.

Misty scoffed. "Well, okay, then. Shouldn't you be in therapy, anyway?"

"We are." Shauna said.

"Last I checked, getting fresh in the woods was not on that list, okay?" Misty chastised.

"Wait." Your eyebrows furrowed, looking toward the tree that Bruce was supposed to be on. "Where did he go?"

Shauna looked over as well and groaned. "Oh shit, not the goat."

"Well then I guess I'll help you find him." Misty grinned. "Come here goat."

The two of you sat up from the ground.

"Shouldn't you be in therapy, too?" Shauna questioned Misty.

"I would really rather not sit in a dark tank void of any sound, filled with water. That's terrible for my vertigo." She replied.

Very quickly, you found Bruce bleating near a tree. "Oh! Oh thank God."

You ran to him and lifted him into your arms. "All better now."

"Oh good." Shauna clasped her hands together. "Good job, Y/N."

With a proud little smile on your face, Shauna kissed you again, and forgetting the company you were in, gave your rear end a little slap. "Don't let him out of your sight."

You cradled Bruce close to your chest. "Never."

#yellowjackets #shauna sadecki #fluff #fanfic #oneshot #drabble #x reader #femme!reader #gay #wlw #submission #open for submission

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kickingitwithkirk · 2 years

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When Reality is Worse than the Lies they told Me

Summary: The Boys have come to hide out with you

Pairing: Solder Boy x Reader

Word Count: 1609

*Do not read if you find anything offensive-triggering about/on/from The Boys series

Warnings: cursing, verbal arguments, loads of marajuna, cursing, sexist Supe, more cursing, physical altercations, knife wielding, still cursing, outdated slang, toxic male attitudes, lots of cursing, reader has a secret, Soldier Boy thinking he’s the man

Part I Part II Part III

*additional tags to be added in next parts

Square Filled: @howbadcanitbebingo -OOC to the max

A/N: I’m using season 3 as a template for this so it will contain spoilers from the series mixed with original ideas

A/N II: this was originally a one shot but have so many notes/ideas jotted down it’ll now be multi-part, just not sure how many

*gif credit to creator

2:54 AM

There is a surreal picture happening in front of you.

Three duffel bags, a brass colored, eagle emblemed shield are sitting on the floor, Hughie and Butcher are arguing about something as Soldier Boy is casually leaning against a door-jam lighting up a ginormous joint.

“Butcher, please explain why a fucking dead man is standing in my living room smoking Sasquatch's doobie and does you being here have anything to do with that shitshow in Vermont?”

“Yeah, sorry about this love,” Butcher says, “our little trip turned into a cock up in a tin hat and was hoping you’re in a position to help us out..”

“This is bullshit!” The Supe interrupted, “there’s got to be better places than this,” pointedly waves the joint, “middle of bumfuck nowhere..” he continues ranting and you detect something new laced through his deep voice that wasn’t there before.

“Oi, tosser, show the lady some respect. If you'd kept your prick in your pants instead of the help, Legend wouldn't have given us the boot.”

“Wow..talk about recycling.”

Soldier Boy sneers at your comment.

“Look Granny Fucker, I still don’t give two shits about your tiff with Payback but you best remember..I gave your radioactive arse Crimsom Countess and TNT Twins on a fucking platter and how’d you repay it? By loosing your shit and blowing up fucking Herogasm! So if I say we’re laying low for a bit longer..”

Butcher continues running his mouth then does the universal dumbass maneuver men can’t stop themselves from doing..getting right up in the Supes grill. You knew this had to be stopped before the Supe lost his shit and destroyed your home too.

“Godfuckingdammit you dillholes knock the macho man bullshit off!”

Soldier Boy's eyes are suddenly locked on you, darkening into a fierce viridian color as a rage bubbles up that wasn’t there seconds ago, making Butcher step back holding up his hands when Hughie suddenly disappears.

You felt a continuous current skittering over your skin as if the oxygen is being drawn out of the room when it dawns on you; you’re perceiving his new abilities from the decades of torturous experimentations done by the Russians when something behind you snapped his concentration.

Unsheathing the blade you always kept on your person whip around when Butcher grabs your wrist..how the fuck did he just stop your death blow to..Hughie?

A very naked, guilty looking Hughie quickly covers his junk.

“Kitchen Now!!!”

Slamming the pocket doors dividing the rooms shut does nothing to muffle your yelling.

“Fucking hell Butcher, you dumbfucks are shooting Temp V! How is it possible you motherfucking cunts have gotten even more stupid and for what..to get Homelander? You’d risk permanently fucking yourself up with that untested shit and take Hughie down too? I don’t know where to..and Soldier Boy..you’ve gone off the rails with that one. Goddamn it..you better start thinking with that lump three feet above your ass ‘cause this path..it’s gonna get us all dead you arrogant sonuvabitch!”

“If you’re done running that fucking mouth I can explain..”

Hughie quickly redressed and pressed his ear against the door trying to hear the now subdued conversation while Soldier Boy made himself comfortable kicking back in the oversized recliner.

“Take a load off kid, they’re gonna be at it awhile. So, how do you know?” He gestures toward the doors.

“Y/N..she was one of the original members Mallory recruited.”

“Hmm, gotta hand it to Captain Lesbos, she sure knew how’ta pick’em.” He lights up another joint, “that one there, grade A choice piece of ass.”

Hughie gaped at him, “what? You can’t tell me you haven’t rubbed one out fantasizing about that sweet pussy.”

“My god, you really need to get up to speed on how women are treated today because that attitude..”

“Fuck, you guys nowadays, really have lost your balls,” the Supe took a long drag, “don’t sweat it kid, stick with me and you’ll grow them back. Look at Butcher, he’s old school so he’ll set her straight.”

“What the hell does that mean-set her straight?”

“In my day when a woman got her feathers ruffled, you had to pacify them.”

“Pacify them?”

“You know..soothe the waters by using a bit of flattery, sweet talk them if you need to, remind them they needn't to worry their pretty heads about anything but looking good for you. And if that didn’t work, get a bit rough, remind them what a man’s for.”

Hughie’s eyebrows shot up, “holy mother of god, you really are a chauvinistic dinosaur,” he’s remarking as the doors reopened, “better than being a pussyboy,” the Supe shot back.

Butcher enters with a cat that ate the cream expression, “told ya,” the Supe crowed.

You shot the Supe a dirty look, “While you’re staying here, there’s a few ground rules: do not enter any room that’s locked. Also, I’m not a maid so clean up after yourselves and at mealtimes, y'all help out or do without.”

As you continue Butcher grabs his duffel and tossed Hughie his, “you guys have the second floor, pick whatever room you want. Oh, and don’t touch any of the decor, just assume it’s lethal because most of it is.”

“And Hughie, next time you jump around me, you’d better have figured out how to keep your pants on or,” pointedly peering down at his crotch, “Annie’s gonna be referring to you as her ex-girlfriend.”

Hughie’s blanching made Butcher bark out a laugh, pushing him towards the stairs, “no worries love, he’ll mind his P’s, Q’s and knickers.”

Once they're out of earshot you turn to face the Supe who’s haunted your memories for decades and who’s now made himself quite comfortable in your favorite chair.

“You awaiting an engraved invitation, your hindass.”

“That’s quite a mouth you’ve got on you.”

“Been told I'm a talented..”

“Oralator?”

“Let’s get a few things straight jag off. I overheard what you said and those antiquated beliefs of yours don’t rattle me, I’m no shrinking violet.”

It’s taken a chance but you place your hands on the chair arms leaning towards him, “I won’t tolerate any of your bullshit. Man, the stuff I’ve heard about what you did to your teammates when you thought they were gonna upstage..”

You didn’t finish because your breath is momentarily interrupted from hitting the wall across the room felt him vibrating with anger and his knife against your jugular.

“SHUT UP YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKING BITCH ASS CUNT!”

“BLOW IT OUT YOUR BARRACKS BAG!”

“Oi..do we have a problem?”

Butchers standing halfway down the stairs glowering over the rail at the knife wielding Supe so you plaster on your sweetest, fake ass smile, “no problem, just a misunderstanding we’re getting sorted..right?”

The Supe resheathed his knife, “yeah..we’re good.”

It’s easy to see Butcher doesn’t believe either of you but doesn’t push it goes back upstairs then the Supe slapped both his hands flat on the wall by your shoulders boxing you between them.

The fierceness in Soldier Boys eyes is dissipating, he’s now unabashedly checking out your body, biting on his bottom lip.

These switches in demeanor are given you whiplash.

“Nobody’s said that to me since WWII. Makes me curious,” his voice becoming gentler as he slowly lowered his head, “where’d a foxy thing like you pick up that slang?”

Popping the top buttons off your sleep shirt he slips the loosened material over a shoulder buries his face into the curve of your neck inhaling your scent. His breath shifts, coming out in warm puffs on your skin, “why do you smell so fucking good?”

His beard is softer than you would’ve imagined as it brushes over your skin as his full lips glide over your neck, “getting me all worked up here baby,” rolls his hardening length against your thigh.

The rush of arousal coursing through you is interrupted by a deep, almost cramp like sensation that snaps you out of your hormone laden stuper.

You place both hands against his Kevlar, “okay big boy, need to shift it back into neutral.”

He pulls back genuinely baffled, “just because you know how to flip a girl's switch doesn’t mean she’s ready to drop her knickers.”

The heat in his eyes blew out and his expression turned sour.

“Cocktease.”

You grip the Kevlar chest piece and spun him into the storage door under the stairs splintering it.

“While you’re a guest in my home, I expect to be treated with decency and respect.”

Taking a calculated risk, you release the still shocked Supe but don't put any distance between you.

“There’s a difference between being a man, I’m not talking about what’s being sold today, but a genuine one, who’s not only strong but earns and reciprocates the respect of others.”

Soldier Boy opens his mouth to shoot out one of his retorts when you can’t suppress the flinch of pain crossing your features stops him short and, once again, shifts gears, a concerned look crosses his perfect features as he sniffs the air confused, “are you alright?”

“Being woken up before the butt crack of dawn never agrees with me,” you smart off, hoping he’ll buy the ruse. “Well, this has been stimulating but I need my beauty sleep.”

You turn heading for your room at the back of the house feeling his eyes watching you, trying to suss out what just happened between you two.

Pausing at your bedroom door, turn to look back at him.

“You’re not the lost cause they think you are Ben.”

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super-ion · 1 year

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Ion & Emily - Ion's First Night Out

(Ion & Emily master post)

It's just my luck that the bank I decided to hit on my very first night out is already in the process of being robbed when I get there. I gotta admit, they're doing a pretty good job. They've disabled the silent alarm, cracked the vault and have already loaded several bags with cash by the time I get there. I was hoping for just a clean robbery, but I guess tonight is gunna be baby's first fist fight.

I don't *need* to fight them. I could just go find another bank. The thing is, I scoped this one in particular out. I spent all week planning this, I'm hyped for it.

And I had a contingency section in my planning binder for this, so I'm prepared. Technically the contingency is "non-lethal countermeasures for security personnel", but I figure there's enough overlap that it doesn't make a huge difference. I pull the security cameras back online, but route the signal into the equipment in my backpack.

Yes, I'm recording this. If it goes badly, I can play it back later and see where I went wrong. If it goes well, I can edit it all together and post it online for my grand debut.

I've also got three mini drones with me, I unclip them from my belt and let them loose. Between the cameras and the drones, I count three guys. I can take three guys in a fight, right?

First guy goes down before he even knows I'm there. I hit him in the back with the electrified gloves I cobbled together this week. I'm honestly actually kinda surprised I even got close enough to do that.

Second guy takes a little more effort. He shouts and takes a few swings. I think tech powers may have sped up my reflexes just a tiny bit, since I manage to avoid him long enough to get another shock in.

Third guy… oh shit!

One of my drones pings me with an urgent alert. I fall to the ground and roll behind a desk as the gunshot rings out. The bullet smacks into the wall right in front of where I was just standing. Not gunna lie, I'm fucking terrified, but I did plan for this. Looks like this is baby's first gunfight top.

I send my drones swarming around his head like angry hornets, tagging him is the face with spray paint as they buzz past. He flails wildly and I slip in and deliver a shock that crumples him to the ground.

I stand there, panting for a moment. Holy shit, I did it. I won!

I stride over to one of the pile of bulging duffle bags. I'm pragmatic, I know I can't carry more than one of them out of here. That's fine, I don't actually need the money, I'm mostly just doing this for funsies. I unzip one and holy wow, there's gotta be at least a couple hundred thousand bucks of cashy money in here!

My feeling of victory is cut short by the sound of someone slow clapping behind me. I whirl around and… aw fuck.

It's Jackrabbit in his gray and white supersuit. He's the local speedster and a card carrying member of the league of superheroes.

I do not have a contingency section in my binder for an encounter with a superhero. I was hoping to work my way up to this. You know, hit a couple banks, build a reputation and an arsenal… maybe actually put together a binder for actually fighting another super.

"Good job, kid!" he says, folding his arms and leaning cockily against a column. "For a moment, I thought you might need some help, but you handled yourself pretty good."

Kid?? This guy is like five years younger than me.

"I'm twenty-seven," I say flatly. Probably not the smartest move, but he's got my ire up.

He flashes a smile that I think is supposed to be disarming. I'm not disarmed.

"Sorry," he continues. "I haven't seen you around and you got the whole… newbie vibe going. I mean, you are wearing cosplay."

I don't say anything, I just glower menacingly as my mind races. He's got speed. Even if I do have heightened reflexes, they aren't going to count for shit if he can take me down faster than I can blink.

"You know," he says, running his eyes over my costume in a way that makes me feel dirty, "we've got top notch tailors at the Tower. We can hook you up with all the best gear if you join up."

"Yeah, not interested," I reply.

He snaps a finger and makes a face of mock annoyance.

"Yeah, I kinda figured, the way you got that bag in your hand. But you know what they say, villain and vulture both start with V."

The fuck? I very much doubt anyone in the history of anything has said that. I think it's supposed to be a joke, but… what??

Okay, focus. What do I got? Tech powers. What's he got? Super speed… and a whole lot of super high tech gadgets. He's got two way communicators. He's got a full wraparound visor with an AR HUD. He's got… some kind of electrostatic friction control in his boots. The security on the devices isn't half bad, but I've already found several exploits to open up a back door.

I've got the beginnings of a plan and the means to execute it.

"Tell you what," he says. "A pretty girl like you doesn't need to get beat up on her first heist. You leave the money and walk out of here, no fuss. All you gotta do is tell me your name."

My… name. I don't have one yet. I have a shortlist of my favorites, but I haven't settled on one. The camera's are running though. I guess it's time for some villainy. I draw myself up and strike a dramatic pose, checking myself in the camera feeds. I turn up the brightness of the led strips in my costume, bathing me in poisonous green.

"No deal," I say imperiously. "But I will give you my name. It's Ion."

He cocks his head in confusion.

"So what?" he asks. "You got like electricity powers or something?"

Yeah, I probably could have gone with a different name more in line with my abilities, but Ion spoke to me in the moment and I'm committed now. All aboard the Ion train!

"Not exactly," I reply and trigger the worm I've installed in his gear.

Okay, full disclosure: my plan is cowardly. I have no illusions about that. That's the great thing about being a villain though. I don't need to be heroic. I don't even need to win. I just need to escape with my bag of money. All other considerations secondary. Crew expendable.

Just kidding, if I had a crew, they wouldn't be expendable. They would receive fair pay with excellent benefits and two months paid vacation.

Anyway, the worm activates and he's completely locked out of his visor as the video plays on his HUD at full opacity. His earpieces are dialed all the way up (not enough to cause any permanent damage, I'm not a monster) and the music starts blasting.

He shouts in alarm and rips the earpieces out. The volume is up high enough to hear the dulcet tones of Rick Astley as they clatter to the ground:

We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment's what I'm thinking of

You wouldn't get this from any other guy

His earpieces are out, but the video's still going on his visor, effectively blinding him. He wants to take it off so badly, but there are too many cameras and he's too well trained to reveal his secret identity like that. You might say he's… he's never gonna… okay, I'll stop.

At this point, I'm sprinting for the door. Against a speedster, every second counts and if I can make it outside, my chances of escape improve significantly.

Jackrabbit shouts after me. For good measure, I have my drones splatter paint on his visor before zipping after me. They'll never catch up at this point, but at least if they make it outside, they can stash themselves somewhere until I can recover them.

The last thing I see through the security cameras before I cut the feed is Jackrabbit falling flat on his ass. My worm's last parting gift is overriding the friction controls on his boots. I guess he uses it for improved maneuverability or something, but for this glorious moment it belongs to me.

I burst out the door into the alleyway. My lungs are already burning. I'm not in bad shape exactly, but I'm also not in great shape either. I can't keep this up, but the important part is I'm outside.

You see, the great thing about a modern city is it's absolutely full of traffic and CCTV cameras. They're everywhere, watching everything. But Ion, you might ask, how is that a good thing? Can't they just see me wherever I am? They can. They can also see everywhere I'm not. I've deployed another worm into the internet of things and it is already creating dozens of phantom versions of me running in every possible direction. It's not going to hold up to any kind of human scrutiny, but I have a hunch it's more than enough to trick any AI that will be tipping Jackrabbit off. Denial and deception, baby!

I round the block and duck into another alley where I hunker down behind a dumpster and wait.

Boom! There he goes like a bat out of hell. I don't care where he's going as long as it's far the hell away from me. I heave a sigh of relief and begin digging through my backpack to change out the more obvious bits of my costume. After a few moments, I'm just some girl on her way home from the gym. I pop in my headphones and make my way to the nearest bus stop with a bounce in my step.

I did it! I freakin' beat Jackrabbit on my first night out! I lose myself in the euphoria and let out a whoop of victory. My fellow late night commuters glance at me curiously, and I duck my head in apology. I can't stop grinning though, so I do my best to play the part of a perfectly normal citizen who just got the best news of her life.

I'm anything but perfectly normal though. My life will never be perfectly normal again.

Look out world! Here comes Ion!

#ion & emily #my writing #supervillain oc

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kitausuret · 11 months

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FOR whenever you reblog the “choose violence” ask game at the end of the month: Answer the questions in sequence order of MK’s grocery shopping trips in March

This was asked of me like literally a month ago but I kept scheduling the post for later and later. But here we go.

1. The character everyone gets wrong

(Spectacular Spider-Man #151, Conway & Buscema)

Well, this isn't hard - obviously my answer is going to be Flash Thompson. I don't know why it's apparently so difficult - he's not really that complicated of a character. Not compared to a lot of Marvel mainstays. But so many people either make him JUST a bully or JUST a hoo-rah America military man. And by that I mean both fans and canon writers. But Flash contains so many multitudes! He's worked in schools, he's a mentor, he's a coach, he's charisma incarnate, he has so many ways he can help people. And I love him.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

Uhhh I'm not gonna do this with an image because I don't save these kinds of things lol. But I did once see a long post (and I mean lengthy) describing in detail - mind you, withOUT actually giving any canon evidence or issues or really anything to back up their argument - why Eddie Brock nor the Venom Symbiote should ever be shipped with anyone else, ADDITIONALLY stating that if you were to, say, add another person to that relationship, that you fundamentally are misunderstanding the whole point of """"symbrock"""" and, largely, Venom as a concept. Uh-huh. Okay.

Hilariously, after I saw that post, it stuck with me but it also spurned me into such a RAGE that I cranked out a massive new chapter of my fic in the space of about two weeks after being stuck for months. It worked, but boy I was so mad about that. I took that kinda personally. Insinuating that I didn't understand Venom. That I didn't understand Eddie Brock. Bull fucking shit.

Anyways,

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

I don't remember specifically the last person I blocked that wasn't a bot, but I do know that I will block people in the Flash Thompson and Harry Osborn tags at the drop of a hat. ...oh wait! I do remember the last person I blocked. They had some octogoblin thing they were going on about but they had put it in the Harry tag. I didn't wanna see that. So. Blocked!

10. worst part of fanon

Wow, loaded question. Probably the racism. And the misogyny. Both of which are still rampant! It's something I, myself, am still trying to work on, so it's not like I'm excluded from my own frustration. But I think what's even worse is people who pretend like it's NOT a problem, that fandom is a magical problem-free space.

I'm also just now realizing that the question says fanon and not fandom but I think my statement still stands. To try and actually answer it though, uhhh I think the worst thing about fanon is when it literally becomes canon. Stop doing that, Big Two.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I wanna talk about something here but I don't wanna scandalize too many of my followers. Actually you know what fuck it I'm gonna talk about it anyways. (mpreg mention below the cut)

I don't understand why so many people in the Venom fandom make fics where the host (Eddie, because nobody writes about anyone else) is the one going through the gestational cycle when there is a new spawn rather than the symbiote. It is literally so much funnier and also makes so much more sense to make the symbiote the pregnant one. "but kita it's can-" SHUT UP THE SYMBIOTE WAS THE PREGNANT ONE (it's called "choose violence" asks for a reason 💖)

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

Uhhhh see above! Racism. Misogyny. Possibly lesbophobia. Mostly for the denial of it all. But I also find a lot of ship discourse nonsensical. If you don't like it, just block! Mute! Filter! It's literally that easy.

30 doesn't exist so I will. Idk. I will give you a panel from an issue labeled 30. Let's go with Venom #30 (Bunn, Silas) and this very funny moment of the symbiote flirting with Valkyrie. 😂

#asked and answered #i have a few opinions about venom can you tell

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